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The blonde fidgeted in her seat, somewhat uncomfortable with Leuan's short responses. She had hoped the topic presented to him would keep him talking for a while, but apparently not. She swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat, feeling the ugly demon of social anxiety rearing its ugly head in her heart. Hoping she would not embarrass herself by having a panic attack, Elsa took a deep breath in and out before trying to figure out what she would say to him next.
As a queen, she wanted to seem strong and approachable, unlike how she felt inside. Elsa much rather would've stood up and walked away from the breakfast with him, locking herself in her room where she was much more comfortable. She didn't like dealing with people one little bit, but deep down knew that this was good for her. She needed all the practice she could get with people, especially when it came to males. At some point, Arendelle would want to have a king...
"When we're alone, you may call me just Elsa if you wish," the queen began, addressing what he had called her. "I'm more familiar with you than I am the other suiters, so I honestly don't mind one bit. So long as the others don't find out I've given you any special permission. After all, I wouldn't want them to think they've lost their chances just yet." Elsa knew the day would come when she would have to choose one, and she honestly dreaded it. She knew it would anger some people, and she didn't like it when others looked at her with anger in their eyes.
"A-Anyhow, where do you come from in the south?" Elsa began, hoping to further extend their conversation with this question. "Forgive me for asking about you, but I would much rather speak about you. As a queen, I'm certain you--and the entire kingdom--knows more about me than I know about you or anyone else for that matter."
The blonde fidgeted in her seat, somewhat uncomfortable with Leuan's short responses. She had hoped the topic presented to him would keep him talking for a while, but apparently not. She swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat, feeling the ugly demon of social anxiety rearing its ugly head in her heart. Hoping she would not embarrass herself by having a panic attack, Elsa took a deep breath in and out before trying to figure out what she would say to him next.
As a queen, she wanted to seem strong and approachable, unlike how she felt inside. Elsa much rather would've stood up and walked away from the breakfast with him, locking herself in her room where she was much more comfortable. She didn't like dealing with people one little bit, but deep down knew that this was good for her. She needed all the practice she could get with people, especially when it came to males. At some point, Arendelle would want to have a king...
"When we're alone, you may call me just Elsa if you wish," the queen began, addressing what he had called her. "I'm more familiar with you than I am the other suiters, so I honestly don't mind one bit. So long as the others don't find out I've given you any special permission. After all, I wouldn't want them to think they've lost their chances just yet." Elsa knew the day would come when she would have to choose one, and she honestly dreaded it. She knew it would anger some people, and she didn't like it when others looked at her with anger in their eyes.
"A-Anyhow, where do you come from in the south?" Elsa began, hoping to further extend their conversation with this question. "Forgive me for asking about you, but I would much rather speak about you. As a queen, I'm certain you--and the entire kingdom--knows more about me than I know about you or anyone else for that matter."