❅ ( curious stranger ) ;

                            If the vampire herself could not be royalty, surrounding herself
                            with the like was almost as favourable. Such a palace was 
                            other-wordly, a sight which captivated the blonde entirely. As
                            if from a fairytale she so dearly desired to live herself, Rebekah
                            had unconsciously excused herself from the party, a daze as
                            she explored the castle with the innocence of a five year old
                            child. It was perfect; every wish for a h o m e she had never
                            been able for form into words. For even if she could, such a
                            dream would only be cause of mockery.

                                                        ❝ I didn’t realise I had wondered off.  
                                                                      It’s   b e a u t i f u l.  ❞

{ ❅ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ———

          a part of her  had  wondered  if  she  should  have  disturbed
          the  young  woman,  to  be  the  painstaking reality to shatter
          that  fanciful  detachment  Elsa   knew   all   too   well.   once
          escape was only achieved through the beauty of imagination
          & the occasional accompaniment of written texts.   a contrite
          air seemed to colour the monarch’s previously  hurried  aura,
          gratitude present on her visage. it was imperative  to  be the
          monarch her people required her to  be,  to  show  that  their
          faith & loyalty was not misplaced.

                          ❝ thank you. & it’s alright.
                                      it’s a lot to take in i imagine. 
                    —- are you enjoying your visit to Arendelle ? ❞