❅ ( wretched prince ) ;

          the man most wicked had grown enraged upon learning of
          the queen’s escape! surely such a tribulation could not be
          possible. that sickly wizard had told him so — alas it is common
          knowledge to trust none but oneself. how foolish he had been
          for entrusting a ghastly magical creature. now, he observes
          her from afar; drafted in shadows. what a clever witch was she.
          arriving to this land; in the name of MOCKERY, in the name of
          tearing every reputation the king of the isles had built for himself.

                      never again would he let arendelle’s monarch ruin his chances;
                      to lead the people justly. to rid of the queen could not be done
                      in public space, timing would have to serve him well. oh; but
                      there is indeed no harm in reuniting monsters separated long
                      ago. his left hand clenches for a moment before that of a cough
                      escapes his throat. perhaps in a far fetched dream he had been
                      dying for this moment; to find himself alone with the queen once
                      more, to fill pretty head with ill thoughts; he sensed her troubles.
                      hands fold together; suppressing. “we do not dress as you do in
                      this land; rather outdated, queen elsa.”

{ ❅ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ——— 

          it  was  as  if  the  devil  himself arose from the depths to
          corrupt  &  putrefy,  an  intolerable  warmth  invading  the
          cool serenity of her atmosphere.   this  warmth  held  little
          resemblance to that of her sister - this HEAT was caustic
          almost   savage   &   relentless   while   lacking  complete
          remorse.   familiarity  was  awakened, her consciousness
          jarred  from  preoccupation  to  allow memory conjure the
          body  she  knew  this  intrusion  stemmed  from.   he was
          Arendelle’s Judas,  a  despicable,  deplorable  figure that
          evoked revulsion, the phantom taste  of  bile  coating  her
          tongue. her line of sight darted  to the glaring interruption,
          jaw tightening. 

                                 b  r  e  a  t  h  e  .
                   do not give him the satisfaction. 

                        disdain  swelled  in  the  cavern of her chest, b u r n i n g,
                        the temperature of the room decreasing. how she longed
                        to encase him in ice,  to let his flesh  grow  frostbitten,  to
                        turn raven & decrepit - for  the flesh to reflect the soulless
                        void within.   instead,  fingers  ensnared  the edges of the
                        table, nails biting into cherry wood. 

                  ❝ well, it appears my wardrobe did not exit the urn with me.
            my attire is the least of my worries. but i see you’ve acclimated well.
               tell me Hans, do they know what you are or do you have the
                                        people of his realm deceived ? ❞