#Helsaween

[puryartist]

It was almost like being in a dream of some sort. But obviously she was wide awake…Right?

Week 1: Illusion (inspired by All is Found Coronation day chapter) @helsaweenfun

[magentacravat]

Helsaween - Deadly Dynamic for @helsaweenfun Imagining Elsa as Killer Frost and Hans as Captain Boomerang from Suicide Squad : Assault on Arkham. That movie is badassssss!

[photsibutnot]

WIIITCHHHH 🫵 | 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘢 𝘹 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 @helsaweenfun hi! i am aliveeeee. sorry if i worried anyone, i deleted most of my socials and had to prioritize other parts of my life for a little bit. but i wanted to come back on tumblr in the meantime and join the chaos 🫡

[helsaweenfun]

Helsaween 2024

Icon was a collaboration by @nap-hime & @magentacravat

Boo! Did you scream? Be afraid, be very afraid!

Last year, the Helsa server on Discord (👻https://discord.gg/BXy3yfff👻) arranged a 4 prompts & free days event, and we’re so delighted to announce our return to host it again this October 2024.

We hope you guys are bursting with spooky spirit!

Our (not-a-cult) group are opening our arms to welcome fellow Helsa lovers to participate in a month-long Helsaween event!

Don't be afraid to let creativity and inspiration creep in! Create fanfiction, fanart, comics, edits, mood boards, videos, headcanons, poems, essays, cosplay, anything you fancy!

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EVENTS 

Week 1 (1-7 October) — Illusion

What is real and what isn't? Was it all a lie or is there still something to uncover? The line between truth and fantasy often blurs, and perceptions can shift, leaving you to wonder if anything is ever what it seems.

Week 2 (8-14 October) — Deadly Dynamic

The stakes are high and the outcome is uncertain, will this couple conquer together or be each other's undoing?

Week 3 (15-21 October) — Myth

Pssst! Heard the legend? Something lurks in the woods — a haunting, spirits, or something otherworldly. Dangerous? Thrilling? Life-changing? It’s up to you to decide, that is, if you believe in the myth.

Week 4 (22-28 October) — Disguise

Whether you're hiding in plain sight or playing a part, anyone can appear as something they’re not. Masks, cloaks, hidden identities; who's behind them and what secrets lie beneath?

Free days (29-31 October) — Free space / Repost

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The examples above are merely ideas. Feel free to use your own interpretations of the prompts.

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When posting your work, please:  

1. Tag @helsaweenfun

2. Tag #Helsaween 2024 and #Helsaween2024 and #Helsaween

3. Tag the Week(s) your work is inspired by (i.e. #Week One / #Week 1 / #WeekOne / #Week1), along with other appropriate tagging (fandom, characters, ship, spoilers, NSFW and content warnings).

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask :) Have fun and Happy Halloween!

[true--north]

prompt: disguise | even after all these years, she recognised him |

“Prince Hans? What do you do in my Forest?” She is ready to protect her lands and magic.

He slowly turns back. “Milady, I am afraid you are mistaken. Your humble servant is not the said prince.”

@helsaweenfun

[beckerart]

HELSAWEEN - WEEK TWO

- Mirror -

Reflection of a potential future, a future where he got more than the desired crown and power, where he got the love that maybe he wanted more (just in my head, unfortunately)

It's just so irritating that he could have had a happy life and all Helsa fan dream come true, but no, he had to be the bad guy. (i love you Hans, but you're such an impatient idiot)

@helsaweenfun

[viri2]

Príncipe Hans y Elsa ❤️

Príncipe Hans de las islas del sur

Reina Elsa

Frozen

[iambellarose1816]

WEEK 4 - DISGUISE

@helsaweenfun

Sorry, I'm a day late for this one since I was celebrating Diwali, so here it is.

[nap-hime]

@helsaweenfun

Title: it became a nemesis

Fandom: Frozen

Genre: Supernatural, Angst, and Hurt & Comfort

Event: Helsaween 2023 (Discord / Tumblr)

AU: Week 4 — Monster, part 2

Chapters: 5/6

Word count: 3.5K

Summary: Then, upon unwrapping the silks and fabrics, and peering inside, Elsa is instantly greeted by a beautiful hand mirror; decorated with stainless silver framing, and intricate rose carvings and wrapping vines detailing crawling up the handle.

“How handsome,”

— HansElsa, Snow Queen AU & Evil Mirror AU

Chapter 5/6 link: (ao3)

[venusssus]

Elsa seeing Hans’ scars for the first time

This drawing is a scene from my helsa fanfic I’m currently writing.

His Father used to whip, cut and burn his back a lot, since he was 10. You can also see self harm scars on his wrist :(❤️💔

Also, me and my friend think that his insane father used to put Hans’ hands into the fire, which is why he doesn’t want to take his gloves off :(((

@helsaweenfun

I’m working hard on this fanfic and it might traumatise yall but who cares😆(im putting my own trauma into this book, so no im not ok)

[puryartist]

Week 2: Deadly Dynamic

I can’t exist by myself because I’m afraid of myself, because I’m the maker of my own evil.

Helsa Possession AU | it's hard to recap whatever happened in this movie but I swear they have a huge helsa vibe

@helsaweenfun

[ariddletobesolved]

“Quit with the drinking, will you?” Elsa sighed, leaning back against the vending machine with her arms across her chest. “Since when did you drink during the day, anyway?”

Hans chuckled, finishing his beer in a big gulp. “Since when did you care?”

“I don’t,” the blonde scoffed. “But you’re the only person I know who is in a similar circumstance as I am, and we need to figure out how it works.”

“We?” Hans raised an eyebrow, his emerald eyes bearing a hint of mischief. “I’ve already figured out my technique, if anything it’s you who needs my help.”

Scowling, the blonde woman rolled her eyes, throwing her head back in annoyance. Oh how she hated asking for help, from her ex of all people. But their days were numbered. If they wanted to survive, they would need to declare their participation in the game soon and go get those points. 

“Fine, just,” she paused, taking a deep breath, taking several steps so she was standing only a few feet in front of him. “Let’s just find a safe place to discuss this.”

Hans didn’t move. His emerald gaze softened, the corner of his mouth tugged upwards, before he pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning on. He shrugged casually, strolling past her with a smug.

“I know a place,” he said. “Are you scared of the unknown, Elsa?”

“The unknown?”

“Well, I figured you haven’t met many cursed spirits. To reach this place, we will have to defeat many of them, so are you up for a challenge?”

Elsa scoffed. The past few hours she had seen many shapes and types of ‘creatures’, cursed spirits, as they called it. Apparently the only way to defeat them was with her powers. She might not be that great in combat, but he shouldn’t have underestimated her if he didn’t want to get his balls frozen later on.

“I can take it,” she said with a smirk, nudging him with her shoulder, before walking a step ahead of him. “So, what are you waiting for?”

Hans smiled, mostly to himself, before trailing after her. That’s my girl, he thought quietly.

an excerpt from 死に方を選ぶために (To Choose How To Die), written for the upcoming Helsaween 2023.

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I'm so excited to share this fic with all of you omg. If you're following me, then you probably know my current hyperfixation: Jujutsu Kaisen. I'll probably feature some information from the manga (this takes place during the Culing Game arc), but I will not be going too crazy with the spoilers. See you during the Helsaween, people!

Title is taken from one of the soundtracks of Jujutsu Kaisen Season 1.

[galaxygolfergirl]

Whoops, sorry I haven’t participated in Helsaween gang. I’ll try and post something by the end of the month 🤷‍♀️

[helsaweenfun]

Helsaween 2023

Icon was a collaboration by @kiangoru / @paradise-of-guilty-pleasures, @magentacravat, @ariddletobesolved and @artemis0122 who participated in our Helsaween 2021 event

Last 2022, the Helsa server on Discord (https://discord.gg/s9n6Tmyy) wasn’t able to arrange our usual month-long prompt event, so we’re happy to announce our return to host another event this October 2023. We hope you guys are bursting with spooky spirit!

Our (not-a-cult) group are opening our arms to welcome fellow Helsa lovers to participate in a month-long Helsaween event! Don't be afraid to let creativity and inspiration creep in! Create fanfiction, fanart, comics, edits, mood boards, videos, headcanons, poems, essays, cosplay, anything you fancy!

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EVENTS

Week 1 (1-7 October) — The Woods

Get lost in the woods and be enchanted into an adventure! Where the lush forest leaves and towering trees create a shroud of mystery, embrace the magic of the elements and let the great outdoors be your muse. You never know what unknown beauty and secrets Mother Nature has to offer you!

Week 2 (8-14 October) — Mirror

Come closer! Look into the mirror and let each crack tell you a different story, where reflections morph, twist, and form. Distort reality, create illusions, and explore new realities!

Week 3 (15-21 October) — Cursed

Whether it is the unexplained, superstition or psychology, it is an age-old belief that words with intentions, people and objects can hold supernatural power and shoulder a dark fate. Curse or be cursed? Bear it or break it? Is it bad luck or a belief in karma and justice? It is up to you to decide.

Week 4 (22-28 October) — Monster

"Don't be the Monster they fear you are!” Or should you? Or should you 👀

Free days (29-31 October) — Free space/Repost

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The examples above are merely ideas. Feel free to use your own interpretations of the prompts.

🍂🍂🍂

When posting your work, please:

@helsaweenfun

Tag #Helsaween 2023 and/or #Helsaween2023 and/or #Helsaween.

Tag the Week(s) your work is inspired by (i.e. #Week One / #Week 1 / #WeekOne / #Week1), along with other appropriate tagging (fandom, characters, ship, spoilers, NSFW and content warnings). If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask :) Have fun and Happy Halloween!

[true--north]

| ILLUSION | @helsaweenfun | what do you want? 'cause you've been keeping me awake

[ravinewreyn]

Helsaween Week 1 - The Woods

Rating: T Pairing(s): Hans/Elsa @helsaweenfun

The chill crept down his spine like long fingers brushing against his bones.

He had told himself not to be afraid, that it was nothing but his mind playing tricks on him. That the towering trees were just trees instead of giant motionless figures with their eyes watching his every movement, that the shadows he could have sworn he could see from the corner of his eyes were nothing but his imagination, and that the chill that stabbed him were merely the cold of the night.

Stumbling through the dark of the woods, Hans had only his senses to lead him in his search of an exit, but the more he walked the deeper into the woods he seemed to be leading himself to.

Even when he had changed his course, changed his path—or at least that what he forced himself to believe, that he had not lost his way completely and made fool of his status as former Admiral that could navigate the seas—the woods had only grown darker and denser. Like there was no way out.

There was nothing in his possession, no source of light nor food, just the clothes that stuck onto his body. Hans had thought to stop and to camp, but the gut feeling in the depth of his stomach told him to keep moving, that if he ever stopped or even paused he would regret it.

But the deeper he was into the woods, the more that he felt like losing his mind.

After his eyes had played tricks on him regarding his surrounding, it was his ears that betrayed him next.

There were… whispers. Soft, gentle, barely a breeze that brushed against the shell of his ears, and he could not even made out the words. But it was there. He was sure of it.

The deeper he was into the woods, the clearer the whispers were.

It was… calling for his name.

He was sure that no one would know of his name. How could the woods know of his name, anyway? How could it whisper to him if it was not a living being capable of words in the first place?

Pushing himself forward—because he couldn’t stop, because if he stopped he will regret it—Hans stumbled over an overgrown root that sprouted from the ground, his worn boots kicking against the solid part of the tree—which one, he couldn’t tell, there was nothing but trees all around him—but he had managed not to fall forward on his face and kept moving.

The further he was, the more those whispers sounded real, more human.

Sounding like someone he had known, someone from his past.

“Hans…”

The whisper had suddenly come so close, like it was breathed right beside his ear, that Hans had jerked away, just as he felt the sensation of delicate fingers against the nape of his neck. Swiftly turning around, there was no one behind him.

He didn’t realize how cold his surrounding was until now, how his warm breaths came in puffs of white clouds in contrast with the low temperature. A shiver ran down his spine, settling down in his bones in a sharp stabbing manner. It was the kind of cold that he couldn’t ignore, that numbed his fingers and toes almost immediately and crawled up every fiber of his muscles and not allowing him to move as freely.

One blink. One blink was all it took for him to suddenly find the white ghastly figure across of him, with blue eyes as the stark contrast of all the white—staring right at him.

Another blink and that figure had suddenly stood right before him, face to face, with that same piercing eyes. And despite the eerie darkness and the coldness that stabbed him, he could not deny the fact that the figure before him—one with the long platinum blonde almost white hair down her back and the skin as light as the moonlight, was hauntingly beautiful.

“Hans.” The figure had spoken, lips moving with each word and syllable, and yet unlike him there was no puff of white cloud that came from her. Almost as if she was not breathing. Or that she breathed the same cold air as the wood itself. Long fingers came up to him, on the sides of his face, and he had winced at the cold touch. “It has been so long, has it not?”

“Elsa.” Despite the fear that gripped him, the frostbite that he was experiencing, the growing gnawing frost that climbed his skin underneath her touch, he had spoken of her name. That one name he had not spoken of for years and yet never once forgotten.

The figure smiled, even when her overall expression and eyes remained cold and straight, he had somehow felt the satisfaction behind that smile. She was satisfied that he remembered her.

“How unfortunate it is for you to stumble upon my domain.” She hummed, still remaining without expression nor feeling it seemed, somber and cold. Soulless.

But something about her tugged something within him, making him had to fight himself, to resist the temptation to reach forward and touch her. Desire and common-sense battling within his mind.

“You’ve changed.” He had instead said. He remembered her as being cold, yes, but not this cold. There was still warmth in her back then, flush of red across her cheeks and nose, caring eyes when she looked at her younger sister. There was nothing now. Just a shell of a woman. He was not even sure if she was still Queen of Arendelle.

There was a shift in her eyes, so subtle that he would have missed it should they were not standing so close to one another as he dully noted that he couldn’t feel his toes any longer. “I have, haven’t I?” even her voice changed. More airy, distant, like she was not even thinking about what she was saying anymore. But that shift, that subtle quick shift, almost made her sounded like herself, even in a fleeting moment, before she returned to what she was now. “No matter. You are here now.”

He was here now. Why did he feel a strange comfort in that? Why wasn’t he resisting?

Why did he need to resist?

“I am here now.” Had he been the one that said that? He couldn’t recall thinking of answering her like so. His mind was slipping.

“You would keep me company, would you?” He could feel his head moving in a nod, even when he didn’t tell his body to, and Elsa smiled once again. And once again his grip on reality loosened. “I wouldn’t be lonely anymore.”

Her hands brought his face closer to hers, and he didn’t resist. At the corners of his eyes he could barely see the start of frost growing from them, and while he would have been afraid before, he did not now.

“Stay with me, Hans. Forever.”

Her lips were cold against his, but only for a moment, and then them warmed. Or perhaps his became cold, he couldn’t tell which one from which anymore. Elsa parted her lips as well as his, and she breathed something into him. It made his hands—which had been so cold and freezing that he couldn’t move them—held her by the waist, like he was hypnotized. And yet he still didn’t resist. He couldn’t and wouldn’t resist.

He would stay with her.

Forever.