Fits Like a Glove
Why must I grace the hands of a woman with such cold hands?
Must she wear me and my twin all the time?
The queen never asked us whether we wanted to grace her soft pale skin.
Maybe we didn’t want to be worn in all aspects of an Arendale woman’s life.
Maybe we wanted to see the world on a ship to the Southern Aisles.
I heard there’s a royal family there with 13 young princes and 3 beautiful princesses.
Do I really need to cover how dreadfully boring it is to grace the hands of a queen who doesn’t leave her room at all until her sister steals my twin and said queen runs off into the mountains?
Then of course there’s the singing.
This queen has a spectacular voice but where the hem is the music coming from?
It’s really blowing my mind.
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