#Elsa x maren

[the-gay-disney-games]

Round 1A: Ratatouille (2007) vs. Frozen II (2019)

Propaganda

Ratatouille:

“This rat is lgbt”

“Remy is trans TO ME and cooking can be an allegory for queerness, very rejected by his family”

“Don’t @ me that rat is trans”

“The whole message of the film can be interpreted as being true to yourself and what you aspire out of your life. Even with the pressures of his family to "be a rat" or from the restaurant "to be a human", Remy finds solace in being himself and doing away with those expectations. This lines up a lot to many queer narratives, especially those regarding the trans and nonbinary experience, and the societal expectations put on gender performance. I could go on end about how all of Remy's interactions with his father mirror similar discussions queer people have had with their own parents/authority figures...almost goes without saying to me.”

“Remy is trans-coded as you already know, Colette is obviously not straight and Linguini is a twink. Gusteau is a bear. Skinner is homophobic.”

“remy is queer coded and I’m not even joking. he has a double life that he has to keep secret from his family. his brother Emile is the only one he’s “out” to. He gets annoyed by Linguini and Colette’s hetero nonsense. We love a gay rat king”

“that rat is a faggot”

Frozen II

“Elsa is so queer coded. And I love “Let it Go” from the first, but I think her songs from Frozen 2 (into the Unknown, and Show Yourself) are much stronger songs that relate (at least to me) to being queer. Especially for those of us who were like cool im x and then later learned their journey wasnt done. And finding other people put there like you who help your life make sense.”

“Look I know people have said Elsa is lesbian coded in her first movie but I feel it so much more with Frozen 2. Her two big songs (Into the Unknown and Show Yourself) has the biggest energy of a lesbian finally coming to accept herself. Plus, I saw the look between Elsa and Honeymaren. Like wow. Lesbians.”

“elsa is really often headcanoned as either lesbian or aro!”

“That Reindeer guy Ryder and Kristoff were gay AF”

“I see Elsa as AroAce, so seeing her not get a love interest in the sequel and finding peace and happiness without one made me very happy.”

“Honey Maren my beloved”

[goldenmusicmoments]

Some Of 2024s Top Songs:

So this year I decided to select songs that I felt were worth checking out. I focused on deep cuts from all the albums I heard this year to singles that stood out. It was quite the tough challenge. I decided to stick to two songs per artist, however made an exception to have four from artists who released two albums or two extended plays this year. I haven't compiled it all into a Spotify Playlist, however I will do at some point. For now I have listed all the songs below:

Gracie Abrams - Gave You I Gave You.

Gracie Abrams - I Knew It, I Know You.

Khalid - Heatstroke.

Khalid - Decline.

Maren Morris - Because, Of Course.

Maren Morris - This Is How A Woman Leaves.

Carly Pearce - My Place.

Carly Pearce - Oklahoma.

Kacey Musgraves - Giver/Taker.

Kacey Musgraves - Arm’s Length.

Addison Rae - Diet Pepsi.

Cigarettes After Sex - X.

Cigarettes After Sex - Tejano Blues.

Jess Glyne - Silly Me.

Jess Glyne - Enough.

Sam Hunt - Locked Up.

Sam Hunt - Liberty.

Usher - Good Kisser.

Canaan Cox - Let It Run.

Hayden Everett - See You Soon.

Hayden Everett - Seize The Sun.

Ariana Grande - We Can’t Be Friends (Wait For Your Love).

Ariana Grande - Supernatural.

Chappell Roan - Good Luck, Babe!.

Jade - Angel Of My Dreams.

Charli XCX - So I.

Charli XCX Ft. Troye Sivan - Talk Talk.

Megan Thee Stallion Ft. Kyle Richh - B.A.S.

Megan Thee Stallion - Right Now.

Lisa Ft. Rosalia - New Woman.

Lady Gaga Ft. Bruno Mars - Die With A Smile.

Fletcher - Attached To You.

Fletcher - Joyride.

Griff - 19th Hour.

Griff - Where Did You Go.

Billie Eilish - Chihiro.

Billie Eilish - Birds Of A Feather.

RLY - Generation.

RLY - Restroom Booth Confessions.

Megan Moroney - 28th Of June.

Megan Moroney - Heaven By Noon.

Justin Timberlake - Drown.

Justin Timberlake - Selfish.

Tori Kelly - Diamonds.

Tori Kelly Ft. Kim Chaewon - Spruce.

Danna Paola - Platonik.

Danna Paola - Amanecer.

Flora Rose - You’ve Been On My Mind.

Flora Rose - Not The One, I Feel Better.

Flora Rose - The Last Prize.

Flora Rose - Sauna.

Mk.gee - Rylee + I.

Mk.gee - Dream Police.

Foster The People - Lost In Space.

Foster The People - A Diamond To Be Born.

James Arthur - Comeback Kid.

James Arthur - A Year Ago.

Wallows - She’s An Actress.

Wallows - Only Ecstasy.

Ella Langley - Love You Tonight.

Ella Langley - Girl You’re Taking Home.

Katy Perry - All The Love.

Katy Perry - Truth.

Juliet Ivy - Is It My Face?

Juliet Ivy - Sweet Dreams.

Zara Larsson - More Than This Was.

Zara Larsson - Venus.

SZA - Drive.

SZA - Another Life.

Benson Boone - Cry.

The Snuts - Gloria.

The Snuts - Circles.

Imagine Dragons - Don’t Forget Me.

Imagine Dragons - Fire In These Hills.

Normani - Still.

Normani - Insomnia.

Brittney Spencer - Deeper.

Brittney Spencer - Growing Out Of You.

Yseult - Suicide.

Yseult - Trance.

Tinashe - Cross That Line.

Tinashe - When I Get You Alone.

Lainey Wilson Ft. Miranda Lambert - Good Horses.

Lainey Wilson - Middle Of It.

Sabrina Carpenter - Dumb + Poetic.

Sabrina Carpenter - Don’t Smile.

Conan Gray - The Final Fight.

Conan Gray - Winner.

Jennifer Lopez - Rebound.

Jennifer Lopez - Hummingbird.

Tyla - Push 2 Start.

Tyla - Back To You.

Holly Humberstone - Dive.

Holly Humberstone - Down Swinging.

Paloma Faith - Sweatpants.

Paloma Faith - Bad Woman.

Tenille Arts - Too Be Honest.

Tenille Arts - How Do You Sleep.

Luke Hemmings - I’m Still Your Boy.

Luke Hemmings - Promises.

Zac Brown Band - I Lost It.

Zac Brown Band - Ft. Mac McAnally - Pirates & Parrots.

Ryan Hall - Or Something.

Ryan Hall - Symmetry.

Ryan Hall - Garden.

Ryan Hall - Mittens.

Kali Uchis - Pensamientos Intrusivo.

Kali Uchis - Te Mata.

Beabadoobee - California.

Beabadoobee - Tie My Shoes.

Post Malone - What Don’t Belong To Me.

Post Malone Ft. Lainey Wilson - Nosedive.

Girl In Red - I’m Back.

Girl In Red - Pick Me.

Fred Again… Ft. Sampha - Fear Less.

Fred Again… Ft. The Japanese House & Scott Hardkiss - Backseat.

Maude Latour - Comedown.

Maude Latour - Bloom.

Kaitlin Butts - Spur.

Kaitlin Butts - Elsa.

Dayglow - Mindless Creatures.

Dayglow - Silver Lining.

Pia Mia - Repeat After Me.

Pia Mia - Easiest Goodbye.

Miranda Lambert - Dammit Randy.

Miranda Lambert - No Man’s Land.

Jordin Sparks - Lavender Flower.

Jordin Sparks - YCFWM.

Valley - When You Know Someone.

Valley - Bass Player’s Brother.

Rachel Platten - I’ll Be Her.

Rachel Platten - The River.

Nemahsis - Miss Construed.

Nemahsis - Fine Print.

Cosmo’s Midnight - Telephone.

Cosmo’s Midnight Ft. Spill Tab - Eating Heartache.

Bess Atwell - The Weeping.

Bess Atwell - I Am Awake.

Nelly Furtado Ft. Gray Hawken - Better For Worse.

Nelly Furtado - Untitled.

Keith Urban - Straight Line.

Keith Urban - Dodge In A Silverado.

Luke Bryan - Kansas.

Luke Bryan - She’s Still Got It.

Mickey Guyton - In Between.

Mickey Guyton - Scary Love.

Pixie Lott - Somebody’s Daughter.

Pixie Lott - Anybody Else.

Victoria Monet Ft. Thundercat - Don’t Sleep.

Victoria Monet - Love Is Stronger Than Pride.

Coldplay - Jupiter.

Coldplay - iAAM

Bleachers - I Am Right On Time.

Bleachers - Isimo.

Clairo - Slow Dance.

Clairo - Pier 4.

Finneas - Little Window.

Finneas - Lotus Eater.

Leon Bridges - Simplify.

Leon Bridges - Ghetto Honeybee.

Hazlett - Bones Shake.

Hazlett - The First Train Home.

Lizzy McAlpine - Staying.

Lizzy McAlpine - Vortex.

Hozier Ft. Allison Russell - Wildflowers And Barley.

Hozier - July.

Grace VanderWaal - What’s Left Of Me.

Dua Lipa - Whatcha Doing.

Dua Lipa - Happy For You.

Jacob Collier Ft. Brandi Carlile - Little Blue.

Jacob Collier Ft. The Mystery Of The Bulgarian Voices - All Around You.

Mabel Ft. Ty Dolla $ign - Stupid Dumb.

Mabel - Vitamins.

Nina Nesbitt - Mansion

Nina Nesbitt - On The Run.

Maggie Rogers - The Kill.

Maggie Rogers - Don’t Forget Me.

Rachel Chinouriri - My Blood.

Rachel Chinouriri - Robbed.

Cassadee Pope - Secret.

Cassadee Pope - Three Of Us.

Danielle Bradbery - You Could.

Danielle Bradbery - Wake Me Up.

Becky G Ft. Delilah - TODO.

Becky G - GOMEZX4.

Zach Bryan - The Great American Bar Scene.

Zach Bryan Ft. Noeline Hofmann - Purple Gas.

Kehlani - Vegas.

Kehlani - Chapel.

Kehlani - Border.

Kehlani - First Life.

AURORA - Echo Of My Shadow.

AURORA - Invisible Wounds.

Jess Glynne - Enough.

Jess Glynne - Save Your Tears.

Kylie Minogue - Someone For Me.

Kylie Minogue - Shoulda Left Ya.

Bon Iver - Awards Season.

Bon Iver - Things Behind Things Behind Things.

Riley Green - Looking Back On This.

Riley Green Ft. Ella Langley - Don’t Mind If I Do.

Dean Lewis - Until The End.

Dean Lewis - Clelia’s Song.

Omar Apollo - While U Can.

Omar Apollo - How.

Camila Cabello - Twentysomethings.

Camila Cabello - Godspeed.

Shaboozey - Steal Her From Me.

Shaboozey - Finally Over.

Benson Boone - Hello Love.

Benson Boone - Love Of Mine.

The Marías - Blur.

The Marías - Ay No Puedo.

Fly By Midnight - Casablanca.

Fly By Midnight - Try.

Bastille - Marie & Polonium.

Bastille - Drawbridge & The Baroness.

Mimi Webb - One Eye Open.

Halsey - Panic Attack.

Halsey - Lonely Is The Muse.

Kelsea Ballerini - How Much Do You Love Me.

Kelsea Ballerini - WAIT!.

Waxahatchee - 3 Sisters.

Waxahatchee - Crowbar.

Ashton Irwin - Wicked Habit.

Ashton Irwin - Wild Things.

Kiana Ledé - LTF.

Kiana Ledé - Natural.

Tate McRea - It’s Ok, I’m Ok.

Tate McRea - 2 Hands.

Lauv - Potential.

Lauv - First Heartbreak.

JoJo - Porcelain (Reimagined).

Demi Lovato - You’ll Be Ok, Kid.

Latto Ft. Ciara - Good 2 You.

Latto Ft. Mariah The Scientist - Look What You Did.

Taylor Swift - So Long, London.

Taylor Swift - loml.

Taylor Swift - The Black Dog.

Taylor Swift - The Albatross.

Cody Johnson Ft. Carrie Underwood - I’m Gonna Love You.

Charley Crockett - Hard Luck & Circumstances.

Charley Crockett - Lead The Way.

Charley Crockett - Crystal Chandeliers & Burgundy.

Charley Crockett - How Low Can You Go.

070 Shake - What’s Wrong With Me.

070 Shake - Blood On Your Hands.

Shawn Mendes - That’s The Dream.

Shawn Mendes - Nobody Knows.

FLO - How Does It Feel?

FLO - Shoulda Woulda Coulda.

Gwen Stefani - Somebody Else’s.

Gwen Stefani - Marigold.

Kendrick Lamar - Reincarnated.

Kendrick Lamar Ft. SZA - Gloria.

Maddie & Tae - Heart They Didn’t Break.

Maddie & Tae - What A Woman Can Do.

Rosé - Two Years.

Rosé - Gameboy.

Flo Milli - Can’t Stay Mad.

Flo Milli - Not Sorry.

Lanie Gardner - Chasing The Wind.

Dylan Gossett - Stronger Than A Storm.

Sam Barber - Tear Us Apart.

Zayn - Grateful.

Zayn - Fuchsia Sea.

Michael Kiwanuka - Follow Your Dreams.

Michael Kiwanuka - Four Long Years.

Lauren Mayberry - Oh, Mother.

Lauren Mayberry - Are You Awake?.

Olivia O’Brien - Blip.

Olivia O’Brien - If I Can’t Be With You.

Olivia O’Brien - Memory Lane.

Olivia O’Brien - Lower.

Chlöe - Moments.

Chlöe - FYS.

Suki Waterhouse - Gateway Drug.

Suki Waterhouse - Nonchalant.

Arooj Aftab - Na Gul.

Arooj Aftab Ft. Chocolate Genius Incorporated - Zameen.

Madison Beer - 15 Minutes.

Madison Beer - Make You Mine.

The Weeknd - Dancing In The Flames.

Parker Graye - Summer Rain.

Parker Graye - Last Rodeo.

Keep a look out as my final album review which will be for Kelsea Ballerini's latest album Patterns will be posted soon. Also I will reveal the top ten albums of 2024 on the last day of the year.

[shy-peacock]

Would you mind writing something with Raya and namaari and Elsa and honeymaren as couple friends? Maybe going on an adventure or just being chill. I love the idea of them all being friends🤩

God knows what this is 🤷‍♀️ rated T maybe but mostly G enjoyyyyy ❤️

“No”

“PLEASE-?!”

“I said no-“

“RA-YA-?!”

“MAR-EN?” Raya shot back, giving her phone a stern look as if her best friend could see her. Maybe if they face-timed….-? “I’m not going on a double date with you again-“

“But I found someone PERFECT for you this time-!” Honeymaren whined, her voice piercing through the speaker like a nail on a chalkboard. “I swear he’s-“

“HE?!”

“I misspoke-!”

“Maren I swear to God-“

“No- for real, it’s a she and she’s amazing!” She continued on, “she’s got a job and everything!”

Raya rolled her eyes.

“Oh wow, a job..”

“Hey- a job is a good thing in these times!”

“Yeah and so is staying home and not wasting my time.” Raya countered, “Maren, no offense to your mystery lady- but the last few girls you’ve set me up with have been a total hit and miss-“

“Don’t you mean miss and miss?” Maren joked, “get it- cause they’ve never got past second base-?”

Raya rolled her eyes, “so are you trying to prove your point or mine…?”

“Okay, look-…this is the last time-“

“You said that last time-“

“It really is the last time-!” Honeymaren quickly said, “just go on this one last date for me and if you don’t like her, I swear I’ll never bother you about it again!”

God, Raya wanted to believe her. But if there was one thing she knew about her bestie, it was that she was just as stubborn as she was. This “double date” idea of her going on strong for over a year now, ever since she had become serious about her current girlfriend, Elsa.

Elsa was a Godsend, Raya loved that Maren had someone like her around. She was smart and pretty, considerate of her feelings and precise about everything she did. She was the kind of girl who didn’t say something unless she meant it and didn’t waste her time going back and forth with Maren’s heart like others had in the past. Sophisticated and graceful, like something of a Queen in another lifetime. They clicked right away, Maren and Elsa, and she had made her happy; which is all Raya could ever ask for her bestie.

Maybe it was because of her immense happiness with Elsa, that Honeymaren was dead set on finding someone for Raya. Starting them off on this “double date” fiasco.

Raya met girl after girl, all very lovely in their own way. But not the girl for Raya. Not even close. Their ambitions taking them one way in life while Raya was bound for another. Not big on family, not a fan of animals. Wanted an open relationship, too eager to get in bed with her. Hates dragons-?!

I mean who the hell hates dragons?!

Boring people do.

“How was I supposed to know they think dragons are stupid?!” Maren complained on their walk back to the car, “I thought they were going to compliment your tattoo- not critique it?!”

Honeymaren really dropped the ball on that one, this being her first attempt since that specific date. Clearly taking her time to find someone that checked all of Raya’s very little boxes.

Honestly..Raya wasn’t picky. She just wanted someone nice, big on family, who liked normal things like pets and dragons. Was that so hard to ask?

Apparently so.

“It’s only drinks, then we can maybe go back to my place for a movie night-?” Honeymaren suggested, “if you’re not a fan, then just say you have to head home, no pressure!”

Raya pinched the bridge of her nose, knowing Maren wouldn’t let this go. Not till she agreed on ONE last date. Raya swore right then and there she wouldn’t let that promise slip by.

“One last time, then you will leave me alone-“ Raya instructed, “agreed?”

She winced as Honeymaren shrieked in delight over the phone.

“AGREED!”

~~~~~~~~~~

Raya regretted the deal the second she got off the phone. Even more so as the work days dwindled down to Friday where she’d be forced to go out and meet this “perfect” match for herself. Enduring an evening of awkward small talk, giving her best friend an annoyed look every time she or her girlfriend, Elsa, would urge her to tell a story or give her a thumbs up when the date would say something they knew Raya liked.

Then she’d have to make up an excuse, praying to the heavens that the date wouldn’t ask for her number or offer to take her home. She wanted this all to be quick and painless. Get it over with, be done with the “double date” idea for good.

That is, assuming Maren didn’t go back on her word.

“I won’t.” She groaned over the phone the night before the event, “but you have to keep an open mind then!”

Right.

Hard to keep an open mind when you’ve done this over ten times now. Each time having the same results.

Still, Raya was going to go. She was going to keep an open mind as Honeymaren asked. She was going to be kind, she was going to be honest. She might have had a great time at that, maybe this person would have been perfect for her like Maren and Elsa believed.

However, as it went, she wound up having to cancel in the end. Not because she wanted to, because boy did she want to, she wouldn’t bail on Honey that easily. In the end, her plans were thwarted by her job of all things.

She knew she’d be in hot water with her bestie the second she sent the text that her job was keeping her late. What a shitty excuse that was! Unoriginal at that. But Raya’s boss had dropped the news last minute, asking her to stay over for the lack of a closing crew that evening. A plea she could hardly refuse, given she’d gone and used up all of her “get out of jail free” cards before to call out of work or head home early for one excuse or the other. She had asked many favors of her coworkers and, unfortunately, it had come time for her to pay them back.

There was no way Honeymaren was gonna believe her, she’d have an easier time telling her she’d gotten abducted by aliens and had to spend the next twelve hours trying to leave their Mother ship.

Irregardless, she was working late. Date had to be canceled, Raya spent her Friday night at a desk finishing up the work of her fellow employees. Numbing, boring, continual work that left her with a massive headache when she finally clocked out and headed for home.

Well-…not home.

She was on her way home until her stomach reminded her that she had skipped dinner to be more “productive”. Taking a detour down the block to the only place she knew was open at the time, a gas station, where she grabbed a bag of chips and a soda to tie her over for the walk home. The man behind the register ringing the items up, a mere five dollars.

Raya reached into her back pockets, expecting to feel her wallet, only to find nothing there. She checked the pockets of her jacket, finding her phone but not her wallet, and her bag that hung off her shoulder. Unable to find the wallet she was sure she had that morning.

Sure that is, until she remembered she had taken it out the night before to pay an online bill. Too lazy to walk the length of the house to return it to her bag, plopping it down on the counter with the promise she’d remember it that following morning. Which- clearly she didn’t.

A sigh of annoyance fell from her lips as she realized her folly. Cursing her past self for being lazy, the results of it now being she had to walk out empty handed. Embarrassed, annoyed, that headache of hers growing ever stronger.

However, just as she had expressed this to the employee and turned to leave, someone reached around her and placed a five dollar bill down on the counter. Offering it to the man, paying for Raya’s things.

She turned, following the arm that had seemingly come out of nowhere up and around to the person behind her. A woman, who must have come in behind her at some point as she was frantically looking for her money to pay. Raya would have noticed her had she not been in a panic, the woman having an air about her that screamed “pay attention to me”.

She was nicely dressed, her makeup done flawlessly that seemed to only bring out more of her natural beauty. Strong features, her biceps toned and clearly something she was proud of as she wore a dress that had no sleeves to show them off. Her perfume was intoxicating, flooding Raya’s brain as she turned around to face the woman straight on. Her hand retreating back like an invisible string that guided Raya’s attention to her. Heart racing, especially when this woman gave Raya a look over and smiled, charmingly.

“I’ve got it.” The woman said, nodding at the cashier to take her payment for Raya’s things.

Raya bit down the desire to say “yes you do-..” and instead said-

“Thank you, you don’t have to do that-“

“It’s okay, I’ve been there before.” She said with a smile, “forgotten wallet?”

“Yeah-“ Raya laughed, “luckily I know where it is.”

The woman smiled again, their eyes catching momentarily. A spark igniting, a moment coming between them. Interest, seeing then that this woman was looking at Raya and thinking the same things that Raya was of her. Wondering every little thing about her, who she was, what her name was and-

“Um…Miss..?” A voice pierced through her spinning thoughts, the cashier awkwardly holding up a bag of her things, “here’s your-…uh…stuff.”

“Oh-!” Raya awkwardly blurred out, grabbing the bag quickly and skittering off the side. Realizing she had caused a line to form behind the beautiful woman. “Sorry-…and Ah..thank you!” She quickly said, rushing out the door with a face that she knew had to be beet red. The cold night air refreshing as it significantly cooled down her body. Sending her back to reality.

Feeling a little foolish then, even more so as she bolted without even getting the woman’s name. Bummed she had let the moment pass until the door chimed as it opened and she heard footsteps rushing after her. She turned, seeing the woman now with her own bag of stuff, coming up to Raya earnestly. A shy smile filling her features as she stepped before her, her hand coming up to tuck her hair behind her ear as she spoke.

“Hey..” she said, a bit breathless.

“Hey..?” Raya replied, humor in her tone.

“So-…I might be really..misreading the signs here..” she explained, “but ah…would you like to-…if you don’t have any going on right now, go hang out?”. She threw her thumb back, as if the place to eat was directly behind her. “Maybe find a place to eat, my treat?” She offered, motioning towards her bag of chips and soda, “unless you have other plans-..I hope that’s not too forward…”

Raya, however, was glad she was being forward. Saying exactly what she wanted to hear.

Still, she tried to play it cool.

“Can I get a name first?” She joked, watching as “beautiful lady” immediately flushed red. Realizing they hadn’t even exchanged names.

“Oh geeze, sorry-“ she stumbled out, “my name is Namaari.”

Raya smiled, her name echoing inside her brain. Loving the sound of it.

“My names Raya,” she offered back, “and I’d love to”

~~~~~~~~~~~

So the double date was a bust- again. And, on track with last time, it left Honeymaren in a sour mood.

Typically her frustration was directed to the other side, the girls she had set Raya up with that had been a complete letdown in the end. This was the first time Elsa had seen her girlfriend upset with her best friend. A given, considering they’d been waiting for her to show for nearly an hour before she texted that she’d have to cancel. Ditching them last minute, making it a date with a third wheel.

“I’m so sorry last night happened..” Maren sighed, walking hand in hand with Elsa. On their way home to her apartment after she had spent the night at Maren’s. The pair deciding to go out that morning for breakfast, stopping on their way to Elsa’s place to get a change of clothes before heading out.

“It’s fine, Honey.” Elsa assured her, “it was just an inconvenient circumstance…nobody has to apologize.”

“Raya better apologize!” She huffed, putting on the most adorable pout Elsa had ever seen, “maybe not to me or you- but definitely your roommate!”

Elsa chuckled, hiding her smile with the back of her hand as she shook her head.

“I’m sure she’s fine-…I mean, we did sort of beg her to go through with this too.” She commented, “I’m sure she was happy that she was relieved of a night of awkward ice breakers and fun little questions about hobbies and where she sees herself in five years-!”

“You make it sound like she was being interviewed?” Honeymaren laughed, leaning her weight then into Elsa. Affectionately.

“I suppose dating is like an interview?” Elsa pointed out, causing Honey to laugh again. “Well…perhaps it was fate then, maybe we were wrong in our assumption they’d fit well together.”

Honeymaren sighed, offering a shrug.

“Maybe.“

They got to Elsa’s place just as it began to pour outside, the rain freezing as it fell from a cloudy Autumn sky. The pair rushing inside and taking the stairs to her floor, eager to be in the warmth. Debating then if they’d rather just spend the morning staying in, making breakfast together. Maybe Elsa could see if her roomie wanted to join them? Knowing she wasn’t big on breakfast- but might enjoy the company after spending the evening alone.

Well-…Elsa thought she was alone.

She was supposed to be alone at least?!

But the pair had no sooner unlocked the door, stepping inside with the intent of changing out of their wet clothes for something warmer and heading straight to the kitchen; did they see that Elsa’s roommate was not alone at all.

Elsa’s roommate, Namaari, had a girl with her.

Not just any girl, but Honeymaren’s best friend, Raya.

The door moved open and there unfolded the scene before them. The pair of them, on the couch together, bundled up in a blanket while a movie played on the tv. However neither were watching it, both cuddled up quite nicely as they had fallen asleep. Popcorn off to the side, along with drinks and what must have been an entire night of getting to know one another as both were in a deep sleep. Not even the door, nor their footsteps, woke them as they came inside.

Elsa didn’t quite comprehend the two of them until she heard a small gasp coming from her girlfriend’s lips, turning to see her pointing at them, a wild mixture of emotions on her face that ranged from shocked, delighted, angered, and then humored. Repeating itself as she looked from Elsa to the two of them. Stunned silent until-

“THOSE-“

“Shhh!” Elsa quickly said, holding her pointer finger to her lips. Silencing Honey right then and there, but not for long as she whispered loudly then.

“WHEN DID THEY MEET?!” She hissed, “RAYA CANCELED-…AND-…NAMAARI WENT HOME?!?!”

Elsa shrugged her shoulders, unsure how to respond to that. The answer lost to her.

When did they meet? There was no way either of them could know what the other looked like- especially not on Namaari’s end, whom she knew had only really seen Maren a few times over the course of their relationship. Not one to linger or intrude on Elsa and her’s time together. Let alone getting a look at the pictures of Honeymaren and Raya in her girlfriend’s phone?

Even the night before Honey had made sure not to let Namaari see a picture of Raya, wanting to “set up the magical moment” or something like that-….and, as far as Elsa was concerned, Raya had no clue that Namaari was going to be her date.

I mean-…did Raya even know who Namaari was? What she looked like? Probably not, especially with how her girlfriend liked to keep the element of surprise.

So how did the pair meet up? Well-…somewhere between Namaari leaving them late into the night and now had her finding the girl. Apparently hitting it off well, considering Elsa had never seen her take anyone home in her entirety of knowing her. Even if it was something as simple as watching movies- seeing this had to mean something positive.

And wasn’t that the whole point of last night? Getting them together? Maybe it hadn’t happened the way they expected, but it seemed fate had worked it’s magic to make it so anyways.

Elsa found herself taking a step back, her girlfriend following as they shut the door. Locking it. The pair silently turning to one another, a bit stunned at the turn of events until humor found it’s way into the situation. Causing them to laugh as they retreated back down the hall together, hand in hand.

Silently deciding that the rain wasn’t so bad, that Elsa didn’t mind wearing those clothes a bit longer, and that breakfast out that morning seemed a better choice than having it at home. Wanting to give the two of them some privacy to spend the morning together, excited to tell them later about the crazy situation of their fated meetup.

[olivesnook33]

“How’s my favorite niece?” Kristoff asked as he scooped the lithe girl up and into their usual hug.

“Uncle K, I’m your only niece,” the seven year old replied with a thoughtful frown.

Kristoff chuckled as he kneeled down to adjust his niece’s tie, “And that makes you my favorite…there, perfect. You’re getting close, Murph.” Elsa looked at the pair fondly and was once again reminded that she would never be able to repay Anna and Kristoff for everything they had done for her in the past seven years. She had been so frightened, so alone. She had nowhere to go and no one to turn to but her sister welcomed her back in a heartbeat.

OR

Ten years ago Maren and Elsa were high school best friends but an incident one night at the end of their senior year tore them away from one another and they haven’t seen one another or spoken since. Now, Elsa’s daughter Murph is attending Arendelle Prep, the school Maren just transferred to. Will they get it right this time? Or will Elsa let her fears and her past keep her from happiness once again?

[ask-the-fifth-spirit]

How about this for a gay sentence,how beautiful is Honeymaren from 1-100?

*Blushes*

Well.. no number can truly label her beauty. And endless amount of perfection.

She is my heart. -E

[firesong-writes69]

Title: Love At First Swipe 

Chapter(s): 2/21 

Word Count: 3,474 

Summary: Elsa takes a break from her work to see the cherry blossom trees, and meets a chubby French Bulldog named Rocky whom she befriends. 10/10, it was a good day.

[intomusings]

﹒﹒   female   names   masterlist     !

in honor of my second milestone on here , i’ve decided to release a master list of 400+ female names i personally love and think could be used more in the community . this was also requested by a few anons and names will be added to the list frequently . the names are sorted by first letter but not alphabetically within each letter category . if you found this useful , feel free to like or reblog to spread this !

A : aurianna, addison, alannah, allegra, alina, alma, andra, avril, abella, arizona, annalise, amelia, aspen, alejandra, ayla, ales, alessia, anessa, asia, aline, adrienne, avery, armani, adaline, arden. 

B : blaire, brooke, brooklyn, bruna, bettina, bianca, becca, bella, bonnie, brielle, blake, bodhi, beverly, bambi, bronte, billie, briar, bria, birdie, brighton. 

C : catalina, cerise, celeste, celene, carson, camila, cecilia, callista, cadence, cassie, carmen, cali, charlie, camryn, camille, clara, claudete, chantel, chachi, capri, cove, chanel. 

D : diana, devi, dylan, daphne, dani, delphine, dahlia, delia, darcy, dawn, davina, dove, daisy, delaney, dua, darya, delilah, dixie, dior, dulce, dina, dayana. 

E : ember, eloisa, eleonora, emara, elena, esme, emery, emmeline, elsa, eva, evie, emmy, estelle, esther, evelyn, erin, eliana, everly, emerson, elle, ezra, eiza, eden. 

F : florence, franny, fiorella, faith, fiona, faye, farrah, freya, fern, flor, frankie. 

G : giulia, giulianna, georgia, ginny, grecia, giselle, genevieve, gabbie, grace, genie, gaia, giada, gemma, geles, genele, gia, gwendolyn, geneva, gracen. 

H : hazel, holland, helena, harlow, haven, hera, haley, houda, heidi, hana, harley, honey, hera. 

I : isobel, ivana, irma, irina, isadora, imogen, isla, ivy, inessa, ibiza, irelynn, iliana, ilana, indya. 

J : juliet, jayden, jordyn, jelena, jodie, jennie, jade, jesy, josie, june, jada, jemmye, jacey, janelle, juniper, jayla, jaliah, jewel, jane, johanna, jolie.

K : kendall, kensington, kennedy, katya, karlie, katerina, kailani, koral, kai, kaia, karma, kinsley, kylie, karina, korinna, karla, kemi, kate, kerigan, kali, kiyomi, kouvr. 

L : lourdes, leandra, london, lucia, luisa, logan, lena, leonora, larissa, lydia, lorelai, lylah, lettie, lottie, lalisa, luna, lara, lia, lorena, livia, layla, leighton, lyra, lola, lainey, laurel, luella, lumi. 

M : maricela, mariana, maeve, mabel, mila, marbella, maia, melody, mimi, monet, malauna, mira, mallory, millie, marla, mia, marvela, marni, madelaine, maleia, magnolia, maren. 

N : nilsa, nutsa, nini, naomi, noa, nevlyn, nathaly, nicolette, nadira, nicola, nova, nany, nala, niaye, nyla, noelle, nathalie, 

O : olympia, orianthi, octavia, opal, oriana, ophelia, orion, oakley, odessa, odette, odelia. 

P : paola, paris, peyton, phebe, priyanka, paislee, paloma, pandora, parvati, piper, perla, pearl, pia, priya, pilar, paxon. 

Q : quinn, quintessa. 

R : rowan, rylie, rosalie, roslyn, raquel, rose, reign, renata, raegan, reyna, ryann, raya, rhiannon, ria, rue, rhodes.

S : serena, serafina, sawyer, sylvie, sol, samira, sloane, silver, sutton, stella, saanvi, sab, seren, seven, sophia, star, skye, sabina, saskia, summer, stormy, salena, sage, sonny, solange, sahar, sumaya, shelby. 

T : tatum, tayler, tara, torre, tia, thea, tyra, truly, thalia, taryn, tampson, tayli, talya, teala, tala. 

U : uma. 

V : valencia, violetta, venus, verity, vanessa, venecia, vinnie, vida, vivienne, valentina, velora, vera, venice.

W : willow, winona, willa, wanda, witney, westlyn, windsor, wilhelmina, wren. 

X : ximena, xiomara, xashary, xena, xyla. 

Y : yovanna, yves, yara, yvette, yasmin, yesenia, yensi.

Z : zara, zion, zoe, zahara, zharia, zella, zendaya, zakiyah. 

[elsanna-shenanigans]

April Contest Submission #13: To Build a Home

Words: ca. 8000 Setting: modern AU Lemon: no Content: minor character death mention, angst, brief mention of divorce Song: To Build a Home by The Cinematic Orchestra

It’s only once Anna sees her walking out of the Arrivals gate that she remembers how to breathe again.

“Elsa!” she calls out, waving.

Her sister looks up from her phone and spots her in the crowd, giving the tiniest, barely-even-there wave back in response. She’s dragging behind only a small suitcase, clearly not planning to stay long.

“Hi,” she says when she’s finally close enough for Anna to hear her. “Is everything ready?”

Anna nods, her hands tingling at her sides to throw herself around her in a hug–but Elsa makes no move to even imply she’d like one, so she awkwardly resigns to the situation.

“Are we getting a taxi?”

“No, I rented a car, it’s parked right out.” She points in the direction of the exit, as if Elsa was supposed to know which car to look for. “I think they’re about to slap me with a ticket, so we gotta hurry.”

Elsa doesn’t need to be told twice.

x

The drive is silent–Anna doesn’t even dare to put the radio on, and Elsa doesn’t ask for it, so they end up sitting in complete silence, safe for the quiet hum of the hybrid engine. They get off the highway at the familiar exit that soon transforms into a smaller collector, before even that gives way to barely patched up local roads.

“How’s Maren?” Anna asks finally when the GPS reads twenty minutes to arrival, not able to take the awkward tension anymore. “Heard she got a new job offer recently.”

Recently meaning roughly half a year ago here, and heard actually referring to the one time she accidentally saw her change her info on Facebook.

Elsa doesn’t respond right away–she’s looking out the window at the snow-covered fields as if they’re the most interesting thing in the whole vast universe right now. “We’ve divorced,” she deadpans at last, right when Anna’s taking a breath to ask another question, still glued to the passenger window. “I had no idea she got a new job offer.”

That implies it happened more than half a year ago, and Anna feels incredibly stupid. “I’m sorry,” she says, her knuckles turning white from her steel grip on the steering wheel.

“You didn’t know.”

It’s simple, it’s stating the obvious, but in Elsa-speech it means she’s absolved of guilt and the conversation is done.

x

They arrive on the driveway exactly twenty minutes later with no more conversation happening between them.

Strangely enough, it’s Elsa who speaks first. “I didn’t remember it being so big.”

Anna looks over at the house; it is, in fact, bigger than she remembered, which strikes her as odd considering most childhood memories tend to have things appear bigger rather than smaller. Guess they both were so used to it–and gotten unused along the way–the size didn’t even register for them fully.

It’s also dilapidated. The front porch has a pole and part of the railing missing, probably from the strong winds and lack of proper maintenance of the wood. The siding seems to be holding up well on the porch itself, where the roof and elevation protected it from the rain and moisture, but even from this far away she can tell it’s rotting closer to the ground. The bay window of the living room is completely broken, along with some of the windows leading to the basement, and the paint–almost completely gone on the first floor–is peeling off in big flakes from the second floor façade.

No wonder, either, considering the last time anybody was here, truly was here was about fifteen years ago, right until their parents moved out to a smaller apartment in the city.

“It doesn’t look as bad as I thought,” Anna says after a while of neither of them making a move to step out of the car. “I was scared the walls would have crumbled to dust by now.”

Elsa scoffs. “It’s an old building,” she reminds, not that Anna needs to be reminded. “It would take much more than just some years of neglect to bring it down.”

Her hand is on the handle, hesitating to open the door and step out into the muddy, unkempt driveway.

x

Once they’re inside–which looks so much like Anna remembered it, down to the placement of the few pieces of furniture their parents decided to leave behind–it turns out Anna was right.

Well, not exactly right-right. The walls didn’t crumble to dust, per se, rather were taken down on the South side of the house.

“This complicates things.”

Elsa’s statement, though obvious, resonates with Anna deeply. She was expecting to see a lot, including some wild animals or squatters inside, but she was not prepared for half a tree peeking in through what used to be the bedroom they shared as kids, some of it also tearing into the kitchen downstairs. And yes, it complicates things, because now instead of standing in their parents’ old, but still marketable house it turns out they’re in a ruin.

“You think we won’t be able to sell it?”

Elsa laughs shortly. “Unless you know of someone willing to buy a house in the middle of nowhere that needs an entire room rebuilt, I don’t think it’s gonna work.”

Anna sucks on her teeth. “I mean, wouldn’t it still work? Just for less than we initially thought?”

Elsa takes a seat on one of the kitchen chairs left behind, looking critically at the (comparably much smaller than upstairs) damage on the walls. “It’s not just the walls, Anna. That means the entire electric grid might be messed up, not to mention I think this is where the pipes traveled between the floors…” She sighs. “If the house was anywhere else we might stand a chance of pawing it off to someone, but in Arendelle– I don’t think there’s a living person out there in the world willing to move here for a project house.”

She says it like she’s speaking to a small child, and one not particularly bright at that, not to a woman in her mid-thirties.

“Well, what if we renovate it?”

Elsa turns around to look at her with the most incredulous expression. “You want to sink thousands of dollars into this house? Because I sure as hell don’t.”

Of course she shoots down her ideas. Anna tries to hide the annoyance from her face and voice. “It might turn out with profit.”

“I very much doubt so.”

x

In the end, they end up calling Mr Bjorgmann, the local jack of all trades in repairs and maintenance their parents’ lawyer pointed them to.

“I’m surprised it’s still standing,” he says, two hours later, looking at their old bedroom upstairs. “It must have amazingly balanced load bearing walls, because the one the tree took out should have definitely had the roof collapse here when it caved in.”

Anna is nodding along as he’s speaking and pointing things out, Elsa now gone back to the kitchen where she’s making some extremely important business-related call.

“Surprisingly though it seems that all the plumbing going here was spared.” He points to a partly exposed pipe disappearing into the floor. “I need to run some more tests in the bathroom and kitchen, and you’ll need someone who can ultrasound the walls to make sure there’s no leakage and mold, but at least for now it seems intact.” He muses, not even speaking directly to Anna, clearly fascinated by what he was looking at. “Obviously you wouldn’t want to stay here now, though, but with proper care there’s still a chance to save it.”

Anna nods again.

“It’s very much a passion project though.” He looks back up at her, then points to the floor. “You and your girlfriend thinking of buying it?”

Anna blushes and clears her throat. “Sister,” she corrects him, and he mouths a ‘my bad’. “And technically we already own it. Well, I own half and she owns half.”

He seems to immediately understand what she means by that and doesn’t pry for more details. “Well, it’s as I said; you’d really need to put a lot of time and work into her, but with some love she’s gonna last you for years.”

It takes her a moment to realize he’s talking about the house.

x

“Absolutely not.”

“But–”

“Anna, I don’t have time for this.” Elsa pinches the bridge of her nose right over where her glasses rest. “I have work to get back to, I can’t just sit here and watch you try to repair the house just because you’re sentimental.”

Anna bristles at that. “I’m not sentimental,” she protests, though that’s not entirely the truth. “I just want to sell the house for more, but to get more you have to put in some to begin with.”

“Put in what exactly?” Elsa asks, her eyes hard as she stares her down. “Do you have the money to buy off my half and then fix this all by yourself? Cause I’m not putting a fucking dollar in this.”

Anna wants to retort something, but– Elsa’s right. She doesn’t have the money to buy off her half, even if she priced it accordingly to the state of the house. She doesn’t have the money to fix it after that. She probably doesn’t even have the money to cover half of the fixes if Elsa actually wanted to do it with her.

So she just shuts her mouth and picks up her bag.

“Where are you going?” Elsa asks, confused.

“I’m gonna spend the night here,” she answers, already on the way up the stairs. “If you wanna sell it off to the township to have it destroyed, I at least want to spend one last night in mom and dad’s bedroom.”

They left a bed behind, she noticed when she was there, and Anna has some warm clothes with her. She shouldn’t be that cold.

“You can take the car, just come pick me up in the morning.”

Last she sees of her, Elsa is rolling her eyes and muttering something under her breath.

x

When Elsa pulls up in the driveway the next morning, Anna is cold to the bone and ready to leave the house behind forever.

“I made some calculations,” Elsa says instead of greeting her. “And some calls. We should be able to fix the walls and the grid, maybe the gas pipes if necessary in the kitchen and whatever needs to be done with the floor in the bedroom within about ten grand,” she continues, putting her smartphone up for Anna to see a complicated, color coded Excel sheet. “I’m willing to put down seven if you can cover the rest.”

It’s almost a thinly veiled insult, but not one Anna can really refute or complain about when it’s presented like this.

“What changed your mind?” she asks instead.

Elsa shrugs. “I want to sell the house for more, too.”

x

Over the next three weeks, Anna visits the house regularly from where she stays in a hotel (that Elsa found for her) just outside Arendelle; they more or less employ Mr Bjorgmann, or Kristoff as he asked her to call him, to coordinate all the repairs between the two floors. He ends up doing much more than that, from offering to fix the electrics himself (‘I’m a certified electrician,’ he says, though Anna’s afraid he wouldn’t be able to actually show her the certificate if she asked for it, but he still does a damn good job at it) to finding them the best teams to do the rest for the lowest price.

Not that it matters much. Elsa, who’s back home for work, calls her every now and then to make sure she doesn’t need to send her more money. With every call like that, Anna grows more accustomed to talking to her again and more resentful of the whole situation.

She does put in whatever money she can scramble to get, feeling too stupid to ask Elsa (who already offered to pay for her hotel stay when Anna said she’s just gonna stay at the house for ‘easier access’) for any more help. After all, they are repairing the house for profit, and it’s going to equally profit both of the theoretical halves of the house they own–in other words, their 70-30 deal will turn to 50-50 profit, and that in itself makes Anna feel like a parasite.

But when one’s a writer, and a writer that hasn’t managed to put out anything new in three years at that, there’s not really much room to complain when it comes to money.

x

When Elsa finally arrives to visit again, a little under two months into the renovations, her suitcase is a little bigger and she’s carrying a big, heavy laptop bag.

“I’m gonna work remotely,” she says when Anna looks at it questioningly, making her blush for being caught staring. “I know you’ve sent me pics when I asked you, but I do want to see that I’m getting my money’s worth from the repairs.”

The drive is equally as awkward as the last time, even if this time Anna doesn’t ask about her recently (? she’s still not sure about when exactly it happened) divorced ex-wife.

“It’s getting prettier in the area,” Elsa observes, surprising Anna halfway into their journey as she points to a nearby blooming apple tree. “It’s going to look nice on the photos when we take them.”

Anna nods and hums absent-mindedly.

x

It’s already dark out when they arrive, mostly due to the four-hour delay of Elsa’s plane, and she can already prove Elsa’s ‘getting her money’s worth’ simply by turning on the light.

“The wall upstairs is completely mended, too,” she says, heading for the stairs while Elsa lingers in the kitchen, looking at the freshly plastered outside wall. “We need to repaint them, obviously, but at least we don’t need to share the space with the squirrels anymore.”

Anna catches herself in what she’s saying–though Elsa doesn’t seem to notice, thank God–after it’s already left her mouth, the urge to slap herself so strong she almost does it right in front of her already not-exactly-impressed-with-her sister.

It’s something she’s been catching herself thinking about for close to two weeks now; as she’s been watching the teams work on rebuilding the walls and the floor, then tearing off the tiles in the upstairs bathroom and the kitchen to put down new, uncracked ones (‘It’s not that much of a deal, and will help the house sell,’ Elsa said over the phone), tidy up some of the inside walls that weren’t in the best of shapes and some hardwood flooring that needed leveling, she… felt at home.

What used to be the place where they grew up, where they had no worries, where she and Elsa were best friends and not just people who occasionally managed to exchange more than a few words about their lives over the phone is now slowly peeking through the guise of a moldy, broken down abandoned house.

“They also fixed up the master bedroom,” she says, drowning out the buzz of her thoughts as Elsa’s humming some approval about their old, now tree-free room. “Sorry I didn’t wait for you and just kind of decided it on my own– there wasn’t a lot to do there anyway, and I figured that people tend to look at the master bedroom the most when considering a house, so…”

She trails off, and doesn’t mention that she might have spent a few nights in that bedroom herself over the last week.

x

“What about the tree?”

Elsa’s question cuts through the silence like an ax as they’re sitting in the kitchen, eating some Chinese food that, surprisingly, delivers to the area.

“What do you mean?” Anna answers with a question, not exactly sure what information Elsa is looking for. “The half that was in the house is in the shed outside, Kristoff cut it up in pieces that can be used as firewood.”

Elsa nods, one of her eyebrows raised in that particular way it always does when she thinks something’s a decent idea. “I meant the actual tree,” she clarifies, pointing to the kitchen window. “The part that’s still rooted in the ground.”

“Oh,” Anna answers, and Elsa’s brows immediately furrow at her sadder tone. “Well, that seems to be dying. Kristoff said he doesn’t think anything could be done to save it.”

“That Kristoff really seems to know everything, huh?”

Anna stops with her chopsticks halfway to her face, completely taken aback by the jealousy in her voice. “Is that a problem?”

Elsa huffs. “I just don’t know if I trust him,” she says, and that tinge of jealousy is still there, proving to Anna that she did not just imagine it. “You know what they say about jacks of all trades.”

“He’s a decent guy,” Anna protests, now completely setting her utensils down by the box. “He’s carried this project pretty much on his back.”

Elsa doesn’t answer anything to that, but her expression is still very unamused.

x

“I’m going to stay here tonight,” she announces as Anna is throwing out the boxes and cans. “I didn’t have the time to arrange for a hotel, and I don’t think they’re gonna have any vacancies left for me at this hour.”

Anna’s about to argue–the hotel has maybe seven rotating guests and some incidental travelers that are stopping there just for one night on the way to something more interesting than Arendelle, and if they really don’t have anything left her room has two beds in it–before realization hits her like a tree through the wall.

Elsa wants to stay at the house. She just doesn’t know how to admit it, so she hides behind a stupid excuse.

“Do you want me to stay with you?”

It’s out in the air before she manages to stop herself–why, why on Earth would she ask this when things were going somewhat smoothly?–and Anna is almost sure she just fucked everything up, when Elsa surprises her again.

“Doesn’t matter to me either way.”

What could be potentially taken as offensive by some people in this case makes Anna’s heart somersault in elation. Doesn’t matter to me either way is Elsa not telling her she needs to stay away. Doesn’t matter to me either way is Elsa not trying to erase her from her life. Doesn’t matter to me either way is them both once again alone in this house.

Without discussing it further, she lets Elsa stay in the master bedroom while she takes the couch in the living room.

x

It’s a week since Elsa arrived, and they’ve stayed at the house together the entire time.

“What about this wallpaper?” Elsa asks, turning her laptop towards Anna to show her a vivid, floral pattern on a deep emerald background.

Anna grimaces. “It’s a little dark,” she points out, mostly referring to the background. “Besides, I’m not sure how I feel about wallpapers in general. Maybe as an accent wall.”

Elsa takes the laptop back and looks at the pattern critically. “It’s not that dark,” she argues, then sighs. “But I guess you’re right. Maybe if the windows were bigger.”

They’ve so far chosen paint for most of the rooms downstairs, all of them now upgraded with a refreshed plaster and waiting for the dark wood half-siding they ordered a few days ago, but it’s really the bedrooms that are proving the most difficult. Elsa’s spending a good chunk of her days trying to visualize the rooms in some app she found online, and each time Anna looks over her shoulder there’s more details in them.

First it was just the walls. Then some rugs, to match the walls. Then curtains, obviously, to match the rugs. Then some basic furniture, because if they’re getting curtains they might as well sell fully-furnished.

Right now she’s at the stage of adding wall decorations and potted plants, and Anna’s heart is smiling on the inside.

Because the more details Elsa puts in her app, the more she’s excited about the house. Her initial stay of one week has already been prolonged to two weeks (‘Really, I feel like I could do my job remotely all the time and nobody would even notice I’m not there,’ she said, as if she wasn’t the CFO), and the more she’s doing things like this the more Anna feels like they could go back to normal.

She doesn’t say it out loud, of course. She keeps all of these observations to herself, because if she were to point anything out, she risks Elsa noticing what she’s doing before it’s too late and receding back into her shell.

The shell of avoiding her own sister like the plague for almost twenty years.

x

Anna wipes the sweat off her brow, careful to not smear any more paint on her face. Especially considering they’re doing the dining room now, where Elsa decided to go with a vivid, almost Granny Smith Apple green, which already looks ridiculous on her cheek when contrasted with her hair.

“You’re doing a great job,” Kristoff says, admiring the wall Anna’s been working on. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say a professional painter did this.”

“Gee, thanks,” she says, punching his biceps and laughing at his obviously fake ‘ow.’ “Do you have to get a certificate in this, or can you just bullshit your way through?”

They’ve become somewhat good friends over the few months Kristoff had spent helping them renovate the house. Kristoff’s various certificates–or lack thereof–have become sort of an inside joke between them, especially after Anna assured him she didn’t mind (and wasn’t mad about his ‘certified electrician’ lie, considering he did a great job with it anyway), to the point where she’d sometimes ask him if he had a certificate for the weirdest things (‘do you have a certificate to wear these shoes,’ she’d ask whenever he showed up in a pair of Crocs).

“Actually, yeah,” he answers, scratching his chin. “You could make it without, but it’s definitely much easier for business to have one.”

She laughs and turns away, back to her wall. “Let me just finish this one and then we can have a lunch break,” she says, her stomach immediately rumbling in response. “I’m kinda starving here.”

He hums behind her, picking his paint roller up from the floor. “On that note, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he’s suddenly sounding more nervous–enough to make Anna stop and look around at him, worried. He notices her gaze and quickly looks away, flushed. “Do you, ah– do you maybe wanna go grab a bite to eat later?”

Anna blinks in confusion. “I literally just suggested that,” she says, slowly. “Just let me finish the wall so the paint layer is even.”

“No, I meant– I meant like, later-later.” He’s now full-on red in the face. “Like, evening-later.”

“Oh, sorry,” she says quickly, suddenly feeling real bad, because he’s never asked her to hang out with him before. “I kinda have this whole ‘stay here and cook’ thing planned with Elsa…”

She hopes he can’t tell how fucking excited she is for that, because it was Elsa’s idea–the first time she’s actually suggested they do something like this together.

“Ah,” he answers, dropping his gaze to the floor. “What about tomorrow?”

“We’re seeing a lawyer in the afternoon.”

“Day after tomorrow then?”

“I think I’m free, but what do–”

“I’m asking you out on a date, Anna.”

Her mouth still hangs open mid-sentence when he drops that. Of course. She’s a fucking idiot who ignored all the signs–very much out in the open signs at that, now that she thinks about it–just because she’s–

“I’m sorry, Kris,” she says softly. He’s a great guy, not just as a help in renovations but altogether as well, and the last thing she wants is to break his heart. “I’m not– I don’t really– It’s complicated.”

His face falls. “Do you have someone? Sorry, I should have ask–”

“No, it’s not like that!” she says hurriedly, maybe a tad too hurriedly. “I mean, I’m kind of into someone, but–” she stops and takes a deep breath. Unlike most men she’s met in her life, Kristoff waits patiently for her to continue. “I’m gay, Kris.”

“Oh.” He looks back up at her, his eyes wide. “Oh.” He repeats, literally slapping his forehead. “I’m so dumb.”

Anna gets over to him in a flash to hold his forearm as he’s about to aim for another strike to his own forehead. “You’re not dumb, I just–”

“No, I mean– I mean, when I first saw you I kinda got a vibe, but then I thought that you just wear flannels so much because you don’t wanna ruin your good clothes while renovating–”

She’s about to protest and defend her fashion style, but they get interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.

“I made such a fool out of myself,” he groans, quieter, obviously not wanting Elsa to hear him. “I– I have to go.” He starts heading for the archway leading out the dining room, but he stops before he reaches it. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow.”

He says it with a smile–a shy, embarrassed one, but a smile–and she knows they’re okay, he just needs to work some things out. He leaves in a hurry, muttering something about ‘total imbecile’ to himself.

Not two minutes later she hears the front door close again, and not one minute after that Elsa pokes her head into the room.

“Did Kristoff just run away?” she asks, and when Anna nods, she expands the question. “What did you do to him?”

Anna sighs, dropping her still wet paint roller down on the foil-covered floor. “I turned him down.”

Elsa just says a quiet ‘oh’, but Anna can almost swear she sees a glimpse of a smile on her face before her head disappears behind the wall again.

x

For their cook-together dinner, Elsa decided to get some fresh tiger shrimps from the market, complete with artichoke hearts, some artisan pasta and all the ingredients necessary for bechamel sauce.

“Did you get a promotion or something?” Anna asks as they’re finishing up in the kitchen, looking at the fancy plates Elsa is preparing.

She didn’t even know Elsa was that good of a cook. The whole dinner looks celebratory and expensive, worthy of a freaking Michelin star restaurant, and the only thing Anna really had to do was cook the pasta (and she almost messed that up, too.)

“No,” Elsa says around a bright smile. “I just wanted a nice dinner with my sister. Is that not allowed?”

She’s teasing, but Anna’s heart jumps. Dinner with my sister. It wouldn’t strike any normal (non-Anna) person as anything special, but Elsa’s been almost fully gone from her life for years now. To have dinner with my sister is something Anna used to dream about.

“It is,” she says, shooting her an equally bright smile back, as she watches Elsa finish up the plates.

x

One other skill she didn’t know Elsa had - she pairs her wine perfectly with a meal.

They’re sitting in the freshly repainted, but otherwise barren living room on the new couch Elsa had delivered less than a week ago, slowly nursing their dry red out of brand new crystal. Elsa’s legs are folded under her, her arm slung nonchalantly over the back of the couch as she rolls the stem of the glass between her fingers.

“To the house,” she says suddenly, raising the glass higher in a small, private toast. “It’s really coming along nicely.”

Anna’s glass meets her to clink, as Anna herself turns around to face her.

“It really does,” she confirms, her face flushed from the wine and emotions. “I’m really starting to love it here.”

Elsa hums appreciatively, taking a longer sip of her wine, before she looks back at her face. “You still have some paint on your cheek,” she points out.

Then, to Anna’s absolute shock, she brings a hand up to stroke– no, caress her cheek right where she tried to scrub the paint off.

“You’re still so clumsy sometimes,” she says softly, and Anna isn’t sure if she’s talking about just the paint or something else. She is, in fact, quite an accident prone person, as she’s sure Elsa noticed over the past few weeks when Anna was actively involved in the renovation process. “I’m kinda glad it’s looking like it’s gonna be done soon and we can sell.” She lets out a huff of laughter, closing her eyes, unable to notice Anna’s face falling into a scowl. “I don’t want you to… I don’t know, fall off a ladder and break all your bones– are you okay?”

Her eyes are finally open again and she immediately spots Anna’s expression.

“Yeah,” Anna says, though she can’t even keep the hurt and anger from her voice. “I just– you still want to sell it?”

Elsa blinks, then takes her hand away from Anna’s face. “That was the plan all along,” she states, a strikingly calm contrast to Anna’s heated voice.

“I thought you might have–” Anna bites her tongue. Her own hand starts to shake, and she puts her wine glass down on the floor before she spills any on the couch. “I thought that maybe you had some second thoughts.”

“I know you’ve put a lot of work into this, but it was all supposed to be for raising the property value.”

“Well, yes, but–” Anna chokes on her words, wine-tipsy, not even sure what exactly she wants to say. “I-I thought you might have wanted to move here…”

With me, she doesn’t add.

Elsa huffs again, but this time it’s annoyance, not laughter. “Why would I? I don’t need a house, Anna,” she deadpans. “I have a perfectly good apartment waiting for me back home.”

Back home. Something Anna was never, ever, able to truly say–not after leaving this house seventeen years ago. “This is home,” she whines, her throat all choked up with emotion. Elsa’s about to protest, but she doesn’t let her speak just yet. “It was home years ago and it can be now, too, Elsa, just please–”

Elsa’s dam finally breaks and her face contorts in anger. “You know damn well why it can’t,” she almost growls this out, like a scared, caged animal. “Not for me. I don’t know if your memory is just all fucked up or there’s something else wrong with you, but if you want to live here so much, feel free to buy my half out.”

She’s watching her, eyes as harsh as her words that still hang and echo in the empty room, piercing Anna’s time every time they come back around.

“Elsa, I–”

It’s so similar. Way too similar to a night so long ago, but one she remembers so clearly, despite what Elsa might think of her memory right now. The way Elsa is looking at her now–the disdain, the fury, the pain in her eyes all so reminiscent of that shocked expression still etched in her memory like a still image left on for too long on a TV screen.

Elsa’s lips tremble now just as they did then, too. “This was all a mistake,” she says, her voice now shifting to an almost distressed tone as she sets the wine glass down on the floor next to the couch. She doesn’t get up right away, she doesn’t run out of the room–she’s grown, and so has Anna, even if Elsa refuses to see it now. “We should have just sold the house right off the bat, it– it’s poisoned something in you again and you–”

She stops and gives her a startled, borderline terrified look when Anna bursts out into laughter. “It’s not the fucking house, Elsa,” she says, and the pure power in her voice surprises even herself. “I want to stay here just because I grew up here and I like the place, but it’s not poisoning my mind or whatever it is you meant to say.”

For once this evening, Elsa doesn’t have anything to say as she just watches Anna apprehensively, trying to gauge her next move.

“I just never stopped.”

That makes her eyes widen; Anna can tell she knows exactly what she means, what those four simple, seemingly harmless words truly convey.

And she does mean it.

She never stopped loving her.

She never stopped yearning for her.

She never stopped, never managed to stop the fucking mess of feelings–not the distance, not the guilt, not even the cut down on contact for years helped her heart heal.

And right now she’s just thrown out any chance of Elsa changing her decision. There was no way she’d move into the house with her after what she’d just heard her say.

She sees Elsa shift up from the couch and she moves to reach out for her, catch her before she has a chance to run just like she did back then, hold her down by force if she has to, at least long enough to make her listen to Anna attempt to explain her way out of this clusterfuck–

But Elsa is not running away. Her weight is suddenly in Anna’s lap, and her hands are gripping both sides of her lower jaw, the tips of her manicured nails scratching at the bottom of Anna’s earlobes as she drags her face up, her lips catching Anna’s hungrily, the taste of the wine still lingering on her tongue when it enters Anna’s mouth like an unstoppable force.

Anna’s mind short circuits; all of her thoughts now turn to gibberish, her hands moving up on their own to rest on Elsa’s hips to keep her down, keep her steady, keep her from leaving her in this exact room again.

Elsa moans into her mouth when she feels one of Anna’s hand grip up higher, snake around her waist to rest on her back and pull her closer, the knees on either side of Anna’s hips now hitting the back of the new couch with no way forward but deeper into Anna until they are melded into something that can never be broken apart again.

It’s a beautiful, fairy-tale-like moment that’s going to go into the collection of memories to obsess over once it’s gone–because it will be gone soon. Anna did grow up, and she understands more now.

It doesn’t even surprise her that much when she feels Elsa’s cheeks wet with tears.

When Elsa finally pulls away, her eyes are filled with sadness and guilt, the exact combination Anna expected to see. “I’m sorry,” she says, again, like seventeen years ago, only her tone is just… defeated, not as frightened as then. She looks down at her–also not like then, when it was Anna on top of her–with an apologetic smile, as if she knows exactly what’s going through Anna’s mind now. “I– I think you should have the house. I’m just gonna sign my half over to you, as a gift,” she doesn’t say parting gift, but it’s well implied there. “I’ll be gone by morning.”

And with that simple, last statement, she gets up–slowly, and walks out of the room slowly too, not turning around to give her one last look, not running out of the house in fear of someone finding out what they’ve just done. They’re alone now. They’re much older now.

But Elsa is gone, again, and Anna can’t do anything but watch her climb upstairs to the master bedroom, where she’s going to spend one final night before she’s out of her life–and this time, surely, for good.

It’s only when she hears her phone buzz from the armrest and looks at it to see a message from Kristoff that it all hits her at once.

‘Hey. Sorry for earlier. Hope you had a good time with your sister tonight.’

She hides her face in her hands as the tears begin to spill out.

x

Just as she said, Elsa is gone by the time Anna wakes up.

The house that she used to love so much as a child and grew to love again over the past few weeks now really feels like a curse. Poison, as Elsa put it. Like something infecting her mind, putting little bits of toxic waste in her brain to see how much she can take before she finally breaks down.

Anna is thirty-six. She’s spent well over half of her life now in love with her sister, and the past fifteen years longing for her while scared to contact her in any way–because if she did, Elsa might just have told her the words she never actually did.

Stay away from me.

I hate you.

You’re nothing to me.

She’d imagined hearing that numerous times, trying to prepare for the inevitable.

To know now that she could have her back, could have a normal, somewhat maybe even close relationship with her as a sister, could see her for Christmas, visit her on her birthday, call her when she needs to talk if she didn’t go and ruin it all again with her stupid, loose tongue–that’s just a low blow she’s not sure she’s going to recover from.

To know that Elsa apparently cares for her enough to give up her part of the inheritance to her, that feels like a stab to the side.

And to know that Elsa might have felt at least similar, if not exactly the same, as her desperate kiss whispered against Anna’s lips–that’s a deep, violent cut straight through her heart.

She calls Kristoff the next morning and tells him she’s sick.

She needs some time alone.

x

It’s a few weeks later when the summer weather starts visiting the area more consistently that Anna is putting in some finishing touches to the paint-job outside.

The moldy siding and broken porch were the last things remaining to be fixed; Kristoff told her it would be best to wait for a few sunny days in a row before they take off the wood to put in some new boards, and she didn’t fight him on it. She didn’t fight anyone on anything, just going along with whatever people decided because she was clearly not capable of making sound decisions.

Kristoff seemed to notice something was off–he offhandedly asked her where Elsa went off to so suddenly, and she kinda just grumbled in response–but he didn’t pry, and she was really glad for that bit of privacy.

She’s putting on a last layer of fresh, white paint on the renovated railing on the porch when she realizes that for the first time in weeks she is truly alone. No Kristoff, no builders, no plumbers.

No Elsa.

She notices the tear drop ball up on the water and moisture resistant paint before she actually feels her eyes get wet.

x

It’s beautiful.

A labor of love if she’s ever seen one; the house looks exactly like she remembers from her childhood, if much more vibrant now with the fresh layer of paint.

She’s sitting in the backyard with some tea, listening to the droning of the cicadas in the tall grass behind her and just admiring the work. She’s spent the past few weeks so focused on just getting it done that she’s never stopped to actually appreciate what the house is now.

It’s home again.

Lonely, solitary home.

The sun is setting, the light hitting the new windows of their old room, making them shine like gold. It’s summer now, but the evening breeze can still be quite chilly; Anna wraps herself tighter in the blanket, then curls up more in her seat.

The seat she had to fight Kristoff over when he tried to remove it, because ‘why would you need a piece of garbage like this.’

“He was always so proud of this bench.”

Elsa’s voice catches her off-guard; she almost spills the tea all over herself in panic before she turns around frantically to check if she’s really there.

She is. She must have come around the house from the side Anna couldn’t see from where she was sitting, and she probably rented one of those hybrids again so she couldn’t hear her pull up the driveway.

She catches a glimpse of Anna’s face, and her own turns apologetic. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” she says as she takes a seat next to her, hissing in surprise when her fingers touch the cold metal, before she leans back and relaxes, a small smile on her face again. “Remember how mom would whine at him as he worked on it?”

Anna’s still shocked–Elsa is here–but she nods.

“‘Why can’t you just throw it out’,” Elsa quotes, a perfect impression of their mother’s irritated voice. “‘It’s just going to rust up in there!’”

That finally makes Anna crack a smile, as she responds in the lowest voice she can muster, “‘It’s a damn solid bathtub, it’s gonna be fine.’”

They both laugh softly as Anna puts her cup of tea down in the grass then runs her hand along the cut, welded rim of the leaky bathtub their father stubbornly turned into an outside seat. The white enamel is crumbling off in some places, the tiniest hint of rust poking out along the edge–like their mother predicted, though it did last out here for a good thirty or so years.

Anna’s laughter comes to a halt when Elsa’s fingers reach for her own. She looks up at her, unsure of what her sister is up to anymore.

“I’m sorry,” she says simply, her voice sad, but warm. No trace of anger or disgust for Anna. “I ran away again.”

Anna hums and nods. “You were probably right to.” She looks down at their hands–still touching, but not locked together. “I– I think I’m just broken beyond repair.”

Elsa’s sharp intake of breath makes her look back up. “Don’t say that.” Her voice is so quiet Anna can barely even hear her over the cicadas. “Nothing is ever beyond repair.” She points with her chin to the back of the house, where the freshly built-in wall doesn’t even stand out against the rest. “And it’s not you that’s broken, it’s us.”

Anna raises her brows in question.

“I want to repair us.”

She finally intertwines their hands, and Anna lets herself hope she understands. She then leans in to place the softest, most tender kiss on Anna’s lips, and it’s actually so much better than she hoped.

She hoped to just get her sister back. She never even imagined Elsa could want to–

“I guess I’m poisoned too,” she whispers against her lips as she’s pulling away.

She doesn’t outright use the Big Words, but Anna knows what she means by that. And it’s enough. It’s enough for her to reach out and catch her older sister, the sister she’s almost lost again, by the collar and pull her into herself as she’s both yearned and feared to do for so many years.

When they pull away this time, Elsa’s face is flushed and her hair is pulled out of her loose bun where Anna sank her needy fingers against her scalp, and she looks breathtakingly beautiful against the setting sun.

“Move in with me,” Anna says before she can stop herself, before Elsa can shrink back into her shell, before this all turns out to be a dream or some other cliché catch.

Elsa smiles. “I already brought all of my things.”

x

They’re standing in front of the broken tree that almost took down their family home.

“That’s what you wanted me to see?” Anna asks, grinning at her older-sister-turned-lover. The summer is now in full swing, and Anna can’t remember a time in her life when she’d ever felt happier than the past two weeks of waking up in the master bedroom with Elsa by her side. “The dead tree?”

Elsa’s quiet for a moment, before she says, “do you remember we planted this tree together?”

Anna’s smile falls a little, and she shakes her head.

“You were probably too young,” Elsa muses. “I was barely six then, so I think that makes you roughly three… father came in one afternoon with a sapling that was maybe five inches big.” She smiles at the memory and closes her eyes as she takes a deep breath through her nose and Anna is so absolutely in love with her. “He wanted to plant it a little further away in the yard, but you were adamant that you wanted to be able to see it from our room.”

Anna laughs, imagining herself standing there with her hands on her hips and all the resolution a three year old can muster.

Elsa opens her eyes again, and this time there’s some lingering sadness in them.

“That’s why you were so worried about the tree,” Anna suddenly realizes, out loud. Then another thought hits her like a freight train. “And I guess it’s my fault it fell into the house.”

“It’s not your fault.” Elsa shakes her head. “That was just an unfortunate accident. But yes,” she stops and reaches out to touch the dry bark peeling off from the broken trunk. “I was really worried about this one. It meant a lot to me.”

Anna reaches out herself, but her hand finds the small of Elsa’s back. “I’m really sorry,” she says quietly, and when Elsa doesn’t protest, she pulls her closer to herself in a half embrace. “I feel stupid I didn’t remember that.”

Elsa nuzzles into her shoulder. “You were three,” she murmurs, then plants a tiny kiss on top of Anna’s freckled skin. “But that’s not all I wanted to show you.”

Anna looks down at her, puzzled, before Elsa points out to one of the higher branches.

There, just barely visible, sits a proud, green bud.

“Nothing is ever beyond repair,” Elsa repeats her own words and lets Anna pull her in for a kiss.

[loonysama]

Fear cannot be trusted :} So, 19 and 23 for the ask.

19. Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing? (favourite verb, something you describe ‘too often’, trope you can’t get enough of?)

Definitely the word "just." It just finds a way into almost every sentence. I just can't get enough!

Somehow Hans always gives Anna roses and Kristoff always gives her sunflowers.

And Anna has said in more than a couple of stories, "Kristoff, you're wearing too many clothes!" I just can't get enough of that line!

23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

"Two Brothers and Their Dragons" [Yes, I'm aware of the double entendre and I'm ignoring it.] It's a Frozen x Tangled x Dragons crossover where Kristoff and Hiccup are brothers and Kristoff owns a bar. Their mother was killed when Hiccup was just a baby because she tried to solve a mystery and the wrong people caught wind of it. Now things have come full circle again and they need to solve the mystery to save Rapunzel, who's mysteriously disappeared. There's also cute Kristoff/Anna, Hiccup/Astrid, Eugene/Rapunzel, and Elsa/Maren. Anna is a nanny/dog walker and Astrid works for her. Eugene is Kristoff's best friend and sometimes employee. Rapunzel is an aspiring artist that works for Kristoff. Anna and Rapunzel are cousins. Oh, and Ryder is Honeymaren and Kristoff's son. Elsa is not Anna's sister here, but she reminders Anna of her sister. Scooby Doo meets noir vibes.

It was a little ambitious when I first started writing, and I hoped to get to it this year, but I'm afraid the plot bunnies have taken over and I'm drowning in already posted WIPs I need to finish. Maybe next year?

Thanks for the ask @true--north!!!

[frustrated-writer-skyeknight]

Strange magic [full movie]

How this did it better than Beauty and the Beast

(Though disclaimer, I also like that movie)

✅Misogynist antagonist constantly shamed by leading heroine

✅They didn't fall in love immediately

✅It was a developed relationship

✅They find things they have in common and bonded over it

✅He didn't like her because of her beauty

✅She didn't start liking him because he did several nice gestures especially for her

✅No handsome transformation in the ending, to maintain the 'beast' quality being present, and still deserving love.

✅✅✅IT ALSO HAS SONG NUMBERS

Thinking of making Plotbunny sets of this for:

Pairings: Honeymaren x Elsa, Ryder x Gregory

Castings:

Honeymaren - Marianne

Elsa - Sunny

Ryder - Dawn

Gregory - Bog King

Roland - as himself

🐇Plotbunnies🐇

Honeymaren is Queen Elsa's personal bodyguard.

Honeymaren is also her partner, soon to be wife.

Roland proposes to Ryder, and their wedding is first before Elsa and Honeymaren's.

Roland is set on marrying Ryder, who is Captain of the Knights. He wants to climb ranks faster this way, so he could lead the army too.

On the day of Ryder's wedding, Honeymaren finds out Roland's been cheating on her brother. She demands the wedding to be cancelled.

Honeymaren doesn't tell Ryder why. Roland was the first to "show interest" in him, and if he finds out it was all a lie, it would kill him. Literally. Enchanted Pixies die if they're too grieved.

Elsa tries convincing her fianceé to tell Ryder the truth. But Honeymaren doesn't want to risk losing her brother.

Honey Maren allows herself to be painted as the bad guy.

Ryder doesn't understand why his sister suddenly forbides him from falling in love, and is suddenly protective. He was Captain of the Knights! He could take care of himself.

[annarendellsa]

♡ my frozen lgbt+ headcanons ♡

(yes I'm doing like @ace-queen-of-arendelle cause i was low key hijacking their post x))

obviously, these are headcanons, just my thoughts. i'm non-binary, lesbian, demisexual and probably arospec so my identity has of course an influence on these headcanons. please research the terms you don't know, ecosia is free, do not invalidate other people's identities, etc. i'm not trying to be constructive here really, I'm just vibing. either vibe with me or ignore, don't be an ass, thank you

1) Elsa

first and foremost, Elsa is a lesbian to me. I've seen myself in her since the first movie came out, and fun fact, it's at that time (i was 10) that i realised I was a lesbian myself. thank you Elsa for that awakening! now i ship her (a LOT) with Honeymaren, so I'm not against the headcanon of just aroace Elsa, but I see her more as a lesbian on the ace spectrum. but we really lack aroace representation in general, so I completely understand and enjoy the headcanon of aroace Elsa <3

2) Anna

to me Anna is bisexual for the simple reason that this outfit:

(screencap by @constable-frozen I believe)

screams this to me:

that's it. that's the reason. I see colours and go flag!!!!!!!!! its the bi flag!!!!! so bi Anna it is

3) Kristoff

bi as well, mostly because m/f bi couples have an amazing energy and kristanna has a lot of that energy. he could also be polyamorous bc let's be honest, he and ryder had quite a lot of chemistry 👁👁 but he also loves Anna deeply hehe

4) Hans

ugh. cishet. ew /hj

5) Olaf

non binary! yeah snowman is a gendered word but?? olaf knows no gender. only warm hugs. I think olaf could use any pronouns, really. disney loves gender too much sadly and they had to go like Olaf is a Boy Look!! he has Eyebrows but we know. we know

6) Sven

same. that's a reindeer. I don't mean that in a bad way, i love animals but they're too cool to know what gender is

7) Honeymaren

lesbian. really lesbian. I love lesbians man!! we're so sexy

also i like to think that the Northuldra have a really different vision of gender, and that labels like "transgender" or "cisgender" don't really make sense to them. (and it'd be accurate, bc those labels were made by western people, and many indigenous peoples have in fact a different perspective of gender and identities. i'm thinking of the two-spirits, but if I'm wrong please tell me, I'd love to learn more! i hate gender but i love gender history)

that's why to me Honeymaren uses she/they pronouns, or even only they/them pronouns. it's a vibe. I Feel the vibe. that's why often in my fanarts, people say "they" when talking about Maren.

8) Ryder

he knows nothing about women. and he doesn't want to. the boy is gay! that's all i have

9) Yelena

she's giving me aroace vibes tbh! also like Honeymaren i don't think she labels herself as a woman? idk

10) Oaken

now i feel like he's coded as what people think gay men are? but also that guy in the sauna could be his boyfriend. I'd say Oaken doesn't use labels

11) Iduna

once again, colours!

purple=ace in my head so that's why I think I hc her as ace

thanks for reading!

[shy-peacock]

Here’s my ridiculous Frozen/Ratld crossover with nods to other disney stuff and Elsa x Maren with Rayamaari that had no business being in the world but-

HERE IT IS XD

[olivesnook33]

Date Me - Chapter 15: Finally!

Elsa breathed deeply. The comforting weight on her chest was calming her racing heart. Maren shifted a little and tightened her grip around the blonde’s waist almost as though she knew Elsa needed her grounding touch even as she slept. It had been a little while since the two week stretch after her panic attack where the nurse had had to wake her up nearly every hour in the night but it was still awful. Especially now.

Over the course of their relationship her nightmares, while happening far less often, had taken on a new form. Sometimes it was still Anna and others it was Honeymaren. Tonight’s was the worst one yet. Elsa had laid helplessly on the ground as Cathrine…

Her breath caught in her throat at the false memory. It was irrational. She knew it was irrational. She repeatedly told herself it was irrational. But it didn’t matter. She eased herself out from under Maren and picked up the first shirt and sweatpants she came across. The blonde quietly padded down the hall and peaked into Cathrine’s room but the little girl wasn’t there.

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I promise I am in the middle of working on Word of the Day and GAHHHH I Can’t Do It they are both about halfway done so should hopefully be up soon!

[is0gild]

Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 24

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 7,564

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Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

When I awoke, Mother was gone. It made sense, seeing as how daylight was streaming in through the bedroom window now and I could hardly have expected her to stay all night with me. She'd probably left not too long after I'd nodded off.

Part of me wondered if she had ever really been there in the first place or if I had simply dreamed the whole thing up. It'd all just been so weird. Mother hadn't been that… well, motherly towards me in over a decade. It was a long lost part of our relationship that I'd dearly missed, so I wouldn't have put it past my subconscious mind to cook something like that up while I was dreaming especially now that I was back in my childhood bedroom where such old memories could be sparked. But no, I was still in my dress I'd worn for dinner yesterday evening and I wouldn't have gone to bed without changing first, not unless Mother had actually been here.

But that still begged the question: why her sudden and unexpected change in behavior after all this time?

Maybe… it had something to do with the wedding? Maybe me running out on it and disappearing for weeks without a word had taken its toll on her even more so than I'd ever realized? If so, then her little visit last night had probably just been a… a moment of weakness, and a fleeting one at that. Why else would she have waited until we were away from Father's and Grandfather's prying eyes? Once we were back around them, not to mention the rest of the family, her usual mask would probably be firmly back in place again. She would be prim and proper, cold and reserved, just like she'd been for years now and it would be like those precious few moments last night had never happened.

...or maybe I was being overly pessimistic. Maybe now I had an ally in Mother where I'd previously thought to have had none. Maybe The Talk™ tomorrow wouldn't be as bad as I feared, not if I had her and Anna on my side.

But honestly, who knew? Who ever knew anything really when it came to my family? I certainly didn't. Not anymore. Not for a long time.

All I could do was wait and see and hope the anxiety didn't murder me in the meantime.

I climbed out of bed, grimacing at my reflection in the vanity mirror, at what a rumpled mess my dress had become overnight. This was the second time this week I'd slept in a garment that wasn't meant to be slept in. This was dangerously on the verge of forming into a habit. I really needed to stop. Sighing, I started walking towards my luggage so I could dig out something fresh to wear. However, I was halted in my tracks by a knock at my door.

I hesitated in answering it, giving my appearance another once over in the mirror.

This time, my reflection responded with a wrinkle of her nose.

Ugh, everyone's a critic.

Ah well, there was nothing for it. No amount of hand smoothing would make this dress fit to be seen and I wasn't about to make whoever it was wait for me to change. Tossing my frazzled braid back over my shoulder, I moved towards the door and opened it just wide enough for me to poke a head out.

"Mornin', El!" Lea beamed down at me, looking far more presentable than I on day two of his whole rebel-without-a-cause aesthetic he had going on.

I smiled back with a soft, "Good morning."

Dipping into a bow, he swept a hand out to one side, "I've come to escort thee to breakfast forthwith, m'lady."

"My my, we'll make a gentleman out of you yet," I hummed a chuckle.

He scoffed with a big theatrical sniff. "My word, I say, perish the fucking thought!"

"Shoot, you were this close," I snorted with a shake of my head. "Just give me a quick minute to change."

Before I could shut the door however, he stopped me with his hand lightly snagging mine. "But why? You already look as gorgeous as ever this morning."

I stubbornly ignored the tiny flutter I felt inside my ribcage. Didn't he realize it was a bit silly to be pulling the whole googly-eyed boyfriend routine when it was just the two of us? Maybe he was just getting into character early before we went down into the dining room. I rolled my eyes, "Oh yeah, gorgeous enough to make Mother pale, Father choke, and Grandfather faint."

Smirking, Lea said, "All I'm hearing are a ton of pros and a whole lotta nada for the cons column."

My eyelids drooped but before I could reply, there was a sudden shout from down the hall, "Ah-ha! There you are!" A blur zoomed towards us, attaching itself to Lea's arm.

Or rather, herself, seeing as how it was Anna.

So… the prodigal sister had at last graced me with her presence.

"I thought I might find you here," she grinned up at Lea, who just blinked down at her in response. Then she directed that grin my way, "Hi, Sis! Bye, Sis! Alright, big guy, let's go!" She charged off once more, dragging Lea with her. Or rather… she tried to anyway. But I imagine Lea could be quite the anchor when he didn't want to move, so instead the hold she had on his elbow ended up snapping her back like a rubberband.

I quirked an eyebrow at her. "What's the rush, Anna?"

"Yeah, short stuff, where's the fire?" Lea asked.

"We gotta get you ready!" Again, she gave another tug of his arm.

Again, he didn't budge. "For…?"

"For a beautiful day out on the water," she stated as if it were obvious. We both stared at her blankly and she huffed. "We're going yachting!"

Both eyebrows shot up Lea's forehead. "We? As in you and me?"

"And Elsa," she added, stomping over to Lea's other side and pressing her shoulder into his arm, trying to shove him into moving. It was kind of like watching a chihuahua attempt to out muscle a great dane. Just as effective too. Panting from the exertion, she tacked on, "And Maren and Ryder too."

"Oh, okay," Lea nodded, then frowned. "...and Maren and Ryder would be?"

"Our cousins," I said before furrowing my brow at Anna. "Wait, they're here? Since when?"

"Since an hour ago," she grunted, still pushing all her weight against Lea and getting nowhere, her feet sliding and scraping against the carpet. "Auntie Yelena showed up early with them. Now Mom and Dad want to shoo us young'uns out of the house so we won't be in the way while this whole place is turned upside down by party prep chaos. So," she paused, red-faced and puffing for breath before brightening, "figured we could take Daddy's yacht out for a lil spin!"

Lea cocked his head, "Still don't get why you're trying t- oof, hey now!" David (aka Anna) had managed to catch Goliath (aka Lea) off guard by ramming her shoulder into his side, forcing him to stagger a step. "-why you're trynta kidnap me," he finished in a grumble.

Stepping back from him, she crossed her arms and fixed him with a dull stare. "...did you pack swim shorts?"

"Well no, but I didn't know we were gonna-"

"Exactly!" she cried triumphantly, latching onto his elbow once more. "So we're gonna go borrow you some from Ryder!"

"You coulda just said that in the firs-" his words were swallowed in a yelp as she suddenly bolted, this time managing to haul Lea tripping and stumbling behind her.

"Be ready to go in fifteen minutes, Sis! Meet us in the driveway! See ya there!" Anna's voice echoed down the corridor back towards me in their wake.

I called after her, "But breakfast-"

"We'll pick something up on the way!"

...she was still acting so very strange.

Sure, she was always a ball of energy, but normally she'd let me talk more than that before making a break for it. It'd almost felt like she couldn't get away from me fast enough. I knew she'd been in a hurry, but getting Lea seaworthy hardly called for the state of emergency she was making it out to be.

Now more than ever, I was determined to get to the bottom of her odd behavior. Luckily for me, Anna had slipped up and made the error of trapping us on a boat together for the next several hours. And even if said boat was a yacht, there still weren't exactly a lot of places for her to hide from me on it.

She couldn't possibly keep avoiding me there.

My mistake.

Anna very well could keep avoiding me here and in fact had been doing so successfully for the past hour. It was not a matter of whether or not she had places to hide so much as she just never seemed to stay still for more than ten seconds. She'd always kind of been the cartoon Tasmanian Devil given human form, but now she was that on friggin' steroids. Just a constant whirl of chaos that was always on the move.

"I'm flying, Jack!"

Then, of course, there was the fact that I had to put up with this dork.

I hung my head with a sigh from my position behind Lea, my hands gingerly holding his hips as he stood proudly at the bow of the yacht with his arms spread out wide to either side of him. "You know, this wasn't exactly what I had pictured when you said you wanted to reenact that one scene from Titanic."

He glanced over his shoulder at me with a toothy grin. "You wanna swapsies? I can let you be Rose for a bit!"

"...I'm good, thanks."

"Suit yourself! You're seriously missing out though," he shrugged, stepping down off the raised rim of the boat and onto the cushioned bench seating, using it like a staircase to get himself to the floor. The salty breeze played with his shirt on his way down - a very loose short-sleeved button-up that only had one button fastened in the middle, so peeks at his muscled torso were not uncommon and could be rather, hrm… distracting. The swim trunks he'd borrowed from my cousin were just shy of his knees and were a deep red with black silhouettes like palm trees at sunset.

His flip-flops hit the deck and he spun around, offering me a hand to help me down as well. Smiling my thanks, I gripped the wide brim of my beach hat with one hand while the other took his. My strappy sandals landed on the hardwood beside him, careful not to step on the hem of my long, strapless cover-up dress made of a thin, billowy white fabric that barely hinted at the blue two-piece I wore underneath it. It was a beachwear ensemble I'd left behind at my parents' home years ago. A good thing too since like Lea, I hadn't exactly planned for a yacht outing when packing my bags for this weekend.

"So," Lea chirped as he released my hand, "now that we've gotten that important and thoroughly pressing bit o' business outta the way, what's next on our lil agenda?"

My lips pursed to one side before I decided, "Let's try and find Anna."

Though there was really no try about it. Finding her wasn't the hard part. Getting her to stay and actually talk to me was. Still, I was on a mission!

Mission Make Anna Open Up About Whatever The Heck Her Problem With Me Is.

...I really needed to get better at naming these things.

As I turned to give a quick glance around the yacht, first person I spotted was Maren - short for Honeymaren, but she hated the name with a bloody passion and did her best to bury that info in the hopes that it would never again see the light of day. She stood not far off next to the ship's mini bar under the shade of the awning. Her dark hair was pulled back into a braid and she was sporting a purple swimsuit with a matching sarong.

The thing that stood out most however were the cheap, plastic star-shaped sunglasses currently perched on the bridge of her nose. They were particularly eye catching given that, one, she hadn't had them on a moment ago and, two, they were probably just about the last things one would expect to see her wearing. She seemed just as surprised to discover them on her face as I was, given the way she removed and squinted at them with a bemused smirk.

I could hear Lea's flip-flopping footsteps following behind me as I walked towards her. Arching an eyebrow, I pointed at the things, "Where'd those come from?"

"Ask Lil Miss Sunglasses Fairy over there," she laughed, popping them back on before jerking a thumb over her shoulder towards the helm. There Ryder stood manning the steering wheel in his yellow, turtle-print trunks, the sunlight gleaming off his short black hair. It looked like he too had recently received a visit from this so-called Sunglasses Fairy, for he was now (quite bewilderedly) modeling a pair of shades with big, cartoony red lips for frames.

Ah, and here the Sunglasses Fairy herself came now, her auburn pigtail braids flapping wildly about as she skipped towards us in her bright green bikini and boyshorts. Not to be left out of the latest fashion trend of her own making, Anna had on a pair herself shaped like flowers. And in her hands were-

"For you, oh dearest Sis of mine, I've saved the best for last!" she happily declared, sliding the shades with neon pink heart lenses onto my nose.

Joy.

Lea looked down at me and snerked, biting back a grin.

Boy didn't know how close he was to getting his arm pinched for such impudence.

Anna gave a small pout, "Sorry, Lea, but I only have four."

"No problemo. El and I can just share," he chuckled, stealing mine and donning them himself, waggling his eyebrows at me as he leaned back and propped his elbows against the boat railing.

Ugh, I wasn't sure what was more annoying: that he actually looked pretty good in them or the fact that he knew it and was being smug about it.

"Charming," I deadpanned before looking back at Anna. "Where'd you even get these silly things from?"

"Oh, I bought them all ages ago from one of those shack shops by the dock," she tossed a hand back towards the shoreline. "I've been keeping them hidden away for a special occasion."

My head tipped to one side. "...and that special occasion would be?"

She tapped a finger to her chin, "Hmm… Ah! National Fun In The Sun Day, of course!"

I gave her a flat look. "That is neither national nor an actual holiday."

"Is too!" Her chest puffed up as she planted her fists on her hips, "I'm the captain of this here dinghy and what the captain says, goes!"

"You can't just make up holidays, that's not how captains work," I crossed my arms.

"Yeah-huh! I'm the captain and I say so!"

"But-" I stopped myself, pinching the bridge of my nose. Just let it go, Elsa, otherwise we'll just keep going around in circles like this all day. "Nevermind. I was hoping, Captain, that maybe you and I could have a minute to-"

"Move over, Ryder! It's my turn to steer!"

Annnnd off she zipped again.

I had half a mind to chase after her but with the way things were going, I feared she might swan dive off the side of the yacht just to get away from me.

"What's wrong, El?" Lea frowned before taking off the heart shades and offering them to me. "Want these back? I hear rose-colored glasses make everything better."

I mustered a weak smile at that, arms hugging myself as I leaned back against the metal rail beside him and muttered, "Thanks but no thanks."

Perching the sunglasses atop his head now, he asked, "Seriously, why the long face?"

"...it's Anna," I grimaced, reaching for a tendril of my ponytail to twist between my fingers as I watched Ryder join his sister at the mini bar. They were just barely out of earshot so I couldn't hear whatever they were laughing and shaking their heads over. "She's mad at me or… something, I don't know. All I know is she won't talk to me, not really. Every time I try, something always comes up and she runs off."

Lea glanced towards where Anna stood valiantly at the helm, one hand holding the steering wheel steady while the other shielded her eyes against the sun. "Huh… now that ya mention it, it does seem like she's been avoiding you, doesn't it?"

"You've noticed it too?" So it wasn't all just in my head. Not sure if that made me feel better or worse.

"Maybe a lil," he nodded. Pushing himself off the rail, he turned to stand in front of me now. "But mad? Nah, I don't think so. She seems far too chipper for that." Lea rubbed a curled finger to his chin, "Maybe she's actually sad about something but doesn't wanna worry you so is just… trying to put on a brave front? Or she could have something important she wants to talk to you about but is too scared?"

"But that's ridiculous, Anna knows she can always talk to me about anyth-"

"Hard to starboard!" came a sudden shout from my sister before she jerked the wheel into a spin.

The yacht whipped around in a sharp turn, throwing Lea into a stumble towards me. I gasped, bringing up a hand to stop him while turning my head away and squeezing my eyes shut, waiting for impact.

But it never came.

Cracking open one eyelid then the other, I discovered he'd managed to catch himself by grabbing the railing to either side of me.

"Whew!" he grinned, looming mere inches over me, "That was close!"

...wait… my hand was still raised… and touching… something…

I slowly, reluctantly lowered my gaze towards it.

Only to have my face all but burst into flames and practically blast steam out of my ears.

For behold! There, my hand, in all its brazen glory, had found its way into Lea's unbuttoned shirt and that was without a doubt a big, heaping helping of man boob it was groping right now.

...very nice, delightfully sculpted man boob. Firm yet… soft, somehow? No, soft wasn't the right word… ah, supple! Yes, that was what I-

Now was not the time to be debating word choice!

Not while my friggin' hand was still on his bare friggin' chest.

Gah, what was wrong with me?! I really needed to stop sexually harassing the guy who had zero interest in dating at the moment!

Okay, remain calm, Elsa. Maybe he hasn't even noticed it yet. Maybe if I just discreetly removed it, he'd never even have to know it'd been there in the first place. Alright, easy does it… careful now, just take it one small step at a time… first lift the palm off… okay, good! Now the thumb… perfect. And up goes the pinky… then the next one… and the next… just the index finger to go-

Oh. My. God. Did I just goddamn trail my fingertip down his skin?! Pretty sure I'd trailed it. No, not trailed, I'd caressed! Caressed! Great. Just dandy! If he hadn't realized where my hand was before, he sure as hell knew now!

My eyes shifted about desperately.

Oh, this was uncomfortable. Quick! Do something to make it less awkward!

I looked him dead in the eye, brought up my hand and poked him in the nose with a tiny, "Boop!"

Nailed it.

Lea blinked. Then he gave a little snort, one corner of his lips curling up. "What was that?"

A clever and artful distraction, duh. One that was clearly working too, so ha!

"What do you mean, what was that?" I mumbled, hitching my chin and averting my gaze. "It was a nose boop, what else?"

His grin twitched wider. "Well, yeah, I could see that. What I meant was why?"

I couldn't help but notice he was still really close. That he still hadn't let go of the railing yet, keeping me trapped between his body and it. Clearing my throat, I said defensively, "You just have a very… boopable nose, is all."

"...is that so?" he murmured, eyes crinkling as he pressed his forehead to mine.

Dear lord, his rent-a-boyfriend act would be the death of me.

"Yo! Elsa!"

Thank goodness! Cousins to the rescue!

Closing his eyes, Lea exhaled softly before spinning around and shifting over to rest back against the steel rails beside me once more just as the two of them approached us. "Is it true?" Ryder asked excitedly, eyes bright behind the lip-glasses he'd yet to take off as he stirred his mimosa. "Do you really sell mall ice cream now?"

I winced slightly. "Oh… you know about that?"

"Avast ye landlubbers!" Anna's voice rang out again as she continued to pilot the yacht. "Weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen!"

"You kidding?" Maren snerked, taking a sip of her bloody mary and ignoring my sister. "Once the Duke found out, the whole family found out. You know how that old coot loves to run his mouth to anyone who'll listen."

"So it is true!" Ryder beamed. "At an Ice Palace, right? The place with that kickass reindeer mascot?"

"Um…" I furrowed my brow. He seemed oddly enthusiastic about this. "...yes?"

He pumped a fist, "Awesome! Love the place! Their ice cream is so good and all their commercials are hilarious! Have you seen their new one with all the reindeer singing a frigging rock ballad?"

Even with the star-shades, Maren's eye roll was plain as day. "You and your strange obsession with reindeer."

"What? They're cute!"

"Whatever, I just can't with you right now," she held up a hand in his face as she took a sip from her drink, looking at me again. "Seriously though, you ran out on your wedding, on your whole sweet cushy life… just so you could sell ice cream?"

"Land ho! Thar she blows!" Anna again.

Holding onto my hat so it wouldn't blow away as the wind picked up, I frowned. "Well… that wasn't exactly why I left…"

"But that's what you did," she insisted, eyebrows lifting with her tiny grin. "Do you even know about all the chaos that erupted after you turned up missing?"

I swallowed hard. I could feel Lea's fingers fiddling with a lock of my ponytail, but I hardly noticed it as I bit down on my bottom lip and shook my head. "Was it bad?"

"Aw man, the whole place went nuts after you pulled your vanishing act! You shoulda been there!" Ryder laughed before squinting skyward. "Although… I guess if you had been there, none of it would have happened." He shrugged, taking a big swig of his mimosa. "Anyway, it was wild! Our family was yelling, his family was yelling, a flower girl was bawling, the giant ice swan sculpture got knocked over and shattered into a bajillion pieces, a bridesmaid punched a groomsman, the-"

"Wait," I interrupted him, my eyebrows knit together as my gaze shifted over to Maren. Besides Anna, who'd been my maid of honor… "Weren't you my only bridesmaid?"

She smirked, lazily lifting a shoulder before letting it fall. "What can I say? I live for anarchy."

"Batten down the hatches! Swab the deck or it's straight to Davy Jones' locker with the lot of you!" It seemed Anna was really getting into character now.

"The butterflies," Ryder eagerly jumped back into the conversation right where he'd left off, "were released on accident at the same time the doves somehow got free as well and, oh man, the carnage! It was epic!"

My hands were fidgeting with each other. I had no idea when they'd started. My chest was beginning to burn and constrict.

"I still can't believe it," Maren wrinkled her nose in glee, chewing on her straw. "You ditching a guy at the altar. You, of all people. You've always been such a goody-goody. So well-behaved, so polite, so disgustingly perfect. Just goes to show you, I guess… it's always the sweet, innocent, quiet ones who'll surprise you."

Fidget, fidget, fidget.

It was getting harder to breathe.

"A total bloodbath!" Ryder was still going. "I mean, did you even know doves ate butterflies? Cuz I didn't! But those poor little guys never even stood a chance! Tiny insect guts were flying everywhere! Seriously... Best. Wedding. Ever."

"Heh-hey!" Lea suddenly piped up. "Are all these swimsuits just for show or we gonna," he clicked his tongue, jerking a thumb towards the water, "dive on in?"

He was taking the attention off me. I shot him a grateful if somewhat shaky smile. His arm slipped around my shoulders, giving them a small, reassuring squeeze as he rested his cheek against my hair.

"Please," Maren sniggered, "like we'd actually swim in the lake."

"Watch and learn, dude," Ryder grinned as he moved over to the plush seating that circled the edge of the ship's bow and pushed a button on a panel behind its backrest. The massive, seemingly decorative circle that was etched into the center of the foredeck began to hum and slide under the rest of the floor, revealing the hot tub underneath. Striking up a finger, Ryder then pushed a second button, this one turning on the jets.

"Ooo," Lea nodded in appreciation, "a jacuzzi that appears as if by magic. My my, how the other half lives." Then he huffed out a snort through his nose, "Leave it to the rich to find a way to take a soak in the middle of a lake without actually having to get in the lake."

Ryder scrunched up his face, "Lake water's gross."

Pointing at the hot tub, Lea said, "You do realize the more people get in that thing, the more it's just a boiling vat of human juices, right?"

"Thanks for that," Maren gave a mock gag before tossing her chin towards the edge of the boat. "What're you waiting for then? Lake's right there and all yours, Stretch."

"No thanks," leaving my side, Lea walked over to the ledge of the jacuzzi to dip a toe in. "Bring on the person stew! 'Sides, not every day I get to hop into a yacht hot tub. Wouldn't wanna miss out."

Setting his now empty glass down, Ryder said, "Not every day you get to steer the yacht either. Whaddya say, my man, want to give it a go?" He pointed towards the helm.

As if on cue, Anna bellowed, "Ready the cannons, ye scallywags, lest we be dead in the water!"

Lea gave me a quick glance and I shrugged. He scratched the back of his head, "Uh… sure! Why not? Be right back, boo!" He planted a swift peck to my forehead before transferring his pink sunglasses back to my nose. "If ya need me, just shoot me the heart-eyes with these and me n' my boopable nose'll come running."

I huffed and shoved his shoulder, "Just try not to crash us into anything." Fighting the upward tug I felt at one side of my mouth, I added more quietly, "Have fun."

"Always do," he winked before turning to follow Ryder towards the stairs that lead to the upper deck.

"Shall we?" Maren then asked, tossing her sarong to the bench as she stepped down into the hot tub.

I hesitated, glancing over my shoulder. Normally, I wasn't self-conscious about being seen in my swimsuit. But then, normally only people who were related to me ever saw me in it. The one exception there of course being my ex, but I'd never been awkward about it in front of him either. I'd never really been… anything about it. But now, oddly the idea of Lea seeing me in my swimsuit, it just… well, I don't know… did weird things to my pulse and made my skin tingle. It wasn't a bad feeling, per se… I wasn't quite sure what it was really.

In any case, the boys looked to be engrossed in a heated debate with Anna currently. It seemed the self-proclaimed captain wasn't quite ready to give up her post at the wheel yet. None of those three were even looking this way.

"...alright," I said at last, slipping out of my cover-up and letting it fall to the deck. Putting my hat down on top of the small pile of fabric as well, I lowered one foot in into the water, followed by the other before hastily taking a seat, letting the bubbling warmth engulf me up to my shoulders.

Stretching and luxuriating in the jacuzzi, Maren's glass dangled between her fingertips as she idly swirled about what was left of her bloody mary inside it. "I can see why you did it."

A crease formed between my eyebrows as I gave her a sideward glance. "Did what?"

"Got the hell outta Dodge before the first note of Here Comes the Bride could even chime out the organ," she smirked, sticking the straw into the corner of her mouth.

My lips pinched. "I thought you'd already established it was to sell ice cream," I grumbled, lifting the sunglasses to sit atop my hair now since the absurd heart lenses were already fogging over from all the steam.

She gave an amused scoff, setting her empty glass down on the rim of the hot tub. "I said that's what you did, but we both know that wasn't why. Not unless ice cream is roughly six foot seven, has green eyes to die for, and is rocking a smokin' hot bod."

"Oh…" I cleared my throat. Was my face turning red? Psh, that was just the jacuzzi. I think heat was cranked up a little too high in here, in fact. Yeah, that had to be it. I laughed nervously, "What can say I? He just, er… stole my heart."

Atta girl, way to sell the lie.

...that... was a lie… right?

What am I saying, of course it was! All I had was a crush. A simple, meaningless crush, nothing more.

Anna had finally retreated to the mini bar where she was sulking as she mixed herself a drink, so Ryder had set Lea up at the wheel, who was nodding at everything he was told. Maren removed her star-shades, gently biting down on one of the earpieces as her eyes drifted towards the helm. I wasn't particularly a fan of that sly little curve to her lips as she watched him. "Mmm, I bet that's not all he stole."

A small, incredulous splutter escaped me. "Maren," I scolded, splashing some water at her.

She snerked. "All I'm saying is I don't blame you. I myself would've given up a Prince Charming fiancé worth his weight in gold and risked any claim to my family fortune, all for one steamy summer fling with that hunky pizza boy over there."

Okay fine, no use denying it anymore. This thing my face was doing? Definitely a blush. "Don't you have a girlfriend?" I muttered, eyes darting about.

"Sure do and she is my world, my moon and my stars, my everything!" she beamed. Then her eyebrows bounced, "Still… doesn't mean I can't admire the view every once and awhile."

"Well stop admiring," I harrumphed, narrowing my gaze down at the frothy water.

"That's adorable! You really do like this one, don't you," she cooed, pinching my cheek. I just rolled my eyes and swat her hand away. "Hope you weren't too attached to your hat, by the way."

"My…?" I blinked. "Why?"

She pointed, "Cuz there it goes."

Sure enough, a gust of wind had come along to scoop it up and carry it off, only to let it plummet once it'd escaped the confines of the yacht.

"Cap overboard!" Ryder called out, cupping a hand to his mouth.

"I'll get it!" Lea grinned, already kicking off his flip-flops. Before any of us could react, he took off running, launching himself up onto the guard rail and diving into the waters below.

I inhaled sharply as I shot up to my feet. "Your boy is crazy!" Ryder was cackling as he steadied the abandoned steering wheel and shut off the ship engine. Maren whooped and clapped while a giggling Anna rushed to the edge, leaning over the metal bars to look for him.

I just hoped that big dummy didn't get knocked unconscious by the rudder cracking his skull open or something! All over a stupid sun hat, no less!

Thankfully, it wasn't long before Anna was throwing up her hands and cheering, which I took to be a good sign as I released the breath I'd been holding. Next thing I knew, Lea came rising up the ladder attached to the side of the boat, wet hair slicked back and the brim of my cap between his teeth so his hands were free for climbing. Clearing the last few rungs, he hopped onto the deck and grabbed the hat out of his mouth, hissing, "Shit, that water's cold! Brr, nearly froze my ass off!"

...or at least, I think he'd said something like that.

It was hard to be sure really. My eardrums seemed to be on the fritz while all my focus now directed itself towards his shirt. His sopping, soaking wet shirt. It was clinging to the chiseled contours of his abs in a way that was rather, ah… fascinating. Not to mention see-through. Yes, very, very much so. It was actually kind of beautiful, in a way. Majestic, really. Quite the sight to behold and-

-and fudge, I was staring.

Staring at him, who was staring at me.

Me, who was still standing in the jacuzzi and flaunting my two-piece like I was the friggin' star of Baywatch.

I sat back down so fast, water splashed over onto the deck behind me. Yes, oh blessed jacuzzi bubbles, cloak me in your warm, protective embrace. Face heated and eyes not quite able to meet his, I stammered out a quick, "Th-thank you."

"Of… of course! Happy to!" Lea said brightly. Huh… was he getting a bit of a sunburn? He started to walk forward with a goofy, lopsided grin, holding the hat out towards me, "Here ya g-"

Apparently misjudging where the ledge of the hot tub was, he stumbled head first into it with us. I jolted in my seat and Maren half shrieked, half laughed as water exploded everywhere. As soon as he resurfaced and was coughing up water, I asked, "Are you okay?!"

"Fine! Nothing bruised 'cept my pride. Wanna smooch it all better?" he snickered, leaning in close and making loud kissy noises. Eyelids drooping, I just put my hand on his face and shoved him away. Still chuckling, he once more offered me my now thoroughly drenched hat. "Believe this is yours, m'lady?"

I hid a smile behind my fingers. "My hero," I said dryly, taking it from him and setting it aside on the hardwood once more. Surely it was too waterlogged at this point to fly off again.

"Yoink," he plucked the heart-shades off me so he could wear them himself once more. "Mind if I join you gals?" he chirped, standing up in the jacuzzi to remove his soggy shirt. I did my best not to ogle him this time.

The same couldn't be said for Maren as she smirked up at him. "Would seem you already have, Slim."

He cocked an eyebrow at her as he took a seat at my side. Then he was bending towards me, muttering in a low voice, "Uh… should I be nervous about the way your cousin is looking at me?"

I snorted, turning and leaning in close so I could return the whisper into his ear, "Ignore her." Lea seemed to give a small shiver, but that wouldn't make sense. It was very hot in this jacuzzi, so I must have been mistaken. "She has a girlfriend."

"Did, uh…" he cleared his throat, "did anyone tell her that?"

"Don't worry. Apparently she's just admiring the view," I said, one corner of my mouth twitching up.

His eyes crinkled behind those pink lenses. "Good. Woulda hated to break her heart otherwise, seeing as how I'm already deliriously happy in a loving, committed relationship with the bewitching creature sitting next to me," he slipped one arm to rest along the edge of the hot tub behind me while taking my hand in his other one so he could bring it up out of the water and press his lips to my knuckles.

Click!

I glanced up at the sound to see Anna crouching down next to the jacuzzi, holding her phone up with the camera pointed towards us. "D'aww, what a great picture! You two are such cuties!" she squealed, looking down at her screen as her fingers swiped across it.

Lea had lowered our hands back down to rest underwater once more, his fingers interweaved with mine now. Which was a little silly, come to think of it, as no one could possibly be seeing us holding hands through all these bubbles. Perhaps he didn't realize that. Then again, I wasn't exactly rushing to take my hand back either.

Anna was still gushing, "Seriously, I'm becoming diabetic from sweetness overload h-"

"Cannonball!"

Maren's head shot up and she snarled, "Ryder, no! This is a hot tub, not a-"

Suddenly a big blur was hitting the water, sending a huge blast of water in all directions for the second time. Anna yelped, shielding her mobile with her body while the rest of us just did our best to block the mini tidal wave with our hands. It was amazing that there was any liquid still left in here with us by now.

"Wahoo!" Ryder cried out as he popped back up, bouncing with his hands high over his head in triumph. It was short lived however as his sister punched him in the gut and he doubled over with a grunt.

"Bonehead!" she scowled at him as she relaxed back into her seat. "You could've broken your dumb neck."

"And my phone!" Anna added as she gave said device a careful lookover.

"Whatever, you're all just jelly cuz you didn't think to do it yourselves first." He fished around in the water for his lip-shades that had fallen off before perching them on his head and taking a seat as he looked to Lea, "Hella cool, am I right? Up top!" He held up his hand. Lea just shrugged and obliged him with a high-five.

Maren sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Boys. Ugh."

Seemingly satisfied that no damage had come to her phone, Anna plopped down onto the ledge of the jacuzzi now and let her feet dangle in the water. "Pic of my fave cousin," she singsonged, snapping a shot of Maren tipping her sunglasses down and holding two fingers up in the peace sign. "And one of my idiot cousin," she deadpanned, pointing it at Ryder now who just crossed his eyes and razzed his tongue at her. Giggling, she then turned the phone camera back towards Lea and me. "I want a couple more of you guys! Go on, smoosh in, you two!"

...who me?

Awkward penguin, nervous wreck, ball of raw friggin' nerves me? "Smoosh" in with a guy? While we were both only in swimsuits and thus at least a good seventy-five percent naked? Smoosh?! I didn't even know how to smoosh! I'd never smooshed a day in my life!

Did my sister know me but at all?

She did remember Lea and I were only pretend dating, right?

I narrowed my gaze one her. "...excuse me?"

"You heard me," she said sweetly, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she tipped her head forward, smirking over those flower-glasses. "Snuggle in, Sis."

Oh-ho, that evil brat knew exactly what she was doing.

Fine. If I gave her this and let her have her fun, maybe she'd finally open up to me about whatever it was that'd been bothering her.

So I scooched an inch over towards Lea.

"Closer," Anna said, staring at her phone screen as she pointed the camera at us again and waved me over with her free hand.

A tiny huff in my throat and another inch over. My knee was brushing against his now.

Anna groaned, "Come on, closer! You two like each other, right?!"

Lea gave a sheepish laugh, scratching his cheek and whispering, "El, forget it, you don't hafta-"

"It's fine," I muttered under my breath, hard eyes still on Anna as I reached over my shoulder and closed my fingers around Lea's wrist resting behind my head there. Hesitating briefly as my face began to warm uncomfortably and the thudding in my ears grew louder, I finally tugged the arm down to wrap around my bare shoulders and leaned into his chest slightly.

"Ugh, closer!"

One of my eyes ticked. "Anna, any closer and I'll be sitting in his lap. Is that what you want?"

She smiled impishly, "I mean, if you think it'll help…"

Lea's hushed voice came to me again, "El, really, this isn't-"

"Lea, really, it's fine," I insisted through grit teeth.

Alright, Anna, you want closer? I'll give you closer, you little...

I twisted in my seat, hugged my arms around his neck and yanked him down, pressing our cheeks together. Not to mention our chests. Our very wet, scantily-to-not-at-all clad chests. But I tried not to think about that part. My cheeks were frying enough as it was already. His whole body went rigid against mine before slowly relaxing as I felt his arms tighten around me. "Here, Anna," I snapped, "take the stupid picture!"

Hold this pose any longer and my heart might just shatter a rib with the way it was thundering.

Still there was no click. She frowned, "Aw, c'mon, Sis, give us a smile! You're in wub, after all!"

...that's it, I was going to throttle her.

"Gotcha covered!" Lea announced. I'd barely even had a chance to register his words before he'd removed his cheek from mine only to replace it with his lips and blow a loud raspberry. All my tension immediately banished and a surprised laugh erupted out of me as I tried to wriggle free, but not before-

Click!

"Perfect!" Anna bit back a grin as she eyed the photo on her phone.

Lea had a cheeky grin of his own that he was shooting my way. Though my eyes glared, my lips smiled as I gave his arm a shove, which did nothing to erase his smug look. Before I could retract my hand however, he'd snatched it up in his so he could lace our fingers together once more. At least this time it was above the water for everyone to see.

Now that that bit of nonsense was over and done with, perhaps Anna would give me a minute to talk to her while she was still distracted by riding her photography high. I saw Maren poking a finger into her brother's cheek as she teased him about something, so our cousins probably wouldn't miss us if we slipped away for a second or two. Sitting up straighter and taking a deep breath, I began, "Anna, perhaps now you and I could have a-"

"Oopsie, looks like I need a refill!" she trilled, swiping up her glass from where it sat on the deck beside her.

I squinted at it. "...it's still mostly full."

"Check again." She downed the whole thing in one big gulp before puffing out a satisfied, "Ha! Be right back!"

Whoosh!

Gone again.

With a long, drawn out sigh, I slouched so low into the jacuzzi now, the foamy surface brushed against my chin. I could see Lea frowning at me out of my peripheral, but he remained quiet, probably just as much at a loss with this whole mystery situation with my sister as I was.

My eyes gradually drifted over to the mini bar where I could see her mixing up some new concoction. However, instead of the upbeat glow she usually had about her, I noticed her shoulders sagging a little. She was worrying her lower lip between her teeth, the corners of her mouth turned down. I couldn't see her eyes behind the sunglasses, but her brow was wrinkled, seemingly lost in thought as she hung her head.

Huh… that didn't look like someone who was mad.

Maybe Lea was right. Maybe there really was something that had her sad or scared.

But what could it possibly be?

And why wouldn't she just tell me?

Author's Note: Yay for some yacht fun! Cuz that's just what rich people do I suppose xD Again, since I'm not sure if all of ya'll have seen Frozen 2, the new characters introduced this chapter (including the briefly mentioned Yelena) were all from that movie as a buncha people called the Northuldra who live in an enchanted forest. Since in F2 it was revealed Elsa's mom was Northuldra, there is a VERY real possibility that Honeymaren and Ryder really are all canonically related to Elsa and Anna in some way, so I figured hey, why not turn them into her cousins in this? Now if only Ryder had gotten to see Kristoff's talking reindeer Sven plushie routine, I think Ryder would have positively exploded with happiness xD Real talk tho, boys and girls... don't pull a Ryder: do NOT cannonball into a jacuzzi.

Alright, we now have Saturday morning out of the way, but still have plenty of The Weekend to go yet! Next chapter, what will the rest of the day hold for Elsa? Will she ever find out what seems to have her baby sis so down? Not to mention Gramps' bday palooza is looming ever nearer on the horizon, what potential new "fun" could that lil party bring? And seriously, how WAS there any water left in that lil hot tub after those couple o' knuckleheads (intentionally or not) crashed hard into that thing? Stay tuned!

Thanks for reading, I super duper appreciate it! And an extra BIG thank you to those of you who’ve liked, reblogged, and followed so far, seeing those lil notifications always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Frozen (Disney Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: elsamaren - Relationship, Elsa/Honeymaren (Disney), Elsa & Honeymaren (Disney), Kristanna - Relationship, Anna/Kristoff (Disney) Characters: Elsa, Honeymaren, Ryder, Anna, Kristoff, Olaf, Sven, Yelena, Gale, Bruni Additional Tags: elsamaren, I blame fanart for the existance of this fic, but I cant find the post, its also a gift, proposal fic, Elsa wants to propose to Maren, And Maren wants to propose to Elsa, things happen, two years in the future, frozen 2, frozen

Summary:

Honeymaren is ready for the next step in her and Elsa's relationship so she plans to propose and enlists some help.

Elsa is ready for the next step in her and Honeymaren's relationship so she plans to propose and enlists some help.

So, who will manage to do it first?

Y’all! @erzatscarlet gave me the best x-mass gift this evening! =D Feast your eyes on the insanely fluffy proposal fic none of us asked for but we all deserve. Pats, I love you. 

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A.N : I’m still Elsamaren trash and falling more and more for Anna x Ryder x Kristoff, whatever their shipname is. So... You’ve been warned !

*Anna, Elsa and Kristoff are walking through the castle, chatting while searching for Honeymaren and Ryder*

Kristoff : *tugging on his tightly fitting shirt’s collar* It’s so hooot... Why is summer this hot this year ?

Anna : *chuckling* It’s not particularly hot this year, it’s just that you’ve spent less time in the mountains and have to wear different clothes, Mister Prince Consort~

Kristoff : *grumbling* Remind me why I agreed to that again ?

Anna : Because you love me~

Kristoff : *smiling* Yes, yes I do.

*Elsa watches them fondly*

*They arrive in the courtyard where the royal guard trains*

General Mattias : Hello Your Majesty, Your Highness, how are you today ?

Anna :  We are well Mattias, thank you. We were searching for Honeymaren and Ryder, actually. Would you happen to know where they are ?

Mattias : *chuckling* Oh, do I know. They are distracting my troops, that’s where they are !

Elsa : How so ?

Mattias : They wanted to train with us today, to remember the old times in the Forest. Did I ever tell you I used to play-fight with these two when they were little kids ? They were always pretty vicious *laughs*. Honestly, it’s a shame I couldn’t get them to join the guard, they are quite the impressive fighters now that they’re all grown-up. But I think Yelena would have my head if I stole her grandkids, especially since they’re the Northuldran best reindeer herders and fighters, and Maren will most likely become the next leader of the tribe.

Anna : And how is that distracting your troops exactly ? *smirking* They’re amazing our guards by showing how much you’ve taught them in all those years in the Forest ?

Mattias : *smirking as well* Something like that. I’ll take you to them. *starts walking, then speaks up again* By the way, did you know that the Forest is much colder than Arendelle during the summer ? With all those trees, and since the mist used to surround it, those two are not used to the temperatures we are experiencing this year.

Elsa : And why is that relevant, exac-

*Elsa stops speaking as she finally sees Honeymaren. She is practicing fighting with a staff against one of the soldiers, but what surprised Elsa is her lack of tunic or shirt. Honeymaren only wore pants and a cloth wrapped around her chest, letting everyone around gaze at her toned arms, strong back and defined stomach. Elsa’s brain froze while her face heat up from blood rush*

Kristoff : *smirking* Well, looks like someone is thirsty~

Anna : *smirking too* Elsa, are you alright ? You look a bit hot. Or is it the view that is hot ?

Elsa : *makes gay dying noises*

*Kristoff and Anna laugh at Elsa’s gay crisis and therefore don’t realise that Honeymaren’s fight came to an end and someone else stepped up to fight the Northuldran girl*

Ryder : Ready to taste defeat, sis ?

Honeymaren : *smiling confidently* That’s what I should ask you, dear brother.

*Kristoff, Anna and Elsa turn to look at the next fight. Kristoff’s and Anna’s jaws fall to the floor. Ryder, much like his sister, took off his tunic and shirt, only keeping his pants, consequently showing off his pecs and abs, back muscles put on display for all to see, strong arms emphasized by the way he held his staff*

Elsa : *pulling herself back together (and her mind out of the gutter)* *looking at her sister and brother-in-law* ... And I am a mess ?

Anna : *still transfixed by the view before her* Shut up Elsa. Arms.

Kristoff : *mumbling* His pecs... and abs...

Anna : *groaning* Oh, don’t get me started...

Elsa : Welp. Looks like we will all need a cold shower after all this.

Mattias : *smirking, having watched the whole thing* I remember Maren and Ryder used to go skinny dipping after our little training sessions. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind you joining them.

Kristoff, Elsa and Anna : *collective groan of distress*