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“If I EVER catch a magician trying to saw a woman in half I’m getting up there and beating the shit outta him.”

- Jack Frost, probably.

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Jack: I’m certain of three things. I’m the most fun Guardian, the Leprechaun is a little asshole, and if I run to North, he will drop anything to catch me.

Elsa: I don’t buy it.

Jack: *starts sprinting to North*

North: Wait! Jack Wait! Oh come on I’m holding coffee!

Jack: *in North’s arms* Told you.

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North: I’ve heard enough. Sorry Elsa, we’re going to have to sanction Jack.

Elsa: Are you serious?! After ALL the evidence I’ve presented to defend him?!

North: Saying ‘Your honor at the time of the incident my client was in goblin mode’ IS NOT EVIDENCE TO DEFEND HIM!

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Jack: Truth or dare?

Bunny: Truth

Jack: What’s the access code to your warren?

Bunny: Dare

Jack: I DARE you to give me the access code to your warren

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breathing/collapsing jack frost core

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am i delusional or is jelsa literally peter and gwen stacy-coded

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Sketching around ideas for a part 2

Jack used confusion!

It’s super effective!

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Jelsa (in a Philippine Setting?!)

Just a little Jelsa sketch in between writing my uni notes mwehehehe

Another Jelsa AU because they live in my head 24/7 and I have to cope with that somehow. I also just recently saw a Maria Clara at Ibarra edit so this is the result of that. The clothes probably aren't historically accurate but I'll do better next time hopefully 🫣

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Oh hey :)

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Rotbtfd incorrect texts pt. 2 😋

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Jelsa oneshots inspired by songs

First love/Late spring by Mitski

Jelsa, oneshot, modern AU (Breathing/Collapsing)

--- Wild women don’t get the blues But I find that  Lately, I’ve been crying like a tall child

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Anyone who knew Jack Frost didn't associate the word ‘soft’ with him. 

But he was.

He knew he was too soft for this.

Too soft to love her. Too soft to leave her. Too soft to survive the way she looked at him, eyes wide with unspoken sorrow, asking him—begging him—not to stay. She was lying, over and over again, and even though those lies slipped past her lips, her eyes were begging him to stay. To love her. What was he supposed to believe? What was he supposed to do?

Elsa was late spring.

And the first woman he loved so deeply.

It was the kind of love that bloomed far too early, like spring forcing itself through the frozen earth before it was ready, before the ground had softened enough to cradle its roots. The world around them was still so cold, so unforgiving, and he hadn’t yet grown into himself to protect it, to protect her. He wasn’t strong enough for how he loved her, not in the way she deserved.

Like some hidden part of him—tucked away under years of damage and inevitable decisions—had quietly reshaped itself just to make room for her. And now, it hurt to breathe without her.

And now he was crying, towering over her, wild and broken, unable to stop the avalanche of fear crashing through him. What was he supposed to do without her? She had been the first real thing in his life that made him feel anything and everything. Without her, how would he breathe?

It wasn’t the love he feared—he could never fear that, not when it had stitched itself so deeply into the marrow of his bones, not when it had carved itself into every tender fold of his heart. No, it was the letting go that ripped him apart. 

Don’t. Please.

Please don’t say you love me. 

So he hadn’t.

Her voice, when she said it, had trembled like autumn leaves caught in a storm. The kind of voice that shattered something inside him every time she spoke it, like she was handing him pieces of herself to hold for safekeeping, knowing the moment would come when she had to walk away. For him. For him to live. To not be tainted by the mess they had made together.

But how was he supposed to stand and watch her walk away? Was he not supposed to reach out and take her hand? Was he not supposed to ever think of her again?

Just one word from her. It would be enough. Don’t. 

He held it in. Held her in. He pressed his goodbye into her mouth with a kiss that tasted like salt and desperation. Like he could somehow keep her warmth a little longer, wrap it around himself, and pretend he didn’t feel the ache inside his ribs where her heart used to be.

And then, when she fell asleep in his arms, he did what she asked. He let her go.

All she had to do was say “Don’t,”—just that, one word—and he would’ve come undone. He would’ve dropped every promise he made to anyone, everyone, and he would give her the future she deserved.

He would’ve turned around. Fallen to his knees. Crawled back to her with nothing but her name on his lips and his heart full of love. 

She didn’t even need to mean it. She just had to say it. Just whisper “Don’t.”

And he would’ve stayed.

He would’ve burned the world down for the chance to pretend they could still belong to each other.

But then, she didn’t. She wanted him to leave.

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He did it for her. Because he loved her enough to let her walk into a future that didn’t make her sad. Maybe he wouldn’t have to wait forever to come back to her. Maybe fate would be kind and give him another chance to make it right, to show her that he could be everything she needed him to be.

He did it because he saw the pain bleeding out of her eyes when she asked him to leave. She just looked at him with those eyes, full of sorrow and love and fear all tangled together, and he knew—he knew—she was breaking her own heart to save his.

But he was sure his was breaking beyond saving.

Because she would heal—he believed that, even if it shattered him to think of her moving on, smiling again, learning how to breathe without him. She would survive. Strength was always her strong suit..

But Jack wouldn't. He wasn't made for this kind of loss.

But for now, he was left standing alone in the spring, the wind biting at his skin, and he had nothing but the silence of her absence. And all he could do was hope—pray, even—that someday she would come back to him.

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Please, hurry, leave me, I can’t breathe.

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An Early Winter Scene

Still not quite back yet, but slowly finding bits of time to write! This is a scene from my Early Winter AU that has been on my mind for a long while. At first I was going to draw it out, but writing it down roughly seemed much more doable within 20 mins haha

A small ball of soft white light glowed in the deep depths of the arctic glaciers, illuminating the translucent blues of the mighty ice and casting away the shadows from a small glacial cavern. The light floated about, bobbing up and down the air in graceful arcs as it moved from one smooth ice-mirror to another. It hummed and scoffed at each reflection it saw, never settling on a single mirror for very long.

In the midst of this, a strong gust of wind that would not normally have reached so far down heralded the arrival of a tattered boy who carried a slender wooden stick and laughed like there was no tomorrow, sharp teeth sparkling as white as snow.

“You still haven’t decided?!” The boy cried indignantly when he saw the place. “It takes you forever to choose a form every time, glacier lady!”

The ball of light made a clicking sound, as if it had a tongue to flick. “Some of us actually care to look presentable, Frosty.”

“The humans will barely see you!”

“Other spirits will!”

“We both know that’s not true.” The boy grinned wickedly.

“Jack Frost, be quiet and let me think!”

He shrugged at the sound of his chosen name and stalked after the light, looking together at the images being reflected off the ice-mirrors.

They were humans—or something mimicking humans. The women in the mirrors did not all look exactly human-like. Some of them had skin as blue as the sea ice or lips that looked rather frostbitten. The largest mirror reflected the most human one, a pale girl with bright lips and plaited platinum hair.

But Jack paid more attention to all the elaborate, ice-bejeweled dresses they wore.

“You dress like human royalty. Are you trying to become some kind of queen? Maybe have plans of getting out and stealing a kingdom?”

“I have taste, that’s all. Is it wrong to want to look my best?”

Jack pouted, shook his head, and settled into a genuine smile, with just a hint of the playfulness he seemed to radiate. “You would look your best in anything.”

The light moved to another mirror, the boy trailing behind. “You’re a poor judge, Jack.”

“Well,” Jack said. “Whatever form you choose, it will still be same old beautiful unknowable you.”

For a moment, the ball of light flickered in the air. Then, it floated just the slightest bit closer to the wintry boy and stopped in front of one of the smaller mirrors.

In it, one could see a cattish young woman with deep blue hair that curved upwards, somewhat resembling the way that the boy’s hair spiked into sharp points. The light lingered a little longer, taking in the lighter blue of her eyes, the white of her skin, and the sharpness of her nails.

The dress wasn’t terrible, and if she didn’t like it then she could simply change it.

“Have you decided? Are you really becoming a snow queen?”

The ball of light few into the mirror and from the behind walked out the same young woman that had it had once been reflecting. Her eyes locked onto Jack Frost, and her deep blue lips curved into a playful smile of her own.

“The only queen I have to be is yours.”

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We’re 60% who think Jack is a Elizabeth Bennet 😌💖🤭.

I scrapped my first sketch and I listened to the tiny voice in the back of my mind.

The refs:

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Good Morning, sweeties!!!

Some more sketches for you all... featuring gender-swapped Elsa as Einar (pronounced as Ay-nar), and Jack.

ENJOY!!!

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A lil' practice... it took a while... !! Tried to do a little character analysis.

Just decided to rest and do with pencil this time. And worse, I decided to do this without reference. 🥲

So excuse me if it's... well, awful.

Good night, sweets!!!

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elsa of arendelle moodboard!! requested by me

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a lady in suit (⸝⸝˃ ་། ˂⸝）