The sun was shining in through the glass windowpanes, and the sun peeked between the drawn-out clouds. Some birds flapped near the castle's gates, and got shooed away by the royal guards.
King Adgar flipped through another page in his newspaper, detailed with the headline, "NORTH WAYTM ROYALS KILLED." Adgar furrowed his eyebrows, barely skimming through the newspaper with a thinly veiled expression of shock.
Queen Iduna looked at herself in the mirror. Were these clothes too formal? She didn't think so. The violet dress complemented her hair. . . did it not? She sighed, twirling her dress around. Was the coat too much? It was springtime, after all. She neatly folded her coat on her bed, and was heading out when King Adgar burst in through the door.
"Darling, I was thinking about the Summer Sol-" Queen Iduna started, and then abruptly ended when she viewed his face. He was paler then usual (which was saying something) and was sweating profusely. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't get the words wrong.
Queen Iduna quickly closed the door, and walked over to the King. "What's happened?" He was silent for a long moment, then blurted the words out all at once as if that would relieve his burden. "The. . . The North Waytms! It was all over the headlines, that they-" Here, he paused, and his eyes were wildly darting about the place, before resting on Iduna's forehead. "They were killed. All the royals." Iduna was expecting something bad from the way that he was acting, but. . . it was a horrible shock for her.
"What?" she breathed. "All the royals?"
Seeing him hesitate, she asked him the question again.
"No. . . " he looked at the sky. "Not the princess. She was the only one that survived."
Iduna sighed with relief. The little girl-well, she wouldn't be nearly as little now, she supposed. Around 14? And how horrid. All of her family. . . gone. Just like that. She was muted with grief. After being separated from her own. . . No. She couldn't think about that now. They needed to go to North Waytm, now. She knew it would be hard for Elsa, with her . . . THAT, and for Anna too. She was so lonely. But right now, the princess of North Waytm needed her more. Needed comfort, reassurance, guidance.
While the Queen mused in her own thoughts, the King looked out the window. The sky, which was earlier filled with a myriad of blues and light, was now drowning in dark grays and sinister regrets.
With such a tragedy at hand, the King should have been focused on it, but only one thought passed through his mind.
'It's going to rain.'