matriarchofarendelle whispered:
"Anesa pouted, Running the brush through her sisters hair. With not much to do while awaiting a sure scolding, styling each other's hair had become a popular past time. "Mama sure was mad we kept switching placed on the duke... But he really was weird"
"It’s not fair she got mad at us,“ the younger replied, leaning back to look at her sister with a pout, her arms folded over her chest. "It was only a joke. He laughed! Mama just doesn’t like us having fun.”
While she was acting annoyed, secretly Idun was scared of the scolding their mother was so doubt going to deliver. She had never liked being told off for things, even if she brushed it off.
arendelleslostqueen-archive-blog whispered:
""You're hair ribbon? I think not! This is my hair ribbon!" The older twin pouted, crossing her arms before glancing back in the mirror, "Maybe it is yours actually... Wait! You're wearing mine! " [Because they are sisters I mean really]"
"Yeah, 'causeyou took mine!“ the younger girl retorted, folding her arms over her chest so they mirrored each other. "I already said that, and you ignored me, so I took yours. It’s only fair.”
“Yours.” She replied, even though they both knew it was actually her idea. “You should be more carefuly where you’re going.” Then she let her go and skipped through the forest without walking against something, as if she’s been here a lot of times.
“Oh yes, this was totally my idea,” Idun grumbled with a fond roll of her eyes, before following after her sister. “Where is it, exactly, that you want to go?” she called ahead, being a lot more cautious with her footing that Lilian, and so taking a bit longer.
Lilian tried hard not to giggle when she helped her up. Though she couldn’t suppress this wide grin. It just looked so funny to see her slipping like this. “Are you okay?” She asked, trying to sound not too amused.
“Well, my dignity is bruised, but besides that, I think I’m all right,” Idun replied, gripping her sister to make sure she didn’t fall again. How was going out hiking supposed to be any fun?
“Who’s idea was this again?” she asked, finally finding her balance.
“Idun!”
It had been well over a year, perhaps a year and a half, since Anesa had seen her dear twin. But, heavens it felt like fifty years at least. Anesa had never been away from her other half for that long, Idun had even lived with her for the first several months of her married life. It was a type of relief that could barely be described to see her sister, but at the same time it came with anxiety with her bulging belly. That was a completely new experience none of her family had been around for, yet. Anesa happily received her sister’s hug and returned it as she ignored her husband heading into the castle.
”It’s been much too long, I’ve missed you terribly.”Her hands swung slightly, holding on to her sisters, “As much as I loved being at sea before, I think it might have been better if I wasn’t so round.”
”I wouldn’t like to travel right now,” Idun replied, letting go with one hand only to wipe at her eyes. “Oh, I’ve missed you too, Anesa.” And glancing down at her twin’s stomach, a laugh left her. “I thought we would have grown out of doing things together by now—I suppose I thought wrong.”
But soon enough she held of both her hands again, just glad to see her sister again. Let the men talk—she had more important things to consider than her husband’s getting along with Anesa’s. That man who had separated them what felt like decades ago wasn’t in Idun’s best books, but she would put up with him if it meant seeing Anesa.
”How was the journey? Not too awful, I hope,” she began, starting to lead the other back to the castle.
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The exclamation made the younger girl’s head shoot up from the gift she had been unwrapping. Abandoning it for the moment, she crawled her way to her sister’s side, even if their parents had told her off for still keeping up the childish habit. Once happily sat next to Anesa, the Queen passing over the gift she had left behind, Idun stared down at what had been given.
"’S pretty, Nessie,“ she said, grinning at her twin.
"Anesa!“ the younger twin called, step speeding up to embrace her sister faster. Even with her stomach as large as it was, she wasn’t about to let that stop her. Arms were soon around the other woman, tight with a squeeze. "Oh, I’ve missed you. It’s been far too long. How was the trip?”
She felt full of questions, but managed to control herself a little, taking up Anesa’s hands with her own as they were left to have their moment.
”Idun, please.”
The elder twin’s voice was almost pleading as she listened to her sister speak. With a sharp sigh, Anesa wrapped her arms around herself, almost as if she were hugging herself. God know that was something she needed at the moment. She hated the things she was saying, what she was doing making her best friend in world leave her alone in a place that was still so foreign to her.
Her sister’s tone did bother her a bit. Bitter, vindictive, frivouous. She knew her siser was upset by this unexpected turn of events, but still… Anesa’s pleading tone turned to one that was more haughty, ”For one thing, He’s kind to me. He’s good to me Idun, how many women in my situation can say that? I’ve come to love him. Also they’re expecting things of me, Idun. I’m a married woman.”
Shaking her head, Anesa took a step forward. she didn’t like fighting with her sister.And honestly, Anesa still felt like she needed her sister more than ever. Anesa didn’t want to be left alone. but it was unreasonable to think that Idun would stay with her forever. Through Idun’s own life, and her husband’s opinion it just wasn’t meant to be. The best she could do was follow her husband’s suggestion, along with the council’s, and send her beloved other half home and hope she could come and visit again once some things are sorted out.
“I’m sorry. I’m just… Idun, since my father in law passed after the wedding. Things are going faster than usual…” Her tone fell low again, god she didn’t even want to look at her sister. “Before the wedding Mama explained a lot of things to be about a queen’s duty. One is to her husband, and two is to her people, so she must give an heir to the kingdom. They’re expecting a child out of me " Unwittingly, her voice cracked of so slightly.
“They say you’re distracting me from my husband, and my queenly duties. It’s been six months, they’re wondering why I haven’t conceived yet.”
"Don’t talk to me as if I’m a child, Anesa, I’m just as old as you,“ Idun replied, wrinkling her nose at her twin’s tone. Just because she was married didn’t mean she was suddenly grown up and worldly. "Every man wants a child, and yet no man seems to understand that these things can take time. Mama didn’t conceive us until she was well past a year into marriage. She told me so. You’ll have the child. But you know what can happen when a woman becomes too stressed–it’s not me interfering with such goings on, it’s them pressuring you.”
No matter what Anesa said, that man could claim to love her all he liked, Idun wouldn’t believe it until he actually supported her. Until he sided with his wife, not his royal council. She didn’t like the idea of leaving her sister behind with no one on her side, no one to stick up for her. Not that Idun was particularly good at confrontation, but at least the elder could lean on her.
Their Mama and Papa would no doubt have several ideas lined up for her when she got home. Men to order her about as Anesa’s husband did her. Men who would no doubt put up with her so long as she provided children. It wasn’t an experience she wanted, but what choice did she have? There was nothing else for a Princess–wife and mother or spinster.
"When am I to be sent home?“ she asked quietly, taking a seat, hands curling up in her lap. She knew that if the King wished to send her back, and Anesa was siding with him, there was little point in arguing it. It was just a case of when. When she would have to say goodbye to her twin. "Will you help me pack?”
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