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wintersovereign · 3 months ago
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Crazy Trust Exercise
Weeks after Anna and Elsa free the enchanted forest from the fog, Anna is rattled by Kristoff calling off their engagement. Using planning her upcoming coronation as a distraction from her grief is halted by an attempted assassination and her life is saved by the last person she would have guessed.
This work of fiction is a collaborative effort between myself and my long-time roleplay partner @umbravirtus. Chapters are updated weekly.
Read it now on AO3!
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longsightmyth · 7 months ago
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Hi, hello. Pancake approved. Nay, Pancake ASSISTED. They could not approve of my canva font options, and also the coloring for Anna simply Wouldn't Go Right.
Anyway! If you want! Rational Creatures continues apace.
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opereetveritate · 11 months ago
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Every Moment After
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[ Hans and Anna re-connect, but this time under difficult circumstances. ]
Chapter 2
Anna found herself in that tavern again. She realized what she needed to do after her talk with Arianna. She had no intention of fleeing the man who had devastated her life. That didn't fit her at all. She planned to confront him about what he'd done. There were no other options left. Hans was surprised to find her at the tavern's door. He didn't expect to see her again, in fact. They stared at each other for a while, before Anna motioning for him to follow her.
He couldn't help but look at her. The night of Elsa's coronation, she had done the same thing. Anna, once again, was the one who took the initial step for them both.
They had reached the beach, and Anna stopped, her gaze meeting the waters. Hans looked down, his shoe kicking a pebble. The situation was rather awkward.
"Why are you here Anna?" He asked her without looking her in the eyes. She didn't respond to his question.
"Why are you working in such a place?" Did she really want to know or was it just a ruse to make him feel bad? He couldn't know, which is why he offered an unexpected response.
"That isn't your concern." His harsh tone forced her to look him in the eyes.
"Hans, you can't judge what is or isn't my concern." She was now angry.
"So you want to play that game, huh? You betrayed Arendelle, you tried to kill me and my sister. How can you be so bad? I'd given you everything. My love, my soul, I even left you in charge because I trusted you with my life. But I was mistaken. What did you do? You destroyed everything."
"None of this would have happened if you had stayed where you were supposed to!" He murmured indifferently that caused her to roll her eyes.
"Excuse me?"
"Anna, you had the opportunity to make your decisions. And clearly, I've never seen anyone so bumbling!" His tone and words had enraged Anna. She raised her hand to slap him across the face.
"Uh-uh, not this time. Do you remember how painful your last punch was?" She pulled her hand from his grasp and smiled triumphantly at him.
"You deserved it nonetheless, Hans. It's also not your place to make accusations against me."
"You think I'm the one who made bad decisions when it's obvious which of us did it in the first place!" He had no right to be angry with her, but she had every right to be angry with him.
"All I tried to do was prevent my family from falling apart! But, how can someone as lonely as you know this?" He seemed bothered by her words.
"You've never had someone look at you with love in their eyes, have you? You were always the last option, the unlucky thirteen."
His hands clenched into fists, and his wrath became unbearable. How could such a girl as Anna be someone as disrespectful as his own family?
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leaves-of-laurelin · 2 years ago
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In The Stacks
Link to AO3
Hans and Anna find themselves in a quiet corner of the library.
@kristanna-days
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thelittlehansy · 5 months ago
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On my Google drive i found that. I have completly forget about it. Give it back to where it belongs hansanna fandom 😊
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annas-hair-donut · 7 months ago
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WIP Tag Game
As everyone knows by now, I probably won't be writing any more new fanfic (but I will finish Head Over Feet). But since @the-red-butterfly tagged me I'll leave this bittersweet list of what could have been:
And If I Change My Mind (Frozen, Kristanna) This is a long fic continuation of the Bandana AU where Anna works in Kris' garage. Lots of friends-to-lovers vibes, forbidden love, workplace romance, trauma recovery, jealousy (Anna was going to date Mattias for a bit there), and I was also going to have some Belle/Ryder shipping going on (trust me, they'd be great together).
C U Next Tuesday (Frozen, Helsa) This was supposed to be for Frozen Smut Week, but, unfortunately, I spent all my time on Good Cop, Bad Cop instead. Hans is a straight-A student, but can't seem to catch a break in his economics class. His TA is a stuck-up B who tells him to come to office hours if he wants any help. He refuses to ask for help, though, even if it means raising his grade. Then one night at a bar, he meets this mysterious woman who shows him what it's really like to be helpless and BDSM changes his life (for the better).
Keelhaul (Frozen, Rydoff) This is another Smut Week fic that didn't happen. Ryder is a stowaway on Kristoff's pirate ship. He was going to be keelhauled (tied on a rope and dragged in the water next to the ship - usually a death sentence), but then Kristoff decides he would do some keelhauling of his own in his cabin.
Sittin' in Your Tree (Frozen, Kristanna) It's sort of a song fic based on the song "C'est La Vie" by B*Witched. Extremely shy widower Kristoff has a second chance with his neighbor from childhood when he enrolls his daughter in her Irish dance class.
Sunflowers Vol. 7 (or so) (Frozen, Kristanna/Rydoff/Hansanna) Based on the song Sunflowers Vol. 6 by Harry Styles. Kristoff (a veterinarian) and Anna (Elsa's chief of staff) are happily married with kids, but Kristoff has a secret he's been hiding from Anna. When Kristoff moves to a new clinic, he meets vet tech Ryder, and Kristoff can no longer keep his secret. Anna leans on worst enemy/douchebag ex-boyfriend/obnoxious lobbyist Hans for support and old feelings rekindle. Told from dual POV.
Anyway, that's what I got!
No pressure tagging: @thefamilybruno @bad-at-names-and-faces @butchbetty @glassslippers-n-cowboyboots @thecassadilla
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darksidechick823 · 10 months ago
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900 words down today! Not a bad start after a long, rusty writing hiatus. 🙌🏻
Late last year I had gotten a new job, and with it came a whole slew of life changes for me. Adjustments have been really hard. But things have kind of settled down and I��m going to really try my best to reincorporate writing into my weekly (if not daily) schedule. With three unfinished fics floating around, I really want to get each one updated at least once. It’s been far too long. I really miss writing for Hansanna.
Fingers crossed I can actually do it! 🤞🏻
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Showing my boyfriend my smutty hansanna fics and him totally loving them. 🙊 Especially my Hockey AU as he used to play semi professional hockey when he was younger 😍☺️❤️
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thirstghosting · 1 year ago
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it sucks too because like if proshipper meant what it's alleged to mean, I would be one. I used to ship hansanna for god sakes. I think nandor and guillermo have an utterly toxic relationship but I dont think pairing them together should be socially taboo. I literally think spuffy is okay. 90% of all fics ive ever written are reader insert. I think OCs are fun and cool and great. I would so definitely identify as a proshipper if it didn't automatically mean I give pedophilia a pass.
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spicy-cannoli · 2 months ago
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Hansanna fanfic lets goooo
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yall pls check my fic out, its super short but I kinda wanna make a longer sequel... anyways hansanna nation rise up
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true--north · 4 months ago
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You got any frozen fic recs that are not helsa?
Secrets of the Past by LavenderSnowFlake (Iduna)
Daughters of Arendelle by Onora (gen)
Frozen in Time by Miaka (hansanna/kristelsa)
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longsightmyth · 7 months ago
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Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Frozen (Disney Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Anna/Kristoff (Disney), Anna/Hans (Disney), Anna/OC, all past all present look I don't know this is Kat's fault, Kristoff/OC, Anna/kristoff is fully in the past Characters: Anna (Disney), Elsa (Disney), Hans (Disney), Kristoff (Disney), Mattias (Disney), assorted ocs and canon characters Additional Tags: My knowledge is watching the movies, reading a (one)(single) novelization, and talking to kat, There is no excuse for this, but I'm doing it anyway, persuasion influences maybe, this is crackfic made real, is frozen a political thriller with romcom influences?, only if we work hard and believe in ourselves, widowed Anna, but it's not Kristoff who died I pinky swear, Don't make a goodreads page for this that's bad form, Breaking news I read two more books and I only respect two Frozen franchise authors, I'm acknowledging Dangerous Secrets but that should be read in the most threatening tone possible, It's Benko and Rudnick, ONLY Benko and Rudnick, I upped the rating possibly out of an excess of caution but also there's gonna be smut, practice stabbing for no fun and less profit Summary:
Anna needs an heir, and her immortal snowman nephew just isn't going to cut it.
OR:
Widowed Queen Anna fends off suitors, succession crises, and people entirely too invested in her personal affairs.
NOW WITH COVER!
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kira-ani-mcgrath · 2 years ago
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Not exactly what you're looking for, but you said time-traveling Hansanna AU and I recalled this fic:
Has anyone made a time-traveling Hansanna AU where Hans somehow goes back to the beginning of Frozen?
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leaves-of-laurelin · 2 years ago
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Room For You
a kristhanna college au
Chapter 67 on AO3
Saturday
“They say there's room for one kind,
In a heart that's true,
But I'm finding more and more,
I've got room for you”
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could-have-beens · 5 years ago
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Tradition (Chapter 2)
Chapter 2 is up! Also posted on ff.net and ao3. Please tell me what you guys think!
Hans keeps finding himself caught under the mistletoe. Somehow, it’s always Anna’s fault.
Or, alternatively, seven kisses Hans and Anna share under the mistletoe. Childhood friends AU.
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There was a lot that Elsa loved, really loved, about Hans Westergaard.
It didn't hurt that he was easy on the eyes. At twenty, he was already the most handsome man she had ever met, striking but unassuming, beautiful but without pretentions. Yet for all his beauty, it wasn't his looks that had made her warm up to the idea of marrying him.
She loved that he was gentle and patient, that he was the picture of a charming prince and a doting fiancée. She loved that he was kind and polite to the palace staff and the servants, that he was approachable and friendly towards Arendelle's citizens, that he was unfailingly pleasant and amiable to even the rudest of visiting dignitaries. She loved that he always seemed to have a smile on his face, smiles of different types, from outright grins to crooked smirks to half-quirk smiles, like a shy, secretive kind.
She loved how he tried to understand her, how he tried to draw her out of her shell with books and dances and hot chocolate. She loved that he never tried to push her when she withdrew, when the crowds and the noise and the expectations became too much, when the thought of the crown on her head felt too heavy and the gloves felt too tight. She loved that he never tried to force her, never tried to fight her, when she would turn away from him and pull her hand from his. She loved that he respected that, her need for silence and isolation. She suspected he understood what it felt, to feel lonely and alone but to still need and long for it, for the comfort of an empty room and the safety of isolation, where she could hurt no one and not be hurt herself.
She loved that she could talk to him, about simple, harmless things like books and philosophers and poetry. She loved that she could talk to him about serious matters as well, like issues of the state and boring things like taxes and laws and politics.
So what if he rarely spoke of his life in the Southern Isles? So what if he hesitated to speak of his family? Of his brothers? Of his ambitions? It didn't matter to Elsa, who still couldn't bring herself to speak of the power at her fingertips and the ice in her veins. Who still couldn't bear the thought of leaving her room without her gloves on, or the thought of opening Arendelle's gates for longer than a day. Who still hesitated to let herself near her own sister, no matter how much she missed the days when they built snowmen and giggled over chocolate.
Elsa knew she didn't love him, not yet, but she loved a lot of things about him. She knew she could love him, in the future. How could she not, when he had so much for her to love?
Most of all, Elsa loved how Hans was with her sister, how he was with Anna.
Elsa had watched the two of them over the years, picking up on the small, almost-underlying actions between them. The way that Hans would always place a brotherly kiss on her forehead whenever Anna dragged him under the mistletoe. The way he discreetly let her get a spoonful or two of his dessert during dinner, but only if she promised to eat her broccoli and surrender her mashed potatoes. The way Anna would drag him to sit with her in the library, instead of disappearing off between the books, to read her a fairy tale or to practice her dance steps or to braid her hair. The way Hans would roll his eyes and heave put-upon sighs, lightly reprimanding her to return to whichever tutor she had escaped from, before giving in to her pouting and pleading, and indulging her whims. Later, as they grew older, these whims became rides around the castle grounds, or stories of his travels and adventures outside Arendelle, or sneaking inside the kitchens to smuggle truffles or sandwiches.
Hans was Anna's best friend, that much Elsa could see. If it wasn't for their betrothal, she knew Anna would insist on spending every waking moment of his visits with him, tagging along like a persistent shadow.
Perhaps, if Elsa were anyone else, she would be jealous of Anna for her closeness with Hans, but she wasn't. She trusted her fiancée and trusted Anna even more, and she knew that their friendship was just that — a friendship. Bonds like theirs were difficult to come by, Elsa would know, above anyone. So she could appreciate, above anyone, seeing it be played out before her.
If anything, a part of Elsa envied Hans, that he had such an easy friendship with her sister, but a greater part of her was relieved. She knew how lonely Anna was, how much she longed for company since Elsa had shut her out, and having Hans here, though his visits never lasted more than a few weeks, was probably one of the few highlights of her year.
The other highlight being the Winter Ball. Tonight was the first since their parents' passing, and at first Elsa hadn't wanted to host it at all, but watching Anna now, garbed in her green dress and her head adorned with a crown of mistletoe, Elsa was glad that she did. The night was still young and the party had barely begun, but already Anna was rosy-cheeked, hair slightly loose from its elegant updo, from all the dancing. She barely had time to sit down before another song started and another partner was offering her his hand.
Elsa, on the other hand, had refused every offer to dance, even her own fiancée's. She was standing near the dais, a wineglass in hand and Hans at her side, watching as Anna was yet again led to the dance floor.
"She's something else, isn't she?" Elsa said to Hans. "Anna's got two left feet when it comes to everything else, but dancing? There's no one else who can light up the room like she does."
"Yes, she's very talented," Hans said with a rueful grin. "As are you, Your Highness."
"You're too kind."
"I mean it, my lady." His grin grew wider, more playful. "I don't think there's anything you can't do."
"There are plenty of things I can't do," she said, laughing. "Dancing, for one."
"How about a quick turn then? To prove me wrong, if you wish it."
"Oh, no, you know I hate dancing. You're better off dancing with Anna. I'll just step on your feet and trip all over you."
"And you'll do it elegantly, I'm sure."
"Flatterer," she said, feeling her face warm. He really was handsome. "But I mean it. Anna's a much better dancer. It was a shame you weren't here during the Summer Festival. You should have seen her — she danced the whole day."
Something in Hans' eyes seemed to soften. "She must have been excited," he said, "to have the gates open."
"She was," Elsa said, for a moment lost in reminiscence.
"You're a good sister to her."
"I try to be."
They fell quiet for a moment, Hans turning towards the dance floor as the song came to a close. Elsa wondered what he was thinking, as he watched the couples sway and twirl and laugh.
Perhaps he really does want to dance. Elsa remembered how good he was at it, though they had only ever shared one, in a ball like this back when her parents were alive and Anna was too young to attend. She remembered how he never let on that she had stepped on his toes, and how he moved with so much grace that it was almost hard to tell how wooden and stiff she had been in his arms.
"Anna looks like she's having fun," Elsa said, as the couples returned to their tables and Anna was led back to her seat.
The first notes of the next song began to play, and Hans' gaze never left Anna. "She does."
"You deserve to have some fun as well, Your Highness. Just because I make an awful dance partner doesn't mean you have to keep me company the whole night."
Hans turned to her then, opening his mouth to no doubt reassure her, but Elsa cut him off.
"I insist — ask her to dance. This is a great song. It'll be shame to let it pass without a partner."
He stared at her for a moment, looking like he was trying to make his mind up about something. Finally, he said softly, "Will you be all right?"
"I'm always all right," Elsa said, smiling tightly. It wasn't true and they both knew it, but he knew her well enough to hear the tone of finality in her words, and she knew him well enough to know that he understood.
Still, Elsa couldn't help but feel cold and empty as Hans left. She watched as he approached Anna, as Anna brightened at the sight of him, as he took her hand and kissed it, his eyes on hers. She watched as Anna practically dragged him to the middle of the ballroom, both of them grinning. She watched as they glided across the room, their movements graceful and in sync. Every turn was effortless, every twirl elegant, as though they were born to dance together and with no one else.
When the song was over, Hans bowed low and kissed Anna's knuckles again, then returned to Elsa's side, smiling. The dancing had brightened his eyes and made his skin flush with exertion, the warmth from his skin enhancing his perfume. Some strands of his hair fell from his coif just so, in an artful way that made Elsa dare to reach out and brush it back.
But most importantly, Anna was positively beaming now, vibrant and lively and sparkling with energy, more so than before her turn with Hans.
"That was beautiful," Elsa said. "I didn't know you could dance like that."
He laughed. "I owe it to years and years of practice, my lady."
"You should put it to good use then."
"I've rarely had the opportunity."
"Really? Didn't Lars say your father was fond of throwing parties?"
"He does, but women weren't exactly lining up to dance with me back home."
Elsa frowned, her brows furrowing in confusion. It was hard to imagine Hans simply sitting on the sidelines. He was too much like Anna — bright and striking, the type who could light up a room just by being there and being themselves. "You must have danced?"
For a moment, Elsa could have sworn there was flicker of something, a look she couldn't name that had passed over his face, but it was gone so quickly that she supposed it much have been a trick of the light.
"It's hard to find a partner," he said, "when there are twelve other princes all looking to dance. But the past few years, it didn't seem to matter that much."
"Why not?"
"I think I much prefer the balls here." He glanced down the dance floor again, and while Elsa couldn't read his eyes, it looked like he was thinking quickly about something. "And the company."
Before Elsa could follow his line of his sight, Hans had turned to face her, his hand outstretched. Elsa couldn't help but take a small step back, her stomach knotting.
"I – I don't know. . . ."
"One dance," he insisted. Seeing her hesitation, he said, with a charming smile that made him look boyish and shy, "You deserve a little fun too, Elsa."
It was the use of her name that gave her pause. Though they had been friends for years, and had been betrothed for longer, things had always been more reserved between them compared to his bond with Anna. Elsa supposed it was because of all those lessons on etiquette and decorum, but she and Hans rarely called each other by name, and the times they did made something inside her chest stir like a tuning fork.
Elsa bit her lip and looked away, her fingers tracing the edges of her gloves. "The last time we danced, I was stiff as a board and kept stepping on your toes."
Hans was still smiling when she raised her gaze to meet his. "I'll take my chances."
Elsa took his hand before she could convince herself otherwise, and Hans led her to the dance floor. A kind of ripple crossed the room as a few heads turned in their direction, and Elsa willed herself to keep calm, to not fidget under their intense stares. If the looks they were getting bothered Hans at all, he didn't show it. He was all grace as they danced, his attention on her, and Elsa tried to follow his lead.
Conceal, don't feel . . . conceal, don't feel . . . conceal, don't feel. . . .
A flash of red and green caught her eye, and without meaning to, her eyes drifted to Anna, who sitting next to Lars, watching them with an odd look. It was . . . not sad, exactly . . . but almost resigned. . . .
Before Elsa could ponder what it meant, Anna was smiling at them, waving. Elsa waved back, and she heard Hans chuckle under his breath. He, too, had noticed Anna, and he and Elsa exchanged grins.
No, Elsa didn't love Hans. But perhaps, one day, she would learn to.
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keirllyrian · 5 years ago
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My True Love Gave to Me
Rating: G
Tags: Christmas, Hansanna for the Holidays 2019, Post-F1
Summary: Written for the "Hansanna for the Holidays 2019" ( @hansannafortheholidays ) event. Hans receives an unexpected Christmas present.
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