Elsa of Arendelle (thawed) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-11-11 22:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: isaac lahey, character: princess anna, character: queen elsa |
Bring me your loves
Who: Anna, Elsa, and Isaac
When: Tuesday night
Where: Anna and Isaac's apartment
What: Dinner, meeting the family, and very effective intimidation tactics
Warnings: If you're not here, you're safe. Probably
Status: In progress
As much as she liked to pretend otherwise, Elsa knew very well that she was very unlikely to come out of this dinner completely approving of Isaac. It really had nothing to do with the boy himself, but that didn't make it any less unlikely.
After all, she had quite a few reasons to be reluctant when it came to this relationship. Firstly, there was the fact that it originated in Marrowood, where good was very difficult to come across, and where, if they were lucky, their stay was only temporary. It just wasn't a good idea to form attachments when they could, at any time, be severed (any thought of her own predicaments was quickly waved away. Her situation and Anna's was completely different). Then there was Isaac's... wolfishness. While she was the last person to hold one's unwanted power against them, she was also the very first to be sure that said power was not in any position to harm her sister. That Isaac currently shared an apartment with Anna was enough to make her nervous. That they were romantically entangled was that much more difficult to swallow.
And then there was, of course, Kristoff.
Elsa would be the first to admit that she held quite a bit of loyalty for Kristoff. Not only had he stuck with Anna during some of the most difficult days of their lives (after only having known her a day, no less), he'd long since proven himself strong, trustworthy, and (almost) capable of handling Anna. As far as potential suitors for her sister went, she'd hit the jackpot with him. That wasn't something she could so easily give up. Not when she was still very much convinced that he was it for Anna. That her sister was getting carried away with this strange facsimile of freedom that Marrowood brought with it was not enough for her to let this feeling go.
Despite these feelings, though, Elsa knew very well that she owed it to Anna to be fair, here. Her sister was technically an adult. She could make her own decisions. No matter her feelings, she needed to try her best to give Isaac a chance.
She repeated the sentiment to herself over and over as she knocked on the door, hoping that she could actually stick to it.