#frozen 2 fanfics

[demigods-posts]

all that i need is for percabeth to be in a situation where the only way they can make it out alive is if one of them can win over a group of monsters by telling a captivating and convincing love story. and it's just annabeth very dramatically and humorously reciting the first five books of the pjo series from her perspective. and the monsters are just eating it tf up. and percy's just facepalming so hard.

[stormravenart]

Sweet kisses in the Captain’s cabin

Elsamaren Pirates AU - based on the unreleased fic by @ladykatastrid

[mahoganyrust]

[herstoryheaven]

Descendants James Hook x Reader: Melting Under His Gaze

Request: Hi, me again! You don't have to do this lol, but I was wondering if you could do one where Elsa's daughter / us go to Auradon or more so Merlin Academy and meet James.

Reader: Female

Word count: 4307

Average reading time: 15 min 40 sec

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: This story contains themes of grief, self-doubt and fear of losing control. If you are sensitive to these topics, please read with care.

Author's note: Due to the time period of the movie, the reader is Elsa's sister instead of daughter.

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

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Y/n had always known her place in Arendelle. As the middle child, she was neither as responsible as Elsa nor as carefree as Anna. But like Elsa, she was burdened with a secret. The same icy powers coursed through her veins, a frosty magic she was taught to suppress. "Conceal, don't feel." had become her mantra, whispered to herself during sleepless nights and quiet, lonely days.

After the devastating news of their parents' death at sea, the castle felt emptier than ever. The corridors that once echoed with laughter now held only the heavy silence of grief. Elsa, at eighteen, was suddenly thrust into the role of queen, while Y/n, at sixteen, found herself struggling to keep her emotions and her powers in check. Anna, fifteen and still full of youthful innocence, tried her best to lift everyone's spirits, even as she dealt with her own heartbreak.

Tonight, as the sisters sat together in the dim light of the castle’s drawing room, Y/n unfolded a letter she had received earlier that day. The parchment crinkled in her trembling hands, the weight of the words inside pressing down on her.

“What’s that, Y/n?” Anna asked, glancing up from the embroidery she was working on. Her voice was light, but there was a trace of concern in her eyes.

Y/n hesitated, her gaze flickering to Elsa, who sat quietly by the window, lost in thought. Elsa met her eyes and gave a small, almost unnoticable nod. Y/n took a deep breath and forced a smile. “It’s... just something from school.” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

Anna’s face lit up with curiosity. “School? Are they starting classes again? It must be a distraction at least, right?”

Y/n nodded, though her thoughts were far from the normalcy of schoolwork. “Yeah, something like that.”

Anna frowned slightly, sensing something was off, but she didn’t press further. Instead, she returned to her embroidery, her movements slower, more distracted. Y/n could tell that Anna was still struggling with their parents’ death, just as they all were.

As the evening wore on, Anna excused herself, saying she was tired. “I think I’ll head to bed.” she said, standing and stretching. “You two should get some rest too.” She leaned down to hug Elsa first, then Y/n, before slipping out of the room with a soft, “Goodnight.”

The moment the door closed behind Anna, Y/n let out a shaky breath. She unfolded the letter again, staring at the elegant script. “I’ve been accepted to Merlin Academy.” she said quietly, more to herself than to Elsa.

Elsa turned her gaze from the window to Y/n, her expression a mix of pride and concern. “It’s a great opportunity, Y/n. You’ll be able to learn so much about your powers, about yourself.”

Y/n’s voice trembled as she spoke, the fears she had kept buried for so long surfacing in a rush. “But what if I can’t control it, Elsa? What if I hurt someone? What if they find out?”

Elsa stood and crossed the room to sit beside Y/n. She took her sister’s hand in hers, her touch cool but comforting. “I know it’s scary. I feel that fear too, every day. But Merlin Academy is where you’ll be safe. It’s where you’ll learn to control your powers, to understand them. You won’t be alone.”

Y/n nodded, but the doubt lingered. “And what about Anna? She doesn’t know. How can I leave without telling her the truth?”

Elsa’s expression softened with sympathy. “Anna has already lost so much. I think it’s best if we keep this between us, at least for now. She doesn’t need another burden to carry, not right now.”

Y/n’s heart ached at the thought of keeping such a big secret from Anna, but she knew Elsa was right. Anna was already struggling to cope with their parents’ death, adding the truth about their powers might be too much for her to process.

“I’ll write to her often.” Y/n said, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ll tell her it’s just a regular school. But Elsa... I’m scared.”

Elsa wrapped an arm around Y/n, pulling her close. “I know, Y/n. I’m scared too. But you’re strong, stronger than you think. And no matter what happens, we’ll always have each other.”

Y/n leaned into Elsa’s embrace, drawing strength from her sister’s calm presence. The path ahead seemed intimidating, filled with uncertainty and fear. How could she hide what she was for an entire school year?

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When Y/n arrived at Merlin Academy, the grand stone castle seemed to tower over her, its ancient walls full of mysteries and magic. The place was alive with energy, a big contrast to the quiet halls of the castle in Arendelle. Here, students openly showcased their powers and talents without fear. Fire danced on fingertips, water swirled effortlessly, and the earth itself seemed to respond to the commands of one particularly enthusiastic student. But Y/n, true to her promise, kept her powers locked inside, her heart frozen with the weight of her secret.

Everywhere she looked, there was something magical happening, yet Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling of being out of place. Her steps were cautious, her demeanor guarded, as if any wrong move might shatter the fragile control she had over her powers. She avoided the crowds, keeping to the edges of the bustling groups, hoping to remain unnoticed. But she quickly realized that in a place like Merlin Academy, secrets were hard to keep.

It was during one of those early days, as she wandered the academy’s grand gardens alone, that Y/n first encountered James Hook. The moment she saw him, she knew he wasn’t like the other students. He stood out in every possible way. His crimson coat, tailored perfectly to his tall, lean frame, contrasted sharply with his dark hair, which fell in unruly waves just above his sharp, blue eyes. There was a dangerous sort of charm about him, the kind that warned of trouble even as it invited you closer.

Y/n had heard the rumors, of course. Whispers that followed him wherever he went about him being a ruthless pirate, about the lost treasure he was supposedly seeking within the academy’s walls. She knew enough to keep her distance, but it seemed that James had other plans.

While Y/n tried to find a quiet spot to study, she heard a voice behind her, smooth and laced with a hint of amusement. “What’s a delicate thing like you doing all alone out here?”

She turned sharply to find James leaning casually against a tree, his piercing blue eyes locked on her with a gaze that felt almost predatory, yet strangely protective. Her heart raced, a mix of fear and something she couldn’t quite place. 

“I prefer it that way.” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “Less… complicated.”

James’s lips curled into a sly smile as he pushed off the tree and came closer, his boots crunching softly on the gravel path. “Less complicated, hm? Or less risky?” He tilted his head, his gaze never leaving hers. “You don’t strike me as the type to avoid a little danger.”

Y/n swallowed, instinctively taking a step back. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, I think you do.” he said, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. “I’ve seen you, you know. Always on the outside, watching, but never participating. It’s as if you’re afraid of your own shadow.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. How could he have noticed her when she’d tried so hard to go unnoticed? “I’m not afraid.” she lied, lifting her chin slightly, trying to appear more confident than she felt.

“Is that so?” James mused, stepping even closer until he was just a few feet away. He looked her over, as if trying to unravel the mystery she had so carefully wrapped around herself. “You don’t fool me, Y/n. There’s something different about you. Something… intriguing.”

Y/n’s breath hitched at the way he said her name, like it was a secret only they shared. “What do you want, James?” she asked, trying to keep her voice from trembling.

He smirked, leaning in just enough that she could catch a hint of the sea on his clothes. “Maybe I’m just curious. You don’t seem like the other students. You’re too… restrained. It makes me wonder what you’re hiding.”

“I’m not hiding anything.” she insisted, her voice sharper than she intended. She could feel the cold creeping into her fingertips, and she clenched her hands into fists, trying to suppress the icy magic that threatened to reveal itself.

James’s eyes flickered down to her clenched fists, a glint of understanding or perhaps amusement crossing his features. “Everyone has something to hide, darling.” he murmured. “The trick is knowing when to reveal it.”

Y/n felt a chill run down her spine, and she stepped back again, desperate to put some distance between them. “I need to go.” she said quickly, turning to leave before he could say anything more.

But James wasn’t one to be dismissed so easily. “I’ll be seeing you around, princess.” he called after her, his voice laced with a promise that made her heart skip a beat.

As she hurried away, Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that James Hook was more dangerous than she’d first thought and that he had already set his sights on discovering her deepest secret. But there was something else too, something that lingered in the back of her mind, unsettling and confusing her. The way his gaze seemed to see right through her, as if he understood her fear better than anyone else. Y/n found herself questioning whether she could truly keep her powers and her heart, frozen.

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One afternoon, Y/n sat near the sea, trying desperately to lose herself in the pages of a book. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore had always been a way to calm herself, a place where she could momentarily forget the icy storm brewing inside her. But today, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t escape the thoughts swirling in her mind, the fear, the loneliness, the unbearable weight of her secret.

The book in her hands was just another attempt to distract herself, but the words blurred together as her anxiety crept up, tightening its grip around her chest. Just as she was about to close it in frustration, a shadow fell over her, blocking the sunlight and pulling her back to reality.

She looked up to see James standing before her, his familiar smirk playing on his lips. His dark hair was tousled by the sea breeze, and his blue eyes sparkled with a mixture of curiosity and something else, something that made her heart skip a beat, even as her fear bubbled beneath the surface.

“Mind if I join you, princess?” he asked, but without waiting for her response, he settled onto the bench beside her, his presence both comforting and unsettling all at once.

Y/n stiffened, clutching her book tighter as if it could shield her from the emotions threatening to spill over. “I was hoping for some peace and quiet.” she murmured, her voice betraying the fear she was trying so hard to hide.

James leaned back, completely at ease. “Aye, I could tell.” he said, his voice smooth and warm, like honey. “But it’s the quiet ones who always have the most interesting stories.”

She kept her eyes fixed on the book, even though she knew she wouldn’t be able to read another word. “There’s nothing interesting about me.” she replied, her tone flat, hoping to end the conversation before it could begin.

“Is that so, princess?” James raised an eyebrow, his smirk softening into something more genuine, though no less intense. “I’ve seen the way you look at the others, like you’re afraid to get too close. What are you hiding?”

His words hit her like a punch to the gut. He was getting too close, digging too deep, and Y/n felt her control slipping. She stood up abruptly, the book nearly falling from her grasp. “Nothing that concerns you.” she snapped, her voice sharper than she intended. Panic was clawing at her now, threatening to break free.

But as she turned to leave, James reached out, his hand catching her wrist with a gentle but firm grip. His touch was warm, so different from the cold she carried within. “I think it does concern me.” he said softly, his voice losing its usual playful edge. “I can see it in your eyes, darling. You’re afraid, but of what?”

Y/n tried to pull away, but the warmth of his hand, the sincerity in his gaze, it all made her want to crumble, to let go of the iron grip she had on her emotions. She could feel the cold creeping up her spine, could sense the frost forming on her skin, and she knew she was losing control. “You wouldn’t understand,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the effort to keep herself together.

“Try me.” James urged, stepping closer, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soothing, almost tender gesture.

But it was too late. The storm inside her was raging, and she could no longer hold it back. The fear, the loneliness, the crushing weight of her secret, all of it surged to the surface. A cold gust of wind whipped around them, and before she could stop it, frost began to spread across the ground, spiraling out from where she stood. The book in her hand fell to the ground, forgotten, as she clutched at her arms, trying to contain the icy power that was slipping out of her control.

“No, no, no…” she whispered, terror lacing her voice as she backed away, but there was nowhere to go. The ice was curling around her like a cage, and she couldn’t stop it. She felt the cold seeping into her bones, the frost creeping up her arms, and she knew she was seconds away from losing herself completely.

But instead of backing away in fear, James stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers, determent. “Y/n.” he called to her, his voice cutting through the chaos in her mind. “Look at me.”

She did, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her vision blurring with unshed tears. The ice crackled and snapped around her, but James wasn’t afraid. He reached out, cupping her face in his hands, the warmth of his touch chasing away the cold that threatened to consume her.

“You don’t have to be afraid.” he said, his voice low and steady, grounding her in the here and now. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/n’s breathing was unstable, the panic still clawing at her insides, but James’s touch, his words, they were like a lifeline pulling her back from the edge. “I—I can’t stop it.” she choked out, the tears finally spilling over and freezing as they fell.

“Yes, you can,” James whispered, leaning in until their foreheads touched, his warmth seeping into her skin, melting the frost that had begun to form. “You can control this, Y/n. I know you can.”

She wanted to believe him, but the fear was still there, gripping her heart in a vise. The cold was still there too, a deadly force she had never been able to fully tame. “I’m going to hurt you.” she whispered, her voice breaking with the weight of her fear.

“You won’t.” James murmured, his thumb brushing away the frozen tear on her cheek. “Not as long as I’m here.”

And then, before she could protest, before the fear could take hold of her again, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both gentle and firm. The world around them seemed to freeze for a moment, literally and figuratively, but then the ice inside her began to melt, slowly, as if his warmth was thawing the cold she had kept locked away for so long.

The kiss deepened, and with it, Y/n felt the storm inside her calm. The frost that had been spreading across the ground withdrawing, the biting cold in her veins dulled, and the panic that had consumed her began to fade. All she could feel was James, his warmth, his strength, the way he held her like she was something precious, not something to be feared.

When they finally pulled apart, James rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the cool air. “You’re not alone anymore, love.” he whispered, his voice full of quiet determination. “You never have to be.”

Y/n let out a shaky breath, her heart finally starting to slow to a normal rhythm. The ice inside her had faded, leaving only a faint chill that she could handle. She looked up at James, searching his eyes for any hint of fear or regret, but all she saw was warmth and an unexpected tenderness that made her want to cry all over again.

“Thank you.” she whispered, her voice still trembling but stronger than before.

“Anything for you, princess.” he replied with a soft smile, stealing one more kiss that made her feel a warmth she hadn’t known in years.

As the warmth of James’s kiss lingered on Y/n’s lips, the tension that had build up inside her began to loosen. The frost on the ground had melted away, leaving only damp patches where the ice had once spread. For a moment, the world felt still, as if holding its breath with her. But reality crept back in, the weight of what had just happened settling heavily on her shoulders.

Y/n took a shaky step back, her hand still entwined with James’s, but her mind already racing with a thousand thoughts. What had she just done? She had lost control, let her powers loose in a way that could have endangered him, and yet… he wasn’t afraid. Not only that, he had calmed her, brought her back from the brink, something no one had ever been able to do before.

“James,” she began, her voice hesitant as she tried to find the right words. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I could have—”

He silenced her with a gentle kiss on her hand, his eyes soft as they met hers. “You don’t have to apologize, Y/n.” he said, his voice steady, reassuring. “I told you, you don’t have to hide from me. I’m not afraid of what you can do.”

His words were like a balm to her unsettling nerves, but they also stirred something deeper within her,something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time, hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to carry this burden alone anymore.

“But you should be.” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. “Everyone else is. They always have been. Just like they have been of Elsa… She tried to protect me, to help me, but I could see it in her eyes. She was scared too.”

James’s expression softened even more, his gaze filled with understanding. “People fear what they don’t understand, love. But I’m not like them. I see you, really see you. And I’m not going anywhere, other then being by your side.”

Y/n felt her heart squeeze painfully in her chest. She wanted to believe him, wanted to hold onto the warmth he offered, but the fear was still there, gnawing at the edges of her mind. “But what if I lose control again? What if I hurt someone?”

“You won’t.” James said firmly, his grip on her hand tightening just enough to ground her. “Not as long as I’m here with you. We’ll figure this out together, okay? You don’t have to do this alone.”

The sincerity in his voice, the confidence he had in her, was almost overwhelming. Y/n felt the last of her defenses crumble as she nodded slowly, her heart aching with a mixture of fear and gratitude. “Okay.” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

James smiled, a genuine, warm smile that made her heart flutter in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Good ” he said, pulling her into a gentle embrace. She hesitated for a moment before leaning into him, letting herself be held, letting herself feel safe.

For a few minutes, they stayed like that, the sound of the waves crashing softly in the background, the world seeming to fade away. Y/n felt herself relax more with each passing second, the ice within her settling into a quiet, manageable calm. 

But as the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the shore, Y/n knew they couldn’t stay here forever. She pulled back slightly, looking up at James with a mixture of resolve and uncertainty. “What now?” she asked quietly.

James tilted his head, considering her for a moment before responding. “Now,” he said, “if we’re going to figure all this out, maybe it’s time you started practicing, really using your powers.”

Y/n held her breath, her eyes widening slightly as she looked at him. “You mean… now? Out here?” The idea of intentionally using her powers, after everything that had just happened, sent a shiver down her spine, but not entirely from fear. There was a part of her, buried deep, that longed to be free, to see what she could truly do.

James nodded, his expression earnest. “Why not? You’ve been holding back for so long, love. What if you tried letting go, just a little? You don’t have to be afraid. I’ll be right here.”

His encouragement, so simple yet so powerful, struck a chord within her. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was time to stop hiding, to stop fearing herself. She took a deep breath, feeling the familiar cold rise within her, but this time, she didn’t push it away. She let it fill her, let it flow through her veins like a river of ice.

“Okay.” she whispered, more to herself than to him. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of the cold, on the power that had always been a part of her. The air around her began to chill, the wind picking up as she let the ice take form.

James stepped back slightly, giving her space, but his eyes never left her. There was no fear in his gaze, only wonder and something that looked very much like admiration. “Don't fight it.” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “Just feel the ice course through you and work with it, not against it.”

Encouraged by his words, Y/n opened her eyes, her heart pounding as she raised her hands, palms facing down toward her clothes. With a gentle flick of her fingers, the cold surged outward, wrapping around her like a second skin. The fabric of her clothes shimmered and began to change, the colors deepening into a rich, icy blue. The material lengthened and flowed like water, forming into a dress that sparkled with the light of a thousand tiny snowflakes. The bodice hugged her figure, intricate patterns of frost weaving themselves into the fabric, while the skirt flared out in an elegant, sweeping train. Even her shoes transformed, the delicate heels now made of glistening ice, as strong and tough as winter itself.

When she finally lowered her hands, Y/n could hardly believe what she had done. She stared down at herself, at the beautiful dress she had created, and for the first time, she felt a sense of pride in her powers, in who she was.

James, who had watched the entire transformation in awed silence, let out a low whistle. “Y/n.” he breathed, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “You… you look absolutly stunning, I have never had the honor to be in the pressence of such a beautiful and powerful woman.”

His words made her blush, the warmth of his gaze almost overwhelming. She glanced up at him, suddenly shy, but the way he looked at her, like she was something you would only read about, made her heart skip a beat. “Thank you.” she said softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief.

James took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “You should never have to hide this, Y/n. You’re amazing, and what you can do… it’s indescribable how beautiful it is.”

Y/n felt her breath catch in her throat. No one had ever spoken to her like this, had ever made her feel like her powers were something to be celebrated rather than feared. The sincerity in James’s voice, the way he looked at her with such affection, it was almost too much to take in.

He reached out, gently taking her hand in his. The warmth of his touch melted the last of her doubts, and she found herself smiling, really smiling, for the first time in what felt like forever. “I don’t know what to say.” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You don’t have to say anything.” James replied, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a gesture that sent a thrill through her. “Just remember this feeling. This is who you are, Y/n. Not the fear, not the doubt, this.”

The intensity of his words, the raw honesty in his eyes, made Y/n’s heart swell. Without thinking, she stepped closer, drawn to him by something she couldn’t quite name. And when James didn’t pull away, when he instead cupped her face with that same gentle touch, she knew, this was where she was meant to be. Y/n found herself glancing at James, feeling something new, a warmth that had nothing to do with her powers and everything to do with him.

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[simpofhans]

moana 2 is... very weak compared to the original genius movie BUT MATANGI. GOD MY GAL DESERVED BETTER.... SHE WAS IMPRISONED FOR NOTHING. AGAIN. FUCK THE MID CREDITS SCENE I HATED TAMATOA BECAUSE OF THAT. (earlier he was neutral to me)..... MATANGI NATION WE RISE FOR A MOANA 3/SPINOFF WITH HER!!!!!! SHE DESERVES BETTER!!!!!

and she is insanely beautiful even radio yesterday was full of the love songs only to make me realize I fell in love again XD but Hansy, I will not forget about you ^^

[pirate-of-the-southern-isles]

Elsa freezing stuff in her new outfit which is still not my final word about what she wears in my fanfic

[grcetxt]

Fuck it we ball fanfic time. Gn reader x lars pinfield WOO

Okay WOO lmk if this is shit or ooc or anything, but im pretty happy with how this went :D its a little rushed, might redo it in the future idk. Also i made Y/N bit too much like me (northern) so watch out for that american readers SORRYYY. anwyays enjoy!

I am smart.

No don't laugh, I am, genuinely I am.

Maybe not in the way that others deem important, maybe not in the traditional sense, but I am bright.

Pinfield doesn't think so, the prick.

Every day I come into work, all smiling and welcoming, and what do I get in return? A roll of the eyes if I'm lucky.

Dickhead.

But I don't let him get to me, I love my job. My boss is chill, I love hanging out with Lucky, and the Spenglers seem nice! It's a good gig, really.

I'm the "PR guy" for Ghost Corps. Every time they fuck up and destroy a building or whatever I'm the one who covers it up. I'm a real smooth talker, 'gift of the gab' my mum used to call it.

The team needs me, I know that, they know that. Im crucial to the whole operation, the sole reason why that whiny mayor dude hasnt shut them down.

I'm the one who goes to press interviews, who goes on the radio or on TV. I'm the social media manager, I make videos, and post tweets, fuck I've even started a Ghostbusters youtube account! I deserve a raise honestly. #justiceforY/NthePRguy

I get on with everyone at work except for Pinfield, and I genuinely dont know why.

I've tried getting him to feature in videos, or explain the science of stuff to me so I can actually seem like I know what I'm talking about- but he just brushes me off.

Gary tries to reassure me about this on a daily basis. "Its nothing to do with you Y/N" he smiled one day, putting a hand on my shoulder and guiding me away from the busy scientist. "He doesnt really talk to anyone, he gets really passionate about his work"

"I get that, but there's no need for him to be a dick to me, he's got me thinking all kinds of shit honestly!" I replied, exhasperated "I've never done nowt to him"

Suddenly, Pinfield raised his head from his work, scrunching his eyebrows together. "thats a double negative" he commented, looking at me as if I was stupid. Great, It's the most he's ever spoken to me and its a fucking insult- atleast I think it is.

"you what?" I ask, making my way over to him despite Garys protests. I fold my arms, looking as menacing as i can (which ive been told isn't very menacing at all)

"I said its a double negative, if you've never done nothing then you must've done something" before I can reply, he adds onto the end "which you haven't, by the way. I dont know why you think that. I treat you the same as anyone else"

I can't explain why his answer bothers me so much, but it does. Why does he view me in the same way he views the others? That's hardly fair. I'm always welcoming to him, I make time out of my day to include him in things. I hate to admit it, but I genuinely admire him aswell. His love for all things paranormal, the way he gets so excited and proud when he gets to explain the science of ghost-catching to someone. It's oddly endearing.

I tell him as much (excpet for the stuff about him being endearing, he doenst need his ego inflated any more than it already is)

He looks confused, I've never seen him look like that- its weird. Arrogant? sure. Annoyed? when is he not bffr. Happy? Once or twice. But confused? Weird. This is the guy with all the answers, the smart one.

He thinks for a moment, before seemingly making a desision. He stands up with a small huff of exhasperation, and walks off.

As he goes past me, he grabs my arm, more gently than I thought he was capable of. Okay, i guess im coming too. Fun, roadtrip time.

He takes me out of the lab and down the corridor, into a relatively well lit small room.

"Well this is-" before i can speak properly, he cuts me off. Told you he was a prick.

"I dont understand you Y/N" he blurts out, looking at me, as if I'm some sort of specimin hes studying in the lab.

"Well good." I joke. I dont like the serious tone he's taking. Dont like how aware I am of his gaze. HATE the fact I can feel my cheeks burning. Gross. Pinfield is a dick, we've established this. Why the fuck am I BLUSHING because he's LOOKING at me? Bit embarassing, pull it together Y/LN.

He doenst like this though. He shakes his head, pacing around.

"No Y/N you dont get it. I understand everyone, sort of anyways. I've observed them, I can predict their reactions to things. I know what they're all like- but you're... I just dont understand! You're so happy and nice all the time, but you also get angry at stupid stuff, but never really properly angry? I cant make sense of it, genuinely. You've not done anything wrong, you can't do anything wrong. Thats frustrating too. It's like you're this perfect, beautiful person, and I've been trying to see flaws but I cant-" He rambles, speaking like hes just letting out one stream of constant thoughts. He seems stressed, poor guy.

I interupt him, grabbing his arm. "Hey, c'mon Pinfi- I- Lars. C'mon Lars. I'm not worth the stress mate" I try and reassure him, but that just agitates him more.

"See! That's just it! I've been horrible to you, I admit it. But you've kept trying with me! When I hurt my hand you were the one who bandaged it and put it in a sling"

(i had found him almost blacked out from the pain on the lab floor, even the memory of it sent a shiver down my spine)

"you were the only one that looked for me after we all nearly died fighting Garraka"

("Pinfield? Pinfield!? Oh my god, there you are! Thank fuck you're alright!" Okay maybe this tiny non-crush had been going on longer than i thought... christ)

"I dont like the thought of you hurt..." i muttered, embarrased. this definitely wasnt how i was expecting this conversation to go, fuck my life I was crushing on a nerdy scientist who defintely didn't like me back.

He stopped his pacing and walked over to me until the gap between us was non existant. He slowly, hesitantly, lifted his hand until he cupped my cheek.

"I don't like the thought of you upset because of me" he muttered, his voice low.

My heart completely stopped, my breath caught in my throat, was this happening? how was this happening? i swear this guy was like my mortal enemy not even 5 minutes ago. so many revelations were bieng made today...

I decided to be bold, why not? fuck it, i've got nothing to loose at this point.

I leaned in so our noses just grazed eachother, looking at him, really genuinely looking at him. his soft blue eyes that seemed to peer into my soul. Not pierce through it, like some weird blue eyed fuckers i knew, but looked. gently, tenderly, as if he was looking at everything i ever had been, or would be. like i was something beautiful, something to be treaured.

It made me want to sob at the thought. god, how disgustingly sweet.

"make up for it then" i whispered, the tension so thick i could cut it with a knife.

I'd planned on being the one to make the forst move, but apparently, that was all that Lars needed.

He kissed me. His soft lips pressed against mine, sotfly, tenderly, tentatively.

I could feel the anxiety radiating off of him, so i quickly reciprocated. More eagerly than i owuldve liked- but oh well.

I could feel his hand resting on my waist, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. It all felt so tender, so raw, not at all how i thought it would be.

I felt like a teenager again, and couldnt resist letting out a small giggle, making Lars pull away. He looked confused again, making me laugh once again.

"What?" he aksed, a sort of amused smile on his face.

"Nothing- sorry. Nothing at all. Just thinking of how fuming mums gonna be when i tell her ive got a posho for a boyfriend"

"I am NOT posh!"

"you are a littleee"

"I AM NO- wait- boyfriend?"

"oh shit didnt mean to say that bi-"

he cut me off with another kiss, this one much more confident.

It felt like a million fireworks were going off in my head, oh I could definetly get used to this feeling. This war, sweet, happy feeling. My senses were flooded with everything Lars. His taste, his smell, his touch.

I felt like I was learning to live again.

[sweetrululu]

Elsa's coronation day. (AU Helsa)

The ballroom of Arendelle’s palace gleamed with an almost ethereal glow, as if the very flashes of light had been enchanted by the magic of the place. The chandeliers, adorned with flickering candles, cast a warm golden light that danced across the faces of the guests. Elsa, draped in her majestic velvet gown, stood before the royal throne, watching the scene with a mixture of curiosity and caution. The new crown on her head, along with the secret she guarded so fiercely, kept her distant, even on this night meant for celebration.

Anna, on the other hand, could not stop speaking with exuberant joy, and Elsa felt a faint warmth upon hearing her voice once more.

"Isn’t it wonderful, Elsa? The music, the people, the food... I heard the cake is filled with chocolate fondue! I can't wait to try it!"

The sisters shared a light laugh, and the sparkle in Anna's eyes made Elsa, despite a touch of melancholy, feel for a moment the lightness of the past.

"This is so nice, I wish it could be like this all of the time." Anna said, her enthusiasm evident.

Elsa barely nodded, letting a restrained smile escape as a slight disillusionment settled in her heart. She couldn't help it. The grandeur of the occasion, the crowd around her, seemed distant and foreign. Before she could respond, a soft, masculine voice interrupted their conversation.

“Greetings” said a figure who had approached with impeccable composure.

The sisters turned and found a young man of refined appearance. His red hair shimmered in the light, and his smile was the perfect blend of courtesy and distinction. He made a slight bow, as etiquette demanded, and introduced himself.

“Prince Hans of the Southern Isles. At your service. It is an honor to meet you both, Your Majesties.”

“Prince Hans,” Elsa replied, her tone formal but unable to conceal a softness in her voice. “Welcome to Arendelle. I hope you enjoy the evening.”

Hans, smiling politely but with something more in his eyes than mere courtesy, responded.

“The honor is mine. Allow me to congratulate you on your coronation. The ceremony was a masterpiece, and I must say, the beauty of this place is unmatched... except, of course, for that of its hostess.”

Elsa, unaccustomed to such flattery, felt an unfamiliar blush creep up her face, something that did not go unnoticed by Anna, who observed with growing interest.

“Oh, thank you, Prince Hans,” Elsa replied, trying to regain her composure, although the softness in her tone revealed it wasn’t just politeness.

Anna, with her usual curiosity, couldn’t resist a mischievous smile seeing her sister so unusually affected. She decided to intervene with her usual enthusiasm.

“Oh, Elsa! Isn’t he charming? You should get to know him better,” she said, unable to hide her excitement. “Maybe you should dance with him. It would be wonderful, don’t you think?”

Elsa shot a quick glance at her sister, a mix of warning and pleading, while maintaining her exterior calm.

"Anna, I'm sure the prince has many others to talk to tonight," she replied, her voice firm but serene.

“Quite the opposite, Your Majesty,” Hans responded with a slight bow. “At this special occasion, it would be an honor if I could have your first dance as queen.”

Elsa hesitated, her mind wavering at the thought of a dance. The mere mention of it made her feel an increasing nervousness.

“Oh... I’m not sure, Prince Hans. I’m not much of a dancer,” she replied, her voice betraying a slight tremor. The idea of placing her cold hand in his made her feel even more uncomfortable.

Before she could continue, Anna, without saying a word, moved forward, and with a playful smile, gave her a gentle push.

“Come on, your Majesty!” she said, quickly removing the cape from her shoulders. “Just one dance. Everyone’s watching you, and this is your night, sister.”

Elsa, realizing she couldn’t refuse any longer, nodded in resignation. Anna gently pushed her toward the center of the hall, where Hans had already extended his hand with a reassuring smile. Elsa hesitated for what felt like an eternity, but finally accepted, letting her fingers brush against his, barely.

The music shifted to a slower tempo, and the guests, as if a tacit agreement had been made, moved aside to make space for the pair. Elsa felt every gaze on her like an unbearable weight.

Hans, aware of her nervousness, inclined his head slightly toward her.

“Don’t worry, my queen. Just follow my lead. I promise I won’t let anything go wrong.”

Elsa, still nervous, looked up and found Hans’s green eyes, which seemed to try to calm her.

“I’m not used to this,” she murmured, barely audible.

“Neither am I, Your Majesty. This is my first time dancing with a queen,” Hans replied with a playful tone. “I’m terrified, but I think we’ll both do an excellent job pretending.”

Despite his efforts, Elsa couldn’t shake the feeling that time was dragging on. Each step felt like a challenge, while her mind wrestled with a torrent of thoughts. She could feel the pressure of the stares, of each guest analyzing her every movement.

Hans, on the other hand, guided her calmly, aware of the tiny tremors in her hands that barely showed. At one point, when the music reached a crescendo, Elsa stumbled slightly, and he, with quick reflexes, took advantage of the pause to lean in and whisper.

“Relax, my Queen.” he murmured softly.

“It’s not that simple,” Elsa replied, fixing her gaze on a point to avoid his eyes.

“People only want you to be a good ruler, not a perfect dancer. It’s your party, just enjoy.” Hans replied, a slight smile on his lips.

Elsa stopped for a second, surprised by his words. She looked at him, and something in the sincerity of his green eyes sparked a calm within her. For the first time that night, she let her guard down.

Hans smiled, but this time it wasn’t with the same calculated smile he used with others; this time it was something more genuine.

In that moment, Elsa allowed her shoulders to relax. The confidence with which Hans guided her, his steady presence in front of all eyes, gave her a moment of comfort, as if, for a brief sigh, she weren’t alone.

But then, she felt the cold: the slight chill in her fingers, the tingling that heralded the inevitable. The proximity of Hans, the warmth of his hand over hers, contrasted with the cold that began to emanate from her skin.

Conceal, don’t feel. Conceal, don’t feel.

Elsa tensed, her breathing quickened, and fear once again seized her. Her hands began to shake, and anxiety overwhelmed her. If she stayed there, among all those eyes, dancing... If he noticed...

“Your Majesty,” Hans said, noticing the change in her. “Are you alright?”

“Excuse me,” Elsa said, her voice trembling. “I can’t continue. I need... I need to leave.”

Without waiting for a response, Elsa quickly turned and headed for the doors of the hall. Whispers began to spread among the guests, and Anna, watching from the side, stepped forward, confused.

Hans looked at her, concerned, but an inexplicable feeling made him stop. Something in the way Elsa had left indicated that what was happening was more than simple nervousness.

When the doors closed behind Elsa, a cold air seemed to surround her as she walked down the empty corridor. She pressed her back against the wall, closing her eyes, trying to calm her mind.

“Elsa!” Anna called, running after her. Elsa, without stopping, turned her back to her sister.

“Elsa, wait! What happened? Why did you leave like that?”

“You shouldn’t have done it, Anna,” Elsa murmured with a broken voice, but filled with a resolve she hadn’t found in a long time.

Anna frowned, hearing her, not fully understanding the gravity of the situation. "Done what? What are you talking about, Elsa?" she asked, taking a step closer.

Elsa finally turned, and her pale, tense face was a clear reflection of the internal struggle she was enduring. In her eyes shone a mix of anger and anguish. “You shouldn’t have pushed me to dance with him,” she exclaimed, the words coming out with a force that even surprised Elsa herself. “I didn’t want to.”

Anna, confused but feeling the weight of her sister’s words, crossed her arms defensively. "What’s wrong with dancing a little? He’s a prince, Elsa! And he seemed so interested in you. I just wanted you to enjoy yourself for once, to have fun."

Elsa let out a bitter laugh, one that resonated in the air with palpable desolation. “Have fun?” she replied, and the disillusionment in her voice was more than evident. “You don’t understand anything, Anna. I can’t afford to ‘have fun.’ I’m not like you. I can’t just... let go.”

"And why not?" Anna shot back, stepping closer, hoping to reach her sister’s heart. "You’re always so closed off, so distant. It’s a party in your honor, Elsa! How bad could it be to enjoy it a little? Everyone was watching you, and for a moment, you seemed happy!"

Elsa raised her voice, something she rarely did, and the tone of her reproach made Anna take a step back, surprised by the intensity of the moment. “That’s the problem!” she shouted, her voice full of anguish. "Everyone was watching. What if something went wrong? What if…?" She stopped abruptly, biting her lip and looking away, unable to continue.

Anna, her face now filled with concern, frowned. "What if what? What’s the worst that could happen, Elsa? That you’re not perfect? That someone realizes you’re human, like the rest of us?"

Elsa pressed her lips together, as if those words hurt more than she could bear. She fought to keep her emotions in check. Finally, her voice softened, though the sadness was clear. "You don’t understand, Anna."

"Then explain it to me! "Anna demanded, taking another step closer. " I’m your sister. I’m here, Elsa. I’ve always been, but you never let me in. Never."

"All of this was a mistake. I should never have agreed to this party, or to opening the doors" Elsa admitted, her voice breaking with the weight of the guilt that consumed her.

"A mistake!" Anna took a step back, horrified by Elsa’s words. Tears began to fall down her face, unstoppable. "Is that how you see it? This party is the best thing that’s happened to me in years. Are you going to shut us out again, forever? Elsa, please, I can’t live like this anymore!"

Elsa, unable to bear the pressure of all her emotions, shouted: "Then leave!" her chest rising and falling with the heaviness of a pain that wouldn’t go away.

Anna, her face soaked with tears, responded with equal intensity, feeling like the ground was falling away beneath her. "What did I ever do to you?" The question, full of anguish, hung in the air like a cry of desperation.

The noise of their argument quickly reached the ears of the other guests, and the doors to the ballroom opened slowly, revealing the curious gazes of the onlookers. Among them, Hans stepped forward, followed by a couple of guards, stopping a few paces from the sisters.

"Majesties?" Hans called in a cautious tone, his voice filled with a clear, yet contained concern.

Elsa turned toward him, panic in her eyes as she realized the attention she had drawn with her outburst. " Anna " she whispered, "it’s enough."

But Anna, completely immersed in her desperation, didn’t notice the onlookers. When Elsa turned to leave, Anna grabbed her hand but only managed to pull off her glove. "No, Elsa!" she replied, her voice trembling yet firm. "Why you shut me out? Why you shut the world out?! What are you so afraid of?!"

"I said ENOUGH!" Elsa yelled, raising her hands in a gesture of frustration. But as she did, a flash of ice shot from her fingers, piercing the hallway with a sharp, crystalline sound.

The air suddenly turned freezing, and the guests stepped back in shock, gasping in surprise as frost covered the walls. Icicles hung from the ceiling like newly formed daggers, a clear sign of Elsa’s uncontrollable power.

Elsa stared in horror at her hands, trembling with fear over what she had just unleashed. Her eyes, full of panic, searched for Anna, who stood frozen, her mouth agape, staring at the scene with a mix of fear and disbelief.

"Elsa…" Anna whispered.

Hans, who was just a few steps away from the sisters, stepped forward calmly, trying to address the situation. "Queen Elsa " he said softly, his gaze fixed on her, trying to offer reassurance. "Ple-please, calm down."

But she couldn’t hear him. Her breathing became erratic, and her mind could only focus on one thought: this shouldn’t have happened. Not now. Not here. She looked at the crowd,their eyes filled with fear and shock, and as she saw them all, the frost beneath her feet cracked, spreading slowly like a shadow of ice. She wrapped her hands around her chest, shielding those she had affected, and in a burst of emotion, she fled the scene, running through the hallways with frantic speed.

[mer-acle]

I make a habit of attributing songs to my blorbos, especially from other musicals, and no-one tell me that Show yourself from Frozen 2 wouldn't be absolutely sick as Athena using Quick Thought for the first time.

I mean, it even has the memory function of the memories from Time-Dive, it's connected to her Mom, the Titan of Wisdom, and it has the wonder of discovering a part of yourself that you didn't know before

DO YOU SEE THE VISION?

Even the colors are right ffs.

[06strawberrylemonade28]

why is dialogue so hard 😭😭😭😭😭 i fear they sound like robots i promise i talk to people guys trust 😭😭😭😭😭 i will fix this #editing process #dialogue

[pandas01]

Wanting to rewatch the original series but then you start comparing it to your favorite fanfic and wishing you can watch the fanfic story line

[starofthemorning16]

huh

[stormravenart]

Elsamaren Pirates AU - based on the unreleased fic by my partner in crime and life @ladykatastrid. Coming one day on AO3.

[mahoganyrust]

This took forever. Pun intended.

Also pinned art Comms link:

[vanitiz1]

What is Kindgom Frozen?

Frozen Au-The Snow Queen (if Disney would never have feared in cancelled the original idea)

Context:Kay and Gerda are youngers adults (no kids) and all events is post Frozen 1 and 2

This alternative universe, Anna died from the curse without Elsa knowing the meaning of true love, consequently it led all of Arendelle to create a blizzard and consequently will kill everyone including Hans, Kristoff,Sven and Olaf (possibly their parts would fly away for the blizzard)

Later she made everyone assume fear and terror, humans despised her so much for considering her a monster making itself known as The Snow Queen

While, a young named Kay take the task of stopping the Snow Queen trying to negotiate without causing trouble and stop the eternal winter and blizzard.

Kay and his group they travel to the Snow Queen's address and go to the palace, but at some point after taking care of the snow soldiers (Marsmallow's), Kay is knocked unconscious and captured by the Snow Queen. Fortunately is life but, if you want stopped he should complete a mysterious mirror the Snow Queen wants.....

Meanwhile Gerda will go in his rescue having adventures on the way

_____

Some draws I will present little by little

Character settings (Snow Queen and Kay)

[simpofhans]

Queen Clara Bille Westergaard how I love you... she didn't deserved to be treated as a trophy wife and wallpaper in her own castle and be alcoholic and dead... she is the definition of "she deserves so much better" trope.

(ignoring this mfs because they don't deserve to be mentioned in tags and in the post like normal people ^^)

and the fact she looks like Anna... parallels between Friedrich and Clara + Hans and Anna break me (especially because Hans never wanted to be like him...........)

BUT LOOK AT HER SHE IS SO CUTE. LIKE SHE IS THAT TYPE OF MOTHER YOU COULD HUG WHEN YOU ARE UPSET AND SHE TAKES YOU TO THE KITCHEN TO BAKE TOGETHER TO UP YOUR MOOD.... SHE IS THE CUTEST. THE REAL MONARCH OF THE ISLES. SHE DESERVED BETTER.