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

the-king-of-arendelle:

Wiping the white powder off his moustache with a clean napkin, the King kept an amused smile upon his visage. 

“Oh? Does the big girl want to feed herself?” Agdar cooed, handing over the silver spoon to the toddler. The young Elsa could usually feed herself, but got tired of it every once in a while. Seemed she was in the mood for it again. 

“She’s growing up faster than a lightning bolt,” the King mused to his wife, watching as the girl and her pudgy fingers was clumsily getting the dinner to her mouth.

Watching Elsa attempting to shove large spoonfuls in her face, Idun resigned herself to standing by with the handkerchief. Elsa’s cheeks were already starting to become covered with food, even with her most determined look. 

“Yes, she is,” she replied, leaning her head on his shoulder. “And I can only imagine this one will too.”

Her hand drifted to her stomach - still only showing a little, not quite enough for seams to be let out. But there was a definite bump that hadn’t been there not long before.