Elsa
I walk down the road to the seamstress's shop. I see her as I walk in. She is sewing and doesn't see me. She looks to be in her mid-twenties and is almost as pale as the moon. She has long, ginger, hair neatly tied into a bun at the near top of her head.
"Welcome to the seamstress's. How may I help you?" She says, not looking up from her sewing machine.
"Hello," I say. "I'm in need of a dress."
She looks up. Her green eyes snapped at me as she did. Her pale skin turns a shade paler and her eyes softened. "Oh. My. God. I am so sorry, Your Majesty. I really didn't see you." She falls down to her knees.
"That's really not necessary," I say. "I just needed a dress."
"W-well what kind of dress?" She stutters
"I need a wedding dress."
Her green, shocked eyes look up at me. "What did you say, Your Majesty?"
"I am in need of a wedding dress."
She gets up off the ground. "I... I am honoured to make you... a wedding dress. Right this way."
She leads me into another room of the shop to take measurements of me.
I pull my arms up to measure my arm length. Then, she measures my height. When she measured my bust, she pulled the tape very tightly around my waist.
"Umm," I say. "Isn't this a little tight?"
"Tight? No. This is how I always make my dresses. I want to make them beautiful." I nod and she continues to measure me. "Now, what features do you want on your dress?"
"Our theme is blue, so if you could make it a tint of blue that would be good. I'd also like it to have sheer and lace materials on it, corseted, and kind of the same shape as the dress I have on now."
"Good choice, Your Highness. I'll have it ready in two days for you to try on. Alright? And if you are not satisfied, I will give a full refund."
"Thank you. I'll be back. Goodbye!"
"Goodbye."
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In two days, I return to the seamstress. I walk into the shop.
This time, the seamstress waits for me, undivided by other clients' needs.
"Welcome back, Queen Elsa," she says. "I have your dress ready."
"Good then. Let's see it."
I walk with her to a different room. She pulls a box out of a closet. She opens the box and reveals the dress.
It is a pastel blue, like I asked. The sheer material is on the sleeves as well as the lace at the wrist. The sweetheart neckline connects the sleeves to the dress at the sides. The corset is laced in the back and is also blue.
"Would you like to try it on?" The seamstress asks.
I nod. She pulls me through the dress after I have stripped. I pull the neckline up so she can tie the corset. She tightens it so tight at the top, that half of my boobs stick out of the dress. As she goes further down the dress, she pulls tighter and tighter. Nearing the bottom, every lace pulls me closer into a cave of darkness. I take shallower breaths. As she reaches the bottom and ties a bow at the bottom. I almost stop breathing entirely.
She shows me to a mirror. "What do you think?" She asks.
I try to answer, but all I say is "I-I. can't... Breathe."
"I can't imagine anything more fabulous on the queen that she can hardly breathe."
Clearly, she doesn't understand I can't breathe. I attempt to walk to a chair in the corner, but it ends up into a more jagged stagger. Before I make it to the chair, I collapse onto the hard wood floor in the room. I see a couple walk in. The woman screams and the man stops, takes a good look at the woman, and runs out to get help. The dark cave has taken over and I slip out of consciousness.
Poor Elsa. This kind of reminds me of Curse of the Black Pearl at the beginning.
Random Pirate: Allo, Poppet.
Author: oh, my gosh! Why do people just wander in like that? I have my door locked for a reason, you know!
Pirate: I don't give a crap. Alright me, you know what to do! *pirates swing through the window and puts gag on author and knocks her out and drags her out of the room.*
Anna: AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! PIRATES!!!!
Hans: Cool! Wait for me! I want to be richer and maybe a captain!*Hans jumps out of the window* AAAAUGHHHH! I think I broke my leg!
Santa: Fine. I'll get him.
Elsa: comment and vote while Jack goes to get the author!
Jack: wait. What? *Elsa shoots look at Jack.* fine. I'll go.
Elsa: Anyways. We're still taking request for wedding drama or kids or something like that, so comment on those things. Ciao! Now shoo, Jack. And don't land on Santa on the way out
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