not in so many words

not in so many words; a jelsa fic by @therentyoupay​ 

For Elsa—lessons contain phrases like arranged marriages, contain discussions of the complexities of navigating a political world where alliances are built first and foremost on the precious ink that no one is ever willing to share; where the marks on one’s body can sing and screech like a weapon in the wrong hands, wrong minds, wrong kingdom, wrong bargainer; where destiny can be altered as leverage, can be made into sacrifices in the shape of cunning betrothal. A world, where, somehow, there are some words that were never intended to lie, and still the ravenous twist them, taint them, curl them for their own. 

The lessons on arranged marriages are perfectly perfunctory, of course. With things as they are now, her parents would never agree to such a thing. It’s for the best, that her words have not yet appeared; for the better, perhaps, that she should never receive them at all. 

Meanwhile, Jack’s words hint that he may or may not possibly be under the divinely destined threat of future jail time.

— In which Jack and Elsa are soulmates, but it might take a few centuries for them to get there. { Jack/Elsa ; Soulmate AU }

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