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, |
So she'd worked for her title. Trained for it. Meanwhile Elsa was there, having been born into royalty and almost throwing it away. Admittedly, looking back on it, she felt a cold chill at the thought of Hans in her throne. Anna she would have been fine with, but that man? Absolutely not.
"So you're used to space, then." That seemed so strange to her. That there were many others used to this sort of travel. To her, space had always been where she could wish on stars. Where the sparkling lights held her attention on lonely nights.
Better to be loved than feared. She once again got the feeling that Lomea knew her more than she let on. "I've always been feared. It was never my choice."