#mentions of kristanna

[bigfrozensix]

One of the (many many) reasons I love Frozen so much is because of how much it modernises the Disney fairytale without completely throwing it over it's head either.

Like yes, it shits on the idea of love at first sight and how not to blindly give your hand to someone you barely know. But it also shows how there's nothing wrong with quickly clicking with someone and testing the waters of a relationship with them. And to the people who claim Anna getting with Kristoff "goes against the message of the movie", please, tell me you understand the difference between getting engaged and sharing a kiss...

It shows the importance of familial love, which is without a doubt THE main plot point of the (first) movie, without shitting on romance as a whole. Anna is never forced to choose between family and romance, her happy ending is being able to have both (this is also one of the reasons why I hate F2's ending, but this is a post praising F1, I don't have the mental energy to shit on F2 right now).

Also, I swear, if I have to hear one more person say "Anna chose Elsa over Kristoff" in the climax I'm going to scream. Anna chose Elsa's life over her own life by protecting Elsa instead of going to Kristoff for a true love's kiss.

Wheter that kiss would've worked or not is another discussion entirely, point is Anna assumed it would've worked, so she was totally aware she was giving up her chance to live to save Elsa. That is NOT the same as her "choosing Elsa over Kristoff" and looking at this scene like that is so insulting to Anna's sacrifice.

Either way, just give me more media about family AND romance, because too much media focused on family acts like you need to give up/not care about romance in other to achieve happy/healthy family dynamics.

[kristannafever]

Second Chances - 8

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: Explicit WC: 2584

Chapter Index

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A week later, Kristoff had the ring burning a hole in his pocket.  He was beyond excited to propose to Anna, only he wanted to make it special.  He called his parents to impart their help on that.

The first time they’d met Anna, they were trilled.  His Mom was especially happy that Kristoff was in a serious relationship, and as she confided in him later, with someone who seemed better suited to him. 

It wasn’t that they didn’t like his ex, they just didn’t realize how wrong she seemed to be for him until they met Anna and fell in love with her.  And Kristoff had to agree, knowing the feeling very well himself.  He was growing more and more grateful for ending it with his ex and not trying to talk to her to make things work.  His idea of a family did not include being a single father of a kid the mother had no interest in.  As much as he tired not to think about it, he did know his ex, and if he had mentioned that he was ending it because he wanted a child, she would have told him she wanted the same just to hang onto to something that had been over long before Kristoff put a stop to it. 

The family restaurant, like many in the area, was closed on Mondays.  Not the most romantic day of the week to pop the question, but one that suited his needs quite well.   And as soon as he asked his parents about it, they were thrilled to help him plan. 

They entered the empty establishment and the Matre’d, Chester, gave Kristoff a proud slap on the back after he locked the door and guided them inside.   He’d known the old man as long as he’d known his own adoptive parents and considered him just as much family as them.

It was all laid out in candles, and with the fireplace alight, the small space had the best mood lighting he’d ever seen.  Anna gushed over it, making his choice feel validated that he insisted the only illumination in the place come from a flame.

Their table, the same one they dined at the very first time, the best seat in the house, was decorated by a gorgeous bouquet of red roses.  Chester took the liberty of pulling Anna’s chair out so that she could sit, and then offered Kristoff the seat beside her instead of across the small square table.  It was perfect, as they both sat at an angle facing the wonderfully warm fireplace. 

Chester took his leave to allow them their privacy and Anna looked over at him with shimmering eyes.

He chuckled.  “You know exactly what this is about, don’t you?”

Her smile widened, her eyes blinking back tears.  She nodded slowly. 

Kristoff took a calming breath.  He knew this was going to happen right away and told his family to leave them alone until he brought Anna himself into the back office to share the good news. 

He shifted his chair back and slipped off of it, sinking to one knee as he pulled the ring box out of his jacket pocket.  Anna’s eyes never left his as he moved, and the emotion he saw in them closed up his throat and made the backs of his eyes burn. 

“Anna,” he said slowly, pulling in a shaky breath.  “I am so grateful for you coming into my life.  Despite the first impression not going so well.”  He chuckled.

Anna laughed with him, wiping tears out of her eyes with her fingertips.  He swallowed, his throat restricting to the point that he just had to let go and cry.  He relaxed his fight against it, and tears filled his own eyes. 

“I am grateful,” he continued, “that I met you when I did.  I didn’t know a soulmate existed, until I met you.  You are everything I have ever wanted and needed, Anna.  You are the most amazing person I have ever met.”  He paused, wiping his eyes and swallowing hard.  “My heart, my soul… they belong to you.  Will you marry me?”

Anna nodded slowly, smiling and wiping more tears from her cheeks.  She offered him her hand and he slid the ring on her finger.  A perfect fit. 

She looked from his eyes down to it a moment, and then back at him.  “I am grateful too, Kristoff.  I feel the same way.”

She made the move to slip to the floor with him, only he didn’t want her to kneel with her dress onto the tile, so he stood up, pulling her with him and grabbed her into a firm, gentle, loving hug, as they both broke down into soft sobs of thanking whatever the fuck might be out there to thank that they got their second chances with each other.

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As soon as Kristoff kissed her, she forgot about the gorgeous ring on her finger for the first time that entire evening.  They were in his truck in the parking lot of his family’s restaurant, going at it in the back seat.  She wasn’t even sure who had started it as they walked, full and happy from one of the best and most important dinners of their lives, to the vehicle.

“We can’t do this here,” she said between kisses, thinking that the arc sodium’s in the parking lot were not going to conceal what was happening in the truck should someone come out to investigate. 

“I know,” he moaned, and pushed off of her to sit awkwardly in the seat.  His eyes flicked around the cab of the truck as if he was trying to figure out what to do next.  Then he looked right at her.  “You know what?  Fuck it.”

He grabbed her and pulled her against him, kissing her forcefully.   Anna had to agree with him… fuck it.  Because she wanted him to fuck her so desperately that she couldn’t care less if anyone spied on them. 

“At least, your back windows, are tinted,” she said between kisses, as her hands worked on getting his pants and underwear down so that she could have access to his glorious manhood.

“And they are fogging up,” he said with a smile, helping her get his jeans pulled down to his ankles.

As soon as she had what she waned, Anna pushed Kristoff’s back against the back of the seat and crawled into his lap, reaching under her skirt and pushing her panties aside.  When that was accomplished, she lowered herself down onto his cock, moaning loudly. 

Kristoff shifted his hips forward to make more room for her knees, and as soon as he did, she was able to take him in all the way.  She shuddered and started to kiss him again, rocking back and forth.

Amid the pleasure, the ring finally popped into her mind again, and she pulled from his lips and brought up her hand to look at it. 

“I can’t wait to marry you,” she said, eyeing the gorgeous ring, then looking into his eyes.

“I can’t wait either, Anna.”  He smiled, his hands caressing her back as she moved herself against him.

Anna put her left hand on the foggy window behind his head, leaning forward to get a better angle of her body against his.  “It still boggles my mind how much I love this,” she muttered, focusing back on her growing arousal. 

He laughed quietly.  “Probably as much as it boggles mine.  I’ve never been this horny in all my life.  I swear I think about this almost every damn second.”

Anna giggled.  “Honestly, me too.  Like way too much.  I guess that’s why we have so much sex.”

Kristoff moaned softly.  “Yes.  And we’re going to have to do this again when we get home.”

She nodded, her breathing becoming heavier as her lower abdomen began to tighten.  “Definitely.”

There were no more words between them, just steady breathing and occasional soft moans.  It didn’t take Anna long to reach her release, wrapping her arms around Kristoff’s neck and pulling his lips to hers as she came. 

It felt so damn good and she was still absolutely blown away by Kristoff.  Thinking back to her fantasies about having sex with him before they’d actually done it, weren’t even as close to as incredible as it actually was.   She truly had no idea that there could be so much pleasure in making love.  And perhaps the fact that it was love was what made it so special. 

Her ex and her had said “I love you” to each other, only they sounded hollow in her mind now compared to how Kristoff and her said it to each other.  And they said it constantly.  A far cry from the occasionality she’d said it with her ex.  And it was always her who said it to that jerk first.  Not with Kristoff.  She’d be lucky if she got to it before he did. 

“Fuck, I love you so much, Anna,” Kristoff whispered, pulling her from her thoughts.

She smiled at him.  He was too good to be true.  “I love you more than life, Kristoff.”

He kissed her again and she started to move with him when he bucked his hips up.  It didn’t take long for him to reach his climax, and he moaned into her mouth as his cock pulsed deeply and powerfully within her.  Anna savored every one of those strong throbs. 

“When are we going to get married?” she asked him, suddenly thinking that as soon as they were wed, she was going to get her IUD removed so that she could get pregnant.  There was a sudden and overwhelming need to have his children.  How could she not?  He was so amazing and incredible, Anna still didn’t understand how someone as wonderful as him came into her life.

“Whenever you want.”  He smiled.  “We just have to pick a day and plan it.”

Anna grinned back at him.  “I want to do it as fast as we can so we can start a family.”

His eyes remained fixed on hers intently.  “Yeah?”

She nodded.  “Yes!  I can’t wait to have babies with you, Kristoff.”

He stared at her, his eyes starting to shimmer with tears.   He swallowed hard.

Anna knew he was struggling with his emotions, so she grabbed his head gently in her palms and pulled him in for a soft kiss, letting him know that she understood.

He hugged her tightly, resting his chin on her shoulder and sniffing quietly.  They remained in that embrace for a long time, then separated so that they could go home and make love again.

*****

Anna was tracing little shapes on his bare chest.  He laid on the bed with his eyes closed enjoying the feel of her fingertips on his skin. 

“How many kids do you want?” she asked. 

Only a moment before, when they’d finished making love, she brought up her desire to get pregnant as soon as they were married.  It made his heart soar.  He’d never been so in love with someone, and she was ready and willing to make the sacrifices of pregnancy to give him his dream of a family.   If he lived to be a thousand years old, he would never truly be worthy of her. 

“Honestly, Anna, I always just pictured two.  You know, so our kids grow up with a sibling and we don’t go broke.  How many do you want to have?”

“Seven,” she exclaimed.

His eyes shot open and he looked at her.  “Seriously?”

She laughed.  “I’m kidding.  I’ve never been pregnant obviously, but from what I know about it I don’t want to go through that seven times.”

Kristoff chuckled half-heartedly.  “Yeah, I understand.  I can’t imagine even going through it once.” 

Anna regarded him carefully for a moment.  “I see two, definitely.  But maybe I also see three or four?”

He rolled over so that he could look directly into her eyes, becoming serious.  “Anna, I have to admit that as soon as you said you wanted to start making our family, I’ve kind of been sick with the thought of something bad happening.  You know… to you and to…”  He swallowed hard.  He couldn’t even say it. 

Anna reached out and cupped his cheek.  “I understand, Kristoff.  I know there are risks and complications.  But I do not want that to stand in the way of us having the family we both want.”

“Me either,” he said quickly.  “I just… I dunno, it’s all so damn real all of the sudden.  I just…” he shrugged, “I worry.”

Her sweet smile melted his heart.  “Don’t worry, baby.  Whatever happens, we can get through it together.”

“While everything is happening to you though.”  He frowned.  His sudden melancholy was upsetting him but he had no idea how to make it go away.  “It’s so much to deal with.”

“I can handle being pregnant,” Anna said softy. 

“I know.  That’s why men can’t have babies.  There’s no way in hell we could handle it.”

She grinned at him.  “That is true.”

Kristoff heaved a heavy sigh, unable to match her smile.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean for our wonderful day to end like this.”

“End like what?  Having an open and honest conversation?”

“No.  For me brining up negative shit like that.”

Anna leaned in and kissed him softly.  “I am glad that you are being honest with me, Kristoff.  Don’t ever hold back your feelings.  And if it makes you feel any better, I am all for doing this in a hospital surrounded by doctors in case something goes wrong, and getting an epidural so that I can be as comfortable as possible.”

Finally, the side of his mouth turned up.  There was no one who could lift his spirits like Anna.   “No water birth at home?”

Anna chuckled.  “Gross.  No thank you.  And I’ll have you know we are absolutely not doing one of those bullshit gender reveal parties.”

Kristoff feigned a disappointed look.  “No party to announce the gender of the baby?  Why would you deny me of that?”

Anna laughed harder and smacked his bare chest, making him grin. 

She said, “I know for a fact you think they are as stupid and wasteful as I do.”

“Absolute cringe,” Kristoff agreed.

Anna smiled at him, eyes scanning his.  “Make love to me again.”

He nodded and leaned in to kiss her.  His fears were dissipating in her embrace and he vowed to himself that he was going to do everything humanly possible to make sure that Anna had everything she wanted and needed when she was pregnant.

“I can’t wait to dote on you when you’re all knocked up,” he said between kisses.

Anna giggled and pulled her face from his to look at him.  “What if I want ice cream at three in the morning?”

“I’ll go to the all-night gas station and buy all they have.”

“What if you cook dinner and half way through it I start craving mac and cheese?”

“I run to the stove and make that shit for you.”

“What if-”

“Anna,” he interrupted, “I mean it.  Anything, and I mean anything you want or need, I am your man.”

She let out a sensual breath.  “You are my man.  Now make love to me.”

Kristoff kissed her again and didn’t stop until they reached their climax together.

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[marthefrozenfan]

Elsa, Kristanna's biggest fan

I feel that Elsa from the beginning (without knowing it yet) feels that Kristoff is the best man for Anna, because it was not a mistake at all to reject the blessing that Anna asked her to marry Hans, whose person is bad and took advantage of sisters traumas for their own benefit (in the Frozen Heart book you can see that) the truth is that she saved her sister from being with a man who does not deserve her, besides dah, they barely met, Hans is definitely not the best for Anna and Elsa she had the right to reject such a union with Anna, she knew that this boy is not trustworthy.

But Kristoff is a completely different person than Hans, and of course, when Elsa accidentally froze her sister's heart... Kristoff came running to her rescue 🥺🥺 (another reason why Kristoff is better for Anna) and just Elsa saw that moment, and like at first...Elsa asked: Who is he? as if to say that Anna is already with another man hahaha, but since she was clinging to her fear, she didn't say anything else and...you'll know what happened next, lol, I think that when I saw that Kristoff ran to save Anna, Elsa knew that Anna is in good hands with him. Has Anna only known Kristoff for a short time? Yes, but unlike Hans, he is good and it shows that he will not break Anna's heart💗✨

Now, Kristoff knowing what happened to Hans, since Anna herself said to him when they arrived at Elsa's ice castle: "He already froze the kingdom once by introducing her to a young man" referring to Elsa denying her blessing for the union. between Anna and Hans, it's very clear that Kristoff was very nervous (even I would have those nerves hahaha) he didn't want Elsa to freeze him or cause another eternal winter hahaha. But what do you think? She didn't! When Kristoff asked permission for him to be with Anna... she was even very excited that Kristoff wanted to ask for Anna's hand! Elsa knows that Kristoff is the right man for her little sister and here in the book you can see how excited she is. She is there, her big smile shows it, she is without a doubt Kristanna shipper🥺💗✨🥰

One additional thing I want to add is that at the beginning of the "Polar Nights" book she mentions that Kristoff is the best for her little sister, and she can't wait to be the cool aunt one day, to see the mini versions of Anna and Kristoff running all over Arendelle, without a doubt Elsa loves the relationship between Kristoff and Anna very much, and it is very clear that she loves her brother-in-law 🥺✨🥰💗

[ericmicael]

Imagining the hypothetical scenario in which the writers of “Frozen 3″ decide that Elsa is ready to have a relationship and no longer has impediments related to kingdom-related responsibilities (this is the official reason for Elsa not having a romantic plot in F2, this according to Jennifer Lee interviews), and Disney is brave enough to give the go-ahead to give her a girlfriend (yes, that's a lot of what-if scenarios) and that girlfriend being Honeymaren (implicitly or explicitly), I thought of a new impediment: the Sámis.

To this day, it's kind of weird how the Northuldra tribe is represented in the franchise after “Frozen 2″, or rather: it's not represented in the franchise after “Frozen 2″. The only things we have is a mobile game where Honeymaren and Ryder's personalities are developed a lot (mainly their relationship with Arendelle and Elsa), Yelana as always is the most ignored of the trio, and besides that we only have discreet mentions with anthology promising to have only one tale dealing with the tribe's mythology being written by a true Sámi while Honeymaren, Ryder and Yelana are once again virtually ignored (I'll be surprised if any of them are quoted, or if Yelana's name isn't ignored as in “Polar Nights”). The theory is that they don't have much representation because Disney has to ask permission to do things involving the tribe they created based on the real tribe (if you consider this theory official it's kind of curious not to be part of it Elsa, Anna and Iduna who were confirmed as Northuldras or even Kristoff who is based around the other ice harvester in the tribe, but whatever).

What if the Sámi tribe does not allow Elsa to have a homosexual relationship with one of its members? A group of people trying to keep ancient traditions and customs alive is not surprising to have a certain resistance to relationships that were only decriminalized in Norway in 1972.

I am not part of the Sámi tribe or know anyone who is, and I don't even live in Norway. But from the little I researched, this is actually an issue among the Sámis (this image is an official image of "Sápmi Pride"), they are already a people who fight against racial prejudice and only recently did they begin to have the rights considered important in Norway (one of these moments being referenced in the “Frozen 2").

An interesting sentence on this subject said by Pauliina Feodoroff: “In a way, you always have to choose whether to be Sámi or homosexual.”

If you know more about the subject and have something to add, feel free.

But really in recent years the conversations have become more present, parades have begun to take place to honor the queer pride of the Sámi people. I don't think it's going to be the Sámi that put any impediment to this relationship mainly because of all that's been happening in the last few years, but since I was researching Sámi marriage traditions for a possible ElsaMaren fanfic in the future (or even a KristAnna fanfic) and I found some phrases talking about this topic decided to talk a little about it.

[lukin08]

Up In The Air Chapter 5

Kristanna Modern AU

Rated T

WC 2164

Summary: Tired of her nomad lifestyle, traveling nurse Anna Arendelle on a whim picks Pensacola Florida as her new town to try find a sense of home. Meanwhile, Navy Pilot Kristoff Bjorgman has accepted a dream position at the Naval station in the same town. After a chance encounter goes south, the two of them find their lives entwined, with neither of them all that happy about it!

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“I forgot to mention,” Cliff said as he jotted down a measurement.  “I stopped by Uncle Craig’s the other day.”

Kristoff looked up at his dad.  “How’s he doing?”

“Good.  The business is doing well. Your cousin coming on board has re-energized him and the business.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“Yeah.  He was asking me if you were still seeing the girl you were with last time you were at the bar.”

Kristoff froze.  He had done everything he could to block out the memory of that night a few months ago.

“Last time I was at the bar I was with Sven,” Kristoff said as uninterested as he could sound.  He kept his head down, focusing on the piece of tile he was laying.

“Craig said you were with someone after Sven left.  Something you want to tell me?”

“Nothing to tell.”  Kristoff chanced a glance at his dad and knew he wouldn’t get off that easy.  Reluctantly, he answered. “The bar was short staffed, so I leant a hand after Sven left.  There was a girl that spilt all her drinks.  I helped her with it and talked with her for a while after.  That’s it.”

Cliff went back to writing in his notebook.  “Funny.  Uncle Craig described it differently.”

“Yeah?  Tell Uncle Craig he has a bad memory.”

Cliff held up his hands when Kristoff shot him a look.  “Whoa, did I strike a nerve? I was just curious.”

“Dad, I left for El Centro right after Sven went home.  I’ve been gone for over two months.  When do you think I’d have the time to see anyone?  Assuming I’d even want to.”

“You’ve been back for two weeks.  Plenty of time.”

“Dad.  There isn’t anyone.  The end.”

“Got it.  No one.”  Cliff went to step out of the bathroom.  “I’m going to cut the rest of the tiles.  Try to get this group laid before I’m back.”

They made quick work of the rest of the bathroom floor.  Thankfully, Cliff didn’t press for more information and Kristoff pushed the memory of that night back out of his head.  Instead, he focused on being with his dad.  They hadn’t had this much time together since before Kristoff graduated from the Naval Academy and he was enjoying this.  He still wasn’t used to his parents being a ten-minute drive away.  The idea of being able to see them whenever he wanted felt strangely foreign to him.  

“I’ll do the grout when you’re away this weekend,” Cliff said as they put away the last of the supplies.   “It’s a good house.  Starting to shape up nicely.  It will be great for a family once you get all the work done.”

“Good time to sell it then.”

“You sure about that?”

“It’s just a house.  I’ll find somewhere else to live.”

“Well, hopefully you can enjoy it for a little bit before you do anything.”  

“I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.  It still needs a lot of work, and my schedule is busy, so it’s going to take a while.”

“Promise me you’ll at least take some things out of boxes.  It will be good for you to make this place feel more permanent.  Plus, its driving your mother crazy.  If you aren’t careful, one day you’re going to come home from a show and everything will be out.” 

“She wouldn’t do that?”  Kristoff looked at his dad. “Oh… yes, she really would.  Fine.  I promise.  One picture.”

Cliff patted Kristoff on the back.  “That’s the spirit.”

**********

“Lt. Cmdr. Bjorgman?”

Kristoff looked over to the entryway to his office and motioned for the volunteer coordinator for the Blue Angels to come in.

“What can I do for you today, Martinez?”

The petty officer stepped inside.  “I’ll only be a minute.  Just looking to fill in some information.  You’re from the area, right?”

“Yes.”  Kristoff drew out his answer, wondering where this was leading.

The petty officer checked his notes.  “And your father, small business owner.  Mother a teacher?”

Kristoff nodded.

“And you attended Gulf Breeze High School, correct?”

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to have me speak there.”

There was a small uptick to the corner of Martinez’s mouth.  “No promises.”

The petty officer went through a few more questions, then thanked Kristoff, got up and saluted him.  Right before walking out of the office, he mentioned he’d see Kristoff at the team brief.  The hint of a smile was back, and it was all it took.  Kristoff knew his fate was sealed. 

**********

“Bjorgman,” Boss Kesselring called out.  “I thought I told you to get a haircut.”

Kristoff bit back a groan.  He thought he a skirted by Kesselring noticing during the meeting.  “It’s regulation length, sir!”

Kesselring failed to hold back a small laugh as he shook his head.  “Humor me and go get it trimmed.”

“Right on it,” Kristoff smirked.

Kesselring tilted his head down and looked directly at Kristoff with a sternness that had earned him his captain rank.  “Today.  That’s an order.”

“Yes, sir,” Kristoff responded, setting his face to a neutral expression and sitting up as straight as he could.

“Ok, one last topic and we’ll be done for the day,” Boss Kesselring said as he picked up a stack of envelopes from the desk and held them up for the team to see.  “Your season’s outreach assignments.  It should be straight forward, but I’ll let Petty Officer Martinez discuss in more detail.”

Martinez entered the brief room as Boss Kesselring handed out the envelopes.  Kristoff opened his and sure enough, the first assignment listed was for his old high school.  He wondered what menacing joy Martinez had sticking him with that.  Luckily, it was just for the ROTC and sports program this year, not the entire school.  He skipped past the details of that brief, ignoring Martinez droning on and started scanning his other assignments.

**********

“How long are you going to be gone?” Camilla asked.  She was leaning over the nurse’s station as Anna scanned the screens on the wall that monitored all the patients’ vitals on the floor.

“The meeting is scheduled for an hour.  It’s only supposed to be introducing everyone and going over the goals for the committee.”

“I still don’t know why you want to be part of this.  Seems like a lot of time.”

Anna shrugged.  She didn’t really want to get into how this just felt right.  She wanted to do more around the hospital and community.  It was something she enjoyed but didn’t have the time to get involved when she was a traveling nurse.

“It sounds like a smart idea,” Sue chimed in.

Anna looked over at Sue.  “You really think so?”

“Of course.  The committee reports to the CEO.  There’s good visibility being on the committee when you’re looking to move up.”

“Me?”

“Yes you.  And don’t give me that face.  You’re a natural leader.”

Anna scoffed, making a note on the chart of one of the patients.  “I think you have me confused with my sister.”

“No, I’m talking about you.  I can see it.  You’re already a shift supervisor.  Head of the department makes sense for you at some point.  You’d be great in management someday too.”

“I like being a nurse.”

“Sure.  But that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t like doing that either.  Plus, selfishly, you’d be a hundred times better than anyone we have in management now.”

Anna got up from her stool at the station.  “I have half a mind to check to see if you’re delirious with a fever but thank you.”  She grabbed her notepad and a pen.  “Well, wish me luck then.  I can’t be late to my apparent first step at a promotion.”

One of the lab specialists Anna knew from being on patient interdisciplinary teams together caught up with her on the way over to the meeting.  They were also on the committee and Anna was glad to have someone she was familiar with in the group.  It also helped take her mind off Sue’s ridiculous comments.  Never mind that Anna did have ideas on how the department could improve and maybe some more thoughts on the nursing program at the hospital. But that could wait for another time because she was focused on the outreach committee and that was it.

Anna followed the lab specialist into the conference room, scanning more for open chairs around the large rectangular table than faces.  It was the clothes that caught her attention first, standing out from the scrubs, white coats and business attire.  When she looked at the face, Anna locked eyes with him, stopping in her tracks as she gasped.    

While only a split second, the shock was all over his face before he quickly set it back, looked down and pretended to write something on his notepad.  Luckily, no one else had noticed when Anna had froze.  She looked around and found a seat as far away from him as possible and scrambled over to it.  

Anna tried to keep herself busy until the meeting started, pretending to check her emails on her phone and introducing herself to the person next to her.  She gave in after a couple minutes and snuck a peek across the table, hoping she didn’t look too flustered.  Anna tried her best to set her face with a mix of disapproval, disgust and anger in case he was looking at her.  He wasn’t.  In fact, he was doing an excellent job at looking occupied, purposely not looking Anna’s way.  But the flush in his cheeks was a dead giveaway that he remembered exactly who she was.  

**********

“Which one are we talking about again?” Camilla asked.  

“The cute one,” Sue answered.

“That doesn’t help.”

“The blond.”

“Ahh, ok.  I couldn’t remember which one it was.  He was cute!”

“I know!”

“Neither one of you are helping.”  Anna was a ball of nervous energy and Sue and Camilla were not making the situation any better.  She practically ran out of the conference room when the meeting was over, taking the first set of stairs she could find to avoid having to be anywhere near Kris.  Or Kristoff as his name apparently really was.  Sue and Camilla were supposed to help her get out of this situation, but they were having entirely too much fun with the information Anna gave them.

“Wait,” Sue said.  “I thought he told you he was local.”

“He did.”

Sue chuckled.  “I guess technically he wasn’t lying.”

Camilla joined in.  “She didn’t get that far in the discussion to find out what he did.  Too busy kissing him to ask!” 

Both Camilla and Sue burst into a fit of giggles.  Anna’s head fell forward, stopping when her forehead met on the top of the station desk.  “Don’t remind me of that.  I’m glad this is amusing to you two.  Any other laughs you’d like at my expense?”

“Did he at least look good in the uniform?”

“Sue!”

“Ok, ok.  I’m sorry.  I wonder why the Navy would send a representative.  Did he say what he does?”

“No, but here.”  Anna lifted her head and found a set of papers.  “Everyone’s bios are there. “

Anna crossed her arms and chewed at her lower lip as Sue perused the paper.  

“Oh wow,” Sue said after a minute.

“That doesn’t sound good. What does it say?”

Sue cleared her throat and started to read aloud.  “Ascension welcomes Naval representative Lieutenant Commander Kristoff Bjorgman from NAS Pensacola.”

“Oooh an officer!” Camilla noted.  “Impressive.”  She nodded her head along with Sue.

Sue started again.  “Lt. Cmdr. Bjorgman has over ten years with the Navy… blah, blah, blah…will fill the position for the duration of his assignment at NAS…. blah, blah, blah…. currently serving his first year as a pilot with the Blue Angels demonstration team…. that,” Sue pointed her finger to the paper. “Is impressive.  And it explains why he’s on the committee.”

 “Explains what?”  Sue might as well have been speaking a foreign language.  Anna didn’t understand anything Sue had read.  

“He’s a Blue Angel.”

“A what?”

Camilla smacked Anna’s shoulder.  “You remember.  The blue planes!”

“I remember how loud they were.”

Sue went on to explain.  “The Blue Angels used to do a lot of PR at the hospital.  They must be looking to start that up again.  That’s good.  They are a hit with the patients.” 

“Great.  He’s a celebrity.”

Sue shook her head.  “Not him.  But the suit kind of is.”

“Oh, the suit!  I forgot about that!” Camilla exclaimed.  “Anna, was he wearing it?”

“He had on a normal plain tan uniform.  Why.”

Camilla had an evil grin on her face.  “Just wait.”

One of the monitors started beeping and all three women shot up to look at it. Anna was first to respond.  “I got this,” she said focusing on the job at hand and trying to remove any more thoughts of Kristoff Bjorgman out of her head.

[annaofthenorthernlights]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @firawren

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 123 (year 2021-2024)

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 1,036,044

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Frozen, Beauty & The Beast (Disney 1991), a little Encanto, House of the Dragon

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Instincts – or the beast inside (E-rated, my first batb1991)

Bury me in your fur (E-rated, batb1991)

Blame it on the books (E-rated, batb1991)

The beach case (T rated, Frozen, collaborated work with @hiptoff)

Love can see the good (T-rated, my first Frozen fanfic)

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, I do! That´s a must 😊

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don´t have angsty endings, but might happen within a fic – f.e. Fall to rise (Gaston redemption au)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All my fics have happy endings 😊. One that means a lot to me is Never too late (Frozen, kristanna elderly residence au, where old Kristoff/Anna fall in love)

8. Do you get hate on fics? Thanks heavens no.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yep, I do! Well, not on my very first writings. The naughtiness grew along the ride 😊

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Yes, I do – and the craziest is surely All you need is love... actually (Frozen, Brave, Hercules, Moana) and Smut in space (crazily E-rated, Frozen x batb1991) - which is losely based on the legendary christmas movie "Love actually)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I pray not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I translated my own fic Boat ship into German (Boot-ship ahoi) a kristanna vacation au (rated T)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I did the collaborated fic-writing together with @hiptoff as mentioned at 4. (does that count?)

14. What’s your all time favourite ship? Anna/Kristoff, Belle/Adam (Belle/Beast)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?  "Of sweet delight in physicality" (title might change…), a hotd canon divergent au, pairing: Alicent Hightower/Laerys Strong, where Alicent and Laerys meet as kids and become friends, Alicent caring deeply for the crippled boy until they grow older and fall in love, but need to hide it due to Alicent´s fate of arranged marriage with king Viserys.

16. What are your writing strengths? Fluff, definitely fluff & dialogues (I must give credit to @hiptoff again who was my very idol for dialogues in the beginning of my writing years). And I think my descriptions of atmosphere and sceneries are draw the reader right into the middle of things (that´s what I have been told 😊)

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Angst (that´s longer than just one chapter… lol), hurt, diving into very deep feelings and just scratching at the top to get the fic going…

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I am currently working on a novel in German, but that´s mostly for Nanowrimo…

19. First fandom you wrote for? Frozen

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

That´s a hard one, because I think I love all my fanfics equally the same (seriously), but I think I am very proud on my first fanfic baby “Love can see the good” (kristanna, canon divergent au, post Frozen 2 where I wanted to tell the story of Anna/Kristoff from breaking the damn and going back to Arendelle up to Anna´s coronation and finally a kristanna wedding). And currently I am posting the sequel Love can see beyond. So, this series is my longest and hardest worked on fanfic for Anna/Kristoff and I care deeply for them.

Tagging all for fun @luthien-under-bough @hiptoff @justfrozenthings @sweetpeapod @99goosebumps @shield-agent78 @reconciledviolence729 @endlesstwanted

[true--north]

Some little Kristanna moments from All Is Found:

Don't look at me, I was raised in the woods

“The trolls gave me a new moss quilt for my birthday every year.”

Anna smiled at the mention of his unusual family.

Kristoff was casually strumming his lute

“My fiancé, Kristoff, he’s an ice aficionado.”

Kristoff jokingly tried to scare Anna:

The suit of armor next to her door seemed to be missing its head… and its feet. Kristoff popped out from behind it—wearing both the helmet and the metal shoes. At least, she assumed it was Kristoff. The person was the right height, had broad shoulders, and was wearing Kristoff’s fur-lined leather tunic.

He took a clanking step forward. “I’m here. What do you need?”

Anna nestled against the front of his tunic. He always smelled like moss and reindeer; it was an unusual combination, but the scent calmed her nerves and made her smile. “Have I told you this morning that I love you and you’re the best?”

Kristoff’s brown eyes were shining behind the visor of the helmet, which he flipped up so he could plant a kiss on her cheek. “You haven’t even told me ‘good morning’ yet.”

[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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As I said earlier, I planned to share some gifs of (and poorly constructed thoughts on) what I believe to be Mortal Kombat's first canon queer couple: Kiri and Ankha from Mortal Kombat: Conquest.

For the tl;dr: Mortal Kombat: Conquest gave us a great lesbian ship even if I’m not sure that was their goal.

The above gifs are from the S01 E06"Noob Saibot". Below are from S01 E18 "In Kold Blood".

There are surely those who don't consider Conquest canon, and I can't entirely disagree. The game universe's lore has evolved (one might even say devolved) a lot since the late 90s. Plus, Conquest intentionally went its own way on several things. Although, I do believe MK1 gave a tiny nod to Conquest in one of Lao and Nitara's intros--the one that referenced "Jen".

Nonetheless, decades before Mileena and Tanya were confirmed to be a lesbian ship (only to be sidelined and diminished by Khaos Reigns and their variant forms T_T) Conquest gave us Kiri and Ankha.

Introduced in S01 E06 "Noob Saibot," which aired in late 1998, they are very obviously intimately involved with each other, to Taja's bisexual awakening imo. (See the included Kristanna Loken gifs)

Everyone is free to come to their own conclusions about what motivated the introduction of this ship. FWIW it's open, unashamed, and well-known, as several characters remark on Kiri and Ankha's relationship (and in a relatively organic way). For that reason, I want very much to call it groundbreaking.

I do recognize that the intent behind the ship may have been fetishization to cater to the predominately male target audience. However, I think Kiri and Ankha ended up being a great ship, anyway. Besides, Conquest sexualized everyone. That was surely not unique to them.

The PDA between them is off the charts. I mean, try to find a scene they're in where they aren't touching each other. (I can think of ONE.)

Other characters' comments on them very clearly reinforce that they are a couple, but no one is antagonistic toward them because of it. Oh, other characters are antagonistic toward them, but it doesn't seem rooted in their sexuality. Siro simply says Kiri is weird but it seems directed at her professionally, and he makes no mention of Ankha. Vorpax is exasperated with them but I think she's just annoyed by their noncommittal/unconcerned behavior with regards to their assignment.

And Taja just realized she's also into women because of them. :D

In any case, I think Kiri and Anhka hold a special and important place in MK and am sad to know Conquest is all but forgotten today. Don't get me wrong, I think the show is fondly remembered by its fans (of which I am one). Unfortunately, we're a small fan base.

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Here's a little snippet from my upcoming Kristanna Valentine's Day fic!

She Holds a Candle (T)

Kristoff twists his hands on the steering wheel as he glares at the hearts and cupids sprinkled across the brightly colored Oaken’s Bath & Sauna Works signs. He might have said they were cute if they weren’t specifically designed to take advantage of people who don’t know any better.

Kristoff knows better, though, and he knows that as soon as he walks in the door, at least one beautiful salesperson will descend upon him and try to convince him he should go home with more than he came in for. Maybe they even believe the lie that buying more saves money.

He rolls his eyes as he steps out of the truck. Unfortunately, he’d been there before, and since he got divorced a few years ago, he never had any intention of going back.

But Valentine’s Day is a few days away and his daughter Stephanie’s giant heart is broken. Apparently, the boy she liked didn't feel like it was enough just to turn her down; he had to tell everyone at school that her voice slipped into falsetto when she asked him to the dance.

Kristoff wants to clobber that asshole for making her feel ashamed of being who she is. Not to mention Kristoff had spent about $350 on new clothes for Christmas that she now won’t wear.

She came out as trans right around the time Kristoff's ex-wife left, but she’d only just started dressing like a girl the past couple of months. And now she’s back to wearing jeans and baggy t-shirts; no more flower hair clips and heart earrings. And she's barely spoken in days.

It’s not like Kristoff knows anything about raising a girl; it would have been nice if his ex-wife had stuck around to help Stephanie with those kinds of things. She should have been teaching her how to style her hair and paint her toenails. But Lisa's timing was the worst, and even though Stephanie never mentions it, he knows she misses having a mom.

One thing Kristoff did learn from Lisa was that Oaken’s Bath & Sauna Works is the best place to get girly things that are more symbolic than useful. And that’s what Kristoff needs: a token to show Stephanie that she’ll always be his little girl.

And if it means wading through the sea of Oaken's sirens wearing green aprons, he’ll do it.

💕💕💕

A nauseating mix of scents assaults Kristoff’s nose as soon as he walks in, and a cheerful woman shouts, “Welcome in!”

Kristoff searches for the disembodied voice just so he can avoid it.

“We’re having a Valentine’s Day sale today! Buy three full-size body care items, get three free!”

Kristoff stares at her pink freckled face, with ginger hair tied into braids hanging loosely in front of her shoulders. Her blue-green eyes set his stomach in knots, which only tighten when she blinks.

It's worse when he looks down. Her apron is tied just in the right place to emphasize her figure, but it's the tiny sparkly rainbow that catches his attention.

Kristoff lifts his eyes quickly and she smiles sweetly. “Can I help you find something special today?”

How many people have gone home with bags of wasted products because she smiled at them like that?

“I’m good.”

"Well, I'm Anna! Let me know if you have any questions."

He thumbs his nose as he walks around her, not even bothering with the basket she offers him.

💕💕💕

Special thank you to @livseses for their help with this! 💕

[a13thprincefora13thprincess]

Random thoughs on Frozen 2

So I rewatched it two days ago and I have some thoughs to share:

1. @true--north I noticed the wheat spike flag in the Harvest festival, at the beggining on the film.

2. Child Anna and Elsa are playing with ice figurines, Anna hugs them while saying "and they all got married" and the prince figurine falls... foreshadowing of the original idea that was Helsa + Kristanna but Hans "fell off" the plan.

3. They mention how Agnar's and Iduna's ship supossedly sank in the South sea.. but not Anna neither the fandom think of the most logical option : were they oficially going to the Southern Isles?

4. Ahtohallan gives Elsa a wedding-like dress, foreshadowing of Elsa having a love interest?

5. When Anna tell Elsa "you are the fifth spirit", Elsa doesn't confirm neither she denies it! She says instead that a bridge has "two sides, and mother had two daughters". Is Iduna the fifth spirit then? If not, what was she doing in Ahtohallan?

6. Anna's coronation seemed fake. I mean, compare it with Elsa's. Not oficial ceremony, no foreign visitors- nothing! Just Kai announcing "Queen Anna" to some arendellians.

7. Elsa needed some space. I mentioned this before, in the shorts she is trying to compensate Anna for the time they have been apart. In Frozen 2, it's three years and in some scenes she looks annoyed of having Anna behind her ALL THE TIME. And at the end, while riding the Nokk, she looks relieved.

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Steam That Lingers

Pairing: Anna/Kristoff

Rating: E

Summary: After the engagement party, Oaken has thrown them, Anna and Kristoff are more than ready to settle down for the night. However, when the subject of taking a bath is brought up, Anna has a few more ideas of how to make the night last a little longer with her fiancè.

Notes: So glad to be participating in Frozen Smut Week! Thank you to @kristanna-days for hosting it!

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Anna just finished wiping off the last of her makeup with a wet rag, before her fiancé came up to wrap his broad arms around her lithe waist, his chest pressing behind the small of her back. They had just finished celebrating their engagement party Oaken had thrown in celebration of their next step as a couple. He rested his chin on her freckled shoulder and on instinct she brought her hand up to run her fingers through his shaggy blonde hair, which had now been unbound from the stiffened gel.

Both of them looked at their reflection in her vanity mirror. Smiles on their faces. Redness in their cheeks. Their bodies radiating with happiness.

“Did you enjoy the party?” Kristoff muffled as he placed a kiss on the base of her neck.

Anna snuggled deeper into him, humming. “Mmm, yes but now I’m ready for a bath. All that partying made me sweaty and I don’t know about you, but I’d prefer not going to bed smelling like one of your sweaters after you come home from an ice harvesting trip.”

“Hey!” He exclaimed feigning hurt. “I thought you said you liked my pungent reindeer scent.”

Without a word, she turned in his arms and patted his cheek smiling coyly, before stepping away to unbutton her dress. Gently, she slipped out of it, laying it on the huge king-sized bed that they had both shared (privately of course). The two had yet to be married, only being recently engaged on top of that, so sharing a bed was still considered improper. However, in the dark of the night when the castle staff was asleep and all that could be heard was one’s own breath; Kristoff would quietly slip into Anna’s room chamber; which sometimes led them to partake in some very  intimate  and sexual activities despite the impurity of an unwed couple engaging in such engagements. Not to mention they still ran the risk of being caught, whether the castle staff was asleep or not. Anna had noticed they were, after all,  pretty loud while giving each other the pleasure they both desired and craved.

Now, with only her corset a undergarments concealing her naked form, she slowly made her way back over to Kristoff, the plush carpet of the room swallowing the sound of her footsteps.

His eyes which had been lingering on her this whole time, were wide and filled with lust.

“Come. Join me,” she whispered, gently taking his hand in hers. She had a slight pull as she headed to the bathroom staring at him the whole time and being careful not to trip despite her clumsy manner. Instinctively, his legs began to move with her.

When they reached their place of destination, Anna plugged up the bathtub and turned one of its golden knobs fidgeting with it while sticking her hand under the rushing water until it reached the temperature she so desired. She made her way towards cabinet doors, her hand now leaving Kristoff’s, opening it to retrieve a glass bottle of lavender-scented bath soap imported all the way from France. It was one of her favorites, and she only used it on special nights like this. When the stars shine their brightest in the dark sky and when his eyes were glazed over with so much lust and love that she knew they were going to make love.

As she made her way back over to him, she stopped to grab a pair of white fluffy towels; not forgetting to grab the floor mat off the drying rack so as to not slip on the marble flooring when they were done. She quickly stopped to give him a peck on the nose before continuing to prepare their bath.  

Kristoff had not said a word since they had walked in, but Anna knew it wasn’t due to uncomfortably. They have taken a bath together on multiple occasions. Hell, they even bathed in the spring near Kristoff’s old cabin once on a visiting trip up there. So it definitely wasn’t because he didn’t  want to; in fact most of the time it was Kristoff who would ask her to take a bath with him. He was just generally a quiet man especially more so in situations like this and even though they had been together for three years she could still leave him blushing so much he looked like a tomato and grinning like an idiot with just a simple kiss. However, to say that his silence was completely do to bashfulness wasn’t entirely true either because in his eyes she also saw him planning on how he was going to give her the utmost pleasure. To take her and love her in the best possible way and show her something he would always know; that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

By the time she made it back to the tub, it was already filled with enough water for the couple. She turned the knob; stirring her hand in the water and poured in some lavender soap, mixing it into the warm water until the bubbles covered the surface. They were so big that they looked like clouds floating just barely above the ocean’s rippling waters.

Anna came back once again, this time grabbing the shampoo and placing it near the bath. Kristoff thought she would head back his way. To kiss him as they let one another remove their clothes as they had usually done.

But, she didn’t.

No. Instead, she stood still; only turning around to face him all while staying in the same spot. Her hands reached behind her, undoing the laces of her corset with little struggle before slipping it off her slender form, the rest of her undergarments soon to follow.

Kristoff still stood speechless, hungry eyes devouring the naked sight that was his future bride-to-be as she began to take out the pins that held up her intricate bun; delicately placing them on the ornate stool next to her along with her crown.

Her hair cascaded over her breasts like little waterfalls and the strain in Kristoff’s trousers was becoming too much to bare.

He would never tire of seeing her like this. When she wore nothing; her body completely bare for only him to see. It was like a blank canvas said for the little freckles dotting her creamy skin and he couldn't wait to leave marks on her to show the world that she was his, that she chose him. An ice harvester who never thought he deserved loved, never imagined he could love, especially that of a princess.

“Join me.” She whispered, breaking the silence before slipping into the tub in a somewhat clumsy manner.

It didn’t take long for him to obey.

He slipped out of his royal garbs, making sure to gently hang them over a towel rack before crossing his way over to his fiancée.

Not a word was spoken between them as Anna gently grabbed his hand and stepped into the tub with him following behind her. They situated themselves to where Anna’s back was pressed up against his toned stomach.

Cupping water in his palms, Kristoff poured water over his lover’s head; watching as its fiery color turned a darker shade of red. He then moved to grab the shampoo, squirting some into his hand causing it to send notes of honeysuckle and jasmine into the air. He lathered it into her hair doing little circular motions that made bubbles form.

 His fingers, though, rough, and calloused from manual labor, felt like heaven and all Anna could do was hum in contentment. “Mmm, that feels nice.” Her eyes were closed and there was a small smile on her face.

“Well, I consider it an honor then, to please my queen so well.”

“Yes. And I have some ideas of my own on how I can return the favor.” She turned around just to wink seductively at him before going back to face the other way.

Kristoff blushed profusely.

 The little minx. Didn’t she know how easily she could make him hot and bothered?

Once her hair was all soaped up, Kristoff returned to dipping his cupped palms into the warm sudsy water and pouring it over her hair; repeating this motion until her hair was free of any shampoo.

“Now,” Anna said as she reached over to grab the bar of soap from the small golden-plated holder it was sitting on. “It’s time to wash my body. Would you mind helping me, Kristoff?” She turned around to face him once again, giving him a sultry look, her perfectly pink lips open just a tad as if she was inviting him in for a kiss. And oh how he wanted to kiss them. To forget about the bath and bring her back to her bed where he could truly show her just how much she had affected him with her love.

He could only nod in response as he swallowed the lump of nervousness in his throat and felt his excitement against her outer thigh.

She closed the distance between them to give him a quick peck on the lips, fulfilling his desires. “Good,” she giggled flirtatiously before handing him the bar of soap. She turned back around and pulled her red hair over her shoulder. “Be sure to get my back okay?” She turned her head to give him her signature sweet smile.

Kristoff cleared his throat. “Alright. Do you have a rag?”

“Oh right!” Anna exclaimed as she lifted herself from the water and leaned half her body over the side of the tub.

Kristoff had to make sure to restrain himself as he watched the water deliciously drip down her milky white legs.

Once she situated herself back in the tub she handed him the rag. “Here ya’ go.” She returned to putting her hair back over her shoulders, signaling that she was ready.

Dipping the rag in the water and ringing out the excess, he began lathering a good amount of soap on the piece of cloth. He started with her back, making circular motions as he moved from the top to the base. It felt like pure bliss and Anna could’ve sworn she had never felt so good; that is until he made it to her front. He went across the span of her stomach, using the same circular motion as he did on her back. However, it wasn’t until he made it to her breasts when she started to keen.

“Mmm…Kristoff.” She moaned out his name from his delicate touch.

Feeling brave, Kristoff egged her on. “You like that huh?”

Anna could only bite her lip as she nodded in response.

When he traveled down further to her most private area she clenched tightly to the side of the tub, throwing her head back, eyes shut tight, and bottom lip still between her teeth as her body shook from shallow fast paced breaths. She began bucking against his hand as he pressed more firmly and stroked faster.

“Kristoff please.”

 Kristoff couldn’t help but grin at her reaction, proud that he was responsible for it. “Ah ah ah,” he tsked. “Not yet princess. I washed you, so it’s only fair that you return the favor.” He grimaced at her as she begrudgingly took the bar of soap and rag from his hand, mumbling something about how he was being “annoying” followed by a “you’re lucky I love you.”  

Kristoff’s eyes fluttered closed as Anna scrubbed the expanse of his skin starting from the back and moving to the front just as he had with her. For the most part, he could keep it together, that is to say, until she made it to his cock. She wrapped the rag around him with nimble fingers and started stroking up and down his shaft.

He sucked in through his teeth creating a hissing sound. “God that feels so good Anna.” He leaned his head back against the cold surface of the tub and relaxed as his fiancée lovingly stroked him, but when Anna started leaving little kisses across his chest, darting out her little tongue to taste his dewy skin, he was back up again, pulling her towards him and spinning her around. He grabbed his cock and rubbed himself against her entrance.

“Wait!” Anna exclaimed.  “What about your hair?”

“Fuck it. I can’t wait any longer, I      need    you.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he entered her then causing a slight moan to escape her lips. He wasted no time in pulling out until just the tip of him was in her before slamming back into her again at a steady pace.

It was slow at first but increased in intensity with Anna’s insistent demands.

“Faster Kristoff!”

He gripped her hips and drove home; bouncing her up and down his hard cock.

“Mmm…yes! Yes! YES!”

Water sloshed over the sides of the tub from Kristoff’s deep rapid thrusts.

“Fuck,” Kristoff groaned biting into her shoulder and moving one of his hands from her hip to the front of her folds so he could rub at her clit.

“H-holy shit,” Anna moaned, bowing her neck so she could rest her head against his shoulder. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop!”

“Well, I guess I better do as the queen says?”

“Damn right. And this queen wants you to fuck her so hard she’ll see stars.” Anna brought her arm up around his neck, threading her fingers through the shaggy wet locks of his hair, and brought his lips down to meet hers.

“Well in that case,” he wrapped an arm around her back and pressed her stomach against his chest. “You’re gonna need to come closer sweetheart,” he purred in her ear as he ramped up his thrusts.

Anna screamed his name as he brought his lips to suckle her neck. “Kristoff!”

He could feel her getting close as her walls clenched around him and he was about there himself.

“Kristoff, I’m about to…” she panted.

“Yeah me too.”

“I….mmmm….I haven’t taken anything. I- OH GODS!”

“It’s okay baby. I got you.”

Carefully, Kristoff pressed her even closer to his chest - if that was even possible - using one of his hands to press up against the small of her back while the other reached out to touch the wall in support of standing up. Anna wrapped her legs around him and clung tight to his neck, pressing her button nose to the crook of it and breathing in his now fresh, clean, lavender scent. Once he fully stood up, his burly arms wrapped themselves under her bum to balance her weight. With caution, he swung his legs over the tub one at a time; his feet making contact with the fuzziness of the floor mat that was placed in order to prevent from them slipping.

The movement caused their position to shift slightly; making Anna moan at the new angle. She began leaving hot open-mounted kisses down his neck; her little tongue darting out to taste the water droplets that ran from his hair down his chest, stomach, and legs until they finally hit the soft-padded towel.

He moved towards the wall closest to the door, careful not to slip on the water that had trailed down their bodies onto the cold marbling of the floor that had now become a safety hazard.

“Marry me,” he groaned into the base of her neck as the new sensation in their change of position hit him. He could feel her walls tightening around him and knew that she was close.

Memories of her mother’s scarf, which was delicately placed onto the love seat next to the fireplace when they returned from the celebration, flashed through her mind. She and Kristoff wrapped together as they stared lovingly into each other’s eyes at the party. She and Kristoff wrapped up with each other (again) as they sat in front of the hearth in the library reeling from the adventure that was the Enchanted Forest and Anna’s new ascendence of the throne following. The numerous times when Anna had nightmares of a certain prince and Kristoff - hearing her screams down the hallway where his room was located - came running in, providing her comfort as he wrapped her mother’s scarf around her and let her nestle into his side breathing in his woodsy scent lulling, her into a deep sleep. The loud snores of the young princess may have caused others to stuff their ears with cotton, but to Kristoff, it was beautiful and a sign that she was still here with him safe and sound.

Anna cupped his jaw with her tiny hands and smiled gently down at him. The sensation of him hitting a delicious spot was almost too much to handle. The power of his thrusts caused her body to move up and down the tile of the bathroom wall, the contact her skin made with the cool surface sent a delicious wave of pleasure down her spine. “There’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with,” she gasped across his lips before sealing them with hers in a fierce kiss. At that moment, her walls came collapsing in around her and she threw her head back as her orgasm took over her body.

“Shit,” Kristoff groaned, almost forgetting to pull out of her, his release spilling all over the floor. Ever so gently, he placed her back on the floor; both of them panting as they descended from their high.

 She wobbled a bit and he caught her. “Wow,” she giggled as she went on her tp toes to wrap her arms around his neck to give him another kiss. “I didn't think it was possible, but you continue to make me fall for you Kristoff Bjorgman.”

He laughed something strong and deep rising from his belly at her little tease and kissed her nose before pressing his forehead against hers. “I wouldn’t have if any other way” he sighed as he bent down to wrap his arms under her legs, carrying her bridal style back to her bed chamber, but not before wrapping her up in a towel and putting one around his hips.

“Wait!” She exclaimed, trying her best to maneuver in his strong broad arms so she could see over his shoulder. “What about the tub? Shouldn’t we drain it? And the mess we made on the floor? ….I don’t think Gerda will be too pleased to discover that we had sex out of wed-”

Kristoff silenced her anxious rambling with a kiss. “I’ll get up and take care of everything early in the morning. But for now,” he growled into her neck leaving tiny kisses there that caused a giggle to come out of her. “I’d rather curl up in bed with you.”

The exhaustion the two felt from the party and the extraneous…”activities” that followed after, left them sated in their bed, they didn’t even bother with the covers; the power of sleep was just too strong. Besides, the heat from their bodies and the coziness of the scarf was enough to keep them warm throughout the night.

[kristannafever]

Big Sky Ranch - 5

Kristanna Modernn AU Rated: M WC: 3302

Chapter Index

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Much to Anna’s surprise, Kristoff texted her late Sunday evening when she was getting ready for bed to ask if he could call so that they could talk about their how their day had been.  She was delighted, thinking that she might not hear anything from him for a couple of days.

“Hey!” she answered when her phone rang. 

“Hey, Anna.  How are you?”

“I’m good.  How are you?  I’ll bet today was pretty hard?”

“Oof,” he grunted.  “It sucked.  At least the guys took pity on me and gave me the easy jobs.  I’m beat, but I’m home now to lick my wounds, so I’m good.”

Anna smiled.  “Glad to hear it.”

“How was work?”

“Pretty standard.  Friendly folks, decent tips.  All in all, a good day.”

“That’s great,” Kristoff responded.  “Hey, so, Friday night.  Can we pick up to go to the saloon?  Not a date though.  More of a payback kinda thing.”

Anna’s brow furrowed.  “What do you mean?”

“Our plan to get daddy’s boy to stay out of our town for good.”

“Oh, right.”  The guys had been talking about that when she went back with them to the ranch.  Anna immediately wondered if this was the whole reason that he’d called her.  “Sure, that would be just fine.”

“Okay.  I’m not sure when we’ll be done work.  Can I just text you when we’re on our way and you can give me your address?”

“That works.”

“Alright.”  He was quiet a moment, she could hear him breathing, as if he was contemplating what to say next.  Then he spoke.  “Also, I wanted to mention… um, thanks again for spendin’ the day with me yesterday.  I had a really great time.”

“I did too,” she answered truthfully.  She did have a good time.  She liked Kristoff, a lot.  Still, the future was uncertain.

“I think by the end of next week, we can get caught up to where we need to be and I can knock off early a couple of evenings.  You, uh… still interested in goin’ out?”

Anna realized that he must have picked up on a little of her apprehension.  He sounded so vulnerable.  And hopeful.   Anna felt bad all over again for her thoughts.  She had promised herself that she was not going to worry about something until it became a problem.   “I am.  Definitely.”

He gave a quick huff of relief over the phone.  “Awesome.  Hey, I’ll text you again tomorrow if that’s okay?  If it’s not too late, we can talk about our days again if you’d like.”

That uncertainty answered, Anna smiled.  She absolutely had to stop assuming she knew what the future held.  “I would like that, Kristoff.  Very much.”

“Okay.  Talk tomorrow then.  Have a great night, Anna.”

“You too.”

“Sweet dreams.”

She giggled.  “You as well.”

“Okay, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Kristoff.”

“Kay… bye.”

“Bye,” she said through a chuckle, then the phone disconnected.

That fluttery, wonderful, amazing feeling came back in full force.  Just because she’d been neglected as a child and neglected by her ex, did not mean that Kristoff was going to neglect her too.  Even if he had some long work weeks.

~   ~   ~   ~   ~

The next day after work, Anna went home and sat at her computer and googled things.   While she knew it wasn’t a date, if they happened to stay late and have drinks at the saloon, she wanted to know that dance everyone else knew to that Cadillac Ranch song.  It took her a few dozen run-throughs, and she figured by practicing all week she could join in with everyone else.

She googled their town and learned some history of it.  Then she researched the county.  After it became tedious reading, she looked up some country music songs.  When she was at Sven’s place drinking with the guys, he told her that all the best country music was from eighties and nineties.  She listened to a lot of it, and began to understand the appeal. 

So much of it told stories, a lot of them rather heartbreaking.   And there were also some wonderful simple upbeat songs.  Anna had learned that the line dance song she’d learned was done by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, and listened to a lot of their other music.  One in particular stood out as her so far favorite, called ‘Fishin’ in the Dark’.   As Anna listened to the lyrics, she thought back to her and Kristoff sitting on the bank and fishing in the river, and while it hadn’t been at night, she now understood the meaning of such a song.  It made her happy, and it made her want to have a lot more of those experiences with Kristoff.

She recognized right away that life moved differently in the small town from that of the city, and it wasn’t until she listened to some of those songs that she began to understand exactly why.  Even her own life in the small town was vastly different than it was in the city.  Most of the folks didn’t go to gyms after work because their work was a workout; their small town didn’t even have anything close to a gym.  And most of the people went to the saloon on Friday and Saturday nights because that’s where the loud music and entertainment was.  While she hadn’t been there all that long, she’d never heard anyone mention the words ‘dinner party’ but she sure heard ‘backyard BBQ’ and ‘bonfire’ a lot.  Every time she was at a checkout, either at the gas station, grocery store or that western wear and tack place, people had conversations with the cashiers, holding up the lines, and no one complained because when it was their turn, they carried on a conversation as well.   Any time she approached a door, if there was a man in the vicinity, he held it for her.  When a bunch of young teenagers came into the diner, Anna thought they’d leave a mess, but everything was stacked nicely when they were finished eating, making Anna’s job to clear the table all the much easier.   When she’d stopped on the side of a country road to take a gorgeous picture of the rolling foothills against the backdrop of the stunning Rocky Mountains, someone had stopped and asked if she was having car trouble and if she needed a hand with anything.  The old lady at the farmers market stand had thrown in a free lemon loaf because Anna had purchased so many vegetables and had a lovely conversation.  The ladies she worked with at the diner, who she’d barely known, instantly became her friends and invited her out right away.   And when some gross guy got in her personal space and wasn’t taking no for an answer, a cowboy got in his face. 

Her cowboy.

Not only that, her cowboy nearly choked the life out of that man when he’d tried to hurt her.

Anna was really starting to get it.  She knew there had to be a reason she’d felt happier than she’d ever been in a long time after spending time in her new town.  When she first arrived, she’d only signed a six-month lease, wondering where she might head next when she became bored with the simple life.  Now, at that moment, she couldn’t imagine living anywhere else, and that seemed to have a lot to do with her cowboy.

When Kristoff texted her that night before bed asking if it wasn’t too late to talk, Anna was eager and excited.  He called her straight away, and even thought she was tired, they talked for an hour before hanging up.

Anna was definitely falling for him. 

Even though Friday night wasn’t a date, she could not wait to spend more time with Kristoff.  Even if it did mean being patient about it.  Like her initial instincts told her, he was absolutely someone worth waiting for.

~   ~   ~   ~   ~

They picked her up in the big dually around eight on Friday evening.  With all the ranch hands in the truck, Anna went to squeeze in with Kristoff, Sven and Davy, when Kristoff simply put her on his lap and held her.  It was delightful, despite her nerves over the evening ahead.  She smiled, looking into his eyes as they drove.  They were sparkling with excitement.  She was happy to see that, and that his face was almost completely healed except for a shadow of a bruise around his eye and a small scab above his eyebrow. 

He leaned over and whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling her neck.  “You look so sexy.”

Anna giggled quietly.  She’d gone to the thrift store to see if there were any cool clothes there and happened to find a black Harley Davidson tank top in her size and a worn leather jacket that fit well.  With that and her jeans and cowboy boots, Anna had put on some smoky makeup and pulled her hair back into a high ponytail in an attempt to look as intimidating as she could.  She supposed the result being sexy was good too.

When they piled out of the truck at the saloon, Anna noticed that nearly every vehicle in the almost full lot was a large newer pickup truck, and the music was a lot quieter than previous times.  Buck was first to the door and held it for her and everyone else, and when Anna stepped into the place, she immediately understood.

Every single person in the place turned to stare with hostility at who’d walked in.  Almost everyone was an older man, all with hard looks and weathered faces.  When Anna and everyone with her was appraised, the animosity immediately relaxed, and most of them turned back to their tables and went about their business.

Sven led them all over to an empty standing table near the door while people murmured greetings in their direction.  A waitress met them there and took the order for a couple of pitchers of beer.

Anna turned to Kristoff.  “That was intimidating as hell.”

He laughed quietly.  “Definitely.  We’re hoping that when those boys walk into this, we have some choice words with them and they decide to never come back.”

“I wouldn’t if it were me,” Anna agreed. 

One of the older gentlemen sauntered over to the table with a bow-legged limp.  His hair and burly mustache were completely white, giving a stark contrast against his black cowboy hat.  He looked at Anna first, reaching up to grab the front of his hat and tipping it in her direction. 

“Ma’am,” he said, then turned to the men.  “When you figure these boys will show?”

“Hopefully sooner rather than later,” Sven answered.  “We’ve got an early mornin’ tomorrow.”

“You button up your old pasture there, Mort?” Buck chimed in.

“What do you take me for, Buchanan.  Of course, I did.”

Anna sensed there was some history between those two.  The older man in the black cowboy hat – Mort – must be who they’d called old man Miller since Anna had heard Kristoff tell the cop that those guys cut through one of his pastures to avoid the main roads. 

“If those boys are stupid enough to let this get into a fight, we got your back this time,” said Miller.  “Everyone in this place don’t want those pissants coming around here anymore.”

His eyes flicked to Anna and she understood.  Kristoff had told her over the phone that week that Sven had gone and talked to him to tell him about their shortcut on his land and to get some help spreading the word that a message needed to be sent.  The fight, and the fact that daddy’s boy had managed to just catch Anna on her jaw with his fist, must have been one of the topics of conversation.

Sven said, “Thanks, Mort.  And thanks for spreading the word.  Good turnout.”  

Mort gave a sharp nod.  “Almost every rancher and farmer in the county answered my call.  We’ll clear out the riffraff.”  He tipped his hat to the table and sauntered back towards the men he’s been sitting with.

A waitress came by a moment later with two pitchers and six mugs.  She was setting them on the table when the front door opened and a group walked in. 

The low murmurs stopped, and everyone turned to look with another hard stare.  It was a group of young people, dressed in jeans and t-shirts, looking ready to have a good time in a country bar.  Even though everyone in the place turned back to their own tables upon realized this group wasn’t the one that they were looking for, it had apparently been jarring enough to the young people that they turned right around and went back into the parking lot.

Anna felt bad for them, but glad that it appeared to have the effect everyone was aiming for.

The guys started to talk about work when the front door opened again.  This time it was a single man who Anna recognized as one of the cops who’d stopped the fight a week ago.  Clearly, he was off duty.   When the people in the bar saw he was one of them, the mood relaxed again and many greetings were sent his way.  The man’s gaze swept towards their direction, and when he spotted them, he walked over.

“Glad to see ya, Frankie,” Sven said as he approached. 

“Sven, Kris, boys,” he nodded his head to each of them, then turned to Anna.   “Ma’am.”  He offered his hand.  “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”

She shook it.  “I’m Anna.  I work at the diner in town.”

“Nice to meet you, Anna.  These boys treating you properly, I hope?”

Anna smiled.  “Always.”

He nodded his approval and turned back to Sven.  “I assume from that warm welcome I haven’t missed the show?”

“Nope.  I do hope they show up soon though, it was a bitch of a week and we got an early morning tomorrow.”

As if on cue, the front door opened and a group of men walked in.  Everyone turned to stare, and the mood in the room shifted immediately.  The anger was almost palpable.  Someone even cut the music to the Jukebox.

Daddy’s boy was in front, trudging forward into the saloon confidently until he realized what he was walking into and stopped dead in his tracks.  His friends all bumped into his back as the front door swung closed.  A very intense silence stretched for a moment until someone broke it. 

“You boys think of cuttin’ through my pasture again, it’ll be the last thing you ever do,” said Miller, pushing himself to his feet from the chair he’d been sitting in.

Daddy’s boy looked around, putting a confident smirk on his face even though Anna could see there was apprehension in his eyes.  All five of them still had plenty of waning bruising from the brawl the weekend before, making it clear that they were the losers of that fight.

“Come on now,” he said to the room of hard stares.  “We can let bygones be bygones.”

Frankie was the next one to raise his voice. “We don’t want you in our town, let alone our country, ever again.”

The man standing with his friends looked over at them, anger flashing across his face as his eyes swept past her and then pausing on Kristoff, before looking at the cop. “Really?  This is a free country.  Isn’t it, Officer?”

“It is, and you are certainly free to go where you want.  Except you aren’t welcome here no more.”

“You’re free to get your asses kicked you ever come back,” someone in the back of the room shouted, and other people began putting in their two cents, all those voices starting to get loud as the tension in the room grew.

“Alright, listen,” Daddy’s boy piped up, raising his hands in a surrendering gesture, and the crowed quieted.  “I get it, you old timers don’t take kindly to us cuttin’ through a pasture.  We don’t do it anymore.”

“Can’t,” Mort spat.  “I fenced over all those broke down gates.”

“Fine, can’t.  I apologize, sir, for causing you any undue stress and aggravation.” He turned back towards them and Anna could see him staring right at Kristoff.  “These boys on the other hand… I got bones to pick with them.”

“You got a bone to pick with them, you got a bone to pick with all of us,” Mort warned. 

Now the ringleader of the unwelcome group of men was looking at Buck.  “You owe me a windshield, old man,” he said, making his voice low and threatening.  Then he turned his gaze to Anna and gave her a disturbing smile that sent shivers down her back.  “And you owe me a dance, sugar.”

“Boy, you really do want to get your ass kicked, huh?” Sven laughed. 

Kristoff spoke up over Sven’s laughter. “You lay a hand on her ever again,” he gave him a wicked grin, “I’ll kill you myself.”

“And then there’s you.” Daddy’s boy stared at Kristoff, real anger and no fear showing on his face.  He spoke slow and deliberate. “I owe you, friend.”

“I ain’t your friend,” Kristoff said through gritted teeth.  “Now you boys wanna get a beat down?  Or you gonna do the smart thing and tuck tail?”

Men from all over the bar started to take to their feet, and those already standing, took a step forward to the unwelcome group.

All four of the men behind their ringleader seemed to shirk into his back, seeking protection from a crowd that looked ready to go off like a powder keg.  Daddy’s boy suddenly looked around.  He’d been so focused on Kristoff he hadn’t noticed how threatening everything had become. 

Finally, a bit of nerves began to show through the anger.  “Whatever,” he said, taking a step back towards the door.  “We don’t want to be surrounded by a bunch of fucking hillbillies anyway.   You can have your shitty little Podunk town.”

“You stay the fuck out of our whole county,” Buck piped up with his incredibly loud voice.  “We see you fellas anywhere near here, you’ll need an ambulance ride home.”

“Consider this fair warning,” Mort chimed in. 

Daddy’s boy scowled at everyone and swiftly turned to leave the bar, sparing a quick and nervous glance over his shoulder as he opened the door and hastily went though it with his buddies close behind.  The whole bar was quiet, listening to five adult men outside run across a gravel parking lot and get into a truck, spitting rocks with the tires as they took off and peeled out onto the main road. 

“Well good fuckin’ riddance,” said the surly, tattooed bartender, and everyone started to laugh and talk.  The Jukebox started back up, and just like that, the place was a happy saloon again.

Feeling relieved, Anna turned back to the table, however, all the men standing there were sharing concerned glances, putting her on edge. 

Sven said, “This shit ain’t over.”

“Not by a long shot,” Frankie agreed.

“What do you mean?” Coop asked, clearly as confused as Anna.

“That dick is going to come after me,” Kristoff stated.  “Personally.”

Buck, Frankie and Sven all nodded. 

“After all that?” Davy asked, looking doubtful.  “He ain’t that dumb.”

“Got nothin’ to do with dumb,” said Buck.  “Like Kris said, It’s personal.  That piece of shit is gonna take it to home turf.”

“What?” Anna asked, feeling a little sick to her stomach.  “What does that mean?”

“It means we’re not getting any sleep tonight,” Kristoff said, looking sad and tired. 

“Finish off them beers, boys,” Sven commanded.  “We gotta get ready.”

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[bad-at-names-and-faces]

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🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?  So, the pre-history of my involvement in writing fanfiction basically starts when I was a grad student 20-some years ago, and one of the other grad students was writing a master's thesis on fan communities, so I got to learn a lot about early 21st century online fan culture from an academic perspective. During this time, on and off, I'd try to write novels, but always petered out after a bit, though I did "finish" nanowrimo in 2008, but never did anything with what I produced. At one point, I read the complete works of Jane Austen, and took advantage of my Netflix subscription to watch every single adaptation I could get my hands on. In terms of fandom spaces, around this time, I was also really into CSI, and was somewhat involved in a discussion board mostly talking about Grissom/Sara, but fanfiction wasn't really on my personal radar, and I was also starting to watch Downton Abbey and Mad Men and even though I had some (what I'd now call) post-canon headcanons, it never occurred to me to write those down or turn them into stories.

Anyhow, fast forward to 7 years ago or so, and my oldest had gotten obsessed with Frozen, and we had watched both Frozen and Frozen Fever. While babysitting a friend's kids at bedtime, the oldest had some decorations leftover from his birthday party, which were Frozen Fever themed, so I mentioned something about it, but he hadn't seen the short yet, so he asked me to tell the story. Anyhow, after the part with Hans being hit with the snowball, he asked me if Hans then went back to Arendelle. I said I didn't think so, but he insisted, so I started telling a story about Elsa sending him to the island of Elba after he tried taking over again. "And then he escapes?" Umm... well, it worked for Napoleon, so sure... then he returned to Arendelle, and then he got sent to St. Helena. "And he escaped there?" Um, sure, he got on a pirate ship, but first they sailed to the South Pacific, and he ended up ruling the island of Pitcairn...

So, after this, I realized that I had basically made a fanfiction, which I hadn't really thought about doing before, and it wasn't even for a character I liked, so I started thinking about Anna and Kristoff. I didn't really get very far because I wasn't involved in any fandom spaces yet, but fast forward to 2019, and I started seeing trailers for Frozen II, and by the fall, once I had burned through all the plausible spoilers on reddit, I had gotten on Tumblr and started reading kristanna fanfiction, and by November of that year, I had started writing a few different fics, one of which became The Young Diplomat, which I started posting around the end of the year. The rest is history (plus, um, writing was a very good hobby for the following year, let's be honest...)

Oh, and at some point I will rework my 2008 nanowrimo project into a kristanna modern coffeeshop AU. Because it really fits.

[ericmicael]

Screenrant citing the theory that Honeymaren could be Elsa's love interest already introduced, I think they've posted this about three times already.

But I don't remember if the other times they mentioned this comparison between the beginning of ElsaMaren and the beginning of KristAnna. How Honeymaren was Elsa's guide in her search to understand the whole plot about her magical purpose while Kristoff guided Anna on her journey to find Elsa. It's actually easy to relate the relationship between Elsa and Honeymaren to some other Disney couples like Rapunzel's with Flynn, and not just the "campfire scene", but ElsaMaren's main difference in "Frozen 2" to the other couples is literally screen time: Honeymaren, instead of accompanying Elsa and continuing to guide her, stayed with the tribe.

And I don't doubt that this was also one of the things that was changed if we remember some conceptual art such as the alternative ending showing Honeymaren and Ryder accompanying Elsa to Ahtohallan.

And, in fact, screen time is precisely what Disney doesn't want to give the two women. I'm still surprised that a mobile game remains the only place where women have this.

What will be the agreement that has been reached regarding "Disney Magic Kingdoms"? There's Ryder being called a "dog barking up the wrong tree" for trying to get close to Elsa when all the Snow Queen's attention was on Honeyamren, and there's that whole ending of him understanding his sister's feelings about the Snow Queen. It really takes a huge fanfic not to say that this game confirmed that Honeymaren is in love with Elsa.

Thinking a little here, imagine if one of the reasons for Nortuldra's lack of content was precisely to not develop ElsaMaren? There are several theories about Northuldra's lack of content, it would be a little curious if this were one of the real ones.

But as I've said a few times: although I believe that Honeymaren was indeed made to be Elsa's perfect romantic interest, I don't believe in explicit confirmation since Disney, regardless of Jennifer Lee's opinions on Elsa's life, the company will not run the risk of losing money. And Elsa with a man seems like an even less viable idea for Disney than lesbian Elsa.

My safest bet continues to be Kristen Bell's words talking about this rivalry between Honeymaren and Ryder for Elsa's heart, although this dispute already has a winner... But few people know about this mobile game, which will give the impression that Elsa is still single, but she officially and with screen time has two options for those who want to make fanfic.

[lukin08]

Up In The Air- Chapter 3

Kristanna Modern AU

Rated T

WC: 2300

Summary: Tired of her nomad lifestyle, traveling nurse Anna Arendelle on a whim picks Pensacola Florida as her new town to try find a sense of home. Meanwhile, Navy Pilot Kristoff Bjorgman has accepted a dream position at the Naval station in the same town. After a chance encounter goes south, the two of them find their lives entwined, with neither of them all that happy about it!

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“Anna!” The table yelled out in unison, some in the group raising their drinks as they called her name.  Camila hadn’t been joking when she said everyone would be out.  Most the nurses, techs and doctors who were off were standing or sitting around the three high tops pushed together.

“I saved you a seat,” Camila said as she ran over to meet Anna.  Camila led Anna over to the tables to a stool between her and Sue.  There was a spread of food already on the tables and Anna quickly filled up a plate.  She was famished.  Between her morning shift at the hospital and working at the OB’s office, she didn’t find any time to grab lunch.  

“So, how was the Dr. Intilli’s,” Camila asked, handing Anna a beer.

Sue leaned in before Anna could answer.  “I hope Dr. Intilli is single for the number of hours you’re putting in at his office and how much you talk about him.  I’ve never heard him mention anyone, so I’ll remain hopeful.”

“If you must know, his partner helped me find the house I’m renting.  They’re a lovely couple.  And I like working there when they are short staffed.  Gives me something to do.”

“Something to do!” Sue threw her hands up.  “Anna, you’ve been here for over a month!  Your ‘something to do’ should be filled with getting out and having fun.”

“You sound just like Camila.”

“Good.  You should listen to us!  Now let me help get you initiated into the club.”

“Sue, stop!” Camila reprimanded.  

“Anna’s the one that said she was ready to start dating again.  I’m just helping her along.”

Camila shook her head.  “What I meant was, she’s not interested in any sailors.”

“Oh please.  Was one date really that bad?”

Anna nodded, rolling her eyes as she took a drink from her beer.  “I shouldn’t have told you two about that.”

Camila nudged Anna.  “Don’t mind her.  She’s biased because of her husband.”

Anna’s head swiveled to Sue.  “Your husband was in the Navy?”

Sue smiled and winked.  “20 years.  His last station was Pensacola and we ended up staying.  So yes, I’m a little biased, but if you don’t want military let’s see what the options are.”  Sue started scanning the bar.

Anna looked at her quizzically.  “What do you mean?”

“Sue can spot military from a mile away.” Camila answered.

“They all have a certain look to them,” Sue said as she continued to look around, until she stopped her focus at the back of the bar.  “See the group at the back there?  All Navy.  The two across from us, not.  But they don’t look like your type.”

 “You know my type too?  Anna snorted when she laughed.  “Ok.  I must know.  What is your secret?  How do you know who’s who?”

“First and most importantly,” Sue said, holding up her finger.  “Years of being around it.  And second,” she glanced around until she zeroed in on two men entering the bar.  “There it is.  See that one, with the brown hair?” Anna looked in the direction Sue was focused on.  “The hair usually gives it away- neat and short most of the time.  Also, see how he’s walking?  It’s too precise.  Yeah, that one’s definitely Navy.  Although he does have a bit of swager in his step.  Probably a fly boy.”

“Fly boy?”

“A pilot.”

“Oh, he’s cute!” Camila added as she looked over and pointed in that direction.  “But I like his friend more.  Anna what do you think?”

Anna grabbed her hand, shoving it down quicky.  “Camila, stop!  They’ll see us.”

“That’s the point!  Sue what do you make of the other one?”

Sue looked intently for a moment.  “You know, I can’t really tell.  He’s either a local or an officer.  It’s a toss-up, really.”

Anna kept her gaze on the duo until they found a pub table not too far away and started talking.  She had to agree with Camila.  Both men were good looking, but something drew her more to the second one.  Anna didn’t realize she was staring until one of the doctors asked her a question and pulled her back into the conversation with the group.   

Five minutes later, Sue was sliding off her pub chair.  “Ok, here we go ladies.”

Anna shot a look at Sue.  “Where are you going?”

Sue had a laser focus on the bar.  “To gather intel.  I’ll be back soon.”

Anna could only watch as Sue sauntered up to the bar right next to one of the men from the table.  She hid her face in her hands.  “Oh, this isn’t going to go well.”

“Relax,” Camila said then got distracted.  She held up a sheet of paper from the table.  “Oh, look.  They have karaoke tonight.  Fun!”

“Wait,what?”

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“Hey Svenny,” Sue heard the bartender say as she watched him put both hands on the edge of the bar.  “Sorry for the wait.  I’m down two wait staff tonight.”  He handed over two bottles of beer. “Great to see you again!  How you’ve been doing, bud?  I see you managed to get Kris out.”

The man turned and looked behind him.  “Miracles do happen.”

“Well, I can’t speak for my brother, but I’m sure Cliff is appreciative.”

“I’m always up for dragging his ass out and making him live a little.”

The bartender chuckled as he glanced over to the table then turned his attention back to Sven.  “How long are you in town?’

“Just a few more days.  I’ve got a few weeks of leave before I report to my new assignment, and we wanted to see Kris.  It’s been too long.” 

“I heard you’re reassigned to the States now that your deployment is over.  Congrats!  Where are you going?”

“Virginia Beach.  And thanks.  Finally.  Hopefully we should be back for a long time.”

“Good to hear.  How’s the wife doing?”

Sue heard a sigh, and she already knew where the conversation was going.  She listened to them talk before she couldn’t hold it in anymore.  “Want some unsolicited advice from a wife of a 20-year naval veteran?” 

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“What’s going on now?” Anna asked, not able to look over at the bar.

Camila was watching Sue’s every move.  “She’s talking to them.  He’s giving her a look.  Oh wait!  He’s smiling at her!”

“That can’t be good.”

“I’m sure it’s fine.”  Camila hopped off the chair with the paper in hand.  “I’ll be back in a minute. I’m going to put our names on the list for karaoke.”

A few minutes later, Sue was bouncing back to the table, drinks in hand and smiling like a Cheshire cat.

“What was that about?” Anna asked, crossing her arms and squinting her eyes at Sue.

“Top secret military stuff.  But look, he bought us drinks!”  Sue sat down and passed Anna’s drink over.  “I don’t know what it is, but it looked like it was strong.”

“Sounds like I may need it.”

Sue ignored her and started in.  “Here’s the deal. The one at the bar… off the table.  Married and from what I could gather, happily.  So, hands off.  But the blond is definitely single.  And the more I get a look at him, fucking hot.  I see it as a win-win situation for everyone.  So, now you may go talk to him.”

“Just like that?”

“Why not?”

“Because!”  Anna threw her face in her hands.  “I am going to need a drink for that.”

Sue pushed hers over.  “Then you can have mine too.  I’m not drinking anymore tonight.  Early shift tomorrow.”

Camila was back as soon as Anna finished her drink. Anna grabbed Sue’s when Camila dragged her over by the karaoke.

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“Cheers,” Sven clinked his beer to Kristoff’s and both men took a swig of their glasses.   “Thanks for showing me around today.  That was a dream come true.”

Kristoff sat back in thought for a moment.  “Yeah, glad we could do that.  The team liked you…surprisingly.” A corner of Kristoff's mouth turned up.

“What are you talking about?  Everyone loves me.  I’m a joy to have in class.  Ask my second-grade teacher.”

“And it was all downhill after that. But seriously, it was nice to be able to take someone on base besides my parents to see everything.”

“You ready for El Centro? I can’t believe you leave soon.”

“It’s come up so fast.”  Kristoff shook his head.  “Everything’s been a blur since July.  Between transitioning duties in Norfolk, moving down here, getting in the jets and starting to learn the show, I barely know which way is up.  We already started working on the routine.”

“How is it?”

Kristoff let out a high bark of a laugh.  “Rough.  But the boss wants us to have a basic feel for the show in the air before we leave.”

Sven leaned forward on his elbows, his face turning serious.  “Be honest.  What’s it like?  Flying the jet with the team?”

The grin from Kristoff said it all.  “Amazing.”

Sven clapped his hands and leaned back against his chair.  He wore a huge smile from ear to ear.  “I fucking knew it!  What a dream!  Now you get 8 weeks in Cali flying with the Angels and you’ll come back a cohesive team!”

“Don’t glamourize it too much.  It’s not like I’ll be sitting at the beach.  That’s 8 weeks of intense work in the Mohave Desert.”

“I’ll glamorize it all I want!  Do you know how many pilots would kill to be in your position?”

“I’m fully aware.”

Sven took another drink of his beer.  He sat the bottle down, spinning the bottom edge of the glass on the table.  “Remember when we used to talk about trying out for the Angels when we were in the Academy?  You actually did it.”

“You could too.”

“Fuck off with that.”  Sven shook his head, dismissing the idea.

“Why?”

“Why?!”  Sven looked like he could barely contain his laughter at the thought.   “Look at you!  You’ve done twice the amount of combat deployments as I have, you’ve been to TOPGUN, you’re a full rank above me.  Plus, all the shit you’ve been through…”

Kristoff crossed his arms.  “So what?  None of that gets you in the Blue Angels.  You have all the required hours and the rank to apply.  There’s a lot of things you have that I don’t that could make you stand out to get on the team.”

“Like what?”

“Like Nic to start.”

“Oh, ok.”  Sven rolled his eyes.  “That’ll help with getting on a team where you FLY AN F-18.”

“It does.  It gives you balance.  I don’t have that.  It’s why I have all the combat deployments, hours and rank.  What else do I have to do?”

Sven tilted his head. “Am I sensing some regret?”

Kristoff’s face remained emotionless.  “Absolutely not.  I’m just showing the comparison.  What I’m saying is you have experiences to bring to the team.  Plus, you’re a damn good pilot with a stunning reputation.”

“Who told you that?”

“Word gets around.”

“Was it Pop Tart?”

Kristoff let out a heartly laugh.  “Definitely not!  I swear how can we both have been deployed with him and you and I never be assigned to the same carrier even once?”

Sven was laughing too.  “Both times I had deployment with Pops, he’d complain about you to me whenever he had the chance.  He really hates you.  I think he’s still angry you gave him that call sign.”

“The guy ate Pop Tarts every meal.  He was asking for it!  I only came up with it and encouraged the name.  The rest of the squad had to agree for it to stick.” 

Sven burst into another fit of laughter before calming down and sighing.  “It would be a blast flying together.”

“Think about it.  Applications are due in the spring if you decide it’s right for you.  I can give you some advice, but you’ll have to figure out your path on your own.”

“Thanks.  I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”

“Any time.  Now, how’s Nic really doing?  I didn’t want to ask about anything around her.”

Sven blew out a breath.  “Better.  I was gone for almost 8 months this time.  It takes a toll; delays plans we had...”  Sven trailed off, lost in thought.  Then just as quickly, he snapped out of it and continued.  “I think Nicki’s having a tough time believing I should be home now for a few years at least.”

Sven went on to tell Kristoff how they had started couples therapy that was offered on base to help adjust to him being back and how he felt it was a positive thing for them.  Kristoff didn’t say anything, knowing Sven needed an ear to listen more than any advice.  Not that he would have much to give that would help.  Sven and Nicole were a strong couple, and he was happy to hear them address their issues head on.  After a while the conversations drifted to their families and a vacation Sven was planning.  Sven noticed Kristoff’s attention start to waiver several times, looking over Sven’s shoulder before coming back to the conversation.  He asked Kristoff if he was ok, getting only a dismissive ‘yes’. 

“What are you looking at?” Sven said after Kristoff got distracted again.  He swiveled in the chair to look behind him then back to Kristoff.  “Do you want to sing karaoke that bad?”

“What?  No!”

Sven gave Kristoff a frustrated look then turned away again.  After a few moments, Sven turned back, a shit eating grin on his face.  “You’re watching the red head, aren’t you?”

“Fuck off,” Kristoff said.  He grabbed his beer and took a long drink, his cheeks flashing red.