Post by Elsa on May 30, 2019 3:24:21 GMT
(January 6th. Open to Enchanted Suns with Elsa, she's currently in the room she's dedicated to the army to be the "War Room" should they need it in the future for battle discussion and what not! c: )
The blue and green walls of Arendelle's inner castle were touched by the dim blue of the evening that had come upon them. The candle light inside from beautifully crafted lamps attached to the walls were lit, offering a warm golden glow between intervals within the halls and rooms. But for the most part the castle was quiet, most of the soldiers and army goers didn't have much reason to be within the castle at this time unless they thought they might find a higher up or for whatever reason herself. It wasn't unheard of for them to come inside though, it's not as if they weren't allowed and as she was Queen of Arendelle still she was happy to see anyone that might have need of her.
For now though, she was alone. Free to roam the halls, Elsa gave a slight nod to one of the guards posted in the hall she swept down. Her dress was a deep blue, flush comfortably against her form as the folds of it trailed along behind her. Embroidery was twisted in whimsical patterns in darker blue than her dress but a shimmering thread that flashed its careful handcrafted design if it caught the light right. Beneath the dress was a white petticoat and by the looks of it a white shirt that could be seen neatly folded against the blue fabric around its sweetheart dip and her sleeves. Elsa's hair, a soft silvery white, was braided delicately down her shoulder while the small golden crown was perched within the tousles atop her head.
She entered the room, large and spacious and extremely empty feeling given she was the only one there. To the right of her were windows that stretched from nearly the top of the ceiling to the floor. In the middle of the room was a long table, seats tucked at either side and one at each of the far ends. At the opposite end of the room was a massive fireplace, unlit, and above it a beautifully framed golden portrait. The portrait was a depiction of her parents before their passing. Elsa stared at it a moment, blue eyes crisp and unwavering as though she were determined of the portrait telling her something. In the end her fixation came to an end with a forlorn sigh, and she tore her gaze from her parents painted faces to look out the window instead.
As she stood before the massive window she took the crown from her hair, turning it over in her slender fingers. Upon further inspection one might notice the faintest lines of frost beginning to line its edges, creeping in twists and curls to encase the blue gem encrusted within the middle. She hadn't even noticed anyone coming down the hall and approaching the room she was stewing in.
The blue and green walls of Arendelle's inner castle were touched by the dim blue of the evening that had come upon them. The candle light inside from beautifully crafted lamps attached to the walls were lit, offering a warm golden glow between intervals within the halls and rooms. But for the most part the castle was quiet, most of the soldiers and army goers didn't have much reason to be within the castle at this time unless they thought they might find a higher up or for whatever reason herself. It wasn't unheard of for them to come inside though, it's not as if they weren't allowed and as she was Queen of Arendelle still she was happy to see anyone that might have need of her.
For now though, she was alone. Free to roam the halls, Elsa gave a slight nod to one of the guards posted in the hall she swept down. Her dress was a deep blue, flush comfortably against her form as the folds of it trailed along behind her. Embroidery was twisted in whimsical patterns in darker blue than her dress but a shimmering thread that flashed its careful handcrafted design if it caught the light right. Beneath the dress was a white petticoat and by the looks of it a white shirt that could be seen neatly folded against the blue fabric around its sweetheart dip and her sleeves. Elsa's hair, a soft silvery white, was braided delicately down her shoulder while the small golden crown was perched within the tousles atop her head.
She entered the room, large and spacious and extremely empty feeling given she was the only one there. To the right of her were windows that stretched from nearly the top of the ceiling to the floor. In the middle of the room was a long table, seats tucked at either side and one at each of the far ends. At the opposite end of the room was a massive fireplace, unlit, and above it a beautifully framed golden portrait. The portrait was a depiction of her parents before their passing. Elsa stared at it a moment, blue eyes crisp and unwavering as though she were determined of the portrait telling her something. In the end her fixation came to an end with a forlorn sigh, and she tore her gaze from her parents painted faces to look out the window instead.
As she stood before the massive window she took the crown from her hair, turning it over in her slender fingers. Upon further inspection one might notice the faintest lines of frost beginning to line its edges, creeping in twists and curls to encase the blue gem encrusted within the middle. She hadn't even noticed anyone coming down the hall and approaching the room she was stewing in.