{ ❅ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ———
to view that smile on her mother’s face awakened the desire
to cling to her frame as she had before harming Anna, to feel
the embrace of another beating heart, to know the warmth she
was deprived of. small feet shuffled, the only the sign of her
own struggle. touch & affection were out of the question for Elsa,
especially following her ’interaction’ with a suit of armour which
had caused her to retreat to the recesses of her room moments prior.though nearly calmed, the warmth began to collect in
the corners of her eyes, emotion stinging their surface,
yearning for release.❝ i was … i was just trying to play but i couldn’t.
these gloves —— my powers —— they … ❞
a shaky exhalation, the lump within throat growing, hardly soothed by
a thick swallow. illumination was only provided on most of the story,
exposing some trivial events that had led to her previous turmoil. had
Mama not seen the winter-laden armour just beyond the staircase ?
surely Papa would discover it & come to question her, his
disappointment drowning her.& although she strove to contain her emotion, it began to
trickle down pallid cheeks.❝ … they ruined everything. ❞
"Oh, darling.“
Before she could stop herself, before she could remember what Elsa had
asked them to do, she had wrapped her arms around her child. It was both
comfort and protection, stroking at Elsa’s hair as she shushed her quietly.
"A few little slips don’t mean everything is ruined,” she murmured quietly,
pressing a kiss to the side of her daughter’s head. “Mistakes happen,
whether we have powers or not. But getting this upset over it won’t
help matters, will it?”
Elsa was just as overdramatic over these things as her father could be.
Her own family had always been rather relaxed–it was Agdar who would
run around like a headless chicken the moment anything didn’t go to
plan. But it was only ever over small things. When there was a large
crisis, he was surprisingly level headed.