what once brought beauty & wonder to her life now only brought strife. hour after hour, day after day, the gloves remained & yet when frustration would pique the ability to ( ¢ση¢єαℓ ) grew almost impossible. the sound of a violin echoed throughout the empty space of her room, attempting to conquer the challenging piece her tutor had left but as the notes traveled off of their composed course time & time again ; the young princess grew vexed. tension rose, t he temperature of the room dropping while approaching footsteps remained unheard.
another musical misstep, failure becoming Elsa’s reality when perfection was expected, the notion of disappointing those she loved pushing her over the edge. crystalline spidered across the floor, creeping up the walls, brow furrowing, gloved fingers tightening around the instrument’s neck.
Hearing the music as she approached her daughter’s door, Idun wondered for a moment if she should leave her visit for a little bit. But the music cut off, and she carefully turned the handle while Elsa was taking a break.
“Darling?” she asked, poking her head around the door, and knocking lightly on the wood. At what she saw, she quickly entered and shut out the outside world. "Oh dear,“ she murmured, taking a few steps closer.
"What’s happened in here then?”
She made sure to never be accusatory when there were ‘accidents’. Such moments were just a fact of life, like anything else a child did that was beyond their control. There was no point making them feel bad about such matters, when they could not be helped.