Princess double-courtship
You say you love him, that he is the only one for you. Yet you claw at my back and whisper my name, for it is the only prayer you know. You kiss him and hug him, so softly yet strongly. But you hold me tighter that anyone. In the days he is working, you prance around my study like a feline, you're at my side, watching me like a hawk. A guard spoke to me the other day, he had noticed how I treat every encounter with suitors with distaste. I worry for how long I can hold up this lie. A tremendous strain is upon me. I collapse to the floor on the way to my chambers. You see me, and you cry out my name, fear in your bright teal eyes that swim with tears already. I awaken with a jolt, a hand is holding mine. I sob and sob and sob some more. The familiar crackling of frost overhead makes me cry ever harder. 'What's the point?' I hear myself say, 'In keeping this facade up? What!' my voice is rising, higher in pitch, though darker in tone. You glare at me, and tears spill down your cheeks. 'The point is, I love you, not Kristoff.' My eyes are wide as you lean ever closer, just about to close the gap, when... The door opens, Kristoff stands there, flowers in his hand and a sheepish smile. 'These are for you Queen Elsa, for I heard about your fall. Is something to stressful for you?' You stand up sharply and shout, 'GET OUT!' He leaves incredulously. 'I broke up with him.' you say, 'Because I am faithful to only one.' your kiss sends shocks running through my body, I swoon, and I sigh and smile against you. 'You are the only one for me, you are my sister, and you are my lover, and you are my only love.' you say. Now, I believe.