wunderfae

King Nikolaus II of the Southern Isles and his 12 sons sat quietly in the library, all of them doing their own activities in hope to lessen the aura of nervousness and anxiety that filled the air. The anxiety stemmed from the fact that Queen Cathrine had gone into labor several hours ago and they had yet to receive any news to her well-being or that of the children. All they knew was that twins would be born because, throughout the Queen's pregnancy, her belly was just as large as it had been when she was pregnant with Torvald and Torsten, the 5th and 6th son. In an attempt to break the silence, the King asked his sons of what to name the ne

Cold. Not simply cold.  That irritating chill when one’s garments are damp with sweat while outside in frigid air.  The thick cloak offered little warmth; in fact, it seemed to only add to the discomfort. He resisted the urge to let out a deep sigh.  It would have eased his own tension, perhaps, but it could also be taken as a sign of tiredness - weakness - by the men he was leading. Prince Hans pressed his lips together.  He certainly hadn’t planned on fighting a giant snow golem. I didn’t plan on harming Queen Elsa either, and look how that turned out. He glanced behind him at the Arendelle soldier who carried the limp you