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

Anonymous whispered:
Henrik reddened at his mother's cry, ashamed that he'd given away a secret he hadn't known he was supposed to keep. In his father's homeland, the other boys had teased him for not knowing how to use a sword--a problem the King was quick to remedy. Still, Henrik brightened when his mother agreed to spar with him. He grinned in a way that closely resembled Hans and said, "I'm better than you think, Mama! I even disarmed Papa--though, he was going easy on me." //firelordhans

「 firelordhans 」

❝ You probably won’t believe me, but your father and I fought once. I came this close—- ❞ Anna held up her pointer and thumb and made a very small space between them. ❝ —-to beating him. But he swept my feet out and held his sword at my throat, so I surrendered. ❞

Anna remembered the day very clearly. She had thought, for a fleeting instant, that Hans would actually take her life. But then he had laughed and dropped his foil, and extended a warm hand to help her up. He helped dust her off and made sure her braids were in tact, and then went to tend to Henrik while she cleaned their swords. 

❝ I wish he had told me he was going to teach you, but oh well. We can start first thing, my dear. Go grab a foil from our weapons chamber. I have a special one I like using so I’ll grab that myself.  ❞