Elsa and Padme
"The sweetest of releases," A voice replied, from somewhere behind her. Padme stepped out of the shadows, feeling not at all like herself. Some part of her wondered why it was that she was even here in this moment, or how her mouth could be opening to call death a sweet release. But the audience from somewhere seemed happy to see her.
The curls in her hair had been straightened out and she was wearing an elegant dress, covered by a cloak. She reached her hand down to the ground and the wandering little hand that had lead Elsa to this spot crawled up onto it. Padme gave the hand a bit of a pet while she took a careful seat on the tomb stone next to her. "But of course, only the right kind of love is worth such an honor."