#Elsarik

[frozenprocedural]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Frozen (Disney Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elsa/Original Character Characters: Elsa (Disney), Alarik (orignial character), Anna (Disney), Iduna (Disney), Agnarr (Disney) Additional Tags: Smut, Dirty Letters, Old time sexting, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Give Oskar a raise Series: Part 5 of Falling Slowly Verse, Part 9 of Elsarik Smut Summary:

Elsa and Alarik have to spend three weeks apart. An unexpected letter gets things started, and their reunion... well...

[thesciencegoose]

City of Ice

Final product of the amazing art commission by champurradont on Instagram!

[12daysofelsarik]

🎵Deck the halls with OTP, falalalalalalalala🎵

It's two more months till Christmas season, which means, IT'S ALMOST TIME FOR TDOE 2020!

This year, the prompts are mostly based on random objects (consider them just a guide!)

The tags are #TDOE 2020 #TDOE #Elsarik

Some additional info!

-Fics of all ratings are fine, as long as they are properly rated, with proper warnings, and M and up rated fics are under a read more

-Please tag or message me (@couragedontdesertme) , @frozenprocedural , and @bepoets if you post a TDOE entry so that we can reblog it!

- Alarik, of course, belongs to the amazing @patricia-von-arundel

- Thank you Brooklyn for the lovely poster!

[naturepointstheway]

number 12? 👉👈

Elsa leaned her elbows on the table, watching Alarik hard at work on sorting the rock display for the next gaggle of freshly-minted-out-of-high-school first year geology students. There was a growing pile for sedimentary rocks, greatly outnumbering the metamorphic and igneous rocks combined. Elsa didn’t know much about geology, but she recognised the beautiful obsidian rock from Alarik’s bedroom, and the gneiss from the one corner of his lab where he kept his favourite geological specimens from the field. 

“Admiring my rocks?” Alarik asked with a wink, catching Elsa watching.

“What? I mean...yes, yes, you have beautiful rocks.” 

“Got a favourite one?” 

“Probably that one with the little red things in it.” 

“Ooh, garnet mica schist! She’s a beauty, but not as beautiful as you. Anything else you would like to ask?” 

“So you’re a geologist, then.” 

“And very proud to be one.” 

“So...you lick rocks for a living?” 

Alarik chuckled, throwing her a mysterious grin. “Sometimes. You should try it someday.” 

Elsa wrinkled her nose at the thought. “Not a chance.” 

“I’ll convert you to it soon enough. Now...how about that coffee date we were talking about?” 

[patricia-von-arundel]

He watched her, from a brief distance. Anna's hand on her arm. Kristoff with his arms around Neta.

Jenny in Elsa's arms. Tiny.

Such small, delicate life.

Anna had said something to make Elsa laugh, and Jenny stretched towards it. The sound of her mother.

And Alarik felt contentment he would have thought never earned.

[birger-wuvs-elsa]

Det Drage Gås ~ A Late Elsarik Day 1 Story

Alarik sat still and stared, hard, resolute, at his opponent before him. Neither of them had moved for several minutes, there was the occasionally blink; this wasn’t a staring contest, staring just happened to be involved. But Alarik wouldn’t be moved, and to be honest, he was afraid to move. His opponent had never let him this close before, and not done something to push him away.

“What on this good Earth are you doing, dear?”

Startled at the sudden voice, Alarik jumped and even yelped, only to cringe. His opponent...a grey-white goose with a blue-tinted beak, flapped his wings as he honked in a way that sounded too close to laughter. The feathery beast trotted away, and though a part of Alarik knew better, he could swear it smugly, triumphantly marched. Alarik sighed, and turned around to look up at the one who interrupted the duel.

Elsa had an eyebrow raised, her head tilted just a little to one side, and a smirk that bordered on ornery on her lips.

Alarik tried his hardest not to pout, but one corner of his mouth did rebel just a tad. “I was...um, nothing, darling, I was doing nothing.”

The blonde’s expression remained mostly the same, but her eyelids did hang a little lower. “You two were dueling again, weren’t you?”

Alarik now let himself pout as he crossed his arms and sank into his chair. “Perhaps...”

Elsa shook her head as she chuckled, then walked to stand behind him as she rest her hands on his shoulders. “Don’t force respect with him, Alarik. Birger will like you in due time, I promise.”

She paused for a moment, then Alarik heard her giggle. “You’re both geese, after all, and birds of a feather flock together, do they not?”

Alarik leaned his head back to send her a playful glare, to which Elsa laughed out loud as she leaned on his shoulders. He waited a beat, then stood from his chair and went around to hug Elsa tightly. Despite the laughter that still wracked her form, the blonde hugged back just as if not more fiercely, and Alarik smiled.

Only to lose it as he looked over Elsa’s back to see him stare at them.

... blodig drage gås...

[thatnamewill-probably-change]

Elsarik, fluff, #5 please :D

It’s been a long time, buddy! Life has gotten in the way and I’ve been drifting, but this is a good way to get back into the swing of things. 

Warning, it’s been while since I’ve written Elsarik so bear with me

They had been married for three months when Dr. Alarik Geatland, Prince Consort of Arendelle, had finally persuaded his wife to take him on an extended trip to the ice castle that was situated on the North Mountains. Due to the fact that Elsa was the Queen of Arendelle, and therefore tasked with the running of the kingdom, their honeymoon had only been a short weekend spent in the romantic location of: their chambers.

It also did not help that their marriage came at the time of the year where Elsa’s presence was needed most and while Elsa trusted most of her advisors, she was well aware that some of them would immediately try to use any absence on her part as an opening to run the kingdom ten miles in the other direction. However, the year’s business had somewhat come to an end and now was an opportune time to go.

When Elsa had agreed he had been ecstatic. With his studies and her job, there wasn’t much time for quality time, although they did do their best. The North Mountains were close enough to the capital that Elsa could be back in a reasonable time if a disaster were to take place, but far enough away that no one would want to make the trek. To top it all off, Alarik loved any manifestation of her magic and while Elsa had initially been wary in the beginning stages of their relationship to show that side of herself to him, she was beginning to grow more comfortable with using it in his presence.

As they had prepared for bed the following night, he had held her close and stroked her hair reassuringly,“It’s going to be fine, Darling. We’re packed and ready to go. The kingdom is in good hands and won’t fall apart without you for a week. Plus, we get to spend some time together. I won’t even complain about the ridiculous scientists who shouldn’t even call themselves scientists, I mean, how hard is it for you to mistake mitochondria for the process of mitosis. It doesn’t make any sense and—.”

Elsa’s laughter, which was not what he intended to elicit, caused him to stop and smile. She shook her head and snuggled closer to him, “Silly goose.”

When they were about ready to leave that morning, Elsa called him back into their chambers.

“Darling, we didn’t forget anything. I promise we didn’t.”

“I know we didn’t, but you can’t honestly tell me that that is what you are wearing.”

Alarik looked up and down at himself and frowned.“It is what I’m wearing. I’m nice and warm in these clothes and I wore something similar when we went up to the castle the last time.”

Elsa looked at him like he was quite stupid for a scientist and he frowned again.“What?”

Elsa sighed exasperatedly, “It’s a different season. It’s not spring, its fall and it’s going to be much colder on the way up.”

Alarik’s confusion faded away and he grabbed her hands, “I’m going to be fine, darling, really.”

Elsa looked up to the heavens as if to ask why she had been given this kind of trail on a day like today and then looked back at him, “You’re really not. Which is why, I’m going to help make sure that you are warm”

Alarik’s eyes widened.

30 minutes later

“Are you warm enough, Alarik?” Elsa asked as they began to make their ascent by sled to the palace.

“Yes, I am darling. Thank you for assisting me.” Alarik’s simple outfit had been covered with three jackets, four pairs of thermal pants, two scarfs, and a beanie. Kristoff had had to leave the room they were saying their goodbyes in because he was finding it hard to conceal his laughter.

[frozenprocedural]

Handmade

Rating: K

“I need you to teach me how to knit.”

Kristoff turned from the stack of crates, one eyebrow raised. Alarik fidgeted, realizing how the sentence sounded. 

“Um… please teach me how to knit. I'd like to try to make something for Elsa's birthday. My funds are more or less tied to Elsa, so that makes buying her a gift… well it would be her paying for it and…”

“Elsa's birthday isn't for another six months.” Kristoff spoke in a flat tone, his eyebrow raising even higher. 

Alarik grimaced. “Yes, well, knowing me, it would probably take me that long to make something. Or at least, make something I wouldn't immediately want to burn.”

Kristoff remained quiet for so long, Alarik was certain he would be refused. 

“I'll try. It should be interesting, at least.”

…….

It was Neta, not her father, who ended up doing most of the teaching. 

Not that it was Kristoff's fault. They both agreed that Alarik had been wise to start so early. It took him a month to learn the technique, and to keep the stitches on the needles. More than once, Alarik believed it certain his brother-in-law would snap the needles in frustration. 

Fortunately, Neta had found them one evening in the stables- one of the areas of the castle Elsa would be less likely to walk in on them- and took over almost immediately. Both men were equally relieved.

Neta proved to be a far more patient teacher, clearly finding Alarik's blunders more amusing than frustrating. They kept to a simple project- a pale blue scarf- but even that provided Alarik with a challenge. It took an agonizingly long time to get to a length that Elsa could wrap around her neck. Worst of all was its appearance- a lumpy mess, with holes peppering the uneven surface. It even lacked a straight edge, with parts bulging out or curving in. 

Still, Neta refused to let Alarik quit, sitting at the door to his lab (it had gotten too cold to remain in the stables, and Elsa was growing suspicious of his trips there), keeping up her own, far superior, projects and coaxing him to finish just a few more rows. Eventually he got to the point of binding off, but one look at the misshapen product only solidified Alarik's certainty that he would never horrify his wife with its presence. Despite Neta’s protests, he tossed it in the corner of his lab, and left, feeling defeated and despondent. 

His departure meant he failed to notice Neta picking up the scarf and placing it with her knitting.

…….

Elsa's birthday was a quiet affair, as it most often was, particularly with her pregnancy having been officially announced only two weeks prior. Save for the ringing of the Jule Bell, she'd remained inside the castle and out of public view- not that Alarik blamed her.

Still, she was smiling and cuddled close to him as she opened the gifts, and he hoped it had been a good day for her, one where her fears could be put aside. As the last of the wrapping paper was swept aside, he settled deeper into the couch, intending to spend some time simply enjoying his wife's closeness. 

“There's still one gift left, Aunt Elsa!” Neta looked up at them, holding a lumpy paper parcel. 

“Oh, thank you Neta! Although you've already given me so many wonderful gifts!” Elsa gestured to the small pile of knitted and carved items her niece had made.

Neta handed the parcel over with a grin, waiting until Elsa began to tear it open before adding, “It's not from me! Uncle Alarik made this!”

Alarik blinked, momentarily confused, until he caught sight of a familiar shade of pale blue. He jerked, feeling the color drain from his face.

“Neta! Oh no, no, no, no, no, no!”

But it was too late- Elsa pulled the scarf free, holding it up so every hole and misshapen stitch was on display. 

“Alarik, what-”

“I tried to knit you a scarf, but… you can see the result. I don't… Neta, why did you keep that!?”

“Because you made it for Aunt Elsa! That's the important part! That's what makes it special!” Neta's chin jutted out stubbornly, her glare as fierce as any her mother could give. 

Alarik opened his mouth to retort, but Elsa's soft voice cut him off. 

“She's right.” 

Elsa wound the scarf around her neck, running a finger over the yarn. Alarik noticed that the imperfections had become far less noticeable, and the color suited Elsa. She caught him looking, and reached over to cup his cheek.

“You made it. That makes it special. Thank you, Alarik. And thank you, Neta, for not letting him get rid of it.”

Neta grinned, jumping up to hug them both. 

[thesciencegoose]

🎵One single thread of gold tied me to you🎵

Commission by marissabellesart on IG 🫶

[12daysofelsarik]

TDOE Day 7

HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY @patricia-von-arundel! Gotta give her a horse fic for her birthday!

Here’s a fic gift from @couragedontdesertme and @frozenprocedural!

Rating: K

Ahtohallan

Elsa needed go for a ride. 

The past few months had seen her stressed, and every little thing seemed to set her off. Most recently, she’d had an argument with Alarik- a simple spat over an injury Alarik had accrued while exploring- that had ended with her in tears and running off to the water’s edge, calling for the Nøkk in a voice choked with sobs. 

Nøkk exploded from the water’s surface with a haunting whinny, shaking their head and nudging her with their nose, sensing her distress and sending her worried images in response. Elsa ran a hand over their neck in an attempt at reassurance, scrubbing stubborn tears from her eyes as she forced a smile. The Nøkk rested their head against her chest, humming softly.

“It’s alright, I’m fine. I just… need to get away for some time. Ready to ride?” Elsa held her hand out, ice collecting on the surface as she prepared to start the transformation. To her surprise, Nøkk took several rapid steps backward, shaking their head and nickering, a single, solid thought coming, not in the Nøkk’s normal way of images and emotions, but a single word- No. 

Elsa drew back, uncertain. Nøkk had never, never refused a ride. No matter the conditions, no matter her mood, they were always ready for a run. She let the power fade from her hand. “What’s… what’s wrong?” 

Nøkk looked at her, ears flicking nervously. They stepped forward once more, this time resting their muzzle closer to her belly, their bright eyes locking on hers. For a moment, they did nothing, then closed their eyes and sent a thought. It was the Nøkk’s perspective, moments earlier, as they rested their head on Elsa’s chest, listening to her heartbeat, as always. 

This time, however, there were two.

She staggered away from the water’s edge, thinking hard, trying to remember when her last cycle was. She had always been irregular, and usually thought nothing of a missed cycle.

Summer.

She hadn’t bled since summer.

Not since before…

The hidden spring they had found while exploring one day.

Elsa felt her vision swimming, and she blindly made her way to a tree, feeling the autumn leaves crunch beneath her feet. She leaned back on it, before feeling herself sliding down, down, until she was sitting at the base of the tree. She curled up around herself, hugging her knees to her chest, feeling tears prickling at her eyes. She buried her face in her knees, feeling her shoulders shaking with sobs.

After what seemed like a lifetime, she heard the crunch of boot stepping on a fallen twig, and looked up.

“Darling?” Alarik asked, eyes wide and worried. “I came to apologize, you were right, I shouldn’t have gotten myself injured like that, I promise I’ll be more careful…”

Careful…

They hadn’t been careful. If they had been more careful, if they had used protection, if, if, if…

She burst into tears. “I’m pregnant.”

The word broke something within her, and ice spread in a ragged circle, thick and spiked. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Alarik step closer and pulled back with a cry. He stopped where he was, but did not back up- he would never back away, only give her the space she needed. He lowered himself so he was at her eye level. 

“Elsa.” His tone remained calm and soothing, “Deep breaths. Deep breaths, calm yourself. You will be fine.” He spoke more, soft murmurings in both Norwegian and Swedish, a stream of words meant simply to help her calm down. Elsa pulled air into her lungs, struggling to comply, her world spinning. After a moment, her heart slowed, and the ice beneath her thawed, soaking her legs. She could hear Alarik’s steps sloshing through the water, and after one more shuddering breath, she turned, allowing him to wrap an arm around her and bring her away from the growing puddle. As soon as they were settled onto dry ground, Alarik pulled her close, running a hand through her hair in slow, reassuring strokes. 

“Deep breaths, darling. We can’t be entirely sure at this point-”

“Nøkk heard two heartbeats.”

Alarik’s eyes drifted over to Nøkk, who had remained standing in the breakers, eyes never wavering from the two of them. Upon noticing his gaze, Nøkk’s ears went back, and they snorted irritably. Alarik, for his part, merely narrowed his eyes before looking back to Elsa, who had managed a small smile at this point- the two of them had never truly gotten along. 

"I see."

“What if I can’t control my powers?” she whispered, looking up at him, eyes wide and wet. “It’s going to hurt, it’s going to be hard, I-”

“Darling,” he said, stroking through her hair, “we’ll practice. You’re going to be just fine.” He pulled her closer, pressing his lips to her brow. “Do you trust me on this?”

She looked up at him, “yes…” She did trust him. She trusted him with her life.

And with the life now growing inside her.

They sat quietly for a minute more, holding one another, processing. Eventually Alarik shifted, then stood, offering a hand to Elsa. She took it and stood herself, turning in the direction of Arendelle. 

"I'll have to tell Anna and Kristoff," she murmured. Alarik squeezed the hand he still held, following her gaze. 

"You don't have to, at least not right away. Give yourself the time you need. Anna will understand."

"No, I… I want to. As long as… will you come with me?" 

"Always, Elsa, always. I am always here for you." Alarik turned to her, eyes seeking permission. She lifted her head, and he brought his lips to hers. When they pulled away, he motioned towards the Northuldra village. 

"Do you want me to prepare a sled? We should be ready within a half hour."

"No need. Nøkk, will you take us? No, I know, not riding," Elsa added when Nøkk shook their head. She sent a mental image, and after a moment's hesitation, they bobbed their head in agreement. 

"Elsa, what-" Alarik's voice petered off as Elsa raised her hands, sending a shower of ice out onto the water. Within seconds, a sleek craft, somewhere between a sled and a boat, appeared, with slim strands of ice reaching out to wrap around Nøkk. Elsa chuckled at the wide-eyed look on Alarik's face, and motioned to the craft. 

"Let's go tell them."

……….

Many, many months later…

Elsa stood at the edge of the stream winding through the camp, baby Jenny resting securely in her sling against her chest. She leaned against Alarik, eyes closed as she called once more for the Nøkk. The water rippled and warped, and they exploded forth with a whinny. 

As soon as their gaze landed on Elsa, the water spirit’s head tilted, ears pricked. An image came to her, with a questioning emotion attached. Alarik started when Elsa burst out laughing. 

“They think I’m still pregnant- the sling is confusing for them. No, here she is.” With deft movements, Elsa unwrapped Jenny, settling the sleepy infant in her arms, lifting her so Nøkk could better see. The water spirit gave a sudden snort, stepping back and shaking their head. Elsa felt Alarik’s hand clench her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. 

More images and feelings, these tinged with worry.

Small. So small. Could hurt. 

“Oh, oh, it’s alright. Come here, Nøkk, you won’t hurt her.” 

“Hmph. So you say,” she heard Alarik mutter from behind her. She gave him a quick shove, rolling her eyes. Nøkk gave him a much more aggressive snort before approaching Elsa once more, head low. They stretched their neck, nostrils flaring as they took in Jenny’s scent. Alarik’s hand tightened again, but Elsa remained still, letting Nøkk continue their inspection. 

After a few more sniffs, Nøjk reached forward and tentatively placed the tip of their muzzle on Jenny's chest. Jenny shifted, her eyes fluttering open, but before Nøkk could pull away, she raised a hand, resting it on their nose. 

Elsa had never seen Nøkk's eyes go quite as wide as they did then. Their entire body appeared to glow, and a shudder worked its way through them. A bevy of emotions and thoughts flooded Elsa's mind, chief among them being an overwhelming sense of protectiveness and love. Nøkk had fallen completely and irrevocably in love with Jenny, and was willing to protect her with every fiber of their being. Elsa felt tears sting the corners of her eyes at the thought. She rested her forehead on Nøkk's.

"Thank you, my friend."

After a few moments, Nøkk pulled away, prancing and snorting, flinging their head towards their back in a clear indication of their intent. Elsa hesitated, looking down at Jenny with concern. Alarik removed his hand and grabbed the sling, securing it around Elsa's shoulder once more. When she looked at him in surprise, he smiled and gave her forehead a kiss.

"Go. You'll both be fine. I'll see you when you come back." He looked at Nøkk, giving them a stern look. "You will keep them safe, do you hear me?"

For once, Nøkk didn't respond with their normal bluster. Instead, they lowered their head, sending one clear thought to Elsa.

"Always," she echoed. Alarik relaxed- smiled even, before offering a hand as Nøkk lowered to their knees. Elsa took a breath and swung on, feeling a rush of adrenaline when Nøkk stood. Alarik adjusted Jenny's sling once more before placing a hand on Nøkk's hindquarters. 

"Have a good ride. Both of you." He stepped back as Elsa coated Nøkk in ice, and turned them inland. With one more check to see that Jenny was secure- she was, in fact, sleeping soundly- Elsa touched her heels to their sides.

"Let's go for a ride."

[bepoets]

TOP 5 ELSARIK MOMENTS (any verse)

Omg oh boy okay here we go

1. All of boarding house AU just like the whole thing ya know? Okay fine specifically Alarik buying that book for Elsa and Elsa not even really being interested in the book but reading it anyway.

2. THE CHRISTMAS DATE IN FFS AU WITH THE SNOWFLAKE DRESS AND THE FILIPINO ORNAMENT AND ME CRYING EVERYWHERE

3. The first time they meet in Shards and he’s a know it all jerk butt because I’m all about that dynamic

4. Quite literally every single time Alarik calls Elsa darling or min alskling literally all of it

5. Dont judge me but ... Elsa grieving over Alarik I’m BH6 AU

[naturepointstheway]

3 for At the Beach writing prompt, please! ;D

Elsa closes her eyes, wriggling her toes as the cool waves lap over her feet, the sandpaper feel of sand grains brushing over her skin. Sand builds and drags away between her toes with each to and fro of the waves rolling through the surf until they came to rest on the beach. 

‘Elsa?’ 

Elsa’s eyes flutter open and she turns to gaze up at Alarik next to her, his hands cupped over something so that Elsa could not see what it was. 

‘Yes, my daft goose?’ 

Alarik gets down on one knee, never mind the water, and opens his hands, only for a particularly sneaky rogue wave to knock him off balance, causing him to curse, before frantically pawing under the water, ending up with hands on his head, fingers clutching at his hair. 

‘What have you done now, Alarik?’ Elsa asks in the same tone she’d use on a child that was constantly doing daft things. 

Alarik slowly looks up at Elsa with the most pathetic, saddest look on his face, like a puppy that had been missing its human for all of twenty minutes while their owner went to the corner dairy to pick up some milk and butter.

‘I lost it! I lost the engagement ring in the water!’ 

[patricia-von-arundel]

Quality Time

Okay, this one, I’ve been looking forward to writing...

“Just. Stay. Still!”

“But it hurts! Ow, stop, you’re pulling!”

A familiar refrain, certainly. Daily. Every morning. 

Alarik put his book down, considering how a new thought might be received. Favorably, or was it one of those things which he was not supposed to offer to do? 

Well, he had never been fond of not having definitive answers. 

They both looked up as he knocked on the open door: Elsa with a brush and ribbon, Jenny leaning away from her, her hair half-braided down her back, her cheeks red with fury. 

“Tell her to stop, Papa.”

“Johanna Maria!”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Actually,” Alarik said, “that was exactly what I was hoping to tell her to do.”

Elsa cocked an eyebrow. “What?” Warning in her voice. 

Time to make himself very clear, then: “Could you show me how to do it?”

“To... to braid Jenny’s hair?”

“That was what I was thinking, yes.”

“I...” Elsa looked down at the brush, then back to him. “I... suppose I could.”

“Wonderful, Darling. Thank you.” He offered Jenny a smile. “Is it all right with you, Eldig?”

“I guess. Don’t pull. Mama pulls.”

“You need to sit still. It wouldn’t pull if you were still.”

“Yes, it would. You always pull.”

Alarik went closer, before they returned to yelling. “So how do we do this, then?”

“Here.” Elsa handed him the comb, and showed him how to fold the tails of hair, one over the other. 

“Quite simple, then.”

“You’d think.”

A few days later...

Elsa woke early, stretched. It came as no surprise to find the space on the bed next to her empty - Alarik sometimes seemed hardly to sleep at all. 

What was a surprise was hearing his voice nearby. She got up and padded from the room, yawning but curious. His voice was coming from Jenny’s room. 

Jenny’s room?

“...And so I find myself theorizing that it is perhaps some form of actual physical change, not merely a chemical one, though of course any chemical change also encompasses a physical component. The difference here is that I feel the mechanics of the physical change are not merely chemical in nature, but reflective of some other stimulant, though I haven’t yet been able to determine just what that stimulant might be. And so as a result I’ve been trying to - Oh, good morning, Darling.”

Elsa, speechless, watched as he finished Jenny’s long braid, tying the ribbon into a neat little bow. 

Jenny never moved a muscle. 

Now who’s the one with magic? Elsa could only shake her head. There were some things that truly could never be explained. 

[birger-wuvs-elsa]

Моя пещера, твоя пещера.

I actually wrote this one up early and scheduled it, just in case my forgetful mind lost this day in the midst of sleep, work, and school. ;3 @shardsofarendelle

This uh...got...longer than I planned...Birger had input, it would seem.

Elsa was in the midst of filing paperwork when she felt him. Her dragon, Birger, had ever so gently brushed her mind; over the years, their bond had grown, and the ways they were able to connect varied as they strengthened. Even when Alarik’s arrival came about, and all the...unique situations that entailed, and the pair’s own bond was tested, all came out well. They didn’t need questions or permissions with one another, and to outsiders, it would seem as if the queen and her fluffy companion were as one unit.

So it was with a perplexed frown that Elsa set down her pen, and absently glanced at her window. There were no words to Birger’s contact just now, no clear cut thoughts or anything. It was merely a feeling...a subtle guide to meet him outside. Elsa hesitated, as she knew that Birger understood she was in the middle of work. He normally respected her “foolish duties”, and their importance; so why on Earth would he disturb her now?

The queen stood from the chair, and walked around her desk as she approached the window. It was cool outside, and the nippy temperature beyond the castle’s warmed walls caused a conflicting fog to cloud the glass. But she didn’t have to be able to see through the windowpane to know that her dragon sat just beyond it, in the castle’s vast courtyard, which was just barely able to contain his now grandiose form.

Come...

A word, this time, to come with that same soft caress to her spirit. She could feel more to it now, a warm beckoning...he wanted to take her somewhere. Out of habit, out of instinct, her body moved to go out and meet him. But as she thought of her family, of Alarik, and the thought of letting herself be spirited away without warning...she hesitated. But no sooner then she did so, and the doubt began to prick at her heart, had she felt an even warmer, soothing balm come from her dragon.

Fear not, heart...please, come...

Elsa only remained still for the briefest moment before she continued her original path. Before long, she was garbed as her dragon strangely requested her to, and met with Birger in the courtyard. The large, fluffy beast near reverently crouched down as she approached, one foreleg held out to make her climb up his fur a less harsh angle. Hood up and mask on, Elsa nestled in the teal mane that pooled between his shoulder blades as the huge beast bounded out of the city. Though Birger said nothing, and his heart betrayed nothing, Elsa knew immediately where he was headed.

She could never forget the way to her dragon’s cave.

As the icy pair approached the clearing that, to this day, held fast against the forest, Elsa noticed something odd. The large, gaping hole in the mountainside—carved out by expert miners and Birger’s own paw to accommodate his growth—glowed from deep within by was seemed to be flickering firelight. The blonde frowned and tilted her head; there should be no one here, Birger would’ve told her if there’d be a plan regarding his cave. As she thought so, the strong form beneath her began to shake with clear laughter.

Elsa looked up just as Birger had turned his head down to meet her gaze.

You were not told the plan, for it was not mine to tell, heart.

Elsa frowned, pulled back her hood, and tugged down her mask. “What...Birger, what do you mean by that?”

He didn’t answer, merely smiled, and crouched down to allow her ease to dismount. As she did so, Elsa heard boots in the snow, and looked up at the cave’s entrance. Her eyes widened and she gasped softly, as the last person she expected to emerge from Birger’s cave did so.

“Hello, min elskling.” Alarik said, and smiled from beneath the furred hood that protected his magic-less body from the cold.

“Alarik...” That was all Elsa could manage to say before the stun was too great, and she turned to stare, shocked, at Birger’s smug grin.

You two are in dire need of some quality time, heart. You need somewhere quiet, secluded; and, well...

His grin shifted to a gentle smile.

Mоя пещера, твоя пещера.

It was one thing that Birger dared to allow himself to share Elsa, his heart, with Alarik. But that he would share his very cave, the place where the dragon and the queen first met? Tears pricked at Elsa’s eyes, and almost as if in expectation, Birger had already brought his head down. She threw her arms around his mighty snout, and the beast thrummed softly.

Stay here with him, enjoy your time together unbothered and unburdened. I promise you won’t be gone long, but you two deserve this. Stay here, and cherish one another...I will keep watch, as always.

Elsa nodded into his fur, and didn’t so much as make a sound when she felt gentle hands on her shoulders.

“Honored guardian, if I may have this lovely lady’s precious time?”

As Elsa released his snout, Birger lifted it to brush the tops of both their heads at once with his large chin. The smitten pair laughed at the gesture, and the blonde queen eagerly followed the redhead gentleman into the dragon’s den. The inside was, as always, comfortably prepared should Elsa stay a night with her dragon. But on this night, it was softly lit, densely cushioned, and overall terribly romantic. Shocked for the third time in just a few short hours, Elsa turned to her husband, speechless, as he smiled bashfully.

“I uh...I might’ve had this planned out for a while. Thank goodness Anna’s a very proficient interpreter for your dragon, or I might’ve never–”

He was able to say no more when Elsa hugged him fiercely about the shoulders, and before he could speak again, captured the would be words in a kiss. The utterly twitterpated pair’s world quickly shrunk to the confines of the cave. Neither of them paid any heed to the crackling of ice being sparked to life at the cavern’s entrance. Not a one of them noticed the shift in the air as a wall of ice, thick enough to be opaque but with slits in the top where it met the rock, settled into place and safely ensconced them within. They certainly did not hear the thuds of heavy steps that steadily grew quiet as a certain someone made his way to the opposite end of the clearing about the cave’s now sealed entrance.

Even the sun’s rising the next morning went unnoticed...

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Coffee Shop AU

AN: Welp, here I go. The first creative piece of writing I’ve done since college started back in August. Now that I’m on summer break, hopefully I’ll write more. Here is hoping that term papers didn’t kill any talent.

There were times that Alarik Geatland didn't really mind working in a coffee shop.

Although it wasn't exactly his top pick for a job after exiting The Academy, it was something that granted him a flexible schedule, a not too shabby pay once you factored in any tips, and most important of all: a roof over his head. Besides, he know going into The Academy that his specific field of science wasn't exactly the type that would instantaneously grant him a job.

 If anything,  this job gave him even more of a work ethic so when potential jobs opened up he'd have even more of an advantage.

 However, there were some disadvantages to this field of work. While Alarik Geatland was no where near the stereotype of scientists having no social skills whatsoever and being too engrossed in their field of work to pay any mind to any other matter, he wasn't a social butterfly by any means. This job meant interacting with many different types of people all in a short period of time.

The other disadvantage to this type of work?

 When people came in to the shop, and although they had every right to, ordered the most ridiculous concontions imaginable.

 But in the end, it would all be worth it.

 The payoff came off about 1 year into his job at the coffee house.

 It was a Monday, and while Alarik usually took Monday's off in order to job search (supervisors were most commonly around on Monday's and Tuesday’s), one of his co-workers had called in sick and another had not shown up, so here he was.

 Monday’s were also apparently the busiest of days which meant he had to frequently multitask between taking orders, making orders, and cleaning tables.

 By the time it was his lunch break, he was near the point of exhaustion.

 As he sat at one of the few empty tables in the room, he constantly kept refreshing his email, hoping that a reply to one of his job inquires would appear as if by magic. Fifteen minutes into doing this, he set his phone down.

Times like these made him wonder if his choice of field had been worth leaving the place where he grew up. Despite needing to get away from there, it could have been much simpler just to stay and accept what life had given him.

He sighed and stood up, digging in his pockets for the money he kept there, in order to go to one of the small restaurants across the street. One thing he hated was not being prepared when the cashier told him how much something cost. When he wasn't prepared, he could almost feel the animosity of anyone standing behind him.

 As he began to walk out the door, he accidentally bumped into the person who was apparently coming inside, making both of their phones drop to the floor.

 The person quickly apologized.

 “I am so sorry. I am so, so sorry. I-I didn't see you. I guess I got caught up in my email. I am so sorry. Are you-Are you all right?”

 Alarik, who had bent down to the floor to grab both of the phones, smiled softly and getting back up was about to reassure the person when he saw who he had bumped into.

 The person was a she. A very beautiful she, by the way. Her beautiful, bright blue eyes were full of worry. It was something that, unconsciously, Alarik wished to get rid of.

It was only when she began to blush that he realized he might have said the last statement out loud, making his face turn bright red and match his hair. He dreaded that he had, for a moment, became a man customers always degraded when they were on their phone in line.

 “I am so sorry.” He grimaced, handing her back her phone. “That was entirely my fault not yours. I'm also sorry for everything that came out of my mouth. Are you okay.”

 She smiled softly albeit more hesitantly, “Its okay. Don't worry about it.”

 It was just then his phone rang and by the look of the number on the screen, it was a similar number to a job he had applied for.

 “Uh, I got to get this. I am so sorry and um, your drink is on me. My name is Alarik and I’m. Again so sorry. Got to go.”

 She smiled and he turned and headed outside, answering the call, “Hello?”

 By the time the phone call ended, Alarik’s lunch break was nearly over and while usually he liked to be back early from his breaks, right now it didn't seem to matter.

He had been offered a job, with better pay and even better, in his field of study. All he had to do was give his two weeks notice, and then he could start.

 He sat down at one of the tables in the now nearly empty coffee shop, shocked in disbelief.

 Alarik had waited so long for this day to come and now he almost couldn't believe it.

“How did that phone call turn out.”

 He snapped out of his reverie for a moment to turn his head to the table next to him.

 There, sitting with a book on what appeared to be geometric solutions, was the beautiful blue eyed girl he had bumped into and unfortunately ogled earlier.

He apparently stared too long because she paled considerably, looking ashamed.

“I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have been so intrusive. We don't know each other and that was so rude of me. I'm sorry. I've been told I need to be more social and-”

 He grinned, “It's okay. If anything you deserve to know, considering I bumped into you and said something I shouldn't have said out loud.”

 Color returned to her still pale face and she smiled slightly.

 “Anyway, the phone call was about a job I had applied for. I got it.”

 She beamed, “Congratulations, that's good news.”

 He nodded, “I've been waiting for a job like this for what seems like a while.”

 “Where is it?”

 “It's a bit separated from the business district. It's on a hill overlooking the city.”

 She tilted her head and smiled, something Alarik found quite cute but kept to himself.

“Well, it looks like we are going to be seeing more of each other. I work there as well.”

 Alarik grinned. “I guess we will.”

 As the conversation ended, his alarm notifying the end of his lunch break went off. Smiling, he stood up and put his apron back on. “Well, I guess I got to go back to work.”

 She nodded, “I should too. It was nice meeting you and I guess I'll see you around.”

Alarik smiled in affirmation and headed back behind the counter beginning to tidy up when he heard someone approach.

 “Hi, welcome to-”He began his spiel until he looked up to see the same woman from before.”Uh, hi-um what can I get you?”

 She gave him her order and he rang her up. He was about to start when he went back to the register where she stood waiting, “I'm gonna need your name.”

 She smiled.

 “Elsa. My name is Elsa.”

 He grinned and went back to making her order. Alarik was definitely going to remember that name.

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Last Line Written

I was invited by @oldshrewsburyian to post the most recent line of fiction I wrote. It’s been long enough since I got any writing in that it’s a little hard to say but I think this is the one:

Paul squeezes his hand again, and Foyle looks up to meet his eyes. “Mine,” Paul says, “can only get half as wet.”

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