#in case you were wondering why his lips don't match the quote

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Incorrect Hetalia Quotes part 6/? Romerica/Americano/Roaring 20s Trio edition (very long)

Lithuania: How did you and Romano get together? America: I almost beat him up when he was trying to clean Lithuania: America: It was love at first fight.

Romano: Alfredo is too tall for me to kiss on the lips. What should I do? Prussia: Punch him in the stomach and kiss him when he doubles over in pain. Lithuania: Kick him in the shins  America, sobbing: just ask me to lean down.

Romano: What are you, five? America: Yeah, five heads taller than you! America: I'm so sorry please don't kill me-

America: I think I just figured something out. I got to go. Romano: Aren’t you forgetting something? America: Uhh… *hesitantly kisses Romano's forehead before running out*. Romano: No, bastard! Pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

America: isn't this wonderful? Romano: Yeah, it's just me, you, and the moon. Lithuania, as the moon: HEY, YOU TWO SHOULD KISS

Lithuania: Hey, Romano, are you free on Friday? Like, around 8pm on Friday? Romano: Si? Lithuania: What about you? America: Yeah, I am. Lithuania: Great! Because I’m not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date! America: Did he just-

Romano: WHICH ONE OF YOU BASTARDS TOUTCHA MY SPAGHETTI?? I AM GOING TO KI- America: *raises hand* Romano: -iss you and bring you some more spaghetti. Do you want cheese on top?

America: YOU’RE UNDER ARREST FOR ROBBERY Romano: WAIT NO BUT WHAT DID I STEAL? America: My heart.

America: *whispers in Romano's ear* This place is pretty dangerous, want me to hold your hand... just in case? Romano: *rolls his eyes playfully and grabs America's hand, intertwining their fingers together* Lithuania: …We’re at the mall, what is wrong with you two???

Romano: Your smile? It makes my day. America: Your happiness? I live for that. Lithuania: A room? Just get one.

America: Oh c’mon, I didn’t drink that much last night! Lithuania: You were flirting with Romano. America: So what? He's my boyfriend. Lithuania: You asked if he was single…  Lithuania: And then cried when he said he wasn't

America: Oh c’mon, I didn’t drink that much last night! Lithuania: You were flirting with Romano. America: So what? He's my boyfriend. Lithuania: You asked if he was single…  Lithuania: And then cried when he said he wasn't

England: If you wanna marry America, you're gonna have to ask for my blessing.

Romano: Ok. May I have your-

Netherlands: And mine.

Romano: What?

France: And mine.

Romano:

Spain: And mine

Romano: You're supposed to be my dad!

Norway: And my blessing.

Sweden: And mine

Finland: And mine

Romano:

Denmark: Don't forget mine!

Canada: And mine!

Romano: *nervous sweating*

Lithuania: Alfred F. Jones, do you take Giacomo Vargas as your lawfully wedded husband? America: I Scooby-Dooby-Doo. Romano: I want a divorce.

America: Be the bigger person. Romano: No! I’m 170cm and bitter. You be the bigger person.

America, singing: This woman is my destiny. She said; Nyo!Romano, singing: Ooo oo oo ooh, shut up- Nyo!Romano, normal voice: Just shut up!

America: Making my way downtown. America: Walking fast. America: America: Walking slower to match my pace with Romano's because he's short.

America: For self defence purposes, imagine this scenario: I have a gun to your face and say "Your money or your life!" What would you do? Romano: Bold of you to assume I have money. Lithuania: Bold of you to assume I want to live.

Romano: So, bastard, what’s Alfredo's type? Lithuania: Hazel eyes, brown hair, oblivious, likes food, rude as hell Romano: Sounds kinda like me... Too bad we’re just friends! Lithuania: Did I mention oblivious? Romano: Si, why? Lithuania: Okay, just making sure.

Romano: I'm cooking my brother America: ok Romano: *for Romano: I love how you would've believed me.

Romano: What time is it? America: *rips off normal clothes to reveal revolutionary uniform* SHOWTIME Lithuania: I'm so sorry America: SHOWTIME SHOWTIME YO--

*After an argument between Romano and America* Lithuania: Alright, now America, do you have anything nice to say about Romano? America: …I've seen... shorter people.

Lithuania: So, why is America mad at you? Romano: He sneezed and I accidentally said “shut the fuck up” instead of “bless you.” Lithuania: How do you accidentally say “shut the fuck up”?!

America: So we went to the only person we could trust— Lithuania. Romano: But he told us our plan was way too devious. America: And illegal.

Romano: This is torture. You're torturing me. Stop trying to seduce me, it's not going to work. America: -literally just washing the dishes-

Romano: Anyone above 170cm doesn’t deserve happiness America: I’m sorry could you say that a bit louder? Couldn’t hear that from up here. Do you need a ladder? I can get you a ladder.

*Watching a horror movie* America: Are you scared? Romano: In this economy, who wouldn’t be?

Romano and America: Can you feel the lo- Lithuania, joining in: love tonight- America: Really? Lithuania: I'll shut up now

America, singing(???): IT'S THE EYE OF THE TIGER IT'S THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT! Romano: *unsheathes sword* Lithuania: *stops him* America: RISING UP TO THE CHALLENGE OF OUR RIVAL!!!

America and Romano: *making out in the kitchen* Lithuania, casually walking by while eating cereal: Oh hey am I interrupting anything

Link to part 5

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Big Cock Boy's (2)

Read Part One: Here 

Warning: Smut, Bit of angst 

Word Count: 3.7k

Baekhyun had thought he was prepared, but ultimately he wasn't. He has expected you to be the type to tease him at first. He thought you'd be like many of the other girls he had been with, like the type to kitten lick the tip of his cock, then suck the tip a bit before working your way down.

But he was oh so very wrong.

Instead, you started off strong with slowly taking his entire cock down your throat and holding it there while he thrusted his hips gently. He swore he could have cum right then.

However you were unimpressed with how gentle his thrusts were. This man boasted about how huge his cock was, relatively true, and about how rough he was. But you weren't seeing the rough, instead he was acting like a little bitch.

You slowly take his cock from your mouth, looking up at him with disappointed eyes.

"What the fuck?" You ask.

"What? Why'd you stop?" He whines, sticking out his upper lip.

"Earlier you said, and I quote 'i get rough as fuck' and I'm just wondering where that rough is? Cause right now, you're disappointing me." You huff.

"I just didn't want to hurt you." He murmurs.

"I'm a big girl, I can handle it. Now fuck my mouth like a man!" You yell.

Baekhyun's eyes go dark as he slides his cock back into your mouth, grabbing a clump of your hair before ramming his cock down your throat.

Here we go.

"How's this for rough?" He grunts as he continues to thrust his cock into your mouth.

You love it. This is what you wanted, you wanted him to fuck your throat raw before fucking your pussy, which was now drenched.

You had planned on taking him out of your mouth after one more deep thrust so he could in fact fuck you, but apparently Baekhyun had other plans, plans he did not discuss with you.

"Shit I'm gonna cum." He grunts, his grip on your hair tightening as he shoots a load into your mouth. You immediately swallow out of habit, but are so not impressed.

"Fuck. That was.. fuck." Baekhyun huffs, stumbling backwards to fall on his bed.

You stand up, licking your lips to gather any access cum before you begin yelling. Now is not the time for cum to be flying everywhere.

"What the fuck?" You shout.

"What?" Baekhyun asks, his arm laid over his eyes as he catches his breath.

"Umm.. why'd you cum?" You ask.

Baekhyun props himself up on his elbows with an eyebrow raised. "Was I not supposed to cum?" He asks.

"Not you weren't, shithead. Do you not remember after all your talk about how you get rough with blow jobs, that you will 'tear that pussy up'. I was waiting for that tearing." You say, very obviously disappointed.

"Well shit. You didn't say you agreed so I just assumed.." he trails off.

"I also didn't deny it either. Christ. Well now I'm going to have to tell everyone you are decent at receiving blowjobs, but your communication is severely lacking and your pussy game is weak." You sigh.

"Excuse me!? Weak? You haven't even tried it. Stay there. Give me 20 minutes. Don't move." He shouts before running to his bathroom.

Baekhyun stands in front of his mirror, naked, with his hands on his hips as he stares at his mostly flaccid cock.

"Come on, buddy. Let's go General. Stand at attention. Our pussy game is not weak. It's time to perform." He whispers, hoping his cock is listening.

Baekhyun hears a smothered laugh front outside the door and he knows it was because of him. You heard him whispering to himself, but he didn't care. It was a technique that worked for him. He stares down again, whispering," C'mon ...be strong...."

Turning the shower on for privacy, he imagines the hot, wet suction of your mouth. The way your tongue stroked and wrapped around the head of his dick. His cock twitches from the delicious memory, a shiver races from his spine to his cock from the recent sensation.

"You okay in there?" You ask, softly knocking on the door.

Looking down at the strong thick erection he's now sporting, Baekhyun looks back up to smirk in the mirror before shutting off the shower and lights, only for his jaw to drop at the sight before him now.

He looks good. His muscles were slightly bulging, his hair was in the perfect place. Damn, he looked absolutely amazing. You were a lucky girl right now.

Baekhyun confidently unlocks the door, leaning himself against the door frame as his cock stands straight out. He clears his throat for you to turn around and see him in all his glory.

And when you didn't turn around, he frowned and cleared his throat even louder. And then your phone rang.

"Hello?" You said answering the call. "Yeah I have time. I'll be right there." You finish by hanging up. Without even looking behind you, you yell out a goodbye to Baekhyun and exit his room like he wasn't just planning to pound the life out of you.

"Did she just.." he scoffs. "Now what am I supposed to do?"

Baekhyun scoffs at his phone, throwing it on the bed. Why did he feel the weird urge to try to get you to come over again? He wanted to see you. But you know, just to fuck you and then never talk to you again.

Although it sort of hurt his heart when he thought about not being able to see you again. Fuck Baekhyun, cut it out. He groans as he heads back to the shower to jerk himself off, while he thought about what you would sound like while being fucked. He bet your moans sounded amazing, just like how your pussy probably felt.

Fuck, he wanted you, and the next weekend he would have you.

**

The next Saturday came and Baekhyun was deciding how to get you over. Text? Would you come if there wasn't anything going on?

A party. That's what he needed. Baekhyun hopped in the shower quickly, and when he had finished his shower, he swiftly got dressed and rushed downstairs.

"Boys get ready, we're having a party tonight." He smiles, pulling out his phone to text you.

**

That night you arrive back at the frat house, ready to get drunk. Baekhyun had been messaging you about all the things he wanted to do to you, and you weren't excited but a part of you also felt nervous. So what better way to loosen up than a few shots and some dancing to tease the one you're after.

The moment you walk into the house, the music is blaring, there's people everywhere but still you manage to catch Baekhyun's eyes immediately. He's sitting on the couch, his face stone cold as some girl sat beside him, desperately trying to get his attention.

He paid her no mind. His eyes followed you until you disappeared into the kitchen.

"S'cuse me." He murmured to the girl, standing up to find you.

As Baekhyun walks into the kitchen, he sees you downing another shot, with Kai. He could feel his body start to heat up as he watched you laugh with Kai, as he leaned in close to you and whispered in your ear.

Baekhyun knew what Kai's 'I'm going to fuck you' eyes were, and he was definitely sporting them with you. Unable to control his jealousy, Baekhyun began walking closer to the two of you, and got close enough to hear you turn him down.

"I'm sorry, I'm actually here to see Baekhyun. Just needed a drink, or 5 first." You laughed.

Baekhyun immediately relaxed. He felt a sense of accomplishment that you chose him over Kai, considering every woman and their mother and grandmother wanted to fuck him.

"Hi baby." Baekhyun whispers in your ear, startling you.

"Hi." You blush. You wanted to play hard to get with him, and it was easy over text but when you were face to face with him, you had no control and you hated it.

"Let's go." He smirks, grabbing your hand to pull you with him. Instead of heading towards friends, or the dance floor, Baekhyun dragged you up to his room like he was on mission.

Once the two of you were in there, and he closed his door, his eyes went dark.

"Strip." He growls, eyeing you up and down. Your pussy felt wet immediately from his dominance.

You began taking your shirt off slowly, throwing it somewhere in his room. Next, you took off your shorts, slowly sliding them down your legs before you tossed them across the room.

Baekhyun's breath hitches as he stares at you standing in front of him in only a red lace bra with matching panties.

"Keep going." He insists.

You reach behind you, unhooking your bra letting it fall to the floor.

"I'll do these." He says hooking his fingers in the band of your panties before kneeling down and sliding them down with him.

A shiver fell down your spine as Baekhyun's finger traced down your legs, and then back up, moving over your hips, up your sides, over your breasts before wrapping around the back of your neck.

He slowly pulls you forward, placing his lips onto yours pulling you in for a deeper kiss. You ready your hands down, gripping the hem of his shirt before pulling it up and over his head, having to break the kiss.

Baekhyun quickly fumbles with his belt buckle, trying to take his pants off as quickly as he can. "I've been waiting for this." He smirks.

"Lay down." You smile, pointing to bed.

Baekhyun lays down, his cock already erect and ready for you.

"I want to try something." You admit. Baekhyun raises an eyebrow as he watches you climb on the bed before standing above him with your legs on either side of him. You bend down onto your knees and grip his cock. Baekhyun assumes you're going to slip him inside you, but that's not the case.

Instead, you push his cock forward slightly and straddle him, grinding your clit against his cock.

"Holy..shit.." Baekhyun groans as you continue to slide yourself against him.

You look Baekhyun in the eyes as you reach your hands up, cupping your breasts before tugging at your nipples, and squeezing.

"Dam, baby" Baekhyun groans. "Please let me fuck you." He whines.

"Yes." You moan, wanting to cum while he fucks you instead.

Right as you lay on your back, and Baekhyun lines himself up with your entrance, the door to his bedroom swings open, revealing a panicking Chanyeol.

"Bro!" He huffs, and then looks at what is currently about to happen. "Nice" he smiles, winking at you.

"Dude!" Baekhyun yells, pushing you off the bed and covering himself with a blanket.

"Suho is about to go against Johnny from NCT. We need you!" He yells, bolting away from the door.

"I.." Baekhyun stutters looking at you and then back at the door.

"Go." You huff. "I'll be here." You finish.

Baekhyun gets up and gets dressed before running after Chanyeol. You lay in his bed annoyed and confused, but waited.

And waited.

And waited, until you eventually fell asleep in the comfort of Baekhyun's bed. You woke up startled around 3am, still in his bed and still alone. Annoyed, you quickly got dressed before heading downstairs, wanting to leave as quick as possible. You had assumed Baekhyun was out dealing with whatever he needed to handle, but apparently he wasn't.

Instead Baekhyun was leaning back on the couch, his arm wrapped around the same girl who was trying to get his attention earlier. She was snuggled into his side and your heart broke a bit. But it wasn't like the two of you were dating or anything. Doesn't mean it didn't hurt. As much as you didn't want to admit it, you liked him and you thought he liked you too.

"Y/N.." Chanyeol loudly exclaims to get an intoxicated Baekhyun's attention.

You could see Baekhyun's face go from laughing to panicked at the mention of your name. He moves his arm from around the girl, standing up to go to you. Instead, you waved bye quickly and began walking away from him.

"Please wait." He yells, grabbing your wrist to stop you.

"What do you want, Baekhyun?" You ask, crossing your arms.

"I'm sorry.." he whispered.

"Sorry for what, exactly?" You ask, wondering if he even knew why he was apologizing.

"For leaving you upstairs and staying down here after things settled." He says. "And for being close to that girl." He finishes, lowering his head.

"Nah, don't apologize. It's all good. It's not like we're together anyways." You snap, walking away before he can say anything else.

That morning you laid in your bed thinking about the scene you had seen last night and your heart hurt. You shouldn't have acted on anything with him. You sighed as your phone dinged. New message.

Your finger hovered over the block button as you waited for another text from him, but nothing came.

Clearly he didn't care, and now you would have to try to not care either. You turned off your screen, not bothering to block him. He doesn't care anyways.

Monday you heard nothing.

Tuesday, nothing.

Wednesday, nothing.

As Saturday evening rolled around, you had still heard nothing from him. You didn't understand, even though it had only been a few weeks, there was something about him you liked. You still did no matter how much you didn't want too.

"Party at Beta Pi's tonight!" Your friend Moonbyul yelled excitedly. "We're going right?" She asks.

She knew the entire Baekhyun situation, and while she sympathized with you, she wanted to fuck Sehun but was too nervous to go to the house alone.

"We'll get you looking all fine and sexy, and find you another man!" She exclaimed. Maybe that's what you needed? Maybe if you got under someone else, you'd be able to get over Baekhyun.

"Hell yeah." You smile, heading to your closet.

An hour later, you two emerge from your shared house, looking fine as fuck. You had decided on a black mini skirt, with a red lace bralette and red pumps, while Moonbyul had gone for a tighter skirt with a bralette.

The two of you looked amazing.

As you walk into Beta Pi, you try your best to not scan the room looking for Baekhyun, but you can't help it. You're disappointed when you don't see him anywhere, so the two of you make your way to the kitchen for some drinks.

30 minutes later your buzz has officially kicked in and Sehun drags Moonbyul away. You turn around and become face to face with a smirking Kai.

"Hey there beautiful." He smiles.

"Hi." You hiccup.

"Would you like to dance?" He asks. You nod your head, placing your hand into his as he pulls you to the dance floor.

You turn around, pressing your ass against his crotch as you move your hips to the beat. You can feel Kai becoming more excited as you dance on him, only until you don't feel any warmth behind you and hear some yelling.

Turning around, you're met with an extremely pissed off looking Baekhyun.

"The fuck are you doing!?" He yells at Kai.

"Bro, we're just dancing." Kai laughs, pulling you closer to him.

"That's my girl you're dancing with. So back the fuck off." Baekhyun yells, grabbing your wrist and pulling you upstairs with him.

He pulls you into his room, slamming the door behind you.

"What the fuck was that!?" He yells at you, his fists clenched tight.

"I was dancing. Why do you even care?" You ask.

"Because. You can't be doing that." Baekhyun murmurs.

"That's not a good enough answer. Why not? I'm a single girl, I can do whatever the fuck I want." You snap. "You ignored me. You didn't text me. What the fuck was I supposed to think? You don't care." You slur.

"You told me not to text you!" He yells.

"Yeah but if you like someone, you're supposed to do it anyways." You pout.

"How's this. You're mine, now and always. Better?" He smiles.

Your heart skips a beat at his words. You can't help but smile. "So what exactly does it mean?" You question, wanting to make sure you fully understand.

"It means you're my girlfriend and I'm your boyfriend." He smiles. "Okay?"

"Okay." You grin. "Let's go back to the party, I wasn't done drinking." You giggle.

"No no baby. You were awfully naughty tonight. You've got to pay for teasing me with Kai." Baekhyun smirks, his cock clearly twitching in his jeans.

Your pussy drips as your mouth begins to water. "Yes." You breathe.

"Yes what?" He asks.

"Sir?"

"That's right baby." He says, pushing you onto the bed, not bothering to remove your skirt.

He parts your legs as he pulls you closer to the edge, gripping tightly to your thighs. He hooks his fingers into the top of your panties and slowly drags them down your body until your pussy is bare.

Baekhyun licks his lips as he kneels down, spreading your lips before burying his face between your thighs. He licks a strip up your wet pussy, causing shivers to trickle down your spine.

“Fuck” you groan as he latches his lips to your clit, sucking harshly. You and he both knew that this would end up with not much foreplay, almost straight to fucking.

You move your hands to his head, grabbing a chunk of his hair as he flicks his tongue against your clit, over and over again. You move your hips in a circle, grinding them against his face. You let go of his hair and instead lift your bralette, exposing your perky breasts.

Baekhyun reaches his hand up, cupping your breast before he pinches your nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

“Just like that” you cry out, your orgasm building. You've been waiting for this for too long.

Baekhyun quickened his pace, switching between using his tongue and his lips.

Your hold on him tightens as your orgasm comes closer, a few more licks from Baekhyun and you're almost over the edge, when he pulls his mouth away from you.

He licks his lips and smiles at you before he stands up and undresses himself, his cock springing free.

“Ride my cock baby." He says, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You happily climb onto his lap, straddling him as he holds his cock up so you can line yourself up with him.

You slowly sink yourself down, his cock stretching you out as he completely fills you up.

“Shit baby” he hisses, as you slide down fully on his cock. "Even better than I imagined." He groans.

Baekhyun places his hands on your hips, guiding you back and forth as you begin rocking yourself on his cock.

Within seconds you’re bouncing yourself on him as he hits your G spot everytime, while your clit perfectly grinds on him.

“F-fuck” you cry out as Baekhyun bucks his hips, pushing himself inside of you further. He was always right, he definitely belonged to the Big Cock Boy's club, you'd happily admit it to anyone.

“That’s it baby. You ride my cock so well” he groans, slowing you back down to rocking your hips.

"You like that? You like riding my cock like a dirty slut?" He grunts, taking his hand off your hip and moving it to wrap around your throat. “Do you?” He asks, squeezing your throat.

You nod harshly as it becomes hard to breathe. Baekhyun releases your neck allowing air to flow through again.

“Yes” you cry, as he chokes you again.

“You better cum for me baby” he grunts, snapping his hips up to meet you as you fall back onto him.

You rock your hips, your moves now harsher as you desperately reach for your climax.

“Oh my god” you cry out, your orgasm hitting you out of nowhere, spreading through your body like wildfire.

You stop all movements as your orgasm tears through you and you grip onto Baekhyun tightly.

He grunts as he holds onto your waist, snapping his hips harshly inside you yearns for his own much needed release.

“Fuck baby, you gunna let me cum in that tight pussy” he grunts, his thrusts becoming harsher and more eager.

“Yes, oh god yes” you cry out, hiding your face in his neck as he works on his release.

After a few more thrusts, Baekhyun cums, coating your walls with his cum, milking himself until he’s done.

The two of you sit there for a moment, catching your breath. Baekhyun chuckles as you take yourself off of him, and head to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

"So worth the wait." Baekhyun huffs, laying down in his bed.

"Definitely." You smile, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, looking at him.

"Come to bed." He smiles, patting the spot next to him.

You both smile as you crawl in, laying on your side and Baekhyun wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer to him.

"I'm so happy." He whispers as the two of you drift off to sleep.

**

It had been a few months since you and Baekhyun had started dating and things were going well but now you had news for him.

You sat on the couch of the frat house as you waited for him to get back from class, your leg shaking while your hand squeezed the piece of plastic that would make or break your relationship.

Baekhyun walks through the door with a smile on his face until he sees your concerned face.

"Baby what's wrong?" He asks, kneeling in front of you.

You can't say anything, and instead you hand him the thing you've been holding.

Baekhyun looks down, his eyes go wide as his head shoots up to look you in the eyes. He somehow manages to get the words out..

"You're pregnant!?"

[the-sky-is-awake]

A little late, but here are my favorite bits from chapter 5!

  "We can find a way to afford fair trade," she said firmly, "but what we can't afford is to make monsters of ourselves. If we start doing what we can instead of what we should, then we're just making the same mistake as my grandfather. And you know how that turned out."

 This bit says a lot about how the reputation of King Runeard (who is portrayed as an Arendellian hero in Forest of Shadows) has suffered since Frozen 2—and, more subtly, it showcases Anna’s blunt honesty with everyone about the whole situation with the dam and the Forest. She really does hate secrets, doesn’t she?

 She tipped her head back and regarded Mattias. "We both know what my grandfather did. Maybe a little too well. But you're only reminding me because you think some of his footsteps are worth following, don't you?"

"You never cease to impress me, Your Majesty."

"That's totally why I keep crashing into suits of armour; it keeps the bar low." Anna chewed on her lower lip. Then she sighed noisily. "Fine. If you think some of Runeard's wartime strategies will be useful to us now, write it down and come back later. Because I can't guarantee I won't toss them straight into the fire if you gave them to me now.”

 The list of Runeard’s non-evil accomplishments that precedes this passage (which I would have quoted too if it wasn’t so long) is pretty impressive, and I like their nuanced view of him, when Anna has a right to be even more bitter about him. (Runeard succeeded better than Hans at taking Elsa away from her, after all...)

 Then, despairingly, Anna discovered that Hakon Erling was always right.

He could read a thirty-page trade agreement and summarise its key points before Elsa was even halfway. He had a photographic memory for every dignitary's name, face, nervous ticks, political leanings, dietary requirements, and even their mother's cousin's stepbrother's birthday. The mere sight of his name on the list of attendees made kings sweat, because there were tavern tales of Hakon Erling's legendary tendency to be halfway back to Arendelle before the hosts sobered up and properly comprehended that they had somehow agreed to another year of tariff-free trade. In writing.

Hakon Erling was brilliant. He was also absolutely dreadful at leaving good impressions.

Which was where Anna had come in.

 Another interesting OC (and Elsa nails one reason why in a previous chapter, when she wonders why anyone who knows Anna wouldn’t want to be her friend). Hakon gives an impression of “more than meets the eye.” I’m looking forward to finding out, along with Anna, what’s up with him. 

 Oskar didn't know what to say to that. Or why he automatically fell into step when she started walking. Like Kristoff, Anna shortened her strides to match his pace. And, like the chair the Snow Queen had made for him, and the clean socks Kristoff had dropped off that morning, it was annoyingly considerate.

These people were not lions. The problem was, Oskar wasn't sure what they were.

 I like how this shows Oskar’s honest puzzlement about Arendelle and its royal family; it’s one of his more endearing qualities. Another is his stubborn belief that he’s a lion, which just comes across as adorable.

 Take Kjekk with you, Anna had insisted. He's a scaredy-pony—ow! What? You are! Anyway, just in case the Nokk is too grumpy to let you ride him, Kjekk will get you back to Arendelle in a jiffy. Because there's nothing he loves more than freaking out and running home. Isn't that right, boy?

After nearly being thrown off half a dozen times by Kjekk's alarm over 1) a snapping branch, 2) his own reflection in the water, 3) another branch, 4) a warbler's song, 5) his reflection yet again, and 6) Ryder's admittedly staggering sneeze—Elsa could very easily imagine how Anna had ended up horseless in the mountains three years ago.

 This little comic interlude sounds like it might almost be a practical joke on Anna’s part!

 Yet it was his first time laying eyes on a queen who tripped on the same spot each time she entered the council chambers, and brought with her the unprecedented intention of making all their jobs easier in the hardest way. A queen who seemed to believe that the crown on her head did not give her power, but merely the privilege of asking for it.

Then Belland corrected himself; he had seen it before. Three years ago, when another young woman had dumped piles of scrolls and books on this same table, and requested their counsel. And again only hours ago, when she had stood on his front steps to ask for a favour.

 Belland works really well as a levelheaded old person with enough experience to sound really convincing in his high opinion of Anna and Elsa’s rule, and this is one of the best explanations in the story so far of what makes that rule different from previous monarchs’. I love well-thought-out praise of our girls. ^_^

 She remembered the cold. It was sharp and harsh and its bitter bite remained in her veins long after she and the ice collapsed. She didn't remember plummeting and sinking, but she remembered vividly the pulling, the carrying, the protecting. She remembered thinking, her cheek pressed to a watery mane, that she would not have been able to get up on her own.

Heat scampered up her arm, sizzling the whole way until she felt a tiny lick on her cheek.

 What an awesome glimpse of the unfilmed time between Elsa’s thawing and her riding the Nokk to Arendelle and what went through her mind at the time. Plus Bruni is just adorable. (Although I’m not sure how much sense Bruni actually makes; the distinguishing characteristic of the Fire Spirit is that he… doesn’t like being hot?)

 She smiled sheepishly and played with the tassels on her scarf. "You saw that, did you?"

He'd seen all of it. Kristoff and two other people waiting by the gates with a loaded wagon and two—two—reindeers, while Anna and her sister stood to the side calming an anxious-looking horse, chatting and giggling. He'd seen the Snow Queen make a signal to the snowman, who had toddled over and proudly presented a bright bundle to Anna. Oskar had watched Anna unfurl the scarf and press it to her face as if holding back tears, and when she'd hurtled herself at her sister with enough force to make them stagger, he hadn't just seen it—he'd felt it.

 Again, Oskar’s rather baffled POV is cute and appealing—even peripheral bits like his description of Olaf “toddling,” and the way he’s stopped thinking of Elsa as an “Ice Witch.” It adds another layer to what is already a very nice, fluffy scene between Anna and Elsa. The fact that we get a later description of the same moment from Anna only makes it better.

 Arendelle smelled like the sea, fresh pastry, and the flowers Anna put in her hair. Arendelle carried the scent of childhood and home. But it was out here, among trees and mountains that would remain standing long after she and everything she loved had faded away, that Elsa understood the liberty of simply being.

Anna was right. She had needed this quite badly.

 As much as I love seeing the sisters together, this is exactly why the movie needed to end the way it did—Elsa needs a break, either short or long, from being a huge fish (whale?) in Arendelle’s small pond. Even if she loves the fairy-tale world, a mythical character needs to connect with other myths now and then.

 The scarf looked and felt like Mother's one, but it invariably smelled of Elsa. She had looked like she'd wanted to say something when she'd wrapped it around Anna's shoulders. Anna had meant to ask, but unsealing her lips would have meant collapsing into more tears, so she'd plunged into Elsa's arms and understood that two sisters, one mind meant words were unnecessary.

��Just a beautiful description here. It’s short, but dialogue really is unnecessary. I love the details like the smell of the scarf and (elsewhere I think) how it’s patterned after Iduna’s. 

^ me struggling to write this chapter. 

In which Ryder and Honeymaren bicker, Elsa still has a headache, and Anna is that one person who tries to make everyone pull their weight in a group assignment.

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Spoiler-free excerpt feat. grumpy 12yo OC

All he had to do was follow the trail.

It was Kristoff’s fault for giving him those shoddy instructions before running off to help the refugees find employment in the village. Oskar was too young, but most of his people had already been recruited into castle staff positions. This suited him just fine; he didn’t need Osmund’s nasal voice questioning his every move. He didn’t need anyone.

He did seriously consider asking the next passing servant for directions, though.

The frustrating thing was that Oskar could see the stables from the windows—he had even caught a glimpse of the reindeer and the talking snowman chasing each other in the courtyard. Yet he could not for the life of him figure out how to get down there. Directionless bumbling mountain man.

Oskar was still fuming when he turned into another corridor and found himself in front of the obnoxiously messy study, its double doors wide open. Empty.

Then he spotted two loose sheets of paper on the floor.

And now he was halfway around the castle, clutching a bundle large as a dictionary, finally close enough to see the queen’s dress swishing around another corner.

“Oi! Stop dropping things!”

Jesus. Was everyone in this family hard of hearing?

Oskar snatched up the sheets and scrambled after her, catching up just in time to see another piece of paper flutter to the floor. He watched her step on it… and keep walking.

“You can’t be serious,” Oskar muttered. “Hey, you! Anna!”

She squawked and leapt at least three feet into the air, hands flying to her chest as she whirled around—

—and dropped everything else.

“Oh. My. God,” Oskar deadpanned.

“Oh my God!” she cried. “Oskar! Don’t sneak up on me like that! Now look what you’ve done—as if I’m not already late enough.”

“What I’ve done? You’re the one who’s been dropping stuff all over the castle!”

“Wait, really? Are you telling me I have to go all the way back and… oh?” Anna squinted at the stack in his arms. Then she did exactly what Oskar didn’t want her do, and grinned like he was a toddler presenting her with a grubby flower. “Aww! Did you pick them up for me?”

“Shut up. I’m tall enough to chuck these out the window, you know.”

Laughing, she started gathering the papers around her. “Go ahead. Sven and Olaf will help me pick them up again. I have lots of friends, you see. Including you.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Sure will.”

Was she seriously picking up those sheets one by one?

“So,” Anna said smugly, when he crouched down to help. “What are you doing all the way here in the west wing, buddy?”

Picking up after you. “Looking for the stables.”

“Oh, it’s super easy. Just keep going straight, take the next right, head downstairs—those bannisters are super safe to slide down, by the way—then follow the paintings of naked people all the way to another set of stairs, but don’t go down them. Swing another right, then left, and you’ll see doors opening into the courtyard. Sven and Olaf should be out there playing tag.”

“… Paintings of naked people?”

“It’s a Renaissance art thing. I don’t know. We can ask Elsa when she gets back—ah, shoot, this one looks important.” She tried to press the creases out of a document stamped with Arendelle’s crocus seal.

Oskar eyed the turquoise scarf around her shoulders. It wasn’t his business. He would have been none the wiser if he hadn’t woken up early needing the bathroom, and happened to glance out that particular window on his way back to the Great Hall.

What an idiot.

It wasn’t until he saw her head shoot up in surprise that he realised he’d said it aloud.

“My sister,” Anna said, eyes narrowed, “is the least idiotic person in this whole kingdom and yes, I will fight you on that.”

Oskar flushed. But whatever; he wasn’t obliged to be nice. “I meant you.”

“Oh. Well then, that’s okay… wait, what? Excuse me?”

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