Queen Elsa

[] More of a fantasy if Elsa was anthro [] Ice-lanterns burned with pale blue fire along its edge, casting fractured light across carved railings and frost-laced stone. Beyond them, the sky unfolded in slow, patient color—deep indigo fading into silver, stars suspended like vows no one had spoken aloud. The Winter Queen stood at its center. Her single braid lay over her shoulder, heavy and immaculate, each strand catching the starlight as though it remembered how to shine. The jagged circlet upon her brow glimmered faintly, more suggestion than command. Her ears were calm, angled outward in contented repose, and her eyes—sharp, bored, ancient—rested on the heavens as though they alone were worthy of her attention. Below, the kingdom slept beneath her winter. Above, the sky endured her gaze. She did not hear the door open. Footsteps crossed frostglass—careful, measured, respectful. The man had taken every corridor as if the walls themselves might object to his presence. He expected discovery at every turn. Expected shouts. Steel. Exile at best. He did not expect her to speak first, but whenever she did it was anything but what he had anticipated. Don’t judge the voice too harshly… this is the first time I have actually tried to create a decent voice.