“I know you can’t. As much as I wish you could, it wouldn’t put much hope in Nohr’s people if you were to hand the crown off so soon.” He found it a little amusing that his sister was worried of looking weak. Sure, during the war she had wanted to prove herself and fight alongside her siblings. Let them know she wasn’t a weak little girl. But now she was trying to be strong for another reason. She was trying to be strong for both the citizens of Nohr and her remaining siblings.
How much had she grown up while he was away? It felt as if he were talking to a completely different person. Her gaze seemed more fixed and determined, there wasn’t that old childish spark he remembered so fondly. There wasn’t any tugging or pulling on his arm to go have a tea party or make flowers crowns. Instead he was the one looking up to his little sister as she sat on a throne that was much too big for her. In both size and weight.
“I suppose I did, but I never wanted you to become too much of an adult.” He responded with a soft smile of his own, oddly enough missing his sisters childish antics. His smile nearly faltered when she compared them to their father and Iago.
“Please, we can do much better than them.” Leo said before reaching out and placing his hand on the young queen’s head. “Many others still may see you as a child, me almost being included in that group. But…I believe you are growing up to be a fine young woman. Marx…Marx would be proud.”
SUPPOSE IF she did, the entirety of nohr would gaze upon her as a coward. expectations over the royals, especially ones who were to take or has taken the crown, was a given. elise briefly remembers the small fact that no one had any real expectations of her since she was the youngest nohrian sibling. ( back then, all she had to do was stand there and look pretty. )
' you can never be too much of an adult, ' she snorts, crossing her arms over her chest with a childish pout. an uncanny reflection of the girl she was before. if that was the case, then all of her siblings would have surpassed her on that scale a long time ago. a stifled grumble leaves her when he places a hand on her head, but she silently thanks him for the lack of ruffling.
a small but sweet smile stretches over her lips when he claims they will flourish better than them. a FLOWER OF HOPE blossoms within her, somewhere and anywhere.
' he would be, wouldn't he? i mean... he'd have to get over the SHOCK of his sweet little sister becoming queen, but y'know! i think-- no, know he would be proud! ' she beams, crossed arms moving to be placed at her hips so she could stand in a comically heroic pose.