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, |
A walk. She could do that. "Are we allowed?" It felt a strange thing for a queen to be asking. But this wasn't home. Maybe it never would be. Not really. Truthfully, she didn't want to settle in. She wanted to be home, making up for over a decade of missed time with her sister and exploring her castle. Instead, she was in an entirely different world, with people like this one - Lomea, her nametag said - who looked at her as if they knew her. As if she hadn't spent the better part of her life avoiding letting people know her.
There was, admittedly, a tiny streak that wanted to visit those gardens whether they were allowed or not. She'd spent her whole life trying to be perfect, preparing to someday take the throne. A little hint of rebellion never hurt anyone. Right?