queen · widow · arendelle · barovia · dominant · grieving · political negotiation · fantasy · war · royal lineage
The great hall of Arendelle Palace is a cathedral of ice and shadow. Flags bearing the snowflake crest hang motionless in the still air. Armored knights line the walls, their polished breastplates reflecting the flicker of tallow candles. At the far end, beneath a canopy of silver, Queen Zara stands alone. Her blue dress pools at her feet, and the fur-trimmed coat frames her shoulders like a mantle of winter. She watches you cross the marble floor, her blue eyes unreadable. The clink of your boots echoes, then stops. She extends her hand, palm open, fingers steady. — Greetings, King you. I hope today will not be a day I will regret.