So I was rereading Extra! Extra! Read All About It! again…

Wanted to dabble a bit in this reversal AU again, so have at it. No Anna appearances here, I’m afraid.

(this one takes place a week after the Great Thaw)

“I love her.”



The admission was quiet; the faintest of whispers in the moonlit room, so soft, even Arturia had trouble hearing it with her heightened senses.

“Oh God…I love her.”



Whereas the first admission had been breathless, reverent, this one was slightly louder and riddled with horror and shame, for the queen had meant “love” in every sense of the word.

And perhaps, rightly so, had this particular brand of love been anything less than True Love.

Even Arturia could not fault her Master–her charge, her friend–for that. For it wasn’t just any love that had the potential to break curses, no…It was always True Love–pure, unfiltered, raw…

One heart living in two bodies. The same primordial beat echoing in another’s.

“Don’t you dare try not to feel again,” Arturia quietly warned, turning away from the window she had been gazing out of to look at the blonde burrowing her face into the pillows of her bed. “You know just as well as I how your father’s tactic worked in the end. And as someone who has had experience with tragic loves…you would have to be a fool to deny True Love of what it desires.”



“Anna…Anna’s not Guinevere! She’s my sister!” Elsa protested, turning her head so that panicked glacial blue met hardened emerald. “I thought you of all people would understand how–”



“Princess Anna is not Guinevere, nor is she Morgan, or even Mordred,” the knight cut in, voice as sharp as the blade she proudly wielded. “I know this. You would too if your fears aren’t clouding your eyes.”



Elsa sat up, jaw dropping in disbelief. “Do you hear what you’re saying?” she asked, almost indignantly. “You’re saying I should pursue Anna–my own flesh and blood–romantically. That I should give in to these shameful desires, and–”

“If I–a relic from a bygone age–was able to deduce this, then surely your people have as well.” There was a time where Arturia wouldn’t have interrupted the queen, but they had moved beyond that time long ago. Aside from Anna and Olaf, she was probably the only other person capable of doing so without repercussion.



Her emerald gaze softened as she walked towards the bed. “There is a reason why it is True Love that breaks curses and banishes the darkness, Elsa. No other love would do. And True Love comes in many forms–platonic, familial…yours so happens to be of the romantic sort. Not even a knight such as myself can fault you for this.”

She sat down next to the queen. “Not even your own people.”

Elsa shut her eyes, burrowing her face into her pillow once more. Frost crept across the sheets and the duvet, but none of it touched the Servant.

“It has been one week, and there have been no riots, no witch hunts,” Arturia continued, “And from what I’ve heard, your people approve. The children most of all.”



The frost stopped.

“They…approve?” came Elsa’s hesitant whisper.



The knight allowed herself a faint smile. “Naturally, there were a few dissenters, but for the most part…the people of Arendelle seem to have grasped the importance of True Love just fine. You…You have little to fear, Elsa.”

Blue eyes peered up at her, teary and hopeful.

“And of course, you have my blade at your beck and call. Should I come across any slander towards you or Princess Anna, I would have no choice but to defend your honor,” Arturia said, attempting to lighten the mood. “I doubt many would be so eager to duel with the King of Knights.”



A giggle reached her ears, and the faint smile on her lips grew more tangible at the sound.

“Thank you.”

