#Week 1: The Woods

[ravinewreyn]

Helsaween Week 1 - The Woods

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was… calling for his name.

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

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

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

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

“Hans…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did he need to resist?

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

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

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

“Stay with me, Hans. Forever.”

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

He would stay with her.

Forever.

[nap-hime]

@helsaweenfun

Title: it became a nemesis

Fandom: Frozen

Genre: Supernatural, Angst, and Hurt & No Comfort

Event: Helsaween 2023 (Discord / Tumblr)

AU: Week 1 — The Woods

Chapters: 1/4

Word count: 3K

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

“How handsome,”

— HansElsa, Hand mirror AU

Chapter 1/4 link: (ao3)

[thatssroughbuddy]

Just saw pics of Jet from the live action and his hair looks too fluffy and well maintained. He looks like he knows what shampoo is

[danwhobrowses]

For anyone else who is gonna struggle surviving the next 3 weeks with the angsty and tense situation of Callowmoore here's a few things from the last 2 episodes that I feel were underrated and will assist in trying to keep me sane/emotionally stable: - Matching messed up hands built for holding - Fearne nervously playing with her hair as she approaches Ashton - Ashton wanted Fearne to be either the last thing they saw if they died or the first thing they saw when they succeeded - Fearne's admittance corroborates Ashley's 4SD revelation that Fearne is in love with someone in the party but doesn't know how to process the emotions - Fearne wanted Ashton to be happy, while Ashton wanted to feel whole so they would be worthy of the Hells - Ashton twice tried to lead a search for Fearne, and instantly clocking onto Chetney saying he followed Fearne - Fearne making herself look as radiant as possible before giving Ashton the cold shoulder - Ashton only rose to Chetney's provocations until he said 'You hurt Fearne' Use how you will

[bittershroom]

[woodsofplenty]

Ch1 pg9

Even if he has his moments.

[thecrimsonknight]

One Halloween a young Clarke stumbled upon Lexa while walking in the woods. After playing all day they said goodbye. Many years later she questions whether the girl was real or just a lonely ghost.

[alexturntable]

gqsports GQ&A with Charles and Carlos 

[alkemylabz]

if i were a rich person i would buy a dead mall and refurbish it into a fantasy larp location. like maybe a dungeon or something with escape rooms and arenas

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Whispers of the forest

Day 1

#William Vangeance Week 2023

[xxplastic-cubexx]

sending you the best wishes for 2025 (even tho there's still 4 hours to it for me lol) 🫶🏻

happy new year to everyone !!!!!! here's to hoping it's better than this one was :^)

[pastafossa]

Hello! I saw TRT for the first time this month, then I read the all the chapters at the fastest reading speed of my life, and I must say I'm amazed by your writing style! I'm so captivated by the story!

I don't want to rude, but I'd love to know how often you update, In any case, I hope you will keep on updating this masterpiece.❤️‍🔥

THANK YOU SO, SO MUCH FRIEND! 😭

I'm still updating, just had some life stuff pop up! I always aim for a weekly update, although it was closer to every other week or so during 2024 when I actually was updating (2024 was, uuuuuuh, a wild year). I've already started on the next chapter, and I'm going to aim for 1-2 chapters at least every other week once I get back into the swing of it!

[starsinthesky5]

erm next week is bengals vs eagles..

i am SO cooked. who am I supposed to be rooting for 🧍‍♀️

[theriverbeyond]

How many crafting hobbies ya got so far?

it's honestly easier to list the things I don't do (yet), which are uhhhhh metalworking or yarnmaking. what else. I have never made a shoe. Pre-COVID I used to volunteer at an art center thingy that let me take 4 free classes a year... I miss her.

I tend to cycle through which craft I'm doing the most depending on my current project, but my most active arts & crafts hobbies rn are:

Cosplay (big umbrella hobby! clay sculpting, foam stuff, painting, propmaking, sewing, wig stuff, photography/photo editing etc)

Sewing (normal clothing, mending/alterations, and also silly little guys/plush)

Bookbinding (and also typesetting)

Leatherworking (newest hobby! shoutout to the nice worker at the craft store who gave me a ton of scraps for FREE)

Doodling/drawing/painting

I have a ton of other hobbies I've done in the past but don't do rn due to lacking equipment/supplies/studio access (pottery and woodworking are the biggest, I've also dabbled in flameworking, flat glassworking, screenprinting, printmaking all of which require studio space I just don't have access to rn).

Then of course there is the purgatory graveyard of hobbies that I have lost interest in but sort of keep all the supplies around for bc maybe inspiration will strike someday or I can repurpose the supplies for something else (crochet, knitting, cross stitch, embroidery, felting, whittling, shrinky dink earrings), and also all the other random crafty things I've done once or twice but unsure if I can qualify it as an actual hobby (like papercraft and model making). Probably forgetting stuff but yeah

I am not necessarily good at all of these hobbies but doing art is sort of the same as being alive for me so that's kind of not the point. My biggest wishlist crafting hobby is shoemaking, because all the startup/materials and class costs for that are just really high. I REALLY want to make my own boots someday..... I think that would be a really fun and also hot thing for me to do.

[shoechoe]

current progress of my first attempt at a large survival minecraft build (SevTech Ages modpack singleplayer)

[fluxweeed]

hey. hope this message doesn't bother you. I love you. I love your work. you are one of my favorite fic authors, I am absolutely obsessed with everything you write. reread everything ten times over, drarry or not, fluffy or angsty - even when it absolutely shatters my heart (e.g. for lack of wanting, SUCH a great fic btw i'm so obsessed with it). the four doors? life changing. two to lie and one to listen? engraved into my brain for eternity. what's mine is yours? what a ride holy shit, im VERY normal about it. wrapped? my comfort read. and so it goes.

if I could aggressively smother you with kudos and love I WOULD!!!

awhile ago you said that there's no such thing as "big deals" in fandom and I 100% agree but at the same time you are a big deal TO ME!!! not in the sense of any kind of hierarchy but purely based on the fact that I think you are such a cool person and your writing is amazing and poignant and your presence in fandom makes it so much better. it's been a pleasure following you here on tumblr and just reading your tags and posts.

idk I just think you rule. that's it. thank you for hanging with us. MWAH 💛

ahhhh anon sorry for leaving this message sitting in my inbox for a couple of days but !! i have zero idea how to react to this!! you're so kind!! thank you!! please discard any and all inclinations u have that i am a cool person bc i can assure you i am NOT!!