A “Til Death” Prequel
Elsa detested meeting with dignitaries. They were stuffy and boring and hated everything good and fun on principle, it seemed. They existed to make her life more difficult and to test the limits of her anxiety. Of course, she was the very model of diplomacy whenever they visited–but as soon as they left she was known to visibly shrink by two whole inches on account of her relaxed slouch. Her advisory staff strongly encouraged her to break this habit, but she couldn’t help it. It was just so hard to be around people sometimes.
Being queen had its perks, of course. It was just times like these, when she had to prepare to meet with yet another pompous, arrogant, entitled stuffed shirt who questioned her ability to govern her kingdom, that she struggled to remember what those perks were. To be fair, she’d never met with anyone from Maldonia before and she’d never heard anything particularly bad about them, but her prior experience wouldn’t convince her that this meeting would be any different. Reevaluating trade agreements were the worst, and for some reason, representatives and stewards couldn’t be trusted to handle it. So here she was.
Her handmaiden finished by placing a small but stately tiara in her hair–this was the easy part, simply greeting the Maldonian duke and his entourage, but it was still important to make a good impression. Her hair was arranged in an elegant bun, her gown was formally decorated in traditional Arendellian rosemaling, and her bright purple sash bore delicate golden embroidery with a shining gold crocus on the clasp. She was poised, she was regal, and she was more than ready to get this over with.
Hopefully Anna was awake and ready to go. She’d already thought of an excuse in case her sister had accidentally slept in, but she really hoped that she wouldn’t have to sit through this introduction (and possible tour) alone. If nothing else, surely she’d be there for the formal dinner later.