something’s wrong | the-king-of-arendelle + vivatreginax 

the-king-of-arendelle:

Walking back over to his wife, taking off his formal coat, he looked to little Elsa with a certain fondness to his eyes. Each little action she did, each little shake or curling of fingers reminded him that she was real, she was alive, and she was theirs. 

But how could such a new thing produce snow? Though he believed his wife, and had seen the flakes on top of her head, he could hardly fathom such a thing from this little tiny human.

At Idun’s question, the King gave her a glance, before looking back down at his daughter. “…I don’t know,” he admitted, “I was never told of any such thing, but I have come across books that spoke of trolls and magic… and some of those stories involved my supposed ancestors, but I had always assumed such legends to be myth. Something expected from an old royal family.”

“Apparently not,” she said dryly. 

Watching his face as he observed their daughter made her heart flutter. He could be a serious man, he was a King, but the way he looked at their baby was like a man looking at God. Not that she could blame him - she felt the same way sometimes. 

“You can hold her, if you like,” she offered quietly, bouncing Elsa a little in her arms. 

Her mother had always told her that men wanted nothing to do with babies. ‘Too much like hard word for them’, she had said. But the way Agdar was looking at their daughter was convincing Idun otherwise. It was rather sweet, really, the way he’d watch her movements. She moved over, making room for him next to her in the bed.