» find me here at last || elias & anesa
▒ *.:｡‘ﾟ Elias knew of the issues with Gladeaux. Erik, his tutor,
had made sure he knew Arendelle’s relations with all
its allies and surrounding nations. Gladeaux was one
of the countries with strained relations with Arendelle
at best. Erik said the hostility likely sprang from some
sort of trade dispute, but Elias always doubted that
cheap, easy answer. Life was rarely so simple and
clear, especially when it involved kings.
“Your Majesty, nothing would please me more than to
see our countries at peace once more after so many
years of hostility.” He remembered his father’s lessons
as he smiled, the perfect host: Always be empathetic,
even if you cannot relate in the slightest. Take care to
shoulder the blame of those before you, for only then
can you make amends for their wrongs. This fellow
young king seemed to know these lessons as well.
“Tell me,” Elias continued from his throne, “do you
intend to stay with us long, Your Majesty? I would
be most honored to host you and your party for
the duration of your welcome visit.” Elias cast a
quick glance at the hooded woman, wondering at
her strange appearance, before turning his eyes
back to King Marco where they belonged.
It wasn’t until very recently that he’d learned
that the conflict with Arendelle, didn’t stem from
some poor trade agreement. When asked, any-
time Marco would ask about Arendelle or Olivier
father would immediately become very aggravated.
He’d call them traitor, insisting they turned their back
on Gladeaux in a great time of need. When he decided
to look into it… He came to find out that no time of need
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Despite the rumor’s
he’d heard about any ‘anger’ issues had by the
Monarch’s of Arendelle, Marco was pleasantly
surprised. But at the same time, he stayed weary
of the monarch. He knew the rules well. Be the
perfect host. He hoped this visit could stay this civil,
but knew some raging emotions would come to head.
"Unfortunately, I intent to only stay only as long as
needed. As I have much to do. I’m currently attempting
to mend relations and wrongdoings committed by my
father as king. And I came here because I felt his largest
crime was toward Arendelle. Something was taken, and
I felt it needed to be returned personally.”
Clearing his throat, the king stepped closer to his fellow
king who sat upon a magnificent throne. “I’m unaware
if you know the truth, as I was kept from it for years. The
severance between our kingdoms was not because of
trade or a time of war. It was a personal vendetta, Your
Majesty.” He couldn’t help but thing back to the poor soul
who he kept guarded. Hardening, his eyes remained forward.
“A personal vendetta against a ‘Princess Anesa of Olivier’,
or as she was last on record, 'Queen Anesa of Arendelle.”
» In the middle of a conversation, my muse begins to cough up blood. How does your muse respond?
▒ *.:｡‘ﾟ ❝ What exactly do you want to talk
about? I think we’ve both said
everything already, so let’s just
leave this alone. Let’s just be here
for Andrew and not try to fix us. ❞
“This? That? Everything Elias.
I am your mother, Elias you can’t
just not talk to me. This is serious.
You say be here for Andrew. Help
Andrew. I know! but how can we
actually do that if you’re either at
my throat or ignoring me? “
» find me here at last || elias & anesa
⊰ arendelleslostqueen ⊱
▒ *.:｡‘ﾟ Elias looked on with an amused smile as
Andrew made his advisors laugh with yet
another story about Krista’s family. He
laughed quietly under his breath. He met
Andrew’s eyes across the table, letting his
brother know that he did think the tale was
funny, which only brightened Andrew more.
He’d never known how much his brother
craved his attention until a year ago at his
E V E N T F U L coronation night.
”Your Majesty.” Kai bowed his head before
the king, speaking quietly in his ear. “The
newly-crowned king of Gladeaux has arrived
and craves an audience with you.”
Unexpected visits were not too unusual.
Many wanted to meet Arendelle’s magical
monarch, either to gawk or treat. So Elias
left his advisors with the crown prince and
exited to his throne room.
“Welcome, Your Majesty,” he greeted the
Gladeauxian king warmly. The young man
had brought quite a large party, it seemed.
Including a slightly fussy infant…
The King had a beautiful throne room. As the young king
of Gladeaux awaited his allotted company with the new
King of Arendelle, he took a few mere moments to take
in the architecture. Perhaps he could do something like
this with his own throne room. With his dreaded father
gone, the young king wished to erase, or mend, every
influence of the horrid man’s touch. And that was perhaps
was one of the main influences for coming to Arendelle,
A country that his father had cut ties with over a dispute
before he’d even been born.
With him were a single advisor and six armed guards,
and surrounded by those guards was slumped feminine
figure, who help tightly onto a fussing infant. Passing the
guards he spoke soft reassuring words to her in french, his
native tongue. To which she responded with a faint ‘Merci'
as the King of Arendelle made his entrance.
"Thank you for seeing us, Your Majesty. Allow me to introduce
myself, King Marco of Gladeaux” He spoke with a thick accent,
turning toward blonde man who wasn’t much younger than himself.
"I understand that under my father’s rule, Gladeaux and Arendelle
were at odds. I come to change that, and to offer and apology.”
He couldn’t help but glance back at the cloaked woman.
How do you apologize to one who’s mother was used in
such a manner by his father?
Disney Concept Art
Holy hell… these are so beautiful <o.o>
wasn’t the mom in frozen brunette?
So somewhere in the process of developing the Lion King, between production of this piece and the final film, someone decided angel giraffes flying around Mufassa’s cloud-face was a BAD idea?
» For the next five questions my muse can not tell a lie.
» I dare you to write a paragraph starter in my inbox.
Rapunzel in a coronation dress - coloured ;)
This was a bit of an experiment.