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astaralys · 1 year

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it is I, simplesnowflake!

I rebranded to astaralys now that I'm shifting into original projects but I'm very much still the same snow sisters supporter. I've just levelled up with an interest in game dev and picked up pixel art as well, so you'll be seeing less frozen content and more me content

you can find me on these places: twitter (listen I am not calling it X): https://twitter.com/astaralys bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/astaralys.bsky.social ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/astaralys I'm part of a studio! have you read our webcomic oneshot, Midnight Hour?: https://www.webtoons.com/en/canvas/midnight-hour/list?title_no=872088

But what's happening with TNU, you ask? I admit I have much less time for fic now but still very much enjoy TNU and hope to see it to completion. It's something that sporadically crosses my mind, and when I reread what I've written, I fall in love with the story all over again. So I pick at it during my commute and lunch breaks. We'll get there slowly!

in the meantime, please enjoy this wip chapter 23 scene join me in my struggle to remember what happened in ch 22, it's been 84 years

As always, thank you so much for following my journey and reading my stories. I really want to finish writing TNU for us, and hope you wouldn't mind sticking around for my foray into original stories beyond that. I've been writing fanfic for over a decade (oof my back ached typing that) and knowing every word I've written has been read and enjoyed by at least one person has made me the writer I am today. Thank you for finding my words!

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There was nothing quite like the slipperiness of blood. A slickness that smeared and clung to everything and anything, as if it already knew there was no way to return to the veins from which it had gushed. Its new purpose was to stain and horrify. If it could, with its sheer, crimson volume, petrify those that had evicted it from its rightful body, then its existence had purpose. A river, it would become.

“Your Highness! Are you hurt?” Ronny. A familiar face. An anchor.

“I… y-yes. I mean, no. The… the blood’s not mine.” Kristoff made to get up and slipped. Instead of hitting the marble floor, though, his knee crunched into unmoving flesh. It was a small blessing he hadn’t speared himself on one of the dozen crossbow bolts protruding from the man’s torso like a pincushion.

Herman dragged him upwards and back, none too gently. “We’ll guard the prince! Make sure these bastards are really dead.”

“Wait—” Bile overtook words. Kristoff dropped to all fours and retched.

Scattered words swirled around him as his guards waded through the bodies. “—that big talk about their military. These idiots fought like lumps of wood!”

“Any news from the general? Did we manage to intercept their fleet?”

“Still can’t see a thing out there; the fjord’s completely covered in mist after the wall fell. How did they break Princess Elsa’s magic—”

“Forget that! The queen and princess are missing—we need a search party—”

“With what men? We’re already stretched thin as ice—”

Ice. If he’d kept his head down and continued hacking at the frozen tundra and going home to his family of trolls, he wouldn’t be here, crouched in a lake of dark red. Staring at a canopy of death spattered across the hallway like the reaper itself had danced with a conductor’s wand. How easily could he have been one of those bodies splayed out across the same floor Anna always slid down in her socks, laughing and crashing into his arms? Where was Anna? What if she was lying in a ditch somewhere, just like—

“Oi! Got a live one here!”

“You telling me this runt was the commander of this freak show? What, did you use your own soldiers as meat shields? You cowardly little—”

Kristoff looked up to see his men crowded around a huddled figure. If these southerners hadn’t brought swords and bloodlust to Arendelle… if they hadn’t spilled mortality in these sunny halls…

Don’t be pathetic, Bjorgman.

“Let me talk to him,” Kristoff rasped.

“Sir, this scum tried to kill you—”

“Trust me, I’ve noticed.”

The soldiers quietened. A few stepped away from their quarry, blinking like they had snapped out of a trance. Kristoff knew them all by name, but when they had come to his rescue in a flurry of unforgiving steel, he momentarily couldn’t recognise them. But he recognised himself in their sudden cruelty. They weren’t baying for blood— they were afraid for themselves, their families, their homes. They needed a leader, and Mattias was out the fjord.

Come on, Lord Regent, he could hear Anna teasing. You’re in charge when I’m gone, remember?

But you’re not gone, Kristoff thought. You’re safe with Elsa somewhere, and you’ll come back to me.

He rose to his feet. He’d kept his balance on cliffsides and frozen lakes; he could stomach standing on solid ground, nauseatingly slippery as it was. He stopped before the only survivor of the Isles’ ambush party.

“Let’s hear what the crown prince of the Southern Isles has to say. That’s you, right? Jesper Westergaard?”

Spindly shoulders jerked. Bitter memories of another sneering, auburn-haired prince made Kristoff’s fists and jaw tighten.

“Your father sent you into our tunnels to secure the castle, didn’t he? Bet he didn’t expect us to be waiting for you. He’s probably sitting on the fjord in his big ship, waiting for you to open the gates for him.”

The prince’s sword tinkered on the floor. Herman pushed Kristoff behind him, but Jesper made no move to attack. He only kept his head bowed and rocked slightly on his heels, clenching and unclenching his hand on his sword. Staring down at him, Kristoff realised their adversary was more boy than man.

What would Anna do?

Giving Herman the standby signal, Kristoff knelt down in front of Jesper. “Calm down. Work with us, and no one else needs to get hurt.”

Jesper’s glazed stare remained unerringly fixed on his shoes. Kristoff saw pale lips moving, though. He cautiously leaned in.

“Hurry up hurry up hurry up…”

Kristoff waved a hand in front of the prince’s face. “Hey. Can you hear me?”

“… up hurry up hurry—” The frenetic whispering halted abruptly as Jesper’s head snapped up. Dilated pupils locked on Kristoff’s, swimming in fear and adrenaline and… triumph?

A shiver slithered up Kristoff’s spine.

Freshly spilled blood could melt snow. Yet it only struck him now, as his soldiers let out shocked cries and whipped out their swords for the second time, that the blood he had been kneeling in was icy enough to chill him to the bone.

Jesper finally met Kristoff’s eyes. He wiped his nose on his sleeve, a wicked smile spreading on his face. “Be a good sport and remember to scream, yeah?”

#life update #can i finish this fic before F3 comes out #frozen fanfic #frozen #kristoff #the next unknown #TNU #writing

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disneyfan103 · 8 months

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Chapter 3 of A Retelling of Frozen 2 is up!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52396078/chapters/136235827#workskin

Fanfiction: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/14309034/1/A-Retelling-of-Frozen-II

Or read it here:

Chapter 3 Destiny’s Calling

“Lord Sworsin," Elsa began softly, "we apologise for disturbing you at such a late hour, but what we have to show you is of utmost importance." They could see the weariness in his eyes as he glanced at the journal, as if he had been expecting this moment for a long time.

“No need to apologise, Your Majesty.” Lord Sworsin nodded, motioning for them to continue. With trembling hands, Anna opened the journal and placed it before him. As he skimmed through the pages, his face filled with a mixture of sadness and understanding.

He began to speak, his voice heavy with the weight of the past. "This is your mother's journal," he stated, his voice filled with a hint of nostalgia. "A treasure trove of memories and secrets."

Lord Sworsin's voice grew softer, "Your father, as a young boy, ventured into the Northuldrian forest with his own father, King Runeard, to discuss strengthening ties between the Northuldra and Arendelle." he began, his words painting vivid images in their minds. "The Northuldrian people had a deep connection with the elemental spirits of the forest. It was a place of harmony and peace, or so we thought.”

The girls listened intently, their eyes wide with wonder as Lord Sworsin continued. "Tragedy struck, the Northuldra attacked without warning." he continued, his voice tinged with sadness. "A fire, caused by the fire spirit, ravaged the forest. The other spirits, in their frenzy, unleashed chaos. Your grandfather was killed by one of the Northuldra. It sparked a war between the Arendellian and Northuldrian forces."

Silence settled in the room as the weight of this revelation sank in. Anna found her voice, her words filled with a mix of disbelief and sorrow. "Our mother," she began, her voice trembling, "she was Northuldrian, wasn’t she?"

Lord Sworsin sighed heavily, his gaze falling to the floor. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Your mother was Northuldrian."

He continued, "You see, when your father returned from the forest, I found him unconscious in one of our wagons. And there, beside him, was a young girl wearing Arendelle's crest. She had your father's head in her lap, providing him comfort as best she could. She was clearly traumatised."

Sworsin paused for a moment, his gaze lost in the memories. "I knew what she was, but I couldn't find it in my heart to turn her away. Instead, I had her work in the palace, keeping her close to protect her. Little did I know that she would bring so much light and happiness into your father's life."

Anna listened intently, her mind trying to process the weight of this revelation. "And so, she became the queen of Arendelle.” she stated, her voice filled with a mix of awe and confusion.

Sworsin nodded, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. "Yes, Your Highness. Over time, your father fell deeply in love with her, she brought him joy and happiness, especially after the tragic loss of his own father, which haunted him greatly."

The girls were silent, their minds racing with a whirlwind of emotions. Elsa, her voice steady and composed, asked the question that hung in the air. "Who knew?" she inquired, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

Lord Sworsin met Elsa's gaze, his eyes filled with sadness and understanding. "Your mother's Northuldrian heritage was a secret known only to a few, myself included." he explained. "She had chosen to keep it hidden, fearing the prejudice and conflict it could bring."

“And father?” She asked quietly.

“To my knowledge, no, I’m afraid he did not.”

Elsa's expression turned to one of disgust, her voice laced with disappointment. "So, our mother was of enemy blood, and our father was oblivious to it all." Anna, feeling at a loss for how to comfort her sister, reached out and gently took Elsa's hand.

“But why? Why would she keep this a secret?" Anna asked, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and longing for answers.

Lord Sworsin sighed, his voice filled with empathy. "Your mother loved your father deeply, and she wanted to protect him and both of you from the pain of the past," he explained. "She believed that by keeping her heritage hidden, she could shield you all from the conflict that had torn her homeland apart."

Anna’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she absorbed this new information. "But now that we know, what do we do?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Lord Sworsin placed a comforting hand on Anna shoulder. "You must decide what this means for you. Both of you.” he said gently.

"Thank you, Lord Sworsin, for sharing this with us," Elsa said emptily. “Goodnight.”

As Lord Sworsin bid them farewell, the weight of his revelation hung heavy in the air. Elsa couldn't bear the silence any longer and her voice trembled as she broke it. "Anna, are you okay?" she asked with genuine concern etched on her face.

Anna hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "I... I don't know, Elsa," she finally replied, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I just, I’m so sick of secrets! I mean, how could Mother keep something like this from us? I get she wanted to protect herself and us but it's... it's like she stabbed us in the back, you know?"

Elsa's brows furrowed, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and anger. "You’re right." she said, her voice tinged with bitterness. "To think that our own mother hid such a significant part of her past from us, from Father... It's hard to wrap my head around it. I, I don't know if I can ever come to terms with it."

Before Anna could respond, a sudden blast of wind blew through the now wide-open window, extinguishing the candles in the room, plunging it into darkness. The howling wind outside grew louder, carrying with it an eerie sense of foreboding.

Startled, the sisters dashed to the window, as they peered out into the night, their eyes widened in disbelief. Arendelle, once a beacon of light and warmth, was now engulfed in darkness. The water and fire had vanished, leaving an eerie emptiness in their wake. The wind tore through the streets, ripping roofs off buildings and uprooting trees. The very ground seemed to tremble beneath their feet.

"What's happening?" Anna shouted, her voice barely audible over the howling wind.

Elsa's gaze was fixed on the darkened sky, her mind racing with thoughts and questions. "I don't know! But we have to do something," Elsa shouted over the roaring wind. "We need to evacuate everyone from Arendelle and get them to safety!"

Anna nodded, her voice filled with urgency. "We’ll get everyone to the cliffs!”

They hurried through the castle halls, their steps echoing in the silence. As they reached the castle grounds, a powerful gust of wind threatened to knock them off their feet.

Spotting Kristoff desperately clinging to Olaf, they hurriedly made their way to his side. The wind howled, threatening to carry Olaf away, but Kristoff held on tightly, refusing to let go.

"Anna! What's going on?" Kristoff called out, his voice carrying over the howling wind.

“I don’t know but need to evacuate everyone to the cliffs for safety. Will you and Sven help us?"

Kristoff nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "Of course!“

With Olaf safely cradled in Kristoff's arms, they sprang into action, forming a united front to guide the frightened citizens through the treacherous streets.

"Head to the cliffs!" Elsa called out, her voice carrying through the tumultuous air. "We'll find safety there!"

The wind continued to howl, its voracious gusts threatening to tear the very fabric of Arendelle apart. Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, and Sven braced themselves against the powerful force, their determination unwavering.

"Stay close, everyone!" Anna shouted, her voice barely audible above the raging winds.

As they navigated the crumbling streets, the ground trembled beneath their feet, adding urgency to their mission. The once vibrant town now lay in ruins, its buildings battered and broken.

Elsa's icy powers proved invaluable as she as she conjured shimmering barriers to shield the citizens from the cascading debris. Her radiant ice illuminated the darkness, infusing the scene with a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. Meanwhile, Kristoff and Sven toiled tirelessly, helping people navigate the treacherous terrain, and ensuring that no one was left behind.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the cliffs. The citizens huddled together, finding solace in each other's presence. Anna, Elsa, Olaf, Kristoff, and Sven stood at the forefront, their faces reflecting a mix of exhaustion and relief. As they gazed out at Arendelle, they noticed something unexpected. The relentless wind had finally died down, leaving the town in a state of eerie stillness and ruin.

"We did it," Olaf whispered, his voice filled with awe. "I didn’t think we would!” He chuckled.

As the group stood on the cliffs, relieved that everyone had been safely evacuated, a burst of brilliant light shot into the sky, illuminating the darkened clouds. Suspended in the air were icy diamonds of vibrant red, green, yellow, and purple, shimmering with an otherworldly beauty.

The people of Arendelle stared up in a mix of shock, awe, and for some, horror and disgust. The unexpected sight left them speechless, their eyes wide with disbelief. Elsa, however, looked up with worry and confusion etched on her face. She then glanced down at her hands, questioning if she had caused this phenomenon.

Anna approached Elsa cautiously. "Did you do this, Elsa?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Elsa shook her head, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and concern. "No, Anna," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I don't know what's happening. This...this isn't me."

Kristoff, who had been watching Elsa closely, stepped forward, his expression filled with genuine concern. "Elsa, are you alright?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Elsa nodded, her gaze still fixed on the suspended ice crystals. "I'm fi-"

Just as Elsa was about to finish her sentence, a sudden, searing pain shot through her head, causing her to wince and clutch her temples. The intensity of the headache was overwhelming, almost as if her mind was being pierced by icy shards. At the same time, the once suspended ice crystals in the sky began to fall. Yet, amidst the mesmerizing sight of the falling ice crystals, the crowd remained oblivious to Elsa's hidden struggle. The distraction of the spectacle shielded her pain from Anna's watchful eyes.

The people of Arendelle stood in awe and horror as the ice crystals plummeted from above, crashing onto the already devastated remnants of their once beautiful kingdom. The deafening sound of impact echoed through the air, mingling with gasps and cries of those watching. The once-grand structures were now covered in a layer of shattered ice, adding to the desolation that surrounded them.

As the last of the suspended ice crystals shattered and fell, a strange sensation washed over Elsa, relieving the pain in her head and leaving behind a faint buzzing feeling. Amidst the chaos, a figure emerged from the crowd, his face a mix of anger and accusation. It was Councilman Falsen.

"Enough!" Councilmen Falsen bellowed, his voice dripping with disdain. "How many more unnatural phenomena will befall our kingdom because of you? Arendelle is in ruins, and you stand here, pretending innocence!"

Elsa's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing as she mustered the courage to defend herself. She parted her lips to speak, but her voice betrayed her, faltering as she struggled to find the right words.

Anna, sensing Elsa's struggle, stepped forward, her voice filled with determination. "Hold on just a minute, Falsen," she retorted. "Elsa had nothing to do with this. She's been trying to protect Arendelle, not harm it."

Councilmen Falsen scoffed, his eyes narrowing with skepticism. "Oh, and how convenient that you defend her, Princess Anna," he sneered. "It seems you've been blinded by your sister's powers and can't see the truth."

Councilmen Falsen's eyes narrowed with disdain as Kristoff stepped forward, his voice filled with conviction. "You should watch your words. Elsa is our queen, and she deserves respect."

Councilmen Falsen let out a mocking laugh, his voice dripping with condescension. "And who do we have here? The peasant trying to speak like a noble," he sneered. "Your opinion holds no weight here, boy.”

Kristoff's jaw clenched, his determination unwavering. "My status doesn't define the truth. I've seen firsthand the sacrifices Elsa has made for Arendelle. She deserves respect.”

Falsen scoffed at Kristoff's words, "Boy, your peasant view is irrelevant. But let me ask you this: Why does the Queen of Arendelle need a mere peasant and the Princess herself to defend her? Surely the Queen can speak for herself?”

Anna's gaze shifted from Falsen to her sister, noticing the quickened pace of Elsa's breath and the sudden drop in temperature around her. She could sense Elsa's panic rising, and without hesitation, she jumped in once again to defend her.

"Enough, Falsen!" Anna's voice rang out, filled with determination. "Your prejudice blinds you from seeing the truth. Elsa is our queen, and she has proven time and again that she is worthy of our trust. We stand by her, no matter what."

Councilmen Falsen crossed his arms, his expression still filled with doubt. "I find it hard to believe that this is all just a coincidence." he muttered.

Anna, her voice filled with determination, took a step forward. "Well, we won't find any answers by pointing fingers and placing blame," she declared. "Arendelle needs its leaders to work together, not tear each other apart.”

Kristoff nodded in agreement.

Councilmen Falsen paused for a moment, his gaze shifting between Elsa, Anna, and Kristoff. Finally, he let out a sigh, his anger subsiding slightly. "Very well," he conceded. "But mark my words, if we discover that you had any part in this, Queen Elsa, there will be consequences."

Elsa weakly nodded.

As Falsen walked away, Anna couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "The nerve of that guy! Who does he think he is?"

Kristoff chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, he’s got some serious attitude."

Turning their attention back to Elsa, Anna gently placed a hand on her sister's shoulder. "Hey, Elsa, are you okay?”

Elsa's eyes filled with desperation as she shook her head, her voice trembling. "What are we supposed to do?" Panic gripped her, and she began to voice her fears aloud. "I don't know how to fix this. Arendelle will never trust me again."

Anna's heart ached for her sister as she squeezed Elsa's shoulder. "Elsa," she said softly, her voice filled with empathy, "I understand how overwhelming this feels right now. But remember, we've faced challenges before, and we've always found a way through. We'll find a way this time too."

Elsa's panic began to subside slightly as she listened to her sister’s words. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I trust you, both of you." she whispered, her gaze shifting between Anna and Kristoff.

Kristoff, sensing Elsa's unease, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Elsa. We'll figure this out together.” he said, his voice filled with determination.

Just as Kristoff finished speaking, the ground beneath them began to rumble once more. The sound of rocks shifting filled the air, catching Kristoff's attention. He swiftly spun around, only to come face to face with none other than Bulda. Without missing a beat, Bulda enveloped Kristoff in a flurry of affectionate kisses, her joy overflowing. "Oh, Kristoff, my dear, I've missed you!" she exclaimed, smothering his cheeks with her loving gestures.

In the midst of the whirlwind, Grand Pabbie, the wise and ancient troll, rolled onto the scene. His voice carried a sense of urgency as he turned to Elsa and Anna. "Elsa, Anna, I need to speak to you both." he declared, his words laced with a weighty importance.

Elsa's eyes widened in surprise and concern. She exchanged a quick glance with Anna before stepping forward to meet Grand Pabbie. "What is it, Grand Pabbie? What do you need to tell us?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Grand Pabbie, his voice carrying the weight of ancient wisdom, began to speak. "The spirits of the Enchanted Forest have been awoken.” he revealed, his words resonating through the air.

Anna, always eager for answers, couldn't help but ask, "Why now? And what does it have to do with Arendelle?"

“Let me see what I can see.” Grand Pabbie, his eyes glowing with ancient magic, used his powers to show them visions of what he could see. "The past is not what it seems," he explained, his voice echoing with wisdom. "A wrong must be righted, for Arendelle's safety. Without uncovering the truth, I see no future for Arendelle."

Elsa turned to Kristoff, her voice filled with determination. "Kristoff, do you think we could use your wagon to travel to the Enchanted Forest?" she asked, her eyes searching for his approval.

Kristoff scratched his head, contemplating the request. "Well, I've never taken my wagon that far…” he said, looking at Sven. "Sven, you think you can handle it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Sven nodded happily, his antlers bobbing in agreement. "Thanks, buddy.” Kristoff chuckled, patting Sven's back.

Anna looked surprisingly at Elsa and asked, "Wait, you’re including me in this adventure?"

Elsa nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. "Of course, like you said, we're in this together.” she reassured her sister. Anna's face lit up with excitement and relief.

"Another life-threatening adventure? Count me in!" Olaf exclaimed, his carrot nose wiggling with excitement.

Elsa turned to Grand Pabbie once again, her voice filled with hope. "Grand Pabbie, I know it's a lot to ask, but could you please allow the people of Arendelle to seek refuge in your valley? Arendelle has become uninhabitable." she requested.

Grand Pabbie's kind eyes met hers, and he nodded with a reassuring smile. "Of course, Elsa. I will ensure their safety and well-being until your return.” he assured her.

As Elsa strode away with Kristoff, Olaf, and Sven, preparing for the journey that lay ahead, Anna moved to join them. But just as she was about to catch up, Grand Pabbie's voice rang out, calling her name with a sense of urgency.

"Anna," he spoke, his voice laced with worry and a touch of sorrow. "I fear for Elsa. I see before her a path fraught with danger and darkness. A journey that will test her strength and resilience, and a fate that may be cruel and unforgiving."

Anna's heart sank, her eyes reflecting the weight of the words spoken by the wise elder. She looked down, her mind swirling with thoughts of the perils that awaited her beloved sister. But then, a flicker of determination ignited within her.

"No," she whispered, her voice filled with determination and unwavering love, meeting Grand Pabbie’s gaze once again, "I won't let anything happen to her." she declared, her voice filled with resolve.

#disney #anna #elsa #frozen #frozen 2 #fix it #fix it fic #kristoff #olaf the snowman #sven the reindeer

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kristanna-days · 2 years

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Frozen Smut Week 2023

Amethyst Master List

Anna/Kristoff

Make Me Forget @Leaves_of_Laurelin (@leaves-of-laurelin)

Anna needs a distraction, Kristoff is ready to give her anything she needs. (M) Tblr | AO3

Rain Check @annas-hair-donut (@loonysama)

Newly divorced Anna goes for a walk to work off some pent-up energy, but gets derailed by rain, a good Samaritan’s garage, and some really great D. (E) Tblr | AO3

Retrouvaille @syzygy_mellifluous (@thecassadilla)

She left Arendelle a princess, and came home a queen.

She left Arendelle with a boyfriend, and came home with a fiancé.

With the crown heavy on her head, and the ring heavy on her finger, Anna wants nothing more than to reconnect with the man she loves. (M) Tblr | AO3

Sash Me to Your Heart @annaofthenorthernlights

Anna was super proud of her husband and Prince Consort… and helped him getting out of the nerve-racking royal outfit… although she kept his purple sash for good use… he certainly deserved a good treat… (E) Tblr | AO3

The Queen's Throne @flowerinherhair (@glassslippers-n-cowboyboots)

Anna has just been crowned Queen and Kristoff is her obedient servant (E) Tblr | AO3

Trollfully United @bad-at-names-and-faces

Arendelle is saved, and Elsa is going to be stepping down from the throne to protect the Enchanted Forest. Now, they've returned to Arendelle, and the trolls and townspeople are all happy to see everyone return, but the trolls in particular notice Anna's new ring… (M) Tblr | AO3

Anna/Kristoff/Gaston

Cocked and Loaded, Ch 2: Harvest @thefamilybruno

While Anna and Kristoff are on vacation in France, Anna wanders away from her campsite and bumps into an extremely handsome but incredibly arrogant hunter in the woods. After the hunter helps Anna find her way back to her campsite, both Kristoff and Anna find themselves strangely excited at the thought of seeing him again. Their subsequent visit to the man's tavern will have you wondering who, exactly, is the hunter and who is the prey? (E) Tblr | AO3 Ch 1 | AO3 Ch 2

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Thanks to everyone that participated in Frozen Smut Week: Amethyst! I can't wait to see what's in store for Frozen Smut Week: Sapphire!

#frozen #frozen smut week #frozen smut: amethyst #frozen fanfic #kristanna #gaston #kristanna x gaston #batb1991

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hookedonapirate · 2 years

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Lady Cassidy's Lover

Summary: 1919 England, Emma Cassidy, wife of a baronet, finds herself trapped in a loveless marriage after the war leaves her husband, Neal, paralyzed from the waist down and unable to produce an heir.

Despite the obstacles, she sticks by her husband's side at Goldby Hall, his family's estate, but when she meets former army lieutenant and Neal's aloof gamekeeper, Killian Jones, she feels curiously drawn to his distant blue eyes and quiet demeanor.

At first, she seeks him out for reprieve from her soulless, mundane existence at Goldby Hall, but what starts out as purely physical quickly turns into more than either of them expects.

But Emma is a baronetess, wife of an aristocrat and Killian is a working class servant. Their love affair is frowned upon, and she risks losing her title, her wealth and her position in the world by being with him. But she is determined to get her happy ending with the man she loves. Even if it means losing everything else in the process.

A/N: Thank you @ultraluckycatnd and for looking this over and for being amazing!

Hope you all enjoy!

Catch up: Ch 1 I Ch 2 I Ch 3 I Ch 4 I Ch 5 I Ch 6 I Ch 7 I Ch 8 I Ch 9 I Ch 10 I Ch 11 I Ch 12 I Epilogue

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Chapter Six

The next day, Emma doesn’t go to Killian’s cottage, nor the forest. She doesn’t go the next day either. Even though she can imagine—almost feel—him waiting for her. She thinks going to him in the first place had been a mistake. It’s not as if she didn’t enjoy her time with him, she very much did, but that’s the problem.

She’s becoming addicted. She thinks about him all the time, when Neal’s blabbing about the mines or other things, her mind drifts off to Killian and his damn ocean blue eyes. She hasn’t been able to think about anything else. The way he touched her and made her come with his tongue, the way he demanded she look at him while he finger fucked her, it set her skin ablaze.

And now she’s afraid if she keeps going to the forest to open her thighs to him, she’ll get too attached. She can already feel a part of her slipping away.

On the fourth day, she is restless and antsy, so she goes out for a walk. She refuses to go to the forest or to see the gamekeeper, so she heads in the opposite direction.

It’s a quiet spring day, almost warm, as she goes to Arendelle through a little iron gate on the other side of the park fence, absorbed in her thoughts. She wants to turn around and head back to the hut to see the chicks and the hens but she knows Killian might be there, waiting for her.

Waiting and wanting.

And the thought scares her. Because she very much wants him too. But she can’t want him. She can’t give in. She refuses to.

Emma goes to Arendelle Farm where she’s greeted by Mrs. Bjorgman who’s holding her one year old daughter, Arya, and donning a bright smile. The pastures of Arendelle Farm run up to Goldby park fence, so they are neighbors, and Mr. Bjorgman leases the farm from Goldby Estate.

“Why, it’s Lady Cassidy!” Anna looks at her daughter. “Arya, who’s this? It’s Lady Cassidy! You know Lady Cassidy, don’t you?”

Emma waves at the little girl. “Why hello, Arya.”

Anna makes some lemonade, and the three of them go outside to the table.

Emma sings as she bounces Arya on her lap. “This is the way the farmer rides, Joggety, joggety, jog.” The adorable baby girl has her father's golden blonde hair poking out from under the bonnet and her mother's turquoise green eyes. “Joggety, joggety, jog.” Emma looks up at Anna, smiling. “She’s perfect.” If she’s being honest with herself, holding the small baby girl makes her want one of her own, and she feels a bit jealous of Anna and Kristoff. But of course she can’t have children, unless it’s with a man other than her husband.

“Don’t let her fool you. That one’s given us a lot of sleepless nights.”

“Bet it’s all worth it.”

“Well, we’re very happy to have you, aren’t we, Arya?” Anna leans forward, stroking her daughter’s cheek, speaking in a soft voice. “Aren’t we?”

“Neal and I talked about having a child one day.”

Anna looks up at her, surprised. “Have you?”

Emma nods. “I mean, just because he’s lost the use of his legs, doesn’t mean we can’t have children.”

The woman’s face lights up. “That’s wonderful, isn’t it? Arya would love a new playmate.”

“Would you?” Emma whispers to the baby.

“Being a mother, I recommend it by all means. I lied to you. She really is perfect,” Anna says proudly.

Emma can tell she enjoys motherhood.

When she looks up from Arya, she sees someone approaching from the path, and her heart skitters.

It’s Killian.

Her cheeks heat, butterflies swarming in her stomach. But at the same time, panic ripples through her for several reasons. For one, would Anna sense something is going on between Lady Cassidy and her husband’s gamekeeper? How would she react if she knew? Would Anna hate her? Two, Emma had been trying to avoid him and now he’s standing there all tall and handsome with those dreamy blue eyes and charming smile. He appears to be happy to see her but it could just be him being friendly toward Anna.

“What’s the gamekeeper doing here?” Emma asks her.

“He comes each day for fresh milk.” Anna rises from her chair. “Good day to you, Mr. Jones.”

“Mrs. Bjorgman.” He nods at Emma. “Lady Cassidy.”

Anna takes the milk bottle from him and looks at Emma. “Would you mind keeping an eye on her?”

“Not at all.” Emma gulps as Anna heads inside the house.

Killian waves at the baby. “Arya, hello.” He steps closer and points at the toy she’s playing with, speaking in a child-like voice. “Whatcha got there, tinker?” He straightens and joins his hands together in front of him as he looks up at Emma, speaking in his normal voice. “Said you’d come to the cottage.”

“I said I’d try.”

“Will you come later?” He reaches his hand out and caresses her cheek, but Emma pulls away from him and looks away, afraid Anna or someone else might see. She’s also afraid if she sees the look of disappointment on his face, she’ll give in.

When the door opens, Killian falls into his previous stance with his hands joined in front as Anna comes out and hands him the bottle of milk. “Here you are.”

“Thank you.”

“I should go.” Emma quickly stands and transfers Arya back to her mother’s arms.

“Oh, all right.”

Emma kisses Arya’s cheek and waves at her. “Good-bye, Arya.”

“Shall I walk you home?” Killian offers.

Emma’s a bit surprised he would ask her that in front of Anna, though Anna wouldn’t suspect anything. She’ll just think Killian is being a gentleman. “No. No, not necessary.” She looks at Anna. “Um…lovely to see you, Mrs. Bjorgman.” Emma spins around and walks away as quickly as she can without being obvious that she’s actually running away.

Running away from what, she’s not exactly sure. From Killian and the way he makes her feel, perhaps. The way he makes her heart race, the way he makes her feel good, his touch waking every part of her body. The way she gets these pesky butterflies in her stomach when she sees him.

“Do come again!” Anna calls behind her.

“I will!” Emma makes her way to the forest, her head hung low, her heart pounding. Will Killian come after her? Will he ask her to come to his cottage again? More importantly, will she give in to that charming smile and smoldering blue eyes?

She finds herself slowing down eventually, walking more casually.

“Emma!”

Sure enough, she can hear him calling for her from not too far behind her.

A small smile tugs at her lips. She knew he’d chase her.

“Are you avoiding me?!”

“What do you mean?!” she calls behind her. As if she has no idea what he’s talking about. She finally stops and turns slightly to see him heading toward her.

“Well, you didn’t come to the cottage.” He points a thumb over his shoulder. “And the way you pulled back from me just then…”

“Mrs. Bjorgman could have seen. Are you crazy?!”

He removes his hat as he closes the distance between them.

For some reason, her heart always skips and her breath hitches when he removes that damn hat, revealing that thick, gorgeous hair she loves running her fingers through.

“Come to the cottage, then.”

“No.”

He finally reaches her and comes so close, his lips are hovering over hers. He raises a brow as if he doesn’t believe her. Probably because there’s a tiny smile tugging at her mouth.

“By the time we get there, it’ll be too late.” She went for a walk at six, and she has to be back at seven for supper. Her heart hammers as she closes her eyes, remembering what his mouth tastes like, remembering his scent, goosebumps covering her skin. She wants to give in but she knows if she does, she won’t be able to stay away.

He eyes her lips and she looks at his, her willingness to fight him quickly fading away. It’s much easier when he’s not standing in front of her, staring at her like he wants to devour her. He moves in until his forehead is touching hers and they both lean in for a kiss but stop just as their lips touch, breaths mingling, afraid someone will see them here in the clearing. He turns his head and looks over her shoulder.

“Come through here.” He starts to walk away but looks back at her, desire and hunger pooled in those irresistible blue eyes, and she can feel her own will leaving her. Not having the heart to fight anymore, she’s giving in. She’s giving up.

He takes her hand and leads her to a small clearing surrounded by fir-trees. Releasing her hand, he stops and takes off his coat.

Emma raises a brow in bemusement, looking around. “Here?”

“Aye, milady.” He spreads out his jacket on the forest floor. “Right here.”

Her skin heats up.

She likes how commanding and confident he is as opposed to his usual quiet self who takes orders from her husband. Then she remembers he was an army lieutenant, and she can definitely see that side of him. In fact she hates that even now he addresses her properly. She doesn’t want him to be proper with her. She’s tired of all that sort of nonsense she deals with daily as the wife of a baronet. “Don’t call me that.”

Fire burns in his eyes as he stalks his way toward her like an animal stalking its prey. “You don’t want to be a lady?”

She shakes her head. “Not with you.”

“You want coarser treatment with me?”

“Mmhmm.”

He steps up to her, and thinking he’s going to kiss her, she leans in, but instead, he grabs her chignon, pulling her head back roughly, making her gasp. But not too rough. Not enough to hurt her. He kisses her neck, his sharp stubble dragging deliciously across her skin and she grows wet, feeling those warm lips and tongue on her, remembering how they felt between her thighs. She shudders at the memory.

He wraps his fingers gently around her neck, capturing her lips with his, other hand still holding a tight grip on her hair.

Yep, she’s definitely a goner.

Completely his for the taking.

The kiss is desperate and insistent at first but quickly becomes slower and tender, his tongue massaging hers, groans tearing from his throat.

Removing his hand from around her neck, he tugs at the silk belt around her dress. “Take this off.”

Emma quickly complies, untying it and tossing it to the ground.

She thinks he’ll ask her to take off the rest of her clothes, but he rips off the top of her dress instead, along with her thin sweater, revealing her bare breasts. Her mouth falls open in shock, her breath hitching. She hadn’t expected that, but she’s not complaining. He cups her breast in his hand, squeezing firmly, her nipples hardening against his palm. His other hand is still around her hair as she crushes his lips with hers, cupping the back of his neck.

“Undo my trousers,” he whispers against her lips and finally releases his hold on her.

Physically at least.

She does what she’s told and slips her hand inside his trousers to find his cock. Her breath catches when she feels how hard he is for her. Stroking her hand up and down his length, she grows even wetter at the thought of having him inside her again. She wants him to fuck her into oblivion.

Killian groans, his breaths quickening. “Fucking hell…” He nods toward the ground. “Lie down.”

“Hmm?”

“Lie down.”

She goes over and lies down flat on his coat.

“No…no, don’t turn away. Look at me.”

Emma props herself up on her elbows and watches as he pulls off his shirt, revealing a thin dusting of hair sprinkled on his chest. “I want you to fuck me.” Her voice is firm. Unwavering.

“You want me to fuck you?” He removes his trousers, freeing his thick, aching cock and reminding her how good he felt inside her.

Emma’s core throbs, and she needs him.

Desperately.

“Yes.”

Heat surges in his eyes as he stares at her hungrily and sinks to his knees, pulling her dress off the rest of the way and leaving on her stockings.

He fucks her there on the forest floor, both of them naked and moaning and panting.

And giving in.

Giving up.

She splays her hands on his back and pulls him closer, their bodies pressed together as he thrusts inside of her.

He captures her lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue sliding between her lips and delving into her mouth as she rocks her hips back and forth, meeting his thrusts, his tongue dancing with hers.

"Don't stop," she begs him breathlessly. "Fuck me harder."

He picks up speed, pounding into her fast and rough as requested.

Her body trembles and she can barely catch her breath. “Fuck!”

Knowing she’s close to the edge, he rises to his knees, taking her with him so she’s straddling his lap, and she brings her arms around the back of his neck. He takes her waist in his hands and dips his head forward, kissing her breasts and drawing her nipples into his warm, heavenly mouth. Emma tips her head back, moans erupting from her mouth as she rides him good and hard.

This man continues to surprise her.

When she first met him, Emma never thought she’d be naked in a forest with him, having sex.

He lifts his head and kisses her mouth again as he drives into her. “Come around my cock, Emma,” he whispers huskily in her ear, making her skin tingle.

Her body is on fire, and she can feel the heat building inside her. During their time apart, she had dreamed about this feeling. About Killian bringing her to orgasm after blissful orgasm with only his fingers or his tongue or his cock. She thinks he’s showing off with how easy he makes it seem. “Killian!”

He growls, holding her flush against him, his hand cupping the back of her neck as they both chase their orgasms, moaning and panting hard. “That’s it, Emma. Come with me. Come all over my cock.”

Unable to hold back any longer, her entire body shudders as currents of sensation swirl through her. She cries out, her walls fluttering around his cock as he explodes at the same time and empties his seed inside her.

Killian kisses her on the mouth as they try to catch their breaths. He's still on his knees, still holding her securely against him as he takes her bottom lip between his teeth, gently pulling. Emma's heart is pounding, a small smirk pulling at her lips, her head spinning. She's definitely not going to be able to stay away from him now. She is hooked.

They kiss slowly, lazily for a few moments, trying to reassemble themselves. Finally they both collapse on the ground, and Killian sprinkles kisses up her neck and along the side of her face, his breaths still shallow on her skin. She lays there inert, staring up at the boughs of the trees, unable to move, her limbs, molten, feeling boneless.

“We came off together that time,” he murmurs against the corner of her lips.

"Mmmhmmm," she hums in agreement, still basking in the warm aftermath of bliss.

“It’s good when it’s like that. Most folks live their lives without knowing that feeling,” he says, speaking rather dreamily.

She looks over at him, lifting a brow. “Really?”

He plants a kiss on her forehead. “Aye.” He lies beside her and she turns on her side, resting her head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall underneath her.

“Have you come off like that with other women?”

“No, not even when I was with Milah.” He takes her hand, pressing soft kisses to the back of her fingers. “We were married for six years…still married.”

Emma runs her fingers through his soft chest hair. "What happened with her?"

She can feel him tense underneath her. “I went off to war and she carried on with different men. Now she refuses to divorce me and harasses me for my war pension." He drops a kiss to the top of her head. “What about you and Neal?”

Emma shakes her head. “We’ve never had sex,” she confesses, her cheeks warming with embarrassment.

He eyes her in shock. “Never?”

“We never got the chance. On our honeymoon, he was worried about going back to war, so we put it off. Then he came back paralyzed.”

“I’m sorry, love.” He wraps his arms around her, holding her close. “It must be hard…to be married to someone and unable to be intimate like that with them.”

“It was at first,” she says simply, not wanting to talk about this for much longer. “But there are other ways to be intimate with someone.” She doesn’t wish to discuss Neal any longer and everything that went wrong with their marriage. “Speaking of Neal, I should get back home. He’ll wonder where I am.”

They both force themselves to get up, and he pulls on his trousers and helps Emma with her clothes. Once they’re dressed, Killian grabs his jacket from the ground and brushes it off before draping it over his arm. He does the same with his hat before putting it on, and Emma carries her sweater as they make their way through the forest, his free arm wrapped around her shoulders.

They’re mostly silent until they reach the tree by the park gate. “You know what you have?” she says.

He tucks his hand into his pocket and turns to look at her. “What’s that, love?”

“Tenderness.”

He chuckles in amusement, and she laughs with him. “I…I didn’t say you were gentle,” she clarifies. “I’ve had enough of gentlemen.”

“They’re a different breed,” he comments, the laughter dying in his throat.

“How do you mean?”

“Dead.” His expression becomes more serious, his face clouded over with grimness. “Dead.”

Emma tilts her head, her eyes urging him to explain.

“You’ve got to…cut those parts of you that feel off if you’re gonna send men into mines or…factories or…”—he peers down at the ground—“into battle.” He looks up at her again. “Either that or you live with what you’ve done.”

Emma steps closer to him, placing her hand on his chest. “You’re not like any man I’ve ever met before.”

“You’re not like any other woman.”

“How?” she asks curiously.

He leans in close, their lips almost touching. “You’re warm and kind…you are beautiful…inside and out.”

Her heart flutters as she captures his lips. “You know, I don’t think I realized how lonely I’ve been until now. Thank you.”

A pained expression comes over his face before he looks toward the direction of Goldby. “You better go.” He turns toward her again and sweetly kisses her lips, placing his hand on her back. “Goodnight, Emma,” he whispers.

“Goodnight, Killian.” She smiles at him before she has to pull away. She goes through the gate, finding it harder to walk away from him than the last time. But her smile never wanes as she thinks about their time together.

She walks home slowly, her knees weak as she realizes the depth of her feelings for Killian. Passion is nothing new to her, but this is something different entirely. Rather it’s yearning adoration, and it’s frightening but at the same time exhilarating. She feels like a much different person than she did before. She feels alive and vulnerable and helpless. So very helpless. It scares her because if she adores him too much, she will lose herself, become effaced. She fears her adoration for him, yet she will no longer fight against it.

Emma goes in through the side door and tries to sneak upstairs to take a bath before supper but she runs into Johanna before she reaches the stairs.

“Did Sir Neal wonder where I was?” Emma asks, trying to seem nonchalant.

“He did but I saw you go across the park to the iron gate, my Lady.”

“I walked over to Arendelle and had lemonade with Mrs. Bjorgman,” she explains. “Kristoff had gone to the market, so Anna and I and the baby had lemonade together. Arya is so adorable, such a doll,” Emma gushes, trying to calm the nerves in her stomach.

“It’s good for you to go out and see a bit of company sometimes. I was telling Sir Neal, it will do her ladyship a world of good if she’d go out among people more.”

“You’re right, Johanna, it’s made me feel much better, thank you.” With that, Emma heads for the stairs.

“Oh, milady...”

Emma stops and spins around. “Yes?”

Johanna steps toward her and pulls something out of Emma’s hair, holding it up in front of her.

It’s a small leaf.

Emma is filled with dread, but she tries not to let it show. “Thank you. It was rather windy on the walk back here,” she lies. The leaf most certainly got in her hair while she was being fucked in the forest by Killian.

“No worries.” Johanna throws her a wink.

Emma’s heart flutters with panic for a second. Does Johanna know she’s having an affair? If she does, Johanna doesn’t seem the type to gossip. Besides, there is nothing on the kind woman’s face that makes Emma think she has anything to worry about. Emma flashes her a smile and turns around again, scurrying off upstairs to her room and taking a bath. Then she cuts out some primrose silk from one of her old dresses so she can use it to sew a dress for Arya.

But after dinner, Neal does not let her go and instead wants to read a book to her as he usually likes to do in the evening.

So she sews a little silk frock while he reads.

“What are you making?” he asks when he’s finished, irritation evident on his face and in his tone. He doesn’t like that she was focused on other things rather than listening to him read.

“I’m making a child’s dress for Mrs. Bjorgman’s baby.”

Mrs. Bolton comes in with two glasses of malted milk for Neal, to make him sleep, and for Emma, to fatten her again. It’s a regular night-cap she had introduced.

Emma is glad to escape after she finishes her drink and thankful she needn’t help Neal to bed. She takes his glass and sets it on the tray before picking it up to leave outside the room. “Good night, Neal.” She heads out the door, and for the first time since they came to Goldby, she goes upstairs without kissing him goodnight. It makes him angry, but she doesn't care. Killian is the only one she wishes to kiss from now on. And she slips into bed with a smile on her face, looking forward to the next time she gets to see him.

My dear sister,

I’ve thought a lot about what you said at the wedding. That I never open my heart. That may have been true before the war, but I don’t think it is any longer. Lately, I’ve felt my heart opening up again. Despite all warnings. And I can assure you, nothing about it has been easy.

I hope you and David are doing well. I would love to visit soon.

Emma

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Spellbound

@kristanna-days

Witches and Wizards

Anna and Kristoff had been invited over to the simple cabin of Mrs. Bakke, the last resident of the parish of St. Sunniva in the mountains above Arendelle. It was a lovely fall day, and even the old graveyard looked cheerful on a day like this.

The woman walked straight to the fireplace and put on a kettle of water.

“Would you like some tea?” she asked them.

“Yes, please,” Anna replied. “Thank you.”

“And you?” the woman asked Kristoff.

“Sure,” he replied.

In the dark, she looked like some witch or wizard over a smoking cauldron.

“Here you go.”

12 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

My OCs: Inga

[picrew image of Inga (by me)]

Basics: Inga is the oldest daughter of Anna and Kristoff, born the summer after the events of Frozen II. She gives her tutors a run for their money, and mostly tolerates the public nature of royal life, but she prefers to spend time with close friends and family.

Official name: Princess Anna Iduna Ingeborg of Arendelle

Birthday: August 18th, 1847

Inga interview

Inga’s first appearance in my writing: Chapter 4 of The Young Diplomat: The Family Portrait

Other chapters where she features: Ch.5: The State Dinner ; Ch. 6: In the Royal Bedroom ; Ch. 11: A Visitor ; Ch. 14: Engagements and Familiarities ; Ch. 15 Name Day ; Ch. 16 Interlude ; (after this, she features in almost all of the chapters)

Shorter works featuring Inga in the same timeline as The Young Diplomat/Prince of Two Realms: Twenty Questions ; Domestic Fluff ; Map ; The Hanging Gardens ; also, many other drabbles.

Also, Inga features in my canon divergence drabble collection: What If

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13 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

The Cave

The long-awaited sequel to Midsummer...

Kristoff took a deep breath. The men of the family were helping him get ready–well, they weren’t family by blood, but that didn’t matter. He had grown up here, and watched others go through this ceremony, and now it was his turn. It was his wedding day.

Somehow, Anna had agreed to this. He had explained to her in detail what would go on, and as insane as his family’s traditions were, she had agreed. He had heard people use words like “cult” or “commune” when he told them how he grew up, but she had been merely curious, not judgmental. That meant a lot. He often felt bad that she didn’t have much family, but her sister, Elsa, would be coming.

“She’s here!” one of his cousins whispered through the door.

“Are you ready, Kristoff?” Cliff asked him.

“Ready,” Kristoff affirmed.

He had seen this countless times growing up: they put the white linen over his head, tying it with a blindfold over his eyes. He would see Anna again once they were married.

He stood there under the midsummer sun listening to the familiar incantations and exhortations about the meaning of marriage, which all took a deeper meaning now. He was glad they hadn’t invited any of their friends to this, because he was pretty sure he would be an emotional wreck at the end of this once the blindfolds came off and they were really married.

He heard the final words of the ceremony, and someone linked their hands. He didn’t remember Anna’s hands feeling so cold before, but she was probably nervous.

The blindfolds came off.

“Elsa?” he gulped.

“I said I’d be here!” she said cheerfully.

“Where’s Anna?” he whispered, realizing that his family was already coming over to congratulate them.

Elsa didn’t seem to immediately grasp what had happened. Bulda came over to congratulate her.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Anna!” she gushed.

“I’m not Anna,” Elsa told her.

“You’re not Anna?” Bulda repeated, looking confused. “Would you prefer we called you another name?”

“Elsa, I’m Elsa. Anna is my sister.”

“Ah, I’ll go let everyone know that we should call you Elsa.” Bulda cheerily went off to inform the rest of the family.

Elsa was looking over at the road to the farm. Kristoff realized it was Anna’s car that they were watching approach.

Elsa looked at Kristoff. He stood, staring. Anna cheerfully stepped out of her car.

“Elsa! Kristoff! Oh! I hope I haven’t kept you waiting too long!”

“Anna, there’s…” Elsa began, obviously not sure what had happened.

“Kristoff,” Anna said as her sister trailed off, “I thought you said I wouldn’t be able to see you until the ceremony was over.”

“So, um, Anna,” Kristoff began, “it’s a funny thing…”

“Well, if everyone is just waiting around,” Anna said, “maybe I should just go introduce myself and then get changed.”

“Anna,” Elsa grabbed her sister’s arm, “I’m so sorry, I have no idea how it happened, but the women thought I was you, and they dressed me up in this, and blindfolded me, and I’m not quite sure-”

“Technically, Elsa and I are married now,” Kristoff explained.

“Wait, what?” Anna exclaimed.

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Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Tag some people to play the next round!

Thanks to @inkandmoonbeams for the tag!

(1) Eugene Fitzherbert had certainly seen quite a lot in his life, but he was fairly certain this was the first time he was being inspected by rock trolls.

(2) The men left, and the boy and his little reindeer couldn’t keep up.

(3) The band was playing some old English carol, and Kristoff stood in the corner of the ballroom.

(4) Mrs. Allen looked at her daily schedule and sighed.

(5) “Here you go,” the man said as he put a pint down on the table.

(6) Elsa sat at her desk sipping at her ice tea, staring out the window.

(7) Frederick and Meibel stood at the dock, waiting for the last possible minute for Frederick to get on board.

(8) Hey, Olaf, are you busy?

(9) Tom pulled the car up to the roadside inn.

(10) It was a warm summer day, and everyone in Arendelle had gathered for a fair.

(11) Princess Anna of Arendelle sat in the library at the castle with Rapunzel, looking at the map spread out on the desk, smiling curiously.

(12) Kristoff sat on the couch, flipping through the channels.

(13) It was a hot afternoon.

(14) Inga stood on the balcony at the palace, looking down at the capital city of the Kingdom of Corona.

(15) The candles were lit.

(16) It was a warm summer evening, and the carnival was in town, and nearly all the servants had been given the evening off to attend, since the family was away.

(17) “Emma, are you well?” Mr. Knightley asked, putting his hand on her shoulder.

(18) “It’s so quiet,” Anna whispered.

(19) “Kristoff, what are you doing?” Anna asked as she stepped into the bathroom.

(20) “The Crown Princess Rapunzel of Corona,” the royal steward announced as he opened the door to the Queen’s study.

Given how many of these I wrote in February ( did one of these in early February, and there’s no overlap), I find it amusing how many of the opening lines reference warm or hot weather. As far as a favorite line, I don’t know.

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19 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Midsummer

Day four of the February Ficlet Challenge... Elsa and Kristoff...

Elsa drove further along the highway, into the unknown. She didn’t quite trust the GPS to get the right address, but there hadn’t been any cross streets for miles, so she couldn’t have taken a wrong turn. She was singing to herself, since the only radio stations out this far were not exactly to her taste in music. She wasn’t much for public performances, but singing in the car by herself was a little secret indulgence.

Rolling farm fields began giving way to hilly woods. She glanced down at her phone. There was no service whatsoever out here. Probably the hills took care of that. Elsa didn't mind this drive. She liked Anna’s boyfriend--well, now he was her fiance, and by tonight they would be married. Kristoff had said he was from nowhere in particular, but Elsa hadn’t realized that he was really from this far out in the middle of nowhere. He was nice, though, and since Anna had first brought him home, she had trusted him. He had become a good friend, so even though this wedding was a bit sudden, she had given her blessing and jumped at Anna’s request to be her bridesmaid.

“I just wish she would have agreed to ride with me,” Elsa caught herself saying out loud. She sighed. Anna would be there, but she insisted on driving herself so that she could pick up a few last minute items, and she wanted to make sure that someone got there on time so that Kristoff wouldn’t worry.

“In five hundred feet, turn left,” the GPS voice suddenly announced.

Elsa blinked and shook her head. She had zoned out. Lifting her foot off the gas pedal to make sure she had time to turn, she put on the signal despite the complete lack of other cars for miles in either direction. There was a dirt road to the left, but still no houses in sight.

The road was bumpy and rutted, curving this way and that, slowly winding up the hill. The woods began giving way to rocky clearings. Around a rock outcropping, she saw a group of irregular houses, and what she could only guess was a tent for the wedding.

“You have arrived,” the GPS informed her.

“That’s obvious enough,” she muttered at the electronic voice coming from her phone.

She slowed down, the rattle of the gravel quieting down as she pulled to the side of the road at the first house to the right.

Any other cars must be parked elsewhere. She stepped out of the car, and grabbed the dress hanging in the back seat. She needed to find where she could change clothes. Why couldn’t they have planned to at least have an overnight before the ceremony? Anna said she’d never been to this place, either, but Kristoff insisted that they weren’t allowed to be there until right until the ceremony.

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“Who even does that?” Elsa asked.

“Sorry,” Kristoff apologized, “it’s how my family does things.”

“Where are they from, anyway?”

“Mostly nearby,” Kristoff shrugged. “It’s… kind of their own thing. I guess it’s kind of new. I mean, it’s not new, don’t tell them I said it was new, please…”

“Wait, is this like-”

“It’s a kind of a commune, okay? I promise they don’t do anything too out there. I know there’s that Norwegian movie-”

“I saw it, but it’s Swedish, not Norwegian,” Elsa corrected, immediately realizing she was missing the point.

Kristoff groaned. “Right… People keep talking about that movie when I tell them about where I grew up. I swear it’s nothing like that. I’ve told Anna about what’s going to happen at the wedding, so just… play along?”

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Elsa stood by her car holding the dress in its plastic cover, looking around. Thankfully it wasn’t raining this week. The place would get entirely too muddy. She could see why Kristoff had brought up that movie. Kristoff didn’t give her bad vibes, unlike- she wouldn’t think about Anna’s ex. She never liked him.

Elsa walked toward the closest house. “Hello?”

She heard some commotion, and some women came out of the house.

“She’s here!” several said.

Elsa smiled nervously. “Is this where I can change?”

“Don’t worry about that,” one woman said, taking the dress from her.

“You can change into that later after the ceremony,” a younger woman assured her.

Kristoff had said to go with it. This was for Anna.

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consider this my

𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 ✧ anna of arendelle

anna of arendelle is a CANON character from disney's FROZEN frachise. you can learn a touch more about my portrayal [ HERE ].

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Love Comes At A Cost Ch. 4

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Chapter 1: Anna’s Astute Mind

Chapter 2: This Warmth has A Name

Chapter 3: The Hooded Figure

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Chapter 4: Moment of Truth

A throbbing heat pulsated in the gashes of Elsa’s wound, sharp yet distant. Flitting past tree after tree, a white mist expelled at every jagged breath, she listened to padded thumps against the snow as she took one hasty stride after another.

She wasn’t sure where she was heading to or what she was running away from.

Why wasn’t she with the Northuldra? Had she been followed? Where’s Honey? And Ryder? Nokk and Gale?

She wanted to look around and search for a semblance of life in this expanse of barren shrubbery, but her eyes remained steadily trained on what laid ahead. Slowly, an Arendellian village emerged beyond the light sleet of snow, possibly home to not more than twenty families.

Candle lights flickered behind frosted window panes. Loud snores rattled old bed frames. Perhaps, if the wind hadn’t been howling like a terror-stricken wolf, Elsa could’ve heard a lullaby seeping through the thin weather-beaten walls of the house right in front of her.

Everyone was asleep.

Careful steps brought Elsa closer to these houses, each painting a picture of their respective family’s lives in one way or another.

One house boasted a calculated tidiness, which paralleled that of royal chambermaids; books were nestled in shelves if not stacked atop dusted tables; lacquered pine bowls glistened under moonlight; jackets of various sizes were neatly piled on a sturdy coat stand. One neighbouring house also seemed to shelter a family with children; though, their boots were scattered from the kitchen to the living room.

Another house revealed hoards of wooden planks beyond sawdust-coated windows, perched against any surface that could be found by the carpenter presumably living here.

Elsa peered further into this house, her forehead pressing against the window. She figured this carpenter lived alone. Every piece of furniture that wasn’t commissioned seemed buried under a stack of wood, some intricately carved, some freshly axed.

Elsa inched closer to the front door, turning its knob with an adroit twist. She entered to find strong whiffs of Arendellian pine wafting through the unkempt first floor. Roaming further inwards, she gingerly stepped over large debris and chiselling tools that were strewn across the floor, and soon began climbing up a flight of stairs.

Elsa wasn’t sure why she had intruded upon this man’s home, let alone her little venture into his private quarters. Perhaps, he could help Elsa in some way.

He was sleeping soundly, this carpenter. He couldn’t be more than forty. Beetling over parted lips was his brown moustache. His shoulders were broad, muscles on his arms as chiseled as his woodwork.

Slowly, Elsa found herself climbing into his bed.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Elsa could feel her muscles tensing in restraint but it didn’t stop her body from crawling its way closer to this innocent man.

Elsa’s breaths grew shallower as panic washed over her.

What was she doing?

Her right hand snaked its way up this man’s cheek, brushing against his stubble, rousing him, before closing his mouth with a firm clasp. Startled, the man’s eyes fluttered open, widening at what was undeniably the former Queen of Arendelle sitting comfortably atop his chest.

Elsa felt her stomach churn.

She wanted to offer the poor man some form of explanation, ask for help, apologise. But, she was trapped in a body with a mind of its own.

The second this man grabbed a fist full of Elsa’s blouse, Elsa found herself shackling his limbs onto the bed frame with ice.

Muffled against Elsa’s palm were his frightened screams.

Elsa could feel the thump of her heart in the chilling quiver reverberating within her bones. She was helpless. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t scream, couldn’t cry.

She couldn’t screw her eyes shut.

She had to let this play out, run its course, witness all for the horror it was.

She descended, her mouth ajar, the bulbous vein protruding out from the man’s neck snapping her attention into place.

She bit him.

He screamed.

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Frozen Fanfiction “Such A Cost” Ch.9

(Elsa sacrifices her magic to save Anna)

Start with these first: part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part eight

Thanks for everyone’s encouragement to keep this going! You guys are awesome! It’s been a while - maybe re-read ch.8 to remember where we left off! (I know I had to! ;P )

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Even from this distance, Markus can hear the alarm sounding in Arendelle. It’s so loud – it seems as though the sound is ricocheting off the mountainous fjords surrounding the kingdom.

Their approach is slow and steady. No need to race in just yet.

He takes out his spyglass. He had heard years ago of how Arendelle’s Witch Queen had embellished the castle with ice.

There is no ice.

Not that he didn’t trust his spies, but it still felt good to be certain.

“Ready your fire!” He screams. His people scramble to carry out his orders. They’ve done this countless times, with a spotless record. They will not fail. Especially not here, in tiny little Arendelle- there is nothing, and no one, to stop them.

The cannons are loaded, and Markus sends out a singular boat – a small little thing, just meant for a person or two. It’s got a white flag on it which waves in the spring breeze out on the fjord. It heads towards the shores of Arendelle.

He’s got a message for the Queen.

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The alarms ring in her ears so loudly she cannot even think.

The clanging and trumpeting drowns out all and any other sound, including the thoughts that are racing through her mind.

Soldiers and guards race up to her, surrounding her. They open their mouths, presumably speaking, but she can only make out a word or two over the alarm, and it gets worse when more people arrive and begin speaking as well.

“What?!” She yells, breathing heavily and reaching up to cover her ears.

Two of the men begin to repeat themselves at the same time, but she can’t focus on either one of them. Her hands held up to her ears begin to prickle like mad, making her skin itch and crawl like there are ants underneath. Not now! The distraction is maddening.

“Turn those off!” She shouts to make herself heard, removing her hands from her ears to jab her fingernails deeply into her stinging skin. Some of the men run off the deliver the order, when suddenly her Captain of the Guard appears around the corner.

“Your Majesty-” he seems to mouth, urgency in his eyes. “It is Garia.”

Elsa knows, she saw their flag- a coiled snake with a spear ran through its middle. She remembers the letter from a particular spy of hers, and wishes she could freeze his balls off right now. Followed by his head.

Suddenly, the Captain’s gaze turns curious, his eyes squinting out the window towards the ships. Elsa follows suit.

The alarms stop, the silence itself somehow deafening in and of itself. But Elsa doesn’t even notice the ringing in her ears at the absence of sound.

All she can focus on is the tiny boat that is slowly making its way onto her shore, a fluttering white flag pitiful in the wind.

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“Are they mad?!” Her captain shouts, waving the missive in the air like a flag. “Relinquish control of Arendelle or make peace with its destruction?!”

He lowers his arms and Elsa takes the opportunity to snatch the paper back from him simply so she has something to keep her fingers occupied.

“Permission to ready the ships and land cannons, your Majesty?”

“Of course.”

But it will be too late. She can feel it. She hasn’t seen any wars nor battles in her quarter of a century, thankfully, despite the fact that she’s spent most of her lifetime fighting one with herself. But she has studied past wars, battle strategies and tactics. She is no expert, but her navy, though well-equipped to deal with harsh seas and tumultuous waters of the fjords, is small and inexperienced. Her army is the same.

Besides, the enemy is already here, dark shadows upon their beautiful shores. They don’t have time to come up with a strategy. The time to fight is now.

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The messenger calmly rows back to his ship, response in hand. The Queen herself had delivered it to him, pride and stubbornness written just as clearly across her features as the fear in her blue eyes. It was a shame, really, he thinks, watching the water ripple in the clear fjord waters around him. She would make a pretty prisoner, though he had expected her to be the striking exotic blonde that he had heard tales and seen portraits of. He wondered what Markus would do with her.

And with her feisty sister. Princess Anna had stood her ground resolutely by her sister’s side when they delivered the missive back to him. The Princess had set her jaw and given him a glower that was so fierce he thought she could go toe to toe with Markus himself.

“You will never have Arendelle,” she had said, glaring and scowling. “What gives you the right-” she had lunged at him then, and would have grabbed his neck as planned if the Queen hadn’t suddenly taken hold of her arm.

“Anna,” she breathed, pained. She closed her eyes and sighed. “Please.”

The Queen handed him the letter back and took a deep breath, shaking her head and clenching her jaw. “Arendelle is not yours for taking. We will not, and never will, surrender.”

The sisters stalked away, surrounded by guards, but the messenger heard the Princess whisper as she turned away from him.

“I wish you could still freeze his balls.”

“Me too.”

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The Arendelle navy readies its ships. On land, soldiers wait for orders to fire.

Markus reads the missive delivered back to him. It is as he expected.

The white flag is brought down.

“Fire!”

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Elsa and Anna, along with a handful of soldiers, race to round up their people to the safe houses and into the castle.

The guards had objected to the royals’ involvement, but the sisters took their responsibility seriously.

“If Arendelle falls, so do we.” Princess Anna had announced resolutely, and the Queen nodded in agreement.

Hurry, hurry!

They knock on doors, ushering people away to safety.

But where is safety?

The ground shakes with the impact of cannonballs as people flee. Elsa’s legs feel weak from the quaking beneath her but an icy prickling shooting up from her toes distracts her. It reminds her of what she once had. What she could once do for her people and for Arendelle.

But one glance at her sister makes her shake the thought away. Anna settles a young boy on her hip and helps an elderly woman, perhaps the grandmother, to her feet and out the door, unaware of her sister’s tender gaze. She shushes the boy to calm him and patiently guides the woman over the doorstep. The itching and tingling begins back up in Elsa’s arms and hands and she instead focuses on warning the next house over. You’ve made your choice.

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The castle is full; jam-packed like lutefisk pickling in a jar.

The girls and the guards had rounded up as many citizens as they could while it had still been safe to be out – but though the castle was bursting, Elsa knew in her heart that there were countless more families in the city and its outskirts that would be susceptible. She only hoped that her military would be enough.

Could I-….no. She pushes the thought away before she is too tempted.

She and Anna find their way back to her office. It offers the perfect view of the coast. At times the only thing that would give her peace from a stressful day or meeting, the view is now a window into an uncertain, daunting future.

The girls watch as their own ships leave the pier of Arendelle and head out onto the fjord. Their army waits for enemies on shore, crossbows in hand and cannons at the ready. A few Garia ships near their rocky coastline.

Anna paces on the familiar rug. “How could this happen? Can’t we do something?” Her tone is pleading, frustrated.

“We’re doing all we can, Anna.” Elsa responds. She closes her eyes and sighs. This is her fault. Her failure. Why hadn’t she listened to her council? All that talk of increased vulnerability ever since she had relinquished her magic. She had listened, but hadn’t acted. Well, hadn’t acted quickly enough. They had tried, but recruitment and enlistment was low. They had to wait until winter had passed to ramp up mining and weapons production. Everything seemed to be working against their favor.

And now should the kingdom would fall, her memories of ice and snow rising up from her core would never do anything to stop it.

The foundation of the castle quakes. They can see smoke rising in the distance. The first Garia ship reaches the shore and her army attempts to evade being shot at. Others prime themselves to attack once the Garia navy disembarks from their ship.

The windows remain closed, but the girls imagine they can hear the whistling of cannonballs through the air, the twang of crossbows let loose, and the keening of families as their home is lost.

The first flaming arrow is let loose from a Garia ship.

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Arendelle is burning.

“Elsa, we have to do something!” Anna shouts, as they watch another section of the city go up in flames. The gates below them open to allow another family into the castle that has lost their home.

“I know, Anna! But what?!” She begins to pace. “Our only other option is to surrender and let Garia rule us,” Elsa responds. It kills her to say those words. She has never enjoyed ruling Arendelle. She never wanted to be Queen. But she would rather die than see her kingdom burning like this, would rather be tortured than watch her citizens lose their homes and belongings.

The next hit is taken by the school that Anna spent months working on. She screams as it is blasted to pieces.

“How can we ever come back from this!?”

Elsa watches as Arendelle’s best naval ship unleashes a volley of cannons at Garia’s fleet. Two are hit – right before her own ship is brought down itself. They have no chance.

“We can’t do this. We haven’t a chance. We must surrender.”

“Elsa, no! You can’t give up Arendelle!”

“What choice do I have, Anna!?” Elsa’s eyes are wide and wild. “We’re not prepared for this!” She gestures out to the school that no longer stands. “What will be left of us? If we do not surrender to Garia there will no longer even be Arendelle!”

She spins around suddenly, whirling to face the portrait of their father, hands clenching to fists at her sides.

The sight is familiar to her – it is one she has gazed at hundreds if not thousands of times. She stares up into her father’s hazel eyes, his youthful face full and yet unmarred by the trials of ruling. Elsa squeezes her eyes shut as a tear slowly leaks out, followed by another and another.

Anna approaches her sister and holds tightly to her shoulders but is silent.

“I can’t fail you again,” Elsa whispers weakly to the portrait. “You trusted me, after everything. And now look what I’ve done.”

“Elsa,” Anna breathes. “Stop blaming yourself. It’s not your fault.”

“It IS!” Elsa’s breathing is ragged and she wipes the tears from her cheeks harshly with her forearm. “I left us vulnerable. I’m responsible for this destruction, for these deaths.” She glances back out the window at her fighting troops. “They are out there, dying for us!”

She grabs Anna’s shoulders, wills her to understand. “I gave up my powers for you, Anna – all I had to offer the kingdom.” Anna’s shoulders sag with guilt but Elsa shakes her at the misunderstanding.

“No, Anna – I would do it a thousand times over again. I would do anything to protect you and to keep you safe, Anna – don’t you see?! I gave that part of myself to protect you – and instead I’ve put your life in danger once more. Do you think Garia will let us live, Anna? Do you think they will treat you kindly because you’re a princess? By giving up my powers, I have doomed us all, including you!”

She moans and sags to her knees. “I just wanted to keep you safe,” she whispers.

A pit of dread settles itself in Anna’s stomach. She has a thought, though it makes her feel sick. She lowers herself on suddenly shaky legs to the floor next to her sister and holds Elsa’s cool hands in her own abruptly clammy ones. She only takes a moment to ponder her next words – they don’t have the luxury of time to weigh a decision.

“Elsa,” Anna says softly. Elsa looks up at her with hopeless eyes. “I think we both know what you have to do.”

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Any predictions for what’s going to happen? (surely you’ve figured it out by now!)

Would absolutely love to hear what you think, it’s your encouragement that keeps me writing!

And yeah if you couldn’t tell I’ve never written a battle scene before, and never want to again. Too bad the next chapter will also involve these things *sigh*. So sorry if it seems like I have no clue what I’m talking about because, well, I don’t. XD

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The Deed of the Invisible Weasel Ch 7

“The Skies Closed In”

Anna, Kristoff, and the Captain of the Guard stood in the curtain wall of the castle watching a boat row toward the Weseltonian ship in their harbor through one of the narrow windows. In the boat, a soldier and a herald approached peacefully with the Arendelle banner waving in the wind.

“Breathe, Anna,” Kristoff said, and he put a hand on his girlfriend’s shoulders. She looked at him and let out a deep breath before returning her gaze to the herald and the soldier. She kept waiting for arrows to fly from the ship and cut down her men.

“They’re just about at the ship,” she said. The Weseltonian ship threw down a ladder and the herald began to climb up with the knight throwing anchor and then following suit. “How long do you think they’ll be on the ship?” Anna asked when the duo was safely aboard the vessel. Then to her horror the knight was tossed overboard and disappeared into the fjord’s cool waters. “No!” she screamed. A minute later the herald was headed down the ladder and back into his boat. He began to row, and a flaming arrow shot out from the ship, catching the Arendelle banner. The banner caught fire quickly and burnt horribly in the morning breeze.

“I’ll go down and meet him, Highness,” the Captain of the Guard said.

“Very good,” Anna responded. The Captain of the Guard gave a short bow and left. Anna immediately began walking swiftly and Kristoff followed her.

“Anna?” Kristoff asked.

“No matter what they told the herald, they’re not going to give us a peaceful message. We’ve got to begin to prepare for a battle, and I have an idea, but I’m going to need Elsa’s help.” Anna explained. Kristoff nodded and walked by her side.

Arriving at Elsa’s bedroom, Anna knocked on the door.

“Come in!” Olaf called happily. The duo walked in and found Olaf sitting on the bed next to Elsa who was nibbling a piece of toast and sipping a cup of tea. Gerda stood nearby and nodded respectfully at Anna and Kristoff. Elsa set down her breakfast and smiled tiredly.

“How are you feeling?” Anna walked over to her sister’s bed and hugged her gently.

“I’ve felt better,” Elsa said and hugged her back. “Gerda has been hovering around me like a mother hen. She won’t let me out of bed at all.” Elsa laughed, but her laughter dissolved into coughs and she held her side in pain. Anna winced.

“Elsa,” she said, “We have to talk.”

“What’s wrong?” Elsa immediately became serious. Anna bit her lower lip.

“Elsa, there are warships in the fjord.” Anna told her. Elsa’s eyes widened and she accidentally upset her breakfast. She immediately tried to get up and Anna only just caught her and kept her from falling to the floor. Olaf gasped. “Whoa! Whoa! Calm down!” Anna steadied her and pushed her back into the bed.

“Anna, I need to talk with my council. There are things I need to do,” Elsa said urgently.

“No. You need to stay in bed. I’ve got everything under control.” Anna insisted. “We have a herald out in a boat right now, and I’ll let you know what happens as soon as I know something, but I need something from you first,” Anna explained. Elsa nodded. “We know that the warships are from Weselton. The Duke slipped away from the castle, so we couldn’t question him.”

“What do you need me for?” Elsa wondered.

“The herald was not received warmly. He will be returning to us, but I don’t think the news will be good.” Anna told Elsa. “I have a plan, but I’m going to need your help for it to succeed. Can you make ice right now?” Elsa raised her hands and concentrated, her trademark snowflake appeared between them, and her spilled tea rose from the bed in a stream of ice. She gasped for breath desperately, and wilted against her pillow tiredly. “Elsa, are you okay?” She nodded and concentrated on catching her breath.

“I hope your strategy does not rely heavily on ice.” Elsa whispered and struggled to stay awake. Anna stroked Elsa’s arm in concern and Elsa’s breathing slowed as she fell into a deep sleep. Gerda picked up Elsa’s toast from the ground, and grabbed the upset tea cup. Anna frowned.

“Gerda,” Anna said, “Let me know when she wakes up again.” Gerda nodded and continued cleaning. Olaf stroked Elsa’s forehead gently as he sat next to her. “Come on, Kristoff.” Anna led him out of the bedroom and toward Elsa’s council rooms when Kai met them in the hallway.

“Your Highness, the herald has returned to the castle. The Captain of the Guard is waiting to report to you,” Kai told her. She nodded, and they began to follow the manservant swiftly. They walked to the curtain wall again where the Captain of the Guard stood with the herald who looked absolutely miserable.

“Captain, you have a report?” Anna asked.

“Your Highness, the Duke of Weselton himself gave the herald a message,” said the Captain. “He says that Queen Elsa will be dead before noon tomorrow if Arendelle doesn’t surrender itself, and that it shall pay for the embarrassment and loss of trade it has put the Duchy of Weselton through.” The Captain reported. “Arendelle has until dawn tomorrow to decide its fate, or the warships of Weselton shall decide for it.”

“Thank you, Captain,” Anna said. “We need to have the cannons at the ready at all times should the Duke and his ships decide to change their minds. They don’t know that we’ve managed to cure Elsa, and we need to make her our secret weapon.”

“Anna, are you sure?” Kristoff looked at Anna in concern. “She’s still very weak.”

“We have no choice. Kristoff, go into Arendelle and prepare the villagers to evacuate tonight. Captain, you and I have to go meet with the council.” Anna gave her orders decisively, and then she walked away.

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When All Is Lost, All Is Found Ch.1- The Sailor

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No one was to set foot on the island, that was the decree from King Runeard. And for over 40 years, that decree was followed. Now, when a stranded sailor washes up on Arendelle's shores, claiming he survived the Island, that decree is about to be broken.

Sequel to "Beware the Frozen Heart"

I’m BACK BABEY!!!!!

The waters of Corona Bay glistened under the full moon. Few people were still out and about at this ungodly hour: drunkards stumbling out of pubs to return to their wives, women of the evening strutting about offering their services, and a few homeless children scurrying the empty streets like the rats they slept with. Down by the docks, several shady and hooded figures darted from shadow to shadow, avoiding the numerous guard patrols along the way. One by one, they slid silently into one of the warehouses on the north side. Closing the door behind them, they each removed their hoods and breathed a sigh of relief. One of the men, a thin bald man with cold silver eyes, walked forward to inspect the large crates before him while a still hooded man walked up beside him.

“You two,” he called out, pointing to two men, “get these things open!” The men walked forward as they brandished crowbars. With a loud *clunk*, the two men sank their crowbars in between the wood covering and yanked with all of their might, producing a loud squeaking sound as the nails were pulled out of the wood.

“This’d better be worth it,” he mumbled to the man beside him.

“Yesss, much worth here,” the hooded figure said in a thick Eastern European accent, “I’ve been watching this place for weeks, these crates are full of Chinese jade. Worth millions.”

“Let’s just hope you're right…”

As he finished talking, the crate opened with the loud clattering of wood on stone. All of the men gathered around the opening, ready to collect the precious materials inside, only to be surprised when the crate was empty. Frustrated murmurs filled the warehouse.

“What the-!?” The bald man shouted, turning to the hooded figure, “you said it’d be here!”

His anger was cut short by the sound of guns cocking from behind the crate. Several guards filed out to meet the group with pistols raised. One of them, a young man with a thick red hair and mustache, approached the bald man with a fearful scowl.

“Johann Üstag,” he announced, raising his pistol to his chest, “you’re under arrest in the name of Arendelle and Corona!”

“What?! But how?!”

“Me, you old dumbass!” The hooded figure shouted, dropping his accent. He pulled his hood back to reveal his gaunt face, jet black hair, and scar traveling down the left side of his face. His brown eyes met the man’s silver ones.

“ERYN?!”

“Hello, Johann,” Eryn sneered, “miss me?”

“I-I thought you were in Istanbul, looking for-”

“- for Liam? He’s long gone, I’m afraid. Leapt off the Hagia Sophia rather than come quietly.”

Johann’s body shook at Eryn’s words, “You bastard! Turning on your own friends like this!”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t turn on me, Johann! I still remember when you ruined damn near a month of prep with a bomb.”

“That was Alius, and from what I’ve heard you already got him back.”

“Your right, I did,” Eryn pulled out a revolver from his cloak and aimed it at Johann’s head, “but you didn’t do shit to stop him, so I’m considering this ‘tying up loose ends.’ Now, hands where I can see them, will you?”

Johann glared at him as he raised his hands.

“He’s all yours, Lenny,” Eryn said. Linaeus walked up to Johann and slapped a pair of shackles around the old man’s wrists. One by one, the guards moved through the mob of criminals, restraining them in a similar fashion. Eryn and Linaeus walked through the crowd until they passed through the doors of the warehouse.

“Well,” Linaeus said, “that should be the last of them, right Eryn?”

“Yep,” Eryn sighed, “He’s all that was left.”

“Then why so grim looking? You should be glad this is over now.”

“I still think that I could’ve taken care of it mys-”

Eryn’s sentence was interrupted by a series of rough, dry coughs. He brought his hand up to his face as he tried to force whatever was in his lungs out. Linaeus leaped as Eryn’s coughing fit started up.

“Eryn, are you alright?!” Linaeus said startled.

“I-I’m fine,” Eryn panted as he recomposed himself, “nothing to worry about.”

“Those coughs have been plaguing you for the last two years! There has to be something wrong.”

“It’s. Nothing. Lenny. We need to focus on the job at hand and get these bastards back to Arendelle.”

“Eryn…”

“Trust me, Lenny,” Eryn placed his hand on Linaeus’s shoulder, giving him a half smile, “I’m fine.” Linaeus gave Eryn a worried expression, “Can you at least promise me you’ll get it checked out when we get back?”

“Fine. Now, shall we get going?”

“I have to sort this out with Captain Fitzherbert first. These criminals are also Corona’s problem.”

“Rrright…” Eryn rolled his eyes. He’d grown a rather serious distaste for the husband of the Princess of Corona. At times, the man gave off this air of arrogance and romanticism, something that grated Eryn’s nerves only slightly. It was when Linaeus introduced him to Captain Fitzherbert that their relationship soured.

“I still don’t understand how you two don’t get along. You two are almost identical.”

“We would’ve gotten along if someone didn’t mention the whole ‘pledged my life to an ancient evil to be an assassin’ bit.”

Linaeus cringed at Eryn’s retort, “Look, I said I was sorry.” “It was the first thing you said when introducing m-” a rapid series of coughs interrupted Eryn as he doubled over.

“Why don’t you just… head back to the ship. I’ll talk with Eugune myself.”

“F-fine,” Eryn sputtered, regaining his composure. He hobbled past Linaeus, trying to stifle any remaining coughs.

Linaeus did nothing but shake his head as he watched Eryn slowly return to the ship. Ever since Skyne’s death, Eryn had been acting… strange. When he wasn’t chasing down a lead on one of his former colleagues, he was distancing himself from everyone. He would eat by himself, deliberately avoid the guards assigned to him, and, strangest of all, would take long lonely walks in the dead of night. Any attempt to find out what was wrong was met with a grumbled “nothing” followed by a mild to severe coughing fit. Linaeus couldn’t help but feel worried for his old friend. He let out a sigh, turning back to the warehouse to discuss the transfer of prisoners with Captain Fitzherbert.

He was concerned for Eryn, but Arendelle always had to come first.

XXXXXX

Eryn slumped against the door to his cabin before letting out another coughing fit. It felt as if he gargled seawater and chased it down with wood shavings. All he wanted to do at this point was rip his throat out and toss it into the ocean. Two godforsaken years had these coughs been plaguing him. Eryn lost count of how many sleepless nights he endured, jolted awake by the intrusion in his throat and lungs. As the coughing passed, he let out an exasperated groan. In a way, he felt like this was some kind of cosmic punishment for thinking he could face Skyne alone. Linaeus told him the whole ordeal a few days after apprehending Markus, how Skyne struck him down and how the queen managed to intervene and kill the monster. The one chance he had to prove himself and he blew it.

You really are an ass, aren’t you? He thought to himself, the whole world could’ve ended because of you, and you’re sitting here pissed because you didn’t get the fame for saving it. How the hell did you convince Elsa to spare you…

Eryn let loose a loud sigh. In his mind, Elsa was being far too kind to him. The two of them met all because of a few sacks of gold and the request of her head on a silver platter. Secretly, he’d been dreading the day the final member of the old gang was in chains. That meant he’d have to return to Arendelle and face her again. Eryn wasn’t sure what would await him upon the delivery of Johann. He fully expected to be thrown in the dungeons once again, or even put on the gallows immediately.

Mustering the little strength he had gathered in the past few minutes, Eryn lifted himself off of the floor and fumbled over to his hammock. Perhaps some sleep would clear his mind and conscience. He flopped onto the hammock as he let his eyelids go heavy before drifting to sleep…

He was back on the North Mountain, his hands covered in blood. Elsa laid before him, her throat slit and her eyes still and glassy. Anna sobbed loudly as she cradled her elder sister in her arms. Linaeus approached him with his sword drawn, pointing it towards Eryn.

“ERYN!” Linaeus shouted, “WHY?!”

Before he had a chance to respond, an inky black tentacle pierced Linaeus’s chest. Eryn could feel the blood splatter onto his face as his friend slumped to the floor with a loud gurgling noise. Looking up, Eryn saw… him. The crimson eyes that pierced his soul. The inky black skin that blotted out the night sky behind him. The serpentine head, a maniacal grin overtaking it. The antlers, now stained with blood. The canine-like legs sinking into the snow. The wretched smell of death and decay. Skyne lifted Anna into the air, who was begging to stay with her sister. In an instant, Anna was enveloped in an orb of darkness. All Eryn could hear was the shrill shrieking of the princess followed by the sound of crunching bones. Skyne let out a wicked chortle as he lifted Eryn off of the ground and brought him to face level.

Come now, Odrikson, the monster growled, Isn’t this what you wanted?

“N-no!” Eryn gasped, clawing at the beast’s grasp, “I want out!”

I’m afraid that’s no longer an option. You’ve signed away your freedom the second you swore allegiance to me!

“Let. Me. GO!” Eryn’s heart raced as he felt Skyne tighten his grip around him.

T̷̬̍H̷̺̓Ë̵͓́R̵̥̓È̵̬'̵̩͐S̸͖̍ ̵̜͐N̵̤͆O̸̦͘ ̷͔͝T̶̻͗U̷͛͜Ř̵͈N̸͈̎I̷͈͒N̶̦̋G̷͗ͅ ̶̢͐B̷̭͐A̵̯̽C̶̭̏K̴͚͊ ̶͇͒N̶̤͌Ő̴͓W̶̝͐!̷̘̑

Skyne’s grip became tighter and tighter. Eryn struggled to free himself, only enticing the spirit to squeeze harder until he could hear his bones crack under the immense pressure…

“Eryn! Wake up!”

Eryn bolted upright in his bed, panting as if he ran a marathon. A sheen of sweat covered his forehead as his heart raced. Eryn snapped his head to the left, only to be greeted by a concerned Linaeus kneeling by his bedside.

“L-Lenny!” Eryn gasped, “Wh-what happened?”

“What happened?” Linaeus gawked, “I overheard you shouting in your sleep, that’s what happened. Something about ‘wanting out.’”

Eryn buried his face in his hand as his panting subsided. It was just a nightmare, he thought, Everyone is-

As soon as his breathing stabilized, Eryn was greeted by another bout of coughing. This time felt much harder and more fierce than any before. It felt as if his throat was on fire.

“Here, drink some of this,” Linaeus said as he handed Eryn a small flask. Without hesitation, Eryn grabbed the drink and eagerly gulped it down. As he drank, he could feel Linaeus’s gaze boring a hole into him.

“Th-thank you,” Eryn said, returning the flask to Linaeus. The general’s look of concern didn’t change as he took the container from Eryn’s hand.

“You know what I’m going to ask, right?” Linaeus asked.

“It was nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Eryn quickly responded as he attempted to get out of bed.

“You had that nightmare again, didn’t you? With… him?”

Eryn winced at Linaeus’s question. “Y-yeah…”

“Eryn, this isn’t ‘nothing.’ You’ve been having those nightmares since--” “I can deal with them myself,” Eryn snapped, “A few bad dreams haven’t hurt anyone.”

“But if it’s the same bad dream for two years? That’s not normal, Eryn.”

“We work for a woman who controls ice and snow, what do we know about ‘normal?’”

“Even Elsa’s magic can’t manipulate dreams, Eryn,” Linaeus folded his arms as he rose from the floor, “You shouldn’t be ignoring this, you know…”

Eryn flopped his head back onto his pillow. “Ugh, fine,” he groaned, “I’ll see what help I can get once we get back to Arendelle.”

“We are back in Arendelle.”

Eryn shot back up from the bed, “What?! A nonstop trip from Corona to Arendelle takes at least two days! Are you telling me that I slept the entire trip?”

“Indeed you did. Had to fight to keep the captain from tossing you overboard.”

Eryn could overhear the crew shouting and moving objects above. His heart sank as he realized that Linaeus wasn’t joking.

“Er, thanks, I guess?” Eryn let out a weak chuckle.

“Wouldn’t want to miss out on your audience with the queen, now would you?” A small smile formed on Linaeus’s face. Eryn returned the smile, but could feel his anxiety creep through his body.

“What’s got you so worried?” Linaeus chuckled, “She’s not going to bite, y’know?”

As far as you know, Eryn thought, but resisted the urge to say anything. He knew of Linaeus’s feelings towards the queen (well, everyone knew except for Elsa) so Eryn wished to avoid insulting her in front of him.

“I’ll leave you be so you can ready yourself,” Linaeus walked over to the door and swung it open before turning back to Eryn and adding, “And don’t forget about… well, you know.”

“R-right. Thanks, Lenny.”

Linaeus nodded and closed the door behind him. Eryn let out an audible gulp. This was it: the day he both awaited and dreaded. Once he left this boat, his fate was up to the queen. Might as well get this over with, he thought to himself as he got out of bed.

XXXXXX

“Wait,” Olaf said, scanning the large map of North America laid out on the desk. He stood next to Anna upon Elsa’s chair as he smoothed out the map with his twig hands. “They want to take all that land?”

“Yep,” Anna said, looking over the map, “Well, it’s a little more complicated than that. From what I’ve heard Elsa talk about, Texas wants to be a part of America but some Americans don’t want it.”

“But it’s so big! You could fit like... a hundred Arendelles in it!” Think of all the snowmen you could make in there.”

“Ehhhh, seeing how it’s mostly desert, you won’t get a lot of snowmen out there.”

“Then why take so much?”

Anna quickly rolled up the map before saying, “How about we take a break for now? I’ll go check on Elsa if you can go down to the docks to wait for Linaeus and Eryn. I promise that we’ll keep talking about this later.”

“Oooh! I can do that! I missed Derri-- I mean Eryn.” With that, Olaf hopped off the chair and scurried out of the room. Anna placed the map under her arm as she walked out with him, only to be immediately greeted by Kristoff, her fiancé, leaning against the wall in his normal fur outfit. Anna ran towards him as he caught her in a warm embrace.

“Hey,” she said against his shirt, “I missed you.”

“Hey yourself,” he replied, “How’s the current events lesson going?”

“I’m not sure how to describe slavery to a snowman,” Anna detached herself from Kristoff, “Wow, that’s an odd sentence.”

“Odder than ‘My sister can sneeze life?’”

“Okay, that’s valid. Speaking of which, have you seen Elsa?”

“Heard some of the staff say she was in the library. Not sure what she’s doing there, though.”

Anna pursed her lips. Ever since Elsa came back from the North Mountain, she started getting borderline obsessed with ancient myths and legends. Anna always found her curled up on a chair somewhere with a massive book of mythology either resting on her lap or collapsed on the floor. Anna couldn’t get any answers out of her, all she would get was an “I’m fine, Anna,” or “Don’t worry, Anna.” But that’s all she could do. She worried that her sister was falling back into her old habits. Worried that she was going to lose Elsa again. How could she do anything but worry when she didn’t have the whole story?

“Hey,” Kristoff placed a loving hand on her shoulder, “You wanna go check on her?”

Anna gave him a warm smile, “Yeah, thanks.”

The two of them made their way down the hall when Anna jerked to a stop. She knelt down and began hiking up her dress when Kristoff came and knelt beside her.

“Is your leg acting up again?” He asked as she hiked up enough of her dress to reveal her wooden prosthetic. He was still impressed as to how fast that came in after the attack. What impressed him further is that, rather than just a pegleg, it closely resembled an actual human leg and foot, even matching Anna’s creamy skin color.

“Yes,” Anna groaned, “Can you… uh… push that in?” Anna pointed to a small metal piece jutting out of where the artificial ankle was. Without hesitation, Kristoff shoved the protruding piece back into place.

“I thought this thing was ‘state of the art,’ why does it feel like it breaks every other day?” Kristoff asked, standing up while helping Anna off of the floor.

“Well, the doctors did say that I shouldn’t do too much ‘strenuous activity’ with it, but you know me, Miss Strenuous Activity herself.”

Kristoff lightly chuckled, “Heh, you’re right on that. Let’s just get to the library before that thing breaks again.”

“I’ll race ya.” Anna gave him a cheeky wink.

“I’m not sure if that leg of yours is gonna--” before Kristoff could finish his sentence, Anna flew down the corridor and off to the left. Kristoff simply sighed as he bolted down the corridor in a vain attempt to catch up to his beloved.

XXXXXX

“Alright, let’s look through this again,” Elsa told herself, dipping her quil in the inkwell. Before her on the mahogany desk laid out some parchment paper, a book that translates from Latin to English, and a worn old book she found on accident two years ago, hidden behind one of the bookshelves. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she read through the passages. An authentic skald poem, thought to be lost hundreds of years ago, about magic! After months of fruitless searching about Skyne, Ahtohallan, or even Aren the First, this writing was a godsend. What wasn’t a godsend, however, was attempting to translate the illegible writings. She’d lost track of how many nights she spent trying to decipher the ancient texts. To her left, a small piece of parchment where she wrote down some translations of the text into something more legible. Relaying her sight between the book of translations and the skald poem, Elsa diligently printed line after line onto the parchment paper, careful as to not misspell or miss any words. Once she fully translated the passage, Elsa placed the quill back into the inkwell and began to read over the passage:

A thousand years ago,

When magic roamed these lands,

Man and myth together

Lived in fair harmony

From Ahtohallan’s shores

To southern lands most far

The four masters roamed wide

Where North Wind met the sea

Elsa paused at the last phrase. She heard it before, in her mother’s lullaby about the source of all magic. Elsa absentmindedly bounced her foot as she contemplated this information. It’s a start, at least, she thought to herself before retrieving her quill and starting again. Perhaps the rest of the poem would have more informa-

“ELSA!”

Elsa jumped at the shouting of her name, encasing her quill in ice. She quickly around, her blue eyes narrowed in anger, to find Anna and Kristoff standing before her.

“Please just knock next time, Anna,” Elsa sighed as she tried prying the quill out of her hand.

“I did,” her sister replied, “you were just so busy with… whatever it is you’re doing, you just didn’t hear.” As Elsa listened to Anna’s explanation, she waved her open hand over the icy quill, vanishing the cold before setting it back into her inkwell

“Is everything alright? Is it your leg again?”

“No, no. It’s just…”

“We were a little concerned about you,” Kristoff interjected.

“There’s nothing to be concerned about. I’m perfectly— ANNA!”

Anna held Elsa’s work in her hands, reading it silently to herself. Once she was done, Anna looked up to Elsa with a look of confusion.

“Elsa, what is this?”

Elsa sighed in defeat. “I-”

Before she could explain, Elsa was interrupted by a knock on the door. Gerda meekly entered the room, giving the queen a small curtsey.

“Sorry to interrupt, your majesty, but General Torvond and Mr. Odrikson have arrived from Corona.”

“O-oh,” Elsa felt a wave of both relief and anxiety rush over her. Even two years later, she was still kicking herself for letting her guard down and allowing an assassin so close to her, let alone growing attracted to him. Ever since the day she found out the truth, Elsa swore she’d never be duped like that again. For her sake, and for Anna’s.

Elsa shook off the feeling as she regained her composure. “Good,” she said, “do they have Mr. Üstag with them?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. They’re on their way to the castle now.”

Elsa nodded, “Very well, I’ll meet them in the courtyard in a bit. Thank you, Gerda.”

As Gerda left the room, Elsa turned to face a slightly annoyed Anna, pouting disapprovingly.

“So are you going to tell us what’s with the books?” Anna asked.

“I’ll… tell you after we deal with Eryn and Linaeus.”

“Promise?”

“Super sister promise. Now, let’s head to the courtyard.” Elsa briskly walked out of the library as Anna and Kristoff exchanged worried looks.

“She’s doing it again,” Anna said.

“But she at least promised to tell you,” Kristoff replied, “that’s more than any other time.”

“But is she serious about it or is she just saying that?”

“Only one way to find out.” Kristoff gestured to the hallway as the two of them casually walked down to the courtyard.

XXXXXX

“All this for what, Eryn? To become some royal’s pet?” Johann sneered.

“Oh, shut it, you old bastard,” Eryn grunted as he shoved him through the streets. Throughout the city, people stared quizzically at the three men as they made their way towards the castle. Just a few steps ahead of them, Olaf was skipping merrily across the cobblestones prattling on about whatever was on his mind. All of them were flanked by stone faced guards, brandishing their rifles like a living set of tin soldiers. While Linaeus humored the snowman, Eryn fixated his attention on the castle looming in the distance. He knew what was to happen to Johann, a night in the dungeons before he hung, but it was his own fate Eryn wasn’t sure of. Anxiety shot through his body with every step towards the castle. Eryn shook off these feelings as he tightened his grip on the man in his grasp, who struggled with each step.

“So she really let you off after you swore to bring us all in? I knew she was a whore, but not a stupid wh-”

Eryn struck Johann in his stomach, who fell to the ground whimpering like a dog. With no hesitation, Eryn hoisted the man off the ground and brought him to eye level.

“You’re lucky I don’t have a sword on me,” he growled, “because if I did, I’d cut that tongue out of your damn head!”

Johann formed a weak smile, “Seems I’ve struck a raw nerve, eh, Ery-”

Johann was silenced by yet another strike to his stomach.

“I just got tired of hearing you speak, you-” Before Eryn could finish his insult, he was cut off by a series of sharp, dry coughs.

“And here I thought I’d be the one to die first, but judging by that cough, you just might drop before me.” Johann gave Eryn a sly grin before Eryn hooked his right hand into the old man’s face. The sudden blow forced the man onto the ground as Eryn hoisted him back onto his feet.

“Any more out of you and I’ll knock the rest of your teeth out, now move!” Eryn roared, shoving Johann towards the castle. The two of them managed to catch up with both Linaeus and Olaf as they passed through the castle gates.

”...and I said ‘you can eat as much as you want but you’ll never get enough Vitamin D,” Olaf said, “Oh! We’re here!”

Before the men stood Elsa, flanked by two emerald clad guards, her expression regal and poised. Eryn steeled himself as he shoved Johann through the courtyard. Linaeus greeted the Üqueen with a quick salute as Eryn followed behind.

“Your Majesty,” Linaeus said, “It’s good to see you again.” “You as well, Linaeus,” Elsa replied, “I assume your mission in Corona was a success?”

“I’d say it was,” Eryn chimed in, shoving Johann up to the two of them, “May I present Johann Üstag, anarchist, traitor, and would be assassin.”

“Well isn’t that pot calling the kettle black?” Johann mumbled. Eryn was half tempted to give him another blow to the stomach, but resisted the urge in front of the queen.

Elsa strode up to the man as her expression soon turned to an icy glare, “You have a lot to answer for, Mr. Üstag.”

“Well, it looks like all I have to do is say I’m sorry and all is forgiven. I mean, that’s what you did with the mastermind behind all this.” “He’s done more than enough to repay his debt. Unlike you, who shows no remorse.”

“Why would I show remorse for a loathsome whore like y-”

Eryn quickly interrupted his sentence with a jab to the man’s jaw.

“Christ, could any of you come up with anything original?” Eryn groaned, “I’ve heard more ‘whore’ from you lot than a brothel can carry. Er- pardon the analogy, your majesty.”

Elsa waved her hand, “It’s fine, Eryn.” She then turned to Linaeus, “Escort Mr. Üstag to the dungeons. We’ll arrange for his execution later.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Linaeus said as he took Johann from Eryn and dragged him through the castle doors. Eryn attempted to follow his friend, but was immediately stopped by the queen.

“I would like to speak to you personally, Mr. Odrikson,” She said. Eryn could feel his anxiety flare up throughout his entire body.

“O-of course, your majesty,” Eryn replied, masking his nervousness. Elsa’s icy glare faded to a warm smile.

“I’d first like to thank you personally. For doing this.”

“Ah, well, it was nothing. Didn’t like half of them anyway.”

“And the other half?”

“The other half didn’t like me.”

Elsa stifled a giggle, easing Eryn’s nerves a bit.

“I was surprised you even came back at all. Everyone in the council thought you’d disappear after I sent you off. Even Anna and Kristoff.” “Well, what can I say? I’m full of surprises.” The two of them started chuckling amongst each other. Eryn cringed internally. That’s what you say? He thought to himself, of course she knows you’re full of surprises, you ‘surprised’ her by trying to kill her! Their laughter soon died out, bringing about an awkward silence only broken by the sound of birds and the waves of the Arenfjord.

“Anyway…” Elsa continued, “With Mr. Üstag in custody now, I guess that means you’re debt free.”

“Indeed.”

“Did you… have any plans now?”

Eryn thought long and hard, “I had a… vague idea. Probably live out my days back in Karnisvarne. Become a farmer or something…”

This couldn’t have been farther from the truth. He’d actually planned to catch the next boat to Romania or something, far away from Arendelle, where he’d hopefully die a nobody. It’s what he deserved after fucking up as horribly as he did.

“Well, I’d like to make you a job offer, one that might sound better than being a farmer.”

Eryn cocked an eyebrow, “Oh?”

“I’d like to give you your old job back. Well, Derrick’s job, that is.”

Eryn’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Surely she wasn’t serious, right?

“Wait, what?”

“You’ve not only proven that you're loyal to Arendelle, but also worthy enough to stand as my bodyguard. So, do you accept?”

Before Eryn had a chance to answer, Anna and Kristoff barreled through the front gates towards them.

“How are you so fast?” Anna panted before turning her attention to Eryn, “Oh, hello Eryn!”

“Greetings, Your Highness,” Eryn gave the princess a small bow, careful to avoid staring at the false leg his old colleagues gave her, “And you too, Mr. Bjorgman.”

“Right,” Kristoff said coldly, “So, I’m guessing that was the last of them being hauled to the dungeons?”

“Yes,” Elsa interjected, “We can all rest a little easier now, thanks to Eryn.”

“Well, it’s because of Eryn all this happened,” Kristoff grumbled under his breath, earning a slap on the shoulder from Anna.

“It doesn’t matter who caused it, it’s all in the past now. Now, Eryn, what do you think?”

“Well-”

“YOUR MAJESTY!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sa-” Eryn turned sharply to see what else was interrupting them. A young guard came bolting across the bridge, panting like a dog. He nearly tripped over his own feet as he tried to stop and catch his breath.

“What’s going on? Is something wrong?” Elsa asked, visibly concerned about the young man’s safety.

“A- a body… washed in from the fjord…” he panted.

Elsa’s jaw fell open, with Eryn’s following suit. “Where is it?” Elsa asked

“On the docks… one of the fisherman found him…”

“Alright, I’ll see to it. Thank you.” With no hesitation, Elsa made her way towards the docks.

“She really needs to learn to delegate,” Eryn said as he followed after her, followed by Anna, Kristoff and Olaf.

XXXXXX

Elsa, Anna, Kristoff, and Olaf tore through the massive crowd as if they were traversing through thick grass. When they reached the center of the mass of people, they saw a few doctors huddled around what appeared to be a rather muscular man, clothed in a white and blue striped shirt and navy blue pants. He was visibly breathing, though it was shallow and sporadic. As Elsa approached, Eryn made his way behind her.

“Oh, God,” Elsa said under her breath, “I-is he okay?”

“He appears to be alive, that’s the good news,” one of the doctors piped up, pumping a large pair of furnace bellows in the man’s throat. In an instant, a geyser of water erupted from the unconscious man’s mouth, causing the whole crowd to gasp in surprise.

“Оstrov Smerti! Ostrov Smerti!” he gasped between coughing bouts.

“He’s Russian?!” Eryn said, “What are the Russians doing here?”

“Who’s ‘Austin Smitty?’” Olaf asked, “Is that his name?”

“No,” Eryn replied, “He’s saying ‘Isle of Death…’” Eryn knelt down beside the man and began speaking to him.

“Chto s toboy sluchilos'?” he asked, “What happened?”

“Sh-shipwreck…” the man gasped, “w-we got stranded on some island… They… they slaughtered us like animals.”

“Who? What island?”

The man said nothing as he weakly raised his hand to point out towards the Arenfjord. His finger landed on the massive island just beyond the waters of Arendelle, thick with trees and mist.

“You were on Jӧrmundskala Island??!” Eryn and Elsa shouted. A murmur erupted from the crowd as the man was lifted off the ground by a few guards and doctors.

“Jӧrmundskala Island?” Anna said, “No one’s been on that island for years! Who would even think about going there?!” “I don’t know, but it’s something I need to look into,” Elsa said, not taking her eyes off of the island.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Kristoff said, “‘I?’”

“The island is Arendellian, inhabited or not. And I’d rather not get involved in an international incident with the Russian Empire.”

“I don’t think that’s what he meant,” Eryn interjected, “You made it sound like you were going there personally…”

“I am.”

“What?!” Anna blurted out, “You are not doing this alone.”

“Anna, no. I have my powers to protect me, plus I can’t have you injured again on my behalf…”

“I’ll manage. I’ve been through hell and back at least twice and without powers, so, y’know, I’m coming.”

“Me too,” Kristoff added.

“Jӧrmundskala?!” a voice shouted from the crowd. The four of them turned their attention to see Linaeus making his way through the crowd. “You can’t be serious, Elsa!”

“I am, Linaeus.”

“You aren’t going without me, or a proper military detachment.”

Elsa was taken aback by Linaeus’s demand before nodding. “Alright. Whatever guarantees a safe and quick procedure.”

“I’m going too,” Eryn said as he looked on towards the island, stifling a cough. All that were present stared at him confused as they all gave a synchronized “What?”

Eryn let his gaze linger on the island before turning to the group, “If I’m to take up a job as royal bodyguard, I should accompany you on this journey, shouldn’t I?”

Elsa smiled weakly as Kristoff, Anna, and Linaeus stared on in disbelief. As they talked amongst themselves, Eryn stared back at the island. He couldn’t describe what it was, but something inside of him was goading him there, drawing him to the island. Whether it was good or bad, he couldn’t tell yet.

All he knew was that he needed to go to that island.

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astaralys · 5 years

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Of Nowhere in Particular, an icebros oneshot

Kristoff doesn't understand hair braiding. Or his sister-in-law, for that matter. In one lesson, Elsa demystifies both for him. A post-Frozen 2 icebros oneshot.

(a.k.a that one scene from ch. 6 of The Next Unknown that wouldn’t leave me alone until I’d given it another 2793 words...)

Can also be read on: FF.net || AO3

Thank you for reading!

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This was ridiculous. He could dig a snow anchor in his sleep. He could fasten knots so secure that the sled wouldn't budge an inch in a snowstorm. He understood stuff like this.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"You're not helping, Sven."

"You should just ask Anna to teach you."

"She showed me once when she was half-asleep. I've got this. Hold still."

"Kristoff?"

Yelping, Kristoff whirled around in time to see the ropes that had flown out of his hands land conveniently in Elsa's.

"Sorry for scaring you," she said sheepishly.

"Oh my god." Kristoff clutched his chest. "I thought you were Anna."

Elsa's brow furrowed in concern. "Did the two of you have a fight?"

"No! No, we're good—great. Seriously. It's just… I'm kinda trying to surprise her with something and you know Anna; never know when she's going to pop up. Or where. One time, she gave me, like, half a second's warning before she jumped out a second-storey window and I had to drop everything to catch her."

Nice one, Bjorgman. Now she'll think you're enabling her sister's recklessness.

"… Never mind. Did you, uh, need me for something?"

Elsa's lips curved. "Anna and I wondered if you might be free to join us for lunch." She raised the rope, which she had wound into a neat coil. "But now I'm wondering if I walked in on you putting Sven in a hogtie. He doesn't look very happy."

"We're just practicing some knots before our next trip into the mountains. Right, boy? Ow! Hey!" Sven had snorted and butted him.

Elsa arched a fine eyebrow.

Rubbing his back, Kristoff muttered, "Braiding."

"I'm sorry? I didn't catch that."

"Hair."

"Her?"

"Braiding her hair!"

Too late, Kristoff realised he'd practically yelled at Elsa. Anna's sister. His sister-in-law. Queen of ice and snow. Crap.

But she only stepped forward with mirth in her eyes. "May I?"

Dumbly, he nodded.

Sven held perfectly still for Elsa, allowing her to loop the ropes over his antlers. "You have way too many ropes. It isn't as complicated as it looks; most braids require only three strands." She looked over her shoulder to where Kristoff still stood, dazed. Her smile broadened in amusement. "Come closer. I have no intention of strangling you."

He reluctantly drew up to her side, shooting Sven a hapless look. His best friend ignored him and let out a snuff of pleasure as Elsa scratched his chin. Traitor.

"This is a French braid." Elsa's fingers wove through the ropes in an entirely different kind of magic. "Dutch braid. Pull-through braid. Waterfall braid. The varieties are endless. The symmetry of Anna's pigtails would be difficult for a beginner; I suggest you start with a simple three-strand braid."

Kristoff's eyes felt crossed just from watching. He latched onto the word 'simple'. "Is that the kind of braid you usually have?"

"Yes. It was the first style I taught Anna, too." She fastened the spare ropes to Sven's other antler. "Here, hold your fingers like this. Try to follow along, and tell me if you need me to slow down. Ready?"

He wasn't. How on earth did women do this every day? He'd once seen Anna and Elsa take turns braiding each other's hair at games night, shouting guesses at Olaf's enactments without once looking down at their hands. Utterly terrifying.

But Elsa had once terrified him, too. And now she was laughing as she leaned over to free his clumsy fingers from the dead knot he'd somehow created, her voice warm with patience. "I know it's difficult, but it does get easier. Let's try again. Left… cross—no, the other way. Yes. Now right… and cross again… that's it. You're getting it."

His hair had flopped over his eyes. His left leg was itchy. He wanted to sneeze. But Kristoff dared not take his hands or eyes off the braid, which looked nothing like Elsa's. If he squinted hard enough, though, he could just see it starting to take shape.

There was a rhythm to it, too, just like ice harvesting. Saw, clamp, lift, load… left, cross, right, cross…

Suddenly, Elsa clapped her hands together. "You did it!"

"I did?" Kristoff blinked, looking down. He stared. "Holy carrots—I did it!"

He repeated it to prove that he could. Then again. When he finally managed to do it without Elsa guiding him, Kristoff punched the air and turned to her with both hands held high.

She tilted her head quizzically.

"Hi-ten," he told her. "Two hi-fives."

"Oh. Yes, of course." After slapping palms, she added, "You have very large hands."

"Doesn't help with the braiding, trust me."

"But it does mean you'll be able to catch Anna when she falls." Before Kristoff could think of how to respond to that, Elsa asked, "Would you like to try for real now?"

"Catching Anna? Kinda did that a hundred times already."

"Braiding hair, Kristoff."

"Right. Uh… sure." He sweated at the thought of Anna wearing his ugly braid for the rest of the day, because he already knew she would refuse to take it out. Sometimes Kristoff still wondered how someone like her had ended up so irrevocably taking over the heart of someone like him.

Elsa twirled her hand, and a stool of ice rose from the ground. Then she sat down with her back to him, clasping her hands in her lap.

That was when it hit Kristoff that she meant for him to practice on her. "Are you sure? I mean, I'd like to. May I—I mean we me… wait, what?"

Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, Elsa chuckled. "You may."

"O-Okay... it's just, um, this is a lot. For me."

Even as he said it, Kristoff realised that it was a lot more for Elsa than it was for him. He knew her well enough by now to tell that she wasn't as relaxed as she tried to portray. They were two ends of the same chain, clicking together only when Anna was their connecting clasp. And they both knew that.

"I'm definitely going to mess up. My stupid salami fingers might yank out your hair."

"That's fine. When we were little, Anna used to pull my braid and pretend I was a racehorse."

It took a moment. Then Kristoff burst into laughter. "You're kidding me."

"Oh no, I am deadly serious. I was Elsa the Swift, proudly bearing Anna the Fearless-Viking-and-Sometimes-Dragonslayer into many vicious battles."

The strangest part was Kristoff could actually picture it. Not Elsa as a horse, but as a child zipping down the halls to indulge her rambunctious baby sister. Elsa with the chest of satin gloves Anna had told him about. Elsa withdrawing from others the same way Kristoff had—except she had been driven away by the horror of hurting them, and he had distanced himself out of fear of being hurt by them.

Then there was Elsa wiping a smudge of paint off of his cheek on Anna's perfect birthday. Elsa being the only one to understand that he'd been acting out 'alone' at last week's charades. Elsa opening her arms and hugging him back for a fraction longer each time she returned from the Enchanted Forest.

Elsa conjuring a second stool for him so he could sit down and braid her hair.

Kristoff gazed at the stool's flawless crystalline structure, as fine and strong and brittle as the silky hair in his hands, and wanted to say I love your ice.

Instead, he blurted out: "I love you."

Elsa spun around. Their wide eyes locked together.

"Ice!" Kristoff said hastily. He could hear Sven laughing behind him. "I love your ice! I mean, I don't not love—I do like you…"

Elsa's lips twitched. "Kristoff?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I also don't not love you."

Kristoff opened and closed his mouth. "That is very confusing."

"Double negatives usually are," she replied, turning back around. "But the meaning remains the same, no matter how complicated it seems."

Kristoff blinked, then sat down. Slowly, carefully, he combed a hand through Elsa's hair. "I'm sorry," he murmured.

"You really have nothing to apologise for."

"No, I meant… I'm sorry I wasn't there. When you and Anna found your parents' ship. And when you… you know. In Ahtohallan."

He couldn't see her face, and Elsa always sat with such poise that it was hard to tell, but Kristoff sensed her whole body go still.

He divided her hair into three strands. "I wish I'd been there. I should have been there."

"No one but me could have safely crossed the Dark Sea—"

"I know that. I know there was probably nothing I could have done. And I'm not saying you and Anna need my protection but…" Kristoff let out a frustrated sigh. "I was raised by trolls, Elsa."

She sounded confused. "I know…?"

"Trolls have very long lives." The rhythm of braiding lulled him into forcing the words out. "Reindeers are better than people, because people beat you and cheat you. And leave you."

Things had been so much simpler when it had just been him and Sven. Before Kristoff had learned how dangerous it was to care for someone. Before the only two people he trusted froze to death one after the other.

Left, cross, right, cross.

The braid slid out of his hands as Elsa turned around. "I'm sorry, too," she said softly. "For leaving you behind and…"

"Dying? Yeah, it'd be great if you could refrain from doing that again."

"You realise it must happen at least one more time, don't you?"

"You realise it would have sounded a lot more reassuring if you hadn't said 'at least', right?"

"Well," Elsa said with a bashful smile, "it wasn't like the first time was intentional. I thought it best to be safe."

"Safe," Kristoff retorted. "Please. You and Anna have no sense of self-preservation. Can you please develop some before I end up having to rule Arendelle? That would be tragic for all involved."

"'King Kristoff' does have a nice ring to it."

"So does Kristoff Bjorgman of Nowhere in Particular."

People like him were not meant to be called Your Highness. They did not marry queens and live in castles. They had no business gelling their hair, or learning how to braid their wife's at night so she wouldn't wake up with shocking bed hair.

People like him were never meant to have so much to lose.

"I've always envied people like you."

Kristoff blinked. "I'm sorry, what?"

Elsa's smile was distant. "This will sound conceited and ungrateful… but I spent most of my life wishing I could be of Nowhere in Particular, too."

Oh.

Sven shot him a baleful, look-what-you've-done look.

Kristoff swallowed. "I think I was there that night."

"I'm sorry?"

There was no way he could do this face to face, so he twirled his finger. Despite being clearly confused, Elsa still turned back around. If only Anna was as compliant.

Unravelling the half-braid that remained, Kristoff said, "I'd snuck out of the orphanage to hang out with the ice harvesters, and I got separated from them when your parents rode past me in the woods. You left behind a trail of ice; it was like nothing I'd ever seen before. So Sven and I followed it to the trolls. I didn't know it was you and Anna until way later, when I saw your ice palace and made the connection. I mean; I've seen a lot of ice, but none of it comes close to yours. I never forgot it—because that night, I remember thinking that I wanted to be you."

Elsa sucked in an audible breath. "You shouldn't have. It was the worst day of my life. I hurt Anna and I… I lost a lot of things that night, Kristoff."

"Yeah, but I didn't know that. I was a scruffy orphan feeling sorry for himself. All I saw was that you had parents who obviously loved you, a sibling to play with, and ice magic to boot. Everything I didn't have, and wanted. But then Bulda adopted me. I went from Kristoff of Nowhere in Particular to Kristoff of the Valley of the Living Rock—and now I'm supposedly Prince Kristoff of Arendelle."

He began the braid again, his fingers steadier this time. "I'm sorry that you were scared that night. If I could go back, I'd jump out of the bushes and tell Pabbie to leave Anna's memories alone, and to save those visions for when you were older. But I'm not sorry that you are you, Elsa, because… well—let's just say that the worst day of your life set into motion the best of mine. You're the reason I have a family."

Anna falling quiet usually meant something was wrong, but Elsa's silence was a part of her; a bridge as much as a barrier. When he'd first started staying in the castle, Kristoff had instinctively hid himself whenever servants or guards approached, unable to shake off the feeling that someone would tell him he wasn't supposed to be there. He'd discovered many broom closets this way.

Every now and then, though, he'd slip into a random sitting room and stumble across Elsa tucked away, reading. There was always a startled, wary edge in her expression when she looked up, but Kristoff had also learned to expect the subtle relief when Elsa recognised that it was just him. She'd offer a smile and sometimes tilt her head or raise an eyebrow. Then she would usually return to her book without saying anything, leaving only an indescribable warmth in the silence; assuring him, without words, that he was welcome to stay.

Sometimes they sat and talked. Sometimes she read and he napped, and they'd both jump out of their skins when Anna inevitably banged into the room with leaves in her hair, ducklings in her hands, and sunshine in her eyes. Sometimes Kristoff would slip out of a busy ballroom and onto a secluded balcony, and she'd already be there catching a breath of fresh air. Sometimes, they'd wordlessly share a flute of champagne one of them had brought out, and he would understand in her tired smile that Elsa of Arendelle and Kristoff of Nowhere in Particular were not so different after all. Two fixer-uppers guided by the same landmark.

Elsa's voice sounded raw as she said, "May I change your life a second time?"

"It'll at least be the fifth time, but sure."

"If you give Anna a pillow to hug and use a hot water bottle to warm up the bed near her feet on cold nights, she won't kick you in her sleep."

"… Are you serious?"

"Yes. Although I do advise wearing an extra layer. I haven't found a way to stop her from stealing the blanket."

"What about the snoring? Any tricks for that?"

"Mother had a way of simply closing her mouth, but I also have not figured that out yet."

He finished the braid and held it over her shoulder. "If I can, do I get a prize?"

Elsa secured her hair with a touch of ice, and smiled back at him. Her eyelashes were heavy with unfallen tears, but her eyes shone with warmth. "I hope you're not expecting another medal and sled. I've already given you my whole world."

She had. She'd given him the gift of summer, wrapped in laughter and strawberry blonde hair.

Who they could now hear calling their names.

Kristoff and Elsa looked at each other.

"Bucket," he predicted, as they both stood up.

Elsa shook her head. "Dress."

Standing at the door, they watched Anna's face light up as she spotted them. She flounced across the courtyard, evading buckets of soap water left behind by the cleaning staff and even remembering to lift her dress as she ran. There was hope.

Then they saw her shoes. "Heels," Kristoff muttered, as Elsa sighed, "Oh dear."

"There you guys are! Are we having lunch or ho-whoooaa!"

The Queen of Arendelle landed face first in a fluffy mound of snow.

Elsa lowered her hand and gave Kristoff a pointed look. "Your wife."

"Your sister."

A snowball exploded on the doorframe above, showering both of them in white.

Anna giggled in the background.

Kristoff shook the cold out of his hair and began to roll up his sleeves. "Our idiot?" he suggested.

"Queen of Poor Decisions," Elsa agreed, calmly brushing herself off as a winter breeze swirled at her feet.

Anna was already running, her laughter floating up into the sky.

Reindeers were better than people; Kristoff knew that was true.

For all except two.

#icebros is now life #reindeers are better than people #or are they??#frozen fanfic #frozen 2 #frozen oneshot #kristoff #elsa #kristanna #my writing #of nowhere in particular

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