❅ ( wretched prince ) ;

          there is no jeweled crown resting atop his autumn hair, indeed.
          yet comparing the pairs achievements was a humorous thing; who
          was she in this town ? no place did the ice witch fit but a rotting
          cell; where perhaps, with upgrade of technology & the latter; there
          could be no repeat of escape. songbirds around whisper of an ice
          wall, ceasing their feet crossing over town. who else but Elsa, voices
          would say! they know no truth; while he knew a thing or two — but
          what better than to keep it to himself ? such victory overtaking his
          bloodstream. a new land — a new chance to rid the town of danger.
          such witchcraft did not B E L O N G here. think of what a witch
          possessing powers of ice and snow could unleash on innocents.
          eyes finally look to her, total disinterest. behold; he knew all.

                        ❝ Princess Anna is missing ? how tragic for you.
                i am afraid the town’s people would certainly run in fear of you,
         rather than sit round the camp fire & listen your woeful tale, your majesty. ❞

{ ❅ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ——— 

          even  the  simple  sound  of  his  inspirations  &  exhalations   were
          enough   to   irritate   her,   grating  at  already  frayed  nerves.  the
          hand  that  braced  the edge of the table tightened, nails becoming
          one with wood  once  more.   her  blasé  exterior  grew  difficult   to
          maintain,  fractured  confidence  waning  to  allow  her  fury  to rise
          again.   then  he  tainted  her  name, letting it spill from his lips with
          the utmost ease as if the point of  a  dagger  slipped  between  ribs.
          suppression was fruitless, mind racing, spiraling as control  slipped
          from her grasp, addled by the haze of a treacherous blizzard.   in a
          blink  whilst  her  subconscious  triggered  a  flick  of her wrist & ice
          erupted from the library’s foundation, their razored points poised to
          cause harm.   his  monstrosity  became  her   own,   loathing   each
          moment  of  her  faltering  control  yet  craving  the  power coursing
          through her limbs. 

          he should know not to trifle with the QUEEN who’s sorcery rivals the
          strength of a HUNDRED men.   this  revolting  varlet  would  become
          intimately acquainted with her winter. & when he would kneel before
          her, the act would be of raw, shuddering sincerity.

                                      a step would then lead to two & soon enough distance was
                                      nearly a memory, jaw taut, azure optics ablaze with ire, her
                                      query cloaked in the tone of a brusque command. 

                        ❝ !! ———- where is she, Hans ? ❞