agaetliga:

            _{She thinks herself in Jotunheim and as such, calloused
            digits dig into the hilt of the blade she keeps by her side,
            cautious and     if one is careful to see      weary, even.}

                           _{”       You have a very small form for a Jotunn…”}

            _{She keeps composure despite the fact that she can 
            practically feel how tense this stranger is. Mistakes
            being wary for fear. Perhaps her reputation precedes
            her.}

                             _{"I’m afraid I’m not certain what a Jotunn is..
                              you may be mistaken.“}

av-oyene:

   

             _{Hans laughed at the queens statement. It was down right sarcastic. He was going to resort in something similarly witty but swallowed the words. Somehow even then there was sarcasm in his voice.}

                   _{”What gave you away, the chains?”}

     _{He turned to look at the queen, the snow witch that ruined everything. His eyes glowing with hatred. “The sad fact that I am chained to the foundations of my home palace.” the clang of the chains bounced off of the dungeon walls when he moved as if proving a point. Hans ignored the flash of pain that came from his abused wrist. It would scar when taken off for sure. The eternal mark of a traitor.}

_{“Or was it the fact that even my own mother could not say my name around you, or anyone else in that matter.”}

_{Hans sighed a little. Slumping more onto the ground. The chacle made standing up impossible, so he didn’t even try. His mother hadn’t even spared him a glance when the guards dragged him to front. “Your dead father would turn in his grave if he heard of this. Bless his soul.” She had said before sentencing him to a lifetime of imprisonment. Hans had fought the urge to huff. Father dear would have chastised him on not succeeding, and then helped him get revenge but mother had never seen that side of him.}

_{“Now what is the queen of Arendelle doing here, if you don’t mind me asking. ”}

_{Elsa wasn’t nearly as amused at his circumstances as she’d been moments before. Shackles were a bit… much. The Queen had come here to speak to him as equals. Not as a royal would talk to a prisoner. She knew he would protest what she was about to do so she uttered a single command. “Be quiet.” She had no time for his complaints. Especially when what she was about to do was unnecessarily kind on her part.}

_{She sat beside him on the pathetic excuse for a bed they’d placed in his cell, gripping the shackles on his wrist. The ice crackled and hissed as she froze them. Which could’ve been taken as cruel if she didn’t immediately break the ice and remove the offending restraints. She set the bits to the side, eyeing over the Prince’s raw wrists.}

_{She didn’t ask when she grabbed them, cool hands wrapped around sore aggravated flesh. Elsa hoped it to be a comfort. Albeit she wasn’t looking forward to pulling her hands away for fear she’d find something very akin to blood. Dried or not, she hated red on white. But to put ice directly on his wrists would hurt more.}

_{If she felt awkward about her movements, she certainly didn’t show it.}

_{“I’m attempting not to hate you. That’s why I’m here. And don’t whine about it being cold or I’ll make sure that it is really freezing. It’ll be numb in a minute. That’s the point of this. I didn’t come to speak with a prisoner, I came to speak with a Prince.”}