#give elsa a wife

[vavialdavi]

First commission done! @sunsnowsword

If growing up catholic didn't make me hate chapel's benches, I think that drawing did the rest of the job

[ericmicael]

My thoughts on the possibility of a live action film directly adapting “Frozen 1″

I believe it will happen around the 20th anniversary of the first film (2033). If it happens before 2030 for me it's an exaggeration.

Songs that were only featured in the Broadway musical version (such as the song "Monster") must be included.

The inclusion of the character Lord Petterson who is a person who helps the monarchs of Arendelle in the administration of the kingdom. He appeared in the book "Conceal, Don’t Feel" and "Dangerous Secrets". Originally he was going to be a character from F1 that when Elsa ran away in the middle of the coronation he would be responsible for administering the kingdom alongside Anna. When Anna left leaving control of the kingdom in the hands of the asshole named Hans, Petterson would be his right hand man, and when the dumb prince also left the castle he would probably control Arendelle.

Mentions of Northuldras and the prejudice the tribe suffered. "Forest of Shadows" does this very well with small phrases spoken by the population, but now it should be more focused, implying that one of the reasons why Elsa does not reveal her powers is precisely the prejudice that Arendelle has with the tribe. I don't want to turn the beginning of F1 into the beginning of F2, but now we have the full plot not to add it would be a crime, although there was never a chance for a live action second film.

I never believed that an explanation of Kristoff's past was necessary, a quote that he lived since he was a child in the orphanage before meeting the trolls would be enough as well as songs for him. At most an easter egg hinting that he might be related to a survivor of the Northuldra tribe who wasn't trapped in the mist, but even that I think is a bit exaggerated since technically he's already a Sami.

Inclusion of the northuldra scarf even as an easter egg, brief mentions of Runeard, and the Wall of Mist. That last element to me is one of the weirdest things to fit into canon, it's really weird that Elsa never went there before F2 (if it happened I don't know the story). No need to expand on these topics, just mention them.

Further development for Iduna and Agnarr. The prologue doesn't need to go on too long, but it would be nice if they had some personality since in the original movie they hardly even speak mostly Iduna.

Hans' arc will be clearer. Include more moments of Hans having to control himself from acting impulsively. In "Frozen Heart" after his visit to Elsa in the cell, the man has to control himself not to kill the Snow Queen on impulse when he sees that saving her just to try to manipulate her was useless. I don't want it to spoil the plot twist that Hans is not a prince charming but a dumb sociopath (I love that nickname given to him by Jennifer Lee), but to give the feeling that the prince is a countdown bomb.

The final act will be less idiotic. I've known people trying to justify the final minutes, but to me they're weird to this day and the only justification I have is that it's a children's movie: Hans's last plan is to let Anna freeze to death in order to frame Elsa for the murder of the princess and thus sentence the queen to death, so that he, by killing Elsa, would be called a hero and crowned king for having previously married Anna (even although he has no documents or witnesses to this). Makes sense... I guess (would it be that much easier for him to continue to manipulate Anna? It would be, but Hans was never a model of intelligence). But let's make it less strange that no one went to check on Anna's body, or that Anna slowly turning into an ice statue ran at the speed of sound and was faster than a sword. There is some art and some official drawings that show an alternate universe where Kristoff faces Hans in a sword fight or just grabs the prince so he doesn't stab the sisters, maybe he could delay the prince by allowing Anna to get closer? It's an idea, but of course without abandoning the film's message.

More ethical diversity among the population of Arendelle. Perhaps even an appearance by Halima or mention of Hudson's Hearth. This also goes for casting, I never had any problem with the decision to cast black people to play Elsa, Anna or Kristoff, if the actor/actress makes me feel like I'm seeing the character that's good enough for me.

Confirmation of LGBTIA+ characters. In the books there is already a lesbian couple living in the kingdom, but it would be easier to make original NPCs or Oaken. And Elsa? The problem with addressing Elsa's sexual orientation at this point in her life is that canonically she only seemed interested in exploring her sexuality after "Frozen 2" (one of my favorite Jennifer Lee interviews). I would like her to be confirmed as a lesbian in the movie, but it should be through small details since her head at this point has a lot to worry about besides kissing women (she only released her thoughts after starting to live in the Enchanted Forest). But an interesting plot would be the Female Guard or Maid, it was an idea that I've seen addressed in fanfic where Elsa had a special approach with a new girl who doesn't know much about the rules of the castle and that's why she ends up fired, but before that she enters the heart of Anna's sister even if the romance is not completed. It's an idea.

PS: I've posted this before, but who doesn't remember the images I used of Anna and Elsa are from a commercial for the Glade brand.

[sniperct]

Chapters: 29/45 Fandom: Frozen (Disney Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elsa (Disney)/Original Female Character(s), Anna/Kristoff (Disney) Characters: Elsa (Disney), Anna (Disney), Original Female Character(s), Kristoff (Disney), Agnarr (Disney), Iduna (Disney), Hans (Disney), Sven (Disney: Frozen), Queen of the Southern Isles (Disney) Additional Tags: Retelling, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, What-If, Handmaidens, Trans Female Character, Lesbian Elsa (Disney), Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, royal affairs, Grief/Mourning, Hans is a Charming Asshole, Anna Gets High On Painkillers, Canonical Character Death, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, for now, Hand Touching, Sister-Sister Relationship, Friendship, Anna and Hans are a thing (briefly) Series: Part 1 of Céleste and Elsa

“We need to make the whole day about Elsa,” Anna said.

“Oui.”

“And Elsa Elsa, not Queen Elsa, if that makes sense.”

She smiled at Anna, “It makes perfect sense. She spends so much time being the Queen that we need to remind her that we love Elsa, not the Queen.”

“Exactly.” Anna pointed both of her forefingers at Céleste, “I was thinking starting with breakfast in bed. I’ve already made sure to cancel all her royal appointments, or reschedule them. A few that can’t wait, I’ll take on myself, I’ve been studying.”

“Very good. I believe I know which ones as I took a peek at her itinerary. Those are all in the morning?”

“Yep. So by the time you drag her out of bed,” Anna teased. “We’ll be set.”

[dipperscavern]

"i need to make cregan a father"

THIS 👫🤰👩‍🍼

cregan is so father. like he's got his shit together. he's a calm man. he's so damn loving. loves his sweet wife and loves his little pups :((

we need to talk abt father cregan as much as possible. unfortunately i need to hear every thought in your soul abt this

- 🔄❄️

REVERSE ELSA ANON MY LOVELY !!! the way you read my tags ur such a silly goose

okay buckle up i’m so ready let’s talk about it. cregan is so father material. he’s secure, loving, attentive, calm, and he has his shit together. he’s an authority figure who’s comfortable leading and is used to taking charge & making decisions. he would make such a good father.

like, i can see you not even planning to have kids soon, but then you meet cregan and it all changes. cause you truly have no worries. you’re safe, you’re secure, you have a husband who looks at you like you hung the moon & the stars themselves… a big warm castle (with a big warm husband), ladies in waiting, and masters at arms to train them when they come of age….. literally every resource you could ever want. and it’s all at your disposal.

and even more, you want to make him a father. want to give him a babe. and he wants it even more (hooray!!!!!)

he’s so attentive and doting throughout the pregnancy :(( patient with your mood swings, holding your hair back when you get sick, not eating food that you suddenly can’t stand to be around (the smell makes you shiver in disgust). he’s there for you when your body changes, there when you just don’t feel good/right, and he’s also there when you do. when you’re all smiles and resting a hand on your growing stomach as you stroll the godswood with him.

is there during the entire birth IDGAF!!!! FIGHT ME!!! COME CATCH FHIS FADE okay what the hell is wrong with me just ok

anyways, he’d fetch the maesters/midwives for you when your water breaks (or send someone else if u wanted him close). he’d be there as you labor, helping out where he could — even if it means letting you squeeze his hand so hard it turns purple (he’s not pulling away). i think he’d start out not in the birth room (as per tradition) but the MOMENT he hears you asking for him he’s coming. on his way before you can even finish your sentence. god help the poor soul that tries to keep him away from u

after the babe (or babes) (he refers to them as the pups) were born he’s not letting you lift a finger postpartum. gets up with you during the middle of the night when they cry. as they get older, carrying them around on his shoulders. teaching them to ride a horse, grooming them for rule, training them with a sword etc. sometimes they act out, but as soon as cregan leaves and lord stark enters the room they’re turning their brain on & straightening RIGHT UP

would stare at them all the time, and stare at you. would be in adoration of you, almost keeling over at the idea that you gave him that. you gave him life and beauty because you love him and you wanted to. he just thinks you guys are the prettiest things to walk this planet.

[pixiesfz]

we need a dad Jessie fic please 🫶🏼

I am a D.I.L.F

Dangerously In Love with Fleming

father to be j.f

plot: You and Jessie are preparing for your baby but Jessie is somehow picking up dad traits?

warnings: fluff, prime Chelsea team, little blurb

“It’s a girl”

The words were magic to your ears as you laid down on the chair, Jessie’s hand entertained with yours as she took a great look at the monitor.

You would love your baby if it was a boy or a girl but you secretly hoped it would be a girl, especially if you planned to have another kid, an older sister would be great for them.

The doctor excused herself from the room before Jessie lowered her body to hug you from behind “we’re having a baby girl” she hummed and you nodded “we’re having a baby girl”.

It was at your private home when you started decorating your daughter’s bedrooms that you noticed the signs of Jessie’s new persona.

“If anyone touches her before she’s eighteen” she grumbled, folding clothes “you touched me before I was eighteen” you smirked and the Canadian glared at you

“That’s different”

You laughed at her expression “what?” She asks “I’m just very impressed at your protectiveness over our unborn child”

The next time was when she came home from training late with target bags.

“Could you not have called to say you went shopping” you stated from the kitchen where you were cooking “sorry baby” Jessie quickly said before kissing your cheek, walking to the table before laying the bags down.

“But there was this sale on kids stuff and-“

“You went shopping for our child without me?”

Jessie’s eyes widened under her cap as she realised her small mistake “the sale was ending tonight, Pernille came as well of that helps”

You cocked your head over “that helps”.

“Okay so I got her some clothes and then I thought cause she’ll be my little princess I got her these”

You tried to ignore the horrendous Elsa dress, not bothering to tell her that Elsa was actually a queen and instead focused on her words “your little princess?”

Jessie ignored you “and then I got books aswelll, some for education and some for entertainment and then I also got little footy boots”

You stared at your wife “This baby will be waiting a couple of years before going on the field Jess” you told her sternly and she slowly nodded.

“I just got excited” she admitted and you smiled, walking towards her “I know, and I love it” you said, wrapping your arms around her “I love you”.

Then came the building of the crib, your belly had grown a lot more and Jessie refused to let you help in the build, claiming that she didn’t want any chance of harm.

“Jessie my father taught me how to use a drill” you told her from the door but she had her fists on her hips and crossed her head “no you’re not doing it” she said before grabbing the drill again.

“You’re so stubborn” you grumbled from you space “Give me twenty minutes, then I’ll start the pram”

You watched her for the next fourty minutes as she completed the crib, many YouTube videos and calls to her family helped her along the way.

But you smiled in awe at your proud girlfriend who stared at her creation, hands on her hips with her training gear still on, she was so excited to start making it as soon as she got home.

In all honesty early she reminded you of your own father and the pictures you had of him when waiting for your little siblings.

“Onto the pram” she said walking out of the room, only to see that you had already assembled it.

You had finally realised what part of the parenting trope Jessie had picked about a month before you were due when she kept checking her phone.

Jessie was not a social person, let alone a social media type person but she never told you what she was looking at.

Until she started using them on you.

them as in dad jokes…

“Hey babe, did you hear about that Actor who broke his leg, turns out he’s still in the cast”

You rolled your head back with a groan as you had heard the eighth joke that night “How many times have you told that one?” You ask, sitting down next to her.

“Erin and Adam loved it when I told it at training”

“Of course they did.”

Though throughout the traits that Jessie had picked up you still loved her more than anything in the world, you would even go out to say you learned to love her even more but you didn’t want to enlarge her ego any more.

Instead you cuddled up into her side “You’re going to be such a good mum” you told her and you felt her relax “yeah?” She asked and you nodded.

“I can’t wait.”

[shukraastro]

Vedic Astrology - Future Spouse Prediction: Appearance (+ Traits) part 2

In the previous post I gave examples for the physical attributes and influences of the planets and some Nakshatras. In this post I will give some more traits which I came to find out trough a mixture of research from other astrologers/websites and own my observations of charts I have analized and done readings on. So I will try my best to summarize them as much as I can. And again I can only highly recommend you to watch yt channels of various vedic astrologers. The information you will gather from them is gold. I might do a post next time where I give you links to all the vedic astrology channels on yt.

Btw, apologies if my post is lacking some structure, because I really don't know where to start cuz the results of all these combinations of planets+planets or planets+nakshatras are really a lot, so I sometimes get lost. So you might notice that I forget to mentions something and then might add them later on. So sorry for that. Now let's start🌟

Techniques: I have noticed that when it comes to the appearance, we're prominently influenced by our Moon Nakshatra, Ascendant Nakshatra and Atmakaraka Nakshatra. The traits and influences of these placements will be very visible in the appearance. Now when it comes to the spouses appearance we have to consider every spouse indicator placements first and not only in the D1 chart or only in D9 chart but in both of them. As discussed in the previous post, we have to look at the 7th house, the planets in the 7th house (especially the Nakshatra), where the 7th lord is placed at. Another thing I have observed is that the sign, nakshatra and planet influence will tell you about the physical traits and then counting the house placements in that will give you information about their personality traits, career, talents, hobbies, family, house and all that. (Planets in signs and houses can also give informations about the physical traits, but for that I will make another post because that is a totally different technique.) However, then we look at the Darakaraka planet in both charts in which Nakshatra it's placed in. I have also noticed that in the case of the appearance Venus and Jupiter placements can also give more insight into the appearance of the spouse. Venus about the wife and Jupiter about the husband, for that we have to consider the aspects, what planets are making aspects, especially conjunctions and mutual aspects (a mutual aspect is an opposition). Also another thing I came to realize is... now some people may disagree on this but I have seen this in quite some few charts... Look at the Nakshatra of your Atmakaraka planet in the D9 chart. I have seen that the spouse can majorly carry the traits of that Nakshatra, I still haven't figured out the reason behind that and it's frustrating me because I would really like to understand that. But it is something which I have seen (not always but) quite frequently in charts of married people, that they embody the traits from the Nakshatra in which their spouses Atmakaraka is placed in the D9 chart.

Planets + Nakshatra influence examples:

As I already mentioned the physical traits of the Moon, I want to explain to you guys how the Moon in some Nakshatras can give the opposite result, for example Moon in Chitra can give a very lean and tall appearance, I have seen this play out in charts of some individuals themselves or in the appearance of their spouse when Moon was the Darakaraka: Adriana Lima (Chitra Moon), Elsa Hosk (Chitra Moon), Justin Bieber (Chitra Moon Darakaraka) Hailey is very lean and tall. If Venus is in Chitra... then it really depends on the gender, because Chitra is half in Virgo half in Libra but the Nakshatra ruler is Mars. So here you have to apply some math and also understand the values of Venus deeply. In both signs Virgo and Libra a man will be athletic and slim, because of the Mars influence. But if we talk about women, Venus in Chitra loves to look voluptious and feminine and in Virgo Venus is debilitated. It will give a beauty with flaws and imperfections, because Venus will challenge the sign of Virgo, because Virgo is so obsessed with perfection. Venus won't give that in the Virgo sign, Venus wants Virgo to prove that they can truly love someone with all their imperfections. And as I mentioned in the previous post Chitra can give stretch marks somewhere on the body in women (Chitra is the female tiger). So Venus in Chitra will give curves, maybe a little bit of a full belly, just think about the painting of Aphrodite coming out of the sea shell, Aphrodite is always depicted to have a roundish belly. And in Virgo especially the imperfections will be more amplified, it can give the stretch marks, or scars in the face or imperfect teeth (now they may or may not want to perfect these physical flaws, that's another thing). For Darakaraka/7th lord/Venus or Jupiter in Rahu/Ketu ruled Nakshatras (Rahu: Ardra, Swati, Shatabhishak & Ketu: Ashwini, Magha, Mula) you need to look where Rahu or Ketu is placed in which Nakshatra, because Rahu and Ketu are not physical planets, they do not have a shape or form so in such a case DK/7th lord/Venus/Jupiter if placed in these Nakshatras, will draw traits from their dispositor. For example: Darakaraka is Moon in Mula, Moon traits will be present, Mula traits will be present. Ketu on its own doesn't carry many traits, it will give the exoticness and the unconventional traits, but mostly it will give traits from it's own Nakshatra placement. Let's say Ketu is placed in Purva Phalguni, then Pruva Phalguni traits will be present. And I have seen this strongly play out in the D1 chart. Every method plays out very differently, some are very accurate in the D1 but not in D9 and vise versa or some methods are accurate for both charts.

I should do a seperate post on planets in Nakshatras and their influences to share some observations. Because I can't just limit them only on the physical appearance. The influences go way beyond that. I hope I could give you a look from a different perspective. Like I said these are some of the results I have seen and have worked in my analysis when I looked at charts of family, friends and relatives as well as some celebrity charts.

Thanks for reading🌺

[spahhzy]

*knock knock*

Weiss opened the door to her home to see her sister standing before her.

Weiss: Hello Winter to what do I owe this pleasant surprise!

Winter walked into the home of her sister feeling a slight chill nip at her skin but didn't pay heed.

Winter: I just came to check in on you... you know with what has all happened...

Weiss: ...have you found out who did it yet?

Winter: No, Weiss, but I can assure you whoever stole their bodies will be handled with the highest accordance of the law.

Weiss gave a sniffle and hugged her sister tightly.

After a much lengthy talk, it was time for Winter to leave.

Winter: Do give a call to me sometime, dear sister, mother and brother ask about you a lot.

Weiss: Tell them not to worry so much, they have a company to run after all, no need to worry about me.

Winter: ...heh, it looks like he rubbed off on you after all.

Weiss: Hmm, I guess so.

Waving goodbye, Winter walked away, and a limousine awaited her, Weiss waved as her sister got into the limousine, closing the door her Winters limo vanished over the horizon.

*slam*

Dead blue eyes stared out the window before the curtains were drawn. Covering the whole room in darkness.

Weiss Schnee Arc breathed to herself as she walked calmly to a door marked 'Cellar' each corner of the door, having bits of frost on them as she opened it and blast of cold hit her face as the sight that greeted her was a staircase and darkness.

Pulling out a small piece of crystallized fire dust, she descended the stairs case.

-

'So where should we go for our honeymoon Mrs. Schnee-Arc'

'Jaune... you're going to be a father!'

'IM GOING TO BE a DAD!'

'BRING ME MORE OF THOSE DELICIOUS PANCAKES!

'Right away, sweet heart!'

'ARGHHHH JAUNE SCHNEE ARC IM GOING TO MURDER YOU!

'Look Weiss...look at what you brought forth to world'

'Elsa...our little Elsa...mommy loves you'

'Momma Poppa, look!'

'Very good, sweetie! Weiss look! it's you and me!'

'Such a good artist she is, aren't you, my little Elsa'

'I'm gonna paint mommy a winter wonderland!

'First day of school! Oh, I'm such a proud father!'

'Stop being so dramatic beloved, you must set a good example for our daughter classmates!'

'Momma Poppa, look, I got an A!'

'Momma and Daddy are so proud of you!'

'Hunny, I'm off to pick up little Elsa'

'Be safe! Storm is bad outside! Love you!

'Love you too!'

'The number you have dialed is not available-please leave a message after the beep'

' Ma'am I regret to inform you that due to the low visibility from the weather a pickup, tboned a car...they were pronounced dead at the scene Miss Schnee we need you to identify the bodies'

'Weiss...are you sure you want to transfer over the company to me and your brother?'

'In breaking news story...the deceased bodies of Jaune Schnee Arc and Elsa Schnee Arc were dug up and stolen from their graves...this comes two weeks after a fatal accident killed the father and daughter, the wife and mother refused to comment'

-

Feeling the temperature drop rapidly as she descended the stairs, Weiss finally came to a lone door in the darkness. Ice covering the whole door as she reaches out and grabs hold of the handle. The touch stinging a bit from the extreme cold, but it didn't bother her... not much did anymore.

With a slight grunt, she pushed open the door.

Their frozen in two chunks of ice were the dead bodies of her husband and daughter.

Weiss: I'm sorry I kept you two waiting... Winter had stopped by she seemed very well!

Only silence came from the two frozen statues.

Weiss: What about the company? I could care less for the company... when all I care for is right here in this room!

She walked to the two frozen corpses and before embracing them.

Weiss: Soon my dears...very soon we can be together forever.

[the-fiction-witch]

Do not ever forget to love her P2

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Oscar Tully Couple - Oscar X Reader Reader - Y/n Rivers (Riverrun Maid) Rating - 15 (Sad AF death) Word Count - 1655

Oscar's eyes shot open, his attention snapping back to his Grandsire. At the sound of his voice, he tensed, hope and disbelief warring for dominance in his expression. He moved forward, his hand still intertwined with Y/n’s, as he leaned closer to the bed. "Grandsire?" he whispered the word barely a breath.

"Sweet... kind... Elsa..." Lord Grover grumbles,

Oscar's heart stuttered in his chest at the sound of his Grandsire's words. He swallowed hard, his free hand coming to rest on the edge of the bed. "Grandsire, it's me," he repeated softly. "It's Oscar. we’re in Riverrun, remember?"

"Sweet Elsa... always so kind..." lord Grover raised his hand but not towards Oscar, towards y/n,

Oscar followed his Grandsire's movement, his eyes widening as the man's frail hand trembled towards her. His mind reeled with confusion, not understanding what was happening. He looked towards her, his gaze a mix of bewilderment and hope. "He's... he's looking at you," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.

Y/n was just as confused but she moved closer,

Softly Lord Grover took her hand in his, "Sweet kind Elsa... you take ever such care of my foolish boy..."

Oscar's breath caught in his throat, his eyes locked on the sight of her taking his Grandsire's hand in hers. The words that spewed from the old lord's mouth sounded like a fever dream, like a hallucination born of pain and milk of the poppy. He didn't understand, could hardly believe what was happening. And yet, as he watched the scene unfold before him, an unnameable emotion welled up inside him, a strange and unfamiliar mix of hope and fear.

"Sweet Elsa... where would you be without her Elmo," Lord Grover muttered with a smile patting Oscar’s shoulder, "Such... kindness," Lord Grover mumbled, his grip surprisingly tight around her hand. "you must promise me... promise to bring the boys… Oscar and Kermit to see me, the moment they are born. Make this promise Elsa."

And suddenly it all became rather clear to Oscar,

Time seemed to slow down as the realisation hit Oscar like a wave. All the pieces clicked into place, Elmo was Oscar’s father. Oscar didn’t have many memories of him as he died as a young man when Oscar was still a child. Elsa was Elmo’s wife and Oscar’s mother. He had never met her as she had died giving birth to Oscar and his brother Kermit. Neither Elsa nor Kermit survived the birth.

His heart hammered against his rib cage, his breath caught in his throat as he grappled with the implications. He looked at her, his eyes wide, a thousand questions burning behind his gaze. In his milk of the poppy days from death delusions, he thought Oscar was his father and Y/n oscar’s mother.

But before he could speak, before he could find the words, Oscar's heart felt like it was in a vice grip. The words from his Grandsire's lips echoed in his mind, the weight of the request sinking into his bones. He looked at her, his eyes pleading, silently imploring her to answer, to agree to the promise. His jaw was clenched tight, his knuckles white as he held onto the bed's edge, waiting for her response.

"I- I- Of course, My lord," Y/n nodded,

Lord Grover chuckled "That... brings me a sweet peace, and tell my foolish son. to get to work. Once those sweet boys are born house tully needs many more strong boys."

Oscar's breath caught in his throat at his Grandsire's words. It was a command, a plea, and a reassurance all at once. He swallowed hard, his mind racing. So many thoughts, so many questions, swirling through his head like a tempest. But one thing cut through the turmoil the realization that his Grandsire was entrusting him with a heavy responsibility, both as a member of House Tully and as the next in line for the lordship. As he struggled to find his voice, he felt her hand gently squeeze his. It was a silent reassurance, a calming presence in the midst of the whirlwind of emotions. Finally, he managed to find his voice, soft and rough. "I... I promise, Grandsire," he whispered, his gaze never leaving the frail figure on the bed. "I'll do everything in my power to continue her legacy and honor our house."

Lord Grover let a smile slip, he squeezed y/n's hand, and then Oscars. And then brought their hands together so Oscar and y/n held a sweet touch "My angels, our future, be kind and be strong... be better than me."

Oscar's breath hitched as his hand came into contact with y/n’s, his fingers intertwining with hers automatically. The sight of his Grandsire bringing their hands together, the feeling of her skin against his own... it was almost too much for him to bear.

A mixture of emotions - grief, pride, and determination - coursed through him, leaving him feeling raw and exposed. But he tightened his grip on her hand, holding onto her like a lifeline in a storm-tossed sea.

"And promise me one thing, my boy."

Oscar's throat felt tight, his heart in his chest as he prepared for his Grandsire's next words. He nodded, silently vowing to fulfill whatever request his beloved elder would make. "Anything, Grandsire," he replied, his voice hoarse and filled with a mixture of reverence and trepidation.

"... do not make my mistake," Lord Grover said "Do not ever forget to love her."

Oscar's heart skipped a beat at his Grandsire's words. Love. It was a simple word, one spoken casually in countless conversations. Yet, in that moment, it felt like a commandment,

He felt her hand trembling slightly in his own, a quiet confirmation of the words spoken by his Grandsire. Slowly, almost reverently, he lifted his gaze to meet y/n, his eyes filled with unsaid promises and an overflowing well of emotion. "I could never," he murmured fiercely, his voice cracking with raw sincerity. "I could never forget to love her, I... I..." He didn't finish the sentence, the words lodged in his throat, choked by the intensity of what he was feeling. Instead, he simply squeezed her hand tighter, his grip a silent vow of loyalty and devotion.

"Good boy...." Lord Grover chuckled "Now... leave me, Lana has come for me" Lord Grover took his hands away resting them on the bed, and as if someone snuffed out a candle... he was gone.

Oscar could only watch as his Grandsire's eyes flickered closed, His mind was a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions, each one warring with the next. He felt y/n’s hand in his, but it was as if he was watching himself from a distance, disconnected from his body. He swallowed, the lump in his throat so tight he could barely manage. He stared at his Grandsire's body, the stillness of the old lord a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions in his own heart.

"I- I'm so sorry Oscar," Y/n cooed squeezing his hand tightly and fighting back her own tears

Oscar's vision blurred, tears threatening to spill over at any moment. He squeezed her hand back tightly, almost painfully, as if trying to anchor himself to something solid in a world that felt like it was unravelling around him. "I... I just…" He trailed off, his voice cracking. He swallowed heavily, trying to steady himself, but the weight of grief was heavy upon his shoulders. "I don't know what to do," he finally managed to croak out, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt like a lost child, seeking comfort from the only person who could offer it. He turned towards her, his eyes redden and weary, his heart pounding furiously in his chest.

"As he asked of you, My Lord." she sniffled, "He died with a smile on his face, and hope in his heart, few in this world have either let alone both. Hold him in your heart and he will never truly be gone"

Oscar nodded, the words sinking in slowly. He knew she was right. His Grandsire had not only died in peace, but he died knowing that he had done his duty to House Tully. And that... that was a comfort. He took a shaky breath, his grip on her hand relaxing slightly. He allowed himself a moment longer to grieve, to mourn the loss before he spoke again. "I'll...I'll try," he said softly, his voice steadier than before, "I'll honour his memory,"

"As will I," she nodded

Oscar took a deep, shuddering breath, his eyes finally leaving the still form on the bed. He drew strength from her words, finding comfort in the knowledge that she was there, beside him, as a rock in the storm of emotions he was navigating. He turned towards her, his gaze locking with hers, and gave her a small, grateful smile. "I... I don't know what I would do without you," he admitted quietly, the truth of that statement etched in every contour of his face.

"its no trouble, I am here and I will be here as long as you want me to," she cooed "Do you want to go? or stay a while longer?"

Oscar contemplated her question for a long moment. A part of him wanted to stay, to spend a few more minutes in quiet contemplation with his Grandsire. But another part, a part that longed for solace and comfort, beckoned him to leave, to find refuge in a different, less painful place. "I..." he began, his voice shaky, "I think I'd like to go, if that's alright."

she nodded and silently guided him to the door letting him go at his own pace

Oscar followed her lead, his steps slow and heavy. He continued to grip her hand tightly, as if holding onto her was the only thing keeping him grounded in reality. They reached the doorway, and he paused for a moment, looking back at the room, his Grandsire's body a sad and solitary figure. Then, he turned away, his gaze fixed on the hallway ahead.

[riverssongs13]

First, let's just get this out of the way for I'm still seething about the storytelling mess that was Familiar By Thy Side (and parts of Darkest Hour). I want to appreciate the fact that this masterpiece of an episode is more than 10 minutes shorter than the previous one, which had so many unnecessary parts; this half hour of an emotional roller coaster ride has done so much more to progress the ENTIRE show's plot. We finally pieced the puzzle of Lilia's kookiness and her "jumps". We got so much more Teen lore from this than the Teen episode itself. We now have resolution to all the (previous) trials, Alice's… state, Rio's real identity, Jen's importance… We even dealt with the damned Salem Seven as a bonus. So many things happened but it was not overwhelming at all. If this were a suit I'd say it's bespoke indeed.

Now, what I truly loved about this episode is how it was able to paint a non-linear narrative with so much finesse, with each twist and turn taking us to different parts of a single timeline, without making it nauseating, all while pulling the threads to secure the stitches in place and make sure the seams are tight without it puckering. Like embroidery that adds patterns on different areas, we finally sew it all up to see the final tapestry.

The whole fandom has definitely theorised all about how Lilia's weird "inserts" are connected, each episode giving us more pieces to make sense of. But of course it feels infinitely better seeing it ourselves, and how they make up a whole linear timeline in Lilia's mind-POV, while Agatha and the gang are left confused with the breadcrumbs of phrases left for them at different intervals. I absolutely loved how this time discrepancy was used. No more boring-ass unnecessary flashbacks filled with drivel. This time, the past is completely enmeshed with the present, and is used to decide on what's needed to be done to get the desirable future outcome.

This "time is non-linear, it exists simultaneously at all points" phenomenon has certainly been used in countless other media (Fringe and its Observers come to mind), but I love how actively Lilia used it. Her being in that tea-leaf reading lesson held so much significance to her as a Trial Subject, as a Coven Member, and as an Individual Witch. Her time in the gazebo reminds me of The Time Traveller's Wife; existing in all the times, getting sent and pulled back and sent again.

That gazebo was both her prison and her escape. Being stuck in that place made her think her life is a rigid series of unfortunate events, and she can't do anything but be helpless in the face of tragedies that befall everyone she ever cares about. Having had the power to see the future yet be unable to prevent her original coven's death perpetuated her self-depreciation, thus she spent 450-ish years giving in to the usual witchy tropes and misconceptions (the palm reading and tarot tents and the minor scams here and there, but a girl's got bills, ya know), even if it hurts her in the process.

So then, prison AND escape, right? Being tethered to that specific point in time, with her mentor guiding her path to self-rediscovery, was crucial to Lilia's ability to escape her shackles, because she needed to realise she put the shackles on herself. Having a powerful but dangerous gift and being actively afraid of it is quite the self-fulfilling prophecy of doom. You're scared so you stop using it altogether but then you can't control it so all that suppression does more harm than good (looking at you, Charles. What you did to Jean was cowardice. Also, hello? Elsa??). Lilia exclaiming "I was bad at tea leaves" at her literal first day of training might just have been the reason why she spent her life believing she's bad at it. She planted the very idea in her brain (Inception? lol).

This whole forward and back travel from the Road to the Gazebo is instrumental to Lilia coming to terms with the idea that time for her does not move in a straight line. Her confession to Jen, paired with her mentor's wise words, makes her admit that she does, in fact, have a problem. First step to recovery and all that. This then leads to her unravelling the next layer of her issues, which is death to all she holds dear. Granted, she has seen so much death within her lifetime. 450 years of life would do that to you. Something she cannot possibly control.

But that's the thing, isn't it? She was never supposed to control anything. Her job as a Trial Subject, a Coven Member, and an Individual Witch is to SEE. See the trial with the eyes of 450 years simultaneously happening, the heart of someone who wants to protect her coven, and the power of a witch who can walk through the threads of time's tapestry. Once she sees that, and once she accepts that Death is not a Bad Thing, and once she lets go of control, the pieces started to fall into place.

Which then makes her SEE that she's the Traveller. This tarot reading is about her, and she has been sprinkling the answers throughout her timeline, waiting to be plucked by the Awakened Calderu of Now. Give credence to who she is, and her power that Must Not Be Feared. Recognition that she needs her Coven in order to succeed. Acceptance for what she has lost along the way. Welcoming the path ahead no matter where it leads her. Embracing heartbreak, sorrow, and grief. Undertaking miraculous transformation. And finally, the beginning of the end, the end of the beginning.

How fitting is it that we see the start and realise it was actually the end? The fall, initially thought as something dangerous, was in fact just part of the journey. Death, once feared, now embraced like an old friend. Something that perpetuates the cycle. The past, shrouded in darkness, now illuminating the path ahead.

So now we see, she wasn't actually falling. If you ask me, she was flying. Flying to that gazebo in a garden somewhere in Sicily, 450 years ago, about to start her very first lesson in reading tea leaves. Her mentor saying, "Let us begin", and her ultimately saying, "I loved being a witch".

[la-femme-au-collier-vert]

IWTV Season 2 Sources & References

(The 1st 4 were cited by the Writer’s Room)

The Ethnic Avante-Garde: Minority Cultures and World Revolution by Steven S. Lee

Paris Journal 1944-1955 by Janet Flanner (Genet)

The Vampire: A Casebook by Alan Dundes

Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles: An Alphabettery

The Fly cited by Jacob Anderson

King Lear by Shakespeare cited by Rolin Jones

Melmoth the Wanderer by Charles Maturin

Sebastien Melmoth by Oscar Wilde

Amadeus (1984)

The Lost Boys (1987)

Gaslight (1944)

Batman

Casablanca (1942)

Now, Voyager (1942)

The Third Man (1949) cited by Levan Akin

An American in Paris by George Gershwin (1928) cited by Daniel Hart

Moulin Rouge (2001)

The Phantom of the Opera

Les Vampires (1915)

Dracula (1931) credit to @vampchronicles_ on twt

Le Triomphe de L’amour by Pierre de Marivaux

Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin cited by Jacob Anderson

Existentialism is a Humanism by Jean Paul Sartre

Les Liaisons Dangereuses by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos

Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie

Hamlet by William Shakespeare

Vampire’s Kiss (1988) credit to @talesfromthecrypts

Les Morts ont tous le Meme Peau by Boris Vian credit to @greedandenby

The Most Dangerous Game by Richard Connell

Waiting for Godot by Samuel Barclay Beckett credit to @rorscachisgay on twt

An Enemy of the People by Ibsen

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

Vie de Voltaire by Marquis Condorcet

Simone de Beauvoir: A Critical Introduction by Edward Fullbrook and Kate Fullbrook credit to @iwtvfanevents

Nightwood by Djuna Barnes credit to @iwtvfanevents

Beloved by Toni Morrison

Artists and Salons Referenced:

R-26

Palma Vecchio

Andre Fougeron

Elsa Triollet

Fred Stein

Lisette Model

Gordon Parks

Miguel Barcelo

Taxidermied Javelina by Chris Roberts-Antieau

Ai WeiWei (wallpaper)

David Hockney (Lemons)

Wols 

The Kiss of Judas by Jakob Smits

Salome by Louis Icart

Ophelia by John Everett Millais

Shelter by Peter Macon

The Kiss by Edvard Munch

The Vampire or Love and Pain by Edvard Munch credit @iwtvasart

Ruiter on Horse by Reiger Stolk credit @ iwtvasart

Portrait of Frank Burty Haviland by Modigliani credit @iwtvasart

Self-Seers II (Death and Man) by Egon Schiele credit to @90sgreggaraki

The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters by Goya

Movie & Play Posters on set (in chronological order by year):

Tarzan and his Mate (1934)

Avec le Sourire (1936)

Les Deux Gosses (1936)

Le Jour Se Leve (1939) about a man who commits murder as a result of a love triangle and locks himself in his apartment recounting the details as the police attempt to arrest him. Credit to @laisofhyccara

Nuit de Décembre (1940)

Mademoiselle Swing (1942) about a girl who follows a troupe of swing musicians to Paris.

Les Enfents du Paradis (1945) about a woman with many suitors including an actor and an aristocrat.

Fantomas (1946) about a sadistic criminal mastermind. This version includes a hideout in the catacombs where he traps people.

Quai des Orfevres (1947) watch here

Monsieur Vincent (1947)

Le Cafe du Cadran (1947) about a wife’s affair with a violinist.

La Kermesse Rouge (1947) film about a jealous artist who locks up his younger wife and a fire breaks out while she’s trapped.

Morts Sans Sepulture by Jean-Paul Sartre (play) also published in English translations as “The Victors” or “Men Without Shadows” about resistance fighters captured by Vichy soldiers struggling not to give up information.

Mon Faust by Paul Valery (play)

Musical Influences:: @greedandenby collected all music used in Season 2 here.

Henry Cowell

Meredith Monk

Howling’ Wolf

Shirley Temple

Jason Lindner Big Band

The Teeth

Carlos Salzedo

Alice Coltrane

Thelonius Monk

David Lang

Caroline Shaw

Gadfly by Shostakovich (for Raglan James)

musical career of Martha Argerich

Season 1 here (these lists are updated regularly)

Season 3 here

[sadhornydemons]

Rapid-Spoiler-Season-Speculation: Mastermind/Sinmas

Mastermind:

After a bout of angst filled episodes, I'm theorizing that this one might be the nice change of pace: fun, filler episode/calm before the storm.

Not to mention, a nice mixup of two villain groups.

The Cherubs mention they are waiting for I.M.P. to return to Earth, but the D.H.O.R.K.S. seem to have a portal to get to them faster?

Robot? Robot with a skull chest emblem? Well, if they already have a Loona Fursuit, I guess they could just be into making freaky shit now. Could they send it through the portal? In which case,

There's a massive battle going on in the Lust ring.

Blitz is missing from these scenes until this one where he appears to be at the Pride ring.

Where the crystal portal is finally shown, see previous example:

D.H.O.R.K.S. appear defeated (but still alive? Well, it's not like IMP kills humans for a living..oh, wait) and Blitz is grabbing the card off their desk.

End of screen captures/speculation for this one, but I feel like events have to be running gradually in the background of the last few episodes for the doo doo to really hit the fan in the last:

Sinmas:

First, let's talk voice actors. Harvey Guillén came in fairly recently, but has been confirmed to voice Vassago. Now, they can always work around voice work to be added later, but I'm really leaning towards his character not appearing until this last episode.

Jason LaShea voices Andrealphus, assuming this shot is from the finale:

I think it's likely that Andrealphus, being a minor character, only appears in one or two episodes. With that in mind, let's assume the following scenes, which share the same background images, also take place in Sinmas:

We see at least one Sin, confirmed members of the Ars Goetia, and several sporting crowns. Aka the higher ups & royalty of Hell. And Stolas is missing. Oh, but Andrealphus states he will summon him.

(Off topic, but does anyone in hell know/care that Stolas's ex wife tried to have him killed? Paparazzi mobbed his hospital when he was hurt, but no one followed up on that news story?)

Likely the same scene, "You are a disgrace." Unknown character states. Whom? Ozzie? Stolas? The demon who took the last blueberry muffin from the snack table?

"Where is Stolas, anyway?" Well, this is the only image of him that appears to be from the finale:

1) Is that a blessed weapon sword?) 2) Is that a Gabriella hair stripe or an 'I was frozen today!' Anna-inspired white stripe?)

Which matches up with this:

And either Stolas left the refrigerator open for 4 solid episodes resulting in his mansion freezing over or his in-laws are relatives of Elsa's and favor home renovations.

Okay, buckle up sluts, MASSIVE SPECULATION TIME:

What would cause Stolas to move out?

Or rather, what would force Stolas to move out?

Andrealphus wants his money and property, Stella just wants him dead, but she has to follow her brother's wishes. Andrealphus tells her, "I say we bid our time. And wait for the chance to gain the upper hand."

And they might had had it all along.

You know, I wanted to say that Blitz fully and unprompted, spelled out, in detailed terms, how he was using Stolas's item to gain access to the mortal world immediately upon meeting Striker, but in watching it again:

Striker seemed to already know? So, either, Stella knew and told him or he did his research (if the IMP commercial from the pilot is still canon, they basically broadcasted it). But Blitz does go a step further and literally job interviews the guy, likely giving him even more info in the process.

Stolas even states, more than once, that they're not suppose to be using the book and that it's 'less than legal' even in hell.

So far, Stella has only been attacking Stolas. Striker knows Octavia is Stolas's main weakness, but hearing all the 'Blitzy' mentions during torturing, maybe he'll relay that there's another way they can exploit him. After all, Stella just thinks of him as any interchangeable Imp.

Stolas stated before that he would not leave Octavia, so maybe this was the reason he returns to the palace? But not soon enough, considering...*

The voice over does not match the scene, but it is as follows:

"You never loved mother and you don't love me, you love HIM!"*

Back to the image, is Via a fast learner or does she have the Grimoire? During the Loo Loo Land flashback, Stolas, having studied the book for a decade at that point, still needed it to travel to other planets.

And IMP seemed to be using the crystal in the last episode..

And if that's not complicated enough, let's get back to the Hell High Council meeting,

It sounds like they're discussing Stolas, before Vassago asks, "Where is Stolas, anyway?" Before demanding that they summon him, "at once!" Fortunately, this parrot's suppose to be a good guy, since unfortunately it seems like Stolas is in real more trouble.

Is it the illegal spellbook loaning? The (still alive?) D.H.O.R.K.S. having him on film? Satan help him if someone also managed to record him twerking on stage at the Verosika Mayday show.

We'll have to wait and see, but Stolas appears to return to the mansion with Blitz afterwards.

< / End MASSIVE SPECULATION >

Well, that's what I came up with. We've got 6 more months to go, and as the episodes do FINALLY get aired things might become more clear.

[beetlewine-art]

Okay, i've been thinking a lot about "The Bride of Frankenstein" as a character in the original novel, and something i see people mentioning a lot is that Victor could have just made the Bride sterile if he was so afraid of the two monsters reproducing. But i have to say, even if he did finished the Bride, let's call her Elsa to make things easier, and sterilized her by not giving her an uterus, things would still end badly, for him, the Monster and the Bride.

Let's ignore the big posibility of Elsa not liking her intended husband, The monster/Adam. Because one of the reasons why Víctor decided not to finish Elsa was because he realised that just because he made Adam a bride, it didn't mean that she will like him.

But let's say that the two creatures get alone great and fall in love with eachother, that Elsa is happy with being Adam's wife, so Adam keeps his promise and leaves Victor and Elizabeth alone, runing away with Elsa.

There is a big posibility of them eventualy wanting a child of their own. Adam's (very limited) knowledge of women comes from the Bible, he knows that the union between a man and a woman usually leads to them having a baby, and i don't think he would be oposed to having children. Since he asked Víctor to make him a Bride so he wouldn't be alone anymore, he might see kids as something that naturaly comes with having a wife.

Now, Adam could bring this up to Elsa and 2 things could happend:

1) Elsa wouldn't be on board, she could love Adam very much but still not want kids for whatever reason and this could make Adam angry/disapointed. They could still be toguether or they split, and if the second happends, then Víctor's fears of having two lonely monsters to deal with comes true. This might even lead to a Lilith/Eve situation where Adam looks for Victor again and demands another bride, one that is willing to have kids with him.

2) She could totally like the idea of having a kid with Adam and becoming a mother, Adam is happy and both of them are exited. But after a while, they are still childless and decide to look for Victor again. Now, Víctor could either tell the truth saying that he chose to make Elsa unable to have kids or he could lie and say that for whatever reason, they couldn't have kids.

Imagine how angry and heartbroken Elsa would be after hearing that the choice of having a child was striped away from her, just because her creator didn't like the idea of having more creatures around. Her and Adam might demand that Víctor "fix this" by making them a kid or could take revenge on Víctor by killing Elizabeth like in the original novel. Even if Víctor lied about why they can't have kids, nothing is stoping the couple from demanding that he makes them a kid or two. How many kids would they want? 2? 4? 6? How many kids would Víctor have to make for them?.

I think my point is clear right? Removing the Bride's ability to have kids doesn't remove the posibility of things not working out for her and the creature, even if they end up liking eachother and chose not to have kids regardless if they can or can't have them. They will still be outcasts and will be seen as monsters by society, life will still be dificult even if they have eachother and nothing guarantes that their relationship will last.

Victor might not have considered all this scenarios but what he did consider was enough to make him realise two things: The Bride will have a mind of her own, she'll have agency just like The Creature, and there is no actual guarante that she will want to be the Eve to his Adam. And he would be making the same mistake twice, playing God and bringing life to something that shouldn't be alive in the first place, a creature that will most likely be miserable because it doesn't fit in society.

There is a reason why the movie "Bride of Frankenstein" ends the way that it does.

[ericmicael]

And "Frozen 1" completed 9 years of its release, but I've been a fan of the franchise for only 6.

When I first saw "Frozen" it wasn't a movie that piqued my interest. A princess story where sisterly love is the solution and prince charming is secretly an asshole, okay. But then came 2016 and I met #GiveElsaAGirlfriend.

2016 was the year I really started to question my sexual orientation. And when a young introvert with a small social circle begins to question his own life, what does he do? Look for movies about the subject trying to see its problems represented and understand it better from another point of view.

I already knew the franchise, but I was never interested in watching the movie. But when I started to question my sexual orientation and discovered #GiveElsaAGirlfriend I decided to give it a go. Everyone can have their own opinion about Elsa's arc and "Let it Go", but every time I watch the movie again and hear this song I cry with emotion and it made me fall in love with the franchise by feeling represented in Elsa.

"Frozen 1" was one of the biggest reasons that made me accept my sexual orientation and discover that this #GiveElsaAGirlfriend theory was not something random and even today there is LGBTQIA+ representation in the franchise although Elsa herself has not gotten a girlfriend, but maybe she is close to having a wife.

Anyway, congrats Frozen. I hope you continue to resonate in the hearts of many, whether they are LGBTQIA+ or not.

[king-vortigern-pendragon]

Elsa climbed into her bed. Or rather what had been her bed earlier in the day before her husband killed her.

With any luck seeing her would give him a heart attack.

She glares at the door as it opened. Her arms crossed over her chest.

“God save the King.” She sasses, sarcasm dripping off her lips.

@back-with-a-vengance

How had he been so careless, he had not only managed to let his stupid nephew get away but also had lost the sword all in the same night not to mention his wife...his wife that was...

He froze against the door he had closed behind him closing his still glowing orange eyes only for them to instantly change back to the normal green they were at the all to familiar voice.

His blood instantly ran cold as he slowly turned toward the bed. "E-Elsa?" He stuttered in shock nearly loosing his balance in fear.

[onbearfeet]

WIP Wednesday: Bloodstone, LLC

In this excerpt from an upcoming WBN story, Elsa explains the facts of supernatural life to her new clients, Laurel and Solange. After she's made them sign NDAs, of course. (BTW, Laurel is Elsa's ex-gf and Solange is Laurel's wife.)

*

On to business, she decided, before she embarrassed herself. She held out the envelope to Laurel. “I’ll need the both of you to sign these before we begin.”

Laurel dropped Solange’s hand to take the package. “What’s this?”

“Non-disclosure agreements,” Elsa said, keeping her tone carefully level. “Just routine, you understand.”

“Routine for who?” Solange asked, arching a perfect eyebrow.

“Me,” Elsa replied. “My team’s safety is my responsibility. They’re good people, and they’ll do their best to help you, but let’s just say the world is not kind to … unusual people … and we prefer to fly under the radar.”

Laurel had slid the sheaf of papers out and was speed-reading them. “This says we’re not allowed to discuss any personal details of the employees of Bloodstone, LLC, other than you.”

“Well, someone has to take the blame on Yelp,” Elsa said. “And my name’s on the paperwork.”

Solange skimmed the page in Laurel’s hand, then gave Elsa a long, measuring look. “Mutants?” she asked.

“Is that a problem?” Elsa replied, a little too sweetly.

“Hell, no,” Solange said, and unclipped the pen from inside the envelope.

“Splendid,” Elsa drawled as they signed. Then, under her breath, she muttered, “Not a word, boys. I’ll explain later.”

“What was that?” Solange asked.

“Nothing,” Elsa said. “All done?”

“All done!” Laurel handed the stack of pages back to her, now adorned with two sets of signatures.

“Excellent. Thank you.” Elsa stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled sharply.

The back doors of the van swung open.

Barnes was the first one out, visibly scanning the house and the nearest treeline, and she could just imagine the furious whispered argument that had led to that, because he was striding across the driveway with his rolling infantryman’s walk before the front passenger door had so much as clicked open. Jack’s boots hit the ground next, and he trotted around the front of the van, his green twill jacket flapping in the breeze as he hurried to catch up to Barnes despite his slightly shorter legs.

Then Ted stepped out of the van, rising to his full red-eyed height against the golden sky as the van’s suspension creaked and settled back into its old configuration, and Laurel and Solange stopped breathing.

Elsa slid the NDAs back into the envelope with a snap, just as a reminder.

“Ladies,” Barnes said as he came to a military-precise stop a step behind Elsa. She didn’t have to look at him to know he had cracked his movie-star smile at them, and she stifled the urge to elbow him.

Jack arrived a heartbeat later with a cheerful, “Good afternoon!”, and whatever he was doing with his face made Laurel blush.

Elsa silently gave up all hope of retaining professional dignity. “Laurel Westfield, Solange Vinton, may I introduce my team. Jim here,” she bobbed her head toward Barnes as she used his chosen pseudonym (which was only a pseudonym for people who knew he disliked that version of his actual name, Jesus Christ, Barnes), “is our logistics and operations master. Jack,” she indicated the werewolf currently giving them a cheerful wave, “is our ritual expert,” she took a deep breath, “and Ted handles everything else.”

Ted gave an amiable rumble.

“Ted,” Solange repeated.

“Ted,” Elsa agreed, and lifted her packet of NDAs a little higher against her chest, holding them like she would a powerful grimoire.

Ted burbled.

“He says it’s lovely to meet you,” Jack translated.

“What do you do?” Solange asked, turning her face toward Elsa but flicking her eyes back toward Ted.

“Health and safety,” Elsa said blandly. “And marketing.”

She heard the little choking noise Jack made, but no one else seemed to react.

[true--north]

For Anon who asked for Little Mermaid Helsa AU ❄🌀

Elsa x Hans, postF2, angst, amnesia, powerless!Elsa, redeemed!Hans, prince Lars, sisterhood is the strongest magic, no mermaids only the sorrow

The rage of the sea

"We always feared that her powers were too great for this world."

It wasn't the power, it was people who were filled with fear and jealousy. The people who would do anything to harm her and Ahtohallan.

Elsa didn't remember how it happened. Stripped of half her soul, she fell off the icy peak into the Dark Sea and closed her eyes. The waves carried her away. Nature would not touch her beloved daughter. The sea carried her, lulling her on the waves, away from the dangerous place. To the South.

It was a dark stormy evening when Hans came ashore. In the distance he could see the blurred silhouettes of the other isles. He was tired and gave himself to the wind with a relief. The element tried to tear his hair, to beat his long worn blue cloak, gnaw at his bones. It had a fury and rage he had long lost, and he loved it.

He couldn't but notice her. A lone lifeless figure on the grey rocks, the surf caressing her feet. The stranger lay face down, her long dark curls fanned out around her head, her thin black dress tattered beyond recognition. As Hans ran to her, the rain began to fall. Strangely, it seemed to him that there between the raindrops, he heard a voice, a song gentle and wistful. It was like a mirage.

"My lady!" he called out in a panic; of course it was useless. She was unconscious. He rolled her over onto her back. She was still breathing. Her skin was sankissed as if she'd spent a lot of time in the sun, but her hands were soft and never knew peasant labour. Hans covered her frail body with his cloak and took her in his arms.

He carried her to his cabin. Once long ago he had carried a fainting woman from her ice palace in his arms in the same way...He had almost forgotten.

His dwelling was just outside the castle wall. Hans gently laid the stranger on the bed and lit the paraffin in the lamp. It became almost cosy. He wanted to put the kettle on the cooker, but suddenly he noticed the stranger was feverish. She was thrashing about on the bed, muttering something unrecognisable. Hans knew there was no other way. Of course he would have to get help. He covered her with a blanket, walked out into the rain and headed for the Castle, his former home.

"You found a woman on the beach? And brought her home?" stunned, Lars repeated. He was wrapped in a dressing gown, ready for sleep, his glasses glittering blindly in the candlelight.

"I did," explained Hans impatiently, "And I need medicine, and for Olga to give her some clothes—"

"You can't keep her with you, Hans. You're unmarried, and it's inappropriate."

"All right, all right. Then I'll move her here, and—"

"And we'll take care of her, Hans." Lars' wife, Princess Olga, came out. "The Southern Isles will show the poor thing their hospitality. You have nothing to worry about."

Hans sighed, and he and Lars walked out. "Why did you help her?"

"Why not?" snorted Hans.

After all, he wanted nothing from the stranger. She could give him nothing, just as he could give her nothing. She was as lost and deprived of everything as he was. Nothing stood between them.

In the cabin Lars poured the contents of an apothecary's vial down the stranger's sore throat and held a porcelain box of smelling salts under her nose. The girl stirred, coughed, then sat up abruptly and opened her eyes. They were the darkest shade of blue and wild as the sea beyond the mica window. She stared at Hans, straight into his soul, smiled strangely, and then passed out again.

It was srange. If it weren't for the obvious fact that he was seeing her for the first time in his life, Hans would have thought he'd known her before. That's she was the one he's been looking for all his life.

He picked her up again, cradled her in his arms, and carried her to Olga's boudoir, warm, luxurious, better than everything Hans could offer the stranger. "Thank you, Hans. You did all you could for the girl."  She closed the door in his face.

"How is she?" he asked Lars the next day.

"Better. But she's a strange case. She refuses or can't talk. She just sits and stares out of the window. I can tell you one thing, brother mine, your stranger is a noble woman. God only knows what she's been through. There's been nothing in the news yet about shipwrecks...I don't know what to think..."

Hans took off his boots muddy with horse dung, replaced them with his only clean fashionable shoes, and tied a fresh magenta tie. Then he went up to the Castle, holding his breath when passing his Father's chambers. The stranger was sitting on an ottoman, cuddled in several cashmere shawls. She wore Olga's pearly grey dress, her hair was carelessly tied up with a blue ribbon. In the light of the pale evening sun her golden skin seemed to glow. There was something wrong about her, something strange and lost.

When she saw Hans, she straightened up and stared at him. Hans sat down at her feet on a velvet footstool. "Hello. How are you feeling today? What's your name? Where is your family?"

She was silent for a long time. "Do I know you?" was the only thing she said.

"Not that I know of." Though everything in him sang the contrary, that they had a bond, sometime, somehow. "Please tell me what happened." he pleaded softly and soothingly. "Let me help you. Please."

"I don't remember. I don't remember anything." The stranger shook her head, wrapping herself more tightly in the cocoon of shawls. "It's all like a mist. But I think...my name is Elisabeth. Yes, Elisabeth...it sounds familiar."

"Welcome to the Southern Isles, Elisabeth." Hans smiled charmingly.

Olga said that Hans was the only one "Elisabeth" spoke to. She was afraid of the others, she refused to leave the room. Since that day, Olga has often seen the two of them like this. Hans would sit on the footstool and talk, or read something to their guest, or play to her on the piano, or serve her the evening tea. Olga did not like Hans, she only tolerated him for Lars' sake, but she could not help realising that the stranger was clearly a good influence on the forsaken black ship of the family.

Olga did not know that when Lars wanted to put an advertisement in the Scandinavian Herald in the hope that Elisabeth's relatives would respond, Hans had stolen the letter and burnt it at the kitchen.

Weeks later, Elisabeth felt better and began leaving the room. To the library with Hans or to the rose garden. She liked to stand on the balcony and look at the sea, at the North, as if it was where her true home was; her home, lost and forgotten. When Hans showed her the stables, he noticed that she was an experienced rider. "I think I loved horses. Very much." she murmured, stroking the silky mane of a white horse.

"Horses are better than people." Hans joked.

"Even better than Lars? Than me?" Elisabeth snickered sarcastically. She still wore his blue cloak, hiding her face in the hood. Hans found her beautiful in blue and in his.

"You're special, Lizzie." he grinned and saddled Citron.

Together they often rode round the isle. Hans did not tell her about his past and Elisabeth, if she understood anything about the disgraced prince's unusual position — a stable boy in his own home — asked no questions. She was delicate and sensible.

That afternoon he brought her to his cabin and showed her the manuscripts of his fairy tales, peculiar stories he wrote to kill his loneliness. Elisabeth's lush auburn curls were braided into a plait she liked to put on her left shoulder and fiddle with the tip. Hans mindlessly tucked it behind his back, bent down and kissed her. Elisabeth hugged him back.

His life has become something more with her, in her he has found redemption; the empty place where anger and greed had once been filled with bloom and sky. She has found a future in him, she thought.

But the past has a way of returning.

Hans was procrastinating on his duties in the stables chatting with Elisabeth when suddenly the boudoir's heavy doors swung open and his brother, Olga and some other people burst into the room. Hans was barely able to get anything. He had never seen Lars and Olga so worried.

"Lady Elisabeth!" She exclaimed.

Elisabeth looked back at the door and froze. A tall, grim blond man in a brown travelling cloak, and a woman dressed in green and purple stood there. The woman had bright red hair and eyes the colour of Northern Lights. Hans barely recognised them, and so did Lizzie, his Lizzie, but Queen Anna of Arendelle rushed to her big sister and wrapped her arms around her neck.

"Oh, Elsa, all these months, we have been looking for you, I thought I lost you again! Oh, Elsa, sister... Yelana knew nothing, tell me who did this to you—"

And a miracle happened. Everything about her has always been a miracle. When Anna and Elsa's hands touched, the room was filled with Ahtohallan's light. That light filled Elsa, returned to her. Her hair became smooth colourless silk again, her skin turned pale and her eyes returned from dark blue to ice. What has been lost was back through the bridge. Magic and memory were the same thing; without the past there was no future.

Hans sprang to his feet, seized by an unnatural fear of magic, of the foreboding of loss. He realised the truth, he recognised her. "Lizzie!..." he called to her. It has always been her.

That man, Björgman, blocked his path.

Elsa wiped the tears from her beloved Anna's cheeks, then looked back at Hans. Strange was that look. "Leave me," she said, but it was she who left.

The royal family of Arendelle quickly left the Isles, barely thanking the Westergaards. But everyone has got the point. Everyone except Hans.

He ran up the cliff and watched the Crocus ship leave the harbour. "Elisabeth..." he let go on the wind, his heart freezing again.