Dark!Elsa x fem reader
Chapter 1
The man rolled over to lay on his other side, reaching out his arm to cuddle with his wife only to be met with cold emptiness on the bed. again. his eyes slowly opened, still heavy with sleep, and looked around the moon-lit room to land on a woman's silhouette, he left the comfort of the silk sheets to follow it to the balcony, there, a brunette stood, watching the star-filled night sky with a distant, thoughtful gaze, the wind playing with her hair. Agnarr could clearly see she was troubled. He gently placed his robe around her shoulders, shivering when the chilled breeze hit skin.
"since when did it get this cold in summer?" he said, Iduna turned her head to meet his eyes "I'm sorry, I must've disturbed your sleep my love"
"no you did not. but what are you doing at this hour?"
"I needed a breath of fresh air." the queen replied, but he could tell she was hiding the truth. he knew her better than anyone else. she hasn't had proper sleep in months, her skin grew paler and her eyes were puffy and had dark circles underneath. the doctors said it was due to the pregnancy and that she will get better with rest and medication. yet none of that worked and her state only worsened. He didn't mention the nightmares she's been having, the way she whimpered and cried in her sleep until he shook her awake and comforted her. it pained him that she suffered silently and refused to even tell him the problem, nevertheless he respected that and he gave her the space she said she needed for so long, not now, something has to be done about it.
"my dear, let's go back inside and talk about it. maybe then, you'll feel better"
The couple sat on the bed, Iduna saw her husband watching her patiently and sighed, feeling her 8 months pregnant belly with her palm "...It's really nothing Agnarr."
Unconvinced, he said "it's not nothing if it has been bothering you for this long. Please, you're not getting any better like this. you're not sleeping nor eating and rarely speaking, I want to help you."
she felt the weight of guilt upon seeing the concern and sorrow she caused her husband and looked downwards "...I've been having nightmares about the war." she whispered "I see my parents dying before me all over again every night"
Agnarr's eyes widened at her admission and was, as always, quick to comfort her and whisper words of reassurance "why didn't you speak sooner? that you didn't move on after all these years?"
"I didn't wish to burden you"
after that, he brought in a professional to help her get over the trauma. the king pampered his queen as her due date neared, she seemed to be happy again, or so he thought.
Iduna was a marvelous actress. hiding her pain and fears quite well even people closest to her couldn't catch on to it. it only made her feel worse, about lying to him. but she could never tell him. she wasn't dreaming about the war nor was she haunted by past trauma. every night, the queen would see Arendelle buried eternally in snow and ice, brutal storms and winter destroyed everything, sometimes the buildings would completely disppear and sometimes their remains would stay. but the worst of it all, was the countless corpses sunken in the snow beneath her feet as she screamed for it to stop.
No. he must never know nor anybody else. Agnarr deeply believed in visions and their meanings, he would undoubtedly ask for the interpretation of it. what sickened and scared her the most, is that her nightmares could actually be visions of the future, and that they were related to her pregnancy.
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My favorite part about being sapphic is when the things I love about other women become things I love about myself. One day I was tracing another woman’s stretch marks in a dim bedroom light. And then, seemingly by accident, I was doing it to myself in my bathroom mirror. I loved the feeling of a full hand of flesh when I grabbed a woman’s hips, and then mine didn’t need to be so skinny anymore. I looked at a woman’s lower stomach pudge and thought it was so soft and cute, then never wanted a flat stomach again. Loving women can be so healing when you come from a world that doesn’t.
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I am joining funguary this year for the first time. Are you ready for some sapphic mushrooms? 😂
I will do one artwork for each week. If you also want to join funguary, you’ll find the prompts on @feefal instagram profile. 🍄
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