― ❝ Something big, something crazy. Our best days are yet unknown. That this moment is ours to own. 'Cause we're standing on the edge of great. ❞
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― ❝ Elisa, while thrilled to be reunited with Ben in Auradon, wrestles with a persistent sense if no...
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Something Elisa quickly learned to hate as a soon to be Lady of the Court was the press. Honestly, she always hated the press, having dealt with it most her life being a princess of Arendelle and soon to be future queen. Her brother technically would be king next since he was the older one, but he stepped down since he admitted he didn't want to be king. Elisa understood why, it was a lot of pressure and stress.
But now, it was a whole different ballpark being a Lady of the Court. Every little detail and mistake were public knowledge and spread across the globe. And the fact the news of her being the future queen of Arendelle got out made it ten times worse. There was constant speculation about her life, her relationship with Ben, her powers, her family, and everything in between. It was exhausting, and it only fueled her anxiety and insecurity. She always tried to avoid the press whenever she could. But she never thought they would try to cage her in to get answers outside of Auradon Prep. She was just trying to go about her day when a group of reporters and paparazzi started surrounding her, shoving microphones in her face and snapping pictures. They were asking her a million questions at once, and she could feel her heart starting to race. She had to blink rapidly to get used to the brightness of the flashing cameras. She felt herself backing up on instinct, grimacing when she backed up into the Beast statue out front of the school. She was trapped.
"What is the reason of your brother stepping down from being king of Arendelle? Are the rumors true that he has a secret child?" One reporter asked, his microphone nearly jabbing her in the face which caused her to lean her head back with surprise. "And that's why he stepped down? Is that child here in Auradon? Who is the mother of the child?"
Elisa's heart pounded as the barrage of questions continued. She tried to maintain her composure, but the relentless pressure of the reporters was overwhelming. Her mind raced, seeking an escape or a way to deflect the onslaught. She glanced around desperately, hoping for a break in the crowd or for someone to come to her aid.
Summoning the inner strength she had been taught, Elisa straightened her back and took a deep breath. "My brother's decision to step down was personal," She began, her voice steady despite the chaos around her. "It had nothing to do with any rumors circulating. He wants what is best for Arendelle, and we all support his decision."
The reporters, sensing a potential story, only pressed harder. "What about the child? Is it true? Who is the mother?" The microphones were pushed closer, the cameras clicked incessantly.
Elisa clenched her fists, her frustration mounting. She could feel her powers stirring, a coldness spreading through her veins as the icy magic reacted to her stress. She fought to keep it under control, knowing that any display of her powers would only make the situation worse. She had her gloves on that helped keep her powers under control, but she could feel the chill creeping through her fingertips, a warning sign that she needed to calm down. The press showed no signs of relenting, their questions growing more intrusive by the second.
