Sansa Appreciation Week » Day two (Favorite trait - Adaptability)
“You are Alayne, and you must be Alayne all the time. Even here. In your heart. Can you do that? Can you be my daughter in your heart?”
“I …” I do not know, my lord, she almost said, but that was not what he wanted to hear. Lies and Arbor gold, she thought. “I am Alayne, Father. Who else would I be?”
"Very true, luv," Jack replied with a smile, noting the young lady’s earnest tone. He knew exactly what it was like to be a captain without a ship — ten years spent listening for rumours of the Black Pearl and their cursed crew and holding onto the faint hope that he might day enact his revenge on her mutinous captain.
When she introduced herself the pirate couldn’t hide his surprise. The princess of Arendelle? It wasn’t often that he was in the presence of royalty — and he thought it slightly odd that she was here at the docks rather than at the palace, taking care of… royal business.
The young princess seemed rather endearing, though. And Jack was fairly certain she was pretty harmless. He bowed his head slightly. “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow, darlin’. Don’t have a kingdom, just a ship. And a reputation.”
❖ With the ocean so close to the castle, Anna had grown up imagining herself on the high seas. It wasn’t so normal for woman to be found on boats, not in any proper role, but she hadn’t realized that when she was young. She would sit, stare out the water, then sit some more.
That dream had ended several years ago, when her parents failed to return from their trip to Corona. She remembered it, and pushed it away just as quickly. It was a raw subject to think or speak about, but less so with time. “It’s great to meet you, Mister — Captain Sparrow. Captain Jack. Which is right?” Anna asked this before pushing on with more questions.
“A ship and a reputation — for what?” Anna asked, curious as to what sort of many had drawn up to port. She didn’t know all the logistics of it, but she knew there were rules in place. She hoped she didn’t sound too
"Absolutely!” The small snowman exclaimed, throwing more confetti over the railing.
"Sure it’s a bit of a mess, but Elsa is going to love this!”
❖ “You — You really think so?” It didn’t take that much effort to convince Anna it was a good idea. She was having fun throwing the confetti. “Where did you get all this confetti?”
❝ ＣＯＬＤ. ❞
❖ “Olaf, are you sure about this?”
Anna and Kristoff Kiss - Frozen on Ice
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I have low esteem for everyone else.
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He noticed the way her gaze lingered on his clothes; he would recognise her expression from anywhere given the amount of stares it had drawn over the years - much like his ship, he supposed. Similarly, he also took a few moments to take in her appearance. Arendelle and its surrounding kingdoms weren’t places he visited often, but he sensed by the young lady’s dress and jewellery that she was rather important around here.
Therefore he couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing here at the dock, talking to strangers.
"Aye, they’re all terribly dull, darlin, much like their captains I expect." He cast his gaze over her shoulder at the Pearl again. "And she’s definitely not imagined, luv. I checked." He wasn’t even lying: he’d imagined his ship on too many occasions for him not to check.
❖ Anna fell into her habit of staring openly and earnestly. Growing up, paintings were her main source of interaction with people, as laughable as that was to others. They were painted to be looked at, and never had a problem with her gaze. He, however, had the tilt and smile of a man who liked to be seen. And in her absent-minded staring, she had been caught.
“I’m happy for your sake. Not much of a captain, without a ship, right?”
The captains were usually happy to answer her questions then moved on. This man seemed to be lingering, so much so that Anna remembered to introduce herself without prompt. “I’m Princess Anna, of Arendelle — which is, well, here. This.” She gestured with her arms to the kingdom behind her.
“That. But, you’re… I’m sorry, you didn’t say your name, did you? I think I’d remember, if you had.”