#frozenfanfic

[oldendaysmedia]

One great Frozen fanfic I loved as a kid was "Wait, What?" by Fanfiction.net user RedApple435.

This story was about Elsa and Anna traveling back in time to when they were kids.

It was published on Jun 10, 2014, and last updated on Dec 24, 2014.

It only got 10 chapters far before the author abandoned it and never updated it again. It has been left unfinished.

This was such a great story, and it wasn't overly long either. It was short and to the point, and I really liked that.

The story seemed near the climax when the author abandoned it. Maybe they got bored of it or didn't think of an ending ahead of time and couldn't come up with one.

[elvenalba]

I’m still here.....

I've had this blog for so man years... I think nearly 5 and this is the first real post I've made since 2019 (only since then reblogged twice to keep my blog active) I miss the days where id be on tumblr for hours a day, suppose we all grow up.......

anyway, I'm back and I've started writing fanfics... well one is in the works and you already guessed it, its a Frozen fanfic. 

I’m unsure how long it will take but if anyone is interested let me know, feel free to ASK in my box anything about the story and even make some suggestions.

THANKSSSS ;)

[jimmi-arts]

OOHH, wanna know what exactly happened here? Check out @lelitachay ‘s Søsken on ao3 HERE. Thanks for the inspiration ‘chay!💞😭. I’m so happy how this turned out! ✨ I got to play with angles and some paneling stuff. As always, cheers!

[king-ofarendelle]

(I have decided to start posting my stories onto this page, since I want as many people to read them as possible. I highly recommend reading my previous stories before reading these to get more contextual background. My backstory for Agnarr and Iduna does not align with the backstory from the new book Dangerous Secrets. My backstory was written a year before the book was published. I hope you all enjoy them. I will be posting them sporadically over the next few weeks.) #agnarr #iduna #kingagnarr #queeniduna #agduna #princessanna #queenanna #frozenanna #frozenannaelsa #elsa #elsafrozen #queenelsa #frozenrp #disneyrp #frozenfanfiction #frozenstory #frozenfanfic #disneyfanfic #disneyfanfiction https://www.instagram.com/p/CKwqNgIlNi6/?igshid=th0zrcxp9aqh

[shealwaysdies]

Do Anna’s style hats have a name? They aren’t really bonnets, or are they? 

[hinari-okisawa]

Class Clown (El Payaso de la clase) - Capitulo 3: Acercamiento Inevitable (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/eDPluQCRRV Su sueño de enseñarle a jóvenes universitarios estaba iniciando, pero enseñarle a aquella chica problema dos veces por semana empezaba a ser demasiado para ella, para su corazón. Quiere ayudarla, aunque ella misma aun no solucione sus propios problemas. ¿Alguna de las dos podrá ser salvada? [Elsanna]

[dreadart]

Most epic commission ever from @ladyofthegeneral , who is AWESOME! This is Elsa and her husband Morokei- check out her fanfic drawings, they are rad! 🐉❄️🖤 #elsafanfic #frozenfanfic#frozenfanfiction #slashart #fanficart#fanfictionart #elsaisfabulous#snowqueen #gothaesthetic #gothart#gothartist #gothartwork #gothgirls#gothgirlsdoitbetter #gothicart#gothicartist #gothicartists #gothicarts#gothicillustration #gothillustration#romanticart #romanticillustration#dancingillustration #elsadancing#longredhair #dragonking https://www.instagram.com/p/BvKnketlZJB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=dboqhh1pgbmo

[shealwaysdies]

It’s a clown car okay!!

[fancygardenmusic]

I just read @ultranos​‘ “ghost on the wire”  and holy crap it is amazing. ah probs should not have been sketching with my exams coming up, but here are rime and arc!

[oldendaysmedia]

One Frozen fanfic I liked when I was younger was "Lost Snowflake," by AlphaGirl404. The story was about Elsa getting kidnapped as a child and Anna finding her and bringing her home.

The story was originally published July 5, 2017, and is still ongoing with the last update being on July 17, 2024.

I liked this story so much for a long time, but at some point, the author starting implementing Frozen 2 elements into the story, which I did not like. Aside from the music and animation, I didn't really like Frozen 2 much. I was disappointed when I found out it was turning into a Frozen 2 story.

I'm glad the story has not been abandoned, but at 7 years old, many people who read the story when it was originally posted will have moved on by now. I suspect the author wrote it as they went along and didn't come up with the ending first, hence why it would take so long.

Still, props to the author for writing a great story and sticking with it and not abandoning it.

[bigfrozenfan]

Frozen III plot / fanfic - part 3

I finally decided to write this fanfic completely by myself and finished part three today. Thanks to all who commented to the first two parts, for the support and that you convinced me to go on, especially big thanks to @the-spastic-fantastic and @fericita-s.

Now i also have a preliminary working title for it too, which is:

“The Secret of the Northuldra”.

It has become a bit longer than the previous two parts which you can find here: part one, part two, additional thoughts.

I had a beta-reader for the translation and writing style on the FrozenFanfic subreddit on reddit. Thanks to Athenagoddessofwar7 for your support!

I hope you like this next part of my fanfic. Part four is already in progress and hopefully i can post it next week.

Elsa opened her eyes. Whether it was the light coming in from above or the voices near her dwelling that had woken her, she did not know. She lay still and tried hard to understand individual words. She could distinguish three people, but they were too far away to get any sense out of the conversation. A short time later she heard the sound of hoofbeats, which was rapidly departing. After that it was quiet, nothing moved anymore.

Elsa looked around the simple wooden hut, which tapered towards the top and ended in a small opening covered from the outside. Except for her bed, a small fire pit in the middle and some laid out fur, the room seemed to be completely empty. Some metal hooks were attached to the wall near the entrance and except for a small bag hanging from one of them they were unused. It smelled odd and seemed to come from all these furs here.

She looked to the side and discovered a small woodstool with a bundle of clothes on it. Were they hers? She reached over, but immediately regretted the attempt and groaned in pain. Her arm hurt so much that she could hardly move it. She tried to support herself with her other arm and to straighten up a little. A pulling pain shot through her arm and upper body immediately and without warning and she could not suppress a scream. She cursed softly. What had happened to her? Why was she lying here? Who had brought her here and why did everything seem so strange to her. A thousand questions flashed through her mind.

She didn’t know the answer to that and tried to remember the before, or just something. But there was nothing. Nothing at all. Her head was as if swept empty and it somehow felt as if she had woken up in a body of someone else. She did not even know her own name! She drew her breath in sharply with shock, accompanied by an intense pain in the chest area. She cursed again.

Then suddenly fragments of memories flooded through her head, words of this strange woman who called herself Anna or something similar and who was with her last night. Or was it longer ago? What had she called her? Elsa? Was that her name? She tried desperately to remember, but she had trouble remembering all of it. This woman had told her many strange stories she didn’t know what to do with. She had talked incessantly, held her hand and stroked her hair. And she cried even as she sang a song to her softly. Apparently she knew her very well but Elsa just couldn’t remember anything else but her name. She absolutely had to talk to her. Elsa flipped the fur open with great effort and was shocked as she realized that she was completely naked!

At that moment she noticed a noise and the flap at the entrance was opened. Immediately she covered herself again and watched two women ducking inside. The first of them was holding a steaming little bowl in her hand while the second was balancing bothhanded a big wooden bowl in front of her, carrying some cloths over her arm. Elsa and them looked at each other. Then they came closer and while the second woman set her apparently heavy bowl down in relief, with some liquid spilling over the rim, the other woman finally spoke to Elsa.

“You’re already awake, that’s good. I brought you some hot soup, because you need some strengthening after all you’ve been through. When you regained consciousness for the first time last night and Queen Anna visited you, we heard afterwards that you apparently do not remember anything. How are you today?”

Elsa cleared her throat, “Every muscle in my body hurts and I have so many questions. For example what happened, where I am and who you are. I don’t even know, who I am myself-” She hesitated for a moment, then narrowed her eyebrows and finally added, slightly angry, while looking down at herself, “Besides, I’m completely naked!”

“We can’t explain everything, Elsa, but I promise we’ll tell you all we know in the next few days. My name is Myrtha, I’m the healer in our village and it was me who brought you here. This is Ikka, my assistant.” Myrtha pointed with her thumb behind her, “She will wash you later.” Ikka smiled shyly. “You must know that you’ve been lying here for three days, after we found you unconscious and completely naked on the beach. You are in the village of the Northuldra, the people of the sun.”

Elsa was confused, but Myrtha had just casually confirmed her name. She now also had a first pale idea of the events and wondered in amazement why a queen was visiting her. Was she herself so significant? More questions and she feared that this would continue for a while longer. But her mind was still working and she drew first conclusions from what had just been said. “So I’m not a Northuldra myself and this-” she nodded her head towards the bundle of clothes, “isn’t either my normal clothing?”

Myrtha raised an eyebrow in surprise. “That’s right. You’re from Arendelle and our-” she hesitated. Should she tell Elsa the truth already, or would this only confuse her more? “Well, let’s say you’re a good friend of the Northuldra. We’ll talk about everything else later. The soup is getting cold and you need something to eat urgently. In case you’re wondering what’s in it… it’s a mix of vegetables and black grouse meat. It will give you new strength.”

The two women helped Elsa to sit up a bit and stuffed her neck with more furs, which they pulled out from under the bed. Myrtha carefully spooned the soup into her mouth. It smelled tempting and tasted the same. Elsa slowly felt the spirits of life returning within her.

When Myrtha finally left a little later and only Ikka was left behind, Elsa called after her before she could close the flap behind her. “What’s in that bag over there?” The healer turned once more and took the object off the hook.

“This, Elsa, is from your own property. This is all you brought back from Arendelle.” She put the bag on the bed next to Elsa and opened it. Elsa looked inside and was astonished. “As far as I know, they are letters from your sister, Anna, Queen of Arendelle.”

Elsa’s mouth remained open as she gazed into Myrtha’s eyes in disbelief. That explained a lot.

***

When Myrtha was outside she saw Honeymaren standing not far from Elsa’s Kota and she looked at her questioningly. “I know what you want to ask me, but it’s better she has some rest now. She’s got a lot to process right now.”

“You told her?”

“Not all of it, but enough to get her started. Besides, she’s not well and she’s in pain.”

Honeymaren lowered her head sadly. “I see.”

Myrtha wanted to go on, but changed her mind and put a hand on her shoulder as she stood beside her. She looked at her forcefully as Honeymaren raised her gaze. “I know how much you like Elsa and how much you would like to provide assistance. But please don’t take it wrong. It’s only in her interest if we pressure her as little as possible in the present situation. You saw what this could lead to yesterday. Be a little patient.”

Honeymaren pressed her lips together and nodded slowly. Myrtha squeezed her shoulder encouragingly and then went on to look for Anna. The queen had to be informed of Elsa’s current condition.

Honeymaren looked over to the Kota once more and then turned around as well to do her duties. Between the Kotas in the forest there was already a lot of activity and the Northuldra started their daily work.

***

Anna, Kristoff and Olaf strolled leisurely among the trees at the edge of the Northuldra village. It was early in the morning but the sun of a beautiful late summer day was already warming the clearings and a lukewarm wind was blowing through the forest.

It was beautiful up here in the north at this time of the year Anna thought and if the reason for her visit hadn’t changed so drastically she would probably now take the walk with her sister and ask her why she didn’t show up in Arendelle so often anymore. It had not always been easy for Anna in the last months, now that she was the queen. But all in all everything went well and she was very happy with herself and the progress in Arendelle.

The citizens were satisfied, the trade relations remained good and almost every day a brisk traffic could be observed at the port. Ships were coming and going and one had the impression that nothing had changed at all. Except for a few Northuldra, who now brought the products of their reindeer breeding to Arendelle and slightly changed the street scene. She wished Elsa could see this now and how the new peace between her two peoples had developed in the meantime.

“Queen Anna!”

Anna turned around and saw a middle-aged woman coming towards her. She smiled at her.

“Good morning. I am Myrtha, the healer.” She bowed slightly and nodded at Kristoff and Olaf.

Anna was immediately alarmed and her questions gushed out of her. “Is something wrong with Elsa? How is she? Has she said anything or does she remember anything?”

“Don’t worry, it’s all right. I just went to check on her and brought her some hot soup. She is weakened and has severe muscle pain, but otherwise she is fine. We talked and I told her what happened and where she is, but her memory has still not come back. I will observe her for the next few days and if her condition does not improve, I do not recommend transport to Arendelle for the time being. I’ve heard you’re planning on it.”

Anna shook her head in amazement and asked, “She has muscle aches? From what? How can that be?” Kristoff was equally astonished and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Olaf stared at the healer with his mouth open.

Myrtha looked around in astonishment. “Didn’t Yelana tell you about her suspicions?”

Everyone shook their heads in confusion, and Kristoff said, “Last night she only told us the events as they happened, but not what she thinks about all this.”

Myrtha sighed, “She assumes Elsa was on her way back from Ahtohallan when the Spirits and probably Nokk as well suddenly disappeared and she had to swim through the Dark Sea because of it. All the way here without her magic powers. If she hadn’t shown this almost inhuman will and held out until the end, Elsa would have drowned for sure.

"But then why didn’t she swim back to Ahtohallan?” Kristoff asked.

Before Myrtha could reply, Anna already knew the answer and said quietly and with her head bowed, “Because Elsa had no other choice. Without her magic, she would have frozen to death in Ahtohallan.”

***

To be continued...

Remark: I did some research on Elsa’s muscle pain, because normally swimming is a very healthy sport. But with extreme swimmers over very long distances it can happen that they get a severe muscle ache, especially when the water is very cold. This can happen just by the violent trembling of the body. Since the action takes place in summer, the sea might not have been so extremely cold, at least not in some distance to Ahtohallan. However, Elsa could have swum at night and the temperature could have dropped again strongly.

[estrellaphantom]

I want more of this please. hahaha I love it!

Snippet from my wattpad fanfic - Scandal

The southern isles

The king of the southern isles paced erratically back and fourth in his study as depraved thoughts crossed his sadistic mind. His desperate approach at snuffing out the military might of Arendelle and the snow sorceress , the threat to his ever expanding empire- other than the British colonies which was his main opposition. He just to get the snow Queen out of the picture. His boots thump against the marble floors of his palace , a growing frown prevalent on his lips.

"What is her weakness?" He grunted with frustration as he clenched his fists , his pulse pounding in his ears and heat starting to rise in his cheeks out of rage.  If he could find her weakness and crush her spirit , she might kneel to his power , and then only the British will stand in his way. The king didn't trust her magic , he thought people like that , only had greed , callousness and wickedness in their hearts. His twin sons Rudi and Runo share a wicked smirk , as a certain red headed younger brother springs to mind.

"The father of her child, the vermin red head." Runo stipulates.  Lars' eyes widen at his brother's words , he went to interject , only to be silenced by Wolfgang. King Albert nods at their suggestion.

"Hans" The kings eyes widen as all the pieces of the puzzle fall together, his youngest child , the trouble maker of the family and the Queen's favourite son , is key to bringing the famed Snow Queen down to her knees. Her sister Anna would be a good target too , but he knew that would only further infuriate Arendelle and use as a martyr. Prince Hans would rightly be remanded into his custody , for crimes against the southern Isles , to which Elsa has no power over punishment overseas. Then and only then will they strike.

"I say that we kill him in front of her" King Albert muses aloud, his cold heart immune to the emotion that may come with it. He knew that such actions would break her , especially when he heard of her reaction to Hans being brutally stabbed defending her from weselton men in the naval battle several years prior. She had decimated most of the Weselton Navy in her moment of despair and would've caused an eternal winter worldwide , had Hans been unable to calm her.

"NO! We can't do this , Hans is our flesh and blood, we can't." Lars hisses with urgency , desperate to prevent innocent blood being spilt . Hans was one the few brothers that he actually had anything in common with and shared slight affection towards.

"Flesh and blood never stopped us before. It never stopped us from ordering two hundred lashes to his bare body, it never stopped us from beating him black and blue. It never stopped us from incrementing torture on your little brother , inhumane medieval methods also. Since when has flesh and blood ever stopped this kingdom?" The king hissed , the tone is his voice suddenly deepened with rage at the idea of his son and the weak notion of love , of family.

"And we should be disgusted with ourselves for it! A kingdom should not be made on the backs of slaves, innocents and war!" Lars expression darkens , with determination to right his many wrongs that he had inflicted on his youngest brother, he couldn't let this go on much longer. Crown Caleb chuckles at all the commotion , the scar faced man merely grins whilst ultimate satisfaction was being plotted - he would only be satisfied with the suffering of others , most of all , the man he hated the Most, prince Hans Westergaard, commander of arendelle's navy and the Queen of Arendelle's soon to be king.

“Did your failures teach you nothing? After the people began to rebel! Your kingdom is falling apart - we don’t have time to be starting wars and taking revenge on every enemy you make!” Lars growls in frustration.

"Father makes a good point , killing Hans will break the Queen of Arendelle. She would drown in her own inconsolable grief" A smirk grows on the sly crown prince's face , his scarred neck only further enhancing his ugly heart and cruel countenance. The frostbite scarring covered the sides of his face and down his neck , marring his appearance enough for his own wife and children to be afraid of him.

"Very well, send a missive to the kingdom , requesting that Hans stand trial for his crimes. The Queen will follow." He grins wickedly.

Lars swiftly attempts to leave , his chest heaving with rage, with helplessness , that he can’t do anything but standby and watch. That was unless If he warned the kingdom. His thoughts are cut short as his father grabs his arm roughly in a motion to stop the prince.

“Westergaards are Lions , not mice! I suggest you start acting like so.” He reiterates firmly , his green eyes staring down his sons in a battle of will. It takes all of his efforts not to hiss , or punch his father in the face, an intense silence passes between the pair. Albert does not loosen his grip.

“And what exactly are lions and Mice to you, father ?” Lars mocks his father bitterly , his eyes full with venom and anger. The academic one out of all of the brothers , had extensive knowledge in most fields. He knew that his father used this analogy in reference to cowardice, and laughed at such pompous and piteous towards oneself. Albert revered himself as a god , as this strong fearless king, when all he was really was a scared man with that of a blackened heart.

“Bravery , nobility for the lion and snivelling cowards with soft hearts for the mice” Albert tensed at his son , who dared to challenge him , to embarrass him amongst his other sons.

“I’d rather be a coward , than a murderer” He speaks coldly as his eyes dagger into the King’s soul , Albert was taken aback by the bite and rage in his son’s voice. The other brothers share an nervous glance , jaws tensing out of fear for how their father may react- Lars shakes his head at his father and brothers.

“Besides, I think you will find that you in fact , are the mouse. It is you that is afraid of the Snow Queen. You are the one who would kill, rather than to face the problem yourself. You cheat the system. You have always picked the easy option, father. That is a true coward.” Lars hissed.

He roughly tugs his thin arm out of his fathers vice like grip , storming out of the study. Leaving the lions in the lion den in awe; Caleb chuckled with pride for his younger brother. That he does indeed have ba..

His father soon wipes the smile off Calebs smug face as he brings a fist to collide with his eldest offspring .

[mighty-peacock]

Chapter 8 of Frigid Alliance has been posted! https://archiveofourown.org/works/27644981/chapters/73403670 Artist unknown . . . #frozenfanfic #frozenfanfiction #frozenfanfics #frozenfanfictions #frozenfandom #mortalkombatfanfiction #mortalkombatfanfic #mortalkombatfandom #elsaandsubzero #elsaandsubzerocrossover #elsaandsubzerofandom #frigidalliance #elvenprophecy #ao3 #deviantart https://www.instagram.com/p/CMAlYUwgEe6/?igshid=13k2wiv1bswpg

[three-links]

One shot based on the idea of what would happen if Anna agreed to talk to Elsa alone during the Coronation rather than get into the argument that triggered what ended up happening in the movie. This what if scenario has been bothering me for over a year, tbh. 

AO3

[shealwaysdies]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25519567

Hi ALL I have another chapter up on my ElsAnna story. I would love to hear what you guys think. It’s sort of taken a mind of it’s own these days xD 

This story follows our girl Anna. After her sister strikes her with her power the trolls take all the fun parts of her memories away too. She is left believing she is the Sole Heir to the Throne of Arendelle. Still a child, she hears a voice the night the Kingdom is bracing for a storm. Stuff ensues. 

[hinari-okisawa]

Class Clown (El Payaso de la clase) - Capitulo 1: Primer día. (on Wattpad)

 https://www.wattpad.com/692371306-class-clown-el-payaso-de-la-clase-capitulo-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading  

Su sueño de enseñarle a jóvenes universitarios estaba iniciando, pero enseñarle a aquella chica problema dos veces por semana empezaba a ser demasiado para ella, para su corazón. Quiere ayudarla, aunque ella misma aun no solucione sus propios problemas. ¿Alguna de las dos podrá ser salvada? [Elsanna]