#kristanna son

[avitha]

A Good Listener

Stefan and Romeo

[punkpoemprose]

At Your Service- A Kristanna Regency Werewolf AU

Universe: Regency AU/ Werewolf AU

Rating:  M (Mature, Moderately descriptive oral sex)

Length: 5029 Words

A/N: I started writing this for @karis-the-fangirl way back in 2019, I apologize for the sheer quantity of plot in this porn.

The Bjorgman family had been in service to the Lord of Arendelle for generations, or at least this was what Anna had always been told. The only Bjorgman that she had ever known was Kristoff, and he’d never really “served” in the traditional sense of the word.  Household staff had always been rarely seen outside of their duties, and never heard unless first spoken to, and while Anna’s parents were much less strict toward their staff compared to others (according to the whispers she’d managed to catch from the staff), no one was treated with more familiarity than Kristoff Bjorgman.

Servants didn’t normally attend classes with the family’s private tutor, nor were they often invited to visit the main house, casually, as if they were a guest. Children of servants didn’t normally receive wrapped toys under the tree beside those belonging to the children of the house, and they certainly weren’t welcome to come and go as they pleased from nearly every area of the estate without question.

Sometimes as children, they would play together, but he was a strange child in many ways and was often disinterested in the play that Anna and Elsa engaged in. Mostly he was just the adopted son of the gardener and his wife, Bulda and Cliff Solberg, a boy afforded more familiarity with the lord and lady of the house and their girls than his station called for.

To Anna he was anything but ordinary. She’d always liked him in her youth because of his uncanny ability to be in the right place at the right time, which given the quantity of scrapes he’d managed to free her from, had always made her grateful.

That ability to show up just when he was needed was how he served Anna and how he’d served her since their youth days. The first instance she could recall had been when she’d been five. She’d climbed a tree, and each time she’d glanced at the grass below she’d found that she’d been too afraid to climb back down. Elsa, in her sickness, had been no help, simply watching her sister from her bedroom window in a sorrowful sort of defeat. Anna hadn’t been able to hear a word she’d seen her sister’s mouth make that day, but she’d heard enough “sorry Anna”s by that age to know that her sister’s helplessness was something that she felt great remorse for, despite being unable to control it.

Kristoff had found her though, even though she hadn’t made a peep and had been hidden among the leaves in her green dress. She’d known that he hadn’t been told where she was because Elsa had been the only one to see her, from the window, climbing into the tree and Kristoff had found her from the opposite side of the estate.

He’d climbed up to her and helped her make her way down for supper, saving her the sort of concern from the adults in the household that would have only served to further limit her freedom.

While her nursemaid had been none too pleased, both with her ward’s naughtiness in disappearing for close to an hour and for the disheveled appearance she’d reappeared in, she’d been spared any kind of real punishment and hasn’t missed the chocolate cake that had been served as dessert.

When she turned eight, her mother and father had purchased her the half-wild mare she’d desired since word from town first came about the beautiful creature that a local innkeeper had claimed as payment for the room and board of some duke’s fifth son, a disreputable sort of cad with twelve other brothers, the youngest being just a few years older than Anna herself. He hadn’t wanted to pay and one of her father’s men of business had been dispatched to deal with the whole business as a favor to the kindly innkeeper who was the son of one of Lord Arendelle’s tenant farmers.

They’d always had difficulty in denying Anna her whims, likely because they were so limited in their ability to spend time with her and for the guilt that her sister’s illness frequently disallowed play. They’d agreed to Anna’s ownership of the horse, of course, on the condition that one of the grooms they employed would train the creature and that she would not go near it until it was well and thoroughly broken.

Anna had, of course, as her age and manner demanded, snuck out the night it arrived. Her bare feet had been shoved into her riding boots and she’d tossed her mother’s shawl over her night dress before she’d moved across the grounds by starlight. She’d crept along like a ghost, moving like a ghost in the dark, fearing that if she had lit a lantern or candle to aid in her crossing that she would have been seen and subsequently caught.

She’d stumbled a bit as she made her way to the stables, tripping on unseen patches of uneven earth on the lawn that were easily traversable by day, but terrifyingly hazardous by night.

Slipping into the stables had been far simpler than making the crossing as the enclosed space, still unlit, was familiar enough to her by touch that she had been able to traverse it blindfolded with only her pinky finger for a guide, while hopping on one leg.

Her mother had always been strangely attuned to nature for a woman of her station, helping her husband frequently when making decisions relating to the estate’s grounds and those tenant farmers who tended to them. That she was an equestrian and encouraged the same for both of her daughters, even Elsa for whom it was excellent exercise for her weak lungs, was a surprise to no one who knew her. From the tender age of five, when she’d been given her first pony, Anna had well earned her familiarity with the stables, and it had often served her well on her evening extracurricular visits.

She’d been overconfident that night though. She’d climbed into the stall of her new horse, expecting fully to simply lock eyes with the beast and find the understanding there required for her to ride him bareback in the moonlight. She’d been imagining it for the whole day and felt thoroughly prepared for the dream scenario.

She had wanted to prove, once and for all, that she was much more grown-up, intelligent, and talented than anyone gave her credit for. She’d been ready to do just about anything on that night other than stumble backwards into the wood of the stall as the horse spooked at her presence before him. She hadn’t been prepared for the horse, as was its nature, to lash out with his hooves.

Anna had only just opened her mouth to scream, when a growling sound came from behind her, which caused the horse to shy away from her and back toward the opposite end of its stall. This had the fortunate side effect of leaving Anna herself blessedly unmarred.

She had been both pleased and utterly unsurprised when Kristoff unlocked the stable door, pulled her back out of the space and said something under his voice that seemed to tentatively calm the horse.

She’d heard the gate relatch and he’d effortlessly captured her hand, led her through the dark as if it were day, and brought her out into the moon and star lit yard where she’d been able to see him for the first time properly in the light of that evening.

The look in his eye had been almost feral, but she hadn’t been frightened by it. She’d known by sound, by touch, that it had been Kristoff that had rescued her all along. She’d been familiar enough with him for years by that time to know when he was around, and when she’d looked at him in the light of the three quarters moon, she’d sighed in appreciative relief and promised him cookies from the kitchen if he didn’t tell anyone what she’d done.

The feral look in his eye never left, even when he’d nodded in agreement that he wouldn’t tattle. Kristoff always had something a little wild in his eye, and while he was grumpy and standoffish at times, Anna returned to her bed and slept easy knowing that the older child was always kind, gentle, and above all else, true to his word.

When she was twelve, there’d been a terrible winter storm that had made roads impassable. She remembered being glad for it because it meant that Kristoff, who was meant to be going into town with his adopted father, as the often did, would not be able to go as scheduled and could instead join them at Elsa’s fifteenth birthday dinner.

He hadn’t come though. She’d been disappointed for Elsa, for whom she and Kristoff were the closest thing she had to actual friends. Elsa hadn’t seemed upset with him for not attending and that had annoyed Anna a bit.

She’d grown closer to Kristoff as they’d aged and while he mostly kept to himself, he never seemed to mind when Anna came to watch him work, or when she came just to talk. That she’d begun to develop a small crush on him at the time had been completely unrelated to her disappointment of course, of so she’d told herself.

The dinner had been boring if not a bit somber. Her parents had seemed to be horribly distracted through the whole affair, and Elsa had later chalked it up to the terribly howling sounds outside the window. Anna had attributed it to the wind, but Elsa had, almost absent mindedly said that it hadn’t been the wind at all. She’d refused to elaborate, even when Anna had begged.

Her parents had been gone for three years.

Anna was eighteen, just hours short of nineteen, and was anxiously waiting for some extended relative or another to reach out and offer her an introduction to the ton. Her several times distant cousin Owen and his wife should be the ones to do so, given that upon their father’s death the title of Lord Arendelle fell to him, but she doubted that either would be willing. He was still rather displeased about his lot in life as her father’s crafty will writing had meant that while the girls could not, by unfortunate and archaic law, gain his title, their home and his businesses had passed fully to their shared ownership after the accident.

The slight had left her listless. Elsa had never been introduced due to her health, and after an extended mourning and legal ordeal, she had not been willing to seek out such an additional responsibility. Elsa, at one and twenty, was not yet a spinster, but she was certainly intending to become one and though Anna could not imagine what it would be like to meet and marry a man at court, she’d always longed for a family of her own.

For many years she’d been sure of who she’d wanted to achieve that with.

Kristoff had been so good to them since their father’s passing. He was no longer the small wild eyed sometimes-playmate of her youth but was now a strongly built and handsome man. He’d been a man for some time, but his dedication to the Arendelle family hadn’t changed when the title of lord had passed, and even when his own adoptive parents had retired and moved to a small cottage in the hills, he’d stayed. His official employment at the estate was stablemaster, but he’d never been a traditional servant, and he certainly wasn’t now either.

He'd helped Elsa learn the physical sides of the family’s business, shown her to the tenant farms and explained the ways of the earth around them in ways that no tutor, nor their father, could have ever prepared them for. He was a better help than any man of business had been so far, and Anna knew that he never looked down on Elsa’s ability to be head of household just because she was a woman. Many others were not so kind, and tried and failed to take advantage of Elsa.

Beyond that, he’d been in and out of Anna’s life for the past year in a deeply confusing manner that had brought her both profound joy and immense heartbreak.

She’d always been half in love with Kristoff and he’d always been patient and kind with her. For the past year she’d often sought him out, her obligations to the family business being far less involved than Elsa’s which often left her with the time to darken his doorstep with her boredom.

Sometimes they’d talked. Sometimes she’d read to him while he’d tended to the horses. Sometimes he’d brushed an out of place lock of hair from her eyes and sometimes she’d slipped her hand into his and he’d held it. Sometimes she’d watched from the window of her bedroom, on nights he was meant to be away, and saw him enter the storage shed in the field and not leave for hours.

“Leave it alone Anna,” Elsa had said when Anna had told her about Kristoff’s seemingly monthly nighttime sojourns into the shed.

She frankly should have known that Anna never left anything alone.  

She’d kissed Kristoff in the hayloft. She’d pressed herself to him and he’d held her close, kissing her softly at first, and then with intensity as they’d backed into the wooden wall together. He’d growled into her mouth, lifted her, and turned so that she’d been against the wall. Her legs had spread easily for him and he’d kissed her like a man starved while she bemoaned the length of her skirts and the manner in which the fabric of their clothes separated them. She’d wanted to simply tear them off, propriety be danmed, but that was the last thought she’d had before he’d stopped, set her on her feet, and walked away and down the ladder.

She’d hardly seen him since.

When she’d noticed him walking to the shed, she couldn’t help herself but to follow.

They needed to talk and she was not about to start leaving well enough alone now. She’d spent long enough trying to not care about his monthly disappearances.

She waited until he was in the shed, but she couldn’t quite wait until the sun had fully set, not wanting to trip around in the dark, and not wanting to bring a lantern to alert anyone of her late night excursions even though she could go where she pleased.

He jumped in surprise when the door opened and Anna, for her part, was as shocked by his appearance as she was by hers.

Kristoff, her friend, the man she’d been imagining herself marrying for well over a year, was naked as the day he was born. That in and of itself was enough of a shock. She’d seen him without a shirt before, but this was entirely different and far more uncomfortable because she hadn’t accidentally walked in on him bathing, she’d found him naked, chained by the wrists and ankles to a sturdy metal bracket that was bolted into the wall of the shed.   

“Kristoff, oh my God!”

She crossed the small space in a few hurried steps, reaching her hands toward the sturdy metal around his wrists, reeling again with shock when he thrust his hands out toward her asking her to stop. She noticed the key in his hand before she forced her feet to halt.

“Anna, you need to go.”

She blinked, her heart racing and her mind moving far too slowly to understand any of what was before her.

“Who?”

She couldn’t get the question out of her mouth in its full form because she’d noticed something else.

Neatly folded on the top of a wooden box, she found his clothes, and on the wooden walls around the space he was chained, she saw scratch marks, deep, old scratch marks.

“Anna, you need to go!”

He repeated the instruction, this time more forcefully, a terror in his eyes that was so like the wildness he’d shown as a child, Anna was enthralled by it.

She could hear his words just fine. She knew what the command was, but she wasn’t sure why she couldn’t follow it. Maybe it was the shock, maybe it was because she truly couldn’t leave well enough alone, and needed to figure out what exactly she’d walked into before she allowed her brain and body to follow a different command.

The key in his hands caught her eye again.

“Who chained you Kristoff? Why aren’t you using that key?”

He growled in frustration, and Anna swore she saw his lip curl, almost like a dog.

“I did Anna. I did because I need to be… I can’t explain… Anna, you need to go. Run!”

His voice sounded deeper when he spoke, and she was, for a split second, afraid.

“I’m not going to leave you here, chained to a wall, without an explanation Kristoff. Is this what you do every month? Why?”

The unspoken question was why this, when taking a tumble in the hayloft is evidently too strange and uncomfortable to go through with.

He shook his head and seemed to realize that there was little he could say to make her leave. He had always been good at understanding that she was hard to stop when she got something in her head. She supposed that’s why he’d always been around to help her out of the situations that she got herself into rather than being around to try to stop her from getting into trouble in the first place.

“Please Anna, the sun is setting, the moon…”

“I don’t care Kristoff, I’ve been walking across the lawn in the dark since the first time I tried sneaking out on my own, you know that isn’t going to be enough to send me insi…” she didn’t finish because he grimaced, clearly in pain as he fell to his knees onto the dirt floor.

“Please, Anna… I can’t protect you from me. I’m trying but I…” his words were likewise cut off by a snarl of pain that seemed far too animal to come from his throat.

She fell to her knees in return, ignoring his protests and all put crawling across the floor to get to him.

He threw the key across the room, clearly panicked, but she knew as it sailed past her, that he wasn’t throwing it at her. He was tossing it away from himself. Anna swore that when he gritted his teeth, his canines were sharp.

“You don’t have to protect me from you Kristoff. I don’t know what’s going on here, but if this is some kind of twisted self-discipline for what happened in the hayloft… please don’t, I’m sorry if I didn’t understand but…”

“No, Anna, you don’t…”

He cried in pain again, his hands going to the dirt floor and scratching up large fistfuls of the Earth, his nails, like his teeth, appearing longer and sharper.

She was starting to feel afraid, but she knew that what she’d said was true. He didn’t need to protect her from him.

“You’d never hurt me Kristoff, but you’re hurting, please let me help… I’m scared.”

Her hands were shaking when she reached toward him, her hands settling atop his on the floor, her trembling fingers trying their hardest to trace soothing paths across the back of his hands that were far hairier than she recalled them being.

“Anna, I can’t promise when I’m like this,” he growled, “I can’t promise I won’t hurt you, I can’t promise I won’t take what I want.”

She didn’t understand, not fully, but something in her, despite her fear, softened at his words. He sounded even more scared than she was, but his fear was misplaced.

“You wouldn’t hurt me, you couldn’t Kristoff, not in any way that matters because you…” she shook her head, trying to find words that made sense despite the situation not making any.

“You could never take from me what I wouldn’t freely give.”

His back arched and the pained sounds crescendoed as his hands released the dirt and lightning quick, pulled her by her waist across the floor and toward him.

She was dully aware of the sounds of clattering chains when her eyes went up to meet his. Normally brown, his eyes had gone gold, his face was his and not because she knew in her racing heart that the wolf baring its teeth at her was Kristoff.

The rest of the change was only peripherally comprehensible to her. His nakedness was covered by hair and she could feel it warm and soft against her hands in the place they’d landed when she’d been forcefully pinned to his body. His hands were gripping her hips, his nails digging into her skin uncomfortably, but not painfully.

“I would take everything Anna.”

His voice was his own, spoken deep and rough from his wolf mouth. It was meant as a threat. She could feel his grip on her slacken as he said it, the control he seemed to believe he didn’t posses rearing its head, allowing her time to run now that she could understand the situation more clearly.

“I would give everything Kristoff.”

She hadn’t needed to think about it. Her heart was still racing with adrenaline, but despite the instinctual fear she felt, she knew she was safe.

“You can’t… You can’t say that, I won’t be able to…” “So don’t,” she interrupted, “Don’t stop yourself. Don’t make me think that I’ve imagined this… don’t make me wonder if you want me again.”

Kristoff was a werewolf. She was beginning to understand the nights away now. She understood why her mother had uncomfortably read them werewolf stories from her family’s handwritten folktales.

The growls he made were pained in a different way as he pulled her close again, his hands, large and clawed, pulling so hard on the outer skirts of her dress that she heard the fabric tearing.

“I want you Kristoff… just let go.”

He did as he was told, releasing her.

She nearly told him that it wasn’t what she meant, when he captured her again, pulling her with him as close to the wall where he was chained as he could manage to get, allowing his limbs the most range of motion possible.

“I don’t want to take you like this Anna,” he growled, “I don’t want the wolf to taste you first.”

Anna felt hot all over, he’d nestled her onto his lap and she could feel the press of his cock against her thigh. “Taste?” She leaned in close to his face and tried to imagine how he’d manage such a feat the way he was changed. She thought it would be hard enough to kiss him properly like this, let alone with the intensity that had him tasting her mouth in the hayloft.

“Your cunt Anna.”

“Oh.”

She felt like she couldn’t breathe. She’d wanted sex in the hayloft. She’d wanted him to claim her. She’d wanted him so badly it hurt.

Now the roles were reversed and she let her lashes flutter closed, picturing what that might be like with him, with him like this.

“I want your scent all over me, smells so good. You’re already wet, I know you are.”

It was true. She wondered if it was wrong that she wanted it, that she wanted such a thing with him when he was like this. She loved him, and she wanted him, and she would have him any way he would allow her to. That felt like it was reason enough for it to be right.

“Okay.”

He growled and it was the end of her skirts.

They fluttered around her in tatters when he pressed forward and laid her onto the dirt floor, one large arm beneath her for support before it shifted to lifting her hips, demonstrating to her more clearly than anything else, that this was her Kristoff, and he wouldn’t let her fall.

His other hand was busying itself making ribbons of her undergarments, and she was grateful that she hadn’t worn anything she thought of as a favorite item.

“You have to tell me to stop if you want me to stop, hell you might have to run. I’ll try not to chase.”

His voice was even more animal when he spoke of chasing her. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t stop,” she told him, “I want this. Don’t be sorry, just promise me you won’t hate yourself in the morning.”

“How could I ever hate myself for this?”

He adjusted their positions slightly and ducked his head to her raised thighs.

Sharp teeth nipped at her inner thighs, but she knew that despite that animal urge to mark her, to maybe even make her like him, he wouldn’t hurt her. There was an almost pleasant sensation of dull scraping as he nipped her thighs, and she cried out when his snout rubbed against her.

He gave little warning, only animal groans, when he started his work.

His tongue was large and rough as he pressed it to her folds, his nose rubbing her clit and making her shout with pleasure.

“Kristoff, god, yes!”

Spurred on by her enthusiasm, he licked and sucked and rubbed with relish.

It was so much better than anything she could have imagined on her own. It was better than how it had felt to touch herself for sure, and while she was still getting used to seeing Kristoff in such a changed state, she was able to let her eyes flutter closed and trust that he would make her feel good.

She was almost embarrassed by how quickly her pleasure built, how easy it was for him to wring it from her with just the right combination of tongue and teeth.

He lapped at her appreciatively, growling and nuzzling at her thighs until finally the beast in him seemed calmed.

She laid on him, his body insulating hers from the floor because she wasn’t going anywhere in her tattered dress and she didn’t want him to let go of her for even a moment. His form was different, but the way he held her protectively and kept her warm was exactly what she knew to expect from her Kristoff.

He’d seemed jumpy for a few minutes after she’d come for him, but she suspected that it had been a product of his restraint and form fighting for control of his cock. She wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to, but she thought that maybe it would be best to work through this situation before she told him to fuck her against the wall. “Anna, I… I’m sorry I’ve…”

She shook her head, sated and sleepy against his chest.

“You’re not allowed to be sorry for that Kristoff. It would be like apologizing for giving me a gift.”

The wolf in him was at least somewhat sated and the need in her was as well… unless of course he was offering her another orgasm.

“Anna, I’ve ruined you.”

She nearly laughed, but thought better of it.

“Kristoff I’ve been ruined for other men since you decided to stay when your parents left service last year. I don’t want anyone else, I want you… and now even more. You’ve been suffering alone with this for so long and I want so badly to make sure you never are alone like that ever again.”

She remembered the sounds of a crying wolf that often featured in her childhood nights. She so badly wished that she had known sooner, so that she could have been a friend for him then.

“I almost broke the chains last month… since you started giving me your attentions it’s been nearly impossible not to run up to the house and break down every door between us. I thought I would be worse this time because of how close we had come in the stable, but without the chase I had a little more control.”

“Why was it only close in the stable?”

His hands, sharp nails and all, were gentle on her back, tracing small shapes through the remaining fabric even as his arms held her tightly to him.

“Because you deserve better than a stable boy for a husband and I knew that if I took an inch I’d take a mile.”

She thought of how she’d seen him naked when she’d first walked in and she wasn’t sure how many inches she would have been able to take of him, let alone how many inches he had to offer like this, but  she was excited to find out someday. He could have her for every mile he wanted.

“I don’t deserve the stable master I want as a husband,” she corrected, “but if he’s willing to take less than he deserves, he can take me for that tumble in the hayloft tomorrow.”

He scoffed and despite her feeling somewhat certain that he wouldn’t be back to his usual self until the morning, he sounded a little more like his usual self already.

“You deserve more than a tumble Anna… I want to do more than just fuck you, and I want to do it someplace much nicer than a hayloft.”

“Frankly,” she said, nuzzling into his chest, feeling both like they’d done this all a bit out of order, and like this was the most perfect thing she’d ever done. “As long as it’s with you I don’t even mind the shed.”

He laughed and she begrudgingly removed herself from his hold.

“I’m going to look for that key. I think we’re not going to need it anymore.”

“Just move slowly,” he said, sitting up, “I’m a little worried that I won’t be so gentle if you run.”

Anna found, despite the newness and strangeness to this situation, that sometime soon, she would very much like to run. She thought, even more so, that she’d like to see what would happen once she was caught.

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My Favorite 2023 Fanfics

Instead of posting a master list of the fics I published in 2023, I'm just going to give you some of my favorites.

Knock on Wood (Kristanna, T)

“So, like, I’m not really a superstitious guy or anything, you know? But I saw this girl, right, and I’m about to ask her to dance.” He strummed a few times before stopping the strings with his hand and knocking three times on his guitar. “I don’t know, I figure every little bit helps. Couldn't hurt anyway.” A few people clapped and whistled as he strummed the opening to a song Anna hadn’t heard before. Then he smiled. “Maybe y’all can 'Knock on Wood' for me, too.”

I wrote this one for the FHWM Friday the 13th event. It was really fun because I got to set it in a time and place that is near and dear to my heart and I haven't seen many similar AUs. It's also a song fic, and I just had so much fun with it.

Pretty Please (Kristanna, E)

“Show me how bad you want it, Kristoff. Show me how bad you want me to spank you.” “You think I only want to sink my tongue into your $!@# so you’ll spank me?” His smile made her heart flutter as much as his words, but she tested him anyway. “Pretty men say pretty please.’” “You think I’m pretty?” he asked, each word punctuated by a sloppy, wet kiss on her thigh, "when I wear my lace panties?" When she didn't answer, he looked at her with lifted brows and puppy dog eyes. She cupped his cheeks and said, “You're not pretty, Kristoff; you're very pretty."

I wrote this one for the BDSM Exchange. It's not for everyone, but it's probably my favorite fic I've ever written (of all time).

Waffle Waltz (Kristanna, T)

Anna travels to Tromsø, Norway to attend her sister Elsa's wedding, and ends up renting a room with Bulda and her grumpy and resentful son Kristoff, who is the king of waffles. 1. Waffle, Noun: (1) A soft indented cake cooked in waffle iron; (2) Empty or pretentious words 2. Waffle, Verb: (1) Equivocate, vacillate; (2) To blather

This was for the Candy Hearts Exchange. It involved a ton of research and drew on my own knowledge of/experience with folk music and dance, and I consider it to be one of the best (quality-wise) fics I've ever written. I also really love the fun relationship between Anna & Hans.

Hey, Little Girl (Kristanna, E)

Loner Kristoff gets hired by cheerleader Anna’s parents to teach her how to drive because they’ve lost all patience with her. She isn’t what he expects, though, and when he realizes the feelings he’s been harboring for years are reciprocated, he lets down his guard. Then one thing leads to another... and quite possibly the hugest mistake of their lives.

This started as a driver's ed lesson and ended with a prom for Kristanna School Days. In between, I wrote Kristoff probably the most conflicted and tormented I've ever written him (other than Sophisticated Grace). And it was all set to songs by the Ramones! It really has it all, fluff, angst, high school drama, teen pregnancy, first times. Also some of the OCs were really cool.

The Chaise (Gaston x Adam, E)

Adam debates buying a small chaise longue at his local antique shop until he finds out it comes with an extra large delivery man.

I wrote this for my a friend, and TBH I'm still completely tickled by it. Adam seduced Gaston through flattery and it was just so much fun to write!

The Moment I Bit My Lip (Kristanna, E)

Anna shivered as she packed her suitcase. It was winter, the furnace was broken, and they’d run out of firewood. And Kristoff had run out of time. Based on "Love Me Harder" by Ariana Grande ft. The Weeknd

This was a reader request. It was a huge challenge because I tend to write more female-dominant stuff and the song lyrics screamed Kristanna, but at the same time didn't really fit with the kinds of things I usually write. So I had to get a little creative and I absolutely love that. Anyway, I came up with one of the coolest AUs I've written and I absolutely adore this piece.

Boom, Clap! (Kristanna, E)

A sharp pain sears across Kristoff’s face from the force of Anna’s hand slapping him to the present. Stars twinkle just inside his field of vision as he rubs his cheek, and his heart beats faster in excitement. He hasn’t felt this good in years. Until an irate voice says, “What the fuck?” Anna stands in front of him, angrier than ever, and he smiles a little more. “You think that’s funny?” she asks. The correct answer is no, of course, but the right answer is that he’s elated. He looks down to hide the smile he couldn’t make go away. That’s when he sees his brace and remembers his injured leg. The only pain he feels, though, is on his cheek. “I had it handled,” she says and shows him the red rhinestone-encrusted mace attached to her keychain, which her thumb sits on top of. He grins, and says, more bravely than he would have had he not been floating on Cloud 9, “Or you could just slap me again.” Her red lips slowly curve into a cat-like smile. She folds her arms and coolly leans against the wall. Her eyes glitter with mischief, and she purrs, “Well, now you’ve got my attention.”

I wrote this for Smut Week, but it's so much bigger than that. It was a monumental task writing about Kristoff, a war-injured vet, and Anna, the woman that uses pain to take away his pain, but so rewarding as their relationship turned into something so much bigger than h/c for them. It's two people bringing out the absolute best in each other, Kristoff healing in a way he never thought he could, and discovering that he was worthy of giving and accepting love. It's one of the most meaningful things I've written.

Rain Check (Kristanna, E)

Newly divorced Anna goes for a walk to work off some pent-up energy, but gets derailed by rain, a good Samaritan’s garage, and some really great D.

Another Smut Week fic, a follow-up to a cute little one-shot I wrote for myself last year (Future's So Bright, T) and wanted more of. I really love the way Anna and KB love each other. And Anna really goes for what she wants, but ultimately chooses herself and what she needs. I like this AU so much that I did a follow-up fic (Here Comes the Sun, E) and I'm also planning a 30+ multi-chap fic tentatively titled "And If I Change My Mind" to be published hopefully in the next few months.

Valentine Bear (Rydoff, T)

Kristoff gets some unexpected help setting up the Peeps Valentine's Day display at Weselton's Grocery Store when Anna, the assistant manager--and Kristoff's best friend--assigns Ryder to assist. Will Anna's Cupid's arrow strike Kristoff's heart? Or will it knock him down, along with his display?

I had this idea of Kristoff playing with Peeps and using his fake voice to talk for them. Who else talks for Peeps? Ryder of course! It's such a fun concept and I loved writing for them so much that I wrote a short multi-chap sequel (Mint Jelly and Onion Jam). Oh, and I got to explore Anna & Kristoff as adorable best friends and Anna/Hans (Alive and Burning Brighter), also a first!

Behind Adjoined Doors (Kristanna, E)

After seeing her recently engaged ex at her cousin's wedding, Anna sneaks through the adjoining door of her hotel room to have meaningless sex with Kristoff - because it’s not possible to fall for someone you can’t stand, right?

I wrote this one for Smut Week and it still tickles me. Cocky Kristoff is just so... he's a bro. Sort of. At least it seems like he is. And Anna has to open her eyes (and her legs) to see the diamond in the rough hiding right next door.

What's up for 2023? I'm working on a Kristanna Valentine's Day fic (short multi-chap), finishing up All Tied Up and Head Over Feet. Chugging along with The Refugees, and my new upcoming long fic "And If I Change My Mind," set in the Bandana AU.

[ericmicael]

The importance of Weselton and "Frozen 3".

"Queen Anna has a lot on her plate. She has welcomed Disa, the Queen of the small neighboring nation and her people to Arendelle when their kingdom is flooded. Disa is eager to learn about the scientific nature of magic.

Also in Arendelle is Lord Wolfgang, the Duke of Weselton’s nephew, on an apology tour for his uncle’s behavior. He very much wants to secure Queen Anna’s forgiveness and hopes to convince the people of Arendelle of the merits of trade with Weselton.

When a mysterious fire happens at the castle and the Spirits of Nature start acting up Elsa, Anna, and Disa travel to the Enchanted Forest to uncover the cause, where they discover mysterious steam-powered copper machines: automatons.

Where do the automatons come from and what are they doing? Who is directing them? Most importantly, how do Elsa, Anna, and Disa stop them from upsetting the natural balance of the Enchanted Forest and Arendelle?"

It's curious how Disney seems to like this character or rather how it likes any character other than the movie's villain, aka Hans.

Even the butler Kai had more prominence in the post "Frozen 1" than the sociopathic prince if you exclude "Disney Magic Kingdoms" which seems to be the only place that fans of the Northuldra tribe and Hans can see their characters being developed ("Polar Nights" had mentions of the tribe perhaps confirming certain events in the mobile game regarding ElsaMaren). But at least fans of the Northuldra tribe can argue that Disney only works seriously with the tribe when it has some Sami involved, Hans fans at the moment can tell that the prince is still doing the same thing he was doing "Frozen Fever " or that it was teleported into "Big Hero 6" (with that crossover from "Tangled" to "Frozen" looking like it's become canon I don't doubt that crossover will too if the prince remains absent).

But the Duke really is becoming almost a case in point. He is very present in the Frozenverse, having several encounters with the sisters and visits to Arendelle, and besides this mention where he talks about a nephew (I don't think it's the same nephew from the podcast, but who knows. Mari Mancusi has already rescued characters from the comics to include in the books so if someone looked at this illustrated book and decided to include the Duke's nephew in the podcast making the relationship between them less complicated I won't be surprised).

Also included were other Weselton members such as Leopold and Lutz.

I really don't care about Hans, but even I, who consider myself an admitted hater of the sociopathic prince, find this whole situation strange. Hans has twelve siblings, a background we so far don't know because he's hated by his siblings and parents (as I find bullying for being the youngest a very simple reason, I'd bet Hans is secretly a bastard child), and his own father is considered a being perhaps even more despicable than the youngest son himself. But does Disney prefer to create relatives of the Duke of Weselton instead.

Duke of Weselton was the villain that Disney decided to use when they decided to drop Hans from the plans. Probably because the Duke is comic relief which makes him more cartoonish and less real as some have argued would be the reason for Disney's prejudice towards Hans.

And I still can't consider that this podcast would be the "Forest of Shadows" from "Frozen 3" as some are considering, a prologue to the movie. The KristAnna engagement will take place in the Anthology, due to the date the podcast will come earlier, perhaps it will give a teaser of what we can expect from the future (I hope for the plot involving machines). And Kristoff's book as far as we know will only talk about Kristoff and maybe reveal his whole past.

Before "Frozen 3" I still believe that there will be something more relevant, but nothing happens after the KristAnna wedding (if I already think that Disney extends too much the night that happened the accident involving Elsa's magic, those months between F2 and the KristAnna wedding will be extended 3x times). Disney is not going to miss the opportunity to promote the wedding on film (even if the film takes place 3 years after the wedding) or in a short film.

A new book or even a podcast? Just not being another series focused on Olaf for me will be interesting. And preferably without other relatives of the Duke who I'm starting to get tired of reading and hearing the word Weselton.

[lelitachay]

Frozen fanfiction: Søsken

Summary: An accident in the North mountain forces Elsa to spend several weeks in her brother’s apartment under Anna’s care. And during this time, Anna begins to notice there are peculiar things about Elsa’s life she wished she could understand. Everything starts to make sense after a family reunion.

Modern AU. Kristanna - Frohana - Kristoff & Elsa BrOTP.

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If not for you

Leaning against his father’s car, Kristoff waited patiently for him to come out of the police station. Since early morning Kai had been trying to contact Anders or anyone at the police station who could help him find information about Marshall. For some reason Kristoff ignored, he’d had a hard time finding someone available when he called, forcing him to wait until things were settled in the office. And once they finally called back, they suggested he picked the information up in person.

Kristoff suspected his colleagues only wanted to find out the reason Kai needed it so urgently. It wasn’t unusual, after all, to check what the officers did when they requested information off the clock. Kristoff was thankful for that, especially since Kai couldn’t pretend barging into Marshall’s house was work related.

The wait at home that morning had given Kristoff enough time to explain to his parents everything he knew. He had talked about Marshall and his version of the story, as well as Elsa’s – from what he’d heard from Anna. He’d mention their quarrel in his apartment and why Elsa had finally made up her mind to go after him and talk. It had helped Gerda calm down and not worry so much, but for some reason, Kai hadn’t accepted his version of the story. He was convinced there was more to it and that had led to them quarrelling for a few minutes. Nonetheless, Kristoff had decided to accompany him – against Kai’s wishes – once the police station called. He wanted to prevent things from getting out of hand.

Even though his father was a down to earth and civilised man, someone who’d rarely use his position in the police force to get what he wanted; Kristoff was certain he wouldn’t doubt using it when Elsa was involved. After all, Elsa’s wellbeing had always been the reason he had seen his father stepping out of line in the past.

The sound of the big oaken door pulled Kristoff from his thoughts and he watched his father walk down the steps, still talking to one of his colleagues. “Thanks. I will,” he said, loudly. His tone of voice was friendly enough, but Kristoff knew he was tired of the conversation at that point. It was almost impossible for his father to hide how much chit chatting annoyed him.

“I've got the information that I need,” Kai then said to him. He showed a piece of paper with some information written on it, and before Kristoff had the chance to read what it said, he put it inside his pocket. “If Elsa shows up, call Anders.”

Trying to match his father’s stride as he walked to the vehicle, Kristoff said, “Wait, what do you mean ‘if she shows up’?”

Before opening the car’s door, Kai looked at his son over his shoulder and said, “You’re going home. Tell Gerda I’ll be back in an hour or two.”

“Kai, for the last time, I’m coming with you.” He watched his father get inside the car, ignoring what he had to say. He hurried to the other side and got in as well. “Marshall's not to blame for what happened. And I'm sure Elsa must be at the mountain. You know she spends a lot of time hiking when she's not feeling okay.”

“Let me ask you something,” Kai calmly said, as he fastened his seatbelt. “Have you ever seen Hålkesen lose his temper?”

“What?”

“Has he become irrationally angry in front of you or Elsa?” He clarified. 

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Yes or no.”

His father might have seemed calmer than before, but his patience was not nearly close to what it usually was. Choosing it was best not to get on his bad side, he decided to be honest. “Yes.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” He started the car and began driving.

“No, wait,” Kristoff said the moment the car left the police station. “It was an unfair situation, anyone would have reacted—”

“What happened?”

Once again, he noticed that his father’s questioning was calm and collected, but it only worried him more. “Westegaard had just fired him, he was mad at his son. Where are you going?”

“To talk to him.”

“Please, let's try to find Elsa without jumping to conclusions.” He had no idea what Kai had found out, but it was best to stop him and worry about one thing at the time. To his disappointment, he continued driving, his mind set on one specific goal: finding Marshall.

Not feeling comfortable with his father’s idea, he tried to call his attention, “Dad. Dad,” he repeated when he realised he was being ignored. “Da– Kai! What the hell is wrong with you? You don’t ever act like this.”

“He spent a few days in prison five years ago,” he said, not taking his eyes off the road.

“What?”

Noticing the way he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, Kristoff worried about the answer he could give him. He had to admit he hadn’t liked Marshall at the beginning either. Two years ago, he’d have been on his father’s side. But the man who had sat with him yesterday was not a bad person. A madman prone to make mistakes? Certainly. But not someone who was inherently bad. He was certain of it now, and he had to admit Elsa had been right all along. His sister knew, subconsciously, the way a bad person acted and behaved. Even if her social skills were below standard, she had a way of knowing; and she was rarely mistaken.

“He beat a man to a pulp while he was working as a paramedic.The hospital terminated his contract immediately.”

“…that can’t be right.” Deep down he knew it could certainly be true. Marshall had scared him that night at Hans’ house. But he’d try to make sure Marshall didn’t end up on his father’s bad side.

Stopping the car abruptly on the side of the road, Kai turned to him and said, “if you don’t want to believe me, save my time and get out of the car.” Suddenly losing the last traces of patience.

“Wait, Kai, please,” he said, understanding it was best to accept whatever his father was telling him, and be there for him just in case things didn’t go as well as he was hoping. “I’m baffled, that’s it.

Even if he knew his father was overreacting, Kristoff tried to put himself in his father’s shoes for a moment. He had seen his mother struggle with the idea of losing Elsa when the whole ordeal with the Arendelles started, and now he was seeing his father go through the same. The ‘threat’ was different, but their main concern was just the same. He knew how much Kai adored Elsa and what she meant to him. Kristoff may have been their first kid; the one they’ve chosen. But Elsa was the closest thing they had to the daughter they had once lost. Even if Gerda had tried to deny it, he knew they had adopted a boy not to be constantly reminded of their unborn daughter. A couple of years later, however, when Elsa came into their lives, they realised having a daughter actually helped them. And they allowed her to fill that place in their hearts.

“Let me go with you,” Kristoff said, hoping Kai would see he was honest about wanting to help. He was relieved to see his father start the car once again, and decided to stay quiet until he was needed.

---

Once he arrived at what he believed was her parents' house, Marshall hurried to get Elsa inside as soon as possible. During the car drive, he had kept a close look on her and noticed she was getting weaker at an alarming rate. The walk to the car from his cabin had only worsened her condition, even if he had been supporting her weight the whole time.

"Els? We're here," he said when he opened her door. She was with her eyes tightly closed and she kept the blanket as close to her as possible. "Come on, let me—" He tried to help her move but she put her hand over his. To his surprise, her hand wasn’t cold as it usually was.

"I don't feel so good." Her voice was soft and he wasn't sure if she was mumbling so as not to worsen her headache or if the fever was making her struggle with her words.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"

Glassy eyes looked back at him with determination, and Marshall couldn't believe she'd put up a fight against the idea even in her state. "I can't. I want to go home."

"Okay." It was against his better judgement, but he still took her words as a command. Help me get home. He'd do that for her and then he'd try to convince her family. "Let me help you get inside."

She struggled to move even in the slightest, and Marshall helped her support her weight again. He made sure there wasn't any ice or snow around her, and they began walking. They were a few steps away from the front door when Elsa spoke again, surprising him.

"They're mad at me," she said, her voice almost too low for him to hear.

"Who?"

"Kai and Gerda," she said, with a dry laugh. "I keep lying to them, but they already know I can't control my powers."

"I’m sure they aren’t mad at you." He had no idea what else to say. He barely knew her family, after all. But he was certain it was the fever speaking, and it wasn’t something she believed. "Come on."

"Am I snowing?"

He checked again, making sure there wasn't a trail of snow behind them. He took the opportunity to make sure there weren't any neighbours looking at them. "No. Don't worry about it."

"It should be snowing."

"You’re not snowing," he repeated, hoping she'd help him and walk the short distance to the door.

"I’ve got to—" She stopped abruptly and looked at him. "I think I need the snow."

"Elsa, you’re not making much sense. Please, walk. I can’t pick you up right now." His injured arm stopped him from carrying her the rest of the way, and so he gave a few long strides forcing Elsa to follow.

“I wouldn’t even find the door,” Elsa said when they finally reached the main door.

“What?”

“Without you.” She leaned onto him. “Thank you.”

He smiled and hugged Elsa close with his good arm, trying to offer some comfort. He then knocked and they waited in silence for someone to open.

"Mrs Bjorgman, I—" He tried to explain the situation as soon as the door opened, but Gerda was quick to react when her eyes fell on her sick daughter.

"Oh my God! What's going on?"

"Elsa's not feeling well. She's got a temperature. The options were taking her to the ER or here, and she insisted I brought her here."

"Temperature?" she asked, still trying to understand who he was and why Elsa’s eyes couldn’t stay focused. She then put her hand on Elsa's forehead to check it for herself. "My goodness, child. You’re burning!"

Elsa leaned on her mother for support when she felt her hand on her face. Gerda tried to stabilise her, but Elsa fell on her arms as dead weight.

"Easy," Marshall said, holding Elsa again and preventing both women from falling to the ground. "Let me help you get to a chair. Don’t crush your mother."

"Over the sofa, please," Gerda said. She closed the door and was soon by Marshall's side. "What happened?"

"Her hand is badly infected." It was a good thing he had met Gerda once before, since it helped him talk and explain himself, overcoming the awkwardness of the situation. "She wasn’t feeling well when she woke up this morning. I suggested she rest for a few more hours but it didn't help. It was a moderate fever an hour ago, but now I’m not so sure."

Gerda sat by Elsa's side and placed her hand on her forehead once again. She grimaced at the heat radiating from her daughter. "How high?" 

"Thirty-nine degrees."

"Thirty-nine?" Gerda exclaimed, turning to look at him.

Surprised by her worried expression he said, “It’s high but there’s no reason to alarm.”

"This is not moderate. Elsa's body temperature is a degree or two lower than average." She moved Elsa's wet bangs away from her eyes and called her name. Elsa opened her eyes and did her best to hold her mother's gaze. Gerda offered her a small reassuring smile in return.

Had he known before, he would have done things differently. He felt like an idiot for letting Elsa convince him she was okay when the opposite was clear. Elsa's fever had been affecting her a lot more than he expected and now he understood why.

"Please keep an eye on her." Gerda's voice distracted him from his thoughts and by the time he nodded his head, she had already disappeared through a door.

Marshall sat down next to her and he apologised for not helping her sooner. Elsa's unfocused eyes looked at him for a brief moment and she smiled, making him feel better. At least for a short moment.

"Gerda?" she asked, and Marshall's worry increased. She was losing track of simple events going on around her.

"She’ll be back in a moment," Marshall said, caressing her back.

"I’ve got to—"

"Whatever it is you're thinking, you won't." Marshall ordered, putting his hand on her shoulder and stopping her from going after Gerda. He knew she wouldn't go far in her state, but the last thing he needed was for her to fall face first onto the ground.

"I found some antipyretic drugs," Gerda announced as she returned to the living room with a first-aid kit and a cold compress in her hands.

Marshall watched her tend to Elsa, offering a pill and some water that she reluctantly accepted. "Mrs Bjorgmam—”

“Gerda,” she reminded him. “Please, call me Gerda.”

He nodded, understanding her request, and continued, “Elsa insisted I brought her here, but I think it'd be best to take her to the ER. I've got my car outside."

"Don't worry,” Gerda said, patting his knee. “I'll call Nielsen. He'll know what to do."

"Nielsen…" He remembered the name clearly. He had been the director at the hospital the time he had worked there. A respectable doctor who had great knowledge and a calmness he envied. "You mean Dr. Nielsen? Isn't he retired?"

"He still treats some special patients." Gerda explained as she placed the cold compress on Elsa's neck, making her shiver. When she tried to get away from the cold, Gerda stopped her. "I need to lower your temperature."

"How can you stand this every day?" Elsa asked, her eyes tightly shut.

"What, dear?"

"The cold. It's unbearable." She breathed out.

Gerda and Marshall's eyes softened. They couldn't really imagine what it was for her to start feeling the cold so suddenly. Her body was a puzzle they couldn't comprehend and it made helping her a lot more complicated.

"It isn't always like this, sweetheart." Gerda moved the compress to make sure it didn't fall when Elsa’s body trembled, and so she asked Marshall to hold it while she called Nielsen.

Marshall did what he was told, and even if he knew there wasn’t much he could be doing, he couldn't stay still. He wasn't sure if it was his instinct kicking in, but he couldn't agree with Gerda's idea. He wanted to pick Elsa up and take her to the ER as soon as possible.

"Are you okay?" he asked Elsa when he saw her leaning forward.

"I feel sick." She said in between laboured breaths.

"Gerda’s calling someone."

"Am I snowing?"

"No," he said after looking around the room to make sure she wasn't. "Why are you so worried about—" He tried to ask, but Elsa interrupted him by pushing his hand away. She then extended her good hand in front of her like she had done the day before. This time, ice and snow didn’t manifest and a pained expression drew on her face. "What are you doing?" 

"Elsa," Gerda called after her daughter from the other side of the room. She was still in the middle of the phone call but she rushed to her side and put her hand over Elsa's. "You've got a high fever. Don't force it. You know it's no good."

"Gerda, I don't feel so good," Elsa said, unsure of what to do.

Sitting down next to her again, Gerda put her arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple. “I know. But, please, don’t try to use your powers.”

This seemed to calm Elsa to some extent and she leaned onto her. Gerda checked on her once more and then continued her conversation. "Yes, I'm here. It’s an infection… I suppose."

"Lymphangitis," Marshall said. He remembered a case he had helped treat while he was still working in the hospital.

"What?"

"Check her arm."

Gerda did and noticed the red streak that contrasted clearly with Elsa’s pale skin. "Jonnas, please, I need you to come check on her," she begged. "She’ll need antibiotics as soon as possible. No. No snow, she just took a pill. I know. I know. We will."

Hanging up the phone, she turned to him and said, "he said he's coming." Noticing her daughter was almost asleep against her shoulder, she sighed and asked for his help once again. "Help me take her to her room before the antipyretic starts working and the ice becomes uncontrollable."

---

"Let me know if anything changes tonight. I don't trust this to go smoothly," Nielsen said to Gerda as they exited Elsa’s room. Tending to Elsa had proven to be harder than they both originally imagined, and Nielsen wasn’t feeling too optimistic.

From the very beginning, Gerda and the doctors involved in Elsa’s case had noticed a peculiar phenomenon occurring whenever her temperature rose above average. As the temperature increased, the ice and snow would recede and leave almost no trace in her body until the fever broke, or it was reduced with the help of medicine. Her powers would then react on their own, beyond Elsa’s control, making things difficult for whoever was trying to treat her. It had been a nerve-racking situation whenever it happened the first few years; but with time, Gerda and Nielsen had learnt to deal with it and knew what to expect.

This time, however, the drugs had kicked in sooner than expected, helping to lower her temperature on one hand, but causing her powers to start reacting before Elsa’s infected injury was properly treated. Not being able to control her powers made Elsa more nervous and a cycle started in which the powers became more and more uncontrollable, forcing Nielsen to take more serious measures to ensure they could help her. To their disappointment, the only safe alternative had been sedating Elsa against her will.

“Call me first thing in the morning. I want to know how the infection develops.” He picked his pen and wrote a prescription. “Here are the antibiotics she'll need to take,” he finally said, handing it to Gerda.

“These are quite strong,” she said, frowning. “She won't like the way they make her feel.”

“It's either this,” Nielsen said, pointing to the prescription. “Or admitting her to the hospital. And I’m certain you’d like to avoid that.”

Gerda couldn't do anything but agree with him. With the way things had gone just a moment before, she knew taking Elsa to the hospital would probably end up in disaster.

“Excuse me, Dr. Nielsen,” Marshall interrupted before the doctor had a chance to leave. “Was lying to her necessary?”

Marshall had stood by Elsa’s side when she had begged not to be given any tranquillisers, and he had only changed his mind when Nielsen convinced them both they’d only use local anaesthesia. As Gerda had expected, Elsa had fallen asleep in less than a minute, and Marshall disapproval had been obvious. He had remained quiet, though, refraining himself from saying anything at that moment. Part of Gerda felt proud Marshall was fighting for Elsa’s rights now that things were under control, and she felt guilty for not having explained to them what Nielsen was really about to do.

“Her powers can't be controlled. The tiniest mistake could result in one of us getting hurt,” Jonnas said, not feeling in the mood to explain himself. “Explaining the situation to other doctors or police officers is a lot more stressful than falling asleep, trust me.”

“I understand that but—”

“Trust me,” he repeated, letting Marshall know his decisions were not up for debate. “Oh, and, Hålkesen?”

Gerda could see his cold, sharp eyes glaring at Jonnas in disapproval, but still he remained quiet, limiting himself to answer his question. “Yes?”

“I don't know what you know about Elsa, but not a word to anyone. Am I clear?”

Gerda sighed in relief when Marshall nodded, his expression serious and trustworthy. It was clear that beyond his anger he could understand Elsa's situation was more delicate than he could comprehend.

Once Jonnas had left, Gerda closed the door behind him and turned to look at the young man still standing in her living room. She had only met Marshal briefly once; and now, there he was helping her take care of Elsa and agreeing to keep silent about things he probably couldn’t understand.

“Thank you for your help today,” she said, honestly. “You did the right thing by bringing her home.”

“This isn't the first time things like this have happened, is it?”

“You mean the infection?” Gerda said, as she began tidying up the living room. The first thing she did was fold Marshall’s blanket and lay it neatly on a small table, then she continued with her first-aid kit. Keeping busy helped her order her thoughts about everything that had happened since Elsa showed up at her door that rainy Sunday.

“I meant having Nielsen take care of her instead of going to the hospital.”

“Sadly, no,” she admitted. There was no point in keeping information from him at that point. After all, he had helped not only Elsa, but Jonnas and her too with everything they needed. “You may have noticed that taking care of Elsa is… ”

“Extremely complicated?” he said with a dry laugh.

Gerda nodded her head and felt grateful that he was understanding their situation so well. It wasn’t easy to accept that Nielsen and she had avoided taking Elsa to the hospital as much as possible during those years. It even felt like they were denying Elsa proper care. Anybody could blame them if they wanted. But Marshall seemed mature enough to understand it was for the best. “We try to avoid going to crowded places for this reason. You never know who could find out about her… abilities and try to harm her.”

“Why would anyone try to harm her?” he asked, in deep thought. Gerda found it endearing that he couldn’t comprehend why someone would try to do it. It let her see the person he was underneath and made her happy to know Elsa had found a good man in that lonely mountain.

“I need to stay alert in case Elsa needs me. Would you like to keep me company while I wait for her to wake up?” She offered, hoping he’d accept. She was dying to meet him and see what had become of little Hålkesen after so many years. Part of her was hoping he’d remembered who she was.

“I thought you wouldn’t let me stay…”

“I'm sure Elsa would love to see you after everything you did.” She enjoyed watching him turn a deeper shade of red and she understood why Anna loved pestering Elsa so much about the mountaineer. “Please, stay. I’d like to talk to you if that's okay.”

---

For the next two hours, Marshall and Gerda stayed in the living room, keeping a close look on Elsa’s open door as they talked. From time to time one of them would take turns checking on her, even though they knew it would be a couple of hours until she woke up.

Talking to Marshall had been awkward at first, since their main topic of conversation was sleeping peacefully. However, Gerda had soon found a way to win him over by telling him who she was and what she remembered about his childhood and family. And to her surprise, as soon as he realised who she was, his shy and overly polite demeanour began to change. He became more talkative and even excited to mention a few things he remembered about her. He had spoken about her raspberry pies and even admitted to having lain in wait for her to show up at Oaken’s shop to offer her his help. Carrying groceries to get some pie in exchange was one of the things he loved about summer time.

Gerda had been delighted to know he still held her in high esteem, even if he hadn’t known her name. His whole life he had called her the “Pie lady” and that made Gerda extremely happy for some reason.

“How come you didn’t realise Elsa was my daughter?””

“I was a kid at the time,” he said with a sheepish smile. “I had no idea what your real name was or what you did for a living. All I remember was you spent some summers at the mountain and at the time you didn’t have kids who’d play with me.”

“What about the cottage?”

“They all looked the same when I was seven.”

“Well, it's true you were only a kiddo—” she began to say, but she got distracted by the sound of a key opening the front door.

Kai entered the house and only then did she remember the heated argument Kristoff and Kai had shared that very morning about Marshall. Everything that happened with Elsa had made her forget about her husband and son’s whereabouts and the fact they were after the man sitting next to her. She felt stupid for not trying to contact them, or at least let the police station Elsa was home, so they could use the radio to contact Kai.

"Gerda," he said as soon as he locked eyes with her. "I need your help—" He stopped as soon as he saw Marshall sitting by her side, and Gerda stood up, knowing he’d react before he thought things through.

"What are you doing here?” Kai asked, not giving Gerda a chance to say anything. And even she felt uncomfortable by the angered stare that he sent Marshall.

The young man stood up and looked at him unsure of what to do. Something told her he was waiting for her to do or say something first. She took a step forward and blocked Kai’s path. “Before you do or say anything, there’s something you need to know…”

Ignoring his wife’s request, he took a few steps closer to them all the time keeping his eyes fixed on Marshall. “Where is Elsa? You’re the last person she was seen with, and now—”

“Keep your voice down,” Gerda interrupted. She put a hand over his chest to try and calm him down. “She’s here. She wasn’t feeling well and so he brought her home.”

“Here?” Kai looked over Gerda’s head and in the direction of Elsa’s bedroom. The door that usually remained closed was now open.

“What happened?” Kristoff asked behind his father and only then she realised her son was there with them.

“She had a high fever. The wound in her hand is badly infected.”

“Bad enough for her to be in bed?” Kai asked, sceptical, his eyes falling on Marshall once again.

“Yes,” she said with a tired sigh. “Nielsen left an hour or so ago.” She knew there was a lot more she’d need to explain to them both, but all it mattered now was making sure Kai stopped targeting Marshall over something that was beyond his responsibility. 

Walking past her, Kai stood in front of Marshall and asked, “What happened between Elsa and you? And where have you been?”

“Dad, for goodness sake,” said Krisotff exasperatedly. It was clear he had dealt with his father’s anxiousness all afternoon, and he had no more patience left. “He brought Elsa home. That’s all that matters.”

“You were looking for us?” Marshall asked, unsure why he was suddenly on Bjorgman’s bad side.

“I'm talking about the accident on Saturday.” Kai said, turning around to make sure Kristoff understood what he was talking about. “Elsa doesn't lose control of her powers that easily. He must have done something to her. And she wouldn’t disappear on her own either.”

Gerda paid close attention to the two young men and noticed the confused look they shared with each other. It was more than obvious they both agree Elsa disappearing was more common than Kai realised. Even Gerda herself knew that.

“I have no idea where Elsa’s been. And as I said the other day, I didn’t do anything.” Marshall said, annoyed he had become Kai’s scapegoat. “I told you to talk to Elsa the other night.”

“Look,” Kai said, taking a step closer to Marshall. “The realisation Elsa had hurt you got me by surprise the other day. I was desperate to come here and check on her. That’s why Anders and I let you off the hook easily. But I need an explanation now. A real one. What happened between you two?”

“I didn't hurt her.” Marshall’s seriousness left no place for an argument and Gerda worried it wouldn’t sit well with her husband.

“You had a fight. That much is clear.” Kai said with unfounded certainty. “The two of you ended up being hurt.” His voice steadily rose up and he pointed to Marshall’s injured arm to make his point clearer. “There was blood everywhere… Don’t try to minimise whatever it is you did!”

Marshall frowned at him. “I didn’t hurt her and we didn’t have a fight. Elsa and I—” 

“Elsa did whatever was in her power to avoid you these last few days.”

“That isn't true!” Marshall spat, and Gerda could see the hurt in his eyes behind his anger. Kai wouldn't let Marshall explain himself and Gerda felt it was unfair.

“Okay. Enough of this. Stop.” Kristoff said, putting himself in between the two of them. “Elsa made a mistake, all right?" he said to his father. "She got hurt and lost control. Marshall got hurt because of it and ended up getting caught in all this mess.”

"Is that good enough for you? Or are you going to call your ridiculous partner to help you interrogate me?" Marshall barked, unable to control the anger he felt.

"For fuck’s sake, mate," Kristoff complained, pushing Marshall slightly to keep him at bay. "Shut up and let me talk."

Kai held Marshall's gaze until he decided it was best to deal with the mountaineer at some other time. Walking towards the door, he opened it wide and ordered, "I want you out of the house. Now."

"Kai, there’s no reason to—" Gerda tried to intervene.

"It’s okay, Gerda," Marshall said, his voice softer than before. "Thank you for your hospitality."

She watched him walk out the door and Gerda felt incredibly bad for him. She had seen the concern in his eyes when he brought Elsa home. She had seen the way her daughter relied on him when she was feeling weak or threatened, and that was enough for her to know he was incapable of hurting her. Not thinking twice about it, Gerda went after him.

She looked around and noticed the door of an old SUV closing with a loud bang. She got closer and saw Marshall hitting the steering wheel repeatedly. He was letting out his frustration on the car and Gerda thought it was best to stop him. She knocked on his window, and waited, hoping he'd listen to her.

When he finally turned to look at her, his tearful eyes made Gerda regret not saying something sooner. She knew she should’ve stopped Kai from throwing all the blame on him when they were all inside the house. "Please, open the door," Gerda said with a small, apologetic smile.

He didn't say anything; but to her relief, he rolled down the window and waited.

"I beg you to forgive my husband," she said even though she knew he wouldn't, at least not that night. "I know you care about Elsa and I can't thank you enough for that."

He looked at her for a moment, only to nod his head twice.

"I'll make sure she calls you once she wakes up."

He ended up thanking her for coming after him and he made her promise she’d let him know if Elsa needed help. She did and asked for his phone number. She then bid him goodbye and watched him go.

When Gerda got into the house, Kai informed her Kristoff was in Elsa’s room. They both had argued when she had left the house after Marshall, and Kristoff had chosen to go spend some time with his sister, even if she was still asleep.

Understanding her son’s feelings, she picked Marshall’s blanket that had been left forgotten on the small table and walked to Elsa’s room as well. She wanted to spend the rest of the evening with both her children and let Kai on his own, thinking about the things he had done wrong.

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I think I like this chapter better than chapter 42. I personally didn’t like the way the previous one turned out and there are a few things I’d like to change (about my writing, not the plot itself), but I thought it was best to continue the story rather than start making small changes here or there.

I hope you enjoy this chapter as well as the ones before. Several things I opened over 10 chapters ago are starting to come together and that might make these following chapters kind of convoluted. I hope that doesn’t make them too slow paced, but I want to start closing things, you know.

You may have noticed that Kai may seem sort of OCC in this chapter. But I did it on purpose. See, I like to think of him as that kind of person who’s calm and collected until the day the people he cares about are in “danger”, even if the danger is created by his own anxiety. I think all the stress about seeing his daughter so out of sorts finally got to him. I also revealed a bit more why Kai and Gerda are so overprotective of Elsa all the time — besides the obvious reason that’s Elsa’s past, of course. When I began this story I wanted to give every character a “backstory” of their own, and now you know more about Kai’s and Gerda’s.

As always, let me know what you think of this chapter as well as the rest. Your opinions always help me know what I’m doing right and wrong, so keep them coming.

Hope you guys are doing perfectly well! Read you soon.

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She Ain't Gotta Do Much - 15

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: M WC: 4688

Chapter Index

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TEN YEARS LATER

Anna was oddly nervous.  It was weird.  She usually never lacked any confidence in forging ahead with things that she wanted.   So why was she having anxiety over marrying the love of her life?

Well, unofficially, anyway.

*****

They’d actually gone down to the courthouse the day after Anna found out they were going to have a baby and got married.  On paper.  They had talked long into the night and decided that they wanted to officially have that with them as they forged ahead with their new chapter.  Anna wanted his last name and he wanted to wear a ring too.

A party came late the next year, when their son was only a few months old.   Everyone gave them their congratulations and well wishes.  But it was just that, a party.

It had been at his parents’ local community hall and catered wonderfully by Tony.  The man was so happy with the renovations to his deli, and how well his business had been doing since then, he supplied their food without charging them a thing, as a thank you for the wonderful work that they had done.

Years later, after having a daughter and another son all within eighteen months of each other, Kristoff had asked Anna if she regretted the wedding they never had.  She had told him that no, she did not.  The only thing that mattered was their family.  Only he could see in her eyes there was a bit of a longing for that right of passage.  

He had planned to surprise Anna with a vow-renewal on their fifth wedding anniversary, when Sven’s Mama passed away.  It sucked the life out of that time and Kristoff knew it wasn’t going to happen.  Then came lucky anniversary number seven and Anna thought she was pregnant again.  It turned out she wasn’t.  Work and the kids had been stressing her out a bit too much and she just missed a cycle.  Pregnancy test and doctors confirmed it.  And Kristoff made her take some time off and they had cleared up the issues causing stress at work and she was right back to normal after that.

That scare had been enough however, for Kristoff to book himself a vasectomy.  It was not that they wouldn’t love to welcome another child, it was that the last pregnancy had been so hard on Anna and ended in a rather scary c-section.  When she worried that she might be pregnant again, she admitted to him that she was terrified at the thought of having to go through something like that again and having the worse happen.

Plus, they weren’t getting any younger.  It was a very easy decision for Kristoff.  Not to mention all the carefree sex they could have afterwards. 

Then time got away from him again, life came at them fast and hard, and he realized that they were very swiftly approaching their tenth anniversary.  For some reason, everything just felt really right about that.   He knew it wasn’t something that he could just surprise her with, wanting her to have input on how she wanted it, so he got her another ring in-laid with the three birth stones of their children with every intention of announcing his plans to her that way.

Which had to include another trip to Smugglers Inn.  It had become a traditional place for them to go to as a family to celebrate, as it had been for Kristoff growing up. He’d taken her alone, their kids over at Sven and Tilly’s to play with their two children. 

Their best friends, Sven and Tilly, would be coming up on their eighth wedding anniversary soon, as neither of them were in a rush back then to make anything official.  They enjoyed their time together and got married in Mexico, then welcomed their first child about ten months later.  That was the first time Kristoff and Anna had ever left their kids for such a long time, and while they had fun celebrating Sven’s wedding, they were eager to go home afterwards.

Inside the restaurant, at the table for two by the fireplace he always requested when it was just him and Anna, he had felt nothing but confidence.  This was not something he was going to get to one knee for, this was something he was going to sit there and say from the heart while he looked into the eyes of the person who had given him everything that he had every dreamed to have in life.

He’d spoken from his soul, holding her hand across the table before he actually reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the ring box.  Anna was genuinely surprised, and touched.  She’d tried not to cry too much, not wanting to make a scene to distract form their beautiful moment, except that to Kristoff, her emotion just made the moment all the more beautiful.  She had slipped the ring on her finger and looked back at Kristoff with that ever-present love in her gaze.

Anna had taken great delight in planning the renewal ceremony, Kristoff contributing his input where she wanted it, and the 10th anniversary of the day they’d gone down to the courthouse and gotten married, they had the ceremony that they’d always wanted.

*****

“Why are you so nervous?”

Anna turned towards Tilly.  “I don’t know!”

Tilly smiled.  “Aw, sweetie, I know how you feel.  I felt so jittery before I walked down the beach to marry Sven.  I swear my legs wobbled the whole way.”

“Really?” Anna asked.  She remembered the day well.  Tilly had looked gorgeous, her natural beauty, a flowing white gown, seeming like the had all the confidence in the world as she walked towards her future husband.

“Yes,” Tilly answered.  “Trust me, your legs might still feel wobbly, but when you look at him, all those nerves are going to go away.”

Anna smiled and hugged her best friend.  “Thanks, Tilly.”

She never did get to look much into planning a wedding a decade ago, so when she started looking for a suitable place to renew their vows, she started with the long-ago suggestion of the garden restaurant in the hotel that Kristoff’s adoptive parents were wed in.  Her and Tilly had gone down and met with someone who showed them around, and as soon as Anna saw the place, she knew it was the one.

There was a section of the restaurant, away from the built-in buffet stands, that the ceremonies were held in.  Small trees, plants, flowers and even a few little fountains surrounded the space, making it feel as though a little of the outdoors were inside.  Large skylights in the roof above, let in an abundance of wonderful natural light, making it seem as though it was a beautiful Spring setting and not the blustering winter weather it was outside. 

It was perfect.

They were shown one of the banquet rooms, even though Anna had already made up her mind, and then went over the packages they offered for catering and bar services.   Anna committed, and her and Tilly left with everything except the clothing and the decorating, all set up.

There was a knock at the hotel room door and Tilly went to answer it.  It was Kristoff’s Ma, letting her know they were ready.  Anna looked around the room quickly, nerves spiking worse than ever.

“Where’s my sister?” Anna asked.  She had been there a minute ago.

“She’s already waiting, Anna.”  Tilly grabbed her shoulders gently.  “Relax.  You got this.”

Anna nodded, and followed Tilly and Kristoff’s mother down the hallway to the lobby off the restaurant.  Her legs were indeed wobbly.  In fact, it felt like her entire body was shaking.  The women left here there, just outside of view, and Anna wondered what she was thinking planning to walk down the aisle by herself. 

She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to calm her shaky nerves, when a warm hand cupped her face.  Her eyes opened to stare into the loving gaze of her husband.

He gave her a pursed smile, eyes already filling with emotion.  “We should do this together,” he whispered, and leaned over to kiss her softly.

Every single bit of tension in her body melted away with his gentle kiss.  When he pulled back to look at her, Anna was more than ready, and gave him a nod. 

They stood by the entrance, waiting for the music cue, when Kristoff leaned over to her.  “You are breathtaking, by the way.”

She giggled quietly looking into his beautiful eyes.  “You are too.”

Neither of them figured they would be in traditional wedding attire, so Kristoff was in a dark grey suit that was tailored beautifully to his amazing physique, and Anna chose a knee-length, flowing, sea-foam green dress with a bodice top.  Kristoff also donned a boutonnière to match the colour of her dress and Anna held a bouquet of white roses tinged grey with black food colouring that was almost a perfect match to the suit that he was wearing.

The music started and Anna slipped her arm around the elbow that Kristoff offered her.  As soon as they rounded the corner, everyone stood.  Anna glanced at all the faces as they walked up to where Tilly, her sister, Sven and Enzo stood waiting.  Everyone they knew and loved were there, friends, family, and loyal past and present co-workers.  Their three kids in the front row, looking at them with that unfiltered happiness that children often possess.  It was just how Anna imagined their wedding might be and it was wonderful.  In fact, it was better.

They took their place under the white lattice arch that was adorned with flowers, and faced each other.  Sven stepped over and stood between them.

“Since this isn’t exactly a wedding, I can come up here and say basically whatever I want,” he started with his natural flair, getting a murmur of laugher from the crowd.  “And what I want to say is, we are here to celebrate the marriage of the two most loving and caring people you could ever meet.”

Anna looked at Sven who was getting emotional himself, and she had to look up and blink away her own tears.  Kristoff was in the same boat, and Anna reached out and took his hand in hers.  He gave her a firm squeeze in return.

“I am honored to be here as Kristoff and Anna reaffirm their love for each other by celebrating the renewal of the vows that they took a decade ago,” Sven continued, holding it together.  “These two people, are such an inspiration of what marriage should be.  They are both compassionate and understanding, devoted, supportive, and adoring of each other.  And unlike every other married couple I know, I don’t even think they’ve ever had a fight.”

The crowed laughed quietly again and Kristoff and Anna looked at each other with a smile.  That wasn’t exactly true.  They did argue from time to time, only they always laughed it off afterward when they both said what they wanted to say.  No matter the disagreement, in the end they saw eye to eye. 

“I’ve known Kristoff nearly my entire life,” Sven said, and he let go of the tenuous hold of his emotion, and his words were slightly choked by it.  “He is my best friend, he’s been a brother to me, and I love him dearly.  And I have never seen him as happy as he is with you, Anna.”  Sven looked at her and quickly ran his fingers over each eye where tears were forming.  “You bring out all the best things in him, Anna, and I love you too.”

Anna blinked back more tears and wiped under her eyes with a finger, trying not to ruin her makeup.  She hadn’t thought this was going to be as emotional as it was.  And she still had to say her vows to Kristoff, who looked like just as much of a wreck as she felt.

Anna heard sniffs from behind her and knew that Tilly and maybe her sister were teary eyed as well.

“Okay!”  Sven clapped his hands together.  “Now that everyone is crying, lets bring on some more tears, shall we!”  Laughter and a few sniffles came from the people in audience.  “Kristoff and Anna would now like to reaffirm their vows.”

They turned towards each other as Sven stepped back beside Enzo.  This was the moment she was most nervous about, speaking about her profound love to Kristoff in front of everyone else, even if her and Kristoff had both agreed to keep it short.

Anna said she needed to go first because when Kristoff was done with his she knew she was going to be a wreck.  She cleared her throat gently, glanced at her three beautiful children, and took a deep calming breath.

“I remember a day… ten years and one day ago in fact, that I took a pregnancy test and realized we were pregnant with our first child.  We were all still working so hard at growing the company, I admit that in the back of my mind I wondered if the news was going to stress you out.”  Anna took a breath.  Kristoff knew all this already, she’d told him that same evening, but no one else did.  “But you were not stressed.  You were not upset or worried.  You were elated, and excited, and-”

She had to stop and swallow the painful lump that formed immediately in her throat.  Kristoff gave her hands a gentle squeeze and an encouraging smile.

“You were immediately supportive of me,” Anna continued, her voice wavering uncontrollably.  “And you said you couldn’t wait to meet our child.  And that is the kind of person you are Kristoff.  The way that pregnancy was going to change work, didn’t matter.  The way it was going to change our future plans, didn’t matter.  The way it changed how we got married, didn’t matter, because you love and value family above all else, and we have the three most absolutely perfect kids in the world.”

A single tear made its way down his cheek at he looked at her.  Anna reached up and gently wiped it away with her thumb. 

“I knew you were special when we got to know each other, Kristoff.  And then the more time went on, I realized you were more special than even I could imagine.  And every day I look at you, I understand that I basically won the lottery on eligible men in this city,” she turned to the man behind Kristoff. “No offense, Sven.”

Everyone laughed, none so hard as Sven, as he wiped away his tears.  Kristoff was still chuckling when Anna began again.

“In all seriousness,” she said, “I feel so lucky that you are my partner, Kristoff.  I am so grateful that you came into my life.  You are the best husband, the best father, the best friend, and I love you with my entire heart and soul.  I am so happy, that I can renew my vows to you on our tenth anniversary.”

Kristoff leaned over and kissed her softly and everyone clapped and cheered for them.  Anna wiped under her eyes again as her husband took a few deep and calming breathes.  When he was ready, he finally spoke.

“I am going to try and do this without crying but I make no promises,” Kristoff started and there was a light chuckle from everyone.  “Well, like you, Anna, I remember a day too, over a decade ago, when I first met you, before we started dating when…” he paused and chuckled to himself.  “You know what, I’m going to keep that embarrassing story to myself,” he muttered, only not so quietly that everyone didn’t hear, and they laughed.

Anna giggled.  She knew exactly what he was talking about.  It was the accidental like on Instagram that pretty much got the ball rolling between them in the first place.    

“I know it!” Sven blurted, raising his hand, and everyone laughed again. 

Kristoff turned around and gave Sven a half-heartedly serous look, then turned back to Anna.

“Well, that kind of changed what I was going to say so I’m just going to wing it.”  He looked at her with a bit of an apology and Anna nodded, reassuring him. 

He smiled.  “Ever since out first date, I felt such a deep connection to you, Anna.   And like Sven said,” Kristoff turned and glanced appreciatively at his friend, “I truly have never been happier than I am with you in my life.  You really do bring out all the best things in me, whatever they may be.”

Anna gave his hands a squeeze, tears blurring her vision for how quickly they were now coming. 

Kristoff continued, “I truly feel that you are my soulmate, Anna.  I..” He paused and chuckled to himself.  “That first time we hung out outside of work, when you said I was cuter than a baby lamb…” There were a few aww’s from the crowd, and a loud one from Sven.  “I just… I knew we had something special,” he continued.  “And you have been there with me, right at my side, supporting me in every wonderful and yeah, sometimes awful, steps of our lives.  You’ve given me the family I’ve always wanted, and you…”

His emotion broke lose then.  Anna knew it would, talking about their kids.  Kristoff had no bigger soft spot than his children. 

He cleared his throat, impatiently wiping his eyes with his palm.   Then he smiled at her.  “Anna, I love you with all that I am.  I am so honored to be renewing my vows with you today.”

He leaned over and kissed her with the promise he always held in his lips, and everyone stood and cheered for them.  Then he pulled her into a hug.  Anna knew he just needed a moment away from all the eyes on them to gather himself.  She did too. 

*****

Kristoff tilted back the beer bottle and finished the last of it.  His eyes were glassy and his head was swimming a bit.  Perhaps he’d gotten himself a little drunk.

“You’re drunk,” Sven slurred.

He laughed at his friend.  “So are you, Buddy.”

Tilly and Anna burst into a fit of giggles from across the room.

They were all sitting in Sven’s hotel room to chat a bit, sipping the last of their drinks after last call.  Anna and Tilly took the chairs by the table in front of the window to talk and Kristoff sat on the end of the bed beside Sven.  Their kids were in their own rooms, being looked after by family. 

The reception afterward had been a blast.  There was a fantastic meal, music, dancing and an abundance of laugher.  It was perfect. 

It was made clear to their guests that they did not want gifts for the event, but to instead donate to their favourite charity, if they were so inclined.  Also in leu of gifts, a guest book was passed around where people could sign their name and write them a little message. 

Kristoff got to lead Anna in a ‘first dance’ of sorts to theirsong and it made his Ma emotional.  She rushed over and pulled them both into a fierce hug afterwards.   There was no ‘best man’ or ‘bridesmaid’ speeches, instead, it was announced the mic was open and people were invited to come up and say something if they wished.  There were a lot of quick heartfelt messages and a few people telling stories that left both Kristoff and Anna blushing with embarrassment.  But it was all in good fun. 

They had a triple layer cake; carrot, vanilla and chocolate, that Anna and Kristoff both had fun pressing into each other’s faces.  It wasn’t something they talked about, it happened naturally, and it wasn’t malicious in any way.  After someone took the picture of them ready to feed each other a small piece, they both just went for it in shoving the cake into each others mouths.  The result was fantastic picture of them both laughing through cake, looking at each other like they were the happiest idiots in the world.

And they were.

“What a fucking great day,” Sven said, leaning back on his hands.  “I think I might do something like this too in a couple of years.”

“You should,” Kristoff agreed.  “It felt wonderful to finally give Anna the type of wedding she always wanted.”

Sven hummed in consideration.  “I bet it did.”  He chuckled.  “As much as I know Tilly loves going to Mexico, I think I’d like to do something here so that the people who couldn’t fly to our wedding came come.”

“That’s a good idea.”

Sven was quiet a moment.  “I meant everything I said.”  His voice was quiet, barely audible over the girl’s boisterous conversation.   “You and Anna are truly an inspiration for any married couple.”

Kristoff looked at his friend.  “So are you and Tilly.  You guys are amazing together.”

“You think so?” Sven smiled gently.

He nodded.  “Absolutely.  Even thought you guys both rib each other all the time.”  He laughed.  “Your personality has rubbed off on her.”

Sven grinned.  “Guilty.”

“Seriously, you guys always have fun.  Always laughing and being cheerful… it’s awesome.”

“Thanks, Kris.  That… really means a lot.”

They both fell silent, eyes moving over to their wives across the room who were giggling over something else.  They were both so gorgeous.  So lovely, and lively. 

“We are lucky men,” Kristoff muttered. 

“You said it, Pal,” Sven agreed.  “You said it.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

DECADES LATER

Lorenzo Alejandro Moretti leaned over to the mirror, trying to tie his damn tie properly.  He hated wearing them.

His wife was putting on lipstick in the mirror beside him.  “Let me,” she offered, setting her lipstick down.

Enzo turned to her and she fixed the tie for him.  They both turned back to the mirror and his wife finished reapplying her makeup.   He looked at himself.  He was in his early-fifties, grey hair at his temples and a lot more in his stubble.  An old man.  Well, not as old as the guests of honor for the evening, but older looking than he felt, for sure.

Ever since he started that job working on his uncle’s deli – how he missed that old fool – he felt like life had truly begun to make sense.  He was so lost back then, not knowing what he wanted to do with his life, kicked out by his parents for not having any ambitions.  And then his uncle told him point blank he was going to school for carpentry and forced him to go and help the guy working on his deli.

He’d gone home that day tired and sore, but finally feeling like he found something that inspired him.  And it had everything to do with the man who’d taken a chance on him and not kicked him off the job site for knowing absolutely nothing, even though he was clearly stressed out.  It would have been all to easy to take that stress out on a green kid that day.

He felt he owed Kristoff a lot for giving him a chance.  And Sven too, for them keeping him on and putting him through school.  Giving him a life that he was proud of.  They had a modest four-bedroom house, two kids in college, took yearly vacations, and every day was wonderful and comfortable.

And he’d formed lifelong friendships with those men and women.  Most of them still worked there, some of them now working in the office with him.  And there was a whole slew of new young people just starting like he had so very long ago.

The company was on its 40th year in business, and had over three hundred employees.   Kristoff and Sven – and Kristoff’s wife Anna – had built the company into one of the biggest general contractors in the city.  It was now being run by their children, two of Kristoff’s kids had interest (his oldest two), and Sven’s son.  And while nepotism can be ugly in certain situations, nothing was handed to those kids without working hard.  Kristoff and Sven still owned the business.  The rest of them just ran it. 

Enzo himself was now the lead project manager.  Way back when he started, he never dreamed he could have such a job, and here he was, accepting the occasional afternoon off to golf when he was invited by one of the suppliers, and attending a lot of similar lunches.  It was strange, how much different the office side of things operated over the manual labour side of things.

And Kristoff, Sven, and their wives, always made sure to take care of their employees.  Their Christmas parties were always wonderful, the gifts and bonuses handed out were generous, they celebrated the people who hit milestones of being with the company, they planned company barbecue’s in the summer, they held charity events for local charities that the company supported, and they became somewhat of pillars of community by doing so. 

The company ran so well, that they were practically handed jobs because customers wanted to work with them.  It certainly made a lot of people’s jobs easier.

Enzo escorted his wife to her car and drove them to the same hotel that Kristoff and Anna had celebrated their vow renewals in.  He remembered that day fondly, when his boss asked him to be the other man standing up there with him.  It had reaffirmed everything he thought about the guy.  Truly, Kristoff, and Sven, were the best bosses a person could ask for, and had been the best of friends over the many years.

When they arrived, they made their way to the banquet rooms and found the largest one at the end.  It was almost dizzying the amount of tables that spanned the enormous open space.  Enzo found himself excited to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the company.

Near the front, standing and talking were the four people he was looking for.  Despite the years, they all looked the same.  Sven was mostly bald, and Kristoff’s hair was completely white, but other than that, they only thing that really changed were the wrinkles on their faces.

Kristoff noticed them approach and gave them a bright smile.  “Enzo!  Gabriella!  Good to see you both.”

He gave them each a hug, followed by Sven, Tilly and Anna.

The six of them chatted as the banquet hall filled.  Others gathered close to talk to the guests of honor so Enzo and Gabriella found themselves a seat and chatted with the other people at the table.  When the place was packed, everyone was asked to find a seat and the speeches began.  It was wonderful, hearing the thanks and gratitude and hilarious stories from everyone who spoke.  Sven had everyone in stiches, and Kristoff practically made the whole room cry with his honest words.  Then Anna led a toast of the two men with tears in her eyes and Enzo did shed a tear.  Gabriella too, sniffed softly beside him.  He would never admit it to anyone, but the qualities he looked for when he dated women were very similar to that of Anna’s.  It was why he fell madly in love with Gabriella, and he tried to be for his wife what Kristoff was to his.  Both of them had been an inspiration to him pretty much his entire life.

The dance began shortly after and Enzo had a blast celebrating with everyone.  In the wee hours of the morning, when the last call was given and the DJ played his last song, Enzo and Gabriella thanked Kristoff, Sven, Anna and Tilly, and caught a cab home to sleep the next day off.  His last thought before he went to bed that night, drunk and happy, was that he hoped everyone was around to see and celebrate the 50th.

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[wolfieloveswade]

Fun Facts About The Terminator Franchise 🤖

1.) Arnold Schwarzenegger says he prefers playing heroes rather than villains, this is why he wanted to redeem The Terminator in the Sequel "Terminator 2: Judgment Day"

2.) Linda Hamilton's Twin Sister Leslie Hamilton appears in several scenes of the Terminator Sequel, Judgment Day, she helped out as a stunt double as well

3.) Edward Furlong's first role ever was teenage John Connor in Terminator 2

4.) The T-800(the Terminator model that Arnold played), is the first Terminator to learn from right from wrong, when he sacrifices himself for Humanity at the end of the film, he had visible tears in his eyes, this was the first time a Terminator felt sadness and love

5.) The T-1000(played by Richard Patrick) isn't merely just a killing machine either, he genuinely hates humans and loves to watch us suffer, he is purely evil

6.) Summer Glau who played The TOK715 aka Cameron in The Sarah Connor Chronicles is the first Terminator to experience a range of human emotions, hunger, confusion, sadness, anger, jealously, she's even the first Terminator to say to John Connor "I Love You"

7.) The Matrix Franchise is heavily inspired by The Terminator Franchise, it's even been argued among fans that both stories exist in the same universe, some people have a fan theory that Neo is the great grand-son of John Connor

8.) The Agents in The Matrix are Terminators in their own universe

9.) Arnold Schwarzenegger originally auditioned to play Kyle Reese, so did Sting, the frontman for the 80s Rock Group, The Police, eventually, the role would be played by Michael Biehn

10.) Billy Idol almost played The T-1000 in Terminator 2, the role would eventually go to Richard Patrick

11.) Christian Symbolism is all over The Terminator Franchise, it's what would be considered a modern day Christian Allegory, Sarah Connor is Mary, Kyle is Joseph, John is Jesus and us the audience is the Terminator getting redeemed through the T-800's sacrifice(this making John Connor and the redeemed T-800, Christ Figures of the Franchise)

12.) The T-X from Terminator 3, played by Kristanna Loken, is the first female Terminator portrayed on screen, the second portrayal was by Summer Glau on the Sarah Connor Chronicles

13.) The Terminator Franchise is one of those stories that is loved equally by both genders, according to Michael Biehn, most of the Terminator fans he's meet over the past 40 years have been women

14.) Linda Hamilton trained with the US Army by choice to get fit for returning to the role of Sarah for the Terminator sequel

15.) Terminator 2 was the most expensive movie ever made when it was released back in the summer of 1991

[justfrozenthings]

Season of the Witch

Pairing: Anna/Kristoff

Rating: T

Words: 1,986

Note: I am very very late to this but this was for the Speallbound portion of the Kristanna Halloween Event hosted by @kristanna-days.This was originally gonna be a one-shot, but I have decided to make it two parts because otherwise this thing would be later than it already is.

Summary: Reeling after losing the love of his life, Kristoff will stop at nothing to bring Anna back. Even if that means trying to learn a little witchcraft.

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He tried to stop it. Tried to stop them from taking her; leading her to her untimely end for being accused of something that was a natural part of her.

Witchcraft.

 It wasn’t fair. She hadn’t done anything; hadn’t hurt anyone. She was kind    and caring and definitely wasn’t any of the names they called her

He remembered them still. Like they were a song cursed to plague his mind forever.

  Dangerous.

   Evil.

  Daughter of darkness.  

 However, none of those compared to the pain he felt for one name in particular.

  Seducer.

For some reason, the town had come to believe that Anna had put him under a love spell. Where could someone ever get such an idea? Well, that he wasn't quite sure, but he could guess that it had something to do with Hans, one of the thirteen sons of the head of the village after Anna had generously denied his advances on her telling him that her heart belonged to another.

It was not unnoticed by the village that himself and Anna were smitten with one another. In fact, there were times when they publicly show their affection for each other - though it went nothing beyond holding hands as they took evening strolls or holding each other tight as they bid one another good night. In fact, now that he thought about it, Hans was bound to have been aware of this himself. So why did he assume Anna was available? He assumed it had something to do with the fact that Hans was a cocky bastard who was fed the idea that he could have anything he wanted his whole life with just the wave of his hand. It also didn’t help that he thought Kristoff was the scum of the Earth that muddied the bottom of his shoes. What baffled him most was that when the town had still believed Anna was just a medicinal healer the status of their relationship never phased anyone - well supposedly except for Hans. So why does Anna being a witch change that perspective?

 He never heard of an accusation so ridiculous. Anna never entranced him. She never entranced anyone . The only thing she was guilty of was making him fall for her with her bright smile, breathtaking blue belle eyes, and all-around kindness. Everything he loved about her was natural, not magic - although he did love that part of her too. Every bone, every fragment, every inch of her he cherished. His heart belonged to her, and her alone.

 But, none of that mattered anymore. She was gone. Leaving him behind to pick up the pieces of his broken heart, but every time he tried the shards would just end up leaving his hands cut and bleeding. Because it was impossible to breathe to even live without her. Now, he was just a hollow shell of a person who once loved a spritely witch.

 —

He swung open the door of her small cottage that was tucked away in the woods not too far from the village; the glass bottles of medicinal herbs on the shelves of her potion brewing room rattled against one another. He slammed the door shut making sure to lock it behind him before he turned back around, head frantically moving from side to side as he searched for her.  

She was currently in the progress of brewing something of what he assumed must have been one of her healing potions.  

He ran up to her and grabbed her shoulders, eyes filled with terror and chest heaving as if he had just run a mile. 

Her blue orbs met his brown ones, brows furrowing, wondering what was responsible for the fear radiating from every pore in his body. Though she had a feeling she knew. 

“They know,” his voice trembled. “They know what you are and they’re on their way over as I speak. Anna-” he choked on his words, a large lump going down his throat as he swallowed down his tears. He brought one of his large palms and cupped her face, calloused hands from hard labor brushing along her soft freckled cheekbone. “Anna, they mean to kill you.” Tears began to form in his eyes and roll down his cheeks, unable to hold them back any longer. “Please, leave. You need to get out of here and get somewhere safe. C’mon,” he strained, letting go of her to go grab her cloak off one of the hooks near the door. “There isn’t much time. They are going to arrive here any minute now.”  

However, his fear only worsened as he realized that Anna hadn’t even flinched since he’d arrived. Something was wrong. Very wrong. 

“Kristoff.” She was awfully calm, given the current situation, though there was a tinge of sadness, he could hear in the sound of her voice. “I already know. I think it was the youngest Westergaard boy. He came up to me the other day asking for me to be his wife and was rather angry when I refused his advances on me and left in a huff. I’m assuming that anger drove him into telling his father. While I am unsure how Hans himself, found out about me I could tell he knew.” Finally, after what seemed like forever, she looked up at him; her eyes were brimmed to the waterline with tears, yet amongst all her sorrow she still somehow managed to smile.  

Usually, Anna’s smiles made Kristoff feel warm and happy as if he was wrapped in a big blanket protected from the world. But this one. This one she wore now was almost haunting, the polar opposite of the smile he grew to love.  

“Besides.” Her eyes left his as she spoke up again, eyelashes kissing her cheeks as she held back tears. “It’s too late for me anyways. There isn’t enough time.”  

Kristoff shook his head, his blonde bangs swaying back and forth with the motion as he strode back over to her with three large strides. He cupped her face gently in his palms once again. “No. No, Anna. Not if we leave right now.” His voice was broken, dejected. “Please, don’t let them take you from me. Please. I-I love you.” 

“Oh Kristoff,” she brought one of her hands up to his face as well. “I love you too.” Her lips trembled. “But, you have to let me go.” 

“Please. Don’t do this to me. Don’t leave me.” His fingers curled into her fiery hair as he pressed her face into his thick neck.  

“I don’t want to leave you. Believe me when I say this. But, I’m afraid not even God himself can save me from this plight.”  

Before he spoke another word, she sealed her lips with his. Putting more love into that one kiss than any of their ones prior to this moment. They didn’t have to rush things then, they’re time limit was infinite. Or so they believed that is, until this very moment. So she kissed him hard with every fiber of her being because she knew she would never get to do it again. Never again feel the plushed chappedness of his lips melded with her pink plump ones. In that one kiss, she was showing him how much he meant to her, how much she loved him, but she was also saying goodbye.  

In that small moment of silence, the only sound that could be heard was the boiling of Anna’s cauldron.  

     A rapid angry knock pounded at the door then, causing them to pull away from their kiss. Outside, the glow of torches seeped through the cotton-curtained windows followed by an array of mutters from those who waited outside the small house.  

“Come out witch!” The man’s voice, obviously belonging to that of Governor Westergaard, was venomous. “Daughter of Darkness! There’s nowhere for you to run!”  

With quick motion, Kristoff pulled Anna behind him, ready to protect the love of his life from the dangers that wait outside the oak door. He stared menacingly at it like it was some sort of ferocious beast. However, his attention was pulled away when he felt a small familiar hand rest on his shoulder. He glanced behind him to find Anna’s beautiful freckled face now devoid of her usual smile. Her eyes were red and puffy from all the tears that were now streaming down her face like rain droplets sliding down glass windows.  

No words were spoken. None were needed. Because with the look she now wore on her face, he knew there was no hope in trying to stop her. She would take the punishment, even though she did nothing wrong because she didn’t believe in fighting. Even if it meant she would lose her own life, she would never retaliate. Her heart was too pure and kind; something that he had always admired about her but right now…right now he didn’t because it was what was taking her away from him.  

She placed a gentle kiss upon his cheek before her hand left his shoulder for the last time. In his mind, he was telling himself to grab her. To pull her back to him and carry her bridal style as he ran out the door to bring them to safety. But his body acted against him, so he just stood there as she opened the door; watching in horror as the horde of angry villagers, that bastard Hans being among them, surrounded her and took her away.  

 It wasn’t until the mob had crested the small hill a short distance away from her house that he broke out of his stupor. Without even thinking his feet began to take after them, moving as fast as lightning.  

He could make it! No. He was going to make it! And when he did he would fight; it no longer mattered to him if he needed to result to violence. He would prevail and whisk Anna to somewhere so far away, people won’t even know their names. Her safety was all that mattered.  

But, in the end, none of these things happened. He was strong, but together they were stronger. It took three of the village’s strongest men to hold him back. The rest of the way to the village he fought against them, trying to at least make one of them release their firm grip on him. 

 “Anna!” His voice was shrill as he called out to her and shook with terror. She couldn’t hear him, or at least if she did she pretended like she didn’t. Probably to spare his heart from seeing her broken self. “Let me go damn you!” He kicked and screamed, but stilled as he noticed that the three burly men holding him back stopped. In fact, when he looked up from the ground, bangs brushing the top of his eyebrows, he saw that everyone had stopped. Surrounding them were the all too familiar houses of the village; it didn’t need much consideration to figure out just exactly where it was that they were standing. From the big open space and - to his horror - already prepared gallows, he pinpointed that they were in the village square. Bile rose in his throat at this recognition because it meant that they had already passed the courthouse. They weren’t even gonna give her a fair trial for her to defend herself. Although, he presumed that even if one was held the trial would have been anything but fair, so in the end, her fate would have been the same. He could try and stop this and he would succeed too, but she had told him not to interfere and his bond to her words was stronger than any ounce of physical strength he had. In the end, it wasn’t the villagers, her magic, or even Hans that took her from him. Funny how love can work out that way.  

[loonysama]

Haunted Arendelle

The Grandfather Clock

I meant to have this ready for @kristanna-days Kristanna Halloween Days - Haunted Arendelle, but here's an excerpt. Hopefully, I'll get the rest done by the end of the month.

Anna sat up suddenly and nervously scanned the room.  It was hard to catch her breath, and it was so cold from the sweat on her chest and back.  How did Hans sleep through that?

She wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, especially since Hans was holding tight to her pillow.  

Anna tip-toed to the living room, where Honeymaren’s team was sleeping, close to the fire that was somehow still roaring.  She hoped to find Elsa awake, but they were all sleeping soundly, curled tightly into their sleeping bags.  So Anna clutched her arms and tip-toed to the kitchen, which was always the warmest room in the house.

She was in a bit of a daze, and it didn’t occur to her to wonder why the fire was already going.  She filled the kettle with water and set it on the stove, and positioned herself in front of the kettle to watch.  She needed to see the spout pop open when the kettle sang, so she knew she wasn’t dreaming about the cuckoo clock.

“Hmhmm,” a deep voice came from behind her, along with the crinkle of a newspaper folding.

Anna turned, startled, her heart leaping out of her chest as she nearly backed into the stove.  Then she relaxed as the man took hold of her hand.

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t know you’d be so jumpy,” he said with just a hint of judgement.

His eyes were friendlier, though, and more concerned than the last time she’d seen them, which was to say, just barely.

He sat her down, heart rate still falling, and the chills took over from being so far from the fire. Then he took the kettle off just as it was about to sing.

He stirred in a spoonful of instant coffee and set it on the table in front of Anna.  It was strong and bitter, and Anna struggled to get it down, but she gladly sipped at it anyway as it filled her belly with more warmth and comfort than Elsa’s tea even gave her.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” he asked as he sat down at the table in front of her.

He stretched his legs out uncomfortably, waiting for her answer, but she didn’t know what to say.

“I’m Bulda’s son.”

Anna searched her memories.  “My… nanny?” 

She pushed her hair behind my ear and found her way to his eyes.  There was no jest there, no bullshit.  

He nodded his head, and looked down at his coffee mug.  She couldn’t tell if his cheeks were red from embarrassment or the warm drink set against the cold exterior.

She tilted her head to consider him.  “I do remember you.”

He lifted his eyebrows and scanned her face as if to discern whether she was just saying that.

“Christopher, right?”

“Kristoff,” he says, sounding a little offended, though not disappointed.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her face contorting in tension.  “I don’t really remember that much from back then.”

His expression softened and he took a sip.  After a loud gulp, he shrugged his shoulders.  “Probably for the best.”

“What do you mean?  Why?”  She leaned forward, eager to know what he knew.

He shifted his eyes and his legs away from her, and wiped at his nose.  “Well, you were so young.  And bratty.”

“What?” she asked indignantly, and pointed her finger at him in the air.

“Well, you haven’t changed much,” he said casually, and took another sip.

She frowned, but only so he wouldn’t know how funny he was, then she changed the subject very subtly.  “So, how’s Bulda?”

“Passed away,” he said flatly, then took another sip.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she said, and covered his hand with hers.

He jerked his hand back, and said, “Yeah, well, it was a long time ago.”  Then he looked away and folded his arms.

Anna stared at his face, searching for some clue to understand him better.  She had a sinking feeling that her parents were also killed ‘a long time ago.’

“So, then you believe me?” she asked, knowing she had as good a chance of him not believing as believing.

He roughed up his hair and sighed into hands, covering his whole face.  “I was there, Anna.”

Anna’s face hurt from confusion, not knowing which muscles to contract because they didn’t know which feeling to reflect.  Then she froze, and more chills crept up her spine all the way to her cheeks when she realized that Bulda had been there, too.

Kristoff brushed his hair back again, and observed disapprovingly, “I’m guessing fancy douchebag lawyer doesn’t believe you.”

She laughed nervously, and rolled her eyes to the side, before eking out, “I mean… not exactly?” She shook her head, not even daring to make eye contact with him.

“Figures,” he said defensively.  “You two…?” he asked, and waved a hand side to side to complete the thought.

She wished she could say ‘no,’ to avoid his censure, but the most she could muster was a small and quick flash of her eyes to see how observant he was.

He chuffed sardonically and backtracked with, “Never mind.  It’s none of my business.”

He thumbed his nose and shook the paper, then took a long sip, while Anna extended her arm across the length of the table and rested her head on her arm.  She eyed the shotgun that leaned against the table next to him, comforted that it would only take a couple of seconds for it to be resting against his shoulder while he looked down the barrel with one eye open.  Then she watched his eyes move across the page, and closed her eyes as she listened to his slow sips and surprisingly melodic “aaahs.”

She woke up to a loud chime from the foyer, and a large jacket dropped from her shoulders to the ground.  Kristoff, and his gun, moved swiftly to the entry to the kitchen.  

He waved a hand, and whispered, “Behind me!”

Anna picked his jacket off the ground and shoved her hands into the way too long sleeves, and lined up behind him.  They toured the entire front part of the house until he was satisfied they were alone.

She stood, speechless as he turned to her.  She was staring, and he opened his mouth to speak, but she blurted out, “Hans is my ex.”

His face relaxed, and Anna cleared her through to clarify, “Ex-husband.”

Kristoff strung the gun up over his shoulder and folded his arms.  Then he squinted, and asked with a shoulder shrug, “Does he know that?”

Unable to tell if he was teasing her, Anna shrugged a strand behind her ear, which burned despite the cold.

Then he stretched his long sleeves as close to his wrists as they could go, and adjusted his jacket around her shoulders so it covered more of her.  His hands lingered on the faux shearling collar, until Ryder plodded into the room.

Kristoff backed away before Ryder could finish his yawn to ask, “What’s up?”

Anna took another look at Kristoff, who looked everywhere but her. Her lips curled up at his fluster, happy for some relief from the chilly silence she knew would end soon.

She nuzzled into the soft and fuzzy jacket collar, and she felt safe.  Until the cuckoo clock chimed and the snowman popped out and danced in a clockwise circle, giggling maniacally.

Anna scrunched her eyes shut and ducked her head beneath the folds of Kristoff's jacket, not opening them until the strong arms suddenly braced around her upper back relaxed, and said, "It's ok, he's gone now. We can just relight the fire."

Anna came to her senses and backed away from Kristoff. "He's going to come back, though. And next time he might do more than put out the fire."

"And we'll be ready for him," said Honeymaren as she and Elsa entered the room.

"Ok, we've got six hours til the next chime," Honeymaren reminded them as she quickly flipped her pocket watch open and shut. "Let's get moving!"

Kristoff looked at Anna, unflinching and earnest, over his shoulder as he adjusted the logs. And she trusted his silent promise that this time would be different.

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For the writing game, 5, 17, 19, 94?

5. have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son

PLAYLISTS ARE NOT PROCRASTINATING I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. I cannot link any I have made because I, uh… don't believe in streaming music services, standing by my trusty analog media is another hill I will die on… but for most projects I always end up making some sort of playlist, even if it's only ever in my head instead of iTunes.

the unique aspects of music-- the way lyrics and melody and composition come together to be greater than the sum of their parts-- is massively inspirational to me. it conveys tone and vibe and purpose; it can help me see characters in new ways or remind me of certain aspects I really want to hit in any given chapter.

it's very easy to see the playlist I made for my massive Kristanna story because the chapter titles are all from the songs in the right order. writing Newsbees has actually been a bit of an amusing mental challenge in this regard, because while the Newsies soundtrack has PLENTY for me to work with I also have lots of other songs I would normally have put in the running for chapter title status, were I not trying to stay on-theme. I did end up making a little baby playlist just for my own edification, there.

Actually, this is a fun anecdote I might as well say now: when I first started writing Newsbees, I thought that every chapter would have an epigraph of lyrics of songs from other musicals, in addition to their titles which are all taken from Newsies itself. and then I realized that this was a) excessive even for me and b) distracting, so I took them out.

17. what is your favorite line you’ve ever written?

Can't pick; my style isn't really designed for me to be able to pick.

My sentences are meandering monsters or staccato fragments, and they don't really lend themselves to picking out soundbites. that's not how my brain works. my focus is always on how a sentence works within a paragraph, how a line of dialogue furthers the scene its in, rather than making any one of them stand out. I'd like to think that means I polish all of them to equal shine, but your mileage may vary on that.

Like, if I had to pick one, it would probably be the "Emerald brings the rain" bit from send 'em howling, but the line doesn't stand on its own. The whole reason it works is because of the meticulous set-up I put in front of it, and several paragaphs of set-up followed by the punch probably doesn't meet the definition of a "line."

19. what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?

Oh, goodness. You know, I'm not sure? I don't think my writing sounds at all like Douglas Adams but I can't think of an author I turn to more often for inspiration when I'm trying to find a novel way to convey an emotion or come up with a simile; the man just had an absolutely marvelous brain for connecting two seemingly-unrelated thoughts and turning them into the perfect metaphor. I haven't touched my H2G2 anthology or Salmon of Doubt in years, but that's the drawer I'm drawing from. Which means I'm probably actually drawing from Wodehouse, whom Adams was aping in the first place. (I have never read Wodehouse myself).

Jacob Clifton, who used to write recaps for Television Without Pity, is not a book or an author but was also massively inspirational in terms of the way I think of themes and turn phrases.

Honestly, though, I think the biggest influence on my writing lately has been other fanfic authors. I don't mean this in the terms of how certain kinds of fanfiction (like the kind i write, with all-caps titles that are song lyrics) tend to have a poetic sameyness to them and we all mutually decided that carding hands through hair and toeing off shoes are a thing-- though I'm as guilty of that as anyone-- but there are definitely specific writers I can think of whose thoughtfulness and accuracy when it comes to word choice, lyricism and cadence has affected me greatly. And I shan't name them here because then you'll all see my writing style for what it is, a clockwork automaton I've built using stripped-out parts stolen (borrowed!) from these other writers I admire and the illusion of my individuality and lone genius will be shattered.

94. do you prefer dialogue or description?

I will always be a dialogue-forward writer and consider dialogue to be the engine that actually makes the story go, and it will always be the thing I find easiest and go to first. See again-again my answer about characters affecting my style-- the way I learned to not hate description was to turn description into yet another way to write dialogue, by doing it in a character's voice.

[cecexwrites]

Okay so I am working on an idea for a Descendants fic that is currently spiraling out of control and idk what to do sooooo I am going to ask ya’ll.

The basic idea is that when Adam was creating Auradon, he came to Elsa who declined Arendelle’s participation in the uniting. Soon after, Elsa finds herself protecting the Enchantress who has run to Arendelle for Sanctuary as both a perceived villain and because she has magic, which Adam is trying to purge from Auradon.

so these are the choices

Option 1: Write it set in the early days of Auradon. With The threat of war looming over them as Elsa refuses to turn over The Enchantress. The romance would be Elsa and the Enchantress and this would result in me writing another fic that would probably include option 2 or 3. This option is mostly just turning the war into something that happened many many years ago and would give it it’s own full length story

Option 2: Gil and Jay are on their epic post grad adventure and end up crossing into Arendelle, something they don’t realize is against the rules. Oops. We get the events of option 1 in general flashbacks (and maybe a novella) and Jay and Gil end up held as ‘prisoners’. would probably be Jay/the son of Elsa and The Enchantress (Who will get a name, I promise) and possibly Gil/kristanna daughter idk.

Option 3: Relations between Arendelle and Auradon have always been strained due to the events of option one but now that Ben is king and he’s tearing down the magical barrier between Auradon and The Isle and he’s welcoming both Villains and magic back to the land, it’s time to try and repair that relationship. The Frozen Family travels to Auradon to do just that (The events of option 1 would again be addressed in flashbacks and a possible Novella) and I’m not entirely clear on what the ships would be here- maybe the same. There would also be a threat that they have to come together to defeat (Although I could hold off on this idea and maybe use it for the next generation idea?)

I do still need to actually sit down and watch Frozen 2 so maybe most of these ideas wouldn’t work after the events of that movie who knows. anyway, as of this moment, what do ya’ll think?

[extrabeurre]

DARKNESS OF MAN de James Cullen Bressack: Oublie ça, Jean-Claude, c'est Koreatown

Un pro de la gâchette à la retraite, que les événements rendent assoiffé de vengeance envers la mafia russe; un style visuel sombre et atmosphérique; des sous-titres ostentatoires : il n’y a aucun doute que le coscénariste et réalisateur James Cullen Bressack a été influencé par John Wick. En même temps, son film est ouvertement un néo-noir se déroulant dans un Los Angeles, plus précisément Koreatown, où il pleut curieusement souvent, avec une narration cynique en voix hors-champ, des affiches de The Big Sleep et In a Lonely Place sur les murs de la chambre de motel où habite le protagoniste, une intrigue aux ramifications plus complexes qu’il ne le semble au premier abord… Mais plus que tout, on se retrouve devant une vue tardive de Jean-Claude Van Damme, acteur principal et producteur exécutif d’un long-métrage dont il a élaboré l’histoire avec Cullen Bressack. Son personnage, Russell Hatch, est un ex-agent d’Interpol vieillissant, fatigué, alcoolique (« Just leave the bottle. »), avec un visage buriné de regret — du pur JCVD du 21e siècle. Il y a deux ans, Hatch a promis à son amante coréenne Esther (Chika Kanamoto) qu’il allait s’occuper de son fils adolescent Jayden (Emerson Min) s’il lui arrivait quelque chose, et c’est une promesse qu’il compte bien tenir, au risque de sa vie s’il le faut…

Doté d’un budget qu’on devine limité, Darkness of Man est néanmoins assez bien réalisé, avec un relativement bon ratio d’action souvent ultra-violente. Au sein d’une distribution qui inclut également Kristanna Loken (Terminator 3), le rappeur Sticky Fingaz, et brièvement Shannen Doherty, Eric Roberts et Cynthia Rothrock (!), la vaste majorité du film repose sur les épaules de Van Damme, qui livre une performance très habitée et mélancolique. Ce n’est pas excellent comme Lukas (2018), mais si vous êtes fan de JCVD, vous devriez quand même passer un bon moment.

Darkness of Man sera lancé en vidéo sur demande le mardi 21 mai. https://www.sonypictures.com/movies/darknessofman

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My Kristanna Halloween/Fall Fics

The Grandfather Clock (T)

There's a demonic presence in the house Anna inherited from her parents, who died in unexplained circumstances. Determined to sell it and be rid of the burden, she enlists the help of her ex-husband Hans and Honeymaren's paranormal investigation team, but she finds herself relying on the local sheriff's expertise instead. (T)

Iduna's Apple (T)

Kristoff had been giving Anna baskets of his best apples for her Harvest Day pies for years, but he was always too shy to express his affection in any other way. Everything changed, though, when Anna got a goat named Sven with a taste for apples.

The Headless Horseman, a Chilling Tale (M)

One Halloween night, Anna finally left her violent and controlling husband Hans and fled through the dark hedges, which were said to be haunted by a headless horseman in search of blood and heads, to get to her sister Elsa. While the headless horseman was only a legend, Anna's cruel husband was real. Will the horrors of the forest be worse than than the husband she left behind?

The Jakku Lantern (E)

It’s Kristoff, his Mandalorian helmet, and Olaf the Pumpkin King, against Raggedy Anna and Elsa AKA Maleficent, in a pumpkin carving contest judged by Sandy Claws Sven. Will Mando get a happy ending, despite the helmet that just won't budge, in this alternate version of the charades scene from Frozen II?

Ginger Sweet Love (M)

Anna and Kristoff get a second chance to tell each other how they feel when Kristoff shows up unexpectedly at Anna’s Halloween/Friendsgiving party. Let's hope 17 years later isn't 17 years too late.

Seeing is Believing, Hearing is Deceiving (M)

Anna Oldenburg lives in a 19th century fantasy world of romance and ghosts and is dedicated to preserving the memories of the past, while her somewhat estranged sister Elsa Frost, an ice cream artist, does everything she can to focus on the here and now. Anna falls for Kristoff, the building conservator and maintenance technician at the Victorian mansion hotels owned by the Oldenburg family, but her over-protective father Agnarr keeps them apart. Their lives get turned upside down when Kristoff discovers a skeleton in the closet. Anna works with Kristoff to uncover the mystery of the skeleton, but she'll need her sister's help to learn the secrets of the past that are the keys to saving Elsa's son Olaf. [I have plans to rewrite this one but it keeps getting put off.]

[fred-the-curator]

Darkness of Man: Quand JCVD Combat le Mal à Los Angeles Sortie VOD Imminente!

Darkness of Man: Quand JCVD Combat le Mal à Los Angeles – Sortie VOD Imminente! Pitch et informations Dans Darkness of Man, Jean-Claude Van Damme incarne Russell Hatch, un ancien agent d'Interpol qui a promis de protéger Jayden, le fils d'un informateur tué des années auparavant lors d'un raid qui a mal tourné. Des années plus tard, alors que des gangs impitoyables se livrent une guerre de territoire sans merci à Los Angeles, Jayden se retrouve pris au milieu. Hatch va alors tout faire pour le protéger et combattre quiconque se mettra en travers de son chemin, y compris de supposés alliés aux intentions douteuses. Le film est réalisé par James Cullen Bressack, à qui l'on doit déjà plusieurs films d'action de série B comme Fortress avec Bruce Willis. Au casting, on retrouve aux côtés de JCVD : Kristanna Loken (Terminator 3), Shannen Doherty (Charmed), Spencer Breslin ou encore le rappeur Sticky Fingaz. Les premières images dévoilées montrent un film sombre et brutal, avec des combats viscéraux. Van Damme, qui a co-écrit l'histoire originale, s'est beaucoup investi dans ce projet présenté comme un "film passion". Il réalisera lui-même la plupart de ses cascades pour garder un maximum d'authenticité. Darkness of Man sortira directement en VOD le 21 mai 2024. Le film promet de montrer Jean-Claude Van Damme sous un jour différent, dans un rôle très dramatique tourné en anglais, ce qui est assez rare pour l'acteur belge ces dernières années. Mon avis En tant que fan de JCVD, je suis assez enthousiaste à l'idée de le voir revenir dans un film d'action pur jus tourné à Los Angeles, là où il a débuté sa carrière. Le pitch de départ est classique mais efficace, et j'aime l'idée de voir Van Damme en protecteur bourru mais attachant. Après des projets plus personnels en français comme JCVD ou Lukas, c'est intéressant de le voir renouer avec un cinéma d'action américain plus roots. Les premières images et les déclarations de l'équipe promettent un film brutal et viscéral, avec un Van Damme très investi. Maintenant, il faut voir ce que donnera la réalisation de James Cullen Bressack, habitué aux films de série B. Le casting de seconds rôles est sympa mais pas non plus incroyable. Mais dans l'ensemble, en tant qu'amateur de films d'action old school et de la filmographie de JCVD, je suis curieux de découvrir Darkness of Man, en espérant un bon divertissement musclé et un beau comeback pour l'acteur belge dans un rôle taillé pour lui. Verdict en mai 2024 ! via Blogger https://ift.tt/Az6QGfp April 09, 2024 at 09:00AM

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The madam of purity falls

#The madam of purity falls movie#

Soon, Nicole uncovers the criminal underbelly of Purity Falls' wholesome suburban facade that will threaten all of their lives. Something is not right with the oh-so-friendly Courtney, who seems to have a grip on her son. When a young neighbor drowns in a pool, things start to get dangerous. Yet Nicole soon notices that something is amiss, with her son leaving and coming back at suspiciously late hours. Recommendation engine sorted out psychological, unusual plot structure, contemplative and tense films. Especially their rich neighbor Courtney seems awfully nice, quickly setting up Jason with odd jobs to support the family income. After the tragic death of her husband, then her son and daughter moves to the town of Purity Falls only to find the rift when he becomes entrapped in the. The list contains related movies ordered by similarity. First, the family is greeted by a warm welcome. It's supposed to be a fresh start: One year after the loss of her husband, Nicole settles with her young adult children Justine and Jason in Purity Falls. I just wish I didn't have the creepy feeling that one of his lessons is of the life-or-death variety.After the tragic death of her husband, a mother moves her teenage son and daughter to the idyllic town of Purity Falls only to find the rift with her son deepen when he becomes entrapped in the neighborhood maven's nefarious home business. On screen in Purity Falls her son Benjamin definitely has a lot to learn. Every choice and decision carries much more weight as I’m directly influencing my son." She continued, "I have grown exponentially from this experience thus far, and feel that Thor is my teacher & I am the student." Of the experience, she told Skynet, "Motherhood is the most incredible role I will ever have. But in real-life she became a mother to son Thor in 2017. You may have seen her in her element in films like Terminator 3 or Black Rose. Purity Falls star Loken isn't as well-versed in playing a mother on-screen as she is in playing an action hero. I shudder to think about what those may be. Benjamin might suffer the consequences of that. This is just a guess, but I'm thinking at least one husband is going to uncover Courtney's (Olivia d'Abo) business.

#The madam of purity falls movie#

With Beth Broderick as Karen, Millennials watching this movie will be a bit shocked. Kristanna Loken, who specializes in Action Girl roles, as struggling single mom and school guidance counselor Nicole. It's a thriller, and someone definitely falls into a pool after being punched at some point. Dawson Casting: The high school-aged characters are played by performers in their 20s, and it's pretty obvious, too. The Madam Of Purity Falls is definitely not a romance movie. But he's in the business of helping wives cheat on their husbands, so he definitely has something to be afraid of. "You don't have to be afraid of pleasure," one client assures him. Of course, his clientele is delighted to encourage him. It's going to take some - shall I say "training" - before he becomes comfortable with his job. You're not surprised, right?Ī peek at the trailer proves that poor Benjamin (Kendall Ryan Sanders) is surprised indeed. What exactly is this mysterious business, you ask? Why, landscaping of course! But this is a Lifetime movie, so along with trimmed hedges, the women can order up a man to satisfy their most impure desires. But names can be deceiving.Īs per Lifetime's official synopsis of the film, viewers are in for a story about a new widow (Kristanna Loken) who moves to the town of Purity Falls to reconnect with her teenage son and daughter "only to find the rift with her son deepen when he becomes entrapped in the neighborhood maven's nefarious home business." Hmm. That makes sense, because it doesn't sound like a particularly fun place to visit to me. I googled it witH all different phrases and the only hits refer to this movie. The name of the town sounds fake because it is. Then again, it might just deepen it.Īs the title of the movie suggests, The Madam Of Purity Falls is set in Purity Falls. Is Purity Falls a theme park? A mindset? A town? All of these options feel like possibilities, so I wonder - where is The Madam Of Purity Falls set? The answer might clear up some mystery. I don't know about you, but the end of that title sticks out to me the most. Settle in because Lifetime has some more thrilling melodrama in store July 20 with the premiere of The Madam Of Purity Falls.