One would think that after who knows how long he and Toothless had been flying together, they’d be some kind of well-oiled machine, minds on practically the same wavelength about maneuvers, tricks, and the like. And most days, that would be true. Unfortunately, today was not one of those days.
Hiccup still wasn’t sure what had caused his dragon to go so berserk, but he supposed that didn’t really matter at the moment. What did, however, was about three things. Find Toothless. Find a way to fix their flight gear — the dragon had nearly smashed it pieces before he’d dashed off a few minutes ago. And finally, and this was probably at the top of the list, figure out where in Thor’s name they’d crashed. It certainly wasn’t a place he recognized.
He found himself working on the latter at the moment. It had taken an ungodly amount of time to find his way out of the dense forest they’d “landed” in, and now, after stumbling through the place’s open gates, he found himself staring at a large pool of people, just as unrecognized to him as their land.
One of them stood out, though, her head-wear drawing his attention. He’d only ever read about crowns — in Berk it was generally their helmets that stated their status — but he knew that they were the mark of a royal, and a royal would definitely know a lot about where he was, right? That was his thought process, at least, as he made his way over to her.
He had every intention of stating in a calm and concise manner his dilemma, and then ask a string of questions to help solve it, but unfortunately all that he managed to produce was a stammered greeting — “A-ah, hi.” — and he irritably wondered why the Gods had to make him so bad at talking to people.
Being the queen brought a lot of unnecessary decisions for the silver girl to choose. For example, what should the cooks cook for next Wednesday. Elsa always wondered why would they ask for future, even when her feet size was a lot of smaller. Her whole childhood consisted on sentences like ‘you are going to be queen and marry a lord’ or 'we are going to have steak the next Sunday’ and such. Why not to live in present? That was the most important thing, right?
And this day wasn’t any different. An empty questions, so not funny or at least a bit exciting. No matter what, the female, of course, answered them all. If you would ask what those answers sounded, she would freeze and gave you a uncertain look, slowly falling into common anxiety. Not really. So in cost to avoid similar situation, Elsa wandered off of the sight of servants among casual people. Immediately taking down the crown that shouldn’t define her status, nevertheless it did. And someone seemed to notice.
❝ Greetings. May I help you? ❞ Her voice was silky-like and sure the unexpect approach of the other lead her out of the calm. The boy didn’t seem familiar and the queen should know the best since she could remember almost everyone by their faces. In fact, name evaporate from her memory if any interest wasn’t awaken by the person. But this one looked —different, and she couldn’t tell if in good way or not. The clothing style and such; smile didn’t leave her soft features, though. If Elsa could help, she will for sure.