#Kristoff Shade Grown

[hxltic]

this one might get me cancelled but i gotta get it off my chest.

Kristoff is big and strong— everybody knows that. But with that said, he’s an amazing person in general, very in touch with his emotions and going above and beyond for who he loves.

Sweet as pie, both beauty and braun, the snow clings to his bright blonde hair, reddening his cheeks to an embarrassing shade that he’s grown accustomed to.

godDAMN is he fine. No amount of imagery can do him justice. And I just know that with his acts of service love language, there isn’t a thing he wouldn’t be on his knees for if you desired it.

He manhandles you in bed. He manhandles you with everything. He grabs you, and his hands are delicate, careful not to break and shatter you everywhere as if you were sharp ice, but still lifting your weight effortlessly. It’s what he’s been doing all his life.

He’s a big, warm, man, and so are his kisses. One hand rests at your nape, the other wrapped around your back to pull you close. His sensitive skin is flushed, per usual, indicative of the growing hardness in front of you, but he doesn’t seem to care as he curls his head to reach deeper into your mouth.

And once you get farther into what you’re doing he’s tending to more than just your lips. He’s finding spots that make you squirm with a gentle finger ghosting your clit through your leggings, sucking in your whines desperately.

I don’t even have to go into depth about the way he eats pussy. Once you get past the first time, he’s a quick learner. Whole face is down when he devours you, not caring that your thighs are squeezing his cheeks and ears, licking and sucking with his eyes closed like there just isn’t anything that can pull him away. The tip of his nose glistens. You’re twisting and turning but instead of holding you down, he focuses on the task at hand and follows wherever you lead his head.

And when you finally take him out, you find that his length matches the rest of him. Only a few shades darker of a pink at the tip, wide in your hands, thick all the way around and the pale skin smooth. He’s sitting on the bed looking down at you sheepishly.

Running a hand down his red face, he goes, “Hey, you don’t have to do that,” not knowing what to hold onto— the sheets, your shoulders, or your hair. Even though you’re just repaying the favor he’s still so so sweet, telling you that you don’t have to despite the tangy aftertaste of your release still on his tongue.

You’re already wrapping your lips around his head, seemingly ignoring him, and rotating your hands along the shaft. “Oh God,” he groans, slightly squirming, not entirely knowing what to do, or rather, what boundaries to push.

Fast forward to when he’s on the verge of painting your face, finally with his hands resting gently in your hair, asking what he should do. But he’s breathing so heavily, and speaking so frantically, and trying to hold back from absolutely exploding, that with his fat cock in your mouth, you honestly have no idea what the hell is going on.

“Shit shit shit, baby where? Where can I- oh fuck,” his head tips back, but nothing happens yet. Somehow, he prayed to everything he loves that he wouldn’t come without an answer first. “Tell me, please,” he pleads quickly, out of breath.

You’re basically edging him with the way you have no response. It’s a mission that you’re programmed into now, consistently bobbing your head and allowing saliva to fall from your lips to trickle to his full balls. Then finally, your answer is “im ma mmph,” and Kristoff fully understood what it meant. Or if he didn’t, oops.

He outwardly groans as you splutter and take in the new warmth. His eyes are shut tight as he hisses at the feeling, cursing into the air and gripping your hair tight but careful not to pull.

Then you pop off, mouth covered in a mix of you, him, and everything in between. You blink up at him with those pretty, wet eyes. There’s a giant, devious smile on your face, and you use his knees to haul yourself up so you can see him eye-to-eye.

He stares back, eyes low but illuminating with afterglow. And when you beg, “please?” without even saying to what, he knows exactly what it is, and he also knows that he’s completely and utterly fucked.

He roughly grabs you by your underarms and switches your positions on the bed. He’s determined as he holds under your knees and forces them up when you fall back giggling, coming to hover above you and leaving kisses and marks down your neck. You place your hands to his sides.

In the meantime, he strokes his length a few times, just to remember what it’s like. Then he’s nudging himself along your folds, eyes still closed and nose behind your ear.

Suddenly, he rises above you again. His tip inches in but leaves as quickly as it came, leaving your whine floating in the air and a pout forming on your lips. “Kris,” your eyes close.

“No, I want you to watch it,” he demands, forcing your head up to look. He slips in, the both of you scoping intently, a gasp falling from your lips. His balls must tighten when your big eyes flicker up to him with your mouth agape.

“You feel so good, you don’t even know,” he sighs. And he’s pushing until he’s bottomed out, then retracting with the same motion, just to continue pumping back and forth into the warmth.

He’s so wide that it takes a bit to adjust, but when it does it’s perfect. He leaves no space unfilled. “S’big,” you moan.

There are the blonde’s moments where he is prideful.

“You can take it,” he smirks at you with that smile, kissing your forehead and speeding up to a rougher pace. His large hands come to the dips of your hips.

“Huuuhn, f-fuck,” the force cuts you off, forcing your hands to hold his wrists that grasp you. His large frame is overwhelming.

There’s a focus to his expression, like if he hit you at any wrong angle all of the progress would dissipate. He had absolutely nothing to worry about, but you can see the tenseness in his face. “Feels good, just like that.”

He glances past his hair, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you giggle, which ultimately dissolved into a moan. “Can feel you.”

He removes a hand to place it on your lower belly, looking between his thrusts and your face, “Here?”

As an answer, you throw your head back as far as it will go, groaning at the newfound pleasure. “Yes.”

He could feel himself going in and out, and the pressure had you reeling. It didn’t help that he was consistently hitting that bundle of nerves and activating all your senses at once.

Maintaining the force and speed, he grabs one of your hands and interlocks your fingers, leaving the hand on your tummy there. He comes forward and pushes it up the bed until you’re stretched out, leaving your other hand to have to relocate to his side. He begins to grind slowly. “Ugh, ‘m gonna come,” you whine.

“Go ahead. Wanna feel how tight you wrap around me before you drain me first,” he laughs breathlessly.

It’s only a few more and you’re doing exactly as he said, stilling in the silence of the bed moving and seeing white.

“Oh my god.”

©️ hxltic

[naturalbornluvr]

naturalbornluvr hot people list

kinda not really ranked

1. cal gabriel

1. cal robertson in the year 2001

1. my husband

1. my baby daddy

1. daddy

1. the love of my life

1. light of my life fire of my loins

1. the blonde kid from that school shooter movie

2. lana del rey

3. hayden anhedonia

4. andre kreigman

5. christian bale

6. matt dillon

7. lorenzo zurolo

8. jake gyllenhaal

9. liz gillies

10. robbie shapiro

11. robbie hawkins

12. beck from victorious

13. alexander hamilton (the real 1776 one not lin)

14. andre harris

15. eric harris

16. jodi arias

17. ricky kasso

18. peter steele

19. ghostface

20. timothee chalamet (bones and all specifically)

21. weasley twins

22. hermione granger

23. harry potter

24. tom riddle

25. rachel lurie

26. sera promgoer

27. regina george

28. ron weasley

29. robert pattinson

30. mason freeland

31. sodapop curtis

32. everyone from the breakfast club

33. alice cullen

34. rosalie cullen

35. daddylisle cullen

36. dilfy swan

37. the one guy in the hallway in mean girls when cady says i think he’s going to the projection room above the auditorium

38. carl azuz

39. mickey and mallory

40. maya from pll

41. jfk

42. jfk jr

43. jfk jr jr

44. damon albarn

45. ANAKIN SKYWALKER (he should NOT be this low but i don’t wanna change the numbers. takes too long. everyone that should be higher up is going in all caps now)

46. the guy from i believe his unicorns. spencer? i think

47. JESS MARIANO

48. born to die music video boyfriend

49. shades of cool music video boyfriend

50. health ledger

51. chad michael murray

52. a$ap rocky

53. holly would from cool world

54. brad pitt

55. zion from ginny and georgia (young & old)

56. georgia miller

57. tyler the creator

58. KURT COBAIN

59. adam brody

60. megan fox

61. 2000s christina aguilera

62. RODRICK HEFFLEY

63. jeffrey dean morgan

64. charles shaughnessy

65. grown up zack from school of rock (like when he stole the guitars and amp in like 2019)

66. the one guy from school of rock who’s like yo u guys rocked man how old are u guys after the battle of the bands show

67. ned from school of rock

68. jack black

69 mweheheh. both george coopers

70. meemaw

71. meemaws friend played by reba i think

72. alex arnold

73. sid jenkins

74. kurtis conner

75. danny gonzalez

76. drewisgooden

77. kim possible

78. bill scarscard or whatever his last name is

79. GWEN from tdi

80. julia from tdi

81. heather from tdi

82. like all of the girls from tdi. at least half

83. naked guy from gilmore girls

84. taylor momsen

85. the other mother

86. mrs spink

87. coraline’s dad & other dad but not the pumpkin one

88. artyom

89. the babysitter and bones from monster house

90. lightning mcqueen

91. mater

92. angelina jolie

93. evan peters

94. ryan gosling obviously

95. THE DAD FROM INSIDE OUT. more like riley’s dad turn ME inside out. awooooga

96. the 911 operator from zero day when she’s not yapping

97. karina and ronald now from sis vs bro

98. cameron boyce

99. joseph gordon levitt

100. the mom from inside out. same thing i said for her husband

i will be adding on most definitely but 100 is a nice number to stop at 😇🫶

NEVERMIND

101. DADDY oops i mean flynn ryder oops i mean eugene fitzherbert

102. keanu reaves

103. chris mclean

104. playboi carti

105. JOEY SMACK

106. eric from elephant

107. drew starkey

108. that one biker bf from the ride mv

109. my husband’s dad …………..

110. andre’s dad

111. KRISTOFF !!!

112. shang from mulan

113. naveen from princess and the frog

114. MILO JAMES THATCH

115. steve terreberry

116. verryyy cal gabriel coded theatre kid at my school

117. hallway crush 1

118. hallway crush 2

119. hallway crush 3

120. hallway crush 4

121. maxo_xoxo on twitter and his wife lolaloopzy

122. MILA KUNIS

123. melania trump

124. jane fonda

125. fran FOIIINEEEE

126. that one guy who ranks things and uses the high pitched voice filter on tiktok

[louche-douche-deaux]

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[psnowflake]

Charades and a Drink (A Post-Frozen 2 ficlet)

Wrote this cause I really miss writing about fluff/angst. Doesn’t really have anything to do with my other fic. Just had the urge to write this prompt. Hope you guys enjoy it. May continue it. Idk. Link for the fic on ffn is here.

Charades.

This was the third round in a row where she had failed to obtain any points for her and Anna's team. She was bad at this game. She knew it. And seriously, three bouts in a row with no progress? She couldn't quite believe it herself.

But it wasn't her fault that she was so...distracted. It wasn't quite like last time when there was a melodious voice persistently invading her thoughts. This time it was something far more down to earth.

Kristoff was being more touchy with Anna than usual.

Not that it bothered her.

They were engaged now. It would make perfect sense if he wanted to be more forward.

It was just…

Ever since she returned from the enchanted forest earlier that morning, she couldn't help but focus on these details in their interactions.

And if she had to be perfectly honest, it made her feel...sad?

Jealous even?

She didn't quite understand it herself.

"Snow?! This one was so easy! It's basically the same thing as ice!" Anna complained as she reviewed the word that Elsa had been struggling with the entire round.

Anna wasn't mad at Elsa per se. She was just over competitive, and frankly she was tired of Olaf and Kristoff always winning. She really wanted to win at least once tonight.

"I'm sorry." Elsa apologized in embarrassment. "Maybe you should play without me. I'm really not good at these kinds of games. I'm sure one of the servants would be happy to join you if you asked."

"Elsa wait-"

"It's really not a big deal, Anna." She assured the younger girl. "I think you would have a lot more fun playing with Kai. I'll go get him real quick."

Elsa began heading for the door to go fetch the said servant, but not before Anna lunged off the couch to grab a hold of her arm.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to yell. I really don't care about winning or not. Just...please don't leave me." Anna wrapped her arms around her waist and hugged her tightly, and for a second Elsa swore she heard the younger girl whimper.

"I...okay, I won't leave." Elsa responded while patting the younger girl's head, but was then shocked to find that Anna really was crying. She swallowed suddenly, not sure what had gotten into the other girl, but she reached down to cup her sister's cheeks and caressed them softly.

"Hey." She said, bringing Anna's face close to hers so that their foreheads were touching. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

Anna hiccuped and nodded, burying herself again into Elsa's chest.

Kristoff looked back and forth between the two of them.

"We'll give you two some alone time. Come on, guys." Kristoff got up and signaled for Sven and Olaf to follow.

"Wait...are you sure?" Elsa asked. "I didn't mean to take you guys away from your game…" She said guiltily.

"It's fine, Elsa. You two should really have the rest of the night to yourselves. Isn't that right, Olaf?"

"Yup! Me and Elsa definitely need some alone time together." The snowman joked, inching away cheekily from the ice harvester.

"Not quite on the mark there buddy." Kristoff said before dragging Olaf out of the room with him. The door shut behind them, and Elsa was left in the silence with Anna still cuddled up against her.

"Anna?" She rubbed the top of the girl's head gently.

"I missed you."

Elsa smiled softly at that. "I missed you too, sis."

It had merely been two weeks since she had decided to live away from the castle. Realistically, it shouldn't have been anything worth crying over, and it certainly paled in comparison to how long they had been apart from before.

But Elsa would be lying if she said she didn't miss home.

Some nights she found herself crying herself to sleep.

The living conditions had been rough. She wasn't used to not having servants around at all times, and not having meals prepared for her at the earliest convenience. It was different, and the comforting lifestyle that she had grown accustomed to was no longer present.

But the reason she had cried wasn't because of the change in living standards. Those factors were trivial, things she could adapt to, get used to.

The reason she had cried...it was because she didn't have moments like this anymore.

Moments with Anna.

It made more of a difference to her than she was willing to admit.

Can I really keep doing this?

She wrapped her arms tight around Anna, suddenly struck with the need to cheer up the younger girl's spirits as soon as possible.

"Do you want to sleep with me tonight?" Elsa proposed.

Anna looked up at her gratefully and nodded.

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She wondered if it was really okay to be drinking wine at this hour, and in all honesty, she had never seen Anna drink before. Whether the younger girl was a lightweight remained an absolute mystery to her.

But Anna had proposed that they ask for a bottle. It was her first time back after all. And they were having such a good time in their room; sharing stories, making jokes, reminiscing on the past, Elsa didn't have the heart to reject her beloved sister's request.

So here they were now. Merely on their second glass, and Elsa was already starting to see the alcohol take effect on her poor lightweight Anna.

"Too much to drink? Already?" Elsa teased.

Anna pouted, her face flushed red, from the alcohol or embarrassment, Elsa couldn't tell anymore. "Jus because your perfect at everything, doesn't mean I a-am."

Elsa smiled softly. "I'm far from perfect, sis."

"You're perfect to me." Anna said before grabbing Elsa's waist from behind and cuddling up against her back.

Elsa chuckled, more or less endeared by the drunk display of affection.

"Well you should definitely work on that tolerance. It wouldn't be proper for a queen to act like this at formal occasions. You never know when other dignitaries will ask for a toast." She joked. Mostly.

Anna was quiet and still. Not responding to what she had said in the slightest.

Did she fall asleep?

"Anna?"

"I don't want to be queen."

It was so quiet, barely above a whisper that Elsa almost didn't make it out. But Anna's attitude had changed almost entirely from their previous exchange.

"What do you-"

"I don't want to be queen." She repeated.

Elsa blinked, taken aback, and then laughed softly, turning around and taking Anna's hand into her own. "I think you've had enough to drink for the night. All that wine has you thinking out of sorts."

But Anna wouldn't back down apparently, not after opening up as much as she had. Before Elsa had time to react, Anna was pushing Elsa onto the floor so that she was on top.

Elsa's heart leapt into her throat at their position. "Anna-"

She felt Anna's hands come down to caress both sides of her face, gently, as if she were an art sculpture that could break at a moment's notice. She was so close, their noses almost touching, and Elsa could clearly make out the precise shade of teal in Anna's eyes. She was suddenly filled with a strange desire to close the distance between them in some way.

But Anna was crying again, silently, tears streaking down her cheeks to eventually fall onto her own pale skin. Elsa could do nothing but remain silent and watch, praying that the tears weren't there because of her.

But that was unlikely.

"Why did you push me away?"

Elsa's eyes went wide.

"What?"

"You said we would be together didn't you? So why...why do you still feel so far away?"

The question struck deep within her soul, forcing Elsa to confront the issue that she herself had been admittedly running away from.

Why was she always running?

Why was Anna always crying?

Strangely enough, she found herself trying to answer Anna's question. Maybe the wine was starting to get to her too.

"I-I dont know." She admitted. "I thought that you deserved it. To be queen, I mean. And...you just got engaged. I thought it was the right timing for something like this."

"And...and I'm the fifth spirit." She continued half heartedly. "I should be out there...in the forest. That's where I belong."

Anna stared at her sternly.

"Do you really believe that?"

Did she?

Of course not. But it was something that she had lied about before, and it would've been better if she just lied about it again.

Yet for some odd reason, she couldn't bring herself to say it this time.

"I-"

"Do you love me?"

What?

"O-of course I do."

Anna leaned in close, to the point where Elsa could feel the younger girl's breath fanning over her cheeks.

Her heart stopped at Anna's next words.

"Do you want to be with me?"

Elsa found herself trapped under Anna's earnest gaze. Yet her mind was clear, and the answer held there was without a doubt how she really felt.

She nodded.

"Then stay…" Anna whispered. "Stay with me Elsa."

"Because I can't live another day without you."

A heartbeat.

And then...

Anna inched forward and kissed her.

Elsa was frozen. Shocked.

But to her own growing surprise, a single thought dominated in her conscience.

Her lips are warm.

Slowly but surely…

Elsa kissed back.

A minute passed before they broke away together. Anna leaned back, staring into Elsa's eyes. Nothing was said between them, and nothing needed to be in that moment, until Anna finally brought her head down and rested it against the older girl's chest.

Elsa's heart was beating rapidly. Faster than she had ever experienced before. Faster than she probably wanted.

Words were threatening to leave her lips, and she wanted so badly to just let herself be open.

So badly for once in her life to put her guard down.

And so she did.

"I love you, Anna." She choked out tearfully. "So much that it scares me. I don't know what to do anymore." She admitted.

Anna remained silent, and so Elsa continued.

"But I do know that whatever happens, I want to be together with you. I should've never pushed you away…"

"And I'm sorry."

"Will you forgive me?"

Elsa waited for a response, but again Anna said nothing.

Was Anna still mad at her?

But then she heard it, a deep rhythmic breathing, serene, puffing gently against her chest.

Anna had fallen asleep.

Elsa stared, mouth agape at the resting form of her sister. Had she been talking to herself? And for how long? Embarrassment flooded her cheeks to a dark shade of red.

She really is a lightweight.

Steering herself, Elsa gathered Anna into her arms from the floor and gently brought her to her bed, pulling back the sheets, and tucking the younger girl in.

She sat there next to her. Her thoughts to herself, and her mind simply trying to wrap around everything that had happened in the past hour. Eventually, she laid down next to Anna and stared up at the ceiling.

Her tiredness got the better of her, and Elsa found her eyes slowly shutting, submitting to the gentle lull of sleep.

But moments before sleep consumed her, a thought made its way to the forefront of her mind.

The truth.

I want to kiss her again.

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Elsa found Anna the next morning in the dining hall.

"Morning Els!" Anna smiled cheerfully.

"M-morning." Elsa replied shyly. She wasn't exactly sure what to expect from this conversation, but Anna's cheerfulness must've meant that things were okay right? She decided to go along with it. "I'm surprised to see you awake before me for once."

"I know right. I must've gone to bed really early last night."

Anna's words gave her pause.

"Y-you don't remember?" Elsa asked.

"Remember what?" Elsa's shocked expression made Anna gasp in realization. "Oh no. Did I drink again?"

"Y-yeah…"

"Oh god, I didn't do anything stupid did I?" Anna laughed in embarrassment. "I'm sorry if I did, I never remember anything after I drink. I really need to stay away from the wine."

"Nothing happened." Elsa lied. "I just...I'm surprised that you don't remember anything…"

Surprised was selling it short.

Disappointed.

Heartbroken.

Anna must've noticed her change in expression. "Elsa? You okay?"

She really wasn't okay.

She was surprised herself, just how disappointed she felt.

What did you expect? That something would come out of this?

Of course she wouldn't remember. She was drunk for Christ's sake.

Why would you get this excited from an accidental kiss with your sister?

You're sick.

There's something wrong with you.

Her inner thoughts tormented her, to the point where she had the immediate urge to cry, but on the outside she forced a thin smile, an act that she had practiced for years to a near perfection.

Elsa hated doing it.

She absolutely hated lying to Anna.

"I'm fine."

But old habits died hard.

Especially when you were in love with your sister.

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"Anna!"

Kristoff found her in the halls of the castle. She had just returned from seeing Elsa off at the docks.

"Did Elsa already leave?" Kristoff asked.

"Mhm. I just saw her off."

"Ah bummer. Wish I could've said bye to her at least."

"It's okay." She said cheerfully. "She'll be back before you know it."

Wistfully, she turned her attention to the window, staring out at the fjord, wondering if she could see Elsa riding on Nokk from all the way up here.

"You miss her already, don't you?"

"Hm?" Anna perked up. "I'm okay. I mean I have you here after all!"

Kristoff smiled at the gesture, and leaned down to capture Anna's lips in a kiss.

They stayed that way until Anna broke away first. She smiled politely up at him afterwards.

"I have some work I need to get done. I'll meet up with you later, okay?"

Kristoff nodded, and she made her way around the corner of the halls where she wouldn't be seen.

Once she was out of sight she pressed her back against the wall and fell to the floor.

She tried to forget it. If she could lie to Elsa about it, then surely she could lie to herself.

But love wasn't something so easily forgotten.

Throughout the entirety of her kiss with Kristoff, she had only thought of one thing.

She wanted to kiss Elsa again.

[unfragilelove]

For the ask game: Rapunzel!!

[ask game]

send me a character and i’ll tell you…

a song that reminds me of them:   again, it’s vaguely romantic, but Better Place by Rachel Platten is just v sweet and happy and just gives me Rapunzel vibes <3  

what they smell like:   like honeysuckle and lavender and wildflowers.   like freshly opened paint and cobblestone warmed by the sun.   like the scent of grass carried on a summer breeze and the drizzle of honey.  

an otp:   New Dream.   the way Eugene is so, so respectful of her feelings and her boundaries??   being patient with her, telling her she doesn’t have to open up until she’s ready (but he’ll be there when she is)   like.... he’s such a polar opposite to the abuse she suffered from Gothel all her life, and it makes me weep.    my girl deserves nothing but tender love and support, and Eugene really suits that role perfectly.  <3  

a notp:  i can’t really think of a ship that i detest, but i also don’t really ship her with anyone else either.   

favorite platonic/familial relationships:  oh, how i wish with all of my heart that we got more interactions between her and her mom.   Arianna is such a good mother, she’s so understanding and kind and has the same adventurous heart that Rapunzel does.   considering that Rapunzel has a whole childhood’s worth of issues from Gothel’s lies and manipulation, it would’ve been nice to see that contrasted with how open and loving Arianna is as a mother.      also, all of Rapunzel’s relationships with her friends/the main cast are so good, and it gives me emotions.   look at all the people she’s brought together.  look at the family she’s forged for herself.   look at how she pours the love and support that she never received in her youth into all of her relationships.   i love her so much.     

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with:   okay this isn’t really a headcanon, but i don’t love when people... over-infantilize her?   like, don’t get me wrong, there is a lot she doesn’t know about the world, and i love fics and stuff that explore her learning about concepts that she wouldn’t know about up in the tower!!    but just because there’s stuff she doesn’t know doesn’t make her a like a child, either--  the movie only takes place over the course of what, a couple days?   and even by the end of that, she’d grown so much.   she’s so good as adjusting to the world around her, she’s intelligent as hell, and while she might be naive about a couple things, she isn’t completely helpless, ya know?  

the position they sleep in:    this girl sleeps in a different position every night tbh.  her energy is so vibrant and inescapable, and it’s the same in sleep.  sometimes it’s just on her back, sometimes she’s upside down in the bed, sometimes her arms are contorted in weird directions and her legs hang halfway off the mattress.   the real magic comes from the fact she doesn’t have a bad back after her sleeping habits tbh    

a crossover au i’d love to see them in:  again, frozen.  i think anna and her would bond over places they’ve always wanted to travel to, and together their reckless optimism and kindness would be an unstoppable force in the world.   they’ve both overcome people who have manipulated them, and the way they’re learning to love themselves despite that, still showing the rest of the world so much kindness...   honestly let those two go on the wild adventures they deserve while eugene and kristoff bond over admiring their badass wives  

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn:  her movie dress and season 2 are good contenders, but i think her season 3 dress takes the cake for me.   the high necked collar?  the richer shade of purple and the sun crest??   it makes her look older and more mature and not only is it beautiful, but i feel like it’s a good representation of how much she’s changed and grown over the course of the series!  <3

[snowycrocus]

Keep You Safe: Frozen 2 Fanfiction

Ice Bros: Kristoff x Elsa friendship

Summary: Kristoff chases after Elsa and Anna, catching up just in time to see Elsa cast Anna away in an ice canoe. He’s worried for Anna’s safety at first, but Kristoff realizes that maybe Anna isn’t the one he needs to care for after all.

Loads of thanks to @lelitachay for this fabulous ice bros prompt! Keep ‘em coming! ;)

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Kristoff’s heart seemed to race in time to Sven’s hoofbeats, his hands trembling slightly from nerves at the thought of not being able to find Anna.

The princess departed with the Queen – they are long gone. Yelena’s gravelly voice echoed in his mind. You can come with us, if you want.

But he didn’t want. All he wanted was to find Anna – to find Anna and scoop her up and secure her to Sven so that she couldn’t run off, couldn’t run after trouble, after her sister, and Elsa -!

Ugh, Elsa! Kristoff’s hands fisted in Sven’s reins. Ever since Elsa had admitted to hearing this…this voice, she had been uncharacteristically restless and fearless – stupidly fearless. And of course Anna, like always, had to go and chase after her. As if she weren’t enough trouble already on her own.

Kristoff’s heart sank. Why hadn’t she found him before she left? Why didn’t she ask him to come with them?

It hurt.

But he loved Anna – loved her with everything he had. So while he didn’t know every little detail, he did understand that Anna and Elsa had an especially close, though delicate relationship after their solitary pasts, and he knew that the best way to show his love was to allow Anna to be what she needed to be for her sister.

So he would try not to be mad. But he had every right to go after her – to protect her, in a way that even Elsa, with powers, could not.

“C’mon, Sven!” He urged his friend to go faster. What if he got there too late and something happened to her? To both of the girls, even?

He loved Anna, sure, but he loved Elsa in his own way, too. He couldn’t let something happen to either one of them, reckless and selfless as they both could be.

They needed him, and he needed them.

With that thought, he clicked his tongue once more to Sven and held on tight.

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He was starting to grow worried.

While the sun had once been overhead, judging from the brightness barely shining through the mist, now the sky was just a hazy grey that heralded nothing good. Hours must have passed, and with no sign of either of the girls.

Sven had begun panting, his steps faltering and slowing, and Kristoff despaired as he knew that soon they would need to stop and rest.

He was thankful that they had the wind at their back, at least, helping them forward.

…wait.

Now that he thought about it, the wind had grown stronger recently, blasting against his back almost like a push.

Kristoff whipped his head around – could it be?

Sure enough, autumn leaves of varying shades fluttered in the strong breeze around them. Feeling an itch, Kristoff even pulled one out of his hair. “Gale?”

The gust fluttered, pulsating against Kristoff’s face and the leaves swirled in an unnatural pattern.

Kristoff smiled with relief at the familiar spirit, before realizing that its help couldn’t mean anything good.

Gale needs my help. The girls are in trouble!

His heart began to race once more.

“Gale, are we close!?” The wind flapped and flickered against his back. “Gimme a bigger push! C’mon!”

Sven brayed as a sudden squall hit him in the back with force, pushing him forwards like a blast so that he barely had to move his legs.

Kristoff held back a scream as he and Sven hurtled through the forest and approached a hill.

Abruptly, the burst of wind behind them faded, dropping them off at the top. Kristoff’s heart fluttered like the flag he saw off in the distance.

A flag?! He was in the middle of the forest!

Kristoff jumped off of Sven and ran the rest of the way to the crest of the hill where the flag was coming from – he had a bad feeling about this.

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….either, Anna.”

The faint words were like a whisper in Kristoff’s ear, said as softly as they were, but he could never miss the sound of ice forming.

Kristoff froze when he reached his destination, spotting a decimated ship half on its side, wood splintered and flag flying.

But his gaze was quickly torn away by the source of words he had heard – there, just ahead of him, stood Elsa and Anna in a tender embrace, Olaf snuggled by their legs.

Kristoff breathed out in relief – they were alright! – until his palms grew clammy as he heard the tinkling of ice, watched as it grew out of nowhere, climbing across the grass and forming a curved shape.

He went to call out but his voice caught in his throat. The ice crackled, creating a mirror-smooth surface over the grass and billowing out into a boat that captured both Anna and Olaf inside.

Elsa stepped back, arms clutched around her middle in a familiar posture, and stamped one foot against the ice, hurtling Anna and Olaf down the hill, in two seconds farther away than Kristoff could even see.

“Elsaaaaa!” Anna’s voice echoed but grew weaker immediately as she disappeared.

“NO!” Kristoff breathed out, hurtling himself towards Elsa.

Damn her! Just one little tap of her foot, so subtle and delicate, and his whole world was taken from him, plunging down a hill and possibly gone forever.

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She didn’t seem to notice him coming.

He felt like he was stomping, desperate to get to Elsa as fast as he could. He was sure he was panting, his breaths coming harsh and fast, yet she gave absolutely no sign that she was aware she was not alone.

“ELSA!” He screamed upon reaching her. He felt he was boiling with fury – what the hell had she done with Anna?

Elsa stepped back with a gasp, her eyes wide in fear as she took in that it was Kristoff that had startled her.

“What are you doing here?” She asked thickly, her voice tremulous and weak. Her arms remained tightly around her middle. Kristoff noticed her eyes were red and glassy with unshed tears, her brows drawn and breath stuttering.

He hated when she looked like that. It gave him flashbacks to when they met at the ice palace, and god knows he didn’t want her feeling like that ever again.

That posture, arms clenched around herself, meant that she needed a hug, but she wouldn’t actually let him hug her. (He had tried before, and she had stepped away). She looked drained and frail, sad and conflicted, and suddenly Kristoff realized that maybe Elsa needed to be looked after more than Anna did (wherever she had gone).

“I came to find you two,” he answered her, his voice soft and gentle this time. He slowly brought his hands up to her elbows on either side, and she let him. He slid his palms along her upper arms soothingly. “And I’m glad I did, though it looks like I was too late to prevent you from sending your sister away…?”

He wants to yell, he wants answers, but deep down he knows that Elsa doesn’t typically do things without thinking, especially when those things involve Anna. Besides, he’s not likely to get anywhere by yelling when Elsa is like this: a delicate, trembling mess of easily-shattered ice.

Elsa makes a choking sound at his unasked question, her eyes squinting closed to try to prevent the tears from falling. It doesn’t help, and the tear cascades halfway down her cheek before freezing like a beautiful diamond to her skin.

“I’m sorry,” she manages, her voice scratchy and wet. “I did what I had to to protect her.” She looks up at him, her arms still clenched around her but her gaze, though teary, is firm and confident. “For real this time.”

“Alright.” He guides her down so that their backs are pressed up against the rock. “Why don’t you start from the beginning?”

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The story doesn’t take long to tell.

Kristoff can’t believe that there, just in front of him, is the ship where the late King and Queen of Arendelle met their demise. Anna and Elsa’s mother and father.

It takes a couple tries for Elsa to talk about her and Anna’s discovery – how they watched their parents clutch each other- their last touch; how they heard their parent’s last words – both a plea for help and a declaration of love.

At that point, Elsa unclenches her hands from her sides to gaze at them angrily, as if to blame them for her parents’ outcome. She doesn’t need to say anything for him to know that she feels that she is to blame for their deaths – this is Elsa, after all, - and he interrupts her to lay his broad palm across her freezing hands.

“It’s not your fault,” he tells her. “They’re responsible for their own choices.”

She looks up at him with tired yet relieved eyes. “That’s what Anna said.”

She explains how she knows she has to continue the journey, to find this Ahtohallan her parents sought, as well as the fifth spirit.

“I can feel it,” she tells him, and he doesn’t think he’s ever heard her speak with so much conviction.

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But it had to be just her – no one else.

“Searching for Ahtohallan killed mother and father,” Elsa explained to him, her voice urgent as if she needed him to understand. “I can…almost accept that they did this on their own – I didn’t know. But now I do know- and I won’t let another person take their life to find the source. Especially not Anna.”

Something loosens inside Kristoff’s chest. He is relieved- Elsa hadn’t sent Anna away to danger- the icy path would lead her and Olaf right back to the Northuldra camp, where they could look after her. Where Kristoff would return for her.

“You’re right,” he decides, prying the frozen tear off of Elsa’s cheek. Her eyes widen and she looks at him in shock – though whether from the removal of the tear or his admission he’s not sure.

“This is something only you can do. This voice is calling to you, from a place that no one else can go.”

Elsa bites her bottom lip, her eyes questioning. “You think I did the right thing by sending her away?”

“She’s not gonna be happy about it,” he admits, and her gaze falls to her feet. “But we both know Anna. How she’s been following you this whole time. She would’ve insisted on coming, and either she would’ve been hurt – or worse- and you wouldn’t be able to find this Ahto….”

“Ahtohallan,” Elsa fills in, with a gentle smile across her lips. “I don’t mind facing Anna’s fury as long as she’s safe.”

“Agreed.” He rubs her shoulder, which has now warmed up a bit. “You ready for this?”

“No.” She tries to play off her nervousness with a laugh but it falls short. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I have faith in you,” Kristoff tells her. “And so does Anna, whether she’s there with you or not.”

Before he can think about it, he wraps her in a hug. She doesn’t pull away. He’s not sure if he’s imagining it, but he thinks he can feel the buzz of magic around her. She smells like snow and the forest and though she feels delicate and small in his arms, he feels her coiled and ready for her adventure.

“You got this,” he tells her as he pulls away and heads towards Sven. “Just be careful out there.”

She stands, no longer supported by the rock, and flashes him her lopsided grin. Hesitant, but there.

“I will.”

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Thanks so much for reading! Would love to hear your thoughts and comments! 

Little does Kristoff (and Elsa) know that the canoe went off in quite a different directions! Whoops...

Ugh I love their friendship so much... if you ever have any ice bros prompts please let me know!  

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Wandering Hearts (30/?)

Fandom: Frozen AU. Set after shipwreck but before coronation day. 17th Century. Pairing: Kristanna (Kristoff/Anna) Rating: M (for real) A/N: how have you all not murdered me yet?

OUCH OUCH OUCH

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The day she learned her parents were gone she had been in the West Library. 

It was the smallest of the libraries the castle possessed. It hadn’t the splendor of the Portrait Hall nor the grandeur of the Rose Parlor, but those things had never truly mattered to Anna. What mattered was having a place where she felt like she belonged.

The West Library with its warm colored walls and plush carpets that she laid on as a child and pretended she rode on the backs of wild beasts had been exactly that. It felt cozy, or as cozy as any of the expansive rooms in the castle could truly feel. It was much more welcoming than the East Hall with its icy blue walls Grand Ballroom that reeked with the ghosts of festivities she would never know. It felt nicer than her room that had grown so empty when Elsa had left her.

It was in the West Library that she could read with her back on the thick rugs, feet on the voided velvet couch, abundant skirts bunched up and falling over her thighs without fear of discovery. Here she could practice dancing with imaginary partners until her arms ached from lifting them in closed waltz position. This was where she’d practice tumbling or jumping or short sprints from one side of the room to the other and any number of other unladylike practices that would have horrified her mother if she had discovered Anna amidst any of them. 

But it wasn’t Iduna that came in through the rosemaled doors that day. It never would be again.

Anna had been scribbling at letter to an imagined suitor, flirting with paper and ink just in case she ever had the chance to do so in reality, when Kai entered. Her hand skated across the page smearing each carefully scrawled letter into an unintelligible smudge. Her hand would be stained by the rich India ink for weeks afterwards. The rapid sweep of her hand tipped the pot and the black mess spilled onto the pristine polished wood of the desk. She attempted to smother the puddle with more pages, begging the pages to be thirsty, all while coating each finger, her palms, with shades of midnight.

Kai had stood in the door, face strained and white. Anna had thought it was because of the mess she’d just made of herself, the desk she knows is at least five generations old. It is inlaid with the family crest on the side. The legs are carved with intricacy of Corinthian columns. The writing surface hinged with beautiful metal pieces cast with filigree detail and mounted with precision she would never understand the author of their missives might easily store the implements of their endeavor with minimal effort. 

And she just spoiled it. 

If her father came home and found out - if her mother - if Elsa - 

She shuddered. She already knew what Elsa would say. 

Or not say. 

It took all of her energy to not cross her arms over her chest, clasping hands onto fabric that would stain just as surely as her skin had. 

Being an unholy, ink-stained smudge of a girl was not becoming of a princess, but she was so used to being left unattended - along and uninterrupted - that to have any kind of visitor has shaken her. Her mind scrambled for justification, excuse, but this wasn’t a member of her family. It was only Kai - who often felt more like family than some of her blood.

She tried then to remember the last time someone had sought her out in this or of her sanctuaries around the palace, but none came to mind. Had it been when her mother had found her in the kitchen, learning the finer points of dough making, before she had summoned her to polish Anna’s needlepoint skills? Had it been when her father had sent for her in the stables where she had fed her horse Kjekk and brushed him with a curry comb until his coat shone in a high gloss? She had run to him to only find him agitated and desirous to drill her on her studies, to quiz her on policy and the history of Arendelle’s monarchical follies and failures. 

At least she knew it had not been Elsa.

She had not seen her sister since before her parents left on their sea voyage some weeks before. 

She tried to remember the last time she had seen her sister - the last time they had spoken. Had it been spring when they had accidentally passed in the hall/ Or winter when Anna had slipped a new drawing under her sister’s door and waited for any kind of respond? She held each moment with such reverence that sometimes the details blurred. The nuance crushed by emotions so strong, so delicious that all else got lost. 

It all came back to the fact that she could not recall the last time she had seen or spoken to her sister. She thought that perhaps if her sister ever made her way into the West Library she would remember each instant, every word, in crystal clarity. 

Perhaps. 

She did not raise her hopes. 

She stood from the desk, blushing as she tried to hide her mistakes and frivolity. She had scribbled so many horribly embarrassing things on that page. She should be glad that her hand and her spill had ruined it entirely. That way if Kai had any suspicion, any sense of wonderment regarding what she was writing or why, it was already handily destroyed. 

After all: he was a butler. He was professionally suspicious, and she - though royal - had never taken to or had great encouragement towards academic pursuits. Any tutelage she had received had been that that her parents had seen fit to give as one second to the throne. They had not been obligated to educate her greatly on many matters and Anna knew that. Her ultimate purpose at some point would be to marry for political alliance. The emphasis of her foreign language and court etiquette studies had been proof enough of that. 

Still she wondered just how she would marry when neither she nor Elsa had been presented in any court? Would she ever have the chance, the reason, to write love words to someone? Would she ever require Kai or Gerda to bring her wax and seal and see to the proper posting of her missive? Would she ever see an open door again?

She cannot help but imagine the bleakest truth.

It was like her parents wanted them to be forgotten.

She attempted to stand with dignity, poise, as her mother had shown her. She drew back her shoulders, planted her feet, and raised her chin. She looked at the servant in the door that she had known her entire life.

Kai had always been kind in his own aloof kind of way. She had climbed on him as a child when her father and mother had been too busy with state affairs or her sister. He had timed her with his own breath for countless hours as she had tried to beat her own time darting down corridors as a child. He had taught her many of the dearest facts and curiosities of many of the pieces in the palace. When she had nightmare and her parents were already attending Elsa - Kai had often been the one to bring her to the kitchens and serve her heated milk stirred with melted chocolate. He would stand as his position dictated as she drank in his nightshirt and crumpled socks and listen to her babble on about ice and monsters and all the rest her dreams always held until her eyes grew heavy. Then he would take her back to her room and see that she was secured under her covers

Now Kai, this same man who had served her and her family with an undying devotion, stood before her as she had never seen. His uniform was immaculate, his hair perfectly coiffed, his stance that of a practiced and trained butler, but his face had changed. His skin had an unearthly pallor to it, sweat beaded his brow - his upper lip, the edges of his eyes were raw and red, and in that instant she forgot her letter. She forgot her imaginings of love and life beyond these closed doors and windows. All she knew was the sickening drop of her stomach, the rising bile in her throat at Kai’s desolate expression. 

“Of what do you speak?” Her voice did not shake even as her hands did at her sides.

Kai’s voice held an equal, but darker, purpose: “It is His and Her Majesty, the King and Queen of Arendelle,” he began, eyes never quite meeting hers as was proper. “Their ship never -” his voice broke and it was a long moment before he was able to draw a fortifying breath to continue. “Their ship never reached its intended port. Vessels were sent to search their charted course - but it has been weeks with no sign of them.”

Anna was transported to another time entirely. She is small - so small - she can hardly make out the edges of any of these recollections, but they are there. Her mother is there, her father, Elsa - they are all together. They were laughing. It was a warm day in the gardens, the sun shone bright, and they were having so much fun - 

But then it stopped, not just the fun, but her memory. She knew there should be more, but she cannot find it. She cannot find them. They were gone. 

Her mind scrambled. 

They could not be gone.

Yet - she had heard his words even if she had not understood them. They washed over her like a frigid wave before pulling her down to a depth previously unknown. Her knees threaten to buckle and she planted an ink stained hand on the desk in front of her - soaking up more of the black dye in the process. It was cool and slick against her skin. She focused on the sensation in an attempt to make sense of everything else she was trying to understand. Her mouth worked compulsively to swallow nothing again and again and again. 

“Hide not the truth from me. What are these words in you speak, Kai?”

She did not want the answer, knew there was no escaping it. Kai breathed deep and she knew the truth would come on the breath. She knew her already fragile reality would shatter as soon as he exhaled them, but still she could not shrink from it. 

“There has been no trace of King Agnarr or Queen Iduna’s ship nor the crew nor any other body upon it. The ship itself must as well have vanished for none can find it.” 

Anna knew what that meant.

She had grown up upon the sea, knew the risks the merchants and traveling vessels took upon the waters. She also knew it was customary for royal pairs to sail separately in case the worst should befall one of the other.

Why had her parents not…?

And just like that - again she sat. The weight of her body too much to carry in addition to his words and her thoughts. So she crumbles. It was inelegant at best - the sprawl that overcame her.

Kai spoke once more but she did not hear exactly what he said. Her mind was distant, in that place trying to remember spaces and times where she had lived alongside her family in unity happiness, and failing. She made out snatches of his sentiments, of more crucial snippets concerning things relating to counsels and regents and lines of succession. They all float in and out of the air around her, barely grazing her, and none of it meant anything until:

“- Her Highness, Princess Elsa -”

Then Anna was up in a snap. 

The solution was suddenly so clear.

Her parents had always been the ones they insist they be apart - had worked so diligently to keep them from each other. Elsa had been her closest and dearest friend, her sweetest companion, until her parents had seen fit to pull them apart. Perhaps this was the sweetness that would outline an otherwise bitter story: that she and her sister would love each other once more. 

Anna stood with a snap.

Surely Elsa realized this, knew this, wanted this, just as much as she did. 

If what Kai said was true the Elsa would open her door. Elsa would need Anna just as much as Anna needed her.

Anna was out of the West Library, practically shoving Kai out of the way before he had a chance to stop her. 

“Princess Anna! Wait!” Kai called out to her - but she was too fast, too strong, from her secret practices. 

She made it to the doors of Elsa’s chambers before Kai was even around the second corner of seven. Anna pounded instead of her usual melodic tapping. This was important. Surely Elsa knew that? 

Anna never knew anything before Elsa did.

That was the way of it.

If it was true - if their parents truly were gone - then Elsa would know.

Elsa would make it better.

Elsa would fix this.

They would be friends again.

They would walk through this together as sisters and - 

She hears Kai call in the distance, down the hall, she pounds again. 

Elsa was always in her room. She never left. It was where she took her studies, her meals, her appointments. Anna’s fragmented memory hardly recalled her anywhere else. Elsa was always isolated, self-contained, either their father or mother sequestered within the damned door, but not now. Surely not now. Surely not if all Elsa had left was Anna. Surely -

Kai made it around the corner, his pace just below a jog, his round face beet red.

“Your - highness - “ he gasped around words, not quite to her but also not close enough to stop and assume his official posture.

“Kai. Where is my sister?” Anna stepped towards him - begging him with her movement to help her usher in the grief she knew would hit at any moment. 

But she would manage. She would survive. As long as she had her sister.

Kai looked around a bit as his steps slowed several meters from where Anna stood. She swore she could still, even at this distance, make out the distinct marks of perspiration on his temple, his cheeks. Perhaps that is why he stops short of his traditional distance for address, breath coming sharp and quick. 

Even in her corset she was hardly gasping. 

“Princess Anna - “ even those two words cost him. He nearly doubled over. The size and weight of his duty coupled with physical weight just enough to end him. 

“I need to know,” Anna was not one to beg, had never needed to, but she senses his resistance. 

She did not understand it then.

Did not question it.

“I need to know where my sister is. Where is Princess Elsa?” 

She could hear the edge in her voice, something hard and rough. Something she had never used with any level of confidence. She knew the hypocrisy of it, the fact that royal should never bow to servant, but she had never quite been able to get that right. She had never quite been able to believe she was enough. 

Kai stared at her a single moment then something so bleak and incomprehensible behind his expression that it made her anxious. She could feel her heart pounding harder than it ever had dashing down corridors and hallways against her parents’ orders and something dark clicked in her chest, something she had not considered fully until this moment. 

Kai knew more than he said.

Kai had made warm milk and melted chocolate for Elsa when she needed it the same as he had for her. 

Kai knew just why Elsa had been kept from Anna all these years. 

Anna would know. 

She reached out and turned the handle. The door clicked open. She pressed it open, breath catching at the rarity. This was not something she had come to expect.

She had only seen this sight once - twice? - it was rare. In the past years she had imagined it so many times. She had envisioned ten thousand and twenty beautiful memories into each space. She had envisioned so many possibilities into this room - into what it could have been - that seeing it leaves a cold knot in her stomach.

There was so little that could be personal on display.

All she saw were the stark lines of the bed, the desk, the wardrobe. The room was twice as large as her own, but had less within it. Each line was economic. There was no grace, no elegance in any part of it, and Anna felt a splinter of niggling regret somewhere in her chest only to dismiss it as soon as it came upon her.

Elsa had made her choices.

Anna had never hid from her.

If this was what Elsa wanted then that was what she got. 

But she was not there. Elsa was not in her room and Anna needed to know. She needed to see her sister. She leveled her eyes at Kai and she knew he knew. She knew by the way he trembled under the intent in her gaze and not just from the physical exertion. She knew by the way his fingers twitched by the pocket at his hip that kept his function kerchief that he wanted to dab the sweat running into eyes. 

Anna was not cruel.

She never had been.

She never wanted to ask Kai a question he couldn’t answer because she knew how this worked.

Instead: “If I were to, supposedly, stumbled upon my sister in this palace - where might I find her?”

Anna strategized the question off several previous that she had learned as she realized the limited staff would always answer in cold allegiance to Elsa but would bow out of compassion if she asked correctly. Anna was lucky to be forgotten by the many at most times. The forgotten were the ones that moved outside of the limitation of circumstances. 

She used that now. 

Kai’s face contorted, serving two masters. 

Anna knew she had the advantage, typically would never press it, but if their parents were truly dead: “Tell me, please.”

The ‘please’ was unnecessary, consolatory, and honestly embarrassing. Kai was a servant and she does not need to apologize to him for wanting to know where here sister was - but something in her twisted at the use of the word even more than if she left it off. Perhaps it was that she has grown so used to speaking to the staff as equals, friends, that to address them differently burned a traitorous taste into her mouth. 

Still she did not correct herself. She held herself tall, even if she swore ink bled from her finger tips. She waited half because she knew she could do nothing else and half because she had never been taught the proper request.

She she had been asking for years to see her sister, to speak with her, and they had all been denied with diplomatic grace. Today, however, was not a day for subterfuge. Today she needed her sister no matter what had come between them before.

Kai seemed to understand. The worried wrinkle between his brow softened the slightest bit, though the concern in his expression did not change in the slightest. 

“Princess Anna,”  he seemed to sigh in resignation - as if the years of deflecting her inquiries had finally broken him. “Princess Elsa is in the Grand Chamber.” 

And with that Anna understood.

With that, for just one instant her feet were nailed to the floor. 

The Grand Chamber was a place closed off for most, it was never entered unless the circumstance required. Despite its name it was not overly large, but the occasions that rose within it were. Occasions like the entire monarchy shifting hands, like her sister not being old enough to legally take the crown, like who was going to be regent in her stead, like what that meant for both of them as sisters in the same kingdom that was peaceful mostly only because of its stability.

And losing both monarchs in one blow as the opposite of stable. 

Anna ran.

She knew she shouldn’t, but she did. 

It was all she knew to do. 

It was all she could do. 

Maybe Elsa would make this right. Maybe Elsa was fix this. Anna had always felt so safe with her sister. She had always felt heard and secure settled into her arms. She remembered that if she didn’t remember anything else and that made this strange absence so much more bitter. It drove Anna’s steps faster. 

By the time she reached the Grand Hall she was not out of breath, but she was shaking. There was a guard that the open door (when was the last time she had seen an open door?) but she knew him. She knew all of the guards. So he didn’t give her much more than a tormented look as she reached out her blackened hand to grip the handle and push inside. 

There was a room, not much larger than the West Library with men twenty years older than her father all clustered around Elsa with maps and scrolls and books and bony fingers pointing to dozens of considerations and all Anna thought was: 

Was this what Elsa did all day?

Her sister, snow blonde hair swept up high on her head leading the line down her graceful neck and framing her elegant face, sat looking unhurried and unconcerned with all they said. She wore long sleeves, a high neck, and gloves as she always did when Anna saw her. It took a moment but Elsa’s eyes wavered from where one elite counsel member tried to draw her attention.

Blue eyes locked over the distance and Anna lunged forward.

Elsa needed her.

She could sense it.

Customs and protocol and political needs be damned. 

If Elsa had just heard what she had just heard there was no way she would be ready for what these savage bureaucrats had to offer. Anna would save her. Anna would keep Elsa from these old vultures. 

She was not but three steps when Elsa gave a small nod and all Anna knew was vice like grips on her biceps. It was more guards. They caught her before she was too far into the room, and were escorting her out before she even had a chance to protest. The Grand Hall door closed with a definitive thunk before she even has a chance to cry out against it. 

And even though she knew better - even though she knew it wouldn’t matter - she turned the moment the guards released her and slammed her entire body against the closed door. She raged against it for several moments, fists ricocheting off the surface, feet crashing against a citadel she would never topple. 

That was the first moment she truly felt it - truly knew her hope of ever knowing her sister again was gone. 

It would take many more months before she understood but she knew.

She knew what this was. 

When her rage subsided - the door still unopened - she slumped against it and wept. 

She buried her face into her hands.

It took weeks for Gerda to finally scrub the ink marks from her hand and cheeks.

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False Positive [Chapter 6]

Rating: M Words: 2467 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When things don’t go according to plan and Anna finds herself alone and pregnant, she looks to her sister’s best friend, Kristoff, and almost makes a huge mistake.

[Chapter Index]

Where To Read: [AO3]

Notes: This chapter is definitely ... different. I think it works though lmao... thanks again to @kristanna and @frozenwritingcorner kiss kiss kiss kiss

Enjoy!

Anna felt the weight of her duffle bag digging into her shoulder as she stood on the side of the road, waiting desperately for Hans to show up. He said he’d be there as soon as possible, but it had been almost three hours and she couldn’t stop crying. A few of her neighbors had slowed down to look at her suspiciously, but none had stopped when they saw her red eyes, smeared makeup, and shaking body.

Finally, god finally, his silver BMW coupe pulled up beside the curb, and he rolled down his window to look at her. “Well, look at you, all dolled up.”

She knew he meant it as a joke, so she forced out a laugh, but it stung her to her core. “O-only for you,” she sang, her voice tight, before she threw her duffle into the popped trunk and climbed into the passenger seat. “Thank you.”

He pressed a kiss against her forehead before driving off. “Anytime.”

The rumble of the car lulled her to sleep. 

Until the squealing of tires and the sirens of an ambulance shot her awake, and she was sitting in the hospital with her sister, who was paler than normal and unmoving. Anna turned to face her, trying to figure out why they were back here. They couldn’t be back here… 

“Elsa?” She asked, her voice quiet and meek. Anna looked down at herself, in the same hoodie and jeans she was wearing that night. No, it couldn’t be. She refused to believe it. Panic started rising in her throat. It had been six years. Six. She wasn’t here. “Why are we… Where are… What’s…” None of her sentences would finish, tongue literally tangling behind her teeth. Until she managed to shout just one thing. “Elsa!”

Cold blue eyes darted to her, upset that she would make a scene. “Quiet, Anna.”

Anna felt a shiver race up her spine and pierce her heart. This was wrong, this was all wrong. Elsa would comfort her, right? Elsa wouldn’t treat her like this… Elsa… “Where are mama and papa?”

But her sister’s eyes were unblinking. “I said be quiet, Anna.”

“No!”

Elsa’s face stiffened, froze, and she turned calmly to face the front desk again. “Then leave.”

And the floor fell out from under her. She was falling, reaching up to her sister who wouldn’t even acknowledge her, crying out for someone, anyone, to catch her. To help her. To see that she was there.

Her back slammed against something hard, stars bursting behind her eyes as her head followed suit. It was a struggle to stand. She felt heavy, like something was weighing her down. It wasn’t until she touched the wooden handrail that she noticed she was back at her apartment. But she wasn’t, not quite, and her whole body shook as she looked through the window. Another her stood in the kitchen, hands clenched by her side as she fought back tears.

“I’m eighteen, Elsa. I’m not stupid.”

“You’re a child. And he’s… too old.”

Elsa’s own hands were wrapped around her upper arms as she closed herself off, obviously not open to discussion. 

Anna watched herself throw a tantrum, watched herself slam the plate down on the table as her voice rose, laced with frustration. “This isn’t fair, Elsa! You can’t decide who I date! You’re not mom!”

“If you don’t like it, you can go.”

“Go?”

“You’re eighteen,” her voice was full of venom, mocking. “Leave.”

She moved to wipe her cheeks, tears falling fat and heavy, when a new set of arms wrapped around her shoulders, warm and strong and comforting. 

“I’m here, whatever you need.” 

Anna turned in his embrace and tears of grief morphed into tears of joy, her arms wrapping around his waist as he tucked her under his chin. “You can stay as long as you need, okay? I’m here for you, Anna.”

Her name echoed in his voice and she breathed in his scent, a new sense of safety enveloping her.

Anna.

Anna…

Anna?

“Hey, Anna!”

She woke up with a start, gasping for air as she looked around for the source of the voice, not entirely sure where she was or how she got here… until she found her little snowman plush smushed against her pillows. A sigh of relief escaped her.

“Over here,” he laughed, waving at her from the screen of her computer. “You fell asleep.”

Anna shimmied back up her bed, laying back down in front of the camera. “Sorry. Growing a human is exhausting, apparently.”

Kristoff’s warm honey laugh came through the speakers, and she couldn’t stop the smile that stretched over her lips.

After she had confessed her big mistake, they had spent another few hours talking, making sure everything was out in the open and that they were at a good understanding and a place to move forward. Since then they had video chatted most nights when he got home from work and she was too tired to trek over there, and Anna couldn’t help but admit that talking to him was quickly becoming the best part of her day.

They had grown apart a tiny bit in the last year, but mostly because Hans wasn’t the most fond of Kristoff. He always assumed men just wanted to screw Anna and didn’t particularly like her spending time around other guys. But since he was out of the picture, it was pretty nice to have Kristoff back in this kind of capacity.

“Have you told Elsa yet?” He was folding clothes in front of the webcam, shoving up his too old and too loose glasses in between every shirt. 

“Oh you’ll know when I tell her. The whole city will freeze over because of her disappointed glare. You know the one.”

Kristoff laughed again, nodding.

“Think I can just tell her I’m getting fat?” Anna rubbed at her tummy, wondering how long it would take for everyone else to notice that she had a little person growing inside of her.

“Probably not.” He rubbed at his eye. “I think she’ll figure it out.”

Anna groaned before shoving her face into the pillows. “She’s gonna kill me. Do you remember when I started dating Hans?”

Kristoff looked up, straightening his spine. “... Yeah.”

“Sorry, I literally just was having this dream about it.” She rolled back over to look at him. “She kicked me out for dating Hans. God… she might literally kill me for getting pregnant.”

He stayed silent, and she nodded with pursed lips. “I thought so.”

“... If you need a place to stay, you know where I am.”

Anna frowned, closing her eyes. “I think I need someone else to be the dad.” She froze, before sitting up and leaning closer to the screen. “I’m sorry. I’m… I didn’t mean…” she sighed and dropped her face into her hands as a small smile pulled up one side of his mouth. “God, I can’t believe what an idiot I am.”

“How’s your foot taste.” He laughed to himself before realizing she hadn’t caught on to his joke. “... since it’s in your mouth so much.”

“You’re the worst. I cannot believe I ever had a crush on you.”

She heard him drop something before coughing. “You…” 

Anna couldn’t help but look up at him, her eyebrow cocked with confusion. 

“You had a crush on me?”

His cheeks were pink and Anna smiled, rolling her eyes with a chuckle. “Oh yeah, big time. It started when I was thirteen, and you were sixteen, I think?” She tried to ignore how cute he looked when he moved his glasses up on top of his head, his hair pushed back out of his face. “I was grounded because I failed a test.”

The memory came flooding back to her, vividly, like it had just happened.

“And you… snuck into the kitchen and got me my favorite chocolates - you know,” she gestured, leaning closer to the computer. “The ones my mom kept up on the top shelf of the cabinet so I couldn’t reach?” 

He nodded, and his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red.

“Then you sat with me at the table, and helped me study math until I got it, and gave me a piece of the chocolate as a reward each time I figured something out. It was…” she bit her lip, twirling her hair between her fingers. “It was so sweet. You were just so sweet.” Then she changed her expression and stuck her tongue out, blowing a short raspberry in his direction. “And then I got an A on every other test because I was too embarrassed about you coming anywhere near me ever again.”

Kristoff looked like he had swallowed a frog, his face bright and contorted. 

“... You okay?”

He sucked in a deep breath, before blowing it out with almost incomprehensible words. “I’lldoit.”

“What?”

“The… fake the pregnancy thing?”

“... What?”

Kristoff’s whole face had paled, and he was looking anywhere but at her. “... If you want… to pretend I’m the dad…”

Her breath quickened and she grabbed the sides of the computer to pick it up so she could sit up properly. “... What?”

“Can’t you say anything else?” He choked out, rubbing his hands down his face. “Like… not forever, okay? And not like… pretend dating. That’s… not what this is…” He was clearly doing his best to ignore her dumbstruck face. “And in the end… when Elsa is fine with it… you can do like a … paternity test or something… and just act like it was a big mistake… or… something…”

“You…” Anna was completely speechless. Was he crazy? Was he kidding? Was he… “We don’t… you …. dont…” her breathing was shallow, she was so shocked that she could barely catch her breath. “... What?”

Her stomach was churning. He was saying something else, but Anna couldn’t hear him over the blood rushing in her ears. Had he just agreed to this? Was this real? Was this… no. She was still dreaming. She had to have been! There was just no way…

“So… deal?”

Anna suddenly felt bile rise in her throat and nodded as she scrambled off the bed, through the doorway as quickly as she could.

Kristoff watched her, expression shocked. But he missed the small voice come through his speakers.. “Guess the morning sickness is starting.”

And then he saw Elsa’s head peeking around the corner.

“Morning sickness?”

Ah, shit.

Kristoff slammed his computer shut as quickly as he could and stood, pacing back and forth as Sven watched him irritably from his bed. What did he just do? Did he just agree to — no, suggest that they concoct some crazy plan to appease his best friend? And then accidentally reveal the secret?! 

She could be a bit brash, but she wasn’t so unreasonable that she would abandon her pregnant sister… right? Right! 

She was a good person. Kristoff had known her for almost a decade and when she finally came out a year ago and started being her whole, true self, he noticed a difference in her. She was less angry, slower to make impulsive decisions, more caring and understanding… But god, she still scared the shit out of him. She had dropped out of law school, abandoning all her efforts so that she could focus on her art.

Which he was so, so proud of her for. He wanted her to be true to herself and do whatever made her happy.

But when it came to Hans, Elsa and Anna never, ever wound up on the same page. Which was fair, he was… the worst. But Kristoff knew he and Elsa couldn’t really have any say in what Anna chose to do with her life. And when Elsa kicked her out the first time, Anna had gone to stay with Hans for a while.

And that left Anna easily startled and even more anxious when she made mistakes than before. And Kristoff was not prepared to ever let her be in that situation again.

He swallowed his pride before opening the laptop back up and pressing the call button.

Anna picked up on the second ring, her face red and hands clasping at her stomach. 

“Hang on,” she mumbled, before returning to the screaming match with her sister.

Kristoff wondered why she even answered, but did his best not to interfere. He had seen enough of their fights to know that you just had to sit tight, stay safe, and wait for it to be over. Kind of like a blizzard.

Or a hurricane.

“Well?!” Elsa’s voice was sharp, as if all her zen, I ride magical horses into enchanted forests and paint naked fairies sitting on mushrooms hippy personality receded back into a hidden pocket. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Anna opened her mouth to speak, freezing when Kristoff’s voice came from the computer.

“It’s mine, Elsa. I, uh, did that.”

She turned on him, then, her eyes alight with rage. “You… did that? You and Anna? When!” They both hummed noncommittally as his eyes avoided both of theirs. Elsa threw her hands up with frustration. “It doesn’t matter! What… what are you planning, here? Are you even… together?”

“No!” They both rushed to answer, their eyes meeting before darting quickly apart. Anna took in a deep breath.

“It was just a… get over Hans thing. One time.” 

“And you’re keeping it?”

“Yes.”

Anna was firm and confident, Elsa was rigid with anger, and Kristoff was just doing his best to remain relatively unnoticed.

“Okay…” she took a deep breath and stood up straight again, nodding. “I’m going back to sleep.” Her words were slow and calculated, as if she was trying to calm herself down. “We will continue this discussion,” she said, looking at Anna and then at the computer screen that held Kristoff. “In the morning.”

And then she left and Anna flopped down onto the bed, and Kristoff let out a sigh of relief. 

“Well,” Anna huffed, dropping her hands hard onto the comforter. “That went just about as well as I expected it to.”

“...Yeah…” 

Anna’s breathing slowed, and Kristoff didn’t doubt she was close to dozing off again. “Well… I guess this is happening now…”

“Yup.” Her lips ended the word with a pop.

“I’m sorry.”

Her head snapped over to look at the computer. “Why?” She turned her whole body to face the same way. “It would have gone way worse if she thought it was Hans’.”

Kristoff laughed, feeling a tiny bit of tension ease from his body. “This is a mess.”

“Yeah.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

Anna nodded, and she smiled up warmly at him. 

“Thank you.”

He almost couldn’t control the absurd laugh that tickled his throat.

“... Anytime.”

[ahtohallan-calling]

chapter 9 of it’s always ourselves we find is here!

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[kristanna / m / modern au / coworkers & enemies to lovers ;) ]

It was a marvel, really, how quickly she returned to him: his Anna, with all her ungraceful laughter and bright smiles and brighter eyes.

He thought of her as such not because he dared to think he had any real claim to her, but rather because this Anna, the one who had let go of his hand only to eat her lunch, was the one he’d grown so familiar with and fond of over the past months, the one who drove him absolutely insane in more ways than he could count.

Currently, she was in the midst of explaining in excruciating detail precisely how awful the two dates she’d been on with Hans had been, and Kristoff found himself laughing so hard his sides were beginning to hurt. 

“Seriously, Kris, it’s not funny,” she said between giggles of her own. “I ruined my tights crawling out the window, and I’d just bought them.”

“Sorry,” he managed to gasp. “Just-- I’m trying to picture how you even managed to get up on the ledge--”

“Shut up, you great big brute, not all of us can be the size of a tree.”

“Sorry,” he said again, though he wasn’t at all. “Just-- was it really that bad that you had to climb out of the bathroom window?”

She grew a little more solemn then. “Yeah, like-- like Hans ordered a salad for me, and said to put the dressing on the side, and of course I scarfed it down like a crazy person since I’d just been hiking all afternoon with my sister, and he was going on and on and on about his vision for the company, and I kept wondering what he’d do if I just reached across the table and stole a piece of his steak.”

Kristoff grew quieter, just watching her as she took a sip of her drink. Her gaze fluttered up to him after a moment, curious. “Cat got your tongue?”

He shifted awkwardly in his seat, weighing his words carefully for fear of using them carelessly again. “Just...wondering why you thought I’d do that to you on purpose.”

“Do what? Say what you did this morning?”

“No-- shit, I’m sorry again for that-- but I meant setting you up with Hans.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Was it really not on purpose?”

“Do you really think I’d do Hans Westergaard a favor like that?”

“A favor, huh?”

“Well,” he stammered, “he’s-- well-- you know how he is with pretty girls.”

A little smile slid onto her face. Please don’t ask me, he thought desperately, please don’t ask me if I think you’re pretty, because I can’t lie to you, Anna, not any more.

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “So...okay. So from my perspective, it was like...I was in the break room with Jessica and Lissa, and they were trying to get you to ask me.”

“Wait, what?”

“Mhmm. That’s why they were like ‘hey, Kristoff, Anna needs a date to the fundraiser ball, do you know anyone who could take her?’, and then Hans came in--”

“That’s what it was! I didn’t see him, I swear. Sorry, go on.”

“So then why did you say ‘I’m sure Hans is on the lookout’?”

“I was being sarcastic. He brings a new girl to everything. I didn’t mean for him to actually ask you.”

Anna sat back, looking as if she’d just been handed the meaning of the whole universe. “You really didn’t? After the party-- which was awful, by the way, you didn’t miss anything-- I thought you’d set me up for it almost like a prank. And then he asked me out again in front of people, and I couldn’t really say no, so that’s how I ended up on the second one, and after that I was really convinced you hated me.”

Kristoff shook his head, leaning over the table, and said as sincerely as he could, “Anna, even if I did hate you, I wouldn’t wish that rat bastard on my worst enemy.”

She beamed at him so brightly he had a feeling she’d be holding his hand again if there weren’t plates in the way. He wished she would anyway; who cared about getting a little ketchup on your sleeve when a girl like that wanted to touch you?

A sudden thought struck him then. “Wait-- but why did your friends want me to ask you?”

Her cheeks turned a brilliant shade of scarlet. “For reasons.”

“What reasons?”

“Silly ones.”

“Anna,” he cajoled, half-singing her name and wondering in the back of his mind how she’d managed to make him act so...silly. “C’mon, you can tell me. It’s just your favorite worst enemy.”

“You can’t laugh,” she said sternly, her blush darkening. “Promise me.”

“I promise.”

She sighed and slanted her eyes away from him, leveling a determined glare at the shrimp tails on her plate. “Because I told them I thought you were handsome.”

He didn’t know what answer he’d been expecting, but it certainly hadn’t been that. “Seriously? You really thought that?”

She rolled her eyes as she dared to glance back up at him. “Oh, come on, Kristoff, as if you don’t know you’re all…” She waved a hand vaguely. “Big and blonde and. And your face and stuff.”

He wanted to take a long moment to let it sink in; it was almost too much for one day, realizing that Anna not only cared about his opinion, not only seemed to actually sort of like him, not only wanted to keep touching him-- but that she thought he was handsome. “Wow,” he heard himself saying. “I can’t believe it.”

“Okay, okay, well, it’s your turn in the hot seat, mister,” she said grumpily, though the effect was ruined somewhat by the still-red tips of her ears. “Why did you snap at me this morning?”

It was his turn to flush. “It was nothing. I was just-- just in a bad mood.”

“You’re always in a bad mood,” she said, her brows knitting together as she leaned over the table. “Tell me the truth.”

Fuck, that gave him a great view right down the front of her shirt, which definitely was not making this any easier. He tried not to shift too obviously in his seat as he kept his gaze firmly locked on her face. “Just-- one of those...things.”

And now she was reaching for him across the table, concern in her eyes as she settled that little hand over his arm, that little hand that he’d dreamed that morning she’d had wrapped around his cock, for god’s sake, and her voice was so gentle as she said, “Kris, just tell me the truth, please?”

He swallowed hard and shook his head in a last ditch effort to make her back down. She tilted her head to the side, confused, when suddenly understanding dawned in her eyes. “Oh.”

“It wasn’t ‘cause you were there,” he said quickly, although it most definitely had been at least in part because of that. “I promise I’m not a--”

She sat back a little, though she didn’t move her hand. He could tell she was trying to contain her mirth and spare him further embarrassment. “It’s okay. I’ve had boyfriends before, I know how it is.”

“It’s different,” he ground out, feeling his face heat further than he thought was possible. 

He realized suddenly that something else had dawned on her, that her amusement had transformed into realization-- of what, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He shifted awkwardly in his seat again, and at last she withdrew her hand, running it absentmindedly through her hair. “Sorry, again,” he muttered, looking anywhere but her eyes.

“It’s okay,” she reassured him. “Seriously. You can’t help it. And you already apologized enough for the other stuff.”

“I still feel bad. Let me make it up to you, let me buy your lunch or something, yeah?”

She waved him away. “Let’s just say you owe me one, maybe I’ll have you drive me to the print shop next time I need to pick up a banner or something.”

He blinked in surprise. “You don’t need a favor to ask me to do that.”

Her eyes softened. “Really?”

All Kristoff could do was nod, feeling grateful that the waiter chose that moment to come by with the check. As he began to do the mental calculations for what he’d have to give up next week to cover both of their meals, Anna said quickly, “We’re splitting it, no matter what he tries to say,” even as he began to fumble for his wallet. 

And damn, if that didn’t make him lo-- like her even more.

---

By the time he emerged from the bathroom, wearing his softest old t-shirt and sweatpants, Anna was already nestled under the blankets, keeping carefully to her side of the pillow wall. A little flutter in his chest accompanied the realization that she’d decided to keep their arrangement from the night before and hadn’t set a pillow between where their faces would be.

He came to a pause by his side of the bed. “Anna?”

“Hmm?” she asked, not looking up from her phone.

“Can I...this pillow here, the one by your shoulder...do you mind if I move that one and use it tonight? Sorry, I know it’s-- well, sharing a bed and all-- but my neck kind of hurts from staring at the screen all day, and--”

She did look up at him, a look of fond amusement on her face. “‘Course. Just don’t go getting fresh with me.”

He huffed out a laugh as he shifted the pillow to his side before climbing in bed next to her, being as careful as he could not to jostle the mattress too much. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

(Except he would. And he had.)

He glanced over at her then, giving himself one last chance to take in the sight of her long, tawny lashes brushing down almost to her freckled cheeks each time she blinked. She noticed him staring and glanced up at him. “What? Have I got something on my face?”

“Are you gonna snore again tonight?” he asked, accompanying the words with an exaggerated wink just to make sure she knew he was joking.

She slid further down the pillows, set her phone on her nightstand with an exaggerated tap, and stretched one final time, arching her back enough he felt his mouth go dry, before turning lazily to him and giving him a smirk. “Depends. Are you gonna say my name in your sleep again?”

For a split second, he could have sworn every moving thing in his body came to a complete halt. Any half-asleep thoughts that had been trailing around his mind collapsed into the terrifying refrain of she knows.

“Anna?”

No response.

“Anna, did I really say that?”

She reached up and flicked off the light, leaving them in complete darkness. “Sweet dreams, big guy.”

He could hear the barely concealed laughter in her voice. Fuck, he was in massive trouble; there was no way he’d ever live this one down or that she’d let it go. He felt like a window fogged with steam, too warm and cloudy-minded as he struggled to come to grips with the fact that she knew he had feelings for her, knew he’d woken up hard because he’d dreamed of her-- and, the realization hitting him like a splash of cold water to the face-- she was still lying in bed beside him.

“Kristoff?”

“Yeah?” he asked, a little too quickly.

“Are you still awake?”

“Obviously.”

“Because you’re worrying you’ll say my name again?”

He swallowed so hard he wondered if she could hear it. And perhaps she could, because a moment later there was a rustling of the sheets, and that now-familiar little hand was resting on his chest as Anna’s fingertips idly traced patterns across the thin white fabric of his t-shirt. “It’s okay, Kris, really,” she said, her voice gentler now. “I thought it was sweet.”

Perhaps he was in less trouble than he’d thought.

He drew in a deep breath. Her hand began to slow, and then to pull away, but before she had entirely lifted it from his chest he set his own hand down over it, so suddenly he startled even himself. He heard a sharp intake of breath from her before her hand relaxed again under his, palm flattening just over his heart.

For a few minutes they simply laid next to each other, as he let his thumb slide back and forth over her hand. As he felt his heart rate slow under the gentle press of Anna’s hand, he heard her breath slow down, evening out until a faint snore escaped her. He couldn’t help but smile then, giving her hand one last squeeze before carefully setting it on the mattress between them and rolling on his side to face her.

“Good night, Anna,” he whispered, but the only response was another snore.

[viviantimmet]

So I have a ton of opinions about Frozen II. I’m sure you’re all shocked. Spoilers beneath the cut. Sorry Mobile Users

- The animation is great, and everything’s gorgeous, especially the part where Elsa fights the sea.

- The two big songs, Into the Unknown and Show Yourself, felt like when someone’s scratching your back right next to the spot that’s actually itchy. I like the credits version of Into the Unknown much more, but sadly there was no such version of Show Yourself.

- Why in the world did they write a four elements (plus secret fifth) story when said secret fifth was Cold?? Cold is not a uniting element. It’s just not! For one, it’s got a very clear opposite and for two, it’s got asymmetrical interactions with the four elements its supposed to be uniting. Wind and Water can be cold i guess, but fire is opposite, and earth is pretty neutral towards it. 

- The spirits’ interactions with Elsa actually match this pretty well. Elsa has meaningful interactions with Water, Wind, and Fire. Water and Wind aid her while Fire just stops wreaking havoc. The Earth Giants never even meet her, and their only contribution is to throw rocks at people when provoked. 

- The Earth Giants are super weird actually. In addition to all that other stuff, they’re the only spirit that isn’t just one entity. It’s like they were added in afterward to round out the whole four elements thing and solve the dam issue.

- here’s an interesting tidbit: there’s a set of giants from Norse mythology that one could easily decide were an elemental set. These are: Aegir/Hler, King of the Sea; Logi, the Flame; and Kari, the Wind. They were brothers, and tend to be mentioned together. Considering the water spirit only appears when Elsa goes to the Dark Sea, these three are super fitting. Just Saying.

- Cold being the central element is still stupid in this version, but whatever.

- I do have objections to the actual story too don’t worry. 

- Elsa does that whole “I’ve got to do this alone” thing the ENTIRE MOVIE. like, she hasn’t grown at all by the climax. She literally pushes Anna away and runs off to cross an entire ocean, alone, on foot, like a fucking idiot, and there are no consequences. 

- Like, I understand that it was the end of the movie, and they didn’t really have time for there to be actual consequences, but there wouldn’t have to be  if Elsa had learned something and approached the climax with it in mind, you know, like how character arcs work.

- If you try to tell me that Elsa getting frozen for two minutes, or Olaf being dead for a similar amount of time are consequences, fuck you. Elsa doesn’t change her ways at all between those things happening and those things getting fixed (on account of being frozen the whole time), so they aren’t consequences of her idiocy, they’re just things that happened. 

- Kristoff totally got shafted. And Anna’s freakouts whenever he tried to propose to her felt really really forced.

- All of the neat Northuldran characters that are introduced BY NAME, are never seen again after that scene, wtf.

- Olaf is way less funny. His song is in such a weird place? It’s like, they enter the enchanted forest, and it’s super beautiful and ominous, and Olaf gets separated from the group. So they’re scared and looking for him, and he’s scared and looking for them, and the wind spirit is rustling leaves and being scary, and then Olaf starts singing about how he’ll understand what’s going on when he’s older???? It’s so weird. 

- And the rest of his humor is just, “how would an 8 year old act in this situation” which is so dumb. The only Olaf bit that made me laugh was when he was like “Anna, you’re older and thus all-knowing”. I know that’s a joke about how an 8 year old would act, but that’s the thing, it’s a Joke About that, not just literally that.

- And The Ending. Elsa turns out to be the magical fifth spirit and decides to live in the woods with her spirit friends, making Anna Queen.

- We do not see the scene where she tells Anna this, presumably because in any such scene, Anna would be wholly against it. 

- While she’s not technically alone in the woods, she is isolating herself from all the people who love her most. I Do Not Buy that weekly charade nights or whatever are enough. As long as she lives in the woods, she could very easily return to bad habits, cut off communication, and hide where no one can find her.

- The way she keeps cutting Anna out and going off on her own, to self-destructive extents (see Elsa almost running off to get smushed by Earth Giants, and successfully running off to fight the Ocean, and refusing to tell Anna about the voice she’s been hearing until after it’s obvious she’s done something, etc.) makes it clear that she’s not better. She Still Needs her support system, and yet this movie ends with her distancing herself from it as if it were a triumph.

- I can’t help but think that the whole going too deep and getting frozen, and then becoming a magical forest spirit thereafter thing has slight shades of suicide glorification, but that’s probably just because I’m obsessed with angst. Either way, this movie does not impart healthy messages. 

- also the movie’s “twist” was so glaringly obvious from the very beginning they really shouldn’t have made it a mystery. Oh Big Surprise, the Civilized Kingdom actually had bad intentions in their dealings with the Magical Natives. I mean, I buy that it might not occur to Anna and Elsa, since it was their grandpa, but the Northuldrans could probably figure it out. And in any case, it was not an engaging mystery.

- Hey you know what would be more interesting, and make more sense than, “the spirits blessed the Idunna’s daughter because Idunna helped the King”, this would:“the spirits cursed the King’s firstborn child because his people disrupted their realm”

- Like I get they were going for empowering Elsa and whatnot, but why would the spirits be so antagonistic to the girl the blessed. Plus, making a curse into a blessing would be super empowering anyway. And my version sounds like something from a fairy tale which is pretty neat.

- OK last thing I promise. This movie really makes clear and doubles down on the idea that Arendelle, as a kingdom, consists of 1 single city. And not even a big city. Apparently the population of the capital city Arendelle can all fit on one cliff or whatever. The city was small in Frozen I, but it wasn’t so obvious how absurdly so until Frozen II. 

That’s the end of my Frozen II rant. Stay tuned for my uber-angsty rewrite, the first part of which is actually already written, so, you know, you’ll get at least that much.

[blindmanspuff]

Quick Cigar Review: Kristoff | Shade Grown Robusto

Quick Cigar Review: Kristoff | Shade Grown Robusto @kristoff_cigars #cigars

Cigar Info

The Kristoff | Shade Grown was previously known as the Brittania Reserve. It is descrobed by the company as mild-medium bodied and was the companies first Shade Grown Connecticut cigar.

The blend of Kristoff | Shade Grown uses a Honduran Connecticut Shade wrapper, Dominican Cuban Seed binder, and Cuban Seed Nicaraguan and Cuban Seed Dominican fillers. It comes in three vitolas:…

[upthenorthmountain]

Second Chances

It’s Charis’s birthday! And this feels a little like cheating, because most of this was written already, I just reformatted it and added an extra bit and here it is. I originally sent this to Charis in pieces, last summer, and I hope she likes it just as much now it’s a proper story.

Rated T for a small amount of Language

Second Chances

The receptionist barely glanced at him before waving him into a seat. Kristoff put his briefcase on his knees and tried not to drum his fingers on it. He didn't even, especially, need this job; the one he had was fine, but this would be a step up. It was worth a punt, anyway. After a few minutes the door into the main office opened and a woman came through with a clipboard. She didn't look up, but rummaged in the papers while keeping the door open with her foot. "Hang on," she said, "Just a sec - okay. Kristoff Bjorgman!"

Then she did a double-take so extreme it was almost comical, let the door slam behind her, and looked up. Kristoff stood and met her eye. "Hi," he said. "Anna."

-----

He’d recognised her as soon as she opened the door. It had been so long, but she was still the same. Same long red hair trying to escape the clip holding it up. Same big blue eyes that showed her every emotion. Same petite figure, though now it was more mature, more womanly.

For a moment they both just stared. Then Anna shook herself and said "Oh my goodness, Kristoff! I didn't read the names before I came through, I'm just bringing people through, I'm not doing the interviewing or anything, Karen would do it but she's poorly - gosh, it's been so long! How are you?" "I'm good, I'm really good. It's great to see you." Another long moment, then Anna shook herself again. "Well, we'd better go in - sorry - I'm not trying to make you late - oh, fudge -" now she realised that the door had shut behind her and was fishing an ID card on a lanyard out of the front of her blouse. "This way," she said once she'd managed to get the door open. "Follow meeee - and through here. OK. Paul," she said to the man in the office, who was now standing with hand extended. "This is Kristoff Bjorgman, Kris this is Paul Bunce, the IT Director. OK!" She beamed at them, then remembered she was supposed to leave, and backed out, hissing "Good luck!" at Kristoff as she went.

-----

Anna Rendell. He hadn't even known she was in the country, though there was no reason why she wouldn't have been. Fancy running into her today, and on the way into a job interview; life was weird. It must be - could it be ten years? Yes, almost. Anna Rendell. Fuck.

He'd been nineteen. He'd left school with no real plan in mind, and ended up doing various jobs until he'd gone back to college at twenty. That summer he'd been a gardener at the posh girls’ school just outside town, and spent most of it mowing lawns and trimming hedges.

The place had been mostly deserted over the summer; it was a boarding school but most of the girls were at home for the long holiday. A few remained, however, and one of them was Anna, who had recently turned eighteen and was staying at the school until she left for university abroad in the autumn.

He'd noticed her before, always with a crowd of friends, and in her uniform she'd looked younger. Come the end of term she switched to jeans or a sundress, her hair down, and with no one else to talk to she chatted to all the staff and helped with any job going. No one at the school seemed to care where she went or what time she got back.

One long hot afternoon, while he was attempting to tame the edges of the nature garden behind the science labs, she brought him a cold drink and sat with him in the shade as he drank it. He remembers the heat, the bees buzzing in the wildflowers, the way each one of her toenails was painted a different colour (‘I couldn't decide,’ she said lazily when he pointed it out).

He'd wanted to kiss her but he hadn't dared, then after she left he'd spent the rest of the afternoon kicking himself for not making a move. But when he got back to the gardeners’ shed to put away his tools, he found her waiting for him.

Memory was a funny thing. When he looked back at it, that summer was just sunshine, Anna's smile and the taste of her lips, listening to her talk while she made daisy chains, the scent of cut grass. If there was rain he's forgotten it, let it fade to a drum on the roof of his car, parked in the lane behind the school. Distant thunder as he kissed her goodnight outside her dormitory, lingering in the dusk. But summer doesn't last forever.

-----

The problem with having a magical summer romance at eighteen was that it was impossible not to hold it up as the standard against which all future men should be judged. Over the years it had become a running joke with Anna’s friends - “Kristoff would never treat me like this.” “Kristoff would never do that.” Part of her had almost forgotten that he was a real person, a grown man out in the world living his life.

He probably had all sorts of bad qualities and annoying habits that just hadn't had time to make themselves known. Anna herself felt like a completely different person to the girl she'd been then, carefree and young and falling in love for the first time. She had Harry now, anyway. He was the most important thing.

Kristoff would never have cheated on her, though. He would never have slept with her then stopped answering her texts, or so she told herself. He would certainly have never broken up with her at the sight of a positive pregnancy test. Maybe she needed him, as that fantasy of the perfect man, while all the others let her down.

But of all the places she'd expected to run into him now she was back in town, in a suit interviewing for the systems analyst position was not one of them. She'd sneaked a look at his CV once she was back at her desk; he'd gone back to college, his work history since then was exemplary. He’d done well for himself, and that made her happy. That was how she explained her happiness, anyway.

-----

Afterwards Kristoff couldn't even remember how the interview went, though he didn't think he stuffed it up too much. The interviewer was pleasant, Kristoff managed to answer all the questions, then he was ushered out and back through reception. He didn't see Anna on the way out.

There was one thing he was glad rarely came up in job interviews - his biggest regret. “I never had sex with Anna Rendell” wasn’t exactly interview-friendly, but it was the honest answer. He hadn’t, and all the reasons he’d had at the time now seemed ridiculous. Maybe then it would all have ended up differently. Maybe then, his last memory of her would be a sweet, happy one, rather than the mess it had turned into. Or maybe not.

The job as gardener didn't pay much but it came with the use of a tiny cottage on the edge of the grounds. In early September, two days before Anna was to leave for her expensive private university in Paris, she had turned up on his doorstep at 9pm and persuaded him to go out with her to sit on the hill and watch the stars come out.

He’d known the date of her departure for weeks. They hadn’t talked about it. What good would it do? Nothing could be changed. When she wasn’t there, Kristoff would tell himself it was just a bit of fun, anyway, nothing serious, that he’d miss her for a little while and then he’d get over it. When she was there, he tried not to think about it at all.

So he’d gone with Anna, up to their favourite place on the hill - only a few minutes away, but outside the school grounds and well away from where anyone might come walking. Anna had a blanket, which she laid out so they could sit and talk, or rather sit and kiss.

When did the stars come out? He didn’t know, because all he was looking at was Anna, all he was thinking about was her lips on his, the scent of the skin behind her ear, the softness of her skin. She pulled him down to lie next to her, and pressed up against him, and ran her hands over his neck and shoulders.

And then she had produced a condom out of her bag, and told him she was ready and she wanted him to be her first. And he’d refused.

-----

He was angry with her, he knows that now. He was angry with her for leaving, but he knew he shouldn’t be, so he felt guilty, and that made him angrier. He couldn’t ask her not to go. He couldn’t go with her. All he could do was lose her.

And maybe he felt that he was being the mature one, the sensible one. Noble. What rubbish. Or, maybe he was scared of not being able to give her the magical night she wanted, though even if it had been awkward and fumbling it would still have been better than what actually happened.

Anna hadn’t believed his refusal at first. She’d been puzzled, then she’d been annoyed, then finally she’d been upset. And he hadn’t known what to say, what he could say, because the only words he could think of were don’t go and he couldn’t say that, he had no right to say that.

She’d cried, and she’d left, and he hadn't sought her out before she'd left the country, mainly out of embarrassment. Two days of cowardice had led to ten years of regrets.

-----

hi Kristoff! I'm sorry if this is super creepy but I got your number from your CV, I hope you don't mind and please don't tell my boss, I just wondered if you wanted to get a coffee or something some time just to catch up??

That would be great. :) at the weekend?

10am Saturday ok? Meet me outside the Costa on the high st x

-----

Anna arrived a couple of minutes after Kristoff did. She was pushing a pushchair with a little blond toddler in it, and when she said “Hi!” her expression was defensive.

“Hi,” Kristoff said. “It’s good to see you. Who’s your friend?”

“This is my little boy. Harry. He’s nearly two. Is it okay if we go for a walk down to the swings instead of getting coffee? He’s having one of those days where he doesn’t like to sit still.”

“I wonder where he gets that from. No problem.”

They set off towards the park. Harry started trying to undo the straps on the pushchair, then saying “Mumma. Mumma. Mumma,” over and over with increasing volume.

“He wants to get out,” Anna said. “He likes to walk but he’s pretty slow.”

“Are we in a hurry?”

“I guess not.” Anna knelt down by the pushchair and unclipped the little boy; he popped straight out of his seat and started striding confidently off into the distance.

“Before you ask,” Anna said once Harry had been retrieved, “his dad’s not around. He’s never met him, actually. He dumped me when I said I was keeping the baby.”

“Wow. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. We’re fine just us, aren’t we, H?” She squeezed Harry’s hand and he looked up at her and grinned.

“How long have you been back in Arundel?” Kristoff asked her.

“A couple of months. I stayed in France a couple of years after I graduated, then moved to London for a job, then after I broke up with Harry’s dad I moved in with my sister for a bit, she’s in London. She’s a lawyer. Then, I don’t know. Arundel still felt like home, you know? I liked growing up here, I wanted Harry to have that. So I got the HR job. It’s only a couple of days a week but I thought I could cope with that, I hadn’t worked since before his nibs was born.”

“I’m surprised we haven’t run into each other before now.”

“Why, do you hang around the Children’s Centre much? I hope not,” Anna said, and laughed. “Oh,” she said. “I haven’t asked about you, how rude! Are you married, do you have any children?”

“No and no. I’m single. Had a couple of girlfriends, didn’t work out.”

“I’m sorry. What made you go into IT?”

They’d reached the park. Kristoff couldn’t remember exactly where the playground was, but Harry clearly knew, and pulled his mother along by one hand, while she tried to steer the pushchair with the other. Kristoff helped her with the gate.

“After you left,” he said, “I couldn’t stick working at the school any more. I don’t know. So I quit and ended up temping in an office, and I found out I was good with the computers, so the next September I went back to college. And here I am.”

“Good for you.”

Kristoff shrugged. “Had to get a proper job some time.”

“I’m sorry you didn’t get the systems analyst job.”

“I didn’t?”

“No, I - oh, fudge. No. Sorry. They didn’t tell people yet.” She sighed. “I am terrible at working in HR.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t think I would, where I am is fine. Just thought I’d give it a go.”

“I’m glad you did,” Anna said, smiling at him.

They reached the playground and Anna parked the pushchair just off the path.

“You know,” she said as she watched Harry scramble up the steps of the little slide, “We never actually broke up, did we? I realised that. So I’m sorry, but I did cheat on you a bit in Paris. And after that.”

She said it quite calmly, even cheerfully.

“To be fair,” Kristoff said, “I haven’t been completely faithful, either.”

Anna laughed. “I’m glad, that would have been pretty lonely. Actually, come to think of it, did we ever get together? Like, officially, have the boyfriend/girlfriend talk?”

“I think we just started kissing a lot.”

“Yeah, that’s how I remember it. Oh, no, wait, darling -”

She caught Harry by the hood of his coat just as he reached the gate through to the duck pond, which had been left ajar. “We’ll feed the ducks another day, okay? Do you want to go on the swings?”

“Swings!”

“Okay, poppet, come on,” and she bore him off.

“I’m sorry,” she said once Harry was safely trapped in the baby swing kicking his little legs, “for springing him on you like that. I just, didn’t know how to say it.”

“It’s fine, Anna.”

“And I’d’ve had to bring him anyway, of course.”

“Neither of us has been frozen for ten years. I own more than one suit and a briefcase, you’re a mum, life has kept happening because that’s what life does.”

“True.” She gave the swing another big push and Harry squealed.

“And I’m the one who should be sorry,” Kristoff said.

“What for?”

“For - back then. How it all ended.”

Anna shrugged. “It’s okay. It was a long time ago.”

“Can I ask a question?”

“Sure.”

“Where, at a private girls’ school in the middle of nowhere, did you get a condom?”

Anna laughed. “The school nurse gave me some. When she saw me hanging around with you. She said, you’re eighteen and I can’t stop you doing what you like but if you get pregnant it’ll look bad for the school. And I was glad because it was something I was worrying about but I didn’t think I could ask her. Not that it mattered in the end.”

“You know,” Kristoff said, “I thought I was being so mature and respectful, turning you down, but I wasn’t. I was being a massive fu- flipping idiot. I have spent YEARS kicking myself over it.”

Anna looked him up and down. “So when did you?” she said.

“When did I what?”

“You know. Lose the old V-plates.”

“Oh - second year of college. I had a girlfriend who was studying to be a teacher.”

“How wholesome.”

“I guess.”

Anna pushed the swing. “I’m admiring how you’re not asking me,” she said.

“Maybe I was just assuming it was some sophisticated Frenchman -”

Anna laughed again. “No, actually. Another foreign student. American. American guys are so forward, you know? It can be a bit - disarming. Anyway, then he broke up with me, so.” She hesitated. “I’d rather it had been you,” she said.

“Same.”

They stood in silence for a moment, Anna giving the swing a half-hearted push every now and again. Then she looked at him and said, “God, this is so weird just to be standing here talking to you! As if you were, like, a real person.”

Kristoff had to laugh at that, even though he knew exactly what she meant. “Look at us,” he said, “Both real people who have spent ten years having lives and experiences.”

“I know, right? So weird. Were you in love with me?” she added, idly.

“Oh, hopelessly.”

“That’s what I thought.” She grinned at him.

Kristoff took a deep breath. “Are you seeing anyone? At the moment?”

“I have been single,” Anna said calmly, “Ever since Mr Anna-I-Don’t-Think-I’m-Ready-For-This took to his heels, never to be seen again.”

“Never?”

“Nope. When I moved I wrote to him, to let him know where we were, but I didn’t get a reply. Maybe he’d moved, I don’t know. And obviously I wrote when Harry was born, but he didn’t reply to that, either. Well, maybe it’s better he stay away altogether, I don’t know.”

Harry had got bored with swinging and was trying to climb out of the seat while it was still in motion. Anna stopped it and he clung to her as she lifted him out.

“I’ve never understood men like that,” Kristoff said. Anna shrugged. She tried to put Harry down but he wrapped his arms around her neck and kissed her on the cheek. “Mummy loves you,” she told him, kissing the top of his head, “And Mummy’s going to bring you up to respect women! Yes she is!”

“Anyway,” she said, turning back to Kristoff, “Weren’t you about to ask me out?”

“I - yes? Is that bad?”

Anna tilted her head to one side, moving Harry to her hip. “As long as you’re not just trying to make up for - past regrets.”

“No, of course not. Look, I know we’ve both changed a lot since then, but -”

“But?”

“- you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. And I didn’t think I’d get a second chance to tell you even that much.”

Anna bit her lip over a smile. “You never used to say things like that.”

“Just used to think them, then.”

She looked away, still trying not to smile, and put down her squirming son. “Alright. Yes. Okay. Oh, no, wait -” and she was chasing after Harry across the park.

[ministryofcigars]

Kristoff goes Connecticut Shade

Kristoff goes Connecticut Shade. #kristoff #connecticutshade #charlesfairmorn #cigar #cigars

Kristoff goes Connecticut Shade. But the company is using a Connecticut Shade grown wrapper from Honduras. And that is not the way most others take.

Most Connecticut Shade wrappers come from either the Connecticut River Valley or from Ecuador. For the Kristoff Shade Grown, Glen Case picked a Honduran shade grown wrapper. From Connecticut seeds though. 



The fillers for this new line come…

[frzntrx]

Another FrozenTricks fanfic I just thought of,

Maybe part of another longer fic I’m writing about them, I haven’t decided yet,

Implied smut here, enjoy!!!

(Loki's POV)

The door slammed, startling Elsa and I out of the movie we had been watching on the tv with her little sister Anna and her husband Kristoff.

Anna had requested Titanic, Elsa had sighed

"Always the hopeless romantic huh baby sister?"

"Damn straight." She teased back, sticking her tongue out.

But it actually wasn't as sappy as I thought it would be...

Maybe because it was actually based on a real and very tragic event in earth's history, but it wasn't as stupid as I thought it would be,

Towards the end, when Rose was on the tiny door looking down at Jack helplessly, having not been strong enough to be able to pull him up, a single tear appeared on Elsa's cheek, and she laid her head on my shoulder,

I frowned,

I wasn't used to her losing her control like this... even as slight as it was now…

Usually she had a strong confident facade... I knew she had to because of what happened with her family... she almost killed her sister twice, but this was... new.

It was around this time the door banged against the door, effectively startling everybody in the room,

"BROTHER!!!! TONY STARK HAS DECIDED TO START A TRADITION FOR ALL OF US WHERE WE GO ON A BEACH VACATION TO BOND!!! PACK YOUR BAGS!!! WE'RE HEADED TO FLORIDA!!! ITS A ROAD TRIP!!!!!" Thor bellowed excitedly, I rolled my eyes.

"As if he'd invite me." I murmured,

"No no he did!" Thor said happily, my eyebrow raised,

"Why?"

"I told him me and Lady Elsa probably wouldn't go if he left you out!"

I rolled my eyes, there it was... it wasn't about inviting me... it was keeping others from ducking out.

"As much as I appreciate the gesture brother, I'd rather not... frost giants can't stand the heat, you know that..."

Elsa's eyebrow shot up,

"Lo you know I'm going right?"

I frowned,

"You're one too... why are you going?"

"Because it's an all expenses paid vacation and Anna and Kristoff were invited too by association so I figured what the hell, it's sister bonding time at least... a little warm weather won't kill me, it's the Florida keys Loki, the water will help I promise..." she said matter of factly.

I hesitated,

"I don't know..."

"Pleeeeease!!! When have I ever asked you for anything?!? You're my best friend!"

"Literally last week... you begged me to make you peppermint hot cocoa even though it's almost March because you didn’t feel like getting out of bed.”

"Oh come onnnn!!! Pleeeeease!" She pleaded,

"Pleeeeease!!!" Anna joined in,

"Oh not you too Anna... don't you dare." I groaned,

Then Elsa looked at me with those big pleading eyes, and I groaned,

"No... no no no you're not gonna get me with that... not again."

But she looked away, hurt, looking like a puppy that just got kicked, heartbroken and I sighed,

"You know what... fine... fine. But if we die from heatstroke it's you guys fault."

"YES!!!!" Elsa cheered, giving Anna a high five,

"ROAD TRIP!!!!"

____________________________________

We were almost there when I heard Elsa humming to a song that was playing on her iPhone.

"I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan..."

Then Anna smirked and joined in,

"Welcome to the land of Fame Excess, am I gonna fit in?"

Then all the other ladies on our team started singing with them, and even Thor Kristoff, and Steve joined in, I rolled my eyes,

"I hopped in the cab here I am for the first time... look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign!

This is all so crazy!

Everybody seems so famous!!!"

I continued to ignore everybody else on the bus, reading,

"My tummy's turning and I'm feeling kinda homesick, too much pressure and I'm nervous!

But then the taxi man turns on the radio and the Jay-Z song was on!"

I looked up for a moment to see Elsa and Anna right in my face, the rest of the people in the bus dancing in their seats

"Oh my Norns... what...?" I laughed

"And the Jay-Z song was on

And the Jay-Z song was on!!!"

They paused, all looking at me expectingly, I sighed, giving up.

"So I put my hands up they're playing my song and the butterflies fly away!!!"

They all cheered and continued along with their almost scream singing

"Nodding my head like yeah!

Moving my hips like yeah!

Put my hands up they're playing my song and I know it's gonna be okay!

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah yeah!!!

It's a party in the USA!!!

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah yeah!!! "

"It's a party in the USA!!!!!" Elsa belted, and the others cheered and whooped and hollered.

Then the bus stopped,

"Okay guys we're here!" Banner called to the back.

Stark actually had managed to buy an entire private island somewhere in the Florida keys not far from key west, said it was going to be an biannual two weeks each spring break and summer vacation tradition, I had said that we're grown adults we don't have spring break or summer vacation anymore but he shushed me.

Everybody piled out of the bus.

Anna was the first to break the awed silence with a squeal of glee as she rushed excitedly to the little tiny house she and Kristoff would be staying in.

I rolled my eyes,

"So the lovebirds Anna and Kristoff obviously have their own little honeymoon-slash-love nest vacation cabana since they can't keep their hands off each other for literally a second or they'll burst into flames or something..."  I said,rolling my eyes and picking up my bags,

I expected to get a room to myself...

But stupid Stark had other ideas apparently.

"What do you mean Elsa and I have to share a room?!?" I shouted at Stark,

"You're both Frost giants? Nobody else wants to have to deal with the air conditioning turned up all the way all the time..."

That... actually made sense...

"But why not send her to stay with her sister? She loves her ice powers why not?"

"Because Anna thought that Elsa would feel awkward with them making out all the time," Stark said

I grimaced,

"Actually that makes sense... I wouldn't want to see my brother making out with his girlfriend who HAD to tag along either..." I sighed, glaring at Thor and Jane cuddling on a porch swing type thing on the beach, watching the sunrise.

It was sickening.

"Well... I guess if I had to share a room with anybody I'd rather it be her than any of you guys anyways no offense."

Banner huffed,

"How is that not offensive?"

"Because I'm sure you don't wanna see me all the time either?"

He frowned,

"Yeah I guess you're right... it would be kinda awkward having to sleep in the same room with some other guy... at least if it's not like a brother or a cousin or something..."

I sighed, This was going to be so awkward...

I wasn't expecting to share a room with anyone... I pretty much sleep in the nude in spring and summer because otherwise I'm burning up... being a frost giant and all...the temperature in America was a big change from Asgard or even Norway, so I didn't bring any pajamas...

If I had known...

I shook my head.

"Fine... I guess I'll just have to endure it..."

____________________________________

I pretty much passed out when I got all my stuff up to our room, Elsa had apparently beat me there because all her stuff was there, but she wasn't.

Which was a relief because I just wanted to take a nap... it was too damn early.

I was awoken at around 11 by the light being flicked on, and I was blinded, because I had closed the shades to block out any unnecessary heat.

"Okay OW!!!" I shouted, sitting up and rubbing my eyes,

"Oh my god Loki I'm so sorry! I didn't even know we were sharing a room I just came in here to change into my swimsuit! Like I had no idea where you even were!"

Oh... it was Elsa.

I sighed, covering my face with one arm, to block out the light until my eyes adjusted.

"Yeah... sorry... Stark said since we're both frost giants it'd be best... because otherwise whoever either of us roomed with would be freezing all the time." I finally removed my arm from in front of my face and saw her just standing in the doorway awkwardly.

"That... makes sense." She said, her cheeks slightly flushed,

"What?" I asked, confused She turned away,

"N-nothing."

Then I looked down, shit.

This looked really bad...

"Oh... uhh damn... I'm not nude I swear! I just took off my shirt because it's too damn hot here..." then she sighed in relief and turned back around.

"Okay good."

It was strange... she acted like... wait.

"Question..." I asked,

"Yeah?" She said,

But I hesitated,

"Nevermind... it's too awkward... you'll think I'm creepy or something."

"No no it's okay! You're my best friend!" She said cheerily smiling hugely.

I looked up at the ceiling to avoid looking at her face,

"How many men have you made love with?"

She was dead silent.

I looked back at her and she was flushed even deeper red now.

"You know what never mind I'm sorry I asked... that was out of line... it's just you were acting strange and I thought since we were friends it would be-"

"None."

I blinked,

"You're kidding...?"

"No... I was... waiting... for the right person... the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with...

But it's obviously not gonna happen now so... that's why."

I was genuinely curious now,

"You had feelings for someone?"

"Yeah... a long time ago... back when we were kids... I had a crush on this boy... I promised myself I'd wait until then... but obviously it didn't turn out that way so yeah..."

I thought for a moment...

It was just me and Thor that she and Anna hung out with  as far as I knew...

Of course she'd go for Thor... he was strong.. brave... handsome I supposed people would consider him handsome.

He was the kind of man every straight girl wanted.

Hell even some that weren't.

Nobody would go for a scholarly type beanpole like me.

To her I was like her slightly older brother...

Destined to be stuck as her best friend, forever...

I looked at her, in her turquoise bikini that was held together by just a knot tied in the back...

Damn... that was a pity...

I sighed, and sat up,

"So are you coming?" She said,

I raised one eyebrow,

"The sun is trying to light a fire and you're asking me to join you and the others to boil alive in the ocean?"

She laughed,

"No the others are having lunch at this seafood place by the beach, except Anna and Kristoff, they're out on a sailboat somewhere, so it'd be just you and me..."

Hmm... it was tempting... anything would be good to keep from burning alive to a crisp, and I was kind of bored being holed up in this hotel room all day.

But I was still agitated that she had a crush on Thor and never told me... I thought best friends were supposed to tell each other stuff like this?

You never told her you loved her, how's that for double standards, why should she tell you stuff like this when you won't even tell her? I thought,

Because I didn't wanna scare her off... shut up brain.

So I shook my head,

"No... I'm okay... I think I'll just read."

She shrugged,

"Suit yourself."

And then she was gone...

I shrugged and started reading this book I had packed that she had gotten me for Christmas last year of a giant encyclopedia type book of earth's natural history, she thought I'd find it interesting... and surprisingly she was right.

About 20 minutes later I get a text message from her...

I ignored it at first, assuming she was trying to beg me to join her again, but then my iPhone dinged again signaling another message had arrived and I groaned, turning over to open my phone.

Whoa...

It was a selfie, as midgardians called it...

But she was naked as the day she was born. It wasn't showing much, just her head neck and shoulders... but damn.

My hand covered my mouth in shock.

"Uhh..." I murmured,

Wrong person...? I texted back,

It was quiet for a moment, then...

You think so? 😘

No fucking way... now she was just messing with me.

Rude.  I texted back,

It's only rude if you didn't feel the same way... you wouldn't have asked earlier if you weren't curious... now get down here 😈

Damn. Caught red handed.

Thats mean...  and anyways I'm not up for some one night stand with my best friend okay... if you don't like me that way I'd rather not ruin what we have going on here thank you for the offer though. 😒

I hated to do that... but I wasn't up for heartbreak... I had dealt with enough of that to last two or three lifetimes.

Oh come on... you really think this is about a fling? You gotta give me a little more credit than That Lo...

I huffed,

I know who you were referring to when you said that earlier... and I'm not up for rebound I'm sorry.

I turned off the ringer, assuming that she would give up and I could finish reading the page I was on at least and then hop in the shower and maybe relive this ache in my-

But then immediately I get a text notification

Clearly you don't if you honestly think Thor is my type... you know me better than that... 😒

I was really annoyed now, why wouldn't she just stop... it almost hurt having to do the right thing for once in my life...

Then it's somebody else... either way I'm not interested...

I immediately got a text,

Its you you idiot... it's always been you... god for someone who's supposed to be so smart you really are clueless...

I dropped my phone in shock,

What...?

Then she sent another of those dirty selfies... this one actually showing a bit of her cleavage.

I was almost salivating.

Underneath it there was a text

Now that you've got Mr. Noble Prince Charming out of your system... you ready? 😏

I gulped,

This was really happening..,

oh my Norns...

my childhood self who silently worshiped the ground she walked on rejoiced.

Be right there 😘😈

"Oh Norns what do I do?!?" I hissed under my breath,

I mean I had made out and made love with girls before... and a couple guys along the way as well...

But my heart always came back to her...

She was my dream girl.

My mother would tell fairytales to Thor and I when we were children, and I always pictured her in my mind...

Obviously now that we were grown it was a LOT different... it was more than just pure innocent puppy love now...

Of course it wasn't as pure as it was when we were children.

Now carnal lust was involved too.

I groaned, disgusted with myself... she deserved better...

She deserved better than a villain, former or not.

But I wasn't going to pass this opportunity up either.

I had waited too damn long, and I had neglected my needs for too long over the past few years to turn back now.

So if she wanted me to be her first... she'd have me...

As long as she wanted me I'd stay with her.

I gulped, I was as giddy as a young boy again,

I stepped out of my shorts and into the blinding light outside.

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Christmas Duty

The sleet blew into Kristoff’s face as he paced on the castle ramparts.  Ruled by a Snow Queen or no, December weather in Arendelle could turn nasty in hours, and it had today.  

He ignored it.  Dressed in his harvester leathers, he was as warm as anyone could be in the face of the wind and blowing snow.  He was used to this sort of thing and it was just a distraction from his true concern.  He stopped and leaned on the wall, shading his eyes with one hand, trying to pierce the gloom and storm.  Nothing.  He could barely see the seawall, much less further out into the fjord.

A hand rested on his and he felt a warm body lean into him.  Surprisingly warm, considering it belonged to a woman who could generate ice and snow at a whim.

“The baby is asleep, Kristoff.  Gerda is watching her.”

A curt nod was all the acknowledgement the Queen of Arendelle got from him as he kept trying to see through the gloom.

“Kristoff!” That was her Snow Queen voice, and even her brother-in-law couldn’t ignore it.

“What?” It was almost a snarl.  He turned and looked at her, ready to add an angry comment, when he noticed her body language.

Elsa was tense, almost quivering.  She controlled her emotions firmly, only someone who knew her extremely well could tell that there was something bothering her.  And there were only two people in the world who knew her that well.  Sudden understanding penetrated Kristoff’s self-absorption.  Elsa was as worried as he was, maybe more.  She was remembering another storm, a storm that had taken her parents and left the two sisters orphans.

She took a deep breath and tried to smile. “The Admiral says that the last couple of patrol sloops reported that the storm only reached a few miles from here.  Her ship should make port tonight.”

He nodded, then reached out to pull her into an embrace.  Resting his chin on her head, he mumbled, “I know.  It won’t stop me from worrying, though.  Or you, either, no matter how much you try to hide it.”

Elsa returned the hug, not speaking.

They stood there, keeping vigil for another hour as the full dark of a December night fell over the kingdom.

“Tell me again why you had to send my wife away at Christmas?” Kristoff tried to keep any hint of resentment out of his voice but suspected he wasn’t entirely successful.

“It was necessary for someone high enough in the Arendelle government to go and help settle the dispute between Corona and Weselton.  If I had gone, the Duke might not have taken it well.  He still considers me an abomination. It could have turned into a war instead of an agreement.  That left Anna.”  Elsa looked up at him.  “I’m sorry, Kristoff.  If there had been any other way … “ Her voice trailed off.

“Yeah, I get it. Duty.”  They called him a prince now, but he hadn’t grown up under the yoke of  duty that Anna and Elsa had.  He understood duty, though.  Especially now that he was a married man with a daughter to raise.  Duty meant taking care of your family no matter how you felt.  Duty meant offering comfort to a woman who loved her sister as much as you loved your wife, even when you needed someone to comfort you.

Silence fell between them again until a figure came up the stairs to join them on the rampart.  It was Admiral Naismith.

“Your Majesty, Your Highness.” He saluted them and continued, “I have just received a message that says the Princess Anna’s ship is only a mile outside the breakwater, and the storm is rapidly dissipating.  She should be here within an hour or two, wind and wave permitting.”

“That’s good news, Admiral.  Perhaps I can help them find their way.”  Elsa stepped away from Kristoff, then made an expansive gesture.

A bolt of light rose up from the castle and formed a large glowing snowflake in the sky above them, a beacon to help guide the ship home.  Another gesture, and the seawall and lighthouses were clad in shimmering, shining ice, creating a light brighter than any oil lantern could provide. A last wave of her hand, and the snowflake glowing at the tip of the highest castle tower brightened until Kristoff swore he could see a faint shadow on the planks of the rampart.

“There.  Now, let’s go down to the dock, shall we?  I think I’m almost as impatient to see my sister again as you are to see your wife, Kristoff! Almost!” Kristoff blushed and Elsa had a merry twinkle in her eye, now, with the knowledge that Anna was safe and almost home.

By the time the little group had reached the quay, the ship was almost at the dock.  Elsa and Kristoff weren’t the only ones waiting for their loved ones, either.  A large crowd of families were gathered to wait for their sailors to return to them in time to celebrate the holiday.

When the ship slid gracefully to the dock and the lines were thrown down to tie it safely to the bollards, a cheer rose up, echoed by the sailors on the ship!  The gangplank was raised, but a certain feisty Princess couldn’t wait, Anna leaped the gap and ran down to the dock before it was even secured..

Kristoff found himself with an armful of his wife, hugging him so hard he thought he couldn’t breathe.  And then the kiss, the promise of more kisses later, the kiss that made up for a month-long absence from him and their little girl.  He teared up and hugged her back.

“I’ve missed you, Anna,” he breathed into her hair, glad that no one could see him cry.

“Not as much as I’ve missed you!”  She pulled back and wiped tears from her own cheeks, then looked around and squealed, “ELSA!”  Anna ran to her sister.

Kristoff smiled at the embrace the two sisters shared, the fiery redhead almost knocking her sister down with a leap into her open arms. Elsa was crying, too, and made no effort to hide it.  

They finally broke the hug, then turned to him, hand in hand. Anna reached out with her free hand to take his, then said, “Well, I think it’s time for some Yule glogg and krumkakes?  And then a hot bubble bath and warm nightclothes so we can all sit in front of the Yule fire tonight!”

“You got it, Feisty Pants!” Kristoff leaned over to whisper in her ear, “and I’ll be there to scrub your back, too!”

“You better be, or you’ll be spending the night with Sven in the stable!” Anna’s grin promised him warm hugs to come.

The three of them began to walk briskly back to the castle.  There were traditions to be had, and their family was together again.

Banged this out in kind of a hurry.  Dedicated to those women, the mothers and wives, whose duty takes them away from family during the holidays.  

“Your mother wears combat boots!” Is high praise, indeed.