i. ii. iii. iv. v. vi. vii. viii. ix.

firelordhans:

{♔} —- “Oh! Is it? I thought it was Henrik’s…” the King admitted. He turned the little doll over in his hands, revealing frayed seams and a missing eye. When he found the poor thing discarded upon the floor, Hans assumed that his son had chewed the little doll to pieces—but perhaps it really was Anna’s, a relic from her childhood.

“Are you the one who gnawed off all the buttons?” he asked, tapping the doll’s missing eye. “Now I know where Henrik gets it from…”

☐ ☐ | sophisticated grace ;;

                               When Anna was little, she had a bit of a..
                               button addiction. Her mother constantly
                               sewed the eyes back on but Anna would
                               always pick them off and hide them, or
                               use them for something else. Sure, she
                               could have asked her mother for others,
                               but what fun was that?

                               "Yeahhhh, that was me. I was a bit of
                               a killer in my youth, especially to my
                               dolls. You should see some of my others;
                               you’d think they went through hell or
                               something!”