Elsa, Queen of Arendelle (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} stormrageon) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toboldlyrpg, |
He seemed surprised. Whether it was her age, her quiet nature, or the fact that she barely could control the magic coming from her fingers, he seemed surprised. And she didn't know how to react to that. It wasn't as if she could impress anyone, even at her strongest. And here, in this strange place entirely out of her comfort zone, she couldn't look regal in the slightest.
Still, his greeting was properly formal, and he treated her as an equal. He was a god, and she a mere queen of a tiny kingdom in the north. Yet there he was, greeting her as a fellow royal. Even though she couldn't remember Loki being king in any of the stories she'd read. That didn't matter. While literature and mythology had absolutely been a part of her education, they hadn't been very high on the list of things needed to rule a kingdom.
Right. He'd asked a question. "No," she admitted quietly, hanging her head. Wait. No. She was a queen. A queen with power, one that she was growing more in control of every day. She lifted her chin a bit, meeting that piercing gaze of his. "No. I've had them my whole life. I was born this way." Her parents had always been a blend of afraid and loving. They accepted her, but they never truly wanted her to be what she was.