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frozen-snowflakesandsunflowers · 5 months ago

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D23: Frozen content breakdown | Breakdown/ Analysis

What a day it was yesterday! So much content we were flooded with and especially for us with the Frozen 3 and 4 update! I'm sure you all know the latest deets but I would like it to break it all down and guess what it could all mean. So be prepared to read a lot! ❄️

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Frozen III logo

A couple of hours before the Frozen panel had begun, we were given a first look of the logo for Frozen 3:

It features the four elements symbols and two snowflakes too for Elsa and Anna as the fifth spirit. The III had a purple - pink gradient to it and the background had a spring scenery south blossom/ sakura trees and mountains far behind. Some of us predicted before that Frozen 3 would be set in Spring given Frozen being in winter/ summer and Frozen 3 in Autumn.

However, some people didn't believe this logo was real. But after the panel, Josh Gad put it on his stories and as a post on Instagram, the announcements and reveals made at the panel.

This must mean that it's real. But a more accurate, rendered logo was also revealed at the Panel and that Gad had also shared in his post.

So my conclusion is that the first one is a working title, a concept of what it would be like when it's promoted. The second one is a mix of the first Frozen logo and the second movie's logo combined being more 3D but still with a frozen effect. This logo is the official used rendered one whilst the first one is just a concept based on the implied spring theme of the movie. Both are real.

Frozen questions left unanswered

When the Panel began we were given a flood of questions on the board that were the questions the fans had after Frozen 2, aka the questions that were left unanswered. Here they are:

Who gave Elsa her powers?

Why doesn't Anna have powers?

Was there a fifth spirit before?

What kind of Queen will Anna be?

Will Kristoff be a King?

Do they [Anna & Kristoff] want kids?

Where are Kristoff's parents?

How did Kristoff meet Sven?

How can Sven be so old and still so virile?

Why is Olaf alive?

What about Marshmallow and the snowgies?

Is it “Hoo Hoo” or “You Hoo”?

What are Elsa's powers still growing?

Why are their castle ruins throughout Ahotohallan?

Where do the nature spirits come from?

Do we still need to beware of the Frozen Heart?

Who is the Frozen Heart?

What happened to Hans?

These questions will most likely be answered in Frozen 3 and 4, as they are confirmed to be a two part film. These are actually really good and interesting questions we have that we do need to have answered. I actually want to try and analyse (and answer them for fun!) them because some people might feel some have already answered so why the need to answer them again?

Who gave Elsa her powers?

We already know that Ahotohallan is where her powers come from. That's the source along with the other four spirits. But they probably felt like they didn't make it clear enough. Some people before Frozen 2 had theorized that there was a Snow Queen who gave Iduna something that caused Elsa to have powers. Maybe there's more to Ahotohallan than we know.

Why doesn't Anna have powers?

This isn't addressed in the movie other than the fact that Elsa and Anna are both the fifth spirit and the bridge which has two sides. But why doesn't Anna, I believe that's because the fifth spirit's role is to create balance between the powerful and the powerless (in a literal magical form). The fifth spirit was never just one being I don't think. It was always two to have one with powers and one without and have the two form a deep unbreakable bond so that humans and magical entities would look at them and see that though different, they can get along and have peace amongst each other, and live in harmony. If both were magical it would defeat the objective of creating peace between the two different types of beings

Was there a fifth spirit before?

I think yes because in the Myth VR on Disney plus, it was revealed that there was a fifth spirit before Elsa and Anna but after it created harmony with the other spirits and humans, it disappeared creating disharmony in the forest and caused the spirits to rage. Then the other four spirits managed to calm down until they were raged again by King Runeard's war between Arendelle and Northuldra. Even if this isn't canon I still believe there was one. I think it's important to know because it could be important with the journey Elsa and Anna next go on.

What kind of Queen will Anna be?

Her own kind of Queen. She will continue to bring peace and joy to Arendelle while also supporting the Northuldra tribe as her statues unveiling had suggested. She won't try to be Elsa. She's not Elsa. She's Anna. She may be the fifth spirit But whether or not she realises that she'll help maintain peace between magic and humans will Elsa's support too.

Will Kristoff be a King?

If Anna does abdicate from the throne then yes. To be exact he would be a king Consort. At the end of Frozen 2 we saw Anna greet the public as Queen and unveil the statue of her parents and kids. That wasn't the coronation which is confirmed and this confirms it too as it asks will he be king? and not is he king? I loved Elsa as Queen but she probably felt that she couldn't take care of Arendelle as she had to restore and look after Northuldra/ the enchanted forest and felt Anna deserved it after she had scared her and Arendelle twice without a doubt.

Do they [Anna & Kristoff] want kids?

That's a question that none of us thought of? Do they want kids? I think they do but will find it hard to do if there's threats and danger around. Anna definitely would be a lovely mother and Kristoff and lovable dad. But I don't think we'll see them have kids so soon, at least not in the beginning of the movie, like we won't immediately be introduced to them I don't think.

Where are Kristoff's parents?

A question we've been asking since the first movie. All we know is that he grew up as an ice harvester. He seems to have grown up independently with Sven. I can't even guess the answer because I'll probably be wrong anyway.

How did Kristoff meet Sven?

Another question regarding Kristoff's backstory we've been longing to see. It's nice to see they're including Kristoff's backstory now. The first two movies were about the sisters backstory and development arcs (and 3 and 4 continue that) but now we can finally learn about Kristoff!

How can Sven be so old and still so virile?

No clue! I never noticed that actually. I never thought of why. I don't know much about reindeer so I didn't know that Sven was so old yet so virile. Perhaps when he was young he was injured and the trolls may have healed him giving him a longer youthful life. I'm certain the trolls have a role in this if it's magic related.

Why is Olaf alive?

Why not how!! Another really interesting question that I can answer. We all know how he is alive because we saw Elsa bring him back to life but why was he brought back? He's still an important part of the sister bond and individually he has much more in him than we have seen. Plus he's Olaf and we love Olaf!

What about Marshmallow and the snowgies?

I believe they all too, along with the ice castle and all other permanent creations of Elsa, got restored either automatically after Elsa's return or by hand when Elsa got the chance. They too are as iconic as Olaf is. I hope they return in Frozen 3. They're so lovable and cute - it would be a fun addition to the movie.

Is it “Hoo Hoo” or “You Hoo”?

I always thought it was... “Yoo Hoo” because that's what people say. Hoo Hoo is an owl's line lol and one says that.

What are Elsa's powers still growing?

Just as we grow individually sometimes in height, in character, in what we feel, powers are no different. They grow as we grow inside. And Jen Lee has previously said that her powers will reach a new height in Frozen 3.

Why are their castle ruins throughout Ahotohallan?

I think they are referring to Ahotohallan as a castle and inside and out it looks ruined. During Show Yourself Elsa has to lift things up and add things to get across to the place where the memories are held. I theorize that the previous fifth spirit may have done something to Ahotohallan or to its power and caused chaos that caused Ahotohallan to have ruins in it. Ahotohallan probably was the previous fifth spirit's castle and when it went rouge Ahotohallan may have been left abandoned and ruined.

Where do the nature spirits come from?

Ahotohallan is where their powers are from. But perhaps it's more complicated than that and it needs to be addressed for lore reasons. There's more to Ahotohallan than we know.

Do we still need to beware of the Frozen Heart?

Oooooh!! My favourite question along with the next two. Do we? We must be if it's even a question at this point?

Who is the Frozen Heart?

Who? Frozen Heart is a person?! It was literally Anna in Frozen but metaphorically it was Elsa. Maybe someone else will be the Frozen Heart. Hans? Kristoff? A new character/ being?

What happened to Hans?

A question we've needed answering since Frozen and one that Hans fans have been trying to answer. His backstory based on official and unofficial media is that he has 12 brothers but they all or at least most of them treat him poorly along with his dad because he's the last child and last in line to the throne. That means, they think Hans as unworthy and unless of anything. So why did the Queen and King have another child? Probably as an accident child or just because. I'm sure the Queen is loving. He was sent back at the end of Frozen to his home, the Southern Isles so they can deal with him themselves and they did. As punishment they made him do chores like sweep up horse poop as seen towards the end of Frozen Fever before Elsa's giant snowball accidentally yet subconsciously hit him causing his major injuries. The southern Isles didn't immediately know where the snowball came from. But what happened to him after that? In a poster in the new Frozen Park in Hong Kong, it is revealed that Elsa and Anna invited the Southern Isles among other kingdoms to celebrate a year since Anna sacrificed herself to the Elsa and the Kingdom.

Hans couldn't come because he was injured. But his return is almost certain in Frozen 3 with his rise in unofficial/ canon media. Will he return as a villain or a redeemed hero is to be determined. I don't think he should return as a villain. If he did he would have taken his revenge out during Frozen 2, as he would have been recovered by then. Seeing the concept art of Frozen 3, which I'm about to go onto, it looks like we'll see mythical beings and a world bigger than Ahotohallan. Hans wouldn't fit as a villain in the expanded world of magic because he doesn't seem to be interested in magic in that greed sense. I think he'll be redeemed and help them in their new quest. Perhaps he does have tied with magic in his ancestry as we know nothing about his family.

All these questions are ones that the team feel like they need to answer in the next two movies and I think that's good. Along with showing something new, we get answers from questions we've long waited for too. And I think it's a good strategy for them to tell us the questions we've been asking so that they can answer it in the movies. They're letting us know that they can hear us and want to fulfil our wishes while telling a new story. It's good communication in my opinion.

Frozen 3 concept art and new release date

Jennifer Lee also revealed the concept art of Frozen 3. I'm sure there must've been dozens of art but this one may have been the direction they're headed in.

We have a beautiful calm colour palette that reminds me of dawn/ dusk of spring. Trees are on either side, golden light beams from behind a mystical palace in the left centre. Flowers and leaves present hinting at a Spring setting. Anna's on a horse with Olaf and Elsa on the Nokk on the river both heading to the palace-like place. The scene is set at night as the aurora borealis/ northern lights can be seen arising from the castle. Perhaps this castle has some connection to the northern lights. In the Lego Northern lights series, the trolls crystals are the ones to cause the northern lights or have a connection to them. I don't think the Lego series is canon but I do wonder if the trolls will have a role in this too.

Elsa and Anna are in their Frozen 2 attires, Anna in her travel one and Elsa in her fifth spirit one but with boots (for practical reasons). That doesn't mean that's their final look. Frozen 2's early concept art had Elsa and Anna in their Frozen looks. Olaf looks worried as he points to something off scene.

Just below the direction in which he points, in the river, lies a shadowy creature. It could be that that's the shadow of the creature Olaf points to. The creature appears to have horns and hold a staff/ spear with a sharp end.

Just below the palace-like place is a land. I was going to say Ahtohallan but the silhouettes are different.

So it seems like this place is unknown. If they went North in Frozen 2, perhaps Thai time they're going south, which is why Hans could appear. But that's just a guess.

During the panel it is also revealed that the release date is November 2027 having it moved back by a year from its original 2026 release date. 2027 seems quite far away just when we felt we were getting closer to Frozen 3 but we'll just have to be patient and hope we get some other Frozen content released meanwhile.

Frozen: Winter Festival short form series?

That's everything that was revealed regarding Frozen 3, but no word on the series that was revealed by dolls and their descriptions. I believe since the movie got delayed by a year, probably to spend more time developing the two part movies (which is a good thing so we avoid the mistakes caused by rush in production for Frozen 2), the short form series will be delayed by a year. That would mean the announcement could be closer to time in next year's D23. That or they wanted to announce the series later. The dolls are to be released in September and the series is said to be released this fall. That is of course unless they have delayed it by a year but we'll have to wait and see if anything gets said before September otherwise consider it delayed by a year (😭).

And that's all the information given to us for now. Frozen 3 looks so good and promising - the vibe of spring with a deeper fantasy element is making me extremely excited! New places, new seasons, new characters, expanded lore, possible character returns, new looks and more!! Can't wait!! And yeah though my patience is sad that Frozen 3 had been delayed by a year, I'm glad because it means they can spend more time on the movie, to develop it properly and not repeat the same mistake they made with Frozen 2 with no good planning and a rushed development to the run up of the movie.

And the Frozen: Winter Festival I'm also excited for. I think Frozen needs a canon series in its franchise.

The future looks big and bright for the franchise! ❄️

Any new info or details I have not mentioned please let me know! Any questions for me please feel free to drop them in the "Ask" box

#disney frozen #frozen 3 #frozen #frozen 4 #elsa #elsa of arendelle #snow queen elsa #queen elsa #anna #anna of arendelle #queen anna #hans #frohana #disney #wdas #prince hans #prince hans of the southern isles #helsa #long post alert

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otomesakura20 · 4 months ago

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Princess week Elsa ❄️

Ok before anything yes I’m producing these rather quickly. Portraits take me no time at all to finish at minimum max 1 hour or so. I had Harumi and Rapunzel completed and almost completed to post today.😁 Also I need to get these done stat because I have another birthday project to work on for Inuyasha and Harumi and it’s needed for this Sunday.😮‍💨 yes I know when to take breaks lol. And yes I’m devoted and determined and stubborn lol.

Anyway let’s continue shall we?!

Elsa is yes a queen I know but she’s still considered a Disney princess. Everything about Elsa is likable to me. I like her personality and I consider to kind of have her personality just a bit. Reserved and quiet but yet still with attitude if needed. I love her ice dress and fifth spirit dress. I’m an only child but sometimes I would like to have a sister or brother and Elsa’s relationship with her sister is typical but also wholesome. There’s a ship that I’m all for and I think it’s a terrific match, Jelsa. Yep, Jack Frost and Elsa.🥰❤️

#elsa of arendelle #snow queen elsa #frozen #elsa fanart #elsa frozen #frozen 2 #queen elsa #disney princess #princess #princess week #internatonal world princess week

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frozen10fanzine · 1 year ago

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Elsa has discovered new memories in Ahtohallan

Release: July 1, 2024 ❄️

But for some reason, she can’t access them.

She's tried everything! Her own magic, the assistance of the spirits, even Northuldra wisdom! Nothing works!

But Elsa has a feeling.

It’s the same feeling that told her to trust the voice that brought her north to Ahtohallan. It’s the same feeling that told her the spirits of the Enchanted Forest are good. Now, that feeling is telling Elsa to talk to her sister.

Anna, the Queen of Arendelle.

The sisters don’t quite know it yet, but those memories they are about to find are yours.

Introducing...

A fanzine, for fans, by fans! Created and shared for 6 months!

Elsa and Anna will descend into the depths of Ahtohallan to find our memories of Frozen. You see, Elsa and Anna together are the Fifth Spirit. To see these memories they need to work together to part the ice. As they do, they will find more and more memories through each year, through a whole decade! They will find everything—the movies, the books, the spin-offs—and our memories too!

Those memories are your creativity!

Submissions are closed ❄️✌🏻

We are calling YOU, the fans of Frozen, to share your creativity! Art, poems, photography, non-fiction, short fiction! Frozen has touched so many hearts… what does your heart have to say about it? What year means the most to you? What are your memories?

Let’s show Anna and Elsa together!

If you are so inclined, you can find more information below:

Water Has Memory: A Frozen Decade is a fan project in the form of a fanzine created and shared over 6 months - starting with the 10th Anniversary, November 27, 2023 to April 27, 2024 the End of May 2024.

The fanzine will be in chronological order over the ten years that Frozen has been with us (2013-2023). Each memory that is submitted will be placed in the appropriate year of the contributor's choosing.

At the end of this 6-month journey, the fanzine will be brought together as one PDF.

The submissions period is OPEN. We are accepting submissions for EVERY YEAR. Submissions WILL CLOSE April 12, 2024. Submissions for each year will be open until we reach the maximum submissions for that year.

There will be a maximum of 10 SUBMISSIONS accepted per year.

We are accepting submissions in the form of: Art, photography, short fiction, non-fiction, poetry - Art – All art accepted EXCEPT FOR animatics and longform comics - Photography – All photography accepted except for 18+ content - Short fiction – Fanfiction is welcome! Word count: 1000 words max, 500 words min - Non-fiction – Word count: 700 words max, 400 words min - Poetry – 20 lines max, No shorter than a Haiku

The means of submissions can be found in two places. On THIS TUMBLR and through our email, [email protected]. When you submit your piece, please include what name/handle you would like to sign your work with, what year (2013-2023) you would like your piece to be placed under, if you so choose your bio of no more than 100 words (to be used when the full fanzine is brought together at the end), and if you so choose an image/character/picture to be used alongside your bio (to be used when the full fanzine is brought together at the end).

Please DO NOT submit a piece unless you are certain you can commit the time and energy needed for the project (i.e. communication, meeting the appropriate standards, punctuality, adaptation to change, etc.)

Please understand that this is a project for fans OF ALL AGES. We are PG-13 here at most. There is no hate for 18+ content, this is just not the place for it. That said: OFFENSIVE CONTENT WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED. This includes: - Hate speech - Gore - Bullying/Gatekeeping/Shaming THIS IS NOT AN 18+ PROJECT - No NSFW content - Keep the language appropriate

If you have any more questions, please reach out on our tumblr or at [email protected]

We look forward to seeing your memories ❄️

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extraordinary-guardians · 10 months ago

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🩵❄️💙❄️🩵

“There’s only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved.”

-George Sand

#jelsa #jelsafanart #jelsa fanart #jelsa edit #royalfrost #jack frost x fifth spirit elsa #jack frost x elsa #🩵❄️💙❄️🩵

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grandisknight · 4 months ago

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i like to play a fun game of ‘guess what banners and events are coming up’ (aka predictions and speculations) so feel free to hear me out and take everything with a grain of salt ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎

+ date ranges for anything after zayne’s birthday are just placeholders ;; (unless i’m citing from actual banners/events)

+ will emphasize that these are just my opinions (✍️) ! purely for fun and if it’s not your cup of tea then that’s okay have a good day ٩( 'ω' )و

also infold pls do not smite me i’m just a girl with thoughts

okay so in an ideal world (mine) this is what’s cooking…

we have zayne’s birthday for a week (0831-0907)

his birthday is on 09/05 ; eternal attachment banner + birthday event

(✍️) and then for two weeks afterwards we could have a solo limited banner (either rafayel or sylus)

last time rafayel had a solo banner was his “private trip” card from 05/28-06/07

sylus was “no defense zone” from 07/15-08/01

however i wouldn’t be surprised if they end up doing a xavier solo banner / his last one was “faint sensation” from 04/19-29 so he’s long overdue… 😭 my blue eyed king comeback

in addition to the end of the month : first story branch that will go into last week of september into the first week of october (potentially 09/22-10/05)

based on july’s 2.0 livestream and follow-up SNS posts, the order has been implied to be zayne-rafayel-xavier (not confirmed) (just speculation)

(✍️) lowkey hoping we get to see zayne’s first

(✍️) i hope it’s similar to how they handled long awaited revelry’s debut in that we get a 10 day event to complete tasks and get resources 🫡

and THEN

(✍️) from like 10/11-18 xavier’s birthday banner and event runs for a week (his birthday is 10/16)

new birthday card, make a cake, the usual bday festivities shall commence

(✍️) following this, if story branches are released towards the ends of months, then the second story branch at the end of the month from 10/20-11/02 (rafayel?) and potentially third story branch from 11/24-12/07 (xavier?)

(✍️) rinse and repeat with solo limited banners and multis/precise wishes sprinkled in between and we’ll eventually find ourselves at the first anniversary ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎ uwah…

(✍️) additional thoughts i have

halloween and christmas events/memories i think absolutely yes please feed us into the holiday spirit and give fun outfits/cards for the boys

i’d like to think that potentially sylus’ 2nd myths could come out this year just to be on par with the other boys, since ❄️⭐️🐠 are done for the year! though it would make more sense if it came out in like a future update alongside caleb… so they can both have myths…

fingers crossed that the next BP is zayne/xavier from september-november since we currently have rafayel/sylus as a duo (07/15-09/11)

sometime by the end of this year hopefully we’ll get to see zayne and sylus’ free 5* memories from heartfelt gift login campaigns!

who knows, they’ll probably sprinkle in another 10 days with you free 4* memory campaign again in there somewhere (gestures towards the current zayne ‘doomsday’ event)

fifth LI… come home soon… 🍎 (i personally believe there’s only going to be 5 main LIs)

(✍️) + in my opinion, an LI has to be relevant to the main story + mc’s story — ❄️⭐️🐠🐦‍⬛🍎 fit those qualifications from the get-go

+ ch1 alone introduced all of them: ⭐️ first mission, 🐠 at the fountain, ❄️ doctor’s appointment, 🍎 call/text, 🐦‍⬛ red eye foreshadowing

+ the specific focuses of the main story were as follows: ch4 🍎, ch5 ❄️, ch6 ⭐️, ch7 🐠, long-awaited revelry ch1-2 🐦‍⬛

therefore i can’t really fathom any new additions otherwise for an LI beyond those five (though, time will tell depending on the story development i guess) (i’m excited nonetheless)

thank yew for coming to my ted talk

#grandisknight musings #gklnd #love and deepspace #love and deepspace theory

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fuqnia · 22 days ago

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Hollow Bells and Hidden Promises

Kyle Broflovski x Eric Cartman

(❁´◡`❁) | [A/N] hii, this is my fifth oneshot that's apart of my ficmas! this is also on ao3. ❤️❄️🎄

(❁´◡`❁) | Warning(s) : drinking and typical cartman behavior

(❁´◡`❁) | Synopsis : Kyle and Cartman’s snarky holiday tradition battle turns emotional, culminating in a surprising kiss in the snowy night.

The Broflovski house was glowing with warmth, light spilling out through the windows as the faint hum of chatter and laughter reached the snowy street. Inside, the dining room table was laden with plates of latkes, steaming bowls of matzo ball soup, and platters of sufganiyot dusted with powdered sugar. The smell of fried potatoes and sweet dough hung heavy in the air, mingling with the soft melody of Hebrew songs coming from the living room where Sheila was proudly leading a chorus of extended family.

Kyle leaned against the wall near the kitchen, cringing every time his mother’s voice hit a high note. He didn’t hate Hanukkah, but the yearly gathering of overenthusiastic relatives and enough food to feed a small country wasn’t exactly his idea of a relaxing holiday. At least tonight was low-key enough that he could hang back and avoid the worst of the questioning about his grades or why he wasn’t dating anyone yet.

But then the front door burst open.

“ What up, my fellow Chosen People? ”

Kyle froze, his stomach dropping as Eric Cartman strode into the house like he owned the place. Snow dusted his boots and jacket, his face ruddy from the cold, but that smirk on his lips was as infuriating as ever.

“Cartman?!” Kyle snapped, straightening up. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Cartman ignored him, sniffing the air dramatically. “Damn, you Jews know how to cook. Smells like oppression and potatoes in here. My favorite.”

“ Eric! ” Sheila’s voice rang out from the living room. She appeared in the doorway, her hands on her hips. “What are you doing barging into my house on Hanukkah?! Don’t you have your own holiday to celebrate?”

Cartman flashed her a grin, not missing a beat. “Well, Mrs. Broflovski, I just wanted to come by and see how the other half lives, you know? Us Christians, we’re big on generosity this time of year. Thought I’d spread some Christmas cheer.”

“By inviting yourself to our Hanukkah party ?” Kyle asked, his voice dripping with disbelief. “Cartman, get the fuck out!”

“Whoa, relax, Kyle!” Cartman held up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m here to learn. So tell me, what’s this one about again? Something about a menorah or some oil lasting a week? Sounds like the same miracle my mom pulls when she keeps our electric bill under fifty bucks.”

Kyle groaned, dragging a hand down his face as his relatives exchanged confused and mildly offended glances. “Mom, seriously, throw him out.”

“Don’t be rude, bubbeleh,” Sheila scolded, though her tone was more exasperated than welcoming. “Eric’s clearly hungry, and there’s plenty of food.”

“Oh, I’m the rude one?” Kyle snapped, gesturing wildly as Cartman made a beeline for the table, already grabbing a latke with his bare hands.

“ Mmm, ” Cartman said loudly, shoving the fried potato into his mouth. “Not bad. Could use some bacon, though.”

A collective gasp echoed around the room as several of Kyle’s relatives exchanged horrified looks. Kyle’s jaw dropped. “Cartman, are you fucking serious? Bacon?! ”

“What?” Cartman said through a mouthful of latke. “It’s not my fault you guys don’t know how to take food to the next level. I’m just saying, a little crispy pig never hurt anyone. Well, except the pig. And, I guess, your whole religion or whatever.”

“That’s it!” Kyle stomped over, grabbing Cartman by the arm. “You’re leaving. Right fucking now!”

“Dude, chill,” Cartman said, yanking his arm free and grabbing a handful of sufganiyot on the way. “I’m doing you a favor, okay? Letting you experience the Christmas spirit for once. You know, a real holiday.”

Kyle’s face turned red. “Are you kidding me? You’re going to crash my family’s Hanukkah party and talk shit about it?”

“Hey, I’m not the one forcing everyone to sit around a candelabra and talk about oil,” Cartman said with a shrug, licking powdered sugar off his fingers. “Meanwhile, at my house, we’ve got lights, trees, gifts, and ham. Big upgrade, if you ask me.”

“No one asked you, you antisemitic piece of shit!” Kyle shouted.

“Whoa, whoa!” Cartman said, holding up his hands in mock offense. “I’m just saying, if you’re gonna pick a holiday, why not pick one with some actual fun? Like Christmas, the superior holiday. Can’t we just agree on that?”

“ No, we can’t,” Kyle snapped, his fists clenched at his sides. “Now get the hell out before I make you!”

But Cartman just grinned, plopping into a chair and reaching for another plate of latkes. “Not until I’m done celebrating Hanukkah, dude. You can’t just kick out a guest of honor.”

Kyle groaned, feeling his blood pressure skyrocket as Cartman continued to raid the table. The sound of someone laughing—probably Kenny—didn’t help. The worst part was that his mom wasn’t doing anything about it, instead offering Cartman more napkins and looking pleased that someone was enjoying the food.

After what felt like hours of Cartman stuffing his face with latkes, matzo ball soup, and an alarming number of sufganiyot, he leaned back in his chair, letting out a loud, obnoxious burp. His stomach strained against his jacket, and the smirk on his face was that of a man who thought he’d just conquered the world.

“Alright, Broflovski,” he said, tossing his napkin on the table like he’d finished a Michelin-starred meal. “I’ll give it to you—your mom knows how to cook. I mean, sure, everything’s missing bacon and seasoning, but it’s a solid attempt for Jew food.”

Kyle’s eye twitched as he clenched his fists at his sides. “Cartman, if you’re done making a complete ass of yourself, you can leave now.”

“Leave?!” Cartman gasped dramatically, holding a hand to his chest. “Kyle, I can’t leave yet! I still have to teach you how a real holiday works.”

Kyle stared at him, his mouth tightening into a thin line. “Cartman, I swear to God—”

“Don’t worry, Kyle. You don’t have to thank me. I’m just here to help.” Cartman pushed himself to his feet, waddling over to the kitchen counter. His gaze scanned the table before zeroing in on the pile of leftover latkes. “Now, first order of business: your food sucks. You know what would make this better? Bacon.”

“Cartman, I swear to fucking God—” Kyle started, but Cartman was already rummaging through the fridge.

“Found it!” Cartman exclaimed triumphantly, pulling out a package of bacon and holding it up like a trophy. He looked back at Kyle, grinning. “See, this is the problem with your people, Kyle. You’ve been oppressing yourselves this whole time! No wonder you’re all so uptight.”

Kyle’s face went crimson as he stormed across the kitchen. “You are not putting bacon on my mom’s food! Do you have any idea how offensive that is?!”

“Yeah, yeah, cry me a river,” Cartman said, waving him off. “I’m just trying to help you guys step up your holiday game. You’re welcome.”

“Cartman, you’re such a piece of shit,” Kyle snarled, snatching the bacon out of his hand and slamming it onto the counter.

“Wow, great hospitality, Kyle,” Cartman said, crossing his arms. “You wonder why nobody wants to come to these boring-ass Jew parties. Maybe if you didn’t spend eight days talking about a fucking lamp, people would actually want to hang out with you.”

At that moment, Stan and Kenny walked into the kitchen, clearly drawn by the commotion. Stan looked between Kyle, Cartman, and the open bacon package with a mix of confusion and resignation. “What the fuck is going on in here?”

“Kyle’s just mad because I’m improving Hanukkah,” Cartman said smugly. “Dude should be thanking me, honestly. Do you see this table? It’s like a fried potato convention.”

“Improving Hanukkah with bacon?” Kenny asked, smirking as he leaned against the doorway. “Yeah, that sounds totally respectful, dude. Good job.”

“Don’t you fucking start,” Kyle snapped, pointing a finger at Kenny.

Kenny raised his hands in mock surrender, though his grin didn’t fade. “Hey, man, I’m just here to watch the show.”

“Yeah, don’t blame Kenny,” Cartman said, grinning. “He’s probably just happy there’s free food. Must be nice, huh, Kenny? Getting a real meal for once.”

Kenny’s smirk tightened slightly, but he didn’t take the bait. “Cool, Cartman. Real original. You gonna bring my family into it next, or you wanna just skip to calling me a hobo?”

“Not my fault you’re poor,” Cartman said with a shrug. “I’m just saying, this must be, like, the highlight of your month. Right after you dug dinner out of a dumpster last night.”

Kenny opened his mouth to respond, but Stan cut in before he could. “Cartman, seriously? Shut the fuck up.”

Cartman turned to Stan, his grin widening. “Oh, what’s the matter, Stan? You wanna get involved? Don’t you have another beer to shotgun or something?”

Stan sighed heavily, rubbing his temple. “Yeah, okay, cool. Alcoholic jokes. Like I haven’t heard that one before.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you drink like my mom every time you’re stressed,” Cartman said with mock concern. “I mean, what’s next? AA meetings in Kyle’s kitchen?”

“Cartman, shut up! ” Kyle finally exploded, his voice echoing off the walls. His face was bright red, his hands trembling as he pointed at Cartman. “You’ve been here for less than an hour, and you’ve managed to insult my family, shit on my religion, and piss me off so much I’m about two seconds away from punching you in the face!”

“Whoa, calm down, Kyle,” Cartman said, holding up his hands. “I’m just trying to spread some Christmas spirit.”

Kyle’s fists clenched, his jaw tightening as he glared at Cartman. “You don’t give a shit about Christmas! You’re just here to be a fucking asshole, like always!”

The kitchen fell silent for a moment, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Cartman’s smirk faltered just slightly as he looked at Kyle, his eyes narrowing.

“Whatever,” Cartman muttered, turning back to the table. “You’re just mad because I’m right.”

Kyle let out a sharp, frustrated breath, shaking his head as he stormed toward the back door. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, yanking it open and stepping outside into the snow.

For a moment, the kitchen was quiet again. Then Kenny glanced at Stan, his eyebrows raised.

“Ten bucks says Cartman follows him,” Kenny said, smirking.

Stan sighed, grabbing a beer from the fridge. “I’m not betting on that shit. Let’s just hope Kyle doesn’t kill him.”

Cartman stood in the kitchen for a moment, his smirk returning as he grabbed another latke off the table. “What? You think I’m scared of Broflovski? He wouldn’t last five seconds.” He stuffed the latke into his mouth and marched toward the door.

“Here we go,” Kenny muttered under his breath, chuckling as Cartman disappeared outside.

The cold hit Kyle like a slap as he stepped outside, snow crunching under his boots. The back porch was dark, the light above the door flickering faintly, but at least it was quiet. The muffled noise of the party inside—the laughter, the clatter of plates, Cartman’s infuriating voice—faded into the background as he leaned against the railing, letting out a sharp breath.

His fists were still clenched at his sides, his whole body tense from the argument. Every fiber of him wanted to march back in there and deck Cartman for being such a colossal asshole, for shitting all over his family, his faith, and his holiday traditions like it was some big fucking joke.

But that wasn’t the whole story, was it?

Kyle gritted his teeth, tilting his head back to stare at the stars. The snow was falling in soft flurries, the kind that stuck to his hair and melted on his skin. It reminded him of being a kid, back when Cartman was just the loud, obnoxious brat on the sledding hill instead of the loud, obnoxious everything. Back when things were simpler—before Kyle had to admit to himself that Cartman wasn’t just some enemy he hated.

Because he didn’t hate him. Not really.

The thought sent a twist of frustration through Kyle’s chest. It would’ve been easier if he did. If Cartman was just the vile, selfish piece of shit he acted like most of the time. Then Kyle wouldn’t have to think about all the times Cartman had surprised him—like when he’d pulled Kyle back from the brink of death in that smug storm in San Francisco, risking his own life in the process. Or when he’d defended Kyle against Cartman’s own goddamn mother during the "Crack Baby Basketball League" mess. Those moments weren’t often, but they were enough to make Kyle hesitate, enough to leave him questioning why Cartman of all people sometimes gave a shit.

And that hesitation—that fucking doubt —is what really pissed him off.

“Fucking Cartman,” Kyle muttered under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair. “Why do you always have to be so... you ?”

He could still hear the things Cartman had said ringing in his ears. The Jewish jokes, the mocking tone, the smug little smirk that made Kyle’s blood boil. He was an asshole, through and through, and yet... yet there was something under all of it. Something Kyle couldn’t completely ignore.

Was it possible to despise someone and still feel... whatever the hell this was?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open behind him. Kyle didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. The familiar heavy footsteps, the crunch of snow under boots—Cartman was impossible to mistake.

“What the fuck do you want, Cartman?” Kyle snapped, his voice sharp but unsteady.

Cartman stepped out onto the porch, letting the door close behind him. He didn’t answer right away, just shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and leaned against the railing a few feet away from Kyle. For once, he looked almost... subdued.

“You ran out here like someone lit a menorah under your ass,” Cartman said finally, his tone lighter than Kyle had expected. “Figured I should check and make sure you weren’t gonna have an aneurysm or something.”

Kyle huffed, glaring at him out of the corner of his eye. “I came out here to get away from you. ”

“Yeah, well,” Cartman said, smirking faintly. “Doesn’t seem like it worked.”

Kyle rolled his eyes, but the bite in his response was weaker now. “You’re such a fucking asshole, Cartman. Do you even know how exhausting it is to deal with you?”

“Oh, I’m exhausting?” Cartman shot back, turning toward him fully. “You’re the one who goes full-on Red Sea every time I open my mouth. Maybe if you stopped being so easy to piss off, I wouldn’t have to try so hard.”

Kyle let out a bitter laugh, his breath fogging in the cold air. “You’re unbelievable. You show up to my mom’s party, insult my family, shit all over my religion, and somehow I’m the problem?”

Cartman shrugged, looking almost bored. “You make it too easy, dude. Besides, you like getting mad at me.”

That stopped Kyle short. His glare faltered, his lips parting slightly as the words sunk in. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Cartman turned his gaze back to the snow, his smirk fading slightly. “You heard me. You’d be bored as fuck without me.”

Kyle blinked, his chest tightening. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Yeah? Then why do you keep putting up with me?” Cartman asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharper than usual.

Kyle froze. He didn’t have an answer for that—not one that made sense, anyway. Because Cartman wasn’t wrong, was he? Despite everything, despite how much of an asshole he was, Kyle kept letting him back in. Kept engaging, kept arguing, kept... caring.

It was infuriating.

“I don’t know,” Kyle said finally, his voice quieter now. “Maybe I’m just fucking stupid.”

Cartman snorted, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Well, that’s not news.”

Kyle shot him a look, but the anger had drained from his expression. He was left with something messier, something raw and confusing that he didn’t have the energy to fight anymore.

“You’re not just an asshole,” Kyle muttered, more to himself than to Cartman.

“What’s that?” Cartman asked, leaning closer with a mocking grin. “Did you just admit I’m awesome?”

“Don’t push it,” Kyle snapped, but the heat in his tone was gone. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair again. “I just... I don’t get you, man. You’re such a prick, but then you go and do something decent, and it fucks with my head. It’s like there are two completely different versions of you, and I don’t know which one’s real.”

Cartman didn’t respond right away. For once, he wasn’t smirking, wasn’t making a joke. He just looked at Kyle, his expression unreadable, before finally muttering, “Maybe they both are.”

Kyle stared at him, his heart hammering in his chest. The tension between them felt like a live wire, humming in the cold night air. For a moment, neither of them moved, the snow falling softly around them, the only sound their breathing.

Kyle’s breath hitched at Cartman’s words. Maybe they both are. What the fuck was that even supposed to mean? Since when did Cartman say anything remotely introspective, let alone about himself?

He felt that familiar churn of frustration in his chest, but this time, it was tangled with something deeper—something he couldn’t name and didn’t want to face. He’d always known Cartman was a complicated mess, a cocktail of arrogance, cruelty, and just enough humanity to keep him in their orbit. But hearing Cartman admit that out loud, even in his own twisted way, cracked something open in Kyle that he didn’t know how to handle.

“Bullshit,” Kyle muttered, though his voice lacked conviction.

Cartman raised an eyebrow, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “What’s bullshit?”

“You,” Kyle said, his tone sharper now, trying to ground himself in his usual anger. “This whole act. The constant shit-talking, the games. You act like you don’t care about anyone or anything, but you do, don’t you? You’re just too much of a coward to admit it.”

Cartman stiffened slightly, his smirk faltering for a split second. It was subtle, but Kyle caught it—the brief flicker of something raw in his expression before he covered it up with a shrug.

“Maybe,” Cartman said casually, though his voice was quieter than before.

That single word sent Kyle’s thoughts spiraling. He wanted to scream at him, to shake him and demand to know why he always had to be so goddamn difficult. But beneath the frustration, there was something else—something he didn’t want to admit to himself.

Because as much as Cartman drove him insane, Kyle couldn’t deny the pull he felt toward him. He’d been trying to ignore it for years, to write it off as some weird, fucked-up byproduct of their endless rivalry. But standing here now, watching Cartman look at him with that infuriating mix of smugness and vulnerability, Kyle couldn’t ignore it anymore.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” Kyle muttered, his voice shaking slightly.

“Yeah,” Cartman said, his smirk returning faintly. “But you like it.”

Kyle’s heart stuttered, his breath catching as the tension between them thickened. He should’ve walked away—should’ve gone back inside and left Cartman standing here in the cold. But he didn’t. Instead, he took a step closer, his pulse pounding in his ears.

“Why do you do this to me?” Kyle asked, his voice low and strained.

“Do what?” Cartman replied, his smirk fading as he held Kyle’s gaze.

“This!” Kyle snapped, gesturing between them. “You make me hate you, and then you go and—fuck, I don’t even know. You make me feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind.”

Cartman blinked at him, his expression unreadable. For once, he didn’t have a comeback. He just stared at Kyle, the snow falling softly between them, his hands buried in his jacket pockets.

Kyle’s chest heaved as he took another step closer, the heat of his frustration mingling with the chill of the air around them. He could see the faint rise and fall of Cartman’s breath, the way his lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

“Say something,” Kyle demanded, his voice breaking slightly. “For once in your life, just—”

But Cartman didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned in, closing the gap between them in one quick, impulsive movement.

Kyle froze as their lips met, his brain short-circuiting under the weight of the moment. Cartman’s kiss was surprisingly rough, not in a forceful way, but in a way that felt unpracticed, like he didn’t know what he was doing but was too stubborn to stop. And yet, there was a strange kind of urgency to it, a heat that made Kyle’s knees go weak.

Before he could think better of it, Kyle kissed him back. His hands fisted in Cartman’s jacket, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, growing hungrier and messier by the second. It wasn’t soft or sweet—it was raw and full of tension, years of anger and unspoken feelings spilling over into something neither of them could control.

Cartman’s hands found Kyle’s waist, hesitant at first but then firmer, gripping him like he was afraid Kyle might pull away. The snow continued to fall around them, cold and silent, but neither of them noticed. All Kyle could feel was the heat of Cartman’s mouth against his, the way his breath hitched when Kyle bit down lightly on his lower lip.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing hard, their foreheads nearly touching as they stared at each other in stunned silence.

“What the fuck just happened?” Kyle whispered, his voice hoarse.

“I... don’t know,” Cartman admitted, his smirk completely gone now. For once, he looked genuinely unsure of himself, his eyes flickering with something Kyle couldn’t quite place.

Kyle swallowed hard, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the mess of emotions crashing over him. He wanted to yell at Cartman, to demand answers, but all he could do was stand there, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Cartman was the first to break the silence. He stepped back, the snow crunching under his boots as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. His smirk—usually so full of smugness and mockery—was faint now, almost unsure, as if even he didn’t know how to process what had just happened.

“Well,” he said, his voice cutting through the icy air, casual and yet oddly strained. “That happened.”

Kyle’s chest was still heaving, his breath clouding in the cold as he stared at Cartman, frozen in place. He didn’t trust himself to speak. His body felt like it was made of static—every nerve raw, every emotion tangled and buzzing.

Cartman shifted awkwardly, his eyes flicking away from Kyle to the snow-covered ground. “Don’t stand out here too long, Jew,” he muttered, quieter than Kyle had expected. “You’ll freeze your ass off, and then I’ll have to explain to your mom why you turned into a Kyle-cicle. And that sounds like a whole thing.”

The joke fell flat, but it didn’t matter. Without waiting for a response, Cartman turned and trudged toward the back door. His boots left heavy prints in the snow, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the quiet. He opened the door, pausing for a fraction of a second as the light and noise of the party spilled out around him, then slipped inside without looking back.

The door swung shut with a dull thud, and Kyle was left standing in the freezing darkness. The world outside was quiet now, save for the faint whisper of snow falling around him.

The stillness was suffocating. Kyle leaned forward, gripping the wooden railing of the porch with trembling hands. His breath came out in shallow bursts, visible in the frigid air as he stared blankly at the backyard. The snow stretched out before him in an endless expanse of white, untouched except for the uneven tracks leading to the garage.

What the fuck just happened?

The question repeated in his head like a mantra, but no answer came. His thoughts were a mess of contradictions, each one crashing into the next until all that was left was a knot of confusion and anger—and something else. Something he didn’t want to name.

Cartman had kissed him. That part was undeniable. He hadn’t mocked him, hadn’t pulled back laughing like it was some elaborate prank. No, he’d kissed him like he meant it, like he’d wanted to. And worse—so much worse—was that Kyle had kissed him back.

Why? Why hadn’t he shoved Cartman away? Why had he leaned in, let himself get lost in it?

His grip on the railing tightened, his knuckles whitening as the cold bit at his fingers. It didn’t make sense. None of it made sense. Cartman was a monster, a self-serving, bigoted piece of shit who lived to make Kyle’s life miserable. That was the truth—Kyle had believed it for years. And yet...

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shove the memory of the kiss out of his mind. But it was still there, vivid and unrelenting. The rough press of Cartman’s lips, the heat of his breath in the freezing air, the hesitant way his hands had lingered on Kyle’s waist before gripping tighter. It hadn’t been soft or sweet, but it had been real. And that was the part Kyle couldn’t reconcile.

Because Cartman wasn’t supposed to care.

And yet, hadn’t there always been cracks in the facade? Little moments, rare and fleeting, where Cartman had shown a side of himself that didn’t match the person everyone knew him to be? Kyle thought of San Francisco, the smug storm, the way Cartman had risked his life to save him. He thought of the times Cartman had fought for him, defended him, stood by him even when it didn’t serve his own selfish goals. Those moments didn’t erase everything else Cartman had done, but they complicated the narrative Kyle had built around him.

And that was what scared him the most.

Kyle opened his eyes, staring out at the backyard as his breath fogged in the air. He wanted to hate Cartman. It would’ve been easier if he could. But the anger and frustration swirling inside him weren’t as clean-cut as they used to be. They were tangled up in something messier, something he couldn’t ignore anymore.

“Fucking Cartman,” he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling.

He didn’t know how long he stood there, the cold seeping into his bones as the snow fell softly around him. All he knew was that the weight in his chest wasn’t going away anytime soon.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, Kyle pushed off the railing and trudged back inside. The sudden warmth of the house hit him like a wave, the noise of the party buzzing in his ears. Laughter and clinking dishes came from the dining room, the voices of his relatives rising and falling in lively conversation.

His gaze landed on the menorah in the center of the dining table, its candles burning steadily. The soft, golden light flickered across the room, casting long shadows on the walls.

Kyle stopped in front of it, his hands curling into fists at his sides. The menorah had always been a symbol of resilience, of hope, of miracles. It was supposed to remind him of his faith, of who he was, of where he came from.

But tonight, it only made him feel lost.

He stared at the flames, his chest tightening as his thoughts spiraled again. Cartman’s kiss burned brighter in his memory than the candles ever could, the heat of it still lingering on his lips. It had felt like a spark—dangerous and unpredictable, ready to ignite something Kyle didn’t understand.

Why? Kyle thought, his brow furrowing. Why did you do it?

The candles flickered, their warm light blurring slightly as Kyle’s eyes stung. He turned away abruptly, his jaw tightening. Whatever had happened outside—whatever it meant—it didn’t change the facts.

Cartman was still Cartman, and Kyle was still Kyle. They didn’t belong in the same equation. They didn’t work.

And yet, as he stepped away from the menorah, the ache in his chest refused to fade.

Kyle didn’t look back as he moved toward the kitchen, but the memory of the flickering flames—and the kiss—followed him, lingering like a ghost he couldn’t shake.

#south park oneshot #holidays in hell #kyman #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #hanukkah #kyle broflovski x eric cartman #typical cartman shenanigans

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astridhoff03 · 2 months ago

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I was in Christmas Mood, so I watched the Frozen Doulogy to warm my heart with sisterly love ✨❄️🎄

Frozen: What I really enjoyed in the first Frozen, was the bond between Anna and Elsa, even if they were separated when Elsa got out of control in a young age, they still loved each other. Elsa just wanted her Sister to be protected from herself because she was afraid she would hurt her again. The thing that break my heart most was that Elsa’s biggest fear became reality and she hurt Anna again, even if she doesn’t want to. The bond they shared saved both of them in the end.

Frozen2: I am very glad that Elsa found peace in Athonhallan, she always seemed to me so trapped in the castle of Arendelle, even if she was a good Queen. She’s a free spirit and deserves to be happy and free in the place where she belongs. I also think they shouldn’t give her a love interest, even if I am shipping her with Jack Frost. Elsa is good on her own. I honestly also believe that she was reborn in Ahtohallan and was born as the fifth spirit again. Also couldn’t they thought of something better than let her freeze. This also shouldn’t be possible considering she’s the snow queen but at the same time it’s a interesting turn on her powers. I also really love the version from Panic! At the Disco from Into the Unknown. It’s better than the Let It Go version of Demi Lovato in my opinion.

Frozen 3 and 4 is not necessary and I also think it’s kinda sad that Disney doesn’t respect Jennifer Lees statement to the franchise, where she said the story of the sisters ended in two. Better a good, satisfying ending to a story than two ends like Toy Story and Kung Fu Panda. They should do, like with most franchises, just let it go.

Frozen is a beautiful story about sisterhood and acceptance to yourself but also about finding your place in the world, where you sometimes haven’t the feeling that you would fit in.

#frozen #frozen 2 #anna and elsa #olaf the snowman #kristoff frozen #disney #disney princess #walt disney #the snow queen #hans christian andersen

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northwest-good-witch · 1 year ago

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❄️When ur secretly the fifth spirit but u dont know that yet.❄️

(They/them. If you use she/her im freezing ur heart)

#my face #cosplay #frozen 2 #elsa cosplay #queen elsa #elsa of arendelle #frozen cosplay #fictionkin #disney kin #frozen kin #elsa kin #kin cosplay #nonbinary #nonbinary cosplayer #disney cosplay #halloween #halloweekend

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mirabelau17 · 5 months ago

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𝟚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝟝𝕥𝕙 𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕥~𝕄𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔼𝕝𝕤𝕒 (𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕪 ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣'𝕤) ❄️❄️❄️❄️🦋✨🩵🤍🩵🤍 Both of us as the "Guardian's of the elements", Air, Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind.

~Fifth Spirit Mirabel AU (Me) and EVERYONE 💕.

All content and credit goes to Disney's Encanto and Frozen II.

#disney#encanto#frozenii#fifthspirits#guardiansoftheforest#entertainment#inspiration#hehe#artists#ilovethis#favorites#thankyou#everyone💕 #stephaniebeatriz#disneycrossovers#au#elsa#mirabelmadrigal#myself#ilovethis#spiritual#editor#thankyou#likeformore

#disney #encanto #mirabel madrigal #stephanie beatriz #disney encanto #fifthspirts #frozen ii #everyone❤️#artists on tumblr #entertainment #editor #inspiration #disney crossover #alternate universe #2nd to fifth spirit #movies

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picklesonjupiter · 1 year ago

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On AO3, for @hprarepairshorts

It was the night of an Order of the Phoenix meeting, and almost everyone had come, even Snivellus. Sirius was just glad that he had company; being trapped in his childhood home was driving him mad. Sometimes it felt like he was back in Azkaban with the dementors. He drew a mug of alcohol to his mouth and glared at Snivellus, who was giving him a look of disdain.

“Possessing nothing to contribute to the order’s meeting is no excuse to act like a drunkard. That conduct does not serve as an exemplary model for your godson." Snape sneered, leaning back in his seat with a satisfactory glint in his eyes.

“Piss off, Snivellus. You don’t even care about Harry. He’s told me that you act like an outright git around him.” Sirius leaned over the table, pulled the other man by his robe, and snarled in his face. “Why don’t you go lick your master’s boots? You aren’t needed here.”

Snape smirked, and it infuriated Sirius. “Oh, but I am useful—more useful than you’ll ever be. You are merely a coward who hides while I face the Dark Lord, risking my life to gain integral information for the order.”

Dumbledore broke up the row, and Sirius ran off to his room and finished the bottle of fire whiskey. Even more so than hating the git, he despised the fact that he was correct. Sirius served no purpose in the war effort. He wasn't even able to act as Harry’s guardian, as he was a fugitive who was in hiding.

Sirius hurled the empty bottle of fire whiskey at the wall, which shattered on impact. His head was aching, and he was in no mood for his disparaging thoughts, so he transformed into Padfoot. He curled up in his bed and closed his eyes.

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Sirius woke to knocking on his bedroom’s door and transformed back to answer. “What’s going on?” He opened the door to find Snape, which surprised him because he was sure his nap had lasted a few hours and that everyone should have left by now.

“The Floo Network is down because of a heavy snowfall. I must inevitably spend the night here.” Snape informed him rather than asking him if he could stay over.

Sirius poked him with the borrowed wand and glared. “What makes you think that I would allow you to stay?” Snape didn’t rise to the bait and simply raised an eyebrow.

"Would you genuinely abandon me in the blizzard? Dumbledore will be dismayed, as it was he who proposed I stay here and assured me that you would not object.” Snape appeared indifferent as to whether he would spend the night in the cold or have shelter, prompting Sirius to growl at him.

“You can stay in my brother’s room. I'm confident that you won't require my assistance to find his room.” When Sirius implied that he was aware of Snape's relationship with Regulus, a look of intense emotion flashed across his face.

Snape walked away from him without batting an eye, and Sirius was mad that he had not taken the bait. A satisfying confrontation with Snape would have calmed his restless spirit. He wanted to claw out the other man’s skin, curse him, draw him close, and lay with him.

There was something very wrong with Sirius. He had no business wanting a man who shared his loathing of him. Snape had crawled under his skin and into every part of him from the moment they first met, and Sirius resented the extent to which the other man ruled over him. It caused him to make terrible decisions; it caused him to send Snape to the Shrieking Shack during their fifth year.

Sirius had walked in on Rosier snogging Snape, and he saw red. Snape was an ugly git, and he shouldn’t have been snogging anyone. No one should have taken an interest in Snape. Sirius had done his damndest to keep it that way. Yet his younger brother had taken an interest in Snape, and Sirius saw that Snape reciprocated those feelings.

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Sirius tossed and turned in bed. He couldn’t sleep, knowing that Snape was just around the corner. He got out of bed, walked to his brother’s room, and stood in front of the door, waiting for something. The door opened to an alert Snape, and he sighed, widening the opening and inviting Sirius into the room.

Sirius didn’t hesitate—like he did when they were fifteen, nineteen, or twenty—to accept his invitation, needing physical comfort that night. He wasn't certain who initiated the contact, but they were devouring each other’s lips, and then they were on the bed, touching each other everywhere.

It was everything and more than he had hoped for. Snape was gentler than Sirius expected, handling him as if he were made of porcelain. Sirius couldn’t hold back from confessing his feelings after every kiss and after every gentle caress. He begged forgiveness while sinking into Snape’s heat, and as they climaxed, their soulmate marks became visible.

Soulmate marks only became visible after soulmates had sex with one another. Sirius now understood why he was obsessed with Snape; this man he had despised was his soulmate all along. He had misinterpreted his strong feelings for Snape as negative rather than positive. He would have done things differently if he had known, but he could not turn back time.

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Snape was gone the morning after the snowstorm, and he didn’t return to 12 Grimmauld Place, not even after Sirius sent countless letters. Sirius was getting restless and considering going to Hogwarts as Padfoot when he heard someone come out of the floo. He hurried to see who it was.

“Snape,” was all he said as he dumbly stared at the man before regaining his composure. “You git. Why didn’t you answer my letters? Why haven’t you come around? I think we should talk about this.” And he pointed at the mark that covered all of his right arm, from wrist to shoulder.

“I’m here now.” He sighed nonchalantly and leaned on his heels. His cavalier attitude infuriated Sirius. "It appears that our being soulmates is interfering with you not risking your whereabouts. I am here to tell you to stop making pointless attempts to contact me. It doesn’t matter that we are soulmates. This war is all that matters.”

Sirius experienced a sharp ache. “It matters. This... what we have matters. You’re my soulmate, for Merlin’s sake. We've never gotten along before, but I always knew there was something between us, and now that I know why that is, I can’t give you up.” Sirius had closed the gap as he delivered his speech, raising Snape's robe sleeve to reveal his soulmate mark.

Snape sucked in a breath and let out a half-sob, half-hysterical laugh as Sirius traced it with a light touch. “You understand nothing, Black. I am a sacrificial pawn in this war. After this war, I will most likely be dead or in Azkaban. It was just my luck to learn the identity of my soulmate right at the end of my life.”

Sirius was astounded by Snape's loss of composure and his words. He held him in his arms and swore, “We will make it through this war together.”

Snape stayed that night and returned any night he did not have detentions. (In one of their weekly letters, Harry mentioned to Sirius that Snape had begun to give out less frequent detentions.) Sirius found peace of mind over the weeks and months that he spent with Snape. Many members of the order commented on his change of attitude and behavior as he became less restless and stopped drinking excessively. If only they knew that Snape was to thank, they wouldn’t believe it.

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On June 18, 1996, Snape revealed his true allegiances when he rescued Harry Potter with the help of his soulmate, Sirius Black.

On June 30, 1997, the Death Eaters broke into Hogwarts and were ambushed by the Order of the Phoenix, who were waiting for them. Draco Malfoy had spoken up about what the Dark Lord had asked of him, and Dumbledore took advantage of that.

Voldemort killed Harry Potter on July 1, 1997, but he survived and defeated him. Dumbledore revealed to Harry, Snape, and Sirius that Harry was one of Voldemort's horcruxes and that they needed to find and destroy the rest of them in order for Voldemort not to return. It did not take them long to find the rest, thanks to the assistance of Kingsley and Bill Weasley.

On August 3, 1997, Sirius was giving a fair trail as Kingsley was the new Minister for Magic.

On September 12, 1997, Sirius became Harry’s legal guardian. Harry was happy to finally be with his godfather

On December 23, 1998, Sirius Black and Severus Snape had a wedding ceremony with friends and family. (Sirius proposed two weeks after Snape moved into their new home, but Snape wanted to wait another year before marrying him.)

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