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

the-king-of-arendelle:

Taking his free arm, the man brought it around his wife’s shoulders, “We will,” he said, kissing the Queen’s crown, “And she’ll grow up, safe, healthy and loved.” 

He wanted nothing more than that.

He was the King, he would protect his family, he would protect his kingdom. He was born for this duty, and he was trained, raised to keep his people safe and happy.

And if his child be a sorceress? So be it. Elsa was still his daughter, born under their noble name, chosen by God to be an heir, should no son come after her.

She was already the greatest source of good in his life, despite being only a few days old.

What a wonder. 

With a smile on her face, she turned up to kiss him. “With lots of siblings running around, hopefully,” she said. “Just maybe a few years apart.”

Childbirth had been one of the most horrible things in her life, and was not something she wanted to experience again any time soon, but seeing her child only made her want more. Someone for Elsa to play with, more children to love.

Elsa was already fast asleep in his arms, but the Queen didn’t stop running her fingers through the soft tufts of her hair. It was so fine, and stood on end if she stopped. 

She could only hope that any more children wouldn’t have the same affliction as her first - it may be benevolent, but there was no way to know.