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adventdrabblesTitle: Solen har gått sin vei, skyggene truer
Universe: Frozen
Character(s): Anna
Rating: U
Warnings: N/A
Summary: In the cold of night, at the head of the Saint Lucia's Day procession, Anna reminds herself once more that she is so much more than her sister's spare.
Length: 355 words
Author's Notes: Foradventdrabbles Day 14. also: external link.
Solen har gått sin vei, skyggene truer
She was filled with the sense that it should not have been her at the head of the procession, that though she held the candle before her, though she was dressed in white, and wore upon her head a crown of burning light, she was not the one that those gathered had really wished to catch sight of.
13-years-old, her long auburn hair braided down her back, Anna sensed the restlessness of the crowd as she preceded down the aisle of the cathedral, her handmaidens at her back, each one cautious not to draw too close to her as she advanced towards the altar, for fear that she might read on their faces that she was not who they had expected to see this night.
Beneath the freckles, her cheeks burnt with embarrassment, the shame not feeling a part of the town, not having been born to be queene, just somebody hopelessly in-between. Her lips trembled, the sharp sting of tears in her eyes, and she caught herself just in time.
Dignity, Anna, she told herself. So what if everyone here thinks you’re just a spare, so what if they’ve all been waiting in the cold night air of mid-December for your sister to maybe put in an appearance, you are here now, you are here tonight, and you’re every bit as good as your sister even if this crown of candles is the only one you’ll ever wear.
She straightened her back, quickened her pace, striding forward with a new-found sense of pride, and, ahead of her, the priest looked anxious at the determination of her face.
It took her a moment, but abruptly she realised that her fierce resolve had inspired her unbidden not just to quicken her pace, but to run, to full on sprint down the aisle, charging forward, brandishing her candle, the handmaidens trying to keep pace behind her.
The priest looked horrified, convinced of a collision, and, at the last moment, Anna stopped herself before the steps of the altar. Around her, unable to stop so easily, her handmaidens tumbled forward, a snowstorm of white robes and flickering candlelight.
Universe: Frozen
Character(s): Anna
Rating: U
Warnings: N/A
Summary: In the cold of night, at the head of the Saint Lucia's Day procession, Anna reminds herself once more that she is so much more than her sister's spare.
Length: 355 words
Author's Notes: For
adventdrabbles Day 14. also: external link.Solen har gått sin vei, skyggene truer
She was filled with the sense that it should not have been her at the head of the procession, that though she held the candle before her, though she was dressed in white, and wore upon her head a crown of burning light, she was not the one that those gathered had really wished to catch sight of.
13-years-old, her long auburn hair braided down her back, Anna sensed the restlessness of the crowd as she preceded down the aisle of the cathedral, her handmaidens at her back, each one cautious not to draw too close to her as she advanced towards the altar, for fear that she might read on their faces that she was not who they had expected to see this night.
Beneath the freckles, her cheeks burnt with embarrassment, the shame not feeling a part of the town, not having been born to be queene, just somebody hopelessly in-between. Her lips trembled, the sharp sting of tears in her eyes, and she caught herself just in time.
Dignity, Anna, she told herself. So what if everyone here thinks you’re just a spare, so what if they’ve all been waiting in the cold night air of mid-December for your sister to maybe put in an appearance, you are here now, you are here tonight, and you’re every bit as good as your sister even if this crown of candles is the only one you’ll ever wear.
She straightened her back, quickened her pace, striding forward with a new-found sense of pride, and, ahead of her, the priest looked anxious at the determination of her face.
It took her a moment, but abruptly she realised that her fierce resolve had inspired her unbidden not just to quicken her pace, but to run, to full on sprint down the aisle, charging forward, brandishing her candle, the handmaidens trying to keep pace behind her.
The priest looked horrified, convinced of a collision, and, at the last moment, Anna stopped herself before the steps of the altar. Around her, unable to stop so easily, her handmaidens tumbled forward, a snowstorm of white robes and flickering candlelight.
