In Which a Hidden Lost Princess Observes Much But Does Not Yet Speak
♪Of TRUE LOVE*;
How I'd find *true love*...
I was looking for a fairytale,
And *dove head-first* into HIS-!
Turns out you can't find love
If you don't know what 'love' *IS*...
-And yet, the dream *won't die*;
I can't wish it away,
No matter how I try:
*True love*-!
True love-
*TRUE LOVE*...♪
-"True Love", Disney's 'Frozen the Musical'
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It was very soothing, peaceful, and calm yet beautifully empowering, the song the 'church' choir was singing in Norwegian as Crown Princess Elsa was coronated OFFICIALLY as the queen of Arendelle. -Though Aurora did not see why it would actually *lull one of the dignitaries to sleep*... Ah, well- let him. Like as not, he would be more-or-less wide-awake when came time for *QUEEN Elsa* to be first addressed as such.
Had former Prince Hans Westergaard of the Southern Isles *NOT been rescued* three years ago, he would have been sitting inbetween the sleeping dignitary and the more awake one while trapped in his cruel monstrous father's expectations that would have POISONED his heart and soul and brought about great trouble for all in Arendelle- but the royal family, most of all. -Yet here he now was, merely sitting near the back in one of the castle chapel's pews with his adopted younger brother Pinocchio and near-sweetheart/new good friend Tadashi Hamada. Simply just 'Hans Belmagio'- once a baker's apprentice, and now one such himself!
(She had to admit, *working in a BAKERY* hadn't been anything CLOSE to what she'd expected the former thirteenth and youngest Westergaard prince to do for a job. Her very first thought would have been something to do with *horses*-! But so long as he was fairly happy and content with what he now did for a living, then that was his business...)
...Had she stayed a royal herself, been *PROPERLY awakened*, or simply *not Cursed in the first place*, would Aurora Briar-Rose Talia Felicity Bernadette plus HIM have also traveled to Norway for the Queen-to-Be's coronation alongside Princess Rapunzel of Corona, her own adopted younger sibling Varian (now Prince Varian), and her bodyguards Fraulien Cassandra and Herr Eugene Fitzherbert??? Who knew?? Maybe- maybe not...
The beautiful violet-eyed rose-lipped tall willowy blonde now known as 'Bomme Talia Rosamund Costa', a simple seamstress in fair Arendelle for two years now rather than a hidden-away Cursed princess, did her very best to pay attention to the proceedings- yet couldn't help thinking about who *SHOULD be beside her*, if he was really truly her 'True Love' as well as betrothed. Should have CHERISHED, ADORED, and CARED FOR her- *NOT* *treated her like a mere ornamental object, plaything/sex doll, and/or 'breeding bag' while she was still under Maleficent's Curse that he was apparently supposed to break*!!!!
And that would have been her plight and future, except- *WHOOPS*. Clumsy so-called peasant boy- at one point while 'gathering the fruits of love' from her, he'd accidentally given her 'Love's First Kiss'! Angry- no, *FURIOUS*, frightened, horrified, crushed, and heart-shattered as she was upon waking up and feeling the ACHE all over but especially between her thighs, at her breasts, and the *DISGUSTING feeling* in and around her mouth that didn't come from lips touching lips or even tongues tasting and tangling, she 'played dead' same as any other prey animal trying to escape a predator, and stayed that way until he went to bed for the night. ONLY THEN had she gotten up from her richly and beautifully-decorated bed, tugged the bodice of her birthday dress back up, and escaped out the window, down the castle walls of *HIS home* rather than hers', across the courtyard and gardens, up then down the walls *surrounding* the castle, and quickly clicked her heels a la Dorothy Gale (though she hadn't known this at the time- the Many Kingdoms were quite old-fashioned) with tight-shut eyes and a fervent wish to be *somewhere COMPLETELY SAFE*...
Lo and behold- she then ended up in Arendelle, Norway, and conquered both *NORMAL NATURAL sleep* and spindles and needles since she outright REFUSED to have either hamper her just because of her former Curse or her 'official story'! The town needed a new seamstress, anyway-
She'd had to cast a Silencing Charm before allowing herself to *SCREAM*, near-howl, sob, and weep at the first sight of herself in her new home's mirror. '*Oh, HORROR*, HORROR, *HORROR*!!!!' INDEED, good sir Macduff, the sight of her ravished body- Black and blue and purple bruises 'decorating' her breasts and shoulders as well as livid red 'vampire bites', her nipples swollen, tender, and sore; more bruising on her inner and outer thighs, *blood and seed* spattered onto her Mount of Venus, semen staining her red red lips- the AWFUL BURNING ACHE at her entrance and in her core...!!! It was a *DAMN WONDER* she didn't immediately throw up at the sight- or become great with child(dren) as a way of adding salt to the wound.
~"*YOU'RE the 'fucking cunt'*, Prince Phillip,"~ she'd hissed in heartbroken tearful malevolence. ~"My *TRUE LOVE True Love* would *NEVER* treat me or any other woman the *BEYOND DISGUSTING* way you did and would have only continued to had you not- well, *slipped*!! You're a MONSTER- as bad as or worse than Maleficent; and our parents and the so-called Three Good Fairies whom I once called my 'aunties' and loved as such if not simply surrogate mothers are *JUST AS BAD*, pushing/forcing and expecting us to fall in love and marry each other! Once upon a dream I loved you, -but now I *HATE* you and ALWAYS WILL...!"~
She'd wished it, Glamoured herself with light honey-brown skin, dark-chocolate hair, and sea-blue eyes (and Glamoured *her VOICE*, just to be on the even safer side), taken up a new name, even been checked out by a doctor and been to see a psychiatrist after 'revealing' that she'd run away from an abusive husband and cold family- even the 'Three Good Fairies' would *NEVER* be able to find her since like Maleficent for sixteen years had searched for a maid of beauty rare with 'gold of sunshine in her hair and lips that shame the red red rose', fair skin, and violet eyes! PHILLIP would never be able to find her- wouldn't even *THINK OF trying to find her*, since she'd created an *actual sex doll* that looked and felt like her inside and out in every single way before leaving King Hubert's castle. Children??? 'Aurora' would be thought to be infertile, and the poor prince would then have to seek out an AWAKE mistress that resembled his still-Cursed princess close enough; *oh, dearie dearie dear*...!
Aurora had *STILL been careful*, though. She was friendly enough to children, youths, adults, and elderly alike- but 'Bomme Talia' soon gained a reputation for being something of a loner, similar to yet not Crown Princess Elsa. She didn't dare get too close to someone- and dating was *ENTIRELY* out of the question while the mental and emotional pain was still so raw, much less visiting *a BORDELLO* for 'mere casual sex' in order to scratch an itch! That happened?? Then she sweated it out in the privacy and solitude of her home via simply her hands, sex aids/toys, or both...
Her one exception was a gruff but kind ice harvester as golden-blond as she but much more burly and rugged, possessing straighter shorter locks, and with honey-brown eyes instead of violet named Kristoff Bjorgman and his trusty beloved reindeer Sven- and even that was something of a secret, which he more than honored since that was her wish. He *more than UNDERSTOOD*, even, since he'd been raised by TROLLS same as she'd been raised by fairies- though for HIM, from the age of eight rather than harking back to being a tiny baby. And more than once, *HE'D been greatly hurt* by people he'd either thought he could trust or had simply been cruel to him given his half-Sami heritage- so he understood that, also.
'People will *BEAT you*, and CURSE you, and *CHEAT* you! *Every one of 'em's bad*- *except YOU*...' Sven mostly 'sang' that to Kristoff in 'Reindeers Are Better Than People', -but now he also meant that *AURORA/TALIA* was the one and only human he could trust and bring himself to care for. And the feeling was quite mutual.
ROMANCE had never even *faintly* come into the equation, however- and *NEVER WOULD*! They thought of each other as the siblings or cousins they'd never had, being born only children; and neither was the other's 'type' in any way, mostly because 'Kris' was G-A-Y in capital sparkling neon rainbow letters, so *SORRY*, Rock-Trolls! Kristoff wasn't bringing *a GIRL* home anytime soon, or EVER!
Her 'bestie' didn't do so well in crowds or 'fancy events', though- so Aurora went 'doe' to Princess Elsa's coronation (even though Kristoff had still kindly and politely thanked her for the invitation, and told her that it was the thought that counted; besides, he had a lot of work to do, anyway...), wearing a beautiful gown finer than any she'd worn for two years even to church on Sunday that was a copy of Belle's from 'Beauty and the Beast' save for a gold-and-diamond Tree of Life necklace around her delicate milk-and-honey throat, and her long golden hair being styled in a loose braid thrown over one slender shoulder with a matching sunshine ribbon tying it off. She only needed light touches of makeup to top it all off, though made sure that she wouldn't outshine the new queen for all she was born a princess herself; that would just be *VERY BAD form*!
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Ah, she realized upon coming back to Earth as a result of the choir finishing for now- Princess Elsa had now been crowned. Good gracious, but *how NERVOUS* she looked- and why was she reaching out for the orb and scepter with *her gloves still on*???? It was Royal Protocol for one's hands to be bared; surely she knew that! And when gently reminded of this by the Archbishop, she looked *so very AFRAID* and WORRIED while reluctantly removing her teal-blue satin gloves that went half-way up her lower arms...! She was *trembling* a bit as she turned to face her new subjects when they stood to greet and proclaim her -and Aurora soon found out why.
She felt *MAGIC* emenating from Queen Elsa's now-bared hands- her HEART, her *SOUL*, *her VERY CORE*. *Icy* magic ...but it did not in the least feel like Maleficent's 'powers of hell', or Flora's, Fauna's, and Merryweather's sparkly tricks intercepted with silly arguments of 'Make it BLUE!'/'*Make it PINK*!'. *Scared, lonely*- TERRIFIED, yes ...yet warm as sunshine or a cozy winter fire, matching Elsa Frossen's large heart of pure gold and soul as clear and blue as her eyes for all she appeared to be a- well, 'ice queen'.
-Judging by the strange unusual streak of SNOWY-WHITE in Princess Anna's hair on the right side of her head, Queen Elsa must have accidentally struck Princess Anna with her magic while playing or practicing, and this was the result alongside Arendelle's closing the castle gates and Elsa becoming a lone wolf. And given Anna's pained loving longing look, they had once been close and tight-knit as could be; but not anymore... *OUCH*.
Now that Arendelle had a *NEW queen*, would The Rules change, and the reasons they were in place- or no?? Only time would tell...
-Not right away, anyhow, Aurora sighed to herself with a pang in her own fractured frozen heart upon observing Queen Elsa quickly place her gloves back on after she'd put the orb and scepter back down on their pillow.
"*Queen Elsa of Arendelle*!"
"*QUEEN ELSA OF ARENDELLE*!!" the crowd cheered in response to the Archbishop's proclamation. Then they all reverently and joyfully sang alongside the choir, praising their new monarch.
~"Queen anointed-
Queen anointed-
*Queen anointed*...!
Queen anointed,
Our chosen daughter
With blessed crown of gold-
Northern glory,
Our golden sister,
Heir to kings of old,
Let our voice this sacred hour
Sing, praise, and *bring to light YOUR POWER*...!
-Noble Queen of our Northern lands,
*We are in your hands*..."~
'No pressure...!' Aurora could hear Kristoff snark wryly alongside her in her head just after.
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Compared to the chapel's whispered or raised reverent voices, dark corners, and somber tone, *the BALLROOM* was awash with light and laughter as well as joyous music, and guests had already begun to dance, mingle, and/or eat. Aurora had not yet touched anything, wanting to wait until-
"*Queen Elsa of Arendelle! Princess Anna of Arendelle*!"
And there they now were- Elsa regally walking onto the platform, and Anna practically running after popping through the door. Heh- she must have overthought her entrance! It was actually rather endearing even if awkward; *adorable*, even! -WAIT. *WHAT*??!?
*Stop that*! *Stop that RIGHT NOW*. 'Friendship is one thing- *ROMANTIC love* is another one ENTIRELY...! You'll only *get hurt*, and *BADLY*.'
That didn't stop Aurora from badly wanting to give Princess Anna a quick warm hug or gentle hand-press when she saw her having to be actually ushering over to her elder sister's side, though. *Good heavens*, but this must be the closest the princess and queen had been to each other for any length of time...! Poor Anna- now SHE was the one who looked so very nervous and unsure, smoothing her soft-looking strawberry-gold/sunset hair and self-consciously clearing her throat.
Just faintly, a happy Aurora could hear-
"-Hi."
"H-*'Hi', ME*??? *Oh*! Um- hi."
"...*You look BEAUTIFUL*."
She really truly did, 'adorkableness' or no. The most beautiful girl Aurora had ever seen in real life, in the pages of her books, or on a movie or television screen...! There was gold of sunshine in *HER hair* alongside lovely fiery red-orange, and her pretty smiling lips were the very shade of a tea-rose. Stars shone and sparkled in her large slightly corner-tilted eyes both sky-blue and sea-green, and her rose-leaf complexion was ACCENTUATED with sugar-sprinkle dustings of freckles; *not blemished*! She was a bit coltish as well as petite and slender, but Aurora liked that as much as her 'strawberry marks'; 'perfection' was B-O-R-I-N-G... (No offense, Queen Elsa.)
"*Thank you*! You look *beautiful-er*- Imean, *not FULLER*! You don't look 'fuller', but 'more beautiful'..."
She could hear Merryweather groan and Flora tsk as well as shake her head, but sharply told them both to *SHUSH* and get lost. *She was NERVOUS*, poor thing- and NO WONDER! Seeing and interacting with her sister for *the FIRST time* in *thirteen years*, if not since their parents' funeral...
"Thank you! -So, ...THIS is what *a PARTY* looks like."
"It's WARMER than I thought-!"
"What is that *AMAZING smell*?? -*CHOCOLATE*!"
That last was said in unison with Anna after they'd both *SNIFFED DEEPLY at the same time*- then the two royal sisters broke into semi-quiet tickled laughter once their eyes popped open and gazed into one another. A quieter but still happy smile tugged at and danced over Aurora's red red lips as she watched from afar. *Drat, drat, DRAT* that the moment had to be RUINED by-!!!
"Your Majesty, -the Duke of Weaseltown."
"WESELTON! -*Duke of WESELTON*, Your Majesty. As your closest partner in trade, it is only fair that I share your first dance as Queen!"
"-Thank you," Queen Elsa said politely after stifling a burst of laughter alongside Princess Anna, Aurora, and a couple of other guests at the sight of the Duke's TOUPEE flipping forward as he bowed deeply after performing a funny odd little dance step. "Only I don't dance."
Didn't feel like she COULD or *SHOULD dance*, was more like it. But surely, the gloves would and should *help*-! Or, maybe she just truly didn't care for dancing...
"-Oh."
"*But MY SISTER* does..."
"*What*??! Oh, I don't think-!"
"If you swoon, let me know! I'll catch you!"
"*Sorry*..."
For all her awkwardness and 'weirdness', Princess Anna was actually a *LOVELY dancer*, Aurora could tell- but the Duke of WEASELTOWN was not helping the already slightly unsteady situation in the least. It was all leaps, head-bobs, and feet- feet that *kept landing on Anna's toes*. 'Like an agile peacock', INDEED- more like a *demented chicken or monkey*!
She winced alongside the other princess and had to CLAMP DOWN on her own magic when she heard a slimy, sleazy, oily "*So GREAT* to have *the gates open*! Why did they shut them in *the FIRST* place??? *Do YOU* know the reason?? *Hmmm*...???"
"Mm... no?"
-She must not remember the accident, then. Probably believed she'd been born with the strange snow-white streak of hair, and didn't know about her sister's powers of ice, snow, and frost. Had the removal of Princess Anna's memories of all those times been the price for healing her icy injury???
Now the dance was over, and Anna was limping back to her sister...
"*Well*! He was SPRIGHTLY."
"Ugh! Especially for a man *in HEELS*...!"
"Are you okay?"
"I've never been better- this is *so NICE*! I wish it could be like this *all the time*..."
"Me, too ...but *it CAN'T*."
"*Why not*??? I mean, if we-!"
"*It just, CAN'T*!"
"-Excuse me for a minute."
*Oof*... That was going to be longer than a minute, Aurora knew. Already, Princess Anna was holding back tears and sniffling a bit-
BUMP!! As one guest bowed, his backside knocked into her, sending her off-balance- and Anna trip-stepped on the hem of her dress and petticoat to boot. But just as she was about to fall over- a tall dashing handsome young man with slightly floppy ember-red hair and spring-green eyes dressed like a prince reached out and caught a hold of her small freckled hand. And quite neatly, at that- even with a glass of champagne in his other hand-
"Glad I caught you," he chuckled kindly in his rich melodic tenor.
"*Hans*!" Princess Anna breathed in both relief and happiness.
Forget a twinge, pang, or flutter- Aurora felt a DRAGON-WING FLAP of jealousy and *worry* while watching Hans Belmagio smoothly lift Princess Anna back onto her feet and then sweep her into a waltz. Oh, yes- certainly, she'd also quite admired and semi-made eyes at the winsome young baker with an ABSOLUTE DOLL of a younger brother (literally and figuratively), made some polite conversation with him now and again same as any other customer ...but she'd never dared try anything else, verbal, physical, or both. Not with newcomer part-Japanese Tadashi Hamada, either-
Whether Hans, Tadashi, Princess Anna, or someone else, she. Could. Not. Risk. It. She'd been *SHATTERED* once, and didn't care to repeat the experience, thankyouverymuch. A simple traditional pair, or via polyamory- she just *didn't dare*! FRIENDSHIP at *the LEAST*, since Tadashi looked not a little lonely now that his almost-sweetheart had been danced off with Princess Anna; *mere friendly conversation* wouldn't hurt...!
Kris and Sven would understand- not feel like they'd been cheated again, or left behind...