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forkanna · 1 year ago

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WARNING: Punzelsanna continues. NSFW. Anal and breast and foot play and lots more.

NOTE: This is the penultimate chapter. Surprise! I know a lot of you have been waiting too long to see the end and we only hope you won't be too terribly disappointed in the little epilogue!

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This whole situation was as fascinating as it was hot for Jennifer. The way Anna was fervently grinding against her face at least proved she was enjoying having both her girlfriends get her off, even if one of them was now assaulting her ass. Elsa seemed to be liking it, too. With the way she was positioned, her breasts hung directly above Punz's head like tantalising fruit. Her nipples weren't as pronounced as they had been, likely from lack of stimulation and the heat of the sauna, but Punz had little doubt that Elsa was just as aroused as she had been earlier.

With Elsa helping speed Anna along to a messy end, it became harder and harder for the redhead to concentrate on Punz. Not that she was really complaining – she had already had her own delightful finish, and the idea that Anna was deriving pleasure from something so obscene was still a pleasant one. Moving her hands, she left Anna's clit for a moment to better kiss her pussy.

That did put her face a lot closer to the other one working on Anna, but luckily Elsa seemed to be quite the professional in placing bodies in ways that worked for all parties involved. So she kept her focus on her own job, and let Elsa get on with hers.

"What are you… doing back there?" Anna finally managed to pant as her hips rolled, a little at a time. "Feels like… five mouths!"

As Elsa chuckled, Punz chanced another look upward. The sight of those beautiful mounds was doing a lot for her — more than she wanted to admit, given that she didn't really think of herself as a breast woman. But they were calling out to her, gorgeous and heavy… soft… full…

"Go ahead."

"Huh?" she breathed, glancing up at Elsa to see that she had paused in her efforts. Her thumb was now pressing up against Anna's ass, shifting back and forth just enough to keep stimulating her, but her gaze entirely was for Punz at this moment.

"My tits. If you want to play, help yourself. I can take over for you."

"But… I wanted to help Anna with…" With what? Oh, right; her orgasm. "Well… my hand can do a good job of that, too, I guess…"

"What are you guys plotting back there?" Anna asked, and Elsa chuckled. Then when Punz's folds began to disappear downward as she inched along the bench, she said, "Aww… you snooze, you lose, I guess. Should have been- AH! -been doing my part!"

The gasp was from Elsa's tongue pressing against Anna's ass again, going back to work. But Punz had something else she was focusing on now. She had managed to scoot far enough back that even while Elsa was doing something she quite frankly found to be bizarre, she could wrap her lips firmly around one of those gloriously large nipples. The way Elsa responded made it entirely worth it: she let out a low moan of her own, leaning even closer to Punz's lips.

There was something wonderful about breasts, and the multiple ways to appreciate them. She felt so blessed to get to play with one of the greatest pairs she had ever seen.

True to her word, Punz also kept up teasing Anna using her hand. The redhead quivered above her, the combination of her hand and Elsa's tongue between her cheeks. She seemed to enjoy it – particularly the latter part – more than Punz would ever have guessed.

Anna never complained about their sex life, but it wasn't exactly spicy. Punz was self-aware enough to recognise that she wasn't the most adventurous person. She hadn't even been able to buy her own toy! Anna had to do it – online, in an incognito window – and then Punz had just given her the cash for it later! But she hadn't laughed, and for that, Punz was grateful. She doubted that Elsa would, either.

Therefore, she felt it was only fair to indulge the McFly girls in all these kinks – and if that included… butt stuff, well, who was Punz to complain? It wasn't her thing, but it was hot watching Elsa do this to her girlfriend - and there was no denying that she wanted to be part of whatever was going on. She wanted to be nipping at Elsa's breasts, teasing and kissing and loving them.

So she did. Why did they have to be so large and round? So perfect? Of course, they weren't normally like that — they weren't implants, so they had begun to move downward thanks to the gradual effects of gravity, even after the surgeries and treatments had helped perk them back up. But with Elsa in that position, from Jennifer's point of view, it was like they were two perfectly round globes of softness. Without any flaws.

Crazily enough, it was turning her on again. Listening to Anna and Elsa moan, the latter less so but increasing with all the attention her chest was getting, and loving the feeling of the stiff peak against her tongue. She thought this was too much, but she also wanted more. She wanted…

"AH!" Anna was crying out as she reached her end, bucking against Punz's fingers and the mouth plying at her backdoor. Not that she could tell from that angle, but it seemed to be that maybe Elsa had worked her tongue in past the perimeter, but either way it seemed to have worked: Anna came and came hard.

And that was it. Well… it should have been. For some reason, even though the show was over, Punz really didn't feel like stopping. Her hand fell away to simply pet Anna's thigh, but her mouth and other hand were still preoccupied with the weighty deliciousness above.

"Good God," their owner chuckled breathlessly, leaning against Anna's hip as she weathered the attentions. "Someone down there thinks they're going to get a little milk if they try hard enough."

That was enough to rouse Punz, and immediately she released Elsa to sit up, face alight with shame. "O-oh, God... sorry…"

That was a little silly. The fun was over – and surely so was their time in the sauna, right? She looked around, searching for the baggie with Anna's phone in it to check the time. Her search came to a pretty rapid end when Anna moved forward to kiss her on the cheek, and Elsa sat down to sandwich her between the two of them.

"It wasn't a criticism," she began. "It felt nice. If you wanted to continue, I wouldn't stop you."

Biting her lip, Punz glanced between the two women on either side of her. Anna looked giddy and basically the same way she did after a week of celibacy being broken by a good orgasm – or several. Elsa looked happy, true, but she also had an expression on her face and in her eyes that Punz hadn't really seen before today – and one that Anna currently lacked: arousal, with a heaping topping of desire.

She and Anna had figured out their preferences mostly together. Elsa had a good thirty years to know what she liked, and it felt odd asking. Anna would know what she liked, right? And Elsa wouldn't say she was interested if she wasn't.

Decision made, Punz leaned over and down, nuzzling Elsa's generous chest. A hand slowly wove its way through her hair, and she paused only long enough to turn to Anna and say, "Wanna pitch in?"

The smirk was definitely worth it. This was probably a dream come true for the redhead, and for Punz… it wasn't far off.

"Sure, you bet," Anna began. "But I might have a better idea…"

"Yeah?" For a moment, she waited for Anna to tell her the idea, or to show her. When Anna only kept petting Punz's stomach idly, smirking like she had the world's best secret, she finally turned back to see what Elsa was doing. Sure enough, she was also looking a little curiously at her daughter. But deciding they weren't going to find out right away, Elsa turned back to Punz and shrugged.

"Up to you, Jennifer."

So she did what she wanted. Having to turn slightly away from Anna, she curled around Elsa's chest and wrapped her lips around the nearest tit. Her other hand wandered its way up to grasp at the one not occupied, and she more felt than heard Elsa sigh in distant pleasure.

Then she had an idea of her own. Heedless of what Anna was plotting, though curious, she was thinking about something Elsa had said before. So shifting up a little higher, she switched her mouth to the other breast, curling close to Elsa in that way as she sucked and swirled her tongue around it.

"Oh," Elsa breathed with a shaky little laugh. "Are you my baby now? Feeding?" Punz nodded very slightly. "Do you want me to call you 'baby'?" She shook her head, and Elsa grinned. "Alright. Do you want to call me 'Mommy'?"

"I don't want to call you 'Mommy'," Anna joked from where she was shifting around behind her back, and Elsa laughed a little louder at that. Which wasn't something Punz was used to hearing. "Why do you think Punz would?"

"Well, I don't know, do I? She could have an oedipal complex." When she felt a visible cringe from the woman in her arms, she looked down at her with mirth in her eyes. "Sorry. I wouldn't judge either way, obviously."

Letting go of the pebbled nipple, Punz began kissing around the breast instead. "There's no way I'd do this with my mom," she said, every few words punctuated by another kiss, or a scrape of her teeth. Pausing in her exploration, she looked up at Elsa. "Though I guess you are the literal definition of a MILF."

With that bold statement, she went right back to work. Neither Elsa nor Anna knew what to do for a moment; they weren't used to a bold Jennifer Punzel. Elsa, luckily, didn't actually have to do anything but sit there and take what her new "baby" was giving her.

It didn't take Punz long to curl around her again. The closeness was comfortable and comforting. She felt Anna move closer and kiss her once on the forehead before leaning across her to kiss Elsa. As soon as Punz realised what Anna was doing, she doubled her efforts. And when they broke apart, it seemed like a good time for her to follow suit. Give Anna a chance to get in there.

But the redhead didn't. She sat back and just looked at Elsa for a moment. "Today has been a super weird day," she began. "So I think this calls for something a little… special."

"And having two gorgeous young women to take care of me isn't special?" Elsa questioned. She had a lot more control than Punz would have thought possible, especially considering she had just brought two other people to orgasm and yet her own had only just been teased – if that.

"True," Anna chuckled, leaning down to take the other nipple at last. But she clearly wasn't in a position to keep it up very long. Punz went back to work on hers, and Elsa actually did let out a sigh of pleasure at having both suckled at once. Then her daughter pulled off to whisper, "Just turn a little bit for me?"

Elsa didn't even ask. She let Anna's hands manoeuvre her around so that Punz was almost curled up in the corner of the benches and Elsa was turned very slightly in her direction. Anna sat very close to the corner on the neighbouring bench, petting along Jennifer's ass. It felt nice, so she hummed as she laved over the reddened peak.

"You're quite good at that," Elsa admitted with a vague smile. "Either you and Anna have been practicing or you were breastfed a little longer than most children."

"Do you really want me to call you 'Mommy'?" she asked in a whisper, kneading the other breast and dimpling the flesh with her fingers as she manipulated it, tugged and pinched. Trying to give herself something to focus on so she wouldn't panic. "Because it almost s-seems like you do."

"Not really," she chuckled, a little breathless from the stimulation. "But I'd play along if you did."

Punz wasn't sure if she believed her. Still, she didn't really want to turn Elsa into a sexual mother figure; that seemed like a kink better left unexplored. That was Anna's territory and hers alone! She preferred the idea of her as a second girlfriend. Which was crazy enough in and of itself!

But maybe she could "play", as Elsa had put it. Try it on for size just once.

"Mommy has the best tits."

Elsa blinked in surprise, head drawing back a fraction of an inch. Punz felt an irrational sense of triumph; she had done it! Elsa was the one surprised instead of her for once! Not that it really mattered, but she was smiling as she went back to work on the nipple in her mouth, laving and suckling hard, relishing the sensation even more now.

"Well, I really didn't expect you to try it. But… interesting. And I can't say this isn't a fantastic experiOH!"

At first, Punz thought she had accidentally bit down or something, even though she was reasonably sure she hadn't. But then she felt something brushing past her back. Pulling off Elsa, she looked over her shoulder to see Anna was sitting there just as she had been before. So what had she felt?

"Anna Victoria McFly!" Elsa hissed, using a "mom-voice" she had avoided using the entire spa trip. "I told you that I don't… that isn't something I'm interested in!"

Giggling, Anna's leg kept shifting beneath Punz's back; that was the only thing it could be. "And I don't believe you. I think you just convince yourself that you don't since it has such a weird origin story."

When Punz rolled back to look up at Elsa, she could see that her cheeks were flushed much deeper than she'd seen them in a long time. And this was a blush of shame. What was Anna doing to her that flustered her so much? Letting a hand slide down behind her, she couldn't feel anything other than Anna's leg. Was she trying to tickle her? But as her hand kept investigating, it became apparent what Anna was doing.

Or rather, what Anna's foot was doing. Really?! Glancing up, Punz could see Elsa's expression still held that same amount of shame, but now it warred with something else. She looked ill, and yet… still aroused. It could have been to do with the fact that her body still reacted to pleasure, regardless of its source. But if so, why was she ashamed? Was it that her body was reacting to Anna? Or was it because she was actually enjoying this specific activity?

"I feel like that story… must be pretty interesting," Punz said mildly, shifting into a better position. With her free hand, she rubbed along Elsa's stomach as her lips and other hand continued to attack her chest. It was in part an attempt to distract her; if she really didn't want Anna doing what she was doing, then she would put a stop to it.

"Definitely," Anna purred, clearly satisfied with herself. "Would you like to tell her, or should I?"

But Elsa didn't look as amused by the situation. "I'll tell her. You left your shoes behind in 1985, and a footprint on my windshield, and that was all I had left of you for thirty years of loneliness. So I developed an emotional attachment. Are you happy?"

That did get Anna to hesitate, and Punz even felt reprimanded – though she knew in her mind that she was upset with Anna, not her. She looked between the two women, worried about what might happen next.

"You like my feet," Anna insisted once she had recovered, though she wasn't smirking anymore. There was a sobriety in her words beside the arousal now. "I just thought… I'd try this out while Punz was busy with your chest. Because I think you want to – I think you've wanted to play with these for a long time. You just feel like it's 'too weird' or whatever, so you talk yourself out of it."

At that, Elsa sighed and let some of her irritation go. "Those pink heels are the most important thing I own. People are more important to me; you girls, Kristoff, my other children. But as far as material possessions…" She shrugged, looking away. Her cheeks were still quite rosy. "You getting me off with them really complicated my feelings about them, that's for sure."

"You got her off with shoes?!" Punz hissed at Anna, and saw her nod, a little of her former smile returning. "How does that even work?"

"Oh, just like… think about stepping on a cunt with your shoe and just rubbing a lot. It's not like I actually stuck the shoe inside or anything crazy."

"Oh… well, good, I guess. But that still sounds unsanitary!"

"It was through my clothing," Elsa explained, swallowing hard at all the attention being on a topic she didn't want it on. Punz felt for her, and began to kiss her chest again to provide another distraction. "And maybe I'm being kind of childish about this. But I really don't have the fetish you think I do, Anna."

"Then don't call it that," Anna said simply. "But this is a day for trying new things – and you already admitted that the shoes were important. If you decide that it really wasn't for you, then we can stop. I just don't want you to… miss out on something that you might end up really enjoying, just because you think you shouldn't enjoy it to begin with."

"Fine," Elsa said, almost wearily. "But don't expect it to happen again-ngh!"

As soon as permission had been granted, Anna did what she did best: took it and ran with it. Either her toes or the ball of her foot pressed into Elsa – Punz couldn't honestly tell – and Elsa's body obviously enjoyed it. Her nipples had grown harder still, and this was the most overcome with need she had seen the older woman's face since she had known her.

Their eyes met, which only reminded Punz of her own job. Wrapping her arms around Elsa's midsection, she squeezed her tight. A hug, but mostly to enable her lips to trail over and explore every inch of her sweaty flesh. Elsa's skin was soft and salty, and as much as she was distracting the elder woman from Anna's ministrations, Punz felt her own body being wrapped up in the sensations.

Especially when she could hear Elsa release little puffs of air that certainly sounded like she was enjoying what was going on.

Biting her lip, Punz had an idea. Perhaps Anna was right – and Elsa was always able to say no if she wasn't. But if she maybe did like this as much as Anna believed… there was no harm in asking. Kissing her way up Elsa's chest to lave for a moment at her throat, Punz had to pause a moment just to build up her courage. Elsa didn't notice at first – her eyes had slipped shut and she was biting her lip. It almost looked like she was trying not to enjoy it as much as she was. But that would be silly. Clearing her throat, she moved up to nibble at Elsa's ear lobe.

"Do you…" she began in the quietest whisper, before losing her nerve. It was enough to get Elsa's attention, though, and if she maybe looked a little grateful for the distraction, well, Punz wasn't going to judge.

"What is it?"

Swallowing, Punz shrugged. "I just… I have feet, too…"

"Oh, not you, too," she groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Sorry!" Punz backpedaled right away, going back to kissing at her collarbone. "I mean, you can probably tell I don't really know what I'm doing. Is… is this okay?"

Elsa didn't answer right away. Her hand came up to run gently through Punz's hair, reassuring her with actions instead of with words. For a minute or so, things continued in that way: with Elsa resisting the temptation to give into the sensations Anna was delivering to her because of how she was delivering them to her.

Finally, Anna cleared her throat and said, "Hey… Elsa, I can stop. I'm really sorry, this is too much for today, isn't it?"

"No, Anna, I'm sorry," she sighed as she wiped at the sweat on her face. "I didn't mean to dump my emotional baggage on you like that, when you were only-"

"Nah, it's my fault for teasing you. Sometimes I forget how bad those years were for you, and… and that really is my fault, so…"

They were all quiet for a moment. Then Elsa smiled over at Anna. "I know you do. And neither of us wanted those thirty years to happen; they just did. A cruel twist of fate." Then she reached down to pat her shin. "And… I do think you're being a brat about this, but it doesn't feel terrible. You don't have to stop. Just don't tease me about it anymore."

"Got it," Anna said with an actual honest-to-god salute. "Sensitive topic, Miss Mom-Girlfriend, sir." Punz giggled, and Anna's sweaty features changed to a chagrined little smile. "If you're sure…?"

With a smile, though still a little tentative, Elsa opened her legs just a little wider. "Then... step on my pussy, if you must. I'm all yours."

"Ours," Anna corrected, shooting Punz a grin. "You're ours for the moment."

That brought a little bit of reality back to Punz, though surprisingly, it didn't make her feel bad about it. Elsa may or may not have a thing about feet and Anna may or may not have a thing about butt stuff, and both girls may or may not have a thing about older McFlys. And that was okay, and with Anna and Elsa, it was actually fun and exciting. God, if she wanted to try something else that was a little out there, she sincerely doubted that they would have a problem with it. And if she wanted to never do this again, well, that would be okay too. How lucky they all were.

Resuming her quest to cover every inch of Elsa's upper body with kisses, she made special note of that. She was lucky to have Anna, her beautiful, sweet Anna. She was lucky to have Elsa, a woman who could be a mother figure – the kind that her own was not – or a lover, and it was okay that the line was a little bit blurry.

But by that same token, she came to realise that they were lucky to have her, too. And today had been about showing her, proving to her that she was just as valuable to their lives. After thirty years of loneliness, as Elsa had put it, the elder McFly ought to have wanted Anna only for herself. But she didn't. She just wanted Anna to be happy.

That thought alone was more than enough to encourage Punz to redouble her efforts. The peaks of Elsa's nipples stood up so invitingly from her chest, and Punz was helpless to resist returning to them. Whatever Anna was doing was working, and she took a moment just to appreciate the sight.

Elsa still hadn't completely relaxed, but neither did she look like she hated it. A hand gripped the hard surface of the bench and she had her eyes closed. Even to Punz's untrained eyes, she definitely still looked too tense. So, biting the inside of her cheek and hoping that Elsa would react positively, she cupped Elsa's breast with one hand and moved the other to her cheek, and before she could even react, Punz was kissing her softly on the mouth.

A very soft hum was Elsa's only outward acknowledgement of the change in tactics. The part that still scared Jennifer was how easy it was to be with her, even though they had never tried this before today. Almost as if all that time spent with Anna had been "practice" for this new encounter with her mother – which freaked her out every time she thought about it, even if her body had stopped reacting by going into panic mode anymore. Knowing Anna was there took away the guilt she might have felt over being with another woman, and also helped set her at ease, because a good friend was there to help reassure her.

Crazy. It was crazy how natural it felt. Like finally being home.

When Punz felt Anna's hand teasing over her ass again, she was broken from the trance. That was when she noticed her mouth was open, Elsa's tongue was inside and searching for hers, finding it easily. That had happened while she wasn't even aware, so lost was she in thought, in feeling. She had no willpower to fight her off. Only once she felt a slight shiver and squirm did she draw away, gazing up at Elsa and seeing lust there. One of the woman's thighs kept squirming against her side while Anna's knee brushed past her back.

"H-how is it?" she whispered.

"Good," Elsa told her, just as quietly. Her face was flushed, and there was still a hint of shame there even if she had mostly given herself over to the moment. "Just… strange."

"I can barely get in there," Anna told them from behind. Punz tried to picture what was going on below her - and the image of toes trying to tease labia was so wild that she decided to turn her focus back to Elsa's chest instead. "Could you put your leg up or something? Would probably help."

Elsa started to raise the leg further away from them, but it almost caused Punz to fall, and they laughed briefly. Then Punz said, "Oh, here – get your other leg up here. I can hang onto it."

"Is this bench big enough?" But she was already trying it. Punz helped lift it over her body and ducked down as the leg was artfully passed over her, and then wrapped her thighs around it to hold it in place. That would definitely open the elder McFly up a lot more to Anna's teasing.

"There," Punz sighed. "That works, right?" Now that they were secure in the new position, she reached a hand up to start caressing over one of Elsa's breasts again. This time, she did relax; not a huge amount, but enough to be noticeable, especially compared to earlier. One hand came to rest on Punz's back, rubbing gently at the skin as she let out little sighs and gasps.

All in all, it looked like she was enjoying this, but it still seemed as though she disagreed with what was actually giving her pleasure. Punz felt, more than saw, Elsa's free hand disappear downward, and assumed that it was in order to hurry herself along. The choked groan seemed to prove so. But then Anna let out little noise of her own and it was impossible not to pause and look.

While the hand on Punz's back dusted against the skin, Elsa's other hand between her legs held right to Anna's foot, thump digging into the sole with her fingers against the top. Seemed she enjoyed it a little more than she wanted to let on if she was actualy holding it in place now.

Swallowing, Punz leaned up a little to kiss Elsa's chest. "You know," she began softly, sincerely, "my offer still stands. If you want…"

"What?" Elsa asked dazedly. A little too absorbed in what she was doing and having done to her to fully focus. Meanwhile, Anna did something between a giggle and a moan due to the massage she was getting as a way of Elsa controlling the stimulation against her most sensitive area.

That was when Punz began to have second thoughts. Maybe it wasn't feet – maybe it was just Anna's feet. After all, that had been part and parcel of the explanation given: she only had foot-related things to remember her by once she vanished into the future. A story that still seemed crazy, but too crazy not to be true.

So for a moment, she went back to playing with Elsa's nipples because it was honestly fun for both of them. More than Punz expected. Of course Elsa liked being stimulated there, but she hadn't thought she would want to play with them this much; she never did with Anna. It was true that Anna's breasts weren't this huge, and most of the time she enjoyed focusing on her face, on bringing her pleasure and receiving it in return. So that made sense. This was almost like…

Elsa let out a particularly sultry moan, and that was when she realised. This was porn. Even though she'd never looked at porn in her life, this was basically it.

The pink nub fit in her mouth so well, felt incredible sliding over her tongue… satisfying. So was the weight of it, the softness. Even though she knew logically it was alright, she felt so perverse doing this! Being with a woman more than twice her age, related to her girlfriend, all of it felt both thrilling and wrong. And then there was the "Mommy" thing they had brought up. She hated to think they were right, but… what if some primal part of her brain still craved that from her childhood? It could be true. Maybe it didn't apply to her, but it could.

After all, it wasn't like her own mother was actually all that great. She hadn't been the worst, but she most certainly hadn't acted like a parent most of the time. She cared only as much as she had to, preferring to spend her time judging Jennifer's grades or appearance. Pretty much every aspect of her life.

But even though Elsa and Anna's familial relationship was a little… warped, it was still plain to see that they loved and respected each other, first and foremost. Punz had the advantage of knowing the two of them before they realised who they were to each other, and that relationship was something she had longed for in her own family life. And never received.

That being said, she now had a place to call home of her own. And this wasn't something she wanted to analyse further; no, right now, simply the feeling of having Elsa writhe beneath her, because of her, was enough. Perhaps Anna could shoulder most of the blame for that, but it was undeniable that Punz was helping.

Maybe that was why it felt like porn, too. There were so many taboo things going on that it was hard to keep track.

"Oh, Anna," Elsa moaned, cutting through the swamp of her thoughts about too many things. She never could have predicted that having a breast at her mouth so she couldn't talk would make her mind wander so much.

"Yes?" There was definitely a slight smugness in Anna's tone. Sure, she was trying to keep it from being too bad because Elsa was sensitive, but she had been right: her mother was enjoying this.

"N-nothing."

"Go on," she urged her, and Punz could feel the leg shifting against her side. "You know it's just us in here. Anything you want to say, or try… it's all good."

For a few seconds, Elsa just kept up what she had been doing, and Punz really wondered if that was going to be it. So she redoubled her efforts on the breasts, squeezing and tugging as she laved them all over. Not that she fully knew what she was doing, but their owner didn't seem to mind in the slightest if her panting was any indication.

Then she moaned, "More… it's… s-so good…"

It was impossible to tell who Elsa was talking to. Not that it stopped either of the girls from trying harder. While Punz couldn't do much extra, she could ensure that what she was doing was enough. At the same time, she knew that Anna was a little less lost than she when it came to pleasing Elsa, and she used that knowledge to her advantage. For whatever reason, it was still taking them longer to get Elsa off than either had probably assumed. Surely they had to be running out of time by now; they needed to pick up the pace.

"Do you really want more, Elsa?" Anna asked. She gave a particularly hard thrust at the same time, causing Elsa to gasp and then moan before even attempting to respond.

When she did, it was a simple, "Please…"

"Tell us," Punz urged. "Tell me what you want." But still, Elsa didn't give voice to her desires. She really did seem to be enjoying their actions, and maybe she could ride them all the way to her climax, even if it was taking a little while longer than the others.

Punz was also having a hard time ignoring how this was affecting her. Feeling those fantastic breasts under her lips and tongue, in her hands, listening to Elsa moan and Anna egg her on. Hell, even the two different hands on her back and two different legs pushing into her body…

That gave her an idea. "Here," Punz whispered, hiking Elsa's leg up a bit higher. Which had an effect neither of them had expected.

"OH!" Elsa gasped. "Jennifer, that's you… on my…" She swallowed, and she looked up just in time to see the elder woman staring down at her in mild surprise before she looked away, thoroughly embarrassed.

"Sorry! It was… an accident…" It was; she was only aiming to open Elsa's legs up further for Anna to pleasure her. However, seeing the reaction made her want to try a little more. The arch of the foot sliding against her wetness didn't do much for her personally — or at least, not because it was a foot. But it was warm skin belonging to another woman, and that was definitely welcome.

"O-oh… was it?"

Swallowing, Punz kissed the side of her breast. "Yeah… but if you want me to keep going…" She began to grind on Elsa a little more deliberately, a soft moan slipping from her throat.

More than a way to get her own release, this was a way to show Elsa that it was okay. That if she could find pleasure from something that didn't have any emotional attachment, then it was more than okay for Elsa to do the same. So, grinding down, she let loose another moan, this one louder than the others. She heard a soft, "Fuck," from behind her that was definitely Anna; in response, she just opened her legs a little wider, reaching down to grab Elsa's ankle and hold it in place.

It seemed as though both Elsa and Anna slowed down their own ministrations just to watch her. Punz's actions weren't hard or violent – in fact, it was rather smooth as she rolled her hips, grinding gently against the foot of her girlfriend's mother.

"You feel so good, Elsa," she managed to gasp out, before biting her lip. Whether it was her words or the action, it had an unexpected, but not undesired, result: Elsa pressed back. Her ankle lifted up and against Punz's core, wrenching a choked cry as it slipped through her wetness, applying pressure to where she needed it most.

She wasn't going to last long, but that was okay. Now only using her grip on Elsa's foot to steady it, Punz let herself tip forward again to resume her caresses of Elsa's breasts. This time, Elsa responded with a lot more vigour than she had previously, and Anna was capitalising on it, it seemed. Behind her, Punz could sense her girlfriend moving harder. It jostled Elsa just enough to provide a little bit of extra friction against Punz.

Her original assessment was right: she wasn't going to last long at all. Being stimulated herself and helping to stimulate Punz in return, both using this forbidden technique that seemed to give her both shame and great satisfaction, Elsa came hard all over her daughter's insistent toes. Punz stopped her own actions for a moment as she witnessed it, purely to watch this calm, controlled woman lose all control. It was magnificent.

Once she began to calm again, Punz kissed and sucked at one of her nipples for a moment, hips moving again. She privately wanted to have a mouth or some fingers down there, but this wasn't nearly as bad as she'd been expecting; just something to grind against. She had done that with stuffed animals as a little girl. If Elsa and Anna wouldn't think any less of her, then she was just fine finishing herself off that way.

Of course, her girlfriends had other plans.

"Hey," Anna chuckled, petting up and down her back. "Come on, you don't have to hit numero dos that way. Sit up." Punz obeyed. She was sad to feel Elsa's leg leave her, but her brain was in a fog; she would do whatever anyone told her, more or less.

"Mmm," Elsa sighed as she immediately curled around her and let a hand fall in her lap, tracing fingers along her slit without any foreplay. They were past that now.

"Elsa?"

"Thank you, Jennifer. That was… most exquisite." Her legs wrapped around one of Punz's as she worked at her, and Punz let her eyes close — but they flew open when she felt two other legs wrapping around the free one a moment later. "Hello, Anna."

"Hey, guys," she said in a feigned casual voice, hand drifting up to caress over Punz's chest. Having both of them play with her this way at the same time was very nice, and she smiled. "Ooh, I think she likes it."

She wanted to let out a smart quip or something, but it was easy to decide against it: she didn't want to ruin the moment. Besides, she had never thought of herself as especially funny.

Now they had come full circle. Today was about Jennifer, or so they said, and now they weren't going to let her forget it. Feeling Elsa at her front and Anna at her back would be a dream come true if she ever let herself dream of it in the first place. So when Elsa's thumb grazed her clit, the same moment that Anna's fingers found her nipples and squeezed gently, she couldn't help the gasp that slipped from her lips. Neither could she prevent the moan that followed. Anna scooted closer – if that were even possible! – and the sensation of her girlfriend at her back only sped along her climax.

She knew what she wanted, but it felt wrong to ask for more. Not when Elsa and Anna were already giving it their all. For a while, only her gasps and groans filled the air. Her orgasm came close, but she was never quite tipped over the edge – a frustration for all of them.

"What do you need, love?" Elsa asked gently, while Anna was biting her earlobe. She squeezed just a little harder, but that wasn't it. And now that she asked, Punz knew she should be able to answer. They had already explored Elsa's kink so there was no harm in voicing her own.

But that was a lie, and she knew it. Elsa's was personal and private to her. But what Punz wanted, right now, it would throw both Elsa and Anna back into a position she doubted they would appreciate. She just bit her lip and shook her head and chased after an orgasm that seemed to be getting further and further away.

That is, until Elsa spoke again. Her words were soft and gentle – soothing, but not like Anna would soothe her.

"It's okay, baby girl. Mommy's here."

Immediately, she felt silly. Childish. She wanted to crawl away from them and hide, but she knew she could never do it; not with them on either side of her, making her feel so good. Not that she wanted to admit how she felt about that word. This sensation was brand new to her, and she wanted a chance to think about it before…

Before what? Neither of them would ever tell a soul. They weren't mean like that. If she couldn't trust Elsa and Anna after all of this, then she really couldn't trust anybody. And that wasn't the kind of person Jennifer Punzel was.

"Mommy wants you to come," Elsa was saying now, in the same gentle tone. Over her shoulder, she noticed Anna wince, a little less comfortable with this type of play but not so offended that she was fleeing from the sauna. "Can you do that?"

"I-I…" Swallowing hard, she looked away. "I want to… it f-feels so good…"

"Can you do it?" Elsa pressed a little more, tipping up Jennifer's chin with her other hand to stare down into her eyes. "It sounds so good when you come. Do it now."

Swallowing hard, completely unable to believe what she was doing, she whispered, "Y-yes, Mommy." A vision of her own mother swam into her memory, but luckily it was very easy to waft that away. To replace it with Elsa.

"Very good, Jennifer," she told her with a smile. "Here…"

And then she began to thrust a finger inside of her, hoping to coax her orgasm there faster. That was definitely doing the trick; the head of steam she had lost was building back up at an incredible speed.

As her hips rolled, she moved closer to Elsa – not on purpose, but she wouldn't deny that she wanted to be closer. It didn't help that Anna seemed to be pushing her forward, either, the pressure against her back getting harder, heavier, with each passing moment. As soon as she was close enough, Elsa leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. Her fingers never stopped moving.

"Good girl," she said against the soft skin of Punz's face. "Nearly there…"

"Ngh!" She tried to bite back the groan, but the sheer force of it ensured that some entered the air between them. Before she even realised what was happening, Punz's arms were wrapped around Elsa, head pressed against the older woman's chest. There was no urge to begin pleasuring her, if only because there wasn't room in Punz's mind for anything other than the fantastic pressure inside her, and Elsa's words, washing over her. She was so close!

But as always, Elsa knew exactly what she needed. With a precise thrust, she kissed the top of Punz's head and said, "Mommy's so proud of you. Come for me."

That was enough to break her, to have her tip over the edge and into the burning inferno that was her orgasm. The dampness on her face wasn't only from the sauna, and she had no say in what her body did afterward. Jerking gently against Elsa's fingers, still inside of her, seemed alright for now. Anna's hand drew lazy circles against her stomach, running up and over her breasts occasionally – not to tease, but rather to help bring her in for a gentle landing. Every part of her felt on fire, and she couldn't build up the strength or courage to either open her eyes or lift her head from Elsa's luxurious chest, where she had screamed with pleasure for longer than she wished were true.

And just like that, the shame began to wash over her, dousing her body in a cool chill that was so out of place.

"No, no," Elsa soothed her gently the moment she felt Punz shiver, actually sounding less motherly now that she had finished teasing her. Interesting. "Listen. Don't feel like you've done anything wrong, okay?"

"B-but… but I let y-"

"Shhh." Punz was only too glad to let herself be shushed; she hadn't known what she was going to say, anyway. "Anna and I are here for you. We don't ever have to do this again if you decide it's not for you, but please don't feel like you made a mistake. You just… let yourself have some fun."

Jennifer so badly wanted to accept that as the truth. But how could she? Essentially, she had used the word "Mommy" as a sexual conduit through which to get off a second time in one day. Channeled some lingering feelings of abandonment from her own mother into what they did in the sauna. It was sick and wrong.

"Punz?" Anna whispered into her neck. "Seriously, you okay? I… I really didn't mean for this to end up, y'know, as a three-way. But Elsa's right; it can just be a one-time thing if that's what you want, and we'll never push you to try it again. Swear to God."

Her cheeks were wet when she sat up a little straighter, but she didn't push either woman away. "I… you don't think it's f-fucked up? That I did this whole breastfeeding thing on your mom, a-and she had me call her 'Mommy', and… I think I'm losing it!"

Two pairs of arms were instantly around her, both women comforting her. Little by little, she began to feel less panic, even if she still was disgusted with herself. At least she could be disgusted with good friends surrounding her.

"It's not fucked up," Anna assured her. "A little different, sure, but if it's something that felt good for you, and it didn't hurt us in any way, then what's the problem?"

"But I–" she started, "I was so disgusted when you first told me what was g-going on with you two, and now-"

"And now you don't know what to think," Elsa finished for her. Punz nodded her head, feeling pathetic. "Jennifer, tell me. Was it the roleplay that you enjoyed, or the words themselves?"

Lifting her head, eyes still a little red, Punz looked at Elsa. Confusion had setting between her eyebrows, and she wasn't entirely sure what Elsa was asking. "I… I liked it all…" she said. Was that what Elsa wanted to hear?

It seemed not. The elder McFly gave a soft smile and said, "I know you did. But I suppose… what gave you the most pleasure? Pretending there was a mother-daughter relationship between us, or me praising you?"

Oh. That wasn't as easy to answer – and perhaps it should have been. Shouldn't she know what she liked and disliked about sex already? How was it that Elsa was so experienced when she hadn't had a serious relationship with a girl… ever? Swallowing, she tried to put her thoughts into words. Anna's presence at her back was a comfort, and she found herself leaning into it more.

"I… liked pretending with you…" she started. "I liked touching you and k-kissing you. But I think my body liked it more when you were calling me… calling me a good girl. Telling me I was doing really good. B-but I also think that maybe because we were… playing… I reacted to it stronger. I don't, I don't know…"

"That's kind of what I thought. If I were to make a guess… I think you just needed to be 'shocked' into that second orgasm. Mother-daughter play is high on your list of taboos, and the wrongness of trying it was thrilling. And I understand that, Jennifer; getting off the second time can be a lot harder than the first."

"Yeah," she breathed in relief. "That's totally it!"

"However, you may still actually have a 'Mommy' kink," Elsa said with a slight smirk. "But it definitely doesn't have to mean you want to do anything with your own mother. For some people, they're totally unrelated. I once knew a woman who had a Daddy kink, and she has a great, completely non-sexual relationship with her father. She just liked that element of taboo in her sexual activities."

Punz could have done without that part of Elsa's help. Still, it was nice to know that if indeed she was into that kind of thing, it didn't have to mean she would end up like Elsa and Anna. Not that it was bad for them, but it wouldn't be good for her specifically.

As she was nodding, Anna kissed her shoulder and whispered, "And most of us have a thing about boobs, because of breastfeeding. Like, I love her boobs, too. And yours! And you're not my mom."

"Thanks for clarifying that I'm not your mom," Punz laughed, and the other two chuckled as well. As she snuggled into Elsa's chest and felt Anna doing the same against the back of her neck, she smiled and whispered, "And… yeah, I guess you guys are right. This is all just super new for me."

"It's new for us all," Elsa assured her gently. "And it certainly yielded some rather… interesting results."

"Mmmm…"

Punz was more than prepared to just rest between the two McFlys for a few more minutes – recover some of her strength – when a rather odd and unwelcome noise sounded throughout the room. It took a couple seconds for Anna to move away and find it: an alarm.

"Ugh," she groaned, not bothering to return to her position behind the girls. "That's it, party's over. Our hour's up."

"An hour?" Punz hissed. "What the- we did not do- do that for an hour!"

Turning back to look at Elsa, she was met with a not-unkind smirk. "Pretty good for an old lady, eh?"

Punz just stared at her, looking a little lost for a moment before she turned to Anna. "That's longer than you and I have ever-"

"Tch-tch-tch, hey!" Anna interrupted. Too late: Elsa was already giggling. It was light and there was no malice in it. Still, it seemed like Anna's pride had been wounded, and she pouted until both girlfriends beckoned her back over to them.

"Guess the old lady has some things to teach us, then," Punz suggested gently. An apology and an invitation, all in one. It broke Anna out of her embarrassed funk, and she looked at Punz with something akin to excitement on her face.

"Really?"

"Well… if she doesn't go senile, and I don't check myself into a psych ward, I don't think I'd mind…"

"Don't get too excited," Elsa laughed. "I'm not some BDSM queen who's going to put you through your paces. Just… yeah, I've done this a few times before."

"With two girls?"

Anna's mother shrugged as she pulled on her swimsuit. It seemed she had brought it after all, just had shucked it off once in the sauna before Punz ever entered. "No, but I've been with far more than two in total. That has to count for something. Plus…"

As the others also struggled into their clothes, Anna asked, "Plus?"

"Well… alright, so Kristoff and I did try a threesome once."

"WHAT?!"

"We were trying to navigate the murky waters of my sexuality," she chuckled with a little wave of her fingers, as if sexuality and magic spells were synonymous. "So we thought, hey, this is one way for us to see where that leads. I was already a little less interested in sleeping with him and it was more or less a last-ditch attempt to see what might work. It… went alright, but we decided not to repeat the experiment."

The completely appalled look on Anna's face made Jennifer giggle. Though she did feel a little guilty; it wasn't her parents being discussed and she should have been more sensitive.

"Less interested- oh my god. Was I- was I born yet?" Her voice turned to a hushed whisper before she threw her hands up. "Nope, never mind, I take it back. I don't want to know. Yuck!"

"Anna," Elsa began seriously, suddenly locking eyes with her daughter. "Do you… when you left, did you honestly believe that whatever had brought Kristoff and I together would last? Would be enough to maintain a marriage? After the things you showed me… knowing who I was, did you leave believing that it would all be fine and dandy?"

This time the discomfort on Anna's face was less to do with the insinuations of her parents having sex, and she looked away. "I wanted you to forget about me."

"Well, I couldn't. Maybe if I'd never met you I could have repressed everything – by your accounts, I did, and it made me wretched. But this life was good. Even if I did some things that in hindsight I probably should not have attempted. Your father and… well, someone else. Hmm. Though Kristoff certainly enjoyed it…"

And just like that she broke the tension. She was also no longer naked, either, and both Anna and Punz rushed to follow her.

"I really am sorry," Anna said again as they left the sauna. Punz wasn't sure if she was cold when the cooler air hit them, but there was no denying that it was refreshing. "Like, I'm always going to be sorry for the pain I caused you."

"You really don't have to keep apologising," Elsa sighed, drifting over to catch Anna around her shoulders and pull her in tighter against her side. "Just… I want to be realistic about how things transpired and what I felt at the time. Truthful. But that doesn't mean I'm still upset or needing you to say you're sorry for what's in the past. Everything turned out for the best."

"I gotta agree," Punz added as she hugged her from the other side.

"Well… oh, I know you're right. Just still a little surprised that I made such a big difference when I was just… trying to get out of there without ruining your lives too much."

Elsa kissed the top of her head. "Nothing was ruined. Just… changed. For the best."

"Yeah… for the best."

~ o ~

It didn't take the three women long to shower off and change back into their normal clothes. As they left the spa, they confirmed where they would be having dinner and tried to make plans for the rest of the day.

"We should go see the new Marvel movie," Anna suggested. "There's gotta be some theatres around here somewhere."

"Do we really need to be alone in a dark, distracting room?" Elsa asked. The wink she shot at Punz showed that she wasn't serious, but that didn't mean it wasn't a valid question. After all, what they had just spent the morning doing wasn't exactly typical.

"I think we need food first," Punz piped up.

"Aww, but-" Before she could even finish her sentence, Anna's stomach let out the most horrendous growl. All three of them stopped to stare at it for a second. The silence was broken by an incredibly unladylike snort from Punz, and then it was only a few seconds before Elsa joined in with her own giggle. When Anna's stomach did it again, it just made the both of them laugh louder until Anna joined in.

"Well," Elsa said, wiping her eyes. "I guess that answers that. Food first, otherwise we may not even hear the movie!"

"Hey! I'll have you know-mmm…"

This time her words were cut off not by her stomach, but by Punz, leaning in to kiss her. It was soft and chaste and she pulled away after a few seconds. Elsa kept walking towards the car, but this wouldn't take long.

"Thank you," she said. "Today has been amazing. All of it, not just the happy ending. You made me feel… really special, and I'm never going to forget it."

Anna's face softened into a sweet smile, and she wrapped her arms around Punz in a hug. "You're worth it. But I didn't plan it alone. Elsa helped with a lot of it."

"Well, I guess I'll have to thank her, too. Race ya!"

And just like that she was off, barreling towards Elsa and the car. When she arrived, she paused for a moment, hands clasped in front of her, until Elsa turned to look. Then she wrapped her arms around Elsa's midsection in a chaste hug that only lasted a few seconds.

"Thank you," she said earnestly. "I just told Anna this, but today has been really… it's been something else. In a good way. And you helped me get over a lot of my hang-ups, and I'm so glad you're here!"

"You're very welcome, Jennifer," Elsa answered with a huge grin, petting over her fuzzy brown hair and kissing her forehead. "You are most definitely worth it."

A second later, when Anna tackled the two women, they all burst into laughter that continued once they were in the car. And really, it continued into the rest of their day.

To Be CONCLUDED…

#fractal the future #fruipit #elsanna fanfiction #forkanna writes #elsanna #jess the writer

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conquiier · 5 years ago

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#[ elsa about ] and ignore your whispered which i wish would go away #[ elsa face ] in frozen fractals all around #[ elsa musings ] i’m sorry secret siren but i’m blocking out your calls #[ elsa headcanon ] an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart #[ elsa answered memes ] don’t you know there is a part of me that longs to go?#[ elsa 001 frozen 1 verse ] the cold never bothered me anyway #[ elsa 002 frozen 2 verse ] but i’m here for a reason could it have been the reason i was born?#[ elsa dyn / anna ] for the first time in forever we can be free #[ elsa dyn / olaf ] created out of pure childhood love and a little bit of magic #[ elsa dyn / kristoff ] i guess an ice poker is okay to be king #tag drop

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lovewillthaw-j · 4 years ago

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Elsa’s powers appreciation (part 2 of 3) - Freezing

To recap, I’d like to classify Elsa’s powers into 3 categories and 3 posts - making things out of ice/snow (part 1), freezing (and melting) and movement/kinetic energy.

Before I dive into part 2 - I received some comments on the first post about Elsa’s ice decorations on Arendelle castle, which I missed out on. I would classify them as medium sized objects that she creates out of ice =)

What is the difference between part 1 and part 2? Well, I make a distinction between her creating something that was not there, versus her freezing (ie lowering the temperature of) something that is already there. Of course this is just my opinion and some are arguable, such as the snowstorms - you could say she created it or you could say she froze the weather.

1. Small-scale freezing

In the first row, she freezes window sills both as a child and as Queen: in between, she is freezing the scepter and orb before the coronation (and also during the coronation itself).

In the second row, she freezes water under her foot and discovers she can walk on water. To the right, are 2 contrasting examples of her freezing the water fountain. In the first, she physically touched the fountain; in the second, she has “levelled up” and can freeze the fountain without physical touch.

2. Freezing the room she is in + the floor of the Enchanted forest

In the first row, she freezes the floor of the great hall (and the whole hall too); next to it is the sad scene after her parents’ funeral, which she didn’t dare to attend for fear of hurting everyone in her grief; rightmost, she is freezing the room within the ice palace and causing a mini snowstorm. (for snowstorms, she also uses her kinetic powers which I will cover in the third post)

In the second row are the two times she froze the forest floor, first to stop the Northuldra and Mattias’ soldiers; second during her fight with Bruni.

3. Further lowering the temperature of an already cold place

I want to point this out cos she does it quite a lot. Her powers are just THAT awesome! In the first row, in her anguish from hurting Anna, she lowers the temperature of the already cold great hall, causing more ice to form on the already icy floor and to spread up the walls (2nd pic) Next to it, in the ice palace, as she despairs while talking to Anna, we hear the sound of ice forming and we see more ice fractals appearing in the castle walls (which are made of ice and are already cold).

In the second row, with the castle glowing red, again more ice fractals appear and icy spikes form on the walls. On the right is a screencap from the dungeon scene showing more ice forming on the walls as Elsa’s emotions cause the temperature to drop further.

4. Freezing an entire geographical area + weather

This hardly needs description. She freezes the entire fjord and causes it to snow in summer in Arendelle.

Later on, after breaking out of the dungeon, her panic causes a massive snowstorm to form around her (again, snowstorms also involve her kinetic powers), engulfing the castle and lowering the temperature even further, such that huge spikes of ice block Olaf and Anna’s path inside the castle; also, so much snow blankets the castle that Anna is able to slide down the side of the castle safely to the ground. The storm also causes the fjord to freeze even colder; some of the ships move as a result of the warping ice and one of them topples and almost falls on Kristoff and Sven.

In the final image (post Great Thaw), Elsa has got it under control and is able to make it snow in a controlled manner and only in the castle courtyard.

Not shown is the epilogue of F2 where she has frozen the Dark Sea and gallops over it on Nokk.

5. Her hair

Haha, now for something light hearted. You can argue that this is a separate power, but I’d like to think that she froze parts of her hair in place to give her iconic hair do. Watch the progression of the screencaps - her long locks by the side of her face initially drape down, and with a sweep of her right and then left hand, they get plastered to the side of her head. Magic frozen hairspray...

6. Uniquely Olaf

Have you ever stopped to consider that the magical personal “flurry” that Elsa made for Olaf is pretty mindblowing? She literally made a mobile, perpetual freezer! ie, a localized zone of cold temperature that is cold enough to snow and keep Olaf from melting, AND follows him everywhere! To put it another way, in 1840s Arendelle, Elsa has invented a fridge! (that follows you) Wouldn’t every household want one of their own for those hot summer days?

Olaf’s permafrost is similar and a little bit frightening if you see it as Elsa “encasing” you in ice. She can permafrost all her sentient creations including Marshmallow and the snowgies now.

7. Freezing head and heart

This is one of the darkest sides of Elsa’s powers. She is able to send her freezing powers “into” a person and if it is the head - knock the person unconscious and turn some hair white; if it is the heart, the person freezes from within and their hair will turn all white like Elsa’s, prior to becoming an immobile statue of ice. Do you know what this reminds me of? I watched a nature documentary on certain parasites which infect insects and take over their mind before killing them from within. Could Elsa control your mind? I think Evil Elsa could...and would...(Hell, if Nattmara could...why not Elsa. -FoS)

I like to think that during the fight with Weaseltown’s men, she was falling to the dark side and if that had not been arrested, she could have easily unleashed her powers and frozen the hearts of all her assailants.

BTW, I did not realize before that when she hit Anna in the head, you can see a snowflake impact Anna’s head briefly. (captured in my screencap)

In the second row, I want to point out that frozen Anna’s body was SO COLD that Hans’ sword frosted up before the sword made contact and shattered. And this brings me to the next point...

8. Freeze metal and stone to ultra low temperature that they break

So I did some research and some metals can shatter once it is colder than a specific temperature called the “ductile to brittle transition temperature”. Cheap non-alloyed steel can shatter at about -30 degrees Celsius. Alloyed steel can withstand much colder temperatures. This is important when building metal structures eg ships and rigs for use in the Arctic or Antarctic. I’m no materials scientist so I’ll let people chip in on this if they wish.

The point is, our Queen CAN FREEZE TO COLDER THAN -30 DEGREES!!! And she sure has superhuman invulnerability to cold! Human skin sticks to cold surfaces.

In the rightmost screencap, Elsa has broken out of a solid stone dungeon! Maybe she blasted it open (we don’t know) but this too is freaking amazing! I did some brief research and this is called frost weathering or frost shattering. Essentially she could break through stone by rapidly freezing all the water in it since water expands on freezing. (again, I’m no expert)

It is my belief that in F2, she could have destroyed the dam singlehandedly. Earth Giants pffft. And she would have stopped the water at the source too.

Elsa is definitely impervious to her own cold - she hugs frozen Anna (who is cold enough to break metal) cheek to cheek and is unscathed.

Interestingly, in F2 Anna holds the ice sword that Elsa made without being hurt by the cold - perhaps Anna gained some cold tolerance after coming back from being frozen herself. And she hugs Olaf all the time too.

9. The Nokk + Magic Freezing Thighs

Elsa is pretty fearsome in combat - I will touch more on this in the third post. Here, she figures out pretty rapidly how to stop the Nokk by freezing him. In the epilogue of F2, one of the most beautiful FX scenes - she freezes the Nokk and he willingly obliges and becomes a beautiful ice horse that can travel on land.

Have you ever wondered how Elsa stays on the Nokk “bareback”??? (bareback referring to Nokk...although Elsa’s dark sea gown is pretty bare in the back too lol) I know @super-mam-te-moc and I have!

Look at these 3 screencaps - on the left, the Nokk is bucking and thrashing around, trying to shake Elsa off; in the middle, she is riding the Nokk at a speed faster than the tsunami of water; and on the right, the Nokk is rearing up on hind legs while Elsa makes the huge ice wall with her hands in the air. In all these situations Elsa stays firmly on the Nokk and never falls off or slides off!

Our conclusion is - she has magic freezing thighs that help her stick to the Nokk...LOL

10. Melting

Lastly, Elsa is able to melt everything she made. With the help of Anna’s great love (lovethawmode) she melted the entire fjord and Arendelle. (kinetic powers are at play here too as she makes everything float into the sky and coalesce into a giant snowflake)

In F2, she also demonstrates melting the ice floor that she froze.

What we don’t know yet is whether she can melt “natural” snow that she didn’t make herself, or whether she can reverse a natural winter and turn it into summer. Let’s wait for more out of this world powers in future shorts, movies or series!

#elsa #frozen #frozen 2 #disney frozen #disneyfeverdaily #frozensnetwork #frozensource #disney

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phoenixyfriend · 4 years ago

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The Naruto/Frozen Crossover

So I was planning on just doing an image ID thing for this post, but apparently the formatting on desktop is such a mess that it’s easier to just make a new post that’s text only. I can also like. Bulletpoint it so that it can be a little neater. All ideas were made with @firebirdeternal‘s help, because they are the most efficient enabler I have.

Also I added some bits at the end.

Under a cut, because it’s Long As Heck.

I originally had two options: either Mid-teens Elsa and Anna being transported to ninja land sometime pre-canon and running into Haku and Zabuza... or just like. Born as a Daimyou's daughters.

Spoiler alert, we’ve got nukenin and I’m a sucker for an intrusive crossover, so transported to ninja land it is.

Suggestion from Birdie:

Mechanism for crossover: Elsa ices over a Wishing Well by accident after having Wished for someone else who understood her, Anna and her fall in and get Ice Mirror Portaled to Ninjaland, falling out of an iced over pond near a shrine that Haku recently prayed at for similar lonely child reasons?

Which I like! They don’t end up there soon enough to run into Haku, because I want a dramatic chase first, but I like it.

Obviously, Anna is forced to learn about Elsa's powers because it's the only thing keeping them safe

Or at least alive

(Elsa will do ANYTHING to keep Anna safe, and if that means she has to get her hands dirty...)

...neither of them knows Japanese, so, you know. There’s that.

I'm thinking that they end up in/near Kiri at first

And they aren't FAST ENOUGH to get away so Elsa panic-enchants a giant reindeer made of snow to run away across the suddenly-frozen ocean.

She and Anna have to ride and Elsa is probably crying the whole time.

Oh shit this is like. RIGHT after their parents die, I forgot. So that’s a thing! They are in mourning and all that fun stuff.

Point is, they use the powers for a Self Defense thing and BBY Haku is just !!! "Master can we rescue them for Ice Cousin reasons?" Zabuza: Yes, and only for those practical reasons and not because I collect endangered children like people collect pokemon cards.

I imagine that maybe they track rumors of a Yuki-onna down, or the Giant Snow Reindeer rides by and Haku’s just like Wat

The girls just tag along with Zabuza because. Like.

Do they like him? No. Do they trust him? No. Do they enjoy the fact that he considers them pathetic civilians? No.

However, Haku is Baby.

Zabuza is REALLY annoyed at them being Useless Civilian Royals “but Haku likes them so I guess they can stay.”

Age at meeting, three years pre-canon:

Zabuza - 23

Elsa - 18

Anna - 15

Haku - 12

Elsa is 90% anxiety/depression master combo BUT if Zabzua protects her then she's WILDLY dangerous so like. Whatever

Elsa's bingo book nickname options, uninspired:

Winter Witch

Winter Queen

Ice Queen

Snow Queen

Something about a Yuki-Onna maybe

She's Very Stately and kinda breakable but Winter is her Bitch

I mean like, the fact that, if protected, she can shut down the agriculture of a fucking country? That's an S-rank even if she's not that useful in a fight.

She's like. Jinchuuriki-level destruction. Generally speaking she wouldn’t. But she could.

Elsa: What the fuck is a chakra? Elsa: my snow monsters are self-sustaining. Elsa: I'm gonna build us a house.

Zabuza has NO idea how her powers work and it is INCREDIBLY frustrating but “there’s no chakra cost to keep these things going and we have shelters on demand�� is too convenient to question after a while.

Haku: Delicate, deadly, incredibly fast ninja work. Elsa: I can't dodge a kunai but watch me wreck your entire country's ecosystem in under a day.

Elsa is a siege weapon.

Meanwhile, Anna is really, really into the physicality of ninja practice.

She's clumsy and she's not very good at ninja stuff, but she sure is determined!

Anna also gets on Zabuza's nerves because she keeps insisting that Haku get to be a kid.

Anna: Let's make flower crowns! Zabuza: No, he needs to train, not- Anna: FLOWER CROWNS

Consider: Haku saying Elsa-nee-sama and Anna-hime.

Or just calling Elsa “onee-sama.”

Anna is also younger than Elsa and way more Fun so she probably gets adjusted to Anna-chan or Nee-chan.

If Zabuza calls Elsa “Hime-chan” or “Elsa-hime” or, Sage forbid, “Elsa-sama/dono” then he’s VERY MUCH making fun of her and he’s probably getting his soup frozen that night.

At one point, Elsa... tries to like. Convince herself to have a crush on Zabuza or Kakashi or something until Zabuza just puts a hand on her shoulder and asks "do you even like men?" "...that's an OPTION?"

Zabuza urging her to try and ask out a Cute Kunoichi and Elsa's like.... I can't decide if she's bright red and a useless lesbian or uncomfortable and ace.

I am SO invested in the siege weapon thing.

SHE IS THE SQUISHIEST WIZARD.

It's not her fault that every single other combatant on the continent is Massively Dangerous in melee! She took a very traditional back-line build!

Enemy: Doesn't it GRATE to protect someone so pathetic, Zabuza? Zabuza: She literally froze an entire castle of enemies to death because they harmed her sister, so. No.

Most Ninjas: Sharp Knife. S-Rank Mega Ninjas: Gun. Elsa: High Yield Explosive Rocket Launcher. Literally loses fights to the Knife People, because she can't bring her power to bear on that scale. But if you can give her Time and Prep? No contest.

Long distance AoE

Like you know how Nagato is literally dying of starvation due to illness and can't walk, but he's also capable of leveling powerful villages more or less on his own?

Elsa is the same Vibe.

It’s like sealing a bijuu in a civilian.

She's honestly both more and less powerful? Like it'd be hard for her to kill everyone in Konoha in the snap of a finger? But also, she could starve out the Country of Fire in a summer.

She WOULDN'T, but she could.

I always read Elsa as gay or ace but my brain keeps trying to ship her with dude ninjas and I have to yank it back on a child leash.

People insinuate that Zabuza is interested in Elsa and he's just "What? Ew she's like five."

"I'm eighteen."

"Five."

BUT

Elsa! Might mistake trust and companionship for a crush!

I can see THAT happening despite gay/ace.

Also like. I don’t think Zabuza is straight.

So mlm/wlw solidarity?

And Haku is probs genderqueer.

So Anna is THE TOKEN STRAIGHT.

Anna is like, the Straight Friend who will go to the mat for her queer friends. Like vicious. In-your-face barking like a mean dog at people who were being bigots.

You know how Elsa in the second movie uses her powers to make toys for kids out of ice?

Okay, so her practicing by making things with Haku.

But yeah, Elsa can't really do "throws ice senbon," but she can do Delicate Geometry Things since she apparently, canonically studies math for fun and loves fractals.

Haku: I can trap you in a prison of ice mirrors, and you are at my mercy. Elsa: LOOK AT THIS CASTLE I MADE???

Haku wants to do Pretty Things like Elsa

OH.

Elsa makes... snow bunnies..

For the ninja distraction reasons but also because it's a Soft Thing that makes her feel better about, uh, everything. And Haku likes bunnies.

Zabuza still takes The Dirty Missions but Elsa gets upset when he does something that hurts innocents and Nobody wants Elsa upset. Even Zabuza doesn't want Elsa upset.

When Elsa gets upset, overnight accommodations are suddenly Very Uncomfortable for everyone except her and Haku.

And then Anna gets upset, which makes Elsa even MORE upset.

And then things just keep getting colder.

Zabuza doesn't want Elsa upset for many reasons, not limited to: "Is actually capable of killing me from outside of Sword Range if she's mad enough, even if it’s not that easy" and "the Small Children would be unbearably sad if she died and honestly so might I."

She's more of a friend than a ward and he's not entirely sure he's okay with that.

Zabuza: "Ew, friendship."

He has absolutely no idea how to have a social interaction with people he isn't Bullying, Raising, or Threatening to Kill.

Elsa and Anna have no trouble convincing people they're related, at least. Different coloration with almost identical bone structure.

A tendency to burst into song when they feel emotions.

Identical weird accent that nobody can place.

FOOD

The girls are royalty, they don't know how to COOK.

But they also want food from HOME.

It's a lot of trial and error.

More error than not, since they have both no knowledge and also a language barrier to overcome. It probably takes YEARS before they can describe things like Unfamiliar Flavors well enough for people to say "OH that sounds like spearmint."

When they run into something they know that’s familiar, it’s life-changing.

Chocolate is more common in the elemental nations than in Arandelle and Anna may or may not cry about it.

Anna is loudly bossy, even at Zabuza.

Zabuza is gruffly commanding, to everyone.

Elsa doesn't actually like being in charge, but when she talks, people LISTEN.

(Haku is just happy to be here.)

Elsa radiates two things: Anxiety, and Natural Command, and she basically just fluctuates between those.

"I don't want to be in charge but also I'm vetoing this."

So, obviously, the main reasons that Zabuza keeps the girls around is that Elsa is a living siege weapon and he thinks she could be convinced to help him run a revolution in Kiri, and also that the Ice Queen schtick is like. Really good for Haku and Zabuza can’t really say no to the kid.

HOWEVER, Anna is clumsy and messy and all that, so Zabuza starts training her in Ninja stuff. Elsa joins in on the “I need to know how to Run Fast to get away from fights I don’t want to have in the first place,” but Anna’s the one that’s like “TEACH ME HOW TO SWORD.”

It’s honestly not that hard to teach her, she’s just really, really, REALLY enthusiastic.

Once or twice someone asks why she’s so bad at this yet running around with an A-rank nukenin and Zabuza’s just like “I’ve only had her for a year and a half, shut up!” because it’s not that he’s a bad teacher, it’s that she was a very pampered civilian until like a week before he met her.

He should get a MEDAL for even getting her to low Chuunin.

Zabuza: I'm taking a job from Gato Elsa, who has Training in economics and politics and bureaucracy: I have a better idea.

This is actually not entirely what I’d do but I wanted to make the joke first ANYWAY here’s an actual plot or something.

Oh, also by this point everyone is Canon Ages so Elsa’s 21 and Anna’s 18 and Zabuza’s 26 and Haku’s 15.

Elsa is getting paid to keep the water from interfering with construction, by way of....

ICE COFFERDAM

Elsa with Haku as her Guard while Zabuza is off running his own mission? Which Anna begged to go on because Cool.

Elsa also kind of keeps her involvement on the ice front semi-secret by claiming she’s there as an engineering consultant.

LISTEN canon made her like geometry, I can ENTIRELY believe she’d be excited about the bridge-building.

Gato has hired someone else on the danger level of Zabuza, who is Threatening to Team 7 + Haku? But then when things look bleak Anna and Zabuza arrive and then Scary Sword Man is on our side and oh dear that's a lot of blood.

Which, you know, fun!

Birdie suggested Raiga which I’m not feeling but I do feel the need to bring up as an option.

It’s also not Kisame BUT

Kisame: [giant lake dome filled with sharks]

Elsa: uhhhhhhhhhhh...

Giant lake dome: [is now a giant ice dome]

Anyway

Gato: I'm hiring an army. Elsa: [giant ice wall around his compound] Gato: ... these guys can walk up walls! Elsa: [adds snowman guards] Elsa: ... Elsa: [adds a ceiling]

Just puts Gato's entire mob in a fucking snow globe.

Zabuza shows up twenty minutes late with (Throwing) Star(buck)s just like "Oh, they dead? No? Want 'em to be? Okay cool I'm gonna go pick up Haku, I'll be back in like an hour."

Anna would... LOVE Naruto

ENERGETIC FRIENDLY GOOFBALL

"I found us a baby brother!" "No, we already have Haku." "BUT LOOK AT HIM."

Anna is only a year or two older than Itachi.

OH RIGHT

I wanted to make a joke about how Naruto also vibes with her because he's less judgmental that she can't really... talk properly.

Sasuke is Judgy and Kakashi is Paranoid and Sakura is Uncomfortable.

Meanwhile Naruto is just like "And I Shall Scream."

Anna, who learned Japanese from Zabuza (rude) and Haku (uber polite): WELL FUCK YOU, GOOD SIR Naruto: YEAH WELL FUCK YOU TOO, LADY Elsa, overly formal: I am... so very sorry.

Anyway, generic missing nin fights and all that.

Elsa gets injured in the process and after a variety of arguments, Naruto manages to convince them to take her to Konoha for medical attention.

Elsa is... usually the one getting injured.

Zabuza and Haku are FAST and Anna is at least learning (even if she’s only been doing it for three years), but Elsa is The Squishy Wizard.

If someone throws a kunai... she can’t... really dodge...

So yeah, gut wound.

Normally they find a nukenin medic to patch them up but Konoha is reasonably close and has some of the more skilled medics on the continent and they DID technically help the Konoha nin so like. Gah.

That’s Zabuza’s final thought. Gah.

Just “Fuck it, let’s save the ice queen.”

Elsa ends up in a half-literal-ice stasis state on the way there and it’s happened before (it is not the first time she’s been stabbed), but it’s always terrifying.

Especially to the Konoha genin who are just like WHAT THE HECK IS THAT.

So they get to Konoha, there’s a whole bunch of stuff about extradition treaties and “you are bringing a literal WMD of a woman into our town” and “we can’t just let MOMOCHI ZABUZA in.”

Anyway, it ends up being that Zabuza has to wait outside the village while Elsa is treated inside, and one of the Teenagers goes in. Obviously, it’s Anna, because Zabuza is INCREDIBLY UNCOMFORTABLE with letting Haku enter a village that’s known for having lots of bloodlines, and anyway, Anna’s the sister.

Bunch of stuff, she’s healing, etc, and then one day Anna comes in and is told “your sister had a bad reaction to the anesthetic, we couldn’t save her, I’m sorry, she’s gone.”

She flips out, gets shown the corpse, flips out MORE, gets escorted out to the village walls where Zabuza and Haku are waiting.

Horrified reactions

Zabuza doesn’t want to admit that it’s EMOTIONS because this is his FRIEND, he is clearly just upset about losing the living siege weapon.

Haku is just super confused and goes “But she’s not dead.”

“What.”

“She’s not dead, I can feel her, I can always feel her, it’s like sensing but just her, because we’re both ice. She’s alive, somewhere over... there?”

And points right in the direction of the Hokage Mountain, which for the purposes of this fic and also Drama is where ROOT headquarters is.

YEP we absolutely have that plot point.

Is Danzo overused as a plot device? Probably. Am I going to diabolus ex machina him anyway? Ye.

They kick up enough of a fuss that the Hokage gets called down.

He wouldn’t, normally, he’d leave it to a couple of skilled jounin and call it a day, except Naruto got involved so like. You can’t. Ignore that.

There’s lots of shouting.

Just like. A lot.

And then part of the mountain explodes!

AS ONE DOES

Elsa comes flying backwards out of the hole, catches herself on a spontaneous ice slide, gets to her feet.

Girl is swaying like MAD.

There are absolutely ANBU (both fake and real) coming after her.

At least one of them gets speared through by an ice spike.

Anna runs up to her, tries to hug her, gets batted away.

Elsa’s staring at her in sheer TERROR and starts muttering something about how Anna died years ago, this isn’t real, etc.

Nobody except Anna understands most of it, but Haku picks up enough to translate when Anna’s freaking out.

Elsa starts doing her Ice Castle thing in the middle of Konoha as a coping mechanism, mostly so she can get Up and Away and Shielded By Ice.

This is not a good look.

Especially because she’s singing, which Zabuza always thinks is a bad omen because it means shit is getting real and one or both of the girls are about to get a powerup or be beaten even harder than otherwise. When they start singing, things get More Dramatic And Extreme).

(Zabuza does not like Disney Musical Rules)

Danzo shows up.

There’s a bunch of arguing.

All the medics insist that nothing she was given at the hospital should have caused amnesia, psychosis, hallucinations, delusions, etc.

It’s. Not hard for Hiruzen to guess what happened.

Namely that Danzo, upon finding out that chakra dampeners didn’t do shit since none of Elsa’s powers come from chakra, decided to keep her drugged up and start using genjutsu to make her more malleable.

Because like. An injured WMD just showed up in your village. What are you supposed to do, not try to kidnap her and turn her to your side? Like, come on. What was he supposed to do?

Not that, Danzo. Literally Not That.

IDK how it gets resolved, probably Anna getting to her with the power of love, because Elsa is ultimately Super Disney.

I also don’t really know where to go from there other than “Maybe Jiraiya can get you home, but also I’m pretty sure Zabuza wants you all to get the hell out of here and take over Kiri” but who knows.

Also

IMAGINE ELSA MEETING GAI.

Imagine Ino getting a puppy crush on Elsa.

IDK that’s it for now.

#Frozen #Naruto #Momochi Zabuza #Yuki Haku #Zabuza #Haku #mini fic #Phoenix Babbles #Crossovers #Phoenix Posts

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Queen of the Ashes, a frozen fanfic | Epilogue

Frozen | Alternate Universe | Hans x Elsa | Romance, Drama | T+

They meet as children, each with a secret. Plagued by tragedy, their paths cross again many years later, and their secrets are unraveled.

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Author’s Note: As you can imagine, this story was quite difficult to end in a competent and thoughtful way. I hope I have done it justice, in any case. Thanks again to all of you for your kind support and comments throughout the last few months. Full reflections and notes on this story to follow in the next 1-2 weeks on Tumblr; follow the #QueenoftheAshesFrozen tag for updates.

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Epilogue

“Your Majesty! Many hearty congratulations to you!”

The king bites the inside of his cheek to keep from frowning at the interruption; the offending duke is never one for subtlety at public events, and this one is no exception.

He smiles as he turns from his conversation with the Portuguese ambassador, who looks less than thrilled at the intrusion. “Welcome, Sir Alan. It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

The duke’s chest puffs out at the acknowledgment. “Indeed. I remember attending many glorious Christmas dinners in the Isles under your father’s reign, God rest his and your brothers’ souls. I hope Arendellian hospitality might improve to match it, under yours.”

The king’s lips twitch as he gestures to the Great Hall, full of laughing guests, music, and light. “I’m sure you can see that it already has.” He nods towards his wife, standing by the throne, for emphasis. “Our queen would want nothing less.”

The duke smiles, though there is the hint of a shadow tugging at his lips—the same shadow that the prince has seen all evening, dancing around the outlines of people’s bows and curtsies and obsequious tittering in his presence.

“And for that we are glad,” the ambassador cuts in, eager to redirect the conversation back to his party. The duke, sensing his imminent snubbing, slinks off in the background with a grumble. “She looks astonishingly beautiful tonight, by the way, Your Majesty. Compliments to her dressmaker.” A keen, sharp light slides across the man’s gaze. “You must feel very lucky.”

The king’s smile widens. “She does, doesn’t she? And yes,” he adds, “I can hardly believe my luck, that she would agree to marry such a poor old wretch as I.”

The ambassador and his party laugh at the king’s self-deprecation, if with a note of discomfort.

“Now, what were you saying about Carnival?” the king says, slipping back into the rhythm of the conversation without missing a beat.

The ambassador’s back straightens. “Ah, yes, well—if you’re both free and able to, we’d love to have you come and visit that time of year…”

The king nods along, appearing attentive even as his actual thoughts lie with the queen.

She stands by the throne as if nailed in place, staring ahead with an unreadable expression, speaking only when approached.

At such times, she is all smiles and grace and beauty, and those that come to her do not see – or do not care to see – anything amiss with her, distracted by the din of the ball.

Her husband, knowing better, notices it. However, drawn to the task of entertaining their guests, all he can do is glance at her in between mindless chatter, echoing their admiration of her long white-blue dress.

It shimmers like stalactites seeing the sun after forming during a long winter’s night, and is made of material so fine and unusual that she cannot explain its construction to anyone, except him. The fractal patterns on the dress, resembling snowflakes, reflect on her bare arms and hands, seeming to turn them into extensions of the glowing fabric.

Her crown of white gold with sapphire insets, newly crafted for the occasion, complements the outfit.

His own is a more standard fare, with fleur-de-lis patterns and pure gold in place of any precious stones. It is the crown her father once wore, and with every dip or nod of his head to the guests, he carries its weight with the appearance of ease and comfort, as if he were always meant to wear it.

The dignitaries and courtiers do not miss the opportunity to mention as much, complimenting his “suitability” to his new position, and flattering him with praise for his “storied” naval career.

He hears the words unspoken by each of them, and the suspicion laying just behind their eyes: that he has bewitched the young queen after escaping his homeland under dubious circumstances, with none left to challenge his claims or rights.

The king knows that his slate will never be fully cleared, regardless of his new title. Even so, it is enough for him to see and relish this sycophancy where there was only contempt before, false as the former might be.

To the conqueror of the elusive and mysterious Queen of Arendelle, after all, go the spoils—though the conquering itself was no easy thing, and he had hardly expected it to be, even from the first moment he stepped foot back in Arendelle, one year ago.

»» —— ««

His embrace with the queen at the docks against a lightning-streaked sky was witnessed by nearly everyone of importance, and soon after, news of it spread like wildfire throughout the kingdom and its neighboring countries. He even received a missive from his mad uncle in the Southern Isles, long and rambling, demanding to know what his deceased brother’s youngest son was doing in Arendelle.

He tore the letter up and burnt the scraps in his hand before he had even finished reading it, knowing that no others would follow.

It was thanks in no small part to the queen’s dogged defense of him in the following weeks that he was able to take up permanent residence in Arendelle, and begin his public courtship of her.

The latter became so controversial that the queen was forced to threaten her council that she would remain unmarried for the duration of her reign, like Elizabeth I, unless they accepted him as a suitor. Although this quickly silenced her opposition, the efforts of protecting him drained her, testing the boundaries of her already limited control over her secret powers.

He made sure to always be on hand to reassure her in such moments, caressing her hair, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, and melting away any overly conspicuous damage with fiery hands until she was calm again.

The princess, on the other hand, was thrilled: she wept with joy when the queen and prince finally disembarked the gangplank, their hands interlocked and clothes soaked through from the rain. Rushing towards them, she enfolded them in a loving, teary embrace, singing her sister’s praises through sobs.

In return, he continued to play the role of the charming, supportive older brother she had never had, keeping the princess as a close ally in his courtship of her sister. She often surprised him with her cunning in plotting ways for the two to be together, alone, out of sight of castle staff; appreciative of her stratagems, he snuck her chocolate as rewards from the kitchen in thanks, befriending the cooks so that they might slip him the choicest selections.

It was with the princess’s help that he became acquainted with the townspeople outside the castle, and, later, with the other provinces of the country. Although the two young women had been isolated from the outside world for most of their lives, the princess’s rambunctious and sociable personality, once fully unleashed, turned out to be a force of nature all its own.

She was keen on exploring everything that had once been forbidden to her, making the acquaintance of anyone she met along the way, commoner and noble alike. He accompanied her on many such trips, making a show of his friendship with the princess to the common people at markets, ports, and fetes.

To this end, whenever she extolled his virtues to them, he looked appropriately demure or humble, shying away from the excessive acclaim.

These events were as much a demonstration of his serious intentions towards the queen as they were his representing her to her people, as she was still often absent. Living in isolation had had the opposite effect on her from the princess, and the queen was slow to adjust, carefully declining most, but not all, of the invitations to meet citizens outside of weekly petitions at court.

His understanding of her reluctance, and protection of her time, helped him to keep the peace between the two sisters. More to the point, it earned him the confidence of the queen, who came to rely on him in an unofficial advisory capacity on various state matters.

Her trust allowed him to finally utilize the skills and information he had absorbed over his twenty-six years in a manner appropriate to his royal title, even if it rankled her council to know that a foreign prince was so closely involved in their affairs.

She refused to acknowledge her dependence on his guidance when concerns were raised, and if his unsavory reputation was ever questioned in association with it, she equally disavowed such claims as unproven and, therefore, slander against her legitimate (and only) suitor.

The citizens, like the council, were slow in warming to him. Knowing the tales and rumors just as well as those at court – though lacking the tact to not mention them to his face – they regarded his courtship with suspicion and skepticism, and showed him politeness only out of respect for their princess or queen when they were in his company.

It was not until the winter after the coronation that he was, at long last, given the chance to prove himself worthy of their affections.

For reasons unknown to anyone (although the prince had his suspicions), an extraordinarily harsh and bitter winter came to pass—worse than any other in recent memory. With the fjord frozen solid and all overland passages blocked by impenetrable walls of snow, foreign and domestic trade came to a standstill, and the inability to export lumber, fur, and fish crippled the economy.

The queen, thinking herself to be the cause of it, shuttered herself inside of the castle; the prince, meanwhile, seizing the opportunity to make a good name for himself, took to the cobblestoned streets with the princess and the servants.

With blankets and bowls of soup in hand, they distributed supplies to the commoners, making sure to mention with every handshake or nod that it was by the queen’s beneficence that the people were provided for in such hard times. The commoners, seeing him acting on her behalf, came to associate her undeniable goodness with him, thanking him and the princess profusely, often through tears, for their kind gestures.

Eventually, he was even able to coax the queen out of her solitude, and escorted her on several rounds of such do-gooding. Seeing the townspeople so grateful for her rare presence lifted the dark pall which had cast itself over the queen since the start of the season, and with its diminishing, so too did the winter ease.

Taking advantage of her higher spirits, he also convinced the queen that it was the perfect time to start working on controlling her powers. After all, he reasoned, the objections of the council had been quieted, and with the tide of public opinion turning in his favor, there was little left to stop them from exploring the extent of her magic.

At first, they conjured small objects together in the privacy of closed meeting rooms, just as she had done in her childhood: figurines of ballerinas, bears, and unicorns, and everyday items around her room. He matched her ice with his fire to encourage her, and after years spent hiding his own powers, he found that he enjoyed the exercises as much as she did.

Later, when the worst of the winter snows and storms had passed, he told the queen that they should venture outside the castle walls to experiment further with larger, more challenging structures.

She initially refused, afraid that creating anything too large might attract unwanted attention, and doubted their ability to travel to the mountains alone without raising suspicions of improper conduct. He persuaded her by reassuring her that the trips would be disguised as mountain retreats with her sister, and that they would only practice together when the latter was out of sight.

Though still unconvinced, she agreed to the arrangement, making sure that all correct precautions were taken and notices sent to her servants and advisers of where and when and for how long they would be gone.

The princess, ever the eager adventurer, tried to lead the first expedition into the mountains, refusing help; when the party became lost after the first hour of hiking, the prince took over, navigating with maps that the queen had insisted they bring with them for backup.

Eventually they reached a small cabin which doubled as a winter goods store, and made it their encampment. They were met there by an ice harvester and his reindeer companion, sent on the recommendation of the castle’s stable master, and in short order, the gruff, awkward young man was enlisted as their guide for the trip. Being unused to any kind of polite conversation in his profession, much less with royalty, his brusque and blunt manners often led him to locking horns with the princess, as he objected to her naïve worldview.

The prince took advantage of one such confrontation to sneak off with the queen into the woods, urging her to make something grand and beautiful. To his shock, she constructed a cottage made of ice, with detailed snowflake patterns on the trimmings inside, a rocking chair, and a fireplace with a sculpture of a flame in the center.

He lost himself in these details, from the book of Aesop’s fables resting on the table by the chair, to the false wooden beams glinting blue under the sun. It was all the more remarkable for not melting by even one drop for the entire time they spent inside of it, though he was afraid to test the limits of the construction by touching anything directly.

It was only when the queen heard the princess call her name that the cottage’s facade began to crack, her fear causing jagged lines to ripple through the ceiling and floor.

Just as he had when they were in the castle, however, the feeling passed as soon as the prince placed his hand on hers, disappearing her anxiety – and her creation – in a single, slow exhale.

Other trips into the mountains followed the first, and the princess, ever eager to find ways to give the prince and her sister more alone time together, began to bait the iceman into quarrels so that he might be distracted from the other two wandering off.

(The tactic worked for the most part, though the prince noticed that the iceman increasingly shot him suspicious looks after the parties were reunited, and seemed to be catching on to the fact that the princess was provoking him for sport.)

With every second they had alone, another opportunity was born for the queen’s imagination to spark and fly, creating objects of ever-growing complexity and beauty. Her heart was light in such moments, and her smile as bright as the sun, bringing an unseasonable warmth to the mountains and valley below.

His only task at such times was to remind her not to get too ambitious with her magic, and risk it being seen.

Her displeasure with these checks was evident, if brief—for while she was getting more accustomed to her power and more enthralled with what she could build, one look at the princess ensured that she never forgot what she could also destroy.

»» —— ««

The king’s eyes drag over his wife’s elegant, iridescent figure across the room as she speaks to the princess, a rare smile flitting across her lips.

They are painted pink for the evening, just as her cheeks are decorated with a light dusting of blush, and he cannot help but marvel at her loveliness.

»» —— ««

The prince had dared not make any overt advances towards the queen from the previous summer through mid-winter, other than securing her trust and loyalty. In spite of her remarkable gesture of affection on the day of his scheduled departure following her coronation – and the declaration of his courtship shortly after – he had been careful in how he approached the physical part of their growing intimacy.

The caution had also been purposeful insofar as wanting to keep her waiting, and breathlessly anticipating the moment in which they might finally consummate their growing feelings.

He ensured that it progressed naturally, as if they were young lovers who had met by chance at a ball: first, by holding hands when they were alone together; then, kissing her cold fingers; and, finally, her pink lips.

»» —— ««

A spark of heat shoots through the king’s stomach at the recollection of that first kiss, which now seems like a lifetime ago.

»» —— ««

It was in the library, where they had shared so many other of their private moments, just as the snow began to melt at the end of winter.

She was telling him about a palace of ice that she wanted to scale up from a miniature she had constructed in her childhood, to a full-scale building – and the uninhibited excitement shining in her eyes enchanted him so utterly that he took her hands in his, and kissed her without warning.

The connection was so immediate, and so electric, that he momentarily lost control of his powers, scalding her hands. His profuse apologies were waved off by the queen, who merely chilled her own skin, and then continued their kiss as before, pressing her cool hands to his hot neck.

They shared many more moments like this in the weeks that followed, growing closer and closer until they were fully embracing, allowing their hands to roam over each other’s clothed bodies whenever they were alone.

With each step forward, the prince noted a correlating dip in the queen’s abilities. It was as if their bond represented a third kind of power between them: one that inhibited her magic, and made her more pliable to his affections and influence.

He was not sure, at first, as to the extent to which she was aware of this effect their intimacy had on her. Over time, however, she became quieter, and less inclined towards sharing her innermost thoughts and feelings with him, as she once had.

Sometimes, he would catch her glancing at him with doubt, or even with fear, when she thought he was not looking. Thinking he knew what was in her mind, he would look down at his hands, and promise that he would never hurt her, as he had before; the queen would deny each time that this was the cause of her discomfort or odd looks, claiming that she had been lost in thought about the state of the country, or about some meeting on her agenda.

Eventually, she grew adept at deflecting such questions with a reassuring smile of her own, which, even though he could see through it better than anyone else, tended to have the effect of temporarily disarming him anyway.

By the beginning of spring, his concerns had been allayed enough to take the next – and final – step in making their partnership complete, and proposed to the queen. Knowing her aversion to public displays of any kind, he performed the act in the semi-private area of the rose garden where they had first walked together, many months before, bending on one knee in the proper form.

He presented her with a show of his affections in the form of a rose, shaped from flames, suspending it in the air. In accepting his proposal, the queen froze it over until it was made of ice, symbolizing their union, and kissed him.

In the kiss, he felt the traces of an uneasy tremor on her lips.

She insisted on starting the preparations for their wedding soon afterwards, and though he was pleased with the speed of the arrangement, he could not help but wonder at her urgency.

The same fear he had seen before began to return, little by little, and though he tried to pry further and discover the reason for it, the queen became annoyed or even angry with him on each new attempt. She would only bear the concerns of her sister, and even then, she was not always able to hide her growing disquiet.

The princess assured him that it was just premarital “jitters,” and that her sister would return to her “normal” self once the preparations and ceremony were over and done with. She reminded him of how anxious the queen had been in the lead up to her own coronation, and that a royal wedding – being an event of equal, if not higher importance – was bound to upset the young woman’s already fragile constitution.

It became an exhausting endeavor to placate the queen as the date drew nearer, and she took to her old, bad habits in her nervous spells, pacing her room for hours, icing over the walls, and casting snowdrifts over her bed. In trying to explain her behavior to him, she relied on the princess’s excuse of the council putting so much pressure on her over the wedding preparations, disregarding any other theories he might pose.

To his surprise, however, her erratic mood swings and accompanying loss of control came to an abrupt end the week before their wedding. She began to accept everything that was happening, and would happen, without protest, and the blue in her irises grew duller with each passing day.

Whether he asked her what was wrong, or what she would prefer for this or that aspect of the ceremony, or what type of music she would like to be played at the reception, she gave only cursory, short replies to him with a hazy, distracted expression. Likewise, she returned the prince’s physical gestures, whether in the form of embraces or kisses on her cheek or forehead, with the same, empty smile—or no smile at all.

The wedding followed in a similar fashion, with the queen compliant in all regards, save for the dress, which she had insisted from the beginning be of her own making. Though she looked resplendent in it, and was the envy of every young woman in attendance, she approached the altar with a countenance devoid of any feeling approximate to joy, and spoke her vows in a voice so hollow that it caused him to shudder.

When they kissed to seal their union, her lips did not tremble, nor make any movement at all.

She turned to the crowd with a smile convincing enough to make her sister weep, though it did not fool the iceman sitting next to her, who stared quizzically at the newly-married couple.

He was thus crowned king, and, taking his wife’s cold, limp hand in his own, they descended from the altar, the crowd’s cheers little more than faraway echoes.

»» —— ««

The queen trades a few words with the princess and her iceman before the latter have disappeared into the crowd again, the pair no doubt rebuffed in their invitations to join the dance that is about to start.

Her look is as hard as steel, the same as before, though the king can just make out the hint of something more behind it.

He breaks away from his guests to return to her side when the song begins, offering his hand. “My queen,” he says, bowing, “may I have this dance?”

“No, thank you,” she replies. “I’m quite tired.”

He nods. “Of course. I’ll stay here, with you.”

She does not reply as he stands next to her, and places his hand lightly on the small of her back. When he feels no physical response from the gesture, he turns his eyes back to the dance floor, finding the princess.

The younger woman is dragging the iceman onto the floor, ignoring his protests, and her partner is predictably hopeless in following the rhythm. The onlookers, including the king, chuckle at the scene, causing the commoner to blush from his neck up to his blonde hair, and finally to tear himself away from the princess and console himself by the chocolate fondue fountain.

When he glances at the queen, he is pleasantly surprised to see the faint outline of a smile on her face, though this vanishes as soon as she notices him looking at her.

“Are you enjoying the evening?” he asks anyway, smiling. “It seems like Anna is, even if at Master Bjorgman’s expense.”

His wife finally looks at him fully, unblinking, her eyes traveling from the crown atop his head, down to his hands.

“You’re wearing gloves,” she observes, ignoring his question.

He stifles a swallow. “It’s the least I could do, on such an auspicious day,” he replies, struggling to keep his smile in place. “It would look odd to have bare hands for our wedding, after all.”

Suspicion flashes across her gaze at the answer, but she says nothing, looking back at the dance floor. She watches her sister with something between longing and regret, though the emotions are so fleeting that the king cannot be sure if he saw them at all.

Unnerved, he suddenly takes her hand in his, and kisses the top of it. “You look wonderful, dearest,” he tells her, “and you have made me the happiest man in the world, today.”

He presses her hand, repeating his final vow from the ceremony. “I will always be your devoted servant, and love you until my dying day. You know that, don’t you?”

The queen’s lips part, and she pauses.

“I do. But love… isn’t always good.”

He frowns. “What are you talking about, Elsa?”

She turns back on him with a cold and inscrutable stare, withdrawing her hand from his. “You don’t remember?”

At his puzzled expression, she sighs and closes her eyes, reciting her next line with grim irony.

“And so the boy escaped, and went north, and became a King of another land. He never hurt anyone ever again.”

When her eyes reopen, they are tight, and her nose wrinkles. “It seems like the boy got everything he ever wanted,” she says with a pained smile, “but I don’t think that last part is really true.”

The king pales, and he is as silent as the grave.

“Elsa…”

Her smile becomes vacant as she places her hands in front of her, and turns her attention back to the crowd. Without hesitation, she descends the stairs to join her guests on the main floor, and matches the beat of a new song with her fingers, tapping them along the sides of her dress.

With each tap, the air grows a little colder in the room.

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bornofsnowandice · 4 years ago

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Lost in the Woods Part I || AU Drabble

“Elsa!”

Turning Elsa glanced at the darkened path that laid behind her as the wind carried an echo of someone calling her name. The voice sounded vaguely familiar like the dream that nagged your mind upon awakening but you could not quite recall. Ignoring the voice Elsa turned back to the towering mist in front of her with a gasp. It was like a dark curtain had been dropped over the land obscuring the forest she heard so much about. It rippled with magic she could not quite identify, but it was magic no doubt. “I can feel you,” she muttered as she reached out her hand only to be prevented from touching the mist directly. “My magic can feel you,” Elsa muttered again as she attempted to touch the mist only to be denied a second time.

“Elsa!”

Pushing her shoulders back, Elsa stared up at the mist a moment longer in silence as she wished it would part for her. How she wanted to see what was on the other side! There was something just beyond waiting for her and she could feel it. This was where she was meant to be... “Please,” she begged softly reaching her hand forward for the third time. “I belong here,” Elsa called out hoping her pleas would work. If the owner of the voice calling to her reached her before the mist allowed her into the forest she would be made to go back to Arendelle. “I am like you,” Elsa explained as she pulled her gloves off and tossed them onto the brown grass. Closing her eyes she tried to focus on the vein of magic coursing through her body and calling it forward like plucking the string on a guitar. Opening her eyes and hands Elsa noticed the delicate snowflakes burst forth from her hands and swirl in front of her and dance towards the mist. “See,” Elsa whispered. Elsa smiled as she noticed the mist rippling and parting slightly in front of her allowing her access to the Enchanted Forest of her father’s stories. It was as if it was opening its doors and allowing her to glimpse inside if she was brave enough to take it. Glancing over her shoulder once again, Elsa looked down the deserted path. If she followed it back it would lead her straight back to Arendelle, back to her family, and back to her responsibilities. Everything she had ever known was back there waiting for her, but the forest held the answers she was seeking. “You’ll be fine Elsa,” she muttered her father’s last words to her as she turned back and stepped into the forest. “Woah,” Elsa whispered in surprise as she looked at the forest that now surrounded her. The world had exploded in vibrant hues of reds, oranges, yellows, browns, and muted greens that were truly magical. “This forest is beautiful.” Running her hand along with the bark of a nearby tree she could feel its roughness and it rubbed at her skin causing her to lift her hand slightly. Even then silence was broken only by her own footsteps on the fallen leaves. The forest seemingly had the power to mend wounded hearts. Was this really the same forest her father had been to as a boy? “Is anyone here?” Elsa called out feeling a presence following her. “Hello?” Pivoting she glanced over her shoulder but saw only unadulterated wilderness to greet her. A gentle mist had fallen over the forest she now noticed, which seemed odd since the sun had not yet fallen or had not outside the mist. The forest, however, seemed cloaked in semi-darkness and shadows. “I know you are there,” Elsa started only to be interrupted by a rustling of leaves. Okay, she could take a hint, and eagerly jogged in the direction of the noise. Perhaps whoever it was wanted to show her something. Elsa was patient and would wait if she must. She pondered calling out to the person or spirit ahead of her as their pace quickened, but instead, she jogged down the covered path trying to keep up. Elsa’s breath caught in her chest as she tried to keep up with the guiding spirit. “Slow down,” Elsa called out after a moment stopping to try and catch her breath. “I am coming,” she muttered as she resumed her frantic pace after the quickly fading noises. Halting suddenly Elsa looked up to find the scenery around her had suddenly changed. The painted forest had given way to a vast meadow painted in the brown hues of a dying grass waiting for the kiss of the first snowfall. She could see for what felt like miles and miles. “I..” She started only to feel a sudden wind rustle past her blowing her braid into her face. Wiping her hair from her face, Elsa turned to notice a structure off to her left in the open field. “Stone monoliths in a forest?” Cautiously, Elsa walked in the direction of the massive monuments. They were not built by Arendellians for sure as they preferred a more polished appearance to their stones. Her own father’s memorial stone had been made of a similar stone but this was rough and seemingly unfinished. Why would you put four such stones in a seemingly empty forest? “Why,” Elsa asked as she reached out and placed a hand on the first stone as she stood in its shadow. It was cold to her touch but not unfamiliar. She could feel the same magic radiating off it as she had felt from the mist. “Are you the same?” She asked curiously. Racking her brain, Elsa tried to think back to her father’s story from when she was a little girl. It had been hard to pay attention with Anna whispering in her ear comparing their father’s story to their own make-believe Enchanted Forest. “Far away as far north as we can go stood a very old and very enchanted forest,” Elsa started recalling the story. “But its magic wasn’t that of goblin spells and lost fairies. It was protected by the most powerful spirits of all; those of air, fire, water, and earth.” Elsa said quietly the memories coming back full force now. Slowly she went over the tale in her head until she came to the end of her father’s story. “The Spirits were enraged by the fighting and turned against us all. The spirits then vanished and a powerful mist covered the forest locking everyone out...” Elsa tilted her head as she pondered the story a bit more. In her worry about the story and the spirits, she had asked her father if he thought the forest would one day awake along with the spirits. Agnarr had answered he did not know, but they needed to be ready in case that day came. Angry magical spirit were not for the faint at heart. “Are you here?” Elsa asked as she reached out and laid her hand on the stone before her. “Air.” She touched the monolith carved with the symbol for the air before moving to place a hand on that of fire, water, and lastly earth. Instinctively, Elsa conjured up a flurry of snow as she tossed her hands up as an offering to the spirits of the forest. “Come to me,” she muttered desperately as she tossed another magical blue orb into the sky that burst into a firework of snow and ice crystals. She had never done that before! Curiously, Elsa thought of all the snowman they had made before Anna forgot as she waved her hands, and magically, the snow burst forth into perfectly round orbs and fit together to recreate the snowman from her childhood. It was as if her magic was perfectly in tune with her thoughts and not running rampant like it tended to do. Flicking her hands again, Elsa created a new flurry of snow that settled in the pattern of an elaborately carved ice fountain. “What else can I do,” she told herself as she looked around her once more and to the stone carvings looming over her. “What can you do?” She asked only to receive more silence as an answer. Biting her lip, Elsa turned her back to the monuments figuring they held no more secrets they wished to give away just yet. Still, the wind had seemingly lead her there for a reason. “I am ready to listen,” Elsa called out hoping the forest would give her another sign. “Can you show me?” Elsa asked as she raised her hands shooting out more ice fractals and snow into the air. She could feel the magic inside her growing every day and it scared her. What if it kept growing and she hurt Anna again? Hurt her mother or Arendelle? She needed to find the answers of how to control her magic here in this forest. Sighing Elsa raised her hands again summoning more of her magic. Something had to be there watching her and listening to her pleas. Yet, this time, the wind swept across the plains and blew her snow back in her face. “That’s not funny,” she said with a laugh wiping the snow from her face and hair. “Okay, it’s a little funny,” Elsa admitted as she glanced around her surroundings again. “Have you decided to come back out again?” She said to the wind again, to the air spirit. With a shake of her head, Elsa laughed as she summoned up another burst of snow watching the wind pick it up, swirl it around, and create a swirl of sparkling snow in the sky before dropping it again on her head making hair and clothes sparkle. Only this time when the wind blew the snowflakes off Elsa herself they settled into familiar objects; a horse, a fire, and what appeared to be an Arendellian soldier. Frozen moments in time. “Are you trying to tell me something,” Elsa asked as she reached out and touched the frozen memories intrigued. “I don’t know what it is.” She admitted with a laugh as she glanced around at the frozen statues knowing she didn’t know but she wanted to find out. As if to answer her question, Elsa caught glimpse of lights dancing off in the distance. Red and blue flames dancing along the horizon creating a spectacular light show only rivaled by the aurora that lit up Arendelle from time to time. Cocking her head to the side, Elsa wondered if the forest was trying to tell her something else. Well, there was only one way to find out. “Come on, Gale,” she said to the wind, the name oddly popping into her head unexpectedly as if she had known it all along. As if to answer her question, Elsa felt the Wind Spirit rustle through her hair and wrap around her before dancing off to her left. Laughing she summoned up more snow and shot it off in Gale’s direction watching the wind pick it up and weave a path of light and magic to lead her way. Pulling her hair down, Elsa felt it whip in the wind and could not help but laugh. This feeling it felt like freedom; freedom she never had in Arendelle! Tossing up jets of magical snow, Elsa laughed again as she turned and sprinted after Gale, the Wind Spirit, and the forest.

All thoughts of the voice calling her back to Arendelle forgotten...

#elsa #elsa drabble #elsa: lost in the woods #frozen rp #lost in the woods: part 1

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fericita-s · 5 years ago

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There’s Beauty and There’s Danger Here

A new story in When All is Lost, by @the-spastic-fantastic and me, the canon-compliant stories of Agnarr and Iduna through the years. This takes place the first day after Anna’s injury and the visit to the trolls. It is the first day of the sisters’ separation.

For the Agduna week prompt “First.” Thanks for organizing @queen-iduna-of-arendelle @legacy-from-lies!

Thanks to @the-spastic-fantastic for helping me figure this one out.

***

Iduna stroked her daughter’s hair, learning the feel of this new streak of white which was somehow coarser than the rest of her red locks. Once again, she felt at her wrist for a pulse.

Anna’s heart beat was steady.

Iduna’s was not.

Her heart had not calmed down since the terrible moment when she had seen Anna lying on the ground, Elsa nearby and panicking. Their ride to the Valley of the Living Rock, Pabbie’s healing and pronouncement and his order to keep magic a secret from Anna. Iduna still felt as terrified now as she had during those horrible moments, clutching her daughter while standing amid the trolls, the crushing sensation that nothing would ever be the same again.

She closed her eyes and saw the scene Pabbie had cast into the air. Elsa, tall and queenly with ice floating from her fingertips. A vision of beauty quickly turning to danger as she was ripped apart by a teeming mass of anger and fear.

Iduna shuddered.

Agnarr had believed this warning at once. He was already telling various castle servants that their new duties would be at the academy in town or on the outlying farms owned by the crown and not inside the castle gates. He had ordered Elsa’s bed moved into a different room, her clothes and toys as well. He saw a threat and made a plan. Iduna couldn’t think beyond making sure Anna would open her eyes. The flurry of activity concerned her only in that she hoped it would wake Anna.

It had not.

Pabbie had asked if Elsa was born with the powers or cursed and Agnarr had quickly said born. But the longer that Iduna sat next to the too-still Anna, the more this felt like a curse. What else could it be if it meant Anna’s injury and Elsa’s death? If it meant her daughters would be separated from one another? How could they be a whole family if they were forever fragmented into pieces, fractals never joining, frozen in isolation?

It seemed impossible that she had once thought Elsa’s powers were meant to free Northuldra from the mist, to bring peace between the people of her birth and the people she had learned to live with and love. Was this a curse she brought to Arendelle? Was this punishment for her people starting a battle and murdering a king?

Anna mumbled something and rolled onto her side. Iduna tensed, leaning over Anna to see if her eyelids fluttered or if she made any other signs of consciousness. It had now been eight hours since she had clutched her baby to her chest and ridden hard for the Valley. Another two hours past when Anna usually bounded out of bed, brushing sleep from her eyes with impatient hands, ready to explore and laugh and climb and tug on her sister’s hand, begging her to “Do the magic!”

Iduna felt tears collect in her eyes and run down her cheeks. She turned her head to wipe her face on her shoulder, not wanting to let go of Anna’s hand and Anna’s hair.

***

“Elsa, I know you didn’t mean to hurt her. I know. We are not angry with you.” Agnarr knelt in front of Elsa in her new room, both of them exhausted, both of them unwilling to rest until they knew Anna was awake and recovered.

“But the troll leader said I have to learn to control it. That means I’m not controlling it now.” She leaned her head into his shoulder.

Then, in a whisper, “I hurt her.”

Elsa was wringing her hands, as if she could stop the magic from coming out of them by worrying it away.

Agnarr covered her tiny hands with his. “We can learn to control it, together. Your mother and I will not let anything bad happen to you. Or Anna.”

Elsa hugged him around his neck as snow started to gently fall around them.

It was one of the last times Elsa initiated touch. Agnarr would think about that moment later and wish he had held her longer.

***

“Mama?” Anna’s voice was coarse, like she had swallowed sand. Iduna leaned over her, relief making her feel lightheaded.

“Yes, sweetheart I’m here,” Iduna said, trying to keep her fear out of her voice. She kissed Anna’s cheek and squeezed her hands.

Anna eyelids fluttered as she slowly asked, “What happened?”

“Does your head hurt? You had quite a fall. We were worried.” She reached under Anna’s arms to lift her into a sitting position, eager to get her to drink some water.

Anna opened her eyes and touched the place on her head where the strands had changed to white. “Elsa was there. Is she alright? Where is she?”

“Elsa’s with Kai. She has a new bedroom and they are arranging her furniture. We wanted you to have quiet while you recovered.”

“But I want to play with her. I want her in here with me.”

“Sweetheart, you need to be still and quiet today. I know that will be difficult, but it’s important for your head to have some time to heal.” Iduna hugged Anna to her, and wondered how they could keep Anna and Elsa apart when Anna’s waking request had been for her sister.

***

“Judet, thank you for coming in.”

Agnarr had been calling in the staff all day and sending most of them to different jobs outside of the castle. Judet had been the girls’ night nanny, a job mainly requiring her to put the girls to bed when Iduna and Agnarr were attending evening meetings, state dinners, and other various royal duties. He hoped this would be one of the easier staff changes to make since Judet’s work at the castle had always been minimal. Agnarr hoped she would see a change in her position as a logical decision, not such a shock or an insult like it had been for so many of their beloved servants.

Judet curtsied upon entering. “You’re welcome, Your Majesty. Though I will tell you I know what’s about to happen. Twenty people before me have been called in and all have left with new placements.”

“Yes, that’s true. We – “ Agnarr tried to guide her towards a seat, but she closed the door and made no move to sit. Instead, she clasped her hands and shook her head, bowing it respectfully.

“Begging your pardon, Your Majesty, but you need me here in the castle. “

“What did you say?” With the events of the last day and a half- Anna’s injury, the trolls’ dire prophecies, the tears of his loyal servants, and no sleep in all that time - Agnarr was out of patience. His tone was angrier than he meant for it to sound.

“I know what the design on your coat means!” She whispered, urgently. “And I know what Elsa can do. And if what she can do is becoming a problem, I might be able to help you.”

Agnarr dropped into the chair meant for Judet, not wanting to admit the truth of what she said. What did she mean? How could she know?

Judet waited for him to look up at her before she continued “I’m Northuldra. And that pattern is about powerful elemental magic. That’s what Elsa can do, right? Are you sending the staff away so no one will know?”

Agnarr had never felt less like a king. Or a good father. Someone had already discovered their secret, the one that would mean Elsa’s death if not controlled. And he could not think of anything else to say, any orders to give, any plans to make.

“What . . .what do you want?” He asked hoarsely. Judet looked stunned for a moment and then raised her hands, a gesture of goodwill.

“Nothing, Your Majesty,” she said softly. “Nothing other than to help.” She paused. “I really think I can help.”

He rubbed his eyes again, sleepiness making his thoughts slow. Could she change the course of what Pabbie showed was a curse? He took a moment to collect himself and then looked at Judet. “Stay here,” he said quietly, contritely. “I’ll get Iduna”

***

Gerda had come in with a tray of breakfast food, shushing Anna any time she talked and demanding silence. “Rest is what you need and you can’t get that chattering.“

Her strict adherence to silence and rest was tolerated by Anna only because Gerda also kept handing her sweets to eat, and patting her on different parts of her arm, murmuring how relieved she was that Anna had woken up.

Gerda again urged Iduna from the room. “Your Majesty, please. You need to sleep. You look nearly as tired as you did during the Rock Pox. And remember how you fared then? Go have a lie down. Princess Anna is safe with me.”

Iduna found herself staring at the love-in-a-mist bloom that Gerda had placed on the tray, its white petals beautiful, snow-like. Iduna grew them for spice in the garden, planted in the same rows as the strawberries that were used for depressive illnesses. Planted together, they grew well, the colors of each making the row even more beautiful than either left on its own. The spice and the sweet, the white and the red. She had thought before how that row in the garden was like her two daughters. Now she looked at the lone love-in-a-mist on the tray and thought how sad it looked, how lonely.

Gerda cleared her throat and took a more commanding tone. “Your Majesty. Go lie down. I will stay here and make sure the Princess has everything she needs.”

Iduna nodded gratefully, kissed Anna and left, trying to calculate how long it had been since she had slept. Her hand was on the doorknob to her room when Agnarr called out from the opposite end of the hallway.

“Iduna. Please come. There’s…I need you.”

***

“You’re Northuldra? How…how did you get here?” Iduna didn’t want to say anything about the mist or the forest closing. Judet had always seemed kind and truthful, but this was a big secret to keep. Let her explain where the Northuldra people were and why she couldn’t get to them. It seemed impossible she could really know. How could she have kept it a secret for so long?

Iduna immediately felt a wave of shame; this was a secret she had been keeping from everyone except Agnarr for almost twenty years. She could not fault Judet for staying silent.

Judet took a deep breath before she began, eyes downcast as she gripped her hands tightly together. “My brother and I were on a trading route, selling furs to the towns along the coast. It was about eighteen years ago. We tried to get home, but there was a mist, near the stones. We were shut out. We didn’t know why, but on our next trip to Arendelle, we heard about what you call the Northern Expedition. My brother, Dure, he asked around and learned that only you survived, Your Majesty.” She bowed her head towards Agnarr. “And he also learned what some of the townspeople were saying about the Northuldra. What some of them were doing.”

Iduna nodded grimly, acknowledging the truth of that. She would never forget the body in the woods, the boasts of the men who put it there.

“We traveled some more, trapped and traded, kept trying to get back in . . .but we never could. We were here again to trade during your coronation, Your Majesty, and that’s when I saw the symbols on your coat.”

Iduna raised a hand to Agnarr’s lapel, tracing the pattern. He had set it into his uniform for her, to show her she was a part of him, part of their rule together.

“It’s the elements. Wind, earth, fire, water. I know it well. It’s a pattern of one of the oldest Northuldra families, any Northuldra would know it. And when I saw it I wanted to find out why you had it. Maybe it was just a copy of a pattern you liked, maybe it was something you stole.”

Judet looked at Iduna, her eyebrows raised, perhaps in fear. “And then I heard you sing that song to Elsa and I knew. You’re Northuldra too.”

“Why didn’t you say anything then? Why didn’t you tell me?” Iduna felt slow, like she should be able to piece together questions, but that her hands were too clumsy to do it. Sleepiness was weighing her down. Her exhaustion felt like the mist, impenetrable and hard to see through.

“Begging your pardon, Your Majesty, but it seemed unwise. And when I saw what Elsa could do, and how you wanted that quiet, I kept my thoughts to myself. “

Iduna had an apology on her tongue, but couldn’t quite say it. What was she sorry for exactly? For lying? For making Judet feel she had to lie? Hadn’t she herself been lying more than half her life?

“I don’t know what happened last night, but I know Elsa’s powers have been growing. And I think it has something to do with the elements. With Ahtohallan.”

“Ahtohallan. The river of memory.” Iduna whispered it, a name she hadn’t heard since lullabies were sung to her as a child. “That’s what my lullaby is about.”

“Yes, and remember? Ahtohallan is the source of all magic. Ahtohallan would know where Elsa’s powers come from and why she was born with them. That could be where she controls it, learns how to use it. A gift of magic like that is very rare, but it has happened before. That’s why we have the songs. To tell us where to go and what to do.”

Agnarr placed his hands on the table and leaned forward. “Where is it? How do we get there?”

Judet shook her head. “I don’t know. Just what the song says – where the north wind meets the sea. My brother might know more, we could send for him. He travels up and down the coast this time of year.”

“We’ll send soldiers to find him. In plain clothes. We’ll bring him back and ask him what he knows. Then we can search for Ahtohallan. We can find out why Elsa has this power and how we can keep her safe.” He turned to Iduna, a fierceness burning in his eyes. “We will keep her safe.”

***

“It’s my fault, Agnarr.”

They were finally in bed, and though it had been nearly two days since they had last slept, both felt unable to submit to their exhaustion. To quiet their churning thoughts enough to welcome the release of sleep. They lay facing each other, and at her words, Iduna leaned her head to bury it into Agnarr’s chest.

He put an arm around her to draw her closer and run his hand up and down her back, trying to calm her sobs .

“Sunny,” he murmured. “This is not your fault. This was no one’s fault. It was an accident.”

“But it has something to do with Northuldra. It has something to do with the magic my people could use. I brought that here.” Her words were hard to hear; she was choking them out in whispers, gasping them in the midst of tears. It was like she was being swallowed by a wave of grief, the pounding surf carrying her whispered words away. “And Revna, that was my fault too.”

“No.” Agnarr froze, his hand halfway down her back, the name Revna recalling loss and pain and worry in a visceral way. He immediately felt the terror he had felt the day she was born, when he thought Iduan was lost to him. The day Revna had been born already gone.

“You heard Midwife Jora then. That was not your fault. Sometimes it happens, and no one can control it.”

“But the way she was – the heat, the burning – it has something to do with my people. “ She took a deep breath and drew her face back from his chest to look at him. “I have brought a curse to you. I am marked by magic and our children are too.”

Agnarr put a hand on her cheek. “Iduna, marked by magic or not, you are my wife, my family. I love you. We don’t know why this is happening. It might have to do with Northuldra, and this Ahtohallan place. But it might not. There are other places with magic and stories of magic. We will search everywhere for answers and we will save our daughters.”

Iduna pulled back and put her face in her hands, unable to accept his kindness. Her exhaustion was giving reign to her long-suspected fear that if she had done things differently, her family might be safe now. “If I had told you the truth from the start it would have been better. If I had left Arendelle all those years ago, I would have saved you this pain. Maybe this is payment for my lies.”

Agnarr took her hands away from her face, trying to stop the tide of tears that had begun again, searching for her eyes so she would know the truth of what he was about to say. “Sunny, I love you. I can’t imagine the loneliness of life without you, without this family we have made. You have no fault here. We will solve this, together. For our family. For Anna. And for Elsa.”

He leaned in to kiss her, brushing his fingertips gently along her jaw and Iduna responded, half lost in the familiar taste and shape of his mouth. The warm familiarity of his body as he gently covered her like a shield. They came together needing to feel the solid presence of each other, steadiness in this world of magic that had suddenly become so unpredictable and capricious. To remember that regardless of what came next, they were one. To affirm that there was no curse here, only blessing in this coming together that made lovers out of friends, family out of the lonely.

And when they finally slept, entwined, and their worries came back in the form of half-fragmented dreams of what might happen and memories of what had, they curled tightly against each other, trying to shut it all out and seek the only protection they had known in their adult lives.

#agduna #agduna week 2020 #agduna 2020 #when all is lost #first day post accident #first day of separation #blame the trolls #seriously Pabbie WTH #don't show an eight year old an image of them being killed by a mob #frozen fan fic

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andeverymomentafter · 5 years ago

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Hansanna Holidays 2019

@hansannafortheholidays

Day 3: Ye Olde Traditions

This wound up incorporating more folkloric stuff than Solstice type customs, but tales of the strange and otherworldly are also an old tradition of the season, so I hope it still fulfills the prompt!

Set post Frozen 2. FYI, this does contain some citrusy themes, but nothing over a mild PG-13

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Strange to remember how ready she had been to curl up safely by the hearthstones. How the fire had once held more appeal than the darkness. She'd forgotten that while light brings warmth, those standing in that light were sure to cast shadows. His coming, then, had been as inescapable as the changing of winter into spring into summer into... him. Hans. Her autumn prince.

Her shadow.

Irredeemable Monster.

The words, spoken in the cozy fireside times, were Elsa's, but Anna had tried to use them as a ward. A scrap of iron to defend herself against a revenant that had risen from its barrow and shambled towards the threshold of her heart where it whispered and paced, begging to be heard and seen and named.

Monster. Irredeemable Monster.

The ward didn't work. Nature's magic might sing in Elsa's veins and frozen fractals might dance from her fingertips, but the Snow Queen's words held no more power than any other mortal's. And, they held no sway at all over anything so wholly estranged from the four elements. They could not protect Anna from her pursuer.

He followed her into her dreams. She would writhe and shudder in her bed only to gasp herself awake at daybreak, then press her small fist against her mouth to muffle her frustrated sobs as the last lingering images of him burned away in the flat, grey dawn. Feeling exhausted and hag-ridden, she'd rise and stumble past her dressing table, deliberately avoiding her mirror.

She knew what she would find there. Her own haunted, feverish eyes. Eyes that hungered. Eyes that craved. If she did not see those eyes in herself, Anna reasoned, she could not recognize them in Hans's face, staring back at her whenever they met. She'd forgotten that a haunting needn't be visible to make its presence known.

A breath caressing the nape of her neck. A shiver running the length of her spine. And, most unnerving of all, the feeling of being watched.

She'd never had anything like Elsa's gifts or pristine, ethereal elegance, but the way that Hans looked at her made Anna feel like she was something otherworldly. A huldra. A siren. A creature of bewitching, cataclysmic beauty. A two-faced, double edged, dangerous kind of beauty. His kind of beauty.

Irredeemable Monster.

He was shadowing her down a dark hallway on this, the longest night of the darkest season. The season of witches and wraiths. The season of the Wild Hunt. The sharp, intermittent click of his boot heels dogged her over bare wooden floors. The noise reverberated in Anna's ears, louder than the hooves and horns of any phantasmal hunting party. Anna, however, was no helpless quarry.

She moved down the dim corridor like a will-o'-the-wisp, her customary sober greens and purples set aside for a gown of much lighter in colour. Something that could be seen and tracked in the gloom.

But for the way her heart was pounding, she could believe that she really was such a spirit; nothing but air and flame and will, possessed by the singular desire to lure him, to draw him, to have him.

He has made her so hungry.

Irredeemable Monster.

The words, enticing as fairy music, echoed in Anna's head as she slipped into the portrait gallery. Dozens of eyes watched her from the walls, just as his eyes watched for her from the deep blackness that filled the room right up to the ceiling.

All at once, she darted across the room and out the door, then pressed herself against the wall of the adjoining passage. Hans had cried out when she'd bolted away, and now she listened to his footsteps sprint across the gallery. He burst through the door, taking the corner blind, and she was upon him, twining her arms around him, exultant as a draugr seizing its prey.

He groaned like a desperate, unshriven soul and crushed her back against the wall. Anna caught the gleam of his eyes in the darkness before he ducked his head down to her throat. His mouth, then his tongue, then his teeth were on her skin. Anna clutched at his hair and arched her body into his.

When he began to press his knee between her legs, she took hold of his lapels and let herself slide down the wall, urging him to follow, a siren drawing her sailor down to the seabed.

Kneeling above her, Hans stripped himself of his gloves and tossed them back somewhere in the gloom. He pushed her skirts up around her waist and raked his nails over her thighs. Anna hissed then growled then dragged him on top of her, ensnaring him in her limbs, needing to feel his weight squeeze the breath from her body even as she sucked it back from between his lips.

If Hans was a monster, then he was her monster. If he was irredeemable, then perhaps so was she. If that was the truth, then so be it.

So be it.

In the season of long nights, let love be monstrous.

#hansannaholidays2019 #hansannaholidays #|| my fic #hanna #hansanna #Hans x Anna

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Frozen III: Night of Black Sun-Excerpt Chp 19

Elsa finally confesses that she might have feelings for Honeymaren and Olaf gives those feelings a name.

Full Story Here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13457873/1/Frozen-III-Night-of-Black-Sun

Elsa found herself waking in the middle of the night with no apparent cause. Her eyes snapping open as though the spirits themselves had simply stolen her sleep. Her lashes fluttered against the warmth pressed along her cheek and it took her a long moment to realize that she'd managed to tuck herself under Honeymaren's chin, the latter's hand still resting along her shoulder as though she'd fallen asleep while still rubbing her back.

Carefully, Elsa untangled herself from both the sheets and the limbs that held her. Her head turning down to look into Honeymaren's resting features. Her brows furrowed when that fluttering feeling curled in her stomach and she found herself pushing out of the bed with a heavy huff. A small mumble froze her in place at the bedside before a gentle sigh assured her that she'd not woken her bedmate. As silently as she could, Elsa slipped from the room convincing herself that she just needed a little walk to tire herself out. Then, she'd be back to sleep and wake up tomorrow for her sister's wedding.

Deciding to turn towards the library, she tried to clear her mind of all the things she'd read that day. Of all the things that were swirling through her head. Though as she passed by the study she noticed a flickering light from under the door and gave pause before hearing Olaf's childish voice. Curious, she opened the door to find that her sister hadn't gone to bed and was back at the desk trying to finish up something that surely could have been dealt with tomorrow.

"Oh, Anna you're still awake."

"Yeah, well you know. A Queen's work is never done." A dry chuckle, "Ugh, how did you do this?" Anna greeted her kindly and tiredly before pushing away the papers in front of her.

"I paced myself." Elsa gave her a gracious smile and motioned for her to join her on the couch.

"Oh, that sounds nice." Anna readily joined her, wanting to put all thoughts and responsibilities aside. She rubbed at her eyes, she too had woken about an hour ago having remembered something that seemed so important then but didn't seem as important now, "So why are you up?"

"Well…Actually, you might be able to help…" Elsa's mind drifted back to the book she'd read that afternoon and as she came to sit at the end of the couch in front of the fire she let her fingers play with the hem of her shirt, "I read one of those books Kai had brought you."

"Yeah, I noticed one was missing." Anna gave Olaf, who was looking at a globe with utmost fascination, a look that pleaded for him to find something to do before she came around the desk to sit beside her sister, "What was that one about?"

"Love." Elsa's voice trilled, "Different kinds…"

"Oh, sounds fascinating." Anna moved just a bit closer, sensing the change in mood within her sister, "Elsa?"

"Actually, I wanted to seek your advice on something." Elsa worried her fingers.

"My—my advice?" Completely taken aback, Anna shifted to face her, "Are you sick? Should I call the doctor?"

"No, Anna I'm fine." Her attempt at humor rose and fell on Elsa's face, "And serious."

"Okay, so... What's on your mind?" Anna composed herself and sat up straighter to give Elsa her full loving attention.

"Well, I'm not sure exactly...I feel kind of weird thinking about it only because I've never read anything about what it is and...it feels so good…" Elsa's hands wrapped around her stomach, her face holding an ambivalence of the moment before she fell asleep.

"You're...concerned that you're happy?" Anna couldn't help but rest her hand over Elsa's arm, hoping to bring comfort.

"You know that feeling you told me about when Kristoff is kissing you?" Elsa released to her hold, her hand curling in the one that took hold.

"That warm, bubbly one?" Anna smiled despite herself before tilting her head to catch her sister's eyes. To confirm. A little spark of joy and hope frittering across her chest.

"Yes, no. I mean sort of?" She grimaced, completely at a loss. Eventually she conceded to her heart's cry, "Yeah, that one…" She couldn't lie to her sister.

"Okay...?" A hesitant nod.

"I sort of feel that way too when...when I'm with Honeymaren."

Anna was near to bursting at the sheer adorable helplessness that was her sister right now.

"I want to kiss her...like how you kiss Kristoff." Elsa curled her hand out of her sister's grasp, bringing it up to her heart. She couldn't bring her eyes from the floor, it was dangerous to dream, "I don't even know what to call it…"

Anna was near vibration both with excitement and confusion. Suddenly, Ryder and Kristoff's shared looks and side comments were starting to make sense. Though when she made to speak, Olaf had decided to return.

"Let's call it 'gay'." Olaf had suddenly lost interest in whatever had kept him quiet though truthfully, his maturity had allowed him to feign distraction and allow the sisters to share their moment.

"Gay?" Elsa's head turned sharply, her brows furrowed.

"Yeah, because it makes you happy!" Olaf bounced on his little snowball feet, he could actually feel Elsa's love for Honeymaren through the magic that flowed between them.

"Mm, I like it." Elsa didn't look too thrilled, but Anna pressed forward, "Okay whatever this is. It can't be bad right? I mean, It's just how you feel and there's nothing wrong with that. You deserve to be happy and if kissing Honeymaren like I Kristoff makes you happy then I see no problem."

"Really...?" So dangerous to dream.

"Absolutely. You deserve this, you deserve to be loved, however, it feels right to you." Anna might not have been as well-read as her sister, but it didn't take a large logical leap for her to connect the dots.

Elsa nearly collapsed into her sister from the amount of weight she'd been caring on her shoulders. Her head pressing into her throat as she let herself instill her words into her heart, "When did you get so wise?"

"Well, I do have an amazing older sister." Anna happily wrapped her arms around her sister, holding her tight. Her childish glee returned when the hug began to end and her hands shot out to hold Elsa in place, "You should tell her!"

"Oh, no...I couldn't." Like falling from the top of the North Mountain Elsa's stomach flipped, "I don't want to...seem weird"

"If loving someone is weird. Then we both are. Well, weirder." Anna gave Elsa a firm shake to bring her back from whatever edge she was teetering on. Her eyes wide and her smile bright.

"She doesn't have to."

A soft voice from the door made both women turn, but it was Elsa who shot to her feet. Her eyes darting about as though she were looking for a way out before hesitantly coming just a few steps closer, leaving Anna and her heart behind. Anna took it in stride, merely waving just a bit over the edge of the couch while Olaf climbed into the space left behind by Elsa.

"Ho-Honeymaren!" Cold…she was cold? Her arms wrapped around her as a chill ran down her spine. Her hand came up to press against her heart that was certainly attempting to jump out of her chest. The soft pop and crackle of ice competing with the sound of her heart.

Anna could feel herself near to exploding and before Olaf could ruin the moment, she quickly covered his mouth and pressed them down a bit farther, just enough to see over the back of the couch but not to seem obvious that they were watching. Her eyes bounced like a tennis ball between the two women. As Honeymaren came closer, her eyes shot to the ice that was slowly growing beneath Elsa's feet as though pinning her in place.

"You don't have to tell me anything," Honeymaren's hand slowly rose to cover one of the hands Elsa held tightly clawed over her heart as though if she would let go it would fall straight from her chest, "Because I feel the same way." Her forehead came down gently, completely blocking out everything and everyone except for the goddess before her, "May I?"

Elsa shivered, but not from the cold, her breath forming a small mist as the heat of Honeymaren's breath mixed with her own. No words could escape her throat and she pursed her trembling lips. Her eyes said what she could not and her head tilted just enough to confirm.

"She's so gay." Olaf stage whispered.

"Olaf". Anna chastised but the goofy grin on her lips made her threat meaningless.

When their lips met, an entirely new world of emotions ran through Elsa. Emotions she had been searching for but never knew. The ice that encased her feet silently exploded outward in a beautiful display of the most complex fractals. slowly coming up to make the moment even more magical. A visual representation of a heart exploding with love.

When the kiss ended, Honeymaren pulled back with a quirky smile on her lips before she let out a deep sigh of air that misted between them, "Cool…"

Elsa could feel a tear rolling down her cheek and a mirth twisting her lips as she shook her head at the display. The tiniest little flutter of fear flopping in her belly before she leaned forward once more. This time, their arms wrapped tight around the other. Honeymaren's fingers carding through Elsa's hair in a bid to get the perfect angle while Elsa's clung to her back to remove any space between them.

"We should probably go…" Olaf was already gently pushing against Anna's legs

"Yeah…" Yet, she lingered. She wanted to capture this moment forever. She'd never seen something so perfect, so wonderful as the look on her sister's face. She wanted to cherish it. Thankfully, before things became too awkward. They pulled apart again though their hands twined together.

"Let's go back to bed... okay?" Honeymaren glanced at Anna who was doing her very best to resemble one of the many statues that decorated the study. Though she did throw her a bright smile and a thumbs up of approval.

Elsa could hardly think to breathe, allowing herself to be led towards the doors. Too many thoughts, too many feelings clouding her normally succinct thoughts.

"So that happened." Olaf slipped from the couch to watch the pair grow smaller.

"Yep." Anna joined him with a warm smile before her body sparked with childish glee, "Oh! I've got to tell Kristoff!"

#elsamaren #gay #frozen 2 #frozen fanfiction #olaf

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cindercreated · 5 years ago

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some tag drops of lovely charas.

.*･｡ﾟ★ every inch a queen ( aurora. ) @litttlebeast

.*･｡ﾟ★ as free as the stars themselves ( chloe smith. ) @verbintenis

.*･｡ﾟ★ rainbow cakes and superheroines ( kara danvers. ) @potstickerhero

.*･｡ﾟ★ there is a friend in every clearing you visit ( giselle. ) @enchantedorigins

.*･｡ﾟ★ hold my hand and let’s meet fate ( jasmine. ) @finestprize

.*･｡ﾟ★ he walked toward destiny ( edward. )

.*･｡ﾟ★ she will hit a frying pan in your face ( rapunzel. ) @gloriaque

.*･｡ﾟ★ the little black raven ( diaval. )

.*･｡ﾟ★ to me you are strange and beautiful ( diaval x ella. )

.*･｡ﾟ★ almost there ( tiana. )

.*･｡ﾟ★ my oldest and dearest friend ( snow white. ) @fcirestofall

.*･｡ﾟ★ is spiraling in frozen fractals all around ( elsa. ) @fiiimbulvetr

.*･｡ﾟ★ fierce and proud and steadfast and true ( demelza. ) @challengeborne

#.*･｡ﾟ★ as free as the stars themselves ( chloe smith. )#.*･｡ﾟ★ rainbow cakes and superheroines ( kara danvers. )#.*･｡ﾟ★ there is a friend in every clearing you visit ( giselle. )#.*･｡ﾟ★ he walked toward destiny ( edward. )#.*･｡ﾟ★ she will hit a frying pan in your face ( rapunzel. )#.*･｡ﾟ★ the little black raven ( diaval. )#.*･｡ﾟ★ almost there ( tiana. )#i had a ella x tiana tag but not one just for tiana #.*･｡ﾟ★ my oldest and dearest friend ( snow white. )#.*･｡ﾟ★ hold my hand and let’s meet fate ( jasmine. )#.*･｡ﾟ★ fierce and proud and steadfast and true ( demelza. )#i like having tags and never using them #.*･｡ﾟ★ every inch a queen ( aurora. )

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lovefrozenswan · 5 years ago

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The Lost Waterbender ch 2

The Fire Nation celebrated its victory over the Avatar cycle when they killed the very last Waterbender in the north pole. With no host to be reborn into, the Avatar cycle ended with Avatar Yangchen's execution.

Until 100 years later, when Elsa found that Ahtohallen was more than just memories.

2nd chapter done. I hope you guys like it :) Especially who I introduce.....

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Anna stood at the cliffside overlooking the fjord and held on so tightly to Kristoff she knew she was bruising him.

Arendelle’s destruction was absolute. The rushing water had all but swept it away. The castle was in ruins. The relics of her family, surely lost. All of it was gone due to Anna's decision. Now she would have to lead them as Queen, if they didn’t cast her out. She had no idea how she would live up to Elsa's-

She couldn't even allow herself to think too much about Elsa or risk her knees collapsing beneath her. It had been three days and there were no signs of her sister's return. The Northuldra spiritual leader had told her they believed Elsa to be the 5th spirit of their legend and that she had brought balance back to them all.

At cost of her life.

It was all Anna could do to keep moving.

When Elsa dropped into the icy water below Ahtohallan, her first thought was she needed to find Anna. The voice she had been seeking was her own.. somehow. The fifth spirit. The Avatar. Elsa struggled to understand. She had lived before? The people from her dreams were her past lives? As soon as the voice spoke to her and unlocked this new certainty inside of her, she had lost consciousness.

Then she had visions of Anna in her dreams, while she was frozen in the glacier. Anna had woken the earth spirits and destroyed the dam. Destroyed Arendelle to calm the spirits and right an ancient wrong. She believed Elsa had died. Elsa’s heart broke, she needed to find her sister and help her. And Anna might be the only one who could make sense of what she had found. She kicked towards the light above her, determined to reach it despite the strong current.

Elsa broke the surface with a gasp.

It was all wrong.

When she caught her breath, she saw she was in a bright, frozen ocean. There were a few floating icebergs, but no sign of the glittering glacier of Ahtohallen. Elsa called out for the Nokk and it didn’t show itself either. She was alone.

She pulled herself onto an icy platform and faced the sky. It was clear. The sea was calm, not at all like the dark sea she had crossed. Her heart lurched with questions. Had she drifted that far beneath the icy water? How long had she been inside of Ahtohallen? Is Arendelle really gone-

Her breath was coming in short gasps and she crossed her arms over her chest. Breath. 'I need to focus on something else.' She forced herself to slow down.

Ice sprang from her fingertips into the air and exploded into the bright fractal patterns that she loves, high above her. 'Alright, that still works at least.' she thought. She tried to empty her mind and focus on the ice for a while. 'Anna is safe for now. I am safe for now,' she thought.

It was odd that the Nokk didnt respond. She thought it would be waiting on her. Even odder was the calming of the dark sea and that she couldnt see Ahtohallen anymore.

She settled on not worrying about it for now. She only needed to get home. If the spirits had changed something about the world, it would be clear soon enough.

Watching the ice twist above her reminded her that of course she didn't need the Nokk or anyone else to get home anyway. If she could get back to land she could figure this out and she would be back in no time.

She stepped off the iceberg, the touch of her feet freezing the water beneath her.

“No matter, I can walk to land.” Saying it out loud made it real. She tried to shake the feeling of wrongness. She just needed to see Anna.

“Aang, this is the worst idea you have ever had,” said Sokka, “and youve had some pretty bad ones.”

"Just a few more days here. You saw the Fire Nation ships. They know something has changed too." Aang said, "Besides, arent you supposed to be descended from the water tribe? Where's your 'icy constitution' now?"

"Being related to the extinct water tribe doesnt make me immune to the cold! Especially since you keep hogging all the food and wouldnt let me bring any meat. How am I supposed keep going?" said Sokka, laying flat on his back in Appa's saddle.

"How about I set you down and if you can hunt us one of those tiger seals down there, I will personally cook and eat it with you. I promise." Aang smiled back at Sokka before focusing his gaze back to the ice. His friend was right though. They had been flying Appa over the frozen ocean for three days and seen nothing but penguins, ice, and blue water. It was starting to worry him.

"If we don't miraculously find your Avatar soon, the monks are not going to be happy about our sky bison heist. We can't stay out here forever. I told you all I knew about Ahtohallen from my grandmother and even she never thought it was actually real, just a fantasy for a dead tribe." Sokka continued, "We have to talk about giving this up and trying to beg the monks for forgiveness." Aang wasn't listening anymore, he was looking at a Fire Nation ship far in the distance that wasn't moving. "-we havnt been gone that long. We can just pretend Appa got stuck in a tree and we were saving him-"

"Sokka stop."

"No really, the monks can't prove we went all the way to the south pole with one of the last sky bison-"

"Sokka look at that Fire Nation ship. They never bother to patrol this deep into the ice anymore. What do you see?" Something in Aang's voice got Sokka's attention. He grabbed for the spyglass and aimed it where Aang pointed. Sokka was completely silent for nearly a minute and Aang held his breath the entire time.

"They are fighting someone," he said, voice shaking. "I think its... its a waterbender." He didn't need to tell Aang the significance of that.

Aang nearly shouted. He pulled Appa around and urged him towards the ship as quickly as possible before grabbing his glider. He hoped they weren't too late.

#frozen #frozen 2 #elsa #atla #frozen fic #my writing

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twothumbsandnostakeincanon · 7 years ago

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Severance

Inspired by this post, for @areiton <3 I wrote this on my phone while stopped for construction on 101 so mistakes are considered part of the rustic charm, okay?

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Here’s the thing: Stiles never intended to become the world’s worst pool boy. He’d needed the job desperately when he’d gotten it.

But his manuscript had been accepted by a publisher exactly one week after getting hired. He was not only accepted, but contracted for a three book deal.

And yeah, he could have quit. But he’d been hired through an agency. A really good agency, who gave their employees severance if they were let go by the agency.

The third but was that the agency wouldn’t let you go unless you were fired by every house to which you’d been assigned.

And the fourth but belonged to Derek Hale.

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The idea started out so simple: be the worst pool boy known to the greater Hollywood area, and then collect the severance package to pad the publishing deal he’d be living on while he wrote his next two books.

He didn’t show up for two of his appointments and was promptly fired by those homeowners. At the third house he deliberately shoved handfuls of leaves into the filter and then pretended to not understand why it wasn’t working. His fourth house fired him after he arrived wearing a “Show Me Your Kitties” t-shirt.

The fifth house belonged to Derek Hale.

Stiles had seriously considered staying on just at Derek’s house. The first time he’d seen the astonishingly beautiful man, he’d immediately formulated a plan involving his shortest swim shorts and a stepped-up ab workout.

But he didn’t get the severance package unless he was fired by everyone. So Stiles kissed away his dreams of seducing Derek with his slutty pool cleaning moves, and showed up in his boxers with a cigarette hanging from his lips.

“Sup,” he said when Derek greeted him in the backyard. He was idly swinging the skimmer around in circles, not even looking at the water.

“Not much,” Derek answered, his little bunny teeth peering out from behind a small smile. Stiles’ determination to get fired waivered. God, he was just so fucking cute.

But no. The Severance Package.

“I forgot the chemicals today, hope that’s cool,” Stiles said blandly. “You probably won’t get, like, too much algae growing before next week.”

“That’s okay!” Derek assured him. “I forget things all the time. I forgot to buy milk the last two times I went to the grocery store.” He chuckled at himself and Stiles got lost in the sound for a moment before giving himself a stern little shake.

He pulled his cigarette out of his mouth and tapped the ashes off into the pool. Derek watched them fall, and Stiles watched the muscles around his eyes tighten. This was it-

“Well, thanks for coming!” Derek said. “I’ll see you again next week!”

He strode off into the house, Stiles’ mouth hanging open as he watched.

Damn it. It was a wonderful view, but damn it.

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The next week he showed up in his shortest booty shorts (the ones that had been part of his original plan) and didn’t bring any cleaning supplies at all. He was disappointed when he realized Derek’s car wasn’t in the driveway, but decided to use the opportunity to its fullest potential.

He let himself into the backyard, and then entered the house through the backdoor that Derek never kept locked. He meandered around, spotting a wine rack.

“Oooh!” His favorite rosé lay on one of the rails and he took it out, considering if he was willing to go that far.

He totally was.

He went to the kitchen to dig around in the drawers for a corkscrew and popped it open. He continued wandering around, drinking straight from the bottle. He found himself in front of the stereo, staring consideringly at the iphone dock.

Still holding the wine bottle with one hand, he took out his phone and scrolled through his playlists. Tapping his absolute favorite, he set it in the dock and took another drink while he waited for the first song to start at full volume.

“The snow glows white on the hm-hm hm-hmm, not a hm-hm to be seeeeeeeen.”

He strolled around the living room, looking at the pictures. God, he was just so pretty. Holy shit, was he a library volunteer? Stiles looked closer at the picture and yep. He even had his own volunteer button pin, not just a sticker like they give to the people who show up once a year.

Fuck, the next picture was of him reading to preschoolers, Stiles was actually going to die.

“Let it goooooo, let it GOOOOOO!” He set down the wine on the stereo and tried not to think about how he was about to get fired by the perfect man. “Can’t hold it back any-MOOOOOOOOOORE-”

“What the- what? What’s happening?”

Stiles had completely missed the front door opening. Derek had not missed the performance.

“Oh, hey,” Stiles said, lackadaisical. “I love this wine.” He grabbed the bottle off the stereo and took another drink before handing it out to Derek in offer.

Derek took it, dazed, and stared at the half empty bottle for a moment before looking back up at Stiles.

“My hm-hmm flurries hm-hm air into the ground! My duh duh duh duh duh duh FROZEN FRACTALS ALL AROUND! God I love Elsa. She’s so badass. They totally should have her marry a fire queen in the sequel.” Stiles continued wandering around, making sure to touch every object that looked particularly fragile.

“Yeah,” Derek said distantly. “Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but why aren’t you out by the pool?”

“I didn’t bring any of my pool cleaning stuff. Just slipped my mind.” He grinned at Derek. “Thought I’d check out your abode. Pretty fuckin’ sweet dude.”

“Thanks,” Derek said, with an honest to God smile. An actual fact, true as balls smile. Stiles was stunned.

“Sorry you forgot your things again,” Derek continued with sincerity. “Memory problems can be so hard-”

“Oh my GOD are you seriously this nice??” Stiles threw his arms up in the air and turned away, walking in a circle. His hands landed on his hips. “I got fired by everyone else on the first day!! You can’t possibly believe this is acceptable behavior from a pool cleaner!!” Stiles finally turned around to look back at Derek, and caught him just in time to see his eyes snap up from his midsection to his face.

Derek was frozen. Stiles was frozen. They both unElsa-ed at the same time.

“Were you staring at my ass??”

“You’re trying to get fired??”

“Okay, okay-” Stiles held up his hands palms forward. “Okay. Let me explain. It’s a money thing.”

Derek was silent as he waited for more. When none was forthcoming, he incredulously said “That’s your explanation? ‘A money thing’? How is being the worst pool boy on earth going to get you money?”

“Severance.” Stiles shrugged.

“Oh.”

“Look, my issues are vast and unendingly stupid. What we need to be talking about right now is my ass, and your eyes looking at it.” Stiles was smirking now, arms crossed.

Derek’s cheeks flushed pink and his adorable eyebrows pulled together.

“It’s- I just- I mean-” He blew out a breath, frustrated. “Those shorts!!” he finally burst out. “Your ass goes very well with them!! And the rest of you!!” He gestured widely to all of Stiles.

“The rest of me, hm?” Stiles said. “So let me get this straight: you agree that I’m the worst pool boy on earth. Which means that you’re keeping me around for a reason other than my pool cleaning abilities.”

Derek flushed deeper.

“How about a deal: Fire me. Call up the agency, tell them how awful I am, and I’ll be out of a job with a free afternoon. Completely free to say yes to a date with me, you, and these shorts.” He pointed to his butt. “And possibly, if you keep smiling at me with that adorable face, and tell me about your volunteer work, we can have a second date without the shorts.”

Derek was grinning by the end of Stiles’ suggestion, and already had his phone out.

“Hello, Siren Pool Cleaners? I’d like to report one of your employees…”

#sterek #sterek fic #hands up for my very first sterek only fic #I'll be running back to my steter cave shortly #this blog needs a tag for my bullshit #tumblr fic and kinda fic

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animatedmbti · 7 years ago

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Queen Elsa--INFJ

An analysis of the character as an INFJ throughout the course of the movie Frozen

Young Elsa is fairly serious and reserved, but she also has a very playful side, true to her INFJ personality. She loves playing with her energetic sister Anna, even though sometimes it takes a little effort on Anna’s side to get her excited to play along. Elsa’s strong Fe (extraverted feeling) is clear from even this age in the movie. She finds the most pleasure with her ice powers through sharing them with her loved ones and giving them a great time. In fact, it seems the main motivation for using her powers is the joy of others, a very strong sign of high Fe. We also see her dominant Ni (introverted intuition) at this age. Elsa is very creative with her powers, more in an exploratory fashion than an Fi-users more personal and emotional way. She is more singly focused than an Ne-user, enjoying exploring her powers more and more deeply and seeing what she can create. In this way, she is creative in a strongly Ni-Ti way.

Elsa’s dutiful nature comes not from Si or Te, but from her Fe. An INFJ can all to easily put aside his or her own desires or parts of character in order to make those they care about happy, protect them, and/or support a broader purpose. When Elsa accidentally hurts her sister, she is, as any loving sister would be, extremely devastated. But the aftermath of how she deals with this shows her INFJ personality. When she distances herself from her loved ones, it is out of her strong desire to keep them safe. A classic characteristic of INFJs is the tendency to put the needs of others above one’s own, and after such a frightening experience and at such young age, Elsa exhibits this trait very strongly. INFJs can be plenty dutiful in general, especially when the ones they care about are involved. So when Elsa takes the gloves and follows the words to “conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know,” she takes it to heart with the utmost importance from a place of high Fe. Elsa is also a type 1 in the enneagram, which makes her that much more concerned about doing the right thing.

After the loss of her parents, Elsa, still very young, continues to suffer through a tremendously difficult situation, and what we see is not a healthy development of an INFJ. Still deeply hurt by what she did to her sister, and with her inferior Se (extraverted sensing) on top of it making her that much less trusting of or comfortable with her growing physical powers, Elsa keeps to her self in order to keep the last one she has left—and herself—safe. She also is trying very hard to hold onto something her beloved parents left her and do what she can to be the daughter they wanted, continuing to conceal her powers to the best of her abilities. An INFJ deals best with emotions and emotional pain by communicating with a well trusted person, because the natural way to understand emotions is by first taking them in through Fe and then interpreting them through Ni and Ti. Without that, the inner world can become more and more painful and hard to comprehend and manage, which is what we see happening with Elsa when isolated in her frozen room. Tears can help as well, but this INFJ’s troubles are a bit bigger than that alone can help with. Why doesn’t Elsa try and reach out to someone, then? In her deeply hurt state especially, her young ESFP sister isn’t someone she feels she can or wants to burden, and she also deeply fears hurting Anna, the last close loved one she has left, again, resulting in a sort of door slam to protect her sister. She is also very young, not a mature INFJ who might realize that a friendly listening ear is what she needs. She can’t very well talk to any staff either, as she fears her own safety should her secret get out. But besides that, an INFJ is generally extremely private except for those he or she is very close with; so especially after the devastating loss of the two main people who had filled that role for her all of her life, Elsa feels very lost and alone. She tries to put up a strong exterior. The experience with the Trolls had a similar strong impression on her, with the message later manifesting through her Fe in the way she acts based on the event. We also see a strongly intuitive (and inferior Se) Elsa as opposed to a sensor Elsa in the way that she reverts to her mind rather than attempting to master the physical with her ice powers—as an intuitive, she becomes less and less comfortable with her powers, whereas a sensor likely would have made some effort to work with them, as well as turning more towards this physical escape to ease her pain by nature.

At the coronation, we see a character who continues to try and fill the role that is really her only choice, and the one she imagines her parents would have wanted. This is very difficult for her, as is seen in part by how nervous she is. But INFJs often care too much about their appearance in the eyes of others than is good for themselves. Elsa’s Fe nature has lead her to try and stoically adopt this important social role. She doesn’t want any of herself, or her at this point still freighting powers, to come through. We even see her gaining some satisfaction as she begins to successfully accept her role; this at least is finally something she feels she has successfully accomplished—something her parents wanted. At this point, severely affected by her childhood situations, Elsa is not a healthy INFJ at all: her dominant function is repressed in all positive ways, she tries to be guided by Fe but this also is under used, she has relied somewhat as well on the internal logic of tertiary Ti, and she hasn’t even begun to really integrate her inferior function, Se. Until now, her Ni has primarily been witnessed through her very mental escape and her very focused mentality in holding herself together to achieve the goal of eventually being a successful queen, and of preserving her own safety.

The party at the coronation completely exhausts Elsa’s under-used extraverted functions. It is not uncommon for INFJs to be able to manage surprisingly well through a lot of socializing or physically focused present events, but with a lack primarily of Fi or Si, they are unaware of the negative effects on their own states until it is often too late and they realize how very overwhelmed they have become. Once overwhelmed, it only takes a small push in the wrong direction to make the INFJ fall completely apart. When Anna insists on her very illogical marriage idea, Elsa is pushed over the edge in this way. INFJs can become irritable and quick tempered in such situations, and this was also quite an obviously ridiculous notion to her Ti. So when Elsa flees, it is very much the way an INFJ would exit such a situation—not by first attempting to keep some external order (Te), but fearing what she is capable of and feeling no longer capable of taking more of the situation, shutting the situation out entirely. The accidental unleashing of her powers is also an example of her inferior Se, noticeable by the way it surprises even herself—she is clearly very out of tune with her physical abilities. The lyrics of "Let it Go” here: The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside/Couldn’t keep it in/Heaven knows I’ve tried” shows the crumbling of her INFJ facade in the face of overwhelm.

During the “Let it Go” sequence, Elsa finally begins to embrace her own internal visions and what is meaningful to her with her Ni. She even begins to creatively adopt and explore her inferior Se during the song. The creation of the ice palace then, and all that leads up to it, is in effect an expression of Ni through Se for Elsa. While before she was trapped in unhealthy Ni-Ti, repressed Fe, and entirely unexamined Se, with the new burst of freedom she begins to find a somewhat healthier perspective and self. The lyrics: “A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I’m the queen” are a somewhat ironic reflection of Elsa’s on the role she forced herself into and where it has lead her to find herself now as a result. She reflects on the rules, the wishes of her parents, which she tried to follow so hard, the only guiding advice she felt she had left from them, and she begins to escape from that and more freely follow her Ni in a healthier way, singing “I’m never going back, the past is in the past.” The “perfect girl” that she now says is gone was not an uncommon identity to adopt for the high achieving, perfectionistic, and often people-pleasing INFJ. Consider these lines from “Let it Go”: My power flurries through the air into the ground My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast This is extremely descriptive of an Ni-dominant mind and the sort of creativity that comes with it. The way the palace grows and grows developing on the single idea of the snowflake is very Ni as well. An Ne user might take many other, varying forms and concepts as inspiration, but Elsa’s palace is extremely unified in its design. It is also quite abstract, considering that all of the architecture she has been around (mostly that one room, even!), is extremely different than what she has come up with so suddenly. It is also far more aesthetically focused and has good attention to detail but coming from a very general unifying theme of the snowflake, rather than being more practical and primarily detail oriented, which may have been more the case were Elsa a sensing type as opposed to an intuitive.

When she adopts her glamorous new look, Elsa is really exploring her Se. She is going all out with this creative freedom and moving onwards. She clearly is very much in the moment at this point, which is a very good sign of Se. Because it is the inferior function, INFJs can sometimes get caught up in Se, engaging fully in the present and forgetting about past or future. With Ni-Se, they are also often drawn to the finer things, so it’s rather fitting for this INFJ in the excitement of Se to create a thrilling outward change of character.

But in her isolated icy life, Elsa is still not a happy or healthy INFJ. She has moved more into a somewhat healthy future-oriented mind frame and accepted that she can let go of the unfitting role she tried so hard to fit herself into, and she is exploring her powers and other aspects of her self more freely and outwardly. But she still has hardly any outlet for Fe or sharing emotions, and when we compare this Elsa to the Elsa at the closing of the film, we can really see clearly that she is not happy, only trying to be strong and do what she thinks is the best for everyone, telling herself she is happy because of this. And indeed, the freedom from the great social expectations, the role filling, the dutiful exterior—this does bring her happiness. Were she a high Te user, this likely wouldn’t be so much the case: instead of feeling happier because she imagines she is doing the best thing for everyone (Fe), she would probably exhibit more signs of guilt for leaving her post as the queen (Te), but this isn’t the case. She may not be happy overall, but the part of freeing herself from the past in the very least did make her happier (and that is because she is a dominant Ni user)—that, and the Fe driven belief that her isolation is benefiting her people. One of the main motivations of a strong Fe-user is to keep the social harmony, and this is exactly what Elsa is doing by isolating herself.

When Anna comes to visit Elsa in her ice palace, it is once again an unhealthy personality that accidentally harms her sister and ends up driving away exactly what she needs the most—loving family. Elsa has resigned herself to this new way of life, as described above, and she has decided that she won’t go back to the past—‘this is what is best for everyone, and I must keep moving forward like this to keep the harmony.’ So even though she is moved to see her sister, she asks that Anna leave not because she is stuck in the past but because she is more stuck in the future that she sees as logically needing to be the case (Ni-Ti). Both Ni and Si dominant types can become immovable from their perspectives, it can be extremely difficult to change the minds of either once they are made up. An INFJ, especially an unhealthy one, can really too heavily on his or her intuition; and once INFJs feel they are right or know what to do, there is not any simple convincing them otherwise. The difference is that the Si user will rely on sticking with the past and what has worked well before, whereas the Ni user will toss aside the past and single-mindedly move towards the future and what is intuited (and reasoned, with Fe and Ti in this case) to be the best way to proceed.

A looping or unhappy/healthy INFJ can become quite irritable and even quick tempered if pushed too far in the wrong way. With the creation of Marshmallow, we witness the inferior Se rage an INFJ can have. The arrival of the armed men is met by the same fiery Se with Marshmallow, and it is a very frightened Elsa that ends up almost harming the men. She is more developed in her inferior function, continuing to act but not thinking as much. When Hans (ENFJ) tells her not to be the monster the people fear she is, Elsa’s wall of Se drops away immediately. Hans has cleverly addressed the Fe nature of Elsa’s personality—she does care what others think of her (it was most of the reason she kept going so long before the way she did), the last thing an INFJ would want to be viewed as is a monster, since they pride themselves on their notable strengths as healers and protectors. No type would want to be called a monster, of course, but it seems an especially immobilizing blow for Elsa as an INFJ—a thinker may more easily have been able to keep thinking through the situation and not be so unavoidably hurt in the moment as Elsa clearly was.

Elsa’s part in the act of true love that saves her sister, the blow that hearing she was responsible for her sister’s death—it all is simply part of a loving sister’s character rather than type. But in the very ending, when all is well again, there are some definite signs of Elsa’s INFJ personality. Elsa is finally happier, for real this time. She has finally made a connection with her sister, but that isn’t all of it. Before, Elsa was trying to be a certain member in her society, to traditionally fill a role that met standard expectations—but that wasn’t her at all. At the end, Elsa is happy not mainly because she can finally fulfill her role as queen successfully, but because she can give to her people, even if it is in a rather unusual way. Love, not fear, is the answer. Elsa not only gets things back to normal, but she thinks creatively to do all she can and give the people a wonderful time, again thinking first of the overall happiness and being very positively affected by it as a very empathetic type. There really isn’t much Te or Si to the happiness of the ending. The joy doesn’t come from a role well done or a need practically met, but rather from a very original celebration that shows Elsa is very much her own kind of queen now. She doesn’t even seem to find particular joy in organizing the event, simply stepping aside and enjoying the time freely with her sister and letting the joy spread however it wants to.

I hope you have enjoyed this character analysis of Frozen’s Queen Elsa on why she is an INFJ. Thank you very much for reading!

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forkanna · 3 years ago

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NOTES: Wow, that was quite a response to just reposting the prologue! Hopefully you all enjoy the rest of this fic as much as you've been anticipating it; I know it's been a lot of buildup to it, unintentionally I promise you. Here you go, better late than... well, you get it.

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The next morning had been a hard one for Anna. School just felt strained and weird without knowing for sure where her mother was. Punz helped her through it, and she managed to do most of her classwork, but her mind kept wandering off.

Tomorrow was the earliest they could report her missing to the police. Of course, she had a feeling that it wouldn't matter one way or the other, but it was the strongest hope that she and her father had. Knowing what they knew about time travel, they had refrained from calling John or Wendy for the time being; she might come back.

She had to come back.

So when she walked into the living room after school and saw her mother sitting on the couch, looking quite weary but whole, safe, normal, she ran into her arms. It didn't even occur to her to ask about her father, or what she was doing there, or anything else. Need overrode curiosity.

"MOM! Oh my god… oh Mom, you completely freaked me out, I didn't know what happened!"

Elsa wrapped her arms around Anna, hugging back just as a tight as a sound halfway between a laugh and a sigh spilled from her lips. "My angel… I'm so sorry for worrying you like that. Really."

Anna felt her eyes well with tears. She had been unwilling to truly face the idea that Elsa was truly gone, but seeing her here threw into sharp relief just how much she had been terrified. Her arms grew tired as she held on, but there was nothing that could make her let go. Not at this moment. Even the mere thought had her arms tightening their hold, squeezing just a little harder.

"Please don't leave again," she said softly. "Not- not without telling me first. Dad- Dad came home last night and we were gonna go to the cops and-"

"Shh…." Elsa hushed her, inhaling deeply. "I promise I'll never do that again without telling you. I'm so sorry, Anna."

Tearfully, Anna drew her head back, just enough so she could look in Elsa's eyes. "Where did you go? Did I… did I do something?"

Oh God. Elsa could see the forty-something version of her daughter, asking that same exact question. "No, no, baby. No you didn't do anything."

"But you just left me…" Anna's words, cracked and small, were also so heartfelt. So sincere in their pain that it made Elsa want to cry, too. How could she even have thought of giving this up? Of leaving the person who, truthfully, had become her entire world?

"I waited until the day your father would come home. That way, you wouldn't be without someone to… look out for your well-being, no matter what came to pass."

Clearing her throat and sniffling, Anna pulled back and gazed at her mother. "What… came to… Mom, what happened? Where did you go?"

"I was figuring some things out. Took a few weeks. And I've come to some decisions." She took a deep breath, then let it out very slowly before she took both of Anna's hands. "I'm not leaving you."

"Okay. I'm… b-but you made it sound like you… wanted to?"

"Not 'wanted'. But I thought it might be best." She released her hands. "However, there are going to have to be a few changes around here."

Still incredibly relieved at not losing her mother, Anna slumped downward. Then she said, "Okay, okay. You want me to stop hitting on you? Is that pretty much it?"

Elsa nodded slightly. "For now. I'm… willing to revisit that at a later date, but you have to promise me something. From now until you are in college, this stops. We have to learn to keep our hands to ourselves. It's going to be difficult, I know; we've already proven that it will be. But that's very important to me. You might technically be of age, but… you're my child, and you live in my house. There's no pretending that won't affect which of us has the power in a… in… well, in a romantic relationship."

"O-oh." Anna wasn't sure what to say. This sounded like bad news, but it also sounded like there was some good news attached. "But… what about when I'm in college?"

Only now did Elsa smile slightly. "Depends. I want you to really take this time to think hard about you and I. We both will. And we'll try our best to be a normal family. I'm never, ever going to stop loving you!" Her smile faltered slightly, and she looked away with red cheeks. "And if, once you're out on your own, not… being 'parented' by me, you still want to be something more than mother and daughter… we can try that. I know it's a long time-"

"Oh, Mom," she breathed, crushing her with her arms again, sore as they still were. "God! Of course, I… oh I'm sorry, I'm so dumb, I kept trying to… I d-don't know, I'm stupid, I'm so stupid!"

"Shhhhhh." It was soothing and sweet, and she kissed the crown of her head. Anna hummed a little through her tears, glad for the gentle gesture. "It's okay. Everything's okay, Anna; you're going to be just fine."

"B-but what if we try it, and I hurt you somehow? Make you sad th-that your daughter is… disgusting?"

"Don't ever think that. Even if I've been a little disgusted by your desires, by my own, that does not mean I think you are 'bad' or… or anything! And it never did. Do you hear me, sweetie? You'll always be my sweet Anna, whether or not I can handle you being my Tori at the same time. Always."

With renewed vigour, Anna hugged her mother so aggressively. Elsa returned the expression – and, where once she would have hesitated, now there was no sign of that reluctance. It was just what Anna needed.

"I should… really call Punz," she said finally. "Let her know what happened."

Elsa's lips quirked. "I should probably ring your father," she said. Still, neither of them moved. If anything, Anna seemed unable to stop herself pressing closer.

"What if… what if I can't?" she whispered. Even in that low tone, it was obvious she was scared – terrified – of something. "You want me to stop until college, but what if I can't? Or, if I slip up? Mom, I can't lose you just because my balls get ahead of my brain sometimes."

Squeezing tight for a second, Elsa chuckled and closed her eyes. "Accidents happen…" she began. It wasn't good enough.

"No! How can we trust that it would even be an accident when I want you so bad? It hurts, Mom!" Anna sniffled. "It hurts to have you so close sometimes when I want so much more but you… don't…"

"Anna, listen to me." Elsa had Anna's face clasped in her hands, giving her the ability to look directly into her eyes. "You have no idea how much I want you. But right now is the wrong moment. For you, for me… and sweetheart, you need to think of Punz, too. That girl adores you. And-" Elsa lowered her voice, though she smiled now, too. "I would love to be her mother one day, too. Well, mother-in-law."

"That still doesn't solve this problem," Anna said. Her words were monotone, but she felt herself blushing at Elsa's suggestion. It was easier to deflect than it was to think on the future and whether or not Punz would be part of hers.

"You're right. But I guess what I've realised is… this problem is not worth me leaving you behind. I want to work on it together. And if we slip up again, we will deal with it like adults. We aren't animals who have no willpower."

"Are you sure?" she asked with a weak laugh. "You came pretty close that morning."

At that, Elsa leaned in and whispered, "I really did. I was very close." The double meaning made Anna's cheeks grow yet rosier. "But I'm serious; I won't try that while I'm 'in charge' of you. That's not right. Even if we try to treat each other equally, we can't be equals until you're out on your own. And I'm not going to let you drop out of school or anything like that, before you ask," she warned.

"Damn, you caught me," Anna hissed, and Elsa chuckled. "Still Mom with your freakin' parenting chess moves, ten steps ahead. Man… that's so long, though."

"Is it? I know it seems that way to you, because you're young."

Sighing, Anna admitted, "Maybe not. And you're right, like… the past couple of weeks have been great! Not just the parts where we flirted, but everything. All three of us hanging out together was nice, too."

"See? We can make that work. And as I said, if I know you're making advances on purpose, then I will have to leave until you've graduated. Just for my own sanity, and to make sure I don't hurt you – and then I'll come back. But a few slip-ups here and there can be forgiven, Anna."

Anna's hand stroked up and down Elsa's side for a moment. Again, she didn't flinch away, but she started to look a little less comfortable, so Anna stopped. "Okay. I… don't really get the whole 'I can't be in charge while we're dating' thing, because like, you parenting me is totally separate. But I do trust you, Mom. So… so I can try it."

"Not as separate as it should be. But thank you, Anna," Elsa said honestly. She was smiling, too, so that was a good sign. "Now I really must contact your father." She got up and was halfway to the kitchen before Anna spoke.

"Hey, Mom?" she asked. Elsa turned.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

Suddenly, Anna felt very gun-shy and guilty. Like she was going to ask her mother for a treat after her father had already said no. "Can I ask a favour?"

"Of course!" Elsa turned more fully towards her daughter, and Anna felt her mouth grow dry. Just for a second, but it was more than enough, really.

Swallowing hard around a lump in her throat, Anna looked away. "Can I… have a kiss?"

Her mother answered with a sigh, but it was more weary than truly upset. "That would seem to defeat the purpose of giving us this dry period, wouldn't it? Unless you just mean a cheek-kiss."

"I didn't," she admitted readily. "Um… and I do kinda get what you mean? Cooling off to make sure this is what we really want, cause we can't put the toothpaste back in the tube. But like, I already did that. The past couple weeks were me trying not to feel things for you, and it didn't work. But if you want to try for longer…"

"I think, if a few more months go by and you still want me the way you did a couple of days ago, then it will prove that we're really intended to be that for each other. And if the feelings fade for you, then won't it be better that we never went too far? That we never… crossed the line that cannot be uncrossed?"

Anna was having trouble wrapping her mind around what Elsa was trying to get through to her. What would be the difference at this point? She already let her go down on her once before, even if it was her younger self and not this mother standing in front of her now. But she supposed there was probably some wisdom in this plan that she simply hadn't considered.

"Just tonight," Anna whispered very quietly. "Like, to get it out of my system. Then tomorrow, we can go back to 'Mom' and 'daughter' and all that, and… see where we end up when I go to college. And I know, I sound like an ungrateful brat, and it's demanding, a-and… I'm sorry. But I think it'll drive me nuts if I never get to touch you from now until I'm out of the house!"

"It's not a good idea, Anna." But she relented. "Fine. But you have to make all the moves. I already basically attacked you in 1985, and now that I really am your mother…"

That part, Anna could understand. Especially after she explained the whole 'being in charge' aspect; if she was worried about wielding power over Anna, she would give it all to her. Smiling, Anna placed her hands on Elsa's waist. "Just a kiss. Maybe it won't even feel right and we won't have to worry about anything more."

Both seemed to realise at the same moment how silly a thought that was. Anna could feel it already, that pull. Her mouth was no longer than dry – no, she was almost salivating at the thought of doing this again. Her cheeks warmed and her heart picked up, trotting in her chest as she took a step closer.

"Just a kiss," Elsa echoed, though her voice had suddenly lost its power.

Biting the inside of her cheek, Anna leaned forward. Elsa wasn't much taller than her – wasn't much taller than she had been in '85 – but still Anna missed. Her lips found Elsa's chin, and Elsa let out a snort of what could have been laughter.

Anna didn't correct herself upward, however. Contrarily, she moved away from Elsa's lips, grazing hers down to lave at her mother's throat.

"Anna…" Elsa tried. It was meant to be a warning, but instead it came out hoarse and throaty. A small noise slipped from Anna as she wrapped her hands more solidly around Elsa's waist. It was more of a hug now, and it had the side effect – intended or not – of bringing them even closer together.

Eyes sliding shut, Anna merely enjoyed the taste of her mother's skin. She felt gentle fingers tangling in her hair, and was prepared for when Elsa tugged her away. Even if it was a gentle distancing.

"This isn't quite what we agreed to," she sighed nervously. But she could see her mother was uncertain. Guilty. There had to be a way she could remove that guilt. What would make this woman she adored more comfortable with her how much she adored her?

"Elsa… you can call me 'Tori' tonight if you want," she murmured. "If that makes it easier. I could even dress up in 80s clothes or something? Like… since the whole problem is me being your daughter, I could be her instead."

At that, Elsa let out a soft laugh. "I didn't know we were doing an all-night affair. But… well…"

"Well?" Anna asked after a few seconds passed and her mother didn't finish the thought.

"I did ask Kristoff to get a hotel room. Give us space enough to figure things out." Anna drew back to see Elsa looking ashamed, but also smiling very slightly. "Not that this was what I had in mind. Just wanted to be prepared for any… eventuality."

For a few seconds, Anna had to suppress the tingles burbling up through her body. From very specific places. Elsa had planned for them to sleep together. Not as an intention, but a precaution – though that was still more than she had hoped lips pushed into Elsa's neck again, hearing a sigh. Then she whispered, "What if I just keep kissing? All over?"

"An- Tori," she corrected, and Anna smiled against her neck.

"You don't have to do anything back. I'm good. But… I want to try this out. See how far I can get before you need me to stop. Or before I need to stop."

"Let's just stick to kissing above the waist." When Anna pulled back to grin at her, head starting to duck downward, she hastily added, "Above the shoulders! Jesus Christ, how did I raise such an opportunist?"

"You didn't; the other Anna probably wasn't as bad as me. And she also wasn't as hot for you as me…" Knowing she was pushing her luck, she leaned up to whisper into Elsa's ear, "And I'm pretty hot for you right now."

Elsa let out a sharp breath that was probably covering something else. "Anna…" she tried one last time. This one felt breathier and needier than before, and Anna could feel the warmth pooling just below her navel.

"I just want you," Anna said softly. "To touch you… in whatever way you let me." Her hips rolled very slightly against Elsa's – not enough for any real friction, but certainly enough to give truth to her words. Elsa gave out another shuddering breath. "But for now, a kiss will do…"

And she did just that, sealing their lips together once more. Elsa sank down into it as if it were a warm bath, perhaps grateful that she no longer had to speak. It didn't really matter.

Slowly, Anna began to back away, leading them back to the couch. It seemed safer than heading for one of the bedrooms. It took Elsa a moment to realise what she was doing, but when she finally caught on she wasted no time in guiding Anna. Despite what she had said, she seemed to be a little less willing to stop now.

But finally they were seated, a strange parody of that moment in Doc's car. Anna had little doubt that she wanted to try paying her mother back for what she had done there, either. Hopefully Elsa felt the same.

Anna slipped her tongue between Elsa's lips, and she only groaned and accepted it with her own, leaning back until she was lying on the couch with Anna over her. Her arms never tightened around Anna, and she never gripped her shoulders; only laid her hands gently on her biceps. Seemed she was deadly serious about not making any 'moves', after all.

When they broke apart again, Anna's hips still grinding, Elsa warned her breathlessly, "This is… more than a kiss."

"Yeah. But hey… tonight is our night, huh? Like, the last one to be Tori and Elsa."

"It is. Even though we aren't going as far as you think we're going," she told her, resolve returning as she pointed a finger up at her.

"Right, I get it. So…" Biting her lip, she got up from the couch, leaving Elsa briefly confused. "Let's do it. Let's dress up."

What an adorable blush crept into the middle-aged woman's features. "Oh, you… were serious about that?"

Dancing backward a little, she said, "Remember that outfit I made you buy? The one that you said you wouldn't wear out of the house, short-shorts and crop top? You can put that on, and I'll find some stuff in my closet that makes me look really… different. Really Tori for you. And I'll change my hair, and wear the shoes from the dance!"

"Oooh," Elsa sighed at the mention of the shoes. Apparently, that was such a strong tie to the memory of going down on Anna that it instantly heated her up. Then she cleared her throat. "Well… I suppose it wouldn't hurt to simply look the parts. Might help create necessary boundaries."

She knew what her mother really meant; it would help assuage her guilt if they were recreating the past, instead of forging a new, sinful future. Clapping her hands, she started to head for the hallway. "You just wait! This is gonna be amazing!"

"I hope you're right," Elsa chuckled as she started to follow her. They were both going the same way, after all. "But I just wanted to reiterate..."

Hesitation. So she prompted, "What?"

"No matter what happens… I'm always going to love you. That was never in danger at any point, Anna."

"I know. Don't worry, we got this. Promise-promise."

"Now, that sounds familiar..."

Anna had no way of knowing what Elsa meant; she hadn't said it yet, after all. But she was all smiles as she retreated to her room with glee, only sparing Elsa one last glance over her shoulder to see her mother was standing in the doorway to her own room with a bemused smile on her blushing features.

Still so beautiful.

To Be Continued…

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NOTE: HAPPY FROZEN II DEBUT! Enjoy the last chapter for a bit! We promise, you'll have part 3 (the final arc of this continual storyline) soon as we can get it edited properly! Until then, see ya and enjoy the new movie!

Jessica X and Fruipit

CHAPTER 11

After dinner, they tried to just hang out and be comfortable with each other again, and they did succeed. To a degree. It wasn't completely the same, but at least they could talk and laugh, enjoy each other's company. That was the most important thing.

Still… something was missing, and it couldn't be denied. Anna knew, deep in her heart, that it was the Elsa-Tori component to their relationship. They had tried ignoring it, and it almost worked; they were able to share small moments, talk about their days. And that part was great! But that desire always rose to the surface again at some point.

Elsa might have been older, but this version of her was glamorous and attractive. Anna had never had a 'thing' for older women, either; this was completely new territory. In fact, she didn't develop crushes beyond simply thinking someone was cute on a regular basis. Apparently, it had to be giving her own mother a simple massage that forced her to admit her feelings.

Then there was Punz. How would she feel about this? That she still had these feelings, that they weren't all left behind in the 80s? What a minefield she had stumbled into!

When bedtime came close, she waited for Elsa to announce that she was going. Then Anna followed her into the bedroom. She was silent as she watched Elsa unbutton her shirt. Then, as she was unzipping the side of her skirt, she turned… and saw her there.

"Yes?" she asked as mildly as she could. When Anna only shrugged, she said, "I really don't know if it's very smart for you to stand there while I change."

But Anna didn't reply. After a few seconds, Elsa opened her mouth as if to speak further. But instead, she closed it again and finished unzipping the pencil skirt, letting it drop to around her ankles.

Anna had to swallow a couple of times. Sure, Elsa's body wasn't 17 years old, and there were signs of it. Subtle stretch marks and cellulite was present – perhaps Elsa thought the sight would run Anna off. Make her realise that she was thirty years older and Anna wasn't interested.

If that was her intention, it had the opposite effect.

Talking would have ruined it, Anna felt, so she said nothing as she stepped forward. Elsa had crossed her legs where she stood, and she didn't keep going. Waiting for a reaction. Still, she seemed mildly surprised when Anna bent down to pick the skirt up. Elsa had to move so she was no longer standing in it, and while she kept her eyes trained on her daughter, Anna actually kept hers lowered. She didn't want to see what was on her mother's face. Not yet. So she picked the skirt up and set it on the duchess.

Then, she approached her mother. Before Elsa had a chance to back away further, Anna's nimble fingers were at the hem of her blouse, fingers slowly undoing the bottom buttons. There was a gasp, but no complaint.

When she slid the shirt back and off, Elsa began to whisper, "Listen… Anna, I don't think you realise what-"

"No," Anna whispered, raising a single finger to rest against her lips. Her mother's eyes widened a fraction of an inch. "Not 'Anna' tonight."

"We can't. Please, I don't want…" But Anna was fixing her with a pointed stare. And for the first time since she had arrived in this alternate present, Elsa looked just as scared and confused as the Elsa she had left behind in the past. "Tori, I don't know if I could live with myself afterward. And you know why."

At least she respected Anna's wish. That deserved Anna respecting one of hers in return. "I know. And I get that, but… I don't know if I can handle dancing around it."

"What dancing?" Her lips quivered, and she raised a hand to cup Anna's cheek… and she felt gooseflesh burst out all over her arms and legs. "I know what I want. But I can't have it. Don't you understand that? We have a hard time resisting this pull, but I can't… I still don't want to hurt my little girl!"

The tears were coming. Trying to head them off, she whispered, "I'm not a little girl anymore. Maybe I'm your daughter, but I'm no child. We are both old enough to know what we want – and we are both crazy about each other. What else matters?"

"Only everything!" As the moisture collected at the corners of her eyes, Elsa chanced a weak little smile. "Crazy about me, huh?"

"Yeah. I don't really get it, either; I mean, I still like Punz just as much as I did before, but you are so…" Her words ran out, so instead she only pressed a hand into the one cupping her cheek, holding it there while she let her eyes fall closed. Basking in this closeness that they could only so rarely enjoy.

"I may have exaggerated how over Tori… over you, I was," Elsa admitted, and it was clear to Anna that it had been a struggle for her to say. Still, progress, she thought. "I still want you. But I don't know if I can handle the repercussions."

"I know I could." Anna slipped into a sitting position on the bed, pulling Elsa around to face her, burying her nose in her stomach, planting feather light kisses on her abdomen.

Elsa exhaled sharply, the sheer eroticism of the moment not lost on her. "Wait. Stop." Anna complied, although she looked mildly hurt. "I don't want to do this to you," she started before Anna cut her off.

"Do what, Elsa? I'm an adult, I can make my own decisions and I'm telling you I want this!"

"You want to cheat on Jennifer?" Elsa shot back, a brief flash of anger in her voice. "You want to become some kind of heart breaking monster? With your own mother, is that what you want?"

The guilt hit Anna like a freight train and she felt herself coming apart a little. Elsa pulled her close, the hug turning more platonic as her voice turned gentler again.

"You want to do this, Tori? Lets do it right, or not at all. Heaven knows I'm going to struggle with this madness enough as it is." Elsa stroked Anna's hair as she reflected that never before in her life had getting something she wanted hurt so very, very much.

"Elsa…" She let that much slip. Just enough, the amount needed to show that she still saw her that way. Then she hugged back harder. "Okay. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be so pushy… just… wh-when I want you so much…"

She could feel her mother nodding. "You haven't had thirty years to figure out your feelings like I have. Everything's so fresh and new, especially sexuality… I tried to tell you that was the difference. Why I'm trying to navigate this for both of us. Not because it's impossible for you, but because it's… harder without as much experience. That's all."

"I know, Mom. I know. Maybe at first I thought you were kind of… treating me like a kid, and you still kinda are, but I know you're not doing it to be mean! God!"

"Of course not. I love you so much… I never would want to hurt you, even the slightest amount!"

Drawing back, Anna kissed her lips very briefly, and she felt Elsa's shock. But she drew back right after. "You wouldn't be. And if I thought you really don't want to… be with me like that, I'd back off. But between you waking me up like that, and that foot massage… and how good you look right now…"

"I look old," Elsa tried to correct her, cupping her cheek. "And I am. You should be with someone your own age. Even if it wasn't Jennifer, someone a little closer…"

But Anna couldn't focus on the latter part of that. She could only focus on the former. "You think you look 'old'? And that's it, not 'good for your age', or 'DAMN what a hot mom'? Bullshit. You're amazing."

"Anna, that's not… normal," she said, cheeks turning darker. "You shouldn't be attr- like older women. You shouldn't want to be with… me…"

"But I want to!" Anna cried. And yeah she really felt like crying because Elsa was half-naked next to her and she was craving. So. Bad. The peaks of Elsa's nipples still stood out against her chest, though not so much as before. Good. That was for the best. It reminded Anna of that moment on Doc's couch, testing the waters with Elsa. Testing herself, too.

She knew how upset Punz would be about this development. And it wasn't one of those 'too-late-to-turn-back-now' kinds of things. They absolutely could recover from this; choices were involved. Deliberate choices.

Closing her eyes, Anna surged forward, pressing her lips solidly against Elsa's. They stayed there, kneading softly, before she backed away. Swallowing her tears, she stood from the bed. Elsa looked exactly how she felt: flushed, aroused. Sad. But she at least still managed a soft smile, gentle even though it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"I think… it's time for bed, Anna."

"I'm sorry, Mom… I'm really, really sorry."

"Goodnight," she croaked. Anna just nodded and retreated to her room.

It took a very long time to fall asleep that night.

~ o ~

The next few days were awkward. Anna hadn't had a chance to talk to Punz, and each moment that passed just made it hard to bring up what was on her mind. Jennifer, bless her soul, didn't pry, even though she knew something was up.

And Anna didn't push her mother any further. The morning after, she woke up horrified to remember how forward she was. With all they had discussed before that! She knew that she was right about how strong their attraction was, but at the same time… Elsa was right, too. They couldn't be together. No one would ever accept a mother and daughter dating; not a biological pair like they were. Between that and the part where they also still wanted that mother-daughter relationship at the same time, it was a huge problem all around. Telling herself that didn't help as much as it should, though.

Finally, she did break down and tell Jennifer on their way home from school Thursday. And she was upset, and did try to reprimand Anna a few times, but with all the sobbing Anna was doing she eventually gave it up as useless. Not to mention adding insult to injury.

"Guess it was too much to hope that you could just say 'the past is in the past' and the feelings would go away," she finally whispered into Anna's hair after twenty minutes of gross feelings being expunged.

"I'm sorry!" she growled into Punz's jacket lapel. "I tried, I really did, I thought I could do it, but she's just… I can't forget, I can't!"

Hands caressed up and down her back for a few seconds. "You don't have to forget. You just have to move on. That is possible, you know. So… maybe it's time to really think about… seeing someone. Professionally."

Anna nodded pathetically. "I know," she said softly. "It's… been mentioned…"

Punz made a soft noise, her hands gently scratching through Anna's hair. She was silent for a moment, but at least this silence wasn't judgmental at all. When finally she did speak, it was to say something so entirely unexpected that, had Anna still been crying, it would have been enough to shut her up.

"What if… we went to see Doc Pabbie?"

"Um…" Anna began as she stared at her. The idea was so ludicrous that at first she had no idea what to say. "Punz…you know he's not like… that kind of doctor, don't you?"

Punz nodded, a quick jerky movement that had her looking more excited than anything. "I know, but he's a genius!" she said, leaning back enough so she could see Anna proper. "He's got a time machine. He's probably been to the future! Why don't we just ask him for some… y'know… help?"

"Well…" Anna didn't know what to follow that up with. "Well, I… guess it couldn't hurt. But I still don't know what you think he could do for us."

"Has to be better than feeling like a weird mother-lover all the time." Patting her knee, she nodded at the steering wheel. "Come on. Let's go see what he has to say."

~ o ~

"Great Scott."

Sighing, Anna flopped back into the couch. That had been about what she expected from him: a muttered oath of surprise and no true answers. "Yeah."

"Hmm. For some reason, I had not suspected it would continue to grow more wildly out of control in such a fashion, especially once you had been returned to your original time period… but apparently, this inexorable pull of yours can't be held back with a few choice words."

"It's kind of freaking me out by this point. Like, we both have been actually trying to just be… family, and then this. And I do love Punz!" Here, she picked up Jennifer's hand and squeezed it, and got a squeeze in return. Not an enthusiastic one, but she was there, being supportive. It counted for a lot. "So… is there anything you know from the future that could help me figure this out?"

"Oh, no no no, my dear girl," he said with a nervous chuckle as he went back to sketching something on his writing desk. It was some kind of design that looked like a train, but Anna was too preoccupied to take a closer look. "No relevant information to mother-daughter relations, I'm afraid."

Jennifer leaned in a little. "What about something to block unwanted thoughts? Like, for both of them. Some kind of future technology?"

Again, he shook his head. "Do you know the side effects should anyone uncover future technology here?" he asked. "It would be disastrous!" When both Anna and Punz just cocked an eyebrow and looked at the DeLorean, he relented. "Well, fine, it does exist. It was ruled unconscionable by the International Human Rights Services – very dangerous, and it could permanently hinder your ability to learn new information. Imagine being stuck with only your current knowledge from 2015 and before for the rest of your lives! Sorry girls, you're going to have to do this the hard way."

Anna could have cried. Why was this so impossible? She felt Punz squeeze her hand again, this one far more sympathetic than before. Looked like a ridgy-didge mind-doctor was the only way to go. Surely the confidentiality clause meant they wouldn't go to the cops for incestuous liaisons – or time travel. Hopefully they also wouldn't share stories at yearly Shrink Festivals or anything like that, either.

"Also, tell your mother the same thing. She's likely forgotten if she didn't tell you."

Wait, what? Anna turned to Punz, only to find her girlfriend already looking at her. Okay, so she didn't misunderstand that.

"Doctor Pabbie…" Punz hedged, "Are you… are you saying that Mrs McFly has come to see you?"

He just looked at the two of them. "Why, of course she has! Where else would she have gone when she realised?"

"Literally anywhere else but here!" Anna cried. "What did she want?"

Suddenly, for the very first time since she'd met him, Doc looked quite unsure of himself. "I think… perhaps… you should talk to your mother…"

"That's not very easy right now, Doc! Haven't you been listening? I'm going out of my head here, I…"

"Talk to her. Just… sit down, keep your hands, feet, and objects to yourselves, and speak to each other with unflinching honesty. There's always a way forward if you keep looking for it. Do you know who taught me that?"

Sighing, she rubbed her forehead, not ready for some history lesson. "Who?"

"You."

"HUH?"

Gesturing to his desk, he smiled over at her. "Coming to me from the future, telling me that my efforts would pay off? It gave me a glimpse of a brighter path. Evidently, one that I didn't need or I would never have invented the time machine in the first place, which would cause a chain reac-"

"Yeah, yeah, paradox thing." Then she allowed herself a slight smile. "Some good things did come out of me fucking everything up, I guess."

"You didn't ruin the future, Anna. Don't worry."

As she got up and Punz went along with her, she paused by the door to look over her shoulder. The old man looked like he had a thousand things on his mind. "You know… even though I had to go back in time and hit on Elsa to get the mother I always wanted, weirdness or no weirdness… I didn't have to do that to find a good dad." And that was as direct as she felt like she could be with him.

~ o ~

Punz offered to stick around for the talk, but Anna wouldn't hear of it. This wasn't her fight, and it wasn't the kind of potential ugliness she wanted her girlfriend to have to deal with. Not when the whole reason behind it rested squarely on her own shoulders. So they left each other on the front doorstop, Punz giving Anna a sound, yet chaste, kiss on her lips.

"Good luck," she whispered. Anna appreciated the sentiment more than she could say. So, she simply offered a smile, and hung about on the step until Punz had returned to her car and driven out of sight. She needed the extra time to mentally prepare herself, anyway.

Time for some answers, she supposed. Taking a breath, she unlocked the door and stepped through.

"Mom…?"

No answer. A quick glance at her phone told Anna that it was peak 'mom should be home' time, so where was she? Great, all of Anna's mental preparation, wasted.

Sighing, she stepped into the kitchen. Pulling the milk from the fridge, she didn't bother to grab a glass, instead uncapping the bottle and drinking straight from it. All the while, she was thinking, running a list through her mind of all the places Elsa might be. It was entirely possible that she jumped right on ahead and found a shrink. Especially after the previous night. But even if she had, and if she wanted Anna to go – either individually or together – Doc's words still rang in her ears.

Honesty. Perhaps it was a good thing that Elsa wasn't here because she still needed to get her thoughts in order. She needed to be honest with Elsa. Truthful. Even if… even if the truth was painful and her mother didn't want to hear it, she had to.

But Elsa never returned that night. Anna tried to busy herself, actually cleaning up her room, doing homework. Puttering. But never did her mother poke her head back in.

Someone else did, however…

"Hey, girls!" Kristoff called out when he got in the door. "Sorry I didn't wait, honey, but you didn't reply to my text so I just got an Uber. Anybody home?"

"DAD!" Anna called out, flying at him from the living room. He dropped his shoulderbag and quickly caught her up in a hug, one that threatened to melt away all of her unease. It didn't quite accomplish that, but it made a good attempt.

"Booger!" He pet over her hair and back for a moment, but when she didn't let go, he drew concerned and pushed her backward slightly. "Hey, hey… what's the matter?"

"Mom's gone! I don't know… she won't answer her phone, and I think I really fucked up!"

Frowning at her, she could really see the lines in his face now, slight as they were compared with the ones of her old father. Again, this was more like the Kristoff she had met in the 80s, only aged a bit, instead of the totally different person her old father had been.

"What's wrong?"

She told him. Over the course of an hour, she told her father everything, and he listened with far more patience than anyone else would have, sitting with her and eventually giving her a beer from the fridge.

"But I'm not old enough," she blubbered.

"I won't tell if you won't. Besides, I think this counts as a special emergency." Twisting off the cap, he set it down in front of her then plopped down at the kitchen table. "I'm so sorry, honey… I thought the best plan was to continue my tour and give you two time to do… whatever it was you would do. Should have known Elsa wouldn't be able to let go of her hangups that easily."

"You don't care that your daughter wants to bang your wife?"

"Of course I care. Like with that beer, this isn't the average situation; time travel is involved. You two met when you were both the same age, and both more or less strangers to each other. Even if you knew who Elsa was, you didn't know her the way you knew her in the present day, right?"

Anna was stunned. How did he understand everything so well? "I… what… y-yeah, that's it. That's it exactly. And my old present-mom was way different from this present-mom, too. This one's just the one from back then grown up. The mom I lost… she was a whole other person. That's Mom, and this is Elsa."

"Right. So even though it does make me a little uneasy, not nearly as much as if it were Wendy, or another family member who never time travelled. You just have to think about these things fourth-dimensionally; strange attractors theories. Imagining that you exchanged your actual mother for an alternate reality version really takes away from the yuck factor. Almost could write a story about it, if it wouldn't bring too much light on our family."

"Guess I forgot what you do for a living," she laughed weakly. His chuckle was a lot heartier, and he reached over to clap her on the shoulder. "So… do you think maybe Mom checked into a hotel or something? Just to get away from the situation?"

"Probably all it is, Anna." With a shrug, he took the beer from her once he saw she wasn't going to touch it and took a swig. "But I've been able to tell that she wasn't over you as much as she thought. There were plenty of signs along the way. Just… wouldn't have done much good to take that security blanket away from her, when all she would do is fight with me about that."

"You two still fight, huh?"

"Only about that. And financial things, but those are more like 'stern discussions'." Anna smiled slightly. "Nothing major, and we try to never go to bed angry. Hash it out first and get to a solution."

"Okay, good. So…" Stretching, she stood up and rubbed her face. "I… want to try to go find Mom, but I also don't want to crowd her. Should I wait until tomorrow?"

Her father nodded, setting the bottle down. "Probably for the best. Considering how clear you made your feelings, I'd say time to think it over is a bare minimum."

"Thanks, Dad. I… I think I'll just…" She had been about to say 'go to my room', but thought better of it. "Do you want some help unpacking?"

His smile was a lot wider than she would have expected. "Sure, kiddo. We have plenty of time."

~ o ~

So they did. And he spent the rest of the night hanging out with his daughter, getting to know her a little better. It was a completely different experience from getting to know Elsa again, since Kristoff really was just a father to her. The love was actually not all that different from her old father, who had always clearly been able to show it, even if mostly just with words rather than actions since he had been too spineless to discipline her, or do much of anything else.

But Anna couldn't stop thinking about her mother the entire time. Wanting to be with her, even if she turned down her advances. She tried to be satisfied with her father, and Wendy and John when they got home, and texting Jennifer to keep her informed. But beneath those surface comforts, all she wanted was her mommy.

Elsa didn't return that night. Nor did she return the next morning. Eventually, Anna did go to school with Punz, but she really began to worry. Where the hell was she?

Or perhaps the question she should have asked…

When the hell was she?

NOT THE END!

TO BE CONCLUDED… IN PART III

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