Arendelle’s Kingdom Hall Art Gallery Opens!

ARENDELLE: Kingdom Hall, a one-stop cultural, musical, and artistic centre established by Anna in the early months of her reign, is now permanently hosting an art gallery by The Arendelle Guardian’s most prolific artist, Arute (@ast05water)!

Click on the link to visit the gallery right now. Arute’s art is arranged in a beautiful, scrollable mosaic that you can click to view each artwork individually.

The gallery showcases the promotional, in-story, and profile art that Arute has contributed to this fanfiction project since its inception in early 2020. From paintings of canon characters to the OCs created for this newspaper and its story, the virtual gallery is a celebration of the “court painter” of the royal family and The Arendelle Guardian’s editor.

While our website has commissioned many wonderful artists (in particular: @alhuart, @puryartist, and @smolmushroomm), Arute has been with us since the beginning and has drawn the largest range of scenes, profiles, character studies, and atmospheric pieces. We love her fusion of fantastical anime aesthetics with naturalistic light and watercolour themes, which make her art particularly vibrant and delightful to view.

IRL, Arute has drawn diverse original art as well as fanart for various franchises, with the most prominent being Frozen.

Visit Arute’s beautiful gallery of Frozen art commissioned for this website and Twitter account!

A Dream of Flowers

Peony Sinclair dreamed of the Forbidden City again, and of its exquisite, magnificent Imperial Garden.

Managing world affairs and puppeteering the British Empire’s administrators was taxing work. She’d fallen asleep, her signature equestrian outfit discarded for her nightdress. She was lying across her couch in one of the twenty rooms of her Ottoman mansion in Constantinople, which had a magnificent view of the Bosphorus. It was yet another gift to her from Yixin, one of many stately homes purchased for her operations around the world.

In her dream she saw her five year old self, a little girl with fair hair and silver eyes. It was 1821, a few years after Elsa’s birth. Peony was standing around awkwardly, in her newly washed and dried, frilly English blouse. Her name back then was still Carol. She’d been cooed at and passed around in adoring wonder by the Chinese emperor’s harem women, none of whom had seen fair hair before. Then she was told to wait for someone very important in the Imperial Garden. Not knowing what else to do, she obeyed, wondering who her mysterious host was to be.

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What You Deserve, Part One

WARNING: Swearing, strong language

By Sir Alan

This was a day that never should have happened. The humiliation, the defeat, the agony, all of it. From outside the doors, Alan and Michael stood. They watched Harrison walk to the doors and through, Alan shooting an ugly look at Harrison, who didn’t seem to acknowledge it. But Michael did. Once the doors shut, he said, “I saw the look you gave him Alan.”

Alan nodded. “**** him. I hate that son of a bitch and what he did. Anna shouldn’t be giving up any trade rights to his sorry ass. He never deserved them to begin with. What he deserves is a beating.”

Michael nodded, agreeing with his sentiment, his anger. The events of the last several days, last couple weeks at that, were a hard pill to swallow. The Exalted members Katina Romanov, of Russia, and Will Harrison, of the American state known as Virginia, challenged Arendelle. As much larger nations, they looked to impose themselves on the smaller nation. Katina made the first true move, kidnapping Arendelle’s young adopted Princess Danielle, or Danny, as she prefers to be called. If this was meant to be revenge for Elsa’s defeat of Russia in the Baltic, or to be a distraction for what was going to come next, Katina made both happen. Luckily, with the assistance of Countess and Prime Minister Viola, and her general and longtime friend Hilde, among others, Elsa and Anna were able to recover Danny and bring her home. But as they would all come to find out, another, much larger challenge was coming.

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Editorial: The Scandal of the Northuldra Children Protection Act

By The Arendelle Guardian’s editorial board

The entire kingdom owes its gratitude to Honeymaren and many others after the other night’s assault on Arendelle Castle by the Grey Ghost, Amira the hunter. The fact that no one was severely hurt (or worse) is encouragement enough for the government to look further ahead, to not just stop Amira but also investigate her motivations.

After Amira retreated from the palace, the queen and Maren set about engaging with the clue left behind by the hunter. When interrogated, the hunter alluded to the Northuldra Children Protection Act, which even Anna was caught off-guard by. No one present was aware of this initiative, which Amira accuses King Runeard of starting. Despite it never having been sent to the parliament during Runeard’s reign, the initiative apparently gained currency among influential circles in Arendelle.

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The Ties That Bind

The Great Assembly, Arendelle’s parliament, met at a nondescript block of three-storey structures that line a cobblestone street, a short walk from the hillier face of Arendelle. Within this block of semi-detached buildings were two halls, which made up the House of Ministers and House of Jarls. There were offices for Anna’s public servants and an elegant restaurant for members of both houses to dine, exchange information, and host journalists.

Daily affairs were relatively simple. At seven thirty in the morning, the roll call in the lower house would begin, with ministers taking their seats by eight to debate the day’s legislation. Meanwhile, the House of Jarls (made of Arendelle’s nobility) would scrutinize bills by the ministers, sending those that the aristocracy deemed satisfactory to Anna to sign, or redirecting them back to the ministers for further refinement.

The Great Assembly would be a hive of politicking until midday. Jarls and ministers then breaked for lunch at the restaurant or the Nokk Club, before regrouping for the afternoon’s personal meetings with the queen. Those who hadn’t scheduled any meetings with the monarchy were free to speak to reporters or go home and work on the next round of parliamentary debates. Such was the daily agenda that occupied both the queen and her public servants. This morning was supposed to be Viola’s first time experiencing this world that she once controlled from the shadows, but was now actively involved in.

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EXCLUSIVE: Anna Proposes Inquiry into Mundilfari Assets and Holdings

By Erickson, reporter for The AG

Her Majesty has submitted a demand to the Great Assembly, Arendelle’s parliament, for an urgent inquiry into possible military assets held by Countess Viola Mundilfari, leader of the Mundilfari clan and owner of the Snow Herald newspaper.

In an interview with The Sunday Guardian, The Arendelle Guardian’s weekend edition, Anna expressed her horror at how a private citizen, no matter their social status or hereditary noble title, possessed enough resources to construct Muspelheim, a highly advanced, modern battleship whose firepower surpassed the entire Arendellian navy’s.

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Letters to the Editor

Okay, what the f*** is the Mundilfaris’ problem? These guys are absolute jerks, Runeard loyalists to boot. They are stuck believing in an old regime, wake the **** up. Runeard is gone, Anna is the Queen, those old ideologies do not work anymore! And furthermore, the disrespect and toxicity coming from these idiots is immense! They want to destroy Northuldra, drive them out of their home. I hope the Mundilfaris ****ing realize pretty quickly that the spirits would destroy them if they messed with the forest. Also, Northuldra and Arendelle will forever be linked, you can’t break that bond, just like how you can’t break the bond between Elsa and Anna.

Which brings up another point, how dare the Mundilfaris disrespect the sisters!! Seriously, these idiots have called the sisters, and I quote, “Northuldran blood-caskets”, on multiple occasions. They once told King Agnarr to divorce Queen Iduna right in front of the sisters when they were younger. Are you ****ing ***ing me? You don’t ****ing do that!! My word, I mean, come on!

Seriously, the fact that the Snow Herald is still even alive and what not is ridiculous with what the Mundilfaris have done, and you wanna know something? I bet they have something to do with the recent short-selling of Bjorgman House bonds. These ***holes want to sabotage Arendelle itself and reestablish an old regime that does not ****ing work at all. Not in this day and age. So, with all that in mind, the Mundulfari can **** off. They are traitors, deviants, and an absolute disgrace to the sisters and the kingdom. – Sir Alan, member of the Order of the Wheat Stalk

Madam, I met the patriarch of the Mundilfari clan many years ago, at the evening ball of Queen Emerita Elsa’s coronation. I also wish to echo Sir Alan’s suspicion that the Mundilfaris might be at least one of the parties behind the run on Bjorgman House stock. Even their stockbrokers and servants acknowledge their… deep-rooted animus against anything to do with our royal family. I suggest that the government summon their patriarch to help investigate this corporate assault on the Princely House. – Gregory, vice-president of the Bank of Arendelle

Elsa and Anna are the lights of Arendelle. But as the old sages have always said, the darkness will always try to reach out and extinguish the light, especially when it shines stronger than ever. Beware the enemy within. Beware the standard-bearers of the Old Ways. – Yelena of Northuldra, tribal chieftain

Three Fiefs in a Kingdom: A Guide to Arendelle’s Newspaper Empires

As you might have heard from the local gossip, there was a bit of a verbal confrontation at the Nokk Club. The kingdom’s only private ladies’ and gentlemen’s haunt, the Club isn’t a place for the stuffy jarldom or even the royal family. This is where Arendelle’s ascendant captains of industry, managerial and professional classes, and politicians and journalists congregate.

It was our usual inter-outlet meeting, where we debate and negotiate how we’ll frame the news and stake out our territory. My fellow press barons and I got a bit more heated than usual about Queen Anna, probably due to her recent political accomplishments. It climaxed with the owner of the Snow Herald throwing a bottle of fine aged wine against the wall, screaming an obscenity against Her Majesty. Meanwhile, the proprietor of the Fjord Times threatened to sic thugs on me to rough me up a bit. I guess I also floated the idea of sending reporters to rummage through her garbage. Not exactly our most noble moment of journalism.

You might be surprised at how high the stakes are in our small kingdom. In this editorial, I want to come clean and tell you all about Arendelle’s newspapers, from our constituents and readership to our power base and beliefs.

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The Fall of a Jarl

I hadn’t been inside Arendelle Chapel since Anna’s coronation, and Elsa’s before that. I made my way to the empty pews, passing under the yawning wooden beams that had seen generations of the royal family crowned all the way back to that mistiest of eras, the Viking Age. My finger lightly trailed along the seats’ frames, my bloodstone signet ring gleaming in the afternoon light.

Sitting by the front pew was a hefty, suited gentleman with a generous red beard. He looked straight ahead, avoiding my gaze.

“Interesting choice of a private rendezvous, Jarl Volker,” I said, sitting down in the row behind him. My voice was a murmur, but I didn’t hide the sneer in it. “You could have just asked me to get the Nokk Club’s doorman to let you in.”

“And humiliate myself further, you power-hungry woman?” scoffed Volker. “No thanks.”

I laughed. “When men call me power-hungry, I know I’ve won because they’d never use that as an insult against each other. So, you resigned from your seat in House of Jarls this morning?”

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From the Editor’s Desk: Watch These Women

As I share this editorial with you, I’m sure that you know we are on the verge of the grand state ball thrown by Her Majesty in honour of Queen Victoria, who at this very moment is being shown around the kingdom and will later travel to the North Mountain with Anna.

Dear reader, If you’re in Arendelle at the moment, I’d encourage you to stop by the docksides. Royal consort Kristoff is steering an impressive fête showcasing the best of Arendellian produce like salmon and herbs, as well as our country’s burgeoning heavy industry, like tracks and steel for our railroads. Victoria’s aides have tactfully chosen to showcase less of the East India Company’s wares, and more from purveyors of Anna’s favourite things: chocolate, candy, and other delectable delights sourced across the British Isles and across their vast empire.

I’m sure Anna is biting her tongue at times, given her anti-colonial instincts, but for now, Arendelle’s rise on to the world stage is being facilitated nicely by Victoria. I was one of the first to teach Anna that the road to power is a negotiated one, full of compromises and second choices. Continue reading “From the Editor’s Desk: Watch These Women”