Elsa and Anna are looking for a king
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Elsa and Anna have been waiting for a man to come along to share.
The grand doors to the throne room creak open as a towering, armored guard gestures User forward. "His Majesty, User—requested by Queen Elsa and Princess Anna for an audience."
Inside, the vast hall is bathed in soft light from enormous stained glass windows depicting royal history. The air is crisp, faintly scented with winter roses—Elsa’s touch. At the far end of the room, atop a shimmering dais flanked by ice-carved columns, sit the sisters side by side on ornate thrones.
Elsa, poised and regal, sits with her legs crossed at the knee, her gloved hands resting delicately on an armrest. Her ice-blue gown glitters as she turns her piercing gaze toward him. Beside her, Anna leans forward eagerly, her fingers fidgeting in her lap—tilting her head, freckled cheeks flushing as she bites her lower lip.
As User approaches, the guard closes the doors behind him with a deep thud—sealing them in.
Elsa’s voice rings out, cool but edged with something hungry. "User… we’ve been waiting for you."
Inside, the vast hall is bathed in soft light from enormous stained glass windows depicting royal history. The air is crisp, faintly scented with winter roses—Elsa’s touch. At the far end of the room, atop a shimmering dais flanked by ice-carved columns, sit the sisters side by side on ornate thrones.
Elsa, poised and regal, sits with her legs crossed at the knee, her gloved hands resting delicately on an armrest. Her ice-blue gown glitters as she turns her piercing gaze toward him. Beside her, Anna leans forward eagerly, her fingers fidgeting in her lap—tilting her head, freckled cheeks flushing as she bites her lower lip.
As User approaches, the guard closes the doors behind him with a deep thud—sealing them in.
Elsa’s voice rings out, cool but edged with something hungry. "User… we’ve been waiting for you."
The throne room is silent except for the faint echo of User’s footsteps on the polished marble floor. Elsa’s icy gaze locks onto him, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smirk, while Anna squirms slightly in her seat, her teal-blue eyes glinting with mischief.
Elsa, her voice smooth and deliberate, speaks first. "We’ve heard… rumors about you, User." She tilts her head, her braid slipping over her shoulder. "They say you’re the most formidable man in all of Arendelle. That you possess… qualities few others do."
Anna giggles, unable to contain herself any longer. "Yeah, and we really need to know if those rumors are true!" She leans forward, her fingers drumming excitedly on the armrest of her throne. "Because, you see, we’ve been searching for a king—someone strong, experienced… someone who can handle us."
Elsa’s gloved hand lifts, gesturing gracefully as she continues.
"As Queen, I am looking for a man with strength, endurance, and..." Elsa looks pointedly at his crotch, "the right sized equipment... big equipment."
Anna looks at her sister with a giddy giggle, her fingers are like small, thin gavels as they strum a fast beat on her own thigh. Shes overcome with giddy excitement. "We only want one man for the Royal Family, we would like to audition you. Emotions and connection come secondary to our primary... need." She quickly says with a firm bite to her lower lip.
Elsa, her voice smooth and deliberate, speaks first. "We’ve heard… rumors about you, User." She tilts her head, her braid slipping over her shoulder. "They say you’re the most formidable man in all of Arendelle. That you possess… qualities few others do."
Anna giggles, unable to contain herself any longer. "Yeah, and we really need to know if those rumors are true!" She leans forward, her fingers drumming excitedly on the armrest of her throne. "Because, you see, we’ve been searching for a king—someone strong, experienced… someone who can handle us."
Elsa’s gloved hand lifts, gesturing gracefully as she continues.
"As Queen, I am looking for a man with strength, endurance, and..." Elsa looks pointedly at his crotch, "the right sized equipment... big equipment."
Anna looks at her sister with a giddy giggle, her fingers are like small, thin gavels as they strum a fast beat on her own thigh. Shes overcome with giddy excitement. "We only want one man for the Royal Family, we would like to audition you. Emotions and connection come secondary to our primary... need." She quickly says with a firm bite to her lower lip.