nixreginam:

     There was a part of her that yelled out that she was an utter fool. There was a part of her that wanted nothing more than to shove her mother away from her. Muscles tensed slightly but she was far to drained to move. She was drained, physically and emotionally. Not even her powers seemed to want to respond. Conflicting ideas raged in her mind ; she wanted to stay here in her mother’s arms and yet at the same time, she wanted to squirm away from her and run back into the sanctuary that was her bedroom. 

      She pulled away through and looked into her mother’s eyes.
      There was a question that constantly burned through her mind.
      It irked her, to be honest, how her mother acted with her father.
      Grandmama wrote in her letters to Elsa to never allow a man to
      control her ; husband or not, she was who she was, a future Queen
      in her own right.

Far too many woman believe that they must
do their duty ; love their husband and obey
them in all things. But what happens when 
your husband commands you to do something
that goes against who you are? What happens
when you are forced to stay silent when atrocities
happen? Would you fight or would you obey like
a so called good Christian wife would?

    You are to be a Queen in your own right unless your mother has a son,
    which going by how things are, she will not. You will be a ruling monarch.
    When you marry, which you must do child there is no way out of this, make
    sure you marry a man who treats you will, who loves you for you and not your
    throne. Make sure you know them before you vow before God and your people
    to love and be a good partner to this man. Always remember my words. Matrimony
    does not mean you lose who you are ; you vow to be a good partner and if it means
    disobeying him and going against how a Christian wife must be, then make sure you
    do so. Never lose who you are and never allow anyone to control you.

 

                       ❝Why now? Why not before? Why not when Anna… when Anna wept
                          and asked why we couldn’t go and visit our cousins?❞

A deep sigh escaped the Queen. She had expected this question to come
sooner or later. And so she leant away from Elsa slightly, resting her hands
on her shoulders. For a quiet moment, she searched for the words, wanting
to brush away the question with a ‘I’ll explain later’ or 'it’s not important’, like
she could when her children were much younger. But now… Now Elsa
deserved to know.

    ❝I am not a strong woman, Elsa. Not like I know you can be.
      And I think practically everyone knows it. I’ve trusted in your
      father’s wisdom for so long that it’s hard to break that faith now.
      But–But I’ve seen what we’ve done to you. And I can’t keep
      following him in this. He’s a hard man to go against. But I don’t
      want to you two hurting any more. Today was… the straw that
      broke the camel’s back, so to speak.❞

Agdar had been right in almost everything. But Idun was a mother,
and she should have intervened for her girls much sooner. She was
the one who had kept them company, who cared for sniffles and injuries,
who cuddled them, kissed them, comforted them. And yet she had
allowed him to control their lives for so long. All her life she had been
raised to be subservient to whatever man was in charge of her at the
time. But her daughters needed her now, and that was more vital than
any teaching. For so long she had waited for things to improve, waited
for Agdar to be right. But the time had never come. And she couldn’t
keep turning a blind eye.

     ❝I wish I had the strength to help you sooner, love.
       I wasn’t there for you, when I should have been.
                                                                                              I’m so sorry.❞