in which ingrid of arendelle finds herself sneaking off to the isle for a search of adventure while meeting the boy she felt was the one who could save her.
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𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦 ━━ ongoing
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗞 ━━ fem!oc
sometimes ingrid of arendelle trusted a little too easy. She wrapped her pinkie around every boy that gave her attention and fell into the cold when they left her high and dry. It wasn't something she was particularly proud of herself for and devoting her life to scorning boys off her tail had then became her new motto, even if it didn't work. She described her past lovers as a long list full of idiots and every new one was underlined in red gel pen as a warning. She was supposed to be icy, not warm and that red pen insuated danger. Don't let boys follow you on a leash.
she simply was hidebound in her personality and something so minuscule felt like the whole bloody world to her. Leaving her pretty life on an axis to explore the isle was almost irrational as she really did have the 'perfect' life. She was a literal princess for god sake but then again ━ she did hate living the high road.
now, hiding in the boot of a limo became somewhat ludicrous to the vks. She didn't like the vks all that much and mal even less but she searched her life for an adventure and if that meant sneaking away to find it then she would throw herself across that bridge if she had to.
all it takes is a boy to whisk her away from her life to make her happy and if letting a complete stranger drag her around the isle would do that then yes, she would seek the danger she compelled towards her.
