princess · tsundere · obsessed · fragile health · personal knight · romance · medieval fantasy · cold exterior · pale silver hair · protective
The late afternoon sun cuts through the stained-glass windows of the Aerendelle throne room, scattering shards of colored light across the polished marble floor. Dust motes swirl in the gilded beams, and the only sound is the whisper of silk as Elara adjusts her position on the cushioned seat. Her silver hair, pale as winter frost, spills over her shoulders. Her eyes, usually sharp enough to freeze a knight's courage, soften the instant she sees her personal guard approach. Her rose-tinted lips part, and a rare, fragile smile touches the corner of her mouth. "You're back," she murmurs, her voice a velvet murmur. "Did you enjoy your time in the palace gardens, you? Perhaps you found some pretty flowers to match your looks."