#frozen 10 year anniversary

[frozen-snowflakesandsunflowers]

Happy 10 year anniversary Frozen ❄️ | Celebration!

(Please excuse the saturation on this 😭 - it's actually more coloured)

I'm so sorry I'm a little late. I have quite a busy schedule during the day and I wanted to be satisfied with the outcome which I am. I personally love how this turned out. I wanted to pay tribute to the snowflake patterns you'd see on merch and wallpapers and the rosemaling too while also adding the geometric design shown in the image promoting Frozen 10 year anniversary shown below.

Fun fact: You know this very pose Elsa and Anna make together is originally from the merch in the World of Frozen in Hong Kong's Disneyland, shown below. I thought this pose was so heartwarming and definitely needed to use it. I also used Elsa and Anna's same head touch pose at the end of Frozen 2 for reference.

But omg I can't believe it's been a literal decade of Frozen..!! 10 years of loving these babies and all the other main babies including Hans! Frozen will always be superior to any other movies of the franchise because it's what began this all.

I honestly don't remember the exact moment I went to see it but when I did I began obsessing over it collecting magazines, stickers, dolls, a toy box, "art of" books, collectible figures, Lego sets, cards, etc, etc. And I can't wait for Frozen 3 and 4 to hopefully bring back that big hit energy the previous two films made, especially this first one!

I will forever love you Frozen! ❄️

If you guys could I would very much appreciate it if you could share my drawing on IG if you have an account. It's posted on my art account and I really want the account to grow though I don't post much. It would be very much appreciated 🥺

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[justlookatthosesausages]

me: dfghdfghdfkj it's Frozen's 10th year anniversary today why do I feel like Disney doesn't give a damn, nothing has been released

my singular brain cell: honey it's like 3am in USA right now. they are self-centered

me: oooooh right

[maxriderg]

Happy Holidays, Fellers, it is I, Emman and to celebrate Christmas in addition to the 10th and 55th Anniversaries of Disney and Shueisha's Frozen and Weekly Shounen Jump, allow Me to share these and well, have a Merry Early Christmas, a Happy Early New Year and finally, May Your Heart Be Your Guiding Key for even more forms of gleefully graced gifts to go for ourselves, Fellers! ;)

[anime-lettuce]

A whole damn decade of Anna and Elsa…

[sparebutton]

❄️Happy 10th anniversary of Frozen!❄️

[artisofthandy]

Yep Frozen; the 2013 film’s anniversary is here! And before you ask; YES I KNOW IM EXTREMELY LATE ON THIS ANNIVERSARY as it was supposed to be on November 27th 2023 and were in 2024 today, but I still follow the motto of “late is better than never” so I decided to combine both the 10th anniversary from last year and the 11th anniversary currently coming up this year. Following the story of two estranged sisters named Elsa and Anna, the former of which has cryokinesis, going on their paths together with a iceman named Kristoff, his reindeer companion Sven and a animated snowman named Olaf to bring their country out of accidental eternal winter and to reconnect the lost bonds. This movie was a instant hit, success and phenomenon with beautiful songs, incredible cinematography in terms of animation, music, voices and storytelling and with its iconic cast of characters! Happy 10th Anniversary from 2023 and Happy 11th Anniversary in this year Frozen!

[virtual-winter]

HAPPY 10TH ANNIVERSARY TO ALL FROZEN FANS!!! 🌻❄️❤️🥳🎂🍰🎆

I struggle to believe it's really been 10 years (though for me it's only been 9). This franchise has truly turned my life around and I wouldn't be the person I am today without it. Anna and Elsa were and are the light of my life and I can barely wait to see where their story goes next!

I feared we'd never see the sisters again on the big screen after F2 so the announcement of the continuation of the Frozen saga this year truly came as a gift after more than a year without any new Frozen content.

Here's to another 10 years!

[elsannafondue]

Happy 10 years of Frozen!

Happy 10 years of community!

Happy 10 years of amazing art & writing!

Happy 10 years of not being normal about two cartoon sisters!

But most importantly happy 10 more years of kids and adults alike finding joy and comfort in this movie, because there's a reason why we're still so hung up on this, and why it's still so popular today

[punkpoemprose]

Ten Days of Kristanna

Celebrating 10 Years of Frozen on 11/27/23

I will be posting one fic, fic update, or other form of Kristanna content per day for ten days leading up to 11/27/2023, the 10th anniversary of Frozen's US theatrical release!

Posts linked below as they are released, like and reblog this post to keep up to date as content is posted.

Day 1: 11/18- Virtual Chemistry Pt 10

Day 2: 11/19- At Your Service: A Kristanna Regency/ Werewolf AU

Day 3: 11/20- A Convenient Arrangement- Part 15

Day 4: 11/21- Anna Arendelle and the Extraordinary Coat Room Meet Cute

Day 5: 11/22- Babysitters- Oneshot

Day 6: 11/23- Double Stuffed Thanksgiving- Oneshot, NSFW

Day 7: 11/24-

Day 8: 11/25-

Day 9: 11/26-

Day 10: 11/27-

It's been a crazy ten years everyone! I technically joined the fandom closer to 9 years ago, but members of this fandom were there with me through all of my major life moments. I was in this fandom when I graduated high school, when I started college, when I graduated and went on to grad school, when my boyfriend (now husband) and I went long distance, when I got my masters during COVID, when I got my dream job, and when I got married, this fandom and the awesome people in it have been there for me.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the love & support <3 Thank you for the holiday cards, the silly asks, and the friendship! No amount of Kristanna smut that I write will be able to repay you for everything you've done for me!

Here's to 10 years, and many more!

[bigfrozenfan-archive]

Translation: "Tomorrow is the 10th anniversary of "Frozen". Thank you so much for your work 😣 ❄️ I'm looking forward to seeing how Elsa and Anna's world continues to expand."

[frozenwolftemplar]

'Frozen' is the movie that got me into fanfiction, so I feel it's only fitting to mark the day with a (short, sweet, kind of silly) fic. To all who venture to click, I hope you enjoy!

And I just want to say the biggest 'Thank You' to Jennifer Lee, Chris Buck, the Lopezes, Michael Giamo, Wayne Unten, John Ripa, Brittney Lee, Lisa Keane, Becky Bresee, and all the other incredibly talented men and women who brought Frozen to life. For ten years, this movie has brought me so much joy and inspiration and ✨magic,✨ and for that I am forever grateful.

Happy 10 everyone! 💙

[justlookatthosesausages]

I'm so emotional and stunned by the fact 10 years went by in the blink of an eye since Frozen came out. Yet this isn't going to be a "Frozen changed me" 10th anniversary post. Frozen didn't change me. It inspired me.

Inspired me in life, inspired me in self-acceptance, inspired me in writing.

Hell, you know full well that I wrote 6 multi-chapter fanfics and countless of drabbles (150 maybe? fgjfdkjhgjdf) on Frozen so it's clear that this movie, and then its shorts and sequel, inspired me.

So yeah, thank you Frozen. Thank you Walt Disney Animation Studios, thank you Jen Lee and Chris Buck, thank you every single person included in the Frozenverse.

And to y'all, here on Tumblr and over there on FF and AO3, see you around because freaking YES we got two other movies to be hyped about and I still have so many Frohana stories to write 💜❄️

[robyntheredhead]

I think I’m kind of shit at writing

[ingridverse]

Do the magic!

Happy 10 Years of Frozen!

November 27, 2013

[shellsweet]

Stone by day, warriors by night, we were betrayed by the humans we had sworn to protect, frozen in stone by a magic spell for a 1000 years. Now, here in Manhattan, the spell is broken & we live again! We are defenders of the night, we are #Gargoyles!

Happy 30th Anniversary🌙

✨️ 10/24/94 - 10/24/24 ✨️

[saltofmercury]

"A cycle"

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

A/N: Originally was going to make it back to spring but I lost the energy. Also excuse the indent I lost my page break and could NOT insert it due to lack of patience!!!

Words: 2k

Summary: You meet Jason again... but he's a little off. Brief mention of AK! Jason.

It’s been roughly 10 years. 

—Almost 11 since you lost him. You remember his last words spoken, 

“I’ll see you… unless death comes first.”

Gloom had surrounded the city, it was supposed to be another normal day. But you started to get worried when he never called. Days trailed on and you assumed he stood you up. 

Your life is at a standstill, you missing your other half, your best friend. It isn’t until you get the news and the invitation to a funeral.

Death came first.

Days turn into months, years. 

The numbness never goes away, it just settles into your stomach, carefully simmering until it boils throughout your body, releasing—erupting emotion of him on the anniversary of his death.

Some days are harder than others and when you finally think you can go a day without thinking of 

“Unless death comes first—“

the universe throws you another curveball.

He arrives on a spring day, almost re-birthed and renewed. 

He stands at his gravesite. Taller and broader. Your stomach twists and bile rises up your throat. But you tell your brain it's not real, you manage to count the petals on the daisies you’re leaving.

You stare up at him again, the wind knocked out of you. He’s breathless and pale, staring back at you. He’s got scars all over his face—including the shape of a J under his eye. His t-shirt hangs low on his collarbones and you can see scarring there too. His hair is longer, almost touching his eyebrows. 

“I’ll see you in the morning.” He says stone faced.  His eyebrows are knit together. Hoping you remembered what he promised.

You’re frozen, almost sick to your stomach. Bile is prominent on your tongue and this hallucination has taken over.

He can tell you don't believe him and he grabs your hand and places it on his face.

“It’s me, I'm here. I’m still here.”

He’s so much taller than you remember. 

His face aged and his eyes have turned green. There’s a new white streak in his hair that is so prominent. 

And he scowls now. It's like his lips have permanently stayed down.

You never know what to say to him. Where to pick up where you left off. He follows you home, like a stray dog. Loyal to his core. Loyal to you at least.

He never tells you what he’s up to these days.

You do have a clue. 

It’s not rocket science to place him and the Arkham knight together. It’s almost impossible to walk at night without becoming a victim outside. You’ve caught a glimpse of the man that strikes fear all over the city.

It’s not Robin in that suit.

You never bring it up. Assumptions linger.

He tries to fall back into routine with you. He still sleeps on his side of the bed. He still makes your coffee in the morning. Rubs your back at night, and settles into the crook of your neck. But it never turns into anything more.

When you bring up what you guys are, he shrugs it off, plays dumb. 

Did he come back worse? Or are you just sensitive?

There’s a time you remember when all he wanted was to be called your boyfriend. Say it loud, hold hands in public. But even then there were rules. It was kept a secret just between you two.

Now there’s a protectiveness to him, he’s sealed off from you. Tells you —

“We’re good at this. We’re good friends.” But even he doesn’t mean it.

Jason doesn’t want you to know what happened to him. He despises pity. He should’ve told you where he was going that night. He should’ve left a tracker with you.

It’s been years and the minute he was revived from the pit his brain told him Bruce but his heart told him to come back to you.

The pit also intensified his anger. He’s angry at the world. Angry that he’s been placed in this piece of shit city where the same criminals and sociopaths linger around every corner. Shit, he died a couple years, came back, and these same criminals are still here.

Nothing changes in this city. So maybe it’s time he changes it himself.

There's broken walls and broken dishes every time you come home. You think about leaving but he switches up. It's a sick game of hot and cold.

The days are longer and warmer now. There’s a humidity that surrounds the city and sunsets take your breath away. You come home exhausted from work. Your phone pings nonstop, your head pounding, cars and people outside your window are blaring.

He can sense your anxiousness. Your body language is limp. He can watch you chew your lip until it’s bright pink. He walks towards you grabbing your body with both arms towering over you.

“How about we sneak off, just you and me?”

He says with such intensity in his eyes that you feel the heat boil thick inside your stomach. 

He cowards you in until your back hits the wall. The coolness of it gives you goosebumps. He grabs your chin and then runs his hand down your hair, twisting at the ends.

“What do you say?” He says again, a little more agitated that he needs to convince you. 11 years ago you would’ve just said yes.

And maybe this time you’ll say yes…

“Where would we go?” 

“Anywhere that’s not here.”

He’s so certain you’ll say yes. He’s already thinking of setting this entire city on fire and restarting a life with you. A life where you don’t beat around the bush and you come home with a smile for him.

But you don’t. It’s not enough for you. There’s so much tension in the room. You say you need a bath and a nap.

He lets you go instantly, walking towards the balcony and slamming the sliding door.

You don’t even know him anymore. You dance around each other.

On the balcony he takes 3 deep breaths, then another 2, then another 4 until he realizes he’s on the verge of tears and he wishes he could just tell you the shit that’s in his head.

He sees how you eye him, nervous and on edge. He barely takes his shirt off around you because the thought of his autopsy scar disgusts him and he can’t have you be disgusted with him.

There’s so much hate in his heart. There’s so much violence that he beats the shit out of his henchmen and resorts to putting bullets on anyone he can’t trust.

He hears the water running when he enters the living room again. There are sobs coming from the bathroom and now he feels even worse.

He came back a monster.

Splashes of orange and red surround the skyline. Temperatures drop and the leaves crunch beneath you. You’re both home tonight. You’re so happy. The luxury of being in his presence at this hour. He tells you he can take a day off for his girl.

His girl. 

The nickname raises goosebumps on your arm to your shoulders. He’s changed a bit. He stays home more. Doesn’t leave you hanging as much.

After some take-out, you sit on the couch deciding to pick a movie. One of his hands curls up your spine to the nape of your neck, as the other scrolls down the movie list. His fingers play with the loose hair that won’t fit into your bun.

He knows you hate it. Especially when he starts to call it a little rat tail.

You peer over at him, slightly nervous. He knows what you’re going to say, but before you even open your mouth he cuts you off—

"What? I like it." 

His head inches closer to your neck, placing small kisses down your earlobe to your collarbone. The prickles of your skin now rise over your chest. 

“And I know you like it too.” He taunts into your ear. He’s pushing you back towards the couch, peeling your legs open with one of his. Both arms are above you, enclosing you.

His lips graze yours, you can smell the sweetness of the strawberry drink he had.

You inch closer, closing your eyes, but before you know what his lips taste like— he's up again, pulling a jacket and mask over himself and slamming the front door shut.

Tears cloud your vision. It’s always one step forward, two steps back.

The tv plays an interview with some citizens gushing over the new Robin. 

You know who’s under the Arkham knight. Telling him to either come clean or leave you alone.

The replacement hurts more than he thought. He was abandoned, forgotten, then replaced. There was no mourning. Jason thought he would at least be mourned.

It rains one night and your car won’t start. The tow truck service won’t be here for another two hours and there’s a flash flood warning for your side of the city. You stare at your phone, your finger hovering over his name. 

“This is only strictly for emergencies” his voice clouds your memory.

You dial.

“Sweetheart?” He picks up, tense on the other side.

“I-I.. hi. I know you said this was only for emergencies but my car won’t start and there’s a lot of downpour. Can you come get me?” You feel yourself flushed, embarrassed, and tired. Maybe you shouldn’t have called him.

“I'll give you a ride, don't worry. I’ll be there in 10.” 

You don’t even question how he knows your location but sure enough in 8 minutes there’s a motorcycle revving down the street from where you are. It stops in front of your car. 

He gets off the bike, knocking on the passenger side of your car. You unlock it and he climbs in. His side of the car bounces and sends waves throughout your car.

He pulls the red hoodie down. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are a new shade of green. 

“You ready?” He asks gleefully 

“I’m not getting on that thing Jason.” Your head nods towards the bike in front of you.

He laughs. It’s one of the best sounds you’ll ever hear. The crinkles set around his eyes and how wide and toothy his grin gets.

“Why not?” He asks, the smile lingering on his lips.

“You know why.” You respond curtly. 

“You want to get home don’t you?” He leans in toward you, eyebrow raised.

He gets so close to you that you can feel the warmth he radiates. He’s nicer these days, less moody. He’s a lot more rested too.

“Come on, there’s nowhere safer than the back of my bike.” 

And you know it’s true. 

The safest place would be with Jason.

It still doesn’t comfort you knowing it’s pouring and he zooms in and out of traffic with no care.

“No, it’s raining outside and that thing only has two wheels!”

He laughs a little harder now. He shakes his head.

“Fine. We’ll stay until the tow truck shows up.” His hand finds yours as he reclines in your passenger seat. You recline too, watching the sunroof get hit with water droplets. His fingers rub circles around your wrist.

These days you’re not as tense around him. You shuffle in your seat to get a better look at him. 

His eyes are closed. The scar under his eye is fading, and the white streak in his hair is more prominent. 

“You’re staring” he says, opening one eye to look.

“I can’t help it.” You shrug. 

He turns towards you. Wrist still his hand, he pulls you over on top of him. You settle yourself, nestling your nose in the crook of his neck. He finds your neck and places kisses down your collarbone.

He stops. Pulls your face close to him. Hands encasing your face and he stares deeply into your eyes. It’s almost so unsettling you try to count the eyebrow hairs on his right brow.

“I’m sorry for...” He says quietly, trying to find an answer in your eyes.

“Hey, look at me.” He pulls your chin in between his fingers and kisses it softly.

“I’m trying to be better, and I know I can be… difficult. But I’m going to try harder.”

It’s the most he’s said to you all these months. He sounds like he means it. You peer down at his lip, caught underneath his top lip.

“Okay?”

You nod. 

A light halos above you. Jason gets out to talk to the man. He turns back to you — the helmet is snug on your head. Your stomach does somersaults as the rain and wind blow past you.

You hope that these changes come soon.