Here. Have another random drabble (this was supposed to be short but well my mind just kind of took off). I dunno if anyone reads these lol but I like sharing them regardless haha.

Oh and this one is not part of the ‘Who are you’ thing I got going on. This is completely different :D



Elsa was silently reading over a few trade documents until a knock was heard at her door. She breathed a sigh of relief for the interruption.

“Enter.”

The door opened to reveal a heavily armored man who looked to be in his late thirties. The crocus symbol of Arendelle was engraved deeply into his chest plate and she smiled slightly at the sight.

“Thank you for coming Captain Warhol,” Elsa spoke. She had never met the Captain of the guard before but she knew there was gratitude to be had from her end. He approached the desk she was seated behind and gave a low bow.

“It is an honor to finally meet you in person your Majesty.” He stood back to his full height and gave a warm smile. “I must say you are the spitting image of your mother working on documents in such a manner.”

Elsa gave a light laugh and smiled in return. “So I have been told.”

“I assume you have not summoned me here for minor chit chat,” he chuckled then continued, “So how may I be of service to you my Queen?”

The Queen stood from her chair and walked over to the window overlooking the courtyard where the stables were located. She spotted a familiar redhead riding her horse, Lars, in the training grounds. Elsa smiled at the carefree look her sister had. Her happiness increased as she watched Anna laugh openly, braids whipping around freely this way and that. For a brief moment of observation, Elsa’s heart fluttered at the attire her sister sported.

She certainly does wear that tunic rather well. Elsa blushed at her improper thoughts and suddenly realized that she was not alone in her study to ponder further on them. She coughed in her hand and brought her attention back to the Captain who didn’t seem fazed by her daydreaming. If anything, he merely looked curious.

“C-” her voice squeaked but she quickly remedied it by clearing her throat, “Captain Warhol, I just wanted to personally thank you for overlooking Arendelle’s army. I have been looking at certain documents from my earlier days of…seclusion before I became Queen and I must say I am thoroughly impressed at how far our borders have expanded while in your command. I also had the privilege of walking through the army barracks and was astonished at how talented our soldiers are.”

The Captain proudly smiled, “The men work hard for their country and they are talented no doubt. We are lucky to have such a good core.”

“Indeed we are,” she replied. “Anyways, thank you Captain for all your hard work overseeing everything and ensuring our victories. I am relieved to know we have a good man in command of the military affairs.”

What Elsa expected was a simple ‘you’re welcome’ or ‘it’s no problem’ but the reaction she received was completely the opposite. He gave her a slightly confused look at her thanks but then began to rub his chin while looking up into space. The Captain was pondering on something but what…she was not sure. The blonde woman decided to wait it out and sure enough it wasn’t long before he looked her way again.

“I see you have not been informed yet,” he mused. “You have been Queen for quite some time now and yet…”

Informed of what?

“I apologize I don’t seem to follow…” Elsa trailed off confused.

“For starters,” he gave a light laugh averting his look to a vase that held a few sunflowers that were gifted from her sister. He didn’t bother to look away from the objects before continuing, “I am not the correct person to be thanking. I merely follow instructions from our General.”

Elsa eyes widened a fraction. General? She had not read any accounts on a so called General within her ranks. As far as she knew, the Captain held the highest title in the army. There was no proof of any documents anywhere that signified someone higher than Captain Warhol.

“I was not aware we had a General, Captain. I have not read or seen anyone by the title,” she calmly said trying not to be annoyed at not knowing this bit of information. Her eyes wandered back outside to the sight of her sister. This seemed to calm her somewhat.

“Well…she–”

Elsa whipped her head around, “She?”

He finally looked away from the flowers to Elsa and once again offered an apologetic smile, “Yes, she requested that she work from behind the scenes for now – ‘Off the books’ as I remember her saying. Though I must say, she is probably one of the better leaders in the military this country has ever had. Especially at her age! The young woman definitely takes after her father in social military affairs as well as on the field.”

“What is the name of her father? Maybe I have come across him in court before.” She realized she should have just asked upfront for the name of this womanly General but it was a bit late for that. Her musings were cut short when she noticed the Captain go quiet for a moment. He seemed conflicted about answering but in the end it seemed he gave in and sighed. The older man quietly mumbled something about ‘making me do the dirty work’ but she ignored it.

“Her father’s name was Agnarr,” he spoke as Elsa waited with bated breath for him to finish, “King Agnarr to be more specific in title.”

Elsa stared at him in shock and he looked on at her with a tiny hint of amusement. She tried to reel in the information but failed. “I know for fact that I’m not commanding any army so if what you say is true then surely you can’t mean…”

“I surely do mean who you are referring to your Majesty. She has been overseeing military affairs for some time now and is a natural at what she does.”

Elsa swiftly turned to the window to look for her sister. She was perched up on a fence feeding apples to Lars. Anna made silly faces and laughed before her horse nudged her off the back causing her to tumble ungracefully backwards. The redhead shot up from the ground and started flailing her arms around. She was…arguing with her horse, Lars. Elsa put her hands over her heart feeling a bit taken aback at the new information.

This is just too impossible to wrap my head around. Anna, my quirky and fun sister Anna, is the General of Arendelle? As if the Captain heard her thoughts, he spoke up.

“Princess Anna rarely leaves the castle for the tasks she assigns us but…” he trailed off and Elsa tore her eyes away from her sister to study him. His demeanor had turned serious and his lips seemed to form a grim line. “From what I have seen from the times the General does accompany us, I would never want to be on the receiving end of her blade.”

This…I can’t–

“I see,” she whispered trying to reel it all in. An image of her sister wielding a sword danced across her vision, as she sat saddled on her noble steed. The Queen straightened up and brought her hands to clasp in front of her. She turned to the other man. “As it stands, I still thank you for serving Captain Warhol. I appreciate all that you’ve done for Arendelle and hope you continue to serve our nation proudly.”

This time he responded appropriately and bowed, “It is a pleasure to serve for Queen and country. I will continue fighting as long as Arendelle shall have me.”

Elsa felt a genuine smile form, briefly forgetting that her sister was running the military. It was a good feeling to see the sincerity and loyalty in someone. They were rare attributes to come across these days – especially among her councilmen and nobles.

She brushed those thoughts aside for now. “Thank you Captain. I believe that will be all.”

“Your Majesty.” He gave a small bow before turning around to exit out the door, leaving Elsa alone once again in her study.

She sighed and turned back to watch her sister once more. Instead of the goofy persona the redhead showed earlier, the young woman displayed a different side that Elsa rarely ever saw. Back straight and head held high, she brought her horse into a slow, controlled canter. She sat atop Lars in a posture that exuberated nobility and power. Anna was not smiling this time around but rather held a stern expression.

Powerful beauty, Elsa thought as she watched her sister for a few more fleeting moments before heading back to her desk. As she sat down, she regarded the sunflowers in the corner of her desk.

You and I, General, are going to have a long talk tonight about your secret military affairs.