#Frozen AU

[killin-kel]

DREAM SMP FROZEN AU IN 2024?!! well, here you go!!

!no ships, only family dynamics!

[tricodekus]

excuse me sir, he is a prince 👑

[munsster]

lost in the woods

A/N: i literally couldnt resist getting my grubby hands on this brainrot song (gif creds: @longestwave)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader (Season 3)

Summary: You, the party, and Steve attend an annual winter festival while he's feeling utterly lost in the woods. 3.7k words

Warnings: fluff, everything is corny xoxo, slight angst/anxiety/embarrassment, pet names (sweetheart, honey), flashback, general party shenanigans, GODAWFUL PINING, kissing

Robin had slapped a flyer for Tippecanoe’s First Annual Winter Festival on the counter, and Steve knew he had to be there with you somehow. He just had to make it subtle enough not to seem desperate but obvious enough that you knew he wanted you there. Which was easier than he predicted when he handed the flyer to Dustin and his eyes lit up at the idea of a real festival with live music and gingerbread and carnival games and sledding.

So you and Steve caravanned the children and Robin in your cars. Of course, driving separately was not Steve's ideal situation as he loves having you in his passenger seat picking the music and humming softly to yourself. But you had suggested it since there were more bodies than could fit in your station wagon. Robin had begged to differ, insisting there was always more space with a nod to the trunk, which made you giggle and subsequently made Steve absolutely melt. He didn't usually have the patience for her antics, but he would do anything to hear you laugh even if it meant contorting himself into your trunk.

However, he knows that's not the only reason you suggested separate cars with separate drivers. Things had been tense since the last time he saw you, and the guilt weighs on him like a cold metal barbell crushing his chest.

Your fingers curl into the collar of his shirt, barely grasping, and you crane your neck towards him. You watch his honey eyes draw over your lips just before he leans in and kisses you.

His hand molds into your side, melting over the exposed skin like hot syrup. You press into his hold and smile with your fingers drawing up and across the back of his neck.

But the kiss short lived when he pulls away, shoving a hand through his ruffled hair.

"Sorry, sweetheart," Steve huffs, standing and backing away, "I don't know what I'm doing. I should go!"

He hadn't planned on rushing out of your house and into the snow without any of his belongings, but that's how it happened. It's the subject of most of his nightmares. The look on your face and the blaring sound the door made when it slammed. He had stood on your porch wringing his hands and exhaling puffs of hot air when he finally decided to go through with his running away.

But now he felt completely lost. And he could tell he was losing you, too.

Robin had thoroughly scolded him when he called her that night, telling him he's an idiot for walking out on you when you two were clearly and stupidly in love. He agreed and wallowed in self pity, listening to sappy love songs and soft rock until he eventually fell asleep.

This festival was his chance to make apologize. To fall for you all over again. If only he could get you alone without the squeaky voices of a handful of pestering teens.

El and Max drag you and Robin toward the steep hill carved out for sledding, and Steve follows with the group of boys hot on his trail. They coo taunting endearments at him, urging him to share a sled with you. Dustin hollers something or other about his probably fake girlfriend Suzie and how he officially has more game than Steve.

You look back at him sweetly and mouth 'sorry' before you plop down onto your sled. For all the trouble, you mean. You know the kids would be much calmer if they knew Steve didn't actually want you. And he clearly doesn't after the other night. And the way he seems so nonchalant. He shakes his head and mouths 'don't worry about it' as he shoves his jittery hands in his pockets. The wind whips at his hot face and he wishes he'd brought a scarf. Or some dignity.

"You have to win something for her," Lucas says once they reach the bottom of the hill, and Steve is hit with the realization that all of these twerps somehow got girlfriends before him. Although, Dustin's status is still questionable. He at least has the audacity to lie about his romantic endeavors.

"Yeah," Max agrees, pointing to the tip-a-jug stand lined with winter themed plushies, "Girls love stuffed animals. Plus, winning will be an excellent show of your strength."

"And generosity! The ladies love a charitable man," Mike adds. Steve rolls his eyes, worried you'll hear them from where you walk just a few paces ahead with Will and El. But maybe they have a point.

"I don't need advice from schoolchildren."

"You mean romantically successful schoolchildren!" Dustin chirps.

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose while they beg him to win you something good. Finally, he gives in, sifting a few singles from his wallet. Max calls you over to watch Steve win, and you chuckle weakly, knowing they forced him into it somehow.

The vendor hands him a basket of blue bean bags with snowmen painted on them. Steve's heart races when you step up next to him.

"Good luck," you huff. You both know these games are rigged from the moment the cash hits the counter. But he smiles at you and holds one of the bags in his palm. God, somehow you're even prettier with snowflakes in your hair and the warm fairy lights twinkling behind you.

He lasers in on the game, winding up that rubber arm like he's back in little league hoping for a strike out. The first few jugs clatter backwards. Suddenly, the kids are much more invested learning the possibility that he might actually win.

It's down to the final jug, and he takes a deep breath. In all honesty, he's never been this successful in any stupid carnival game. Why he is tonight is a mystery. Maybe next he'll be struck by lightning.

Except, the last bean bag thuds against the side of the apparatus, and the crowd groans. He perches his hands on his hips and bows his head.

"You did pretty good, kid. Why don't you pick one of the medium sized prizes?" The vendor asks, gesturing to the small stuffed animals halfway up the wall.

"Which one do you want, sweetheart?"

He turns back and his eyes lock with yours. He's hoping the kids were right. Maybe you'll be impressed or charmed. Or maybe you'll think he's being vain and trying needlessly to boost his ego. But you glance at him in surprise, eagerly stepping forward and tugging on his sleeve.

"Steve, I can't accept your prize. You won it fair and square."

"They begged me to play. I only did it because I love showing off," he teases, and it makes you giggle. Hallelujah. You point to the small polar bear plush, and the vendor hands it to you. Steve's heart flutters when you accept the bear so tenderly and thank him like you're shy. But he's never known you to be bashful. At least, not when it comes to teasing him.

Everyone, including Robin, coos and hoots and hollers at the two of you basking in the soft carnival game light. You whip around and tell them to shush.

"Quit it, I'm not afraid to send you all home right now," Steve says, pointing an accusatory finger. You hide your grin behind your plush when his hair bounces from his intensity.

The kids grumble, and Dustin says, "Yes, mom and dad," begrudgingly but with a shit eating grin on his face. It makes Steve blush more than it should.

You suggest stopping for gingerbread-flavored funnel cake and hot apple cider and face a hoard of suddenly starving children.

Dustin sighs dramatically, catching your attention. "This night is so beautiful, don't you think, Steve?"

"Careful, Henderson, I'm your ride home," Steve says.

"What? I’m just saying it would be a shame to waste such a romantic night." Dustin tries his hardest to wink subtly. "If only it weren't for Brad—"

"No, she dumped Brad," El helpfully suggests. The news lights up their eyes, and they bounce around excitedly.

"Who raised these kids?" Steve huffs, eyebrows raised and cringing at their blatant attempts at match making.

You roll your eyes, announcing, "You guys, Steve has more important things to worry about than a girlfriend."

Steve looks at you. You're trying to settle them down, but all it does is shatter his heart and make him their target. He knows it's in good fun and all but the wobble in your voice makes his knees buckle and his throat tighten. He needs to fix this and fast if he wants any chance at reconciliation.

Max stares him down. "What did you do?"

"Come on, Steve the King," Lucas sighs, "You're supposed to be working with us, not against us!"

Steve shakes his head and turns away from the slander. You follow his lead. You're staring straight ahead, pretending to look at the menu while he fiddles with the hem of his sleeve.

Then, El notices a small mistletoe hanging from the edge of the canopy. The kids giggle and nudge each other, and Robin's eyes go wide realizing the front of the line crosses through its path. And you and Steve are standing side by side.

So just as the line shuffles forward, Robin elbows her way between the two of you, earning a hearty grumble from Steve.

"Sorry, I—uh"—solid gameplan, Robin—"Lovely weather we're having."

You chuckle and look up at the way the snow seems to hover midair. Little specks of white illuminated by the festivities with a backdrop of darkness and starlight.

"Yeah, I guess so," you hum. Steve crosses his arms over his chest with a sour look when he spots the mistletoe dangling above the two of you.

"Oh, gosh! Would you look at that," Robin chirps, "Mistletoe! You know what that means."

"You cut the line just so you could kiss me?" you say, smile creeping onto your face. She shrugs, and you hold her jaw while you lean in and peck her cheek. Steve lets out a sigh of relief, but Robin is stirred, her cheeks blooming a rosy pink from more than just the cold.

"Satisfied?"

Robin nods, tugging on her hat and warbling about checking out the ice sculptures and how she'd be back in a second. Steve sheepishly reclaims his spot beside you.

"You want one, too?" you tease. His heart flutters considering it, but his silence has you recoiling and turning away. "Sorry. Just... kidding."

Of course, he wants to kiss you. And he doesn't want it to be an accident or a mistake or a regret. He's already messed up once, and the thought of messing it up with you again hurts like an icicle to the heart.

The kids bound towards the huge tree sprouting from the center of the fair grounds. An announcement had called for the first annual tree lighting at nine, and crowds had flocked to the base of the looming tree. Not Steve, though. He lingers just behind you while you order the funnel cake. He's a little embarrassed when you turn back around holding the plate to find yourselves deserted by your group.

"Where'd everyone go?"

"Distracted by the lights, I guess," he huffs, feeling the pang in his chest when you nod wearily. "Wanna sit down? I saw an open bench back there."

You grab an extra fork and follow him to the bench seated along the edge of the grounds. There's a perfect view of the grand tree with a couple minutes to spare. The bench is snug enough, your thigh pressed to his. It reminds you of that night in your living room and the way he looked at you like he really cared. Like he could have actually wanted you. Honestly, you think, who was he kidding.

But it's second nature the way you hand him a fork.

"Mmm, tastes like..." he hums while trying to decipher the distinct flavor but all he can muster is cinnamon and sugar.

"Gingerbread?" you tease. He ducks his head, grinning and reaching for another bite.

"That would make sense."

You laugh when powdered sugar kisses the tip of his nose. He's confused why you're staring at him like that and rubs his sleeve across his mouth, which makes you laugh harder.

"What?"

You try and wipe it way but miss by a long shot, swiping at his chin through your giggle fit. He finally wipes the tip of his nose. You take a deep breath in, calming your laughter.

"Sweetheart, what is it? What's on my face?"

"You got it." You shake your head. "Just some powdered sugar."

"All that for a little sugar," he teases, grinning from ear to ear when you stifle a laugh. You settle into the bench and he drapes his arm long the back of it. He likes having you so close. It makes him feel foolish and ecstatic and boyish. And he doesn't think he's ever felt so warm before.

You're about to say something when the tree lights up. A million tiny bulbs of green and red and yellow lead to the shining star on top. It illuminates his face, and you can really see the glimmer reflected in his brown eyes. Carolers sing holy night across the festival, but you can still hear them loud and clear. You want to tell Steve he's everything. You would if you could be sure it wouldn't scare him away. People clap and whistle. You're conflicted.

Is this how he felt before he ran away?

"I owe you an apology," he blurts. He turns to face you to find you're already looking him dead in the eyes. His stomach twists because that means it's real and he's not daydreaming. The hope makes him nervous.

You shake your head.

"No, Steve, you have nothing to apologize for. If anything, I should apologize. I still have all the blankets you left, and it's the middle of winter."

"Sweetheart, please, I'm the one who ran out on you," he huffs, "I was being a coward. I've liked you for so long, and I wanted to kiss you, and I know the kids are usually full of shit—and I can't believe I'm saying this—but they're right. I belong to you. I mean it, I'm yours. And as cheesy as it sounds, without you... I feel lost."

The air between you feels thick enough to carve with a butter knife. It's not snowing anymore, but still, something stirs and shimmers and wavers as his confession sets in. It gets a little harder to breathe and he can almost feel the altitude sickness from the flicker in your eye. Though, shortness of breath is nothing compared to the way you make him feel on top of the world with just a glance.

His heart sinks when you tear up and look away.

"Hey," he whispers, leaning in when you desperately press your mittens to your cheeks.

"Sorry. Sorry." You tilt your head back and squint your eyes shut to stop the hot flow of tears.

"It's okay. I didn't mean to make you cry," he says softly when you cover your face and chuckle dryly.

"I know. I just feel like..." you huff, feeling a little silly for crying when Steve rubs your back like he means every word he said. Like he's really sorry and all he wants is you. "It was never the right time for us."

He can't help the way his heart crumbles to pieces like forgotten pastry between your skilled fingers. You're trying not to cry, and it's his fault. You take a deep breath. He thinks he would buy you all the sweet things in the world to make you happy. Even if it meant you didn't need him anymore. It would be enough to know he could do something good for you.

Then you turn to him, and he's doe eyed and handsome and hopeful.

You whisper, "But, now—"

Suddenly, the hoard returns, stampeding and complaining about the cold and how Robin is flirting with the pretty exhibit curator and the tree lighting was so cool but now El wants to take pictures with her new camera and are you gonna eat that? Steve's still hanging onto your every word over the ruckus. Now?

You offer them the rest of the funnel cake which Mike and Dustin devour in seconds. You give Will your scarf when he shivers, and Steve offers his gloves to Lucas who gives one to Max so he can hold her other hand.

"Hey, remember when I told you you'd be cold?" you tease Will who shrugs shyly and Lucas who grumbles, squeezing Max's hand.

"But why would they wear proper clothing when they know you're too caring to refuse?" Max says, cocking a brow. You squint at her.

"Are you calling me a pushover?"

She giggles and kisses your cheek before skipping away with Lucas and shouting, "Only because I love you!"

El hooks her arm in yours and tugs you towards the string light tunnel near the exit. You glance back at Steve who listens to Dustin talk about all the old couples watching the tree lighting ceremony. He makes a point to tell Steve he'd like to come back every year.

Steve looks to you and agrees.

You think El's trying to win the record for most polaroids taken in ten seconds. She takes a few of Max and Lucas and a couple of all of the boys together. She's shouting at them to behave when you wander off towards Steve.

Your knuckles brush his, and you startle, but he's already holding your soft, gloved hand and biting back a grin. You tug him towards you and face him with a fierce look in your eye.

"Quit putting the moves on me, Harrington," you tease, but he sweeps your hair out of your face anyway. Oh, and he looks like he wants to kiss you. Just like before. Only this time, he's not going to run away. And you can tell when he gently cradles your neck that he’s gonna stick around for a long time.

But just as he leans in, a flash goes off and you look straight into El’s lens as the camera clacks and zips. You quickly let go of Steve’s hand and huff out a laugh when one of the kids wolf whistles. Steve chuckles and dips in to kiss your cheek. El skips over and hands you the polaroid, telling you to shake it until it develops.

Once it does, you’re already headed back to the parking lot. You hand it to Steve, and his face lights up.

The light tunnel frames the picture like a halo. Your eyes are wide, staring into the camera while the flash shines on your shocked face. But he’s still looking at you and waiting for his kiss, holding your face with your mitten tucked into his cold hand. You think he looks handsome. He knows that’s because he’s lovesick, and it shows

“I hope you know I’m keeping this,” he says, pinching the corner like it’ll fly away in a snow flurry. You giggle.

“Fine, but I want it on weekends.”

“Deal,” he teases. He plops into his driver’s seat, tucking the polaroid into his sun visor. You lean down and perch your forearms on the window.

“Drive safe, Stevie,” you whisper, glancing at his sweet smile and flushed face.

“I want to kiss you.”

You raise your eyebrows and peek into the back seat where Will, El, and Max giggle. And then to where Dustin is slumped in the passenger’s seat, his forehead rested against the glass.

“Dustin is gonna be furious when he finds out you said that, and he wasn’t awake to witness it,” you hum, but Steve couldn’t care less with you so close to him.

“Maybe it’ll teach him to mind his own damn business.” Steve says it so casually, it makes you smile.

“His meddling isn’t all bad,” you shrug, “It brought us together.”

Well, shit, Steve thinks. He’s never gonna hear the end of it from the kid.

“In that case, I owe him one,” he says, out of focus when you lean further into the car. “Or a couple.”

You smile against his mouth and he hums lowly. It’s gentle. Unhurried. Like it could stop the world from turning if only for a second. If the festival were any quieter, your heartbeats would be audible. You pull away with a small grin and smooth down the collar of his jacket. He holds your wrist, fingers lazily wrapping around the cuff of your mitten to keep your hand close to his chest.

Max pokes Dustin’s shoulder and he wakes with a loud startle. He orients himself to find the both of you staring back at him.

“What was that for? What did I miss?” he whines with a furrowed brow. Max rolls her eyes, tugging her headphones on.

“Dude,” she huffs. El giggles, shaking her head, and Will waves when you stand back from the window.

You pat Steve’s shoulder and say, “Seriously, please be careful. It’s slippery.”

Steve nods, giving you a little salute. You smile. He blushes.

“You, too, honey,” he coos, hoping you’ll linger by his window just a little longer. But Dustin snaps his fingers impatiently.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” he says, already nodding off again. You chuckle.

“I’ll follow you out,” you say with a nod, “Nighty night, Dusty.”

Dustin swats away the tease with a, “Yeah, yeah. Talk to me when you’re boyfriend-girlfriend.”

Steve cocks a brow and you laugh, shrugging. His engine revs to life and you back away further with a cute little wave when his headlights flicker on. He watches you open your car door and disappear inside before slowly creeping out of the parking spot. You shuck your mittens and set them in the cupholder, Robin grinning from beside you the entire time.

“We saw everything,” she says. Mike and Lucas share a knowing glance in the backseat, and you hold up one finger.

“Not a word.”

But you smile the whole way home.

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and that was fine, really.

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[pandalilysavior]

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[scarlicbread27]

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⭐️ Word Count = 638 ⭐️

TW - Reference to abuse and classism

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Regulus Arcturus Black was to be crowned king in 1 year, 10 months, and 4 days.

Until then? He had work to do.

Frost had settled in heaps in his bones, his blood had become entrusted with frozen, icy crystals, his touch was like hail, and where his heart should be, a tall, deep, twisting glacier had made itself comfortable, resting in the cavern of his chest.

The winter had become intertwined with his soul.

Failing crops, freezing peasants, iced over oceans that meant no overseas shipments or fishing voyages. Overall, Arendele was hardly a year from total collapse and that was if they got lucky. The country had food reserves and (for now) large reserves of funds to trade or build bridges. Along with their neighbouring countries that were cordial to the highest extent of the word.

If he didn’t do something about this, Arendele wouldn’t make it to his coronation. Part of him didn’t mind that because right now he had far too much on his plate to manage a country that was actively taking bounds down the downward spiral. Regulus had to do something.

See, Regulus had a secret that the public didn’t know.

He knew the exact cause of the eternal winter. He knew who caused the eternal winter. Sirius Orion Black. His own big brother. Even thinking about him made the ice in his blood grow thicker and more solid now. It had been two years since his brother had stepped down from royalty and ran off with his tail between his legs, escaping the castle and all of the grimy hands and faces and expectations along with it. Sirius had gotten away and dropped every last one of his responsibilities as a soon to be monarch and son of Walburga and Orion Black (which was an entire new undertaking on its own) to Regulus.

Regulus who let himself be moulded by the weight of royalty. Regulus who had always begged for his parent’s appreciation. Regulus who couldn’t pretend to be amicable to save his life. Regulus who hated large gatherings. Regulus who had deep green eyes and loose curly hair. Regulus who was only sixteen. Regulus who was Sirius’ little brother.

And most of all? Regulus who was out for blood.

It didn't take him very long to figure all this out because to him, it was glaringly obvious. The only prince with powerful and dangerous ice magic. Daily he wonders how the people of Arendele never noticed that the old prince was hiding a large, frosty secret because it seemed entirely implausible for Regulus to have just one day, appeared with a large white streak in his once jet-black hair and the eyelashes of his left eye and chunks of his eyebrow even whiter.

Unsurprisingly, his parents had tried every type of dye that the country had to offer and any and every spell in their dust-ridden old books that could hope to keep his face looking the same. No hope. Every new dye would slide right off, every spell would just make him sick.

By the time they had given up, Regulus would’ve sworn his hair looked lighter than before. Eventually they announced that he had been wanting to make himself stand out as the ‘one-day leader of the City in the Sea’. He was shocked to his very core that it had worked - and that the people had no questions about the way the siblings did not appear in public at all for the next few weeks. Or that when they did, they hardly moved their fingers and Sirius, who already looked like he had been dunked in a tub of white wall paint, looked a little more gaunt and ghostly than he did before. Fools, each and every one of them.

Sigh. He should get to work.

[munsster]

WINTER IN HAWKINS

a frozen romance from hawkins, indiana

a Steve Harrington x Reader loosely based on songs and characters from the Frozen franchise. Steve falls in love with his best friend as the weather gets colder!

This series is nonsequential, meaning while the chapters follow a loose narrative, they can all be read as separate works!

Fixer Upper — The kids aren’t saying you can change him, per se. They’re only saying that love’s a force that’s powerful and strange.

An Act of True Love — In the dead of winter, there’s absolutely nothing that could keep you warm. After all, only an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart.

Lost in the Woods — You, the party, and Steve attend an annual winter festival while he's feeling utterly lost in the woods.

Headcanons

loser!steve and the prince charming project

[cakesmelons]

10 years ago today Frozen was released!!! to commemorate, i drew the frozen dreamtale brothers.

havent posted about them in a while (criminal). but i really do love these boys <3

[forgettingcrowbin]

Frozen au by @cakesmelons! :D

[empressgeekt]

Transformers ONE/Frozen Crossover - Au summery - The Energon King Au

Okay, so this is a total impulse post. based of this post i found while browsing. Thank you so much @karioke13 for this idea. Now let's get on with the summery!

We start with a young Orion and Dion (D16), or as he preferred to be called, Dee, they were the Princes of Iacon, a small kingdom in the north of cybertron. Dee the eldest was born with the surprising ability to generate energon crystals on his own. A royal gift that hadn't been seen in so long it was thought to be myth. Energon crystals themselves form in the winter when the natural pools and rivers freeze over, but to make it out of nothing was something so powerful and rare, that even the king and queen, Megatronus and Solus were out of their league when it comes to understanding. Of course they didn't worry about it at first, Dee seemingly had good control over his abilities.

Until one night, where the brothers snuck out of their berths to play in the throne room. It was a simple night of fun, making Energon ball fights, building energon snow forts, and of course building an energonmech by the name of Bee. That innocent night however ended when Dee slipped and accidentally struck Orion with his abilities, causing part of the younger prince's helm to turn teal. In a panic to save their son, Megatronus and Solus rush both boys to the mountains, to meet with tribe of minicons, lead by Micronus, who cures Orion, but at the cost of the young mech's memories of magic. The elderly minicon warns Dee about how his abilities will only grow and that fear will be come his enemy if he doesn't learn to control them. Megatronus and Solus close the gates to the Iacon palace, and keep Orion away from his brother, until Dee learns to control it. Of course separating the brothers, does nothing for them in the long run.

Meanwhile, Little Elita and Jazz, two orphans of the energon harvesters in the mountains get separated from the rest of there group and lost in the woods. They see Dee's energon trail and follow it to the minicon tribe, where they are promptly adopted by a cat minicon named Ravage.

Back with the royal family. Orion's rendition of "Do You Want to Build an Energon Man?" happens, the boys grow up separate, Orion becoming book dependent and Dee becoming a glove addict, and the king and queen die under mysterious circumstances. Everything remains at a standstill, until Dee comes of age and his coronation rolls around. He's dreading a day out in public, while Orion is relishing it. Of course the young prince wakes up late, with drool all over his pillow, but he's out of the castle first chance he gets, and bumps into a princess from Eukaris, Airachnid. The two seem to hit it off, however, what Orion doesn't know is that Airachnid has a deal with Sentinel, the duke of rustytown ("It's RustleTin!"), for her to swoon one of Iacon's princes, in order to get better trading deals for both their kingdoms. Their plan actually seemed to be going perfectly, Airachnid getting Orion to agree to a proposal that very night.

Orion is so happy with how much of a fairytale the day had turned out to be, finding the love of his life and finally being allow outside of the palace walls. It's the first time in forever that he's actually had time with his brother and people, and when Dee doesn't share his excitement over his engagement it's crushing. He's had enough of his brother shutting him out and corners Dee, making the elder brother accidentally reveal his powers, and sentinel slips on the energon crystals, while the newly crowned king makes a run for it. Dee doesn't realize it, but he crystalizes the entire ford and it drastically alters Iacon's climate, the temperature dropping dramatically. Orion feels guilty and goes after his brother, leaving Airachnid in charge of Iacon.

Dee runs off to the northern mountains, which are always frozen, and in this isolation he finally finds some semblance of peace. He misses his brother, but experimenting with his powers really taking it to the next level is so much fun that he forgets his pain. However the first thing he makes is a energon man resembling the one he and orion made as sparklings. He creates a large energon palace for himself, rips of his coronation cape and crown, creating new ones from his powers. He doesn't see the energonmech walk off by itself.

Orion struggles through out his journey, the sudden winter makes crazy weather happen, and after falling into a river his own coronation cape freezes. By some miracle he stumbles on to the a trading post, "Maccadam's Wandering Trading Post and Sauna". Inside he buys better insulators for himself, and Meets Elita. Now grown up, she and Jazz work as independent Energon crystal harvesters, a business that is not all that successful. Orion asks her about the northern mountains, and she grumply explains to him about how they "seemed like magic" while arguing over the price of some rust-sticks for jazz and climbing equiment, not being a people person she gets thrown out, much to her foster brother's disappointment.

Jazz: Should've let me handle it, Eli

Elita: Oh shut up, you can go with out you're treats for a few days, besides I just found us a free place to sleep tonight.

Orion buys their supplies, and after listening to Jazz singing, makes a deal with Elita to take him to the northern mountains. They leave that night in Jazz and Elita's old hover sled. Jazz is driving, while Elita and Orion get into an argument about his recent engagement in the back.

Elita: I'm sorry you just met her?! You can't marry someone you just met!

Orion: You can if it's true love!

Elita: It doesn't sound like true love.

Orion: How would know? You some kind of love expert?

Jazz: Eli? Nah, our mother? oh yeah.

Elita: And she would agree with me.

The sled gets attack by rabid turbofoxs, and ends up in the bottom of a gorge...Orion offers to pay for it, and Jazz convinces Elita to follow him to make sure he doesn't die so they can get that new sled. The mountain is oddly beautiful in its frozen state, and while walking through a very pretty grove, they come across a very young voice, a little mech made of frozen energon crystals.

Bee: yea it really is really beautiful isn't it? but its so blue, maybe a little color? Like red, or pink? How about purple? Oh wait no...Purple Energon, blrg!

Orion kicks Bee's head off and he and Elita play hot potato with it for a moment, with Jazz screaming in the background. Eventually however, after introducing himself as Bee, Orion recongizes the energonmech as the one he and Dee made as sparklings. Orion introduces himself and accidentally tells Bee that Elita and Jazz are both named Jazz. To their horror Bee goes one to tell them how he dreams of heat and summer. Elita thinks they have to tell him since this is like a witnessing a deathwish, but Orion and Jazz stop her.

Tensions mean while rise in Iacon, since Airachnid has to give away goods to make sure she plays her role, but it gets on Sentinel's nerves, after all they are both here for a profit and you won't make that when you give everything away. However before things could escalate, a patrol comes back with a ripped piece of Orion's coronation cape, and a search party is sent out.

Orion, Elita, Jazz and Bee finally make it to Dee's energon palace. Elita and Jazz upset about not being able to go inside at first because, "energon is our lives!" Dee is surprised to see Orion, happy, but still wants to keep his distance especially after learning he brought Bee to life. Orion doesn't stop pushing when Dee tries to shove him away to protect him, and it gets worse after the elder brother learns about what he did to Iacon. Dee has an outburst and hits Orion in the spark. Elita and Jazz run in at that point and Dee summons a giant seeker made of energon crystals to shove them out, to which Orion flips off, triggering a chase that leads to Elita, Orion and Jazz falling off a cliff. (yess I made Darkwing Marshmallow and I have no regrets).

After the fall Orion begins to panic about how he has no plan since Dee threw him out. Elita calms him down, and Jazz sees some sparks between the two, only for any teasing to get snuffed out when Orion's platting started to shift in color, going from red and blue to a teal like color in patches. Elita and Jazz decide to take the prince to Micronus since they think he can help. Orion and Bee think the siblings are crazy for a minute since the minicons were all hiding when they arrived so it looked like they were talking to nothing. All of the Minicons get really excited when they see Orion, thinking he's with Elita (Jazz has a boy friend who lives down south). Que a "Fixer Upper", and while Jazz does think the wedding is a bit much, he's glad that his family sees the potential couple like he does. Thankfully, Orion faints mid wedding ceremony, to which Micronus finally makes and appearance, and explains that Dee froze his spark, and he needs an act of true love to save him. With the suggestion of a true love's kiss placed in their minds, Jazz and Elita rush the ill prince back to Iacon to get a kiss from his fiancé.

Dee's energon palace is attacked and to his surprise his curse protected him, however he is still captured and wakes up in a cell with is servos encased in shackles. Airachnid begs him to stop the winter, but Dee says he can't. And in his panic he freezes his cell and makes a storm began to blow outside.

Elita and Jazz get Orion back to the Iacon palace, and neither of them feel right about leaving him there. Orion tries to get Airachnid to kiss him, his platting nearly completely teal and frosting over, but she betrays him claiming that she was only going to marry him for the throne, and was always planning to take out Dee. Airachnid douses the fire and leave Orion to die, both her and sentinel manipulating the other leaders to kill Dee. Bee finds him and relight the fire, helping Orion figure out his love for Elita. At the same time Jazz talks some sense into Elita and both siblings start running back to Iacon upon seeing the blizzard brewing. Both lovers start running towards each other through the storm in a desperate attempt to save orion's life.

Dee however is running blindly in a panic, he's never wanted this. he's never wanted to doom his people. Airachnid comes out of the wind, and tells him his worst fear come true. His brother is dead, slain by his servo. Grief is different then panic and fear, so the young king collapses to the ground and the storm comes to a stand still. With the air now clear, Orion is faced with a choice save him and run to Elita or save his brother. He runs to Dee, stopping Airachnids stabbing limb as his body fully crystalized. Airachnid is thrown back by the impact and Dee looks up to see his brother in Energon crystal. He clings to the statue sobbing. Bee calls for Orion, and Jazz supports his sister as they stare on in grief. By some miracle Orion reverts to metal, his sacrifice for his brother out of love being enough to save him. It's through this that Dee learns how to thaw the rest of Iacon, also how to keep poor Bee from melting.

Peace is restored to Iacon, Airachnid and Sentinel's ploy was found out and they were both sent away with Iacon respectfully cutting contact with their kingdoms. Elita and Orion get together, and Dee's powers are now an open secret and the gates forever remain open.

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Once more, questions are welcome on this au, and if anyone wants to write it out you are welcome as long as credit is given. thanks again to @karioke13 and everyone involved in that post's thread.