#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]

Big Sky Ranch - 12

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: Explicit WC: 3451

Chapter Index

*Content warning in tags*

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Anna was clearing up the dishes from the supper that she had made while Mr. Weadick read a book at the kitchen table when the doorbell rang.  She wiped her hands on her apron and went to answer it.   Sven was standing there with a scraggly looking middle-aged guy in a trucker cap.

“Hey Anna,” Sven greeted her warmly.  “Got a new hire to meet the old man.”

“Oh sure,” she said, and stood back to let the men enter.

“Well, hey there,” the stranger said directly to her, as he stepped through the threshold, eyeing her up and down.

Sven turned quickly to the other man and brought up a finger.  “She’s taken.”

The man held up his hands.  “My apologies.  She yours?”

“No, my brothers.  Now drop it.”

The man gave him a rather exaggerated apologetic look while managing to appear thoroughly amused. 

Anna brought them into the kitchen and they took a seat at the table with Mr. Weadick.  She busied herself with cleaning up from the rest of dinner, listening to the interview.  The guy, apparently having just arrived in town, had worked hard with Buck all day.  Mr. Weadick threw him some tough questions and he seemed to manage them easily.   In the end, he was welcomed on and Anna had to wonder if Buck was going to get along with him sharing the house. 

She couldn’t quite place it, but there was something about the guy – Bill, apparently – that seemed a little off.   Perhaps it was the rather lewd look he’d given her when Sven wasn’t paying attention when they were leaving the kitchen.  Maybe it just creeped her out a bit now that she was with Kristoff.  She’d had plenty of looks like that before from her ex’s friends and at the diner by certain men, and never thought much of them beyond plain disgust. 

With everything cleaned up and prepped for the morning, she bid her boss a good evening and happily went down to the ranch houses to help Coop with their supper.

He was planning on doing smokies on the grill and there wasn’t much to help with, so Anna sat in one of the lawn chairs and waited for the rest of the ranch hands while she chatted with Coop.  Kristoff, Sven and Jett filtered in a short time later and Anna was happy to see her boyfriend.  Bill was chatting with Buck, having accepted the invitation for dinner, and seemed to pay her little attention.

The guys put the horses away and everyone shot the shit over a beer before Coop fired up the grill to cook the smokies.  Anna was pretty tired with how much her and Kristoff had been going at it, and she happily let him handle the BBQ while she relaxed with the other guys.

“We should eat outside,” Coop said, looking over his shoulder from the BBQ as he brushed it clean to cook on.

“Sounds good,” Sven said, and everyone else agreed.  “I’ll grab the condiments and shit.”

“I’ll grab another round a beers,” Buck added.

“I gotta take a piss,” Kristoff said quietly to himself and got up with a faint groan.  He threw a smile Anna’s way and went into Sven’s place.

“Oh, I should grab that little folding table from the stables for the fixins’,” Coop said and turned away from the grill.

Anna looked to see that Bill and Jett were in a conversation and she didn’t want Coop to grab it with his broken arm.  She stood.  “I got it, just tell me where it is.”

“Oh, it’s somewhere buried in the storage room at the back.  Thanks, Anna!”

She took off for the stables and opened the man door beside the barn doors.  The smell of horse was prevalent, yet there was a cleanliness to it.  Coop was doing a great job managing it himself with his broken arm. 

Anna walked the length of the stable to the storage room.  Looking in, she spied it right away and went to grab it.  She was leaning over to lift it when someone grabbed her ass, hard.

Anna turned, startled, half expecting to see Kristoff grinning at her.  What she saw instead was a threatening and seriously creepy look from Bill.  “What the hell-”

He moved as quick as a snake strike, clamping his hand against her mouth.  He didn’t say anything as he shoved her towards the wall, slamming her back painfully against it.

“You stay quiet if you know what’s good for ya,” he hissed, as his hand came up and grabbed her breast through her shirt and squeezed painfully.  “We gonna have a quick little party in this room here.”

Anna’s fight response kicked in and she did the only thing she could think to do in that moment, which was to bring up her knee as fast and hard as she could.  It connected with the man’s testicles with a satisfying thud.

He dropped her and doubled over.  Anna turned and ran out of the stables, banging her shoulder against the jam of the man door and stumbling to her knees on the ground outside.  She looked up wildly to see who would help her, when Kristoff looked casually over at the movement in her direction as he descended the steps from Sven’s house.

His face changed instantly, and his entire body snapped into action.  If she thought Bill had moved fast, there was nothing as fast as the way Kristoff started charging in her direction to see her on her hands and knees with a pleading look for help.  Only his focus wasn’t on her, it was on the open door to the stables.  He didn’t even look at her as he barreled past and into the building.

The next thing Anna heard was the sound of a fist hitting a face, something she’d never even heard in her entire life until that fight that Boone had gotten into with Kristoff.

Anna scrambled to her feet, looking at the other men near the house.  Jett and Coop were wide eyed with a confused ‘what the fuck?’ expression on their faces, and Sven had his arms full of condiments as he’d been following Kristoff out of the house.  He locked eyes with her.

“Kristoff’s gonna kill him,” Anna yelled to his brother.

Sven dropped everything in his arms and charged forward with instant understanding.  Anna scrambled to her feet and beat him to the door and ran inside.  As she’d expected, Bill was on his back on the stable floor, taking hit after hit to the forearms that were trying to protect his face and failing half the time to do so.

“Kristoff!  Kristoff!”

He wasn’t listening, his face twisted with that rage she’d seen when he was choking Boone.  

Sven came in and launched himself at Kristoff’s back.  “Kris, stop!  Stop!”  He put his arm around Kristoff’s neck and tried to haul him back while he mercilessly kept pummeling the man on the floor.  Jett and Coop ran into the stable a moment later, and upon seeing what was happening, tried to help haul Kristoff off of the prone man.

There was a struggle until Buck appeared in the threshold of the door and used his incredibly loud voice.  “Stop it you fucks!”

Kristoff finally relented and the ranch hands were able to haul him away from the other man and up to his feet.  Bill was scrambling away on his ass, screaming about how crazy Kristoff was pretty much every curse word Anna had ever heard.  His face was a bloody mess, and it was clear that his nose was badly broken.

Her cowboy was panting with clenched teeth, his wild, furious eyes locked on Bill as he scrambled to his feet.   Kristoff remained silent, seething, while every other man on his side started shouting at Bill.  It was hard to make out what they were saying, they were all shouting over each other, but it all had similar tones of ‘fucking off’, ‘getting lost’ and ‘you come back and we’ll kill you’.  In the end, Bill heeded their advice and ran from the stable.

When he left, Kristoff was still panting, staring ahead down the length of the stable.  Every man holding him back released their grip slowly, like they were afraid he’d take off after Bill.  Instead, he sank slowly to his knees and hung his head between his slumped shoulders.

“Come on,” Sven said quietly to the other men, and they retreated slowly, all looking down at the ground.

Kristoff remained where he was, still breathing deeply while Anna could only stare at him.   She was a little shocked, a little scared, and madly in love.  He’d been hitting Bill mercilessly, and yet the man was still able to take to his feet.  A man Kristoff’s size could have easily bashed Bills face in in the time it took Sven and the others to haul him off, and as crazed as Kristoff had looked while he pummeled the man, Bill was still able to leave under his own power.  That kind of restraint spoke volumes.

Anna walked over to him and slid her hands onto his shoulders.  They tensed at the touch only did not relax.  She started to rub his rock-hard shoulders.  “I fucking love you so much.”

He let out an exhale and his entire body finally relaxed a little.  He pulled in a shaky breath like he was on the verge of tears.  “What exactly did he do?” he whispered.

Anna suddenly understood.  Kristoff knew Bill had hurt her, only he didn’t know how.  And to him, that didn’t matter.  All he knew when he looked at her was that she was in trouble, and he acted.

“He groped me,” she said with a wince, unsurprised he tensed up again under her hands.  “But I’m fine.  I kneed him in the balls.”

He was silent for a moment and then there was a very light shaking of his shoulders with a nearly silent chuckle.  “Atta girl.”

She moved around him and kneeled in front of him, ignoring her clean jeans on the dusty stable floor, then hooked her finger under his chin so that he would look at her.  “I never once worried about my safety, Kristoff.  I knew you were here.”

His eyes darted away from hers.  “I shouldn’t have left you alone.  That guy had a creepy vibe.”

Anna would have chuckled if this wasn’t so serious.  “Well, he’s gone now.  So, let’s just go eat, okay?”

His eyes rolled slowly back to meet hers.  “Where?”

Anna understood by the look he was giving her, his brows turned up with worry.  Her hand came up and she touched her palm lightly to her left breast.  “Here.”

His lips pursed in rage again.  “I’m so sorry.”

That surprised her.  “Don’t be sorry for his actions!  You set him straight.  I’m sure he’ll think twice before doing anything like that again.”

“He won’t.” 

His eyes seared into her, and she shook her head slightly, wondering again the ways of men.  There was so much goodness in them, and yet so much evil.  At least for her experiences, the good ones far outweighed the bad.

“Come on,” she said, standing to her feet and reaching out for him to grab his hands with an encouraging smile.  “Let’s go eat.”

He looked up at her, regarding her, then nodded and stood up.  As soon as he was on his feet, he pulled her into a fierce hug.  “I fucking love you so much, too.”

He held onto her as long as she let him until she decided it was over and she let go of him and waited.  While he did not want to, he knew it was time to do the same.  He looked back down at her face when they pulled apart, his mind still clouded with fury.   Despite the fact that the old man was a pretty good judge of character, they’d all missed something with that guy.

Anna asked again if they could go eat and he was helpless to resist, even if he wanted to just take her back to the cabin and barricade themselves in.  She was hungry and he didn’t have much on hand, so they left the stables to eat some smokies.

The scene that was unfolding at the grill was tense.  Every man was on their feet, speaking harshly to one another.

“… fucking know better, Buck!” Sven was shouting in the older man’s face.

“You and the old man are the assholes that hired him!” Buck shot back. 

Coop shouted, “Where the hell was Jett when Bill took off?!  They was talking a minute before!”

“I had to take a leak too!” Jett threw up his arms.  “I went around the side of the house to piss!  You’re the one that let her get that table on her own!”

“She offered!” Coop shouted, holding up his casted arm.  “I was grillin’ the dogs, I didn’t see him take off for the stables!”

Sven turned his rage on the group.  “None of that matters!  Buck saw him suckin’ at a flask all day and didn’t say nonthin’”.

“I was gonna tell you after he left and see how you assholes wanted to handle it!” Buck shouted, taking a step towards Sven with a raised fist.  “Not like we’re exactly innocent of doing the same thing from time to time, and we’re hurtin’ for help here!”

The arguing continued and Kristoff had had about all he could take.  His nerves were already fried.  “Enough!” he roared.

The four other men looked at their direction, all eyes on him until they realized Anna was beside him and every focus went to her.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Anna,” Sven said, getting a little choked up.  “I thought the dude was on the level.”

His eyes slipped to Kristoff and he saw the panicky apology in them.  He wasn’t mad at his bother, but it wasn’t so easy to let go of so much sudden adrenaline and his furrowed brow refused to relax.  No one would have guessed that the guy would try and pull something like that with them all around, even if he had been nipping at a flask all day long.  Perhaps he figured it was his only chance to get as far as he could.  The dude clearly had a screw loose.  Not that any of that mattered to Kristoff.  If he ever saw the guy again, he’d resume beating him.

“Sven, it’s okay!” Anna was saying, bringing his focus back to her.  “I thought he was okay too!  When you guys were up at the house he seemed on the level.”

Sven’s eyes turned to the ground.  “I’m sorry,” he muttered again, looking more than ashamed.

Kristoff knew it was because his brother had looked to him for a reaction and only received a hard stare.  He was still furious.  And ashamed of himself too.  If the other guys hadn’t stopped him, he wasn’t sure if he would have stopped himself. 

“It’s my fault, Anna,” Coop piped up, speaking quickly and looking as sacred as a rabbit in a snare.  “I should’ve got that table myself.”

“I offered!” Anna protested.

“I should’ve said something about the flask right away,” Buck said to the ground.  “Even though he was a hard worker and got a bunch of shit done, that’s still not right.  I’m sorry, Anna.”

Before she could open her mouth, Jett spoke up.  “He glanced at you headin’ to the stables when I got up to take a piss.  I should’ve clued in on that.”

“Guys!” Anna pleaded.  “Please, I’m fine!”  She reached down blindly and Kristoff knew she was looking for his hand.  He slid his into hers.  “I knew y’all would protect me.”

The way she said that, mimicking their accent, made every single man relax their shoulders and smile ever so slightly.

“I know you boys got my back,” she added, in the same fashion, and the last of the animosity dissolved into nervous chuckles.

Kristoff looked down at her when she turned her face up to him.  Her eyes were pleading, and he understood.  Crisis was averted, and Anna did not want to dwell on what happened.  He nodded once at her.

He turned back to the ranch hands.  “Let’s just eat and forget about that fuckin’ piece of shit.”

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As soon as they stepped into Kristoff’s cabin and shut the door, he turned and pulled her into a protective hug.  “I’m so sorry.”

Anna let out a quick exhale of air against him.  “I know!  That’s all you guys did all night long was apologize! It wasn’t your fault!”

He knew she was mad and she tried to pull away.  He held her tight, unable to let go, and his eyes welled up with tears.  He sniffed and Anna relaxed in his embrace, allowing him to hold her for a very long moment while they breathed against one another.

His mind was a wreck.  He hated what happened, he hated himself, and he hated that fucker Bill like nobody’s business.  He didn’t think there was anything that could pull him out of his current mood.   Anna moved away from his hug and brushed her palm against his crotch.  He was unfazed.

He shied away from her, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt he would not be able to perform.  He was still mad and had an overpowering sense that he’d failed her.  It was also hurting him that she wanted normalcy and he was unable to provide it.  He paced the kitchen, mind lost in troubling thoughts.

“Kristoff, talk to me, please.  I’ve never seen you like this.”

He wasn’t sure what to say.  They’d talked about it a bit over supper, with Anna constantly telling the guys to stop apologizing.  In the end they’d let it go, but the meal wasn’t a happy one.  The mood was low.

Sven had pulled Kristoff into a hug before he took Anna back to the cabin.  It was rare of him to do so in front of the other guys, and Kristoff had greatly appreciated it and hugged his brother back tightly, letting him know that all was right with them.  The only person he blamed for what happened to Anna was himself.

Anna crossed her arms in front of her chest.  “You’re being ridiculous.”

That immediately pissed him off all over again.  “He groped you,” he said through gritted teeth.

She dropped her arms with a frustrated sigh.  “It’s not the first time that’s ever happened to me.”

His eyebrows shot up.  “It’s not?”  It surprised him.  He knew there were a lot of bad dudes out there and he knew the shit that women faced on a daily basis, he just hadn’t really thought about anything like that happening to her before.  Why would he?  Thinking on such things would be torturous.

Anna sat on the couch and patted the seat beside her.  He sat obediently, ready to hear what she had to say.

“One of my ex’s friends got too friendly one night when he was drunk.  He was always giving me dirty looks and gross suggestions, like I should serve them drinks in my lingerie.  And when my ex caught his friend when he had backed me into a corner and had his hand up my skirt, he blamed me.  They both did.  Said I’d been flirty and it was my fault.”

Kristoff didn’t think he could be any angrier, and here he was, seeing red with his hands balled up into tight fists and his teeth clenched so tightly it hurt.  He was vaguely aware that his body had started to shake.

Anna put her hand on his forearm.  “That’s why I haven’t told you about that stuff, Kristoff.  Your protectiveness is pretty intense.”

He thought on that a moment and then did his best to let go of the tension in his body.  It was true, and something he supposed he might have to work on.  Anna wanted to let it go and get right back to living happy and he was holding her back.

“Okay, Anna.  I get it.  I’ll work on that.”

She smirked at him.  “Not too much, I hope.  I do like it.  Just, you know, when I say I’m good, I’m good.  Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

That made her smile, which made him happy, and he was finally able to let go of the simmering rage he felt.  It abated, but the anger did not.  He had a feeling it never would.

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[annaofthenorthernlights]

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Thank you so much for your ask - and HAPPY NEW YEAR! 😘

And now, I realise that I have not even thought about them so clearly, but let me check my writing-mind´s wish for 2025!

🍄 Are there any fandoms you've never written for but want to try?

Well, funny, but for Jane Austen I have (not yet) written only 1 one-shot of 800 words for @firawren´s @janeuary-month event. It´s a short Darcy/Lizzy fic, just out of a spontaneous fun idea. The rections on AO3 and tumblr are stunning (it is a large fandom), and so, I might be tending to take a more serious glimpse into that direction. But tbh, it´s rather Marianne Dashwood/Colonal Brandon from Sense & Sensibility (1995 adaption with Kate Winslet / Alan Rickman) I have been secretly shipping. But as said, this fandom area is kind of new to me!

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🫘 Spill the beans. What's a new project you're doing this year?

Oh, the ideas are many, my plot-bunny farm living rent free in my head... lol... but the one greater project I have set my mind and heart (which I have started lat 2024) is the following WIP:

"Love can bear uncertainty" - a frozen canon divergent au, post Frozen 2, pairing: Hans Westergaard / Constanze, baroness of Liebenstein, Bavaria (my OC) - an arranged marriage, redemption arc au.

It´s set in my series "The sight of love" on AO3, and is the 3rd work, following Love can see the good & Love can see beyond (both Kristanna fics). In Love can see beyond, Hans and Constanze are side characters, where the engagement is mentioned but not further explored, except that Anna and Kristoff are confronting Hans in an inquisitive dialogue about his attitude toward his young bride.

When I was writing that fic, I was getting rather fond of the idea to give Hans/Constanze their own story. It´s in the progress, and I have set my mind to make it a real slow-burn (which is new and tricky for me since I am a super fast-burn writer... 🫣). Saying that, I am having a lot of fun, but also nail-biting moments where I think I can´t do it. But I have time, and I don´t want to rush it - but make this a WIP which doesn´t have a necessary deadline, other than to keep loving what I do to and with them... Does that make sense (I am rambling 🫣)?

By the way, @pirate-of-the-southern-isles is a background cheer-reader of my drabbles on discord and has gifted me with this incredible fanart, and I can´t get over it of how lovely that is!!!

Thanks again for asking - I hope that makes all sense... 😅

(For anyone who would like to participate in this game - here´s the link to the Writer Goal Ask List for a New Year)

[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 🥺✨🥰💗

[ggswaywardgifrepository]

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.

[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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Previous Chapter

“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.

[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.”

[annas-hair-donut]

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.

[bad-at-names-and-faces]

🍓

🍓 ⇢ 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.

[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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[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

[ericmicael]

Did your theory about Yelana come from this art or is it an original theory? There are variations of the text where Yalana shows a little more aggressiveness in her words, but if anything remains of this possible origin I am not aware.

If in fact Yelana was removed from a "campfire scene" because of previous scripts that ended up discarded and complicated the final script… "Frozen 2" was a more chaotic work than I expected.

Although it was by accident or just intentional, it ended up being very favorable to the campaign to give Elsa a girlfriend. Before the campaign had to be content with fanart or Marisol, now there is something more concise and can still be easily hidden if Disney wants.

But considering that if Yelana were to talk to Elsa instead of Honeymaren, it would feel more like Mattias who was talking to Anna. Mattias talks about Agnarr's past and gives advice that would guide Anna's arc ("The Next Right Thing"), Yelana would talk about Iduna's past and give advice that would guide Elsa's arc (Ahtohallan). And Honeymaren, who was introduced as a tree-climbing warrior, would have a role as perhaps a guide for the sisters after the attack by the Earth Giants. But now, whenever any content part of the franchise (canon or not) mentions magic and remembers the Northuldras with names, Honeymaren is remembered and not Yelana, probably not even Yelana's past with Iduna will be remembered if it's not some Iduna flashback.

Poor Yelana. Perhaps she was born as one of the main villains and ended up losing the role of villain and this could have generated a domino effect that diminished her in all the characteristics that remained.

Parallel with Mattias? It was taken from the scene that would provide the best parallel for this to be used in a joke.

Source of information about magic? Your disciple, Honeymaren, will pass on her knowledge to Elsa.

Past with Iduna? Who cares, Elsa can now get any information through Ahtohallan. And if we want to remember this relationship without using Elsa's powers, just do a flashback to Iduna and Yelana doesn't need to open her mouth.

And for me Yelana is my main bet for a character who could die in “Frozen 3” and “Frozen 4”, this in addition to establishing a threat if it were during an attack could also elevate Honeymaren to the status of leader of the tribe.

I didn't want ElsaMaren to perhaps be elevated (intentionally or not) thanks to the diminution that Yelana suffered. But I can't deny that maybe it helped. Again, poor Yelana.

Regarding the future, I'm curious to know what Jennifer Lee's next response will be if they don't address the topic again: “Elsa's romantic life”. Whereas in “Frozen 2” the answer was that Elsa wasn't ready yet, and maybe never will be and that the future will tell if she will be and this has a place in her life, and was worried about dealing with current problems instead of looking for romance... What comes next? Of course they can repeat the same thing, but I'm curious if they will say something trying to escape any confirmation again.

I also don't think they made any hint of romance with a man, after a lot of discussion and speculation about Elsa's love life and in the end the cliché follows: “female character finds love by finding the ideal man”? Okay, her with another woman would also be a bit cliché, but at least it would justify all this mystery and speculation.

My bet remains: the film (F3) will take place years after KristAnna's wedding and will have hints that Elsa married Honeymaren. Nothing explicit, just hints that can be interpreted however you want and that will be the answer in Lee's interview (it will be a similar response to what the producer of "Finding Dory" said about the possible lesbian couple in the film). A secondary plot that only concerns Elsa herself and not the general plot of the film, and that can be excluded when released in certain countries. I think it's the most realistic bet for an LGBT Elsa romance.

What do you think of the theory that Honeymaren was made especially to please fans of #GiveElsaAGirlfriend and that initially there would be more moments made to shipp the two until Disney decided to reduce these moments? I'm not saying that they would actually be a couple, but that all of this was meticulously planned to please these fans who wanted her to have a girlfriend without confirming anything.

I always thought it was very naive to think that after years of Disney avoiding the question: “Will Elsa have a girlfriend in Frozen 2?” and they release the film which, despite not being romantic, still shows her talking near a campfire (a moment used in many romance films) with a girl of the same age while they caress a reindeer calf, sing a small duet and they talk about magic and traditions when it would have made much more sense for Elsa to have that conversation with Yelana, but the plot made the older woman stay away from there.

According to most sources I’ve seen (but I need to do more research regarding this, if I'm being honest) the reason Honey (and Ryder) were created was to simply have characters that helped the audience empathize with the Northuldra. They used to have a bit more story content in earlier drafts, which is a shame they got rid of chunks of their story because there wasn't enough screen-time for everything.

This is one of the reasons I feel Frozen 2 would've made an amazing series instead of a film, and why Frozen 3 being separated into two films is such a great idea, even if the initial intention was for more profit. Because let's face it, both the first and second films suffer from the 'too much stuff, not enough space' plot issues so having a show and double film will do wonders for the story going forward.

They also needed characters to help gear the story in the right direction. Honey tells Elsa about the Fifth Spirit, and Ryder helps get Kristoff out of the way so that Elsa and Anna could be alone during the boat scene.

The reason I think Yelena was probably not used, is because her original role was to be a villain along side Runeard, but they scrapped the idea after heavy criticism. Since they had already made Honey and Ryder, there was no point I suppose in giving Yelena a different role other than a leader type to mirror Mattias, especially since they had to shrink down the Northuldra's stories to begin with.

Now, in terms of Honey being created specifically to please fans who want Elsa to be with another woman, I can't say for certain.

I do know that there was a tweet that Jen Lee liked during a Frozen QandA on Twitter (X) where a user begged her to keep Elsa single so that people can imagine her to be with another woman if they wanted. I will see if I can find this tweet for you, but as Jen Lee deleted her Twitter, I’ve lost a lot of sources.

Unless her sentiments have changed, I think Jen Lee will try to keep Elsa single for as long as possible so that fans can decide for themselves what Elsa's sexuality is. Elsa means so much for fans of all sexual orientations, leaving her sexuality open lets fans have freedom with her character. Jen Lee was always about leaving things open for fans, so this concept is not a stretch.

Thus, the possibility that Honey was introduced so that Elsa can have a strong relationship with another woman that is not Anna, but is left open so that fans can interpret the relationship as romantic or platonic, could be a thing.

However, as said, there is no evidence for it other than speculation.

This is also the reason that I pretty confident that Elsa will never be paired off with a man either. They want to leave it open for fans to decide for themselves. Again, unless their thoughts have changed on the subject.

[stupidsexyfandom]

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Rated T // Angst with a happy ending, Canon Divergence AU, For want of a nail AU

After bringing the queen back to Arendelle, Hans sits with her in the dungeon and considers his next move.

Sequel to To Follow the Sun.

Happy holidays Helsa fandom!

Looking back, there were several times Hans should have realized he was in trouble. In the ice palace, he had been dazzled by both the ice magic and the queen herself. Shock and awe would have been permissible reactions, perhaps even the obvious ones. But his awe had stumbled a little too close towards reverence. He should have been more careful when he brought her back to Arendelle. How natural it had seemed at the time that he should carry her home personally. How comfortably she had seemed to fit in his arms. Remembering her look of terror as she faced the Duke’s men, it had been too easy to pity her. Poor Queen Elsa, he had found himself thinking, if only things could have been different. And slowly, without his conscious approval, that pity had morphed into a kind of sympathy. As they spoke of monsters in the dungeon, he had the feeling that he understood her.

Now, as he sat looking down at the sleeping queen, sympathy and reverence and understanding swirled about in his head. They threatened to combine into something unnamable, dangerous, and far too tender for a man like him to contemplate. If he had seen the warning signs, he would have known better than to hum her softly to sleep. If he had been paying attention, maybe he could have resisted the urge to stroke her hair. But he had never seen her so soft or so peaceful. Her hair seemed to glow even in the dim light of the dungeon. So he had slipped off his gloves and gently brushed the tendrils back from her forehead.

What if Anna never returns? whispered a traitorous voice in the back of his mind. It is better to be prepared for any possibility. But this was at best a flimsy justification and at worst a treacherous path to tread. He shoved the thought down with all the other foolish dreams he dared not articulate, even to himself.

He knew he should be out searching for the princess, or endearing himself to the people, or any number of other things that might be productive or useful. But when she had asked him to stay, he had found her impossible to refuse. There was something about her that entranced him. Perhaps it was the throne or the wonderous power she wielded. He did not wish to contemplate the alternative. He had even, for a moment, considered letting her go when she begged him to. But then where would he be? No queen, no princess, no thaw. No chance for his own kingdom. No chance to mean anything. Although it was not as though he was making any progress toward that goal presently.

In her sleep, she had stretched out so her head was lying in his lap. This was not the most comfortable position for Hans, but he could not bring himself to disturb her. All he could do was watch. Her expression held a serenity that was so different from her former rigid fear. It was almost beatific. Part of him wanted to remain there forever, soaking up that gentle radiance until it was a part of him. If he remained frozen in that moment, he could almost become part of the world that might have been. A world where he really was who he pretended to be, and where she had found it easy to love him. It would have been so much easier that way. So much less bloody.

He was sure he had convinced her at last of his wholesome persona. Or perhaps the people of Arendelle had done his work for him. He had been surprised by the strength of their response when he brought the queen back to the city, and he knew she could not have failed to notice. In a way, he felt more natural walking among the citizenry. There he could at least be honest. He would never have to betray them by the sword. The transition between Prince Hans, indispensable foreigner, and King Hans the Good, benevolent ruler of Arendelle, would be simple and bloodless on their end.

He knew he should have felt more satisfaction at the success of his lie. She truly thought that he was kind and brave and good and all those other things that princes were in fairy stories. She saw in him all those traits that came so easily to her. Despite all she knew and feared about the harsh cold of the world, she trusted him. He should have been glad. The queen’s trust would put him one step closer to achieving his goal. Finally, he would matter. But the rosy dawn of his approaching victory was marred by regret. Once upon a time, he too had thought he might be one of those heroic princes. Part of him still wished he could believe his own lies. But it was much too late for that now.

How funny it was that the queen had thought herself a monster. She was a force of nature unto herself, no more a monster than a lightning strike or a wave upon the sea. There was nothing monstrous about acting out of instinct, acting out of terror. She had spent her whole life learning to be afraid of herself. And despite her fear, she cared so much for her sister and for her people. There was nothing monstrous about that. No, Hans knew better. To be a monster was to coldly devise a plan and then act on it, no matter the cost. To be a monster was not to care at all. Although he may have been damned either way. Here in the dungeon, he was coming dangerously close to something like caring.

His reverie was rudely interrupted by the opening of the cell door. A guard rushed in before Hans even had time to react, his eyes widening as he took in the queen’s sleeping form. But clearly his message outweighed any shock he may have felt.

“Princess Anna has returned! She’s asking to see you. Something’s happened.” Hans was not sure whether he should cheer or curse. The princess’s return marked his impending victory. It meant he could proceed with his plan to reach the throne. But it also spelled the end of this paradoxical moment, where he felt he could suspend his choice and be at once hero and schemer. The die had been cast. His mind leapt into action even as he sluggishly moved to wake the queen. If the princess had made it back to the castle alive, what could possibly have happened? He needed more information to plan his next move. If he could just speak to her alone… One thing was certain. He could not let her see him like this.

“Take her to the library. I will meet her—” But any plans he could have made rushed right out the window, for Princess Anna came barreling through the door. She hardly seemed to notice his position with the queen, which had become less compromising only in that he had removed his hand from her hair. He noticed the princess seemed covered in snow and ice, as if she had been out in the elements for too long. Even her hair was white with it.

“Hans, you have to kiss me!”

“What?” said Hans and Queen Elsa in unison. She sat up like a shot, her chains rattling at the motion. Anna seemed to regard her sister for the first time.

“Elsa, how did you get here? What have they done to you? Oh, you can tell me later. We don’t have time!”

“What happened?” Hans stood and reached out toward Anna. She clung to him desperately. He could feel how cold her hands were even through the layers of his clothes. She seemed hardly able to support her own weight.

“Elsa struck me with her powers.”

“No!” Queen Elsa’s anguished cry cut off any response he could have made. Wind and snow began to whip around the tiny cell, although her hands remained encased in iron. She strained at the limits of her bindings, trying to reach Anna.

“It froze my heart, and only an act of true love can save me.” She staggered, and Hans lifted her up and carried her to the cot in the corner. Queen Elsa was instantly at her side, standing with her arms wrapped tightly around herself.

“I’m so sorry, Anna. I never meant for any of this to happen. I never meant to hurt you. Please, I’ll do anything I can to fix this,” said the queen. Hans could hear that she was on the verge of tears.

“You didn’t? I mean, I know you didn’t. But don’t worry, all I need is an act of true love, and everything will be all right.” Despite her weakness, Anna’s voice was tinged with her characteristic optimism. The snow hung suspended in the air.

“A true love’s kiss,” said Hans slowly. This was troublesome. He knew his kiss could not cure her. How could he continue his ruse after that failure? He doubted she would want to marry him if it wasn’t true love. But then a plan flashed into his mind, greater and more devious than any he had made before. He could be rid of both of them in one fell swoop. Let the princess die and blame the queen, clearing his path to the throne. This was the chance he had waiting for and better luck than he could have possibly dreamed. The risks were high, but so were the rewards.

“Don’t you think we should get some privacy?” he asked. All he needed to do was get the princess alone. He could have no witnesses, not even the captive queen. But things were never that easy.

“There’s no time for that! Please, it has to be now!” Queen Elsa stood aside so he could be closer to Anna. He could see no other way out. So this was how it would end. As he knelt beside her, he felt of sudden wave of anger. Of course she had run off impulsively and gotten herself into this mess. Of course her cure would have to be the one thing that would expose his deceit. He wanted to say something cruel, to twist the knife in the best way he knew how. Resentment threatened to overwhelm him.

Making a final attempt to stall, he said, “I really don’t think—” But his protestations were cut off when the princess abruptly slammed her face against his own. Her lips landed half on his mouth and half on his cheek, dry and cold as ice. It took him a fraction of a second too long to school his shocked face into a more neutral expression. Then, just as quickly, she pulled away.

“Oh,” she said softly. He did not have to look at her to know it had not worked. “I guess it has to go the other way. Maybe you have to kiss me.” His heart sank.

He could feel the queen’s eyes on him. How much had she seen? If only he had not stayed with her for so long, he could have been home free. He could have seen the princess privately and broken her heart without consequence. He could have been as ruthless as he needed to be to wear the crown. His moment of weakness had cost him everything. Had the brief illusion of goodness been worth it?

The realization hit him with the pain and immediacy of a lightning strike: it might have been. Everything else seemed to crumble away. For those few minutes, he had not been the unwanted thirteenth prince. He had not been the romantic stand-in in someone else’s fairytale. He had not even been the archetypal hero destined to save the frozen city. He had just been a good man who cared.

Perhaps this was not the ruin he had feared. Perhaps this was fate giving him a second chance, an opportunity to be the man Queen Elsa thought he was. The idea filled him with a strange feeling that could have been either euphoria or madness. He had been wrong. The die had not been cast yet, after all. The choice was his to make.

But his newfound resolution toward goodness was not enough to extricate him from his current predicament. The princess was still expecting him to kiss her. He could talk himself into being kind, but he could not talk himself into true love. There were not too many other options. Perhaps he could go through with it and pretend to be surprised when it produced no result. No, he would not prolong her suffering by lying to her. If he could not save her, at least he would not give her false hope. That left him with only one solution. He would come clean and hope for a small chance at forgiveness.

“Anna,” he began. Christ, he was really doing this. He took a deep breath and continued, “What if this isn’t true love?” The temperature dropped sharply, and he heard Queen Elsa give a muffled gasp.

“You… don’t love me?” Anna looked so hurt that he wished he had said something cruel to her, if only to put her out of her misery a little faster. Before his very eyes, another chunk of her hair turned white.

“It’s not that,” he said, even though it very much was, “It’s just, well, we’ve only just met. We only spent a few hours together. What if we both got caught up in the atmosphere? I saw in you the chance for love, recognition, power. Everything I ever wanted. It all seemed too good to be true; maybe I deluded myself into thinking it was. But it’s not a question of loving you so much as knowing you.”

There was more truth in this than Hans would previously have admitted to himself. His chance meeting with her at the docks had seemed like something out of a fairytale, and the glamorous coronation ball had only served to heighten the illusion. He may not have believed in true love, but he had briefly entertained the childish notion that they could have been happy together. How lucky he would have been if his ambitions and his heart were so compatible. But he had come back down to earth quickly. The princess was clumsy and naïve, impulsive to a fault. Quirks which he had found charming at first descended into irritations. But, for all her silliness, she did not deserve this.

“I’m sorry, Anna,” he added, making his best attempt at sincerity. He could tell from her face that his words were cold comfort. Suddenly, she pitched forward, throwing her arms around him. It took him several seconds to realize that she was not in the throes of some frozen death seizure but was merely sobbing onto his shoulder. He awkwardly wrapped his arm around her in return, patting her gently on the back.

When Anna at last looked up at him, she said tearfully, “I’m sorry too, Hans. I should have known better.” He was not going to tell her that yes, she really should have.

“It’s not your fault, Anna,” said Queen Elsa. She hovered anxiously on the periphery. Hans saw the way she hesitated to get too near to Anna.

“Yes, it is. Kristoff knew right away that it couldn’t be true love. If he could tell, why couldn’t I?”

“Who’s Kristoff?” The queen and Hans spoke at the same time, sounding equally suspicious.

“Didn’t I say? He’s an ice harvester. He has a reindeer. He’s the one who took me to the ice palace, and he brought me here safely. I should have listened to him, but I was foolish. I’ve been foolish this whole time. I’m the one who got us into this mess.”

“You mustn’t blame yourself,” said the queen, “If anyone is at fault here, it’s me.”

“Don’t say that!” Anna reached out for her sister, but she shied away. Anna’s face fell.

Perhaps trying to deflect, Queen Elsa said, “What do we do now? There has to be some other way.”

“I don’t know,” said Anna dejectedly, “I don’t know how to find my true love, or if I even have one. Unless… Kristoff!” Hans caught the queen’s eye. He could tell they were thinking the same thing: hadn’t they only just met? Why should this time be any different?

“Do you think he can help you?” asked the queen gently. Her voice was neutral, camouflaging her doubt.

“He must be my true love! Or at least he’s the closest I’ve got. It’s my only hope.” Queen Elsa still seemed dubious. But then her expression hardened, and a determined glint shone in her eye.

“All right, then. Kristoff it is. Let’s go,” she commanded. This was a side of her he had not seen before. Something within her had shifted from passive to active, from fleeing to fighting. Hans was suddenly reminded that she was descended from the warrior kings of old, who had charged into battle at the head of their troops. She had been groomed to lead since birth. Maybe this was not such a drastic change. Through everything, she had not forgotten her first duty as queen: protecting her people and her sister with them. Even her flight had been to keep them safe.

“How are we going to explain this to the officials when we try to leave?” asked Hans. He doubted they would let him just waltz out of there with his captive and the princess. How could he tell them that Anna was dying from her sister’s ice, but it had all been an accident? And that they were going to find a magic cure from an iceman?

“We’re not,” said Queen Elsa. She closed her eyes in intense effort. The metal of her cuffs groaned, and Hans could see ice was beginning to cover them. Even under these circumstances, her power astonished him. With a final push, they popped open completely.

“I would have unlocked those for you, you know.” She gave him a look.

“No need.” She then turned her attention to the window. One icy blast was enough to obliterate the bars. They would easily be able to climb out onto the frozen fjord. Hans turned and picked up Anna. She was shivering, although no more of her hair had changed color. He tried to pick up the blanket as well, but the queen beat him to it. She wrapped it around her sister, tucking in the folds so no air could get in. Hans saw how careful she was to never touch bare skin. As they left, he had a last thought that he was going mad. Why was he abandoning all the plans he had made? Why was he still so eager to play the hero? But the queen beckoned him from outside, and he banished all doubt from his head.

When they were on the ice, Queen Elsa began to conjure a sleigh. Although its creation was almost instantaneous, it was still beautifully detailed. Hans marveled at the filigree trim and intricate rosemaling. Its runners were made of sharpened ice, and it was pulled by two white horses. The latter were what awed him the most. Although they had snowy bodies and ice for hooves, they appeared to be fully alive. He had not realized her powers could reach so far. But there was no time to stand around gaping. The queen was already in the driver’s seat.

“Keep her warm,” she ordered. Hans nodded and climbed in behind her, laying Anna down in as comfortable a position as he could given they were in a sleigh made of ice. At least the seat cushions were of a softer powder snow. The back of the sleigh was covered, and he soon saw why. Wind whipped around them as they started on their way. It was so cold he thought he might freeze solid. He ducked his head back inside the compartment, grateful for its meager warmth.

The sleigh raced across the ice. They were going faster than any steam train Hans had ridden back in the Southern Isles. The snow horses were supernaturally strong, exponentially more powerful than any real horse and incapable of fatigue. Queen Elsa directed them with ease and unwavering focus. The rest of her attention was diverted to creating an ice path beneath them, smoother than natural ice could ever be. The lack of friction allowed them to glide through the streets as if they were flying. Even the wind seemed to be pushing them further and faster. But as they scanned the city, there was no sign of Kristoff.

“He isn’t here!” called Queen Elsa. She continued on, but her voice was lost among the howling winds. Hans leaned toward the front of the sleigh, braving the cold in the hopes of hearing her better.

“What?” he yelled.

“Where does he live? Ask Anna!” Hans retreated to their snowy compartment. Anna was still conscious, but she seemed even weaker. He thought her hair was whiter than before. He grabbed her frigid hands, rubbing them in his own to warm them as he spoke.

“He’s not in the city. Your sister wants to know where he lives.”

“In the Valley of the Living Rock.” At his blank look, she added, “She’ll know. It was on the maps we used to study as children.” Her hands remained covered in frost. He thought of his gloves, lying forgotten on the dungeon cot, and wished he could give them to her now.

“Okay. We’ll get there.” He did his best to sound reassuring, but he had the distinct impression he had failed to hit the mark. Why must these things be so much harder when he was attempting to be genuine? He could be suave when playing a role, but he lacked the same polish when trying to be himself.

Leaning out the window, he shouted, “The Valley of the Living Rock!” The winds seemed even fiercer and louder as their speed increased.

“What?” He repeated himself and got the same response twice more. Finally, he climbed from the back of the sleigh to the driver’s seat. The wind threatened to push him back, but he persisted. He could see no other way to make himself heard.

The front of the sleigh was frigid. Clearly Queen Elsa had no need for any shelter from the cold and wind. She reached up and created a dome of ice surrounding them as he plopped into the seat next to her and slid forward onto the floor. Hans instantly felt warmer without the wind biting his exposed skin. He stood up and tucked his hands into his armpits.

“He lives in the Valley of the Living Rock.”

“Ah. It’s funny how things come back around. I know the way.” She spurred the horses to go even faster. Hans steeled himself for the journey back to the back compartment. He was not looking forward to facing the wind again. As he moved to go, she made a small noise.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Look down.” Hans stared out the window in wonder. They were practically flying, suspended over the treetops on a thin track of ice. Arendelle grew smaller below them. He stood entranced, barely noticing the chill of the dome as he leaned forward to get a better view. The queen alone could save him from inadvertently sticking his cheek to the ice. She hummed delicately.

“Come, sit with me.” And she patted the bench beside her. As he settled into his seat, she slid over to give him more room. The motion exposed her leg through the slit of her dress, but the touch of ice against her thigh did not seem to faze her. None of her skin showed any sign of frostbite, smooth and creamy despite the intense cold. A pale pink tint was the only hint that she was not carved from the surrounding snow and ice. Hans shook his head, realizing he had lapsed into staring at her leg. That was really not what he should be thinking about now of all times.

To distract himself, he asked, “Why is it called the Valley of the Living Rock?”

“I don’t know if you’d believe me if I told you.” He gave a dry laugh.

“Your Majesty, I’m flying through the sky in a sleigh made of ice next to a woman with snow powers so we can save the princess from freezing the death from the inside out with the power of love. I don’t think there are too many things that would stretch my belief at this point. Try me.”

“All right. It’s called that because it’s the home of the rock trolls. I’ve only been there once, a long time ago now. I was only a child.”

“Rock trolls, eh? There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. We have a similar legend in the Southern Isles, although ours are distinctly malicious.” But the queen had grown serious beside him. She seemed lost in thought.

Finally, she said, “I struck Anna with my powers once before, when we were children. It was an accident when we were playing. I was too slow: I couldn’t catch her in time. The trolls were able to heal her, but they had to take her memories of my magic. So you see, I’ve never been any good to Anna. All I’ve ever done is hurt her.”

“You’re helping her now,” he pointed out.

“Am I? I don’t have much experience with love, but I think we both know it cannot flourish over just one day. Anna is the most loving person I’ve ever known, but sometimes that isn’t enough. I’m taking her to Kristoff because that’s the last hope we have. But it’s a very faint one. I have made my bed, and now I must lie in it.”

“Surely…” But his protests trailed off. He did not want to admit to himself that she was right. If there was no hope for people like Anna, whose only crime was naïveté, and Elsa, who cared so much, what hope was there for people like him? They were innocent victims of circumstance. What would become of real monsters like himself?

“Promise me, Prince Hans, that you will take care of Arendelle and my sister. Promise me that you will save them from their fate. Promise me that no matter what happens, you will do whatever is necessary to protect them.” No, no, no. He did not want to hear, did not want to understand.

“You know that I cannot save your sister. And I cannot end this winter.” But after all that had passed between them, he knew what she was going to say.

“You can, and you must. You alone have that power now.”

“Your Majesty, you cannot ask that of me.” How ironic it was that he had been fully prepared to kill her when he had thought she feared death, but when she asked for the same, he faltered.

“I ask because I know you’re a good man, Prince Hans. Perhaps the best I have ever known. I know you can be the hero to save Arendelle and Anna. I know I can trust you to do the right thing.” She looked up at him, and although her eyes were pleading, they were resolute. Then she reached out and placed one of her bare hands upon his. This was the first hand he had held without gloves in a long time, and he suspected the same was true for her. He was struck by the enormity of the gesture.

“Promise me,” she repeated, and Hans realized he was done for. He could not refuse her anything.

Curling his fingers up to clasp her hand, he said, “I promise.” Their eyes met, and Hans was overwhelmed by emotion.

“Queen Elsa, I—” But whatever unplanned sentiment he had been about to express was cut short when he heard hoofbeats in the snow. Looking down, he saw a large man and a reindeer heading down the mountain. This must be Kristoff.

He looked shocked when Queen Elsa set the sleigh down directly in front of him. Hans immediately climbed down from the front seat and went around to retrieve Anna from the back. Her breathing was labored, but she gave him a weak smile when he lifted her up. He turned to find Kristoff approaching the sleigh.

“Princess Anna! Queen Elsa! Is that you?” He stared at the sleigh in wonder.

“It is,” called Queen Elsa as she climbed down from her seat.

“Why are you here? Is this Prince Hans? What happened?”

“We need your help,” said the queen, “It’s Anna…”

“Please, Kristoff,” said Anna, “You have to kiss me.”

“I thought Prince Hans…?”

“That didn’t work out,” said Hans quickly, stepping closer to Kristoff so he could get to Anna. He could feel Kristoff sizing him up.

“It wasn’t true love after all. That’s why you have to kiss me. You’re my last hope!” Kristoff accepted Anna’s weight easily, cradling her against his chest. Hans was surprised at how gentle he was for such a massive man.

“Of course, I’ll do anything I can to help you. But are you sure I’m your true love?”

“You have to be,” Anna nearly whispered. Hans stepped back, torn between feeling like a voyeur and needing to know what was happening. Beside him, Queen Elsa wrung her hands together anxiously. He reached out toward her, and she took his hand with some hesitation. For a moment, everything was still.

Kristoff bent his head to meet Anna’s and she twined her frozen fingers through his hair. Hans felt Queen Elsa’s grip tighten in anticipation. The kiss seemed to play out in slow motion, sweet and gentle and unlike anything he had ever known. Was this how it felt to gaze upon true love? It almost hurt him to look at it. He could not tell if the scene was too tender for his eyes or if envy had clouded his vision.

Then it was over. Kristoff pulled back, and they all waited with bated breath. A second passed, and then another. Nothing seemed to be happening. Anna looked as frozen as ever. She alone could voice what they were all too afraid to say.

“It didn’t work.” As she spoke, the final strands of her hair turned white. Frost began creeping across her face. The queen’s hand grew colder in Hans’ palm, but he hardly felt it.

“I’m sorry, Anna,” said Kristoff, “Maybe if we tried again…?” But the princess shook her head.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Kristoff. I guess some things aren’t meant to be.” She slumped against his shoulder.

“Don’t give up, Anna. It’s going to be all right. Everything is going to be all right.” The queen stepped forward.

“Elsa, it’s okay. You don’t have to lie to me. I don’t blame you for any of this. Please, just let me be near you when I go.” She reached out as if to touch her sister, but Elsa did not look at her.

“Kristoff, take her to the sleigh. Do your best to keep her warm.” He moved to protest, but one look from the queen silenced him. He turned and trudged toward the sleigh as if he carried an impossible weight. Hans could hear the princess’s muffled sobs, and he would not have been surprised if Kristoff’s were intermingled with them.

“We must act quickly,” said the queen. She knelt before him.

“There’s still time for you to run away,” he said desperately, “You could leave and take the winter with you.”

“It’s too late for that now. She’ll freeze before I can make it off the mountain. Hans, this is the only way. The ultimate sacrifice.” She stared up at him as though he were her last hope of salvation.

“Are you sure this will save her?”

“It has to.” Slowly he drew his sword. She turned her back to him and swept up her hair by magic, leaving her neck exposed. Her hands were clasped in front of her as though she were praying.

“Elsa, I— I’m sorry.”

“Remember your promise, Hans.”

Steeling himself, he raised his sword. This was the end. His arm felt heavy with crushing irony. What good had his reformation been if it were all to end up like this? The end result would still be the same: the princess frozen, the queen dead by his hand, and himself likely on the throne of Arendelle. He could do nothing to save them. He had been deluding himself that the die had not yet been cast. It had been cast long before he had sat in that frigid dungeon. Very possibly he had never held it at all. His choice did not matter. He was never meant to be the hero. As he swung down, he tried to look anywhere but at the white flesh of her throat. He knew with a fatal certainty that his aim would be true.

“No!” There was a cry and a flash in the corner of his vision. He pulled himself up short, his sword stopping within inches of Princess Anna. Only it was no longer Princess Anna, but a figure of crystalline ice, perfect in every detail. She had thrown herself in front of his sword, arm outstretched in a gesture of protection. It had been her dying act.

“Anna! Oh, Anna,” cried the queen. She stood to cradle her sister’s frozen face, pleading, “No, no! Please, no.” She threw her arms around Anna’s frozen body, sobbing openly. Hans realized that this was the closest contact he had ever seen her make with her sister. His promise weighed heavily on his mind. No, he would let Queen Elsa have these last few moments. It was the least he could do for her.

Everything was still. The only sound was Queen Elsa crying. Hans and Kristoff kept a solemn vigil. Time stretched on, none of them wanting to move on from the moment and confront the aftermath. But then something strange began to happen. Color began to return to Princess Anna, radiating out from her heart to her fingertips. She dropped her arm and sighed.

“Anna?” said Queen Elsa, looking happier than Hans had ever seen her. She stood and enveloped Anna in a tight embrace.

“Oh, Elsa,” replied her sister, returning the hug.

“You sacrificed yourself for me?” They clasped hands.

“I love you,” said Anna, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I love you, too.”

“This must be what the trolls meant,” said Kristoff, “An act of true love will thaw a frozen heart.”

“Love will thaw,” echoed Queen Elsa, and Hans could practically see the gears turning in her mind.

“Love,” she repeated and turned to Anna. As she spoke, snow began drifting upwards. She raised her arms, and the landscape was thawing. Green trees and grass emerged as if they had never been frozen. The sky turned blue as all the snow and ice coalesced into one snowflake. With a mighty push, the queen banished it into thin air.

“I knew you could do it,” said Anna. Hans noticed there was no longer a white streak in her hair.

After that, everything passed by in a blur. Their ride back to Arendelle was much faster without the detours of the search. Hans and Kristoff were relegated to driving while the sisters sat in the back. Hans assumed they wanted to catch up or hug or do whatever it was normal siblings who didn’t hate each other did. He and Kristoff made awkward small talk, mostly about the reindeer, who for some reason was sitting with them in the front seat. (His name was Sven, Hans found out. Kristoff liked to talk for him. But considering his own close relationship with Sitron, he was not one to judge.) When they reached the city, they were greeted by a cheering crowd. Evidently the people were more than willing to forgive Queen Elsa for the cold snap. Even the castle’s dour diplomats seemed happy at their return.

The next day, everything seemed right with the world. A happy crowd had gathered in the courtyard of the castle. Anna had presented Kristoff with a new sled and the title of Official Arendelle Ice Master. Hans thought they looked happy together. It may not have been true love, but it was certainly something. Queen Elsa had transformed overnight. She was joyful and confident, showing off her powers to her people’s great delight. When she created a giant ice rink in the courtyard, there was not an unhappy face among them.

Everything seemed perfect. Even Hans was happy. But he supposed he would never be able to escape the specter of what might have been. Among this joyous throng he felt out of place. A small voice in his head whispered that he had failed in his quest for power. He had sacrificed his only chance to matter to anyone, and for what? But then he looked up at the smiling queen and princess, happy together at last. And when he saw the queen’s eyes when she grabbed his hand and spun him across the ice, he knew he had his answer. For this.

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Hello everyone! Surprisingly enough, I'm still alive. I thought I would post this as a bit of a Christmas treat. I've been sitting on it for the better part of a year.

There is also an epilogue, which will hopefully be posted one week from now, on New Year's Day. If I can get myself together, that is. My sincerest thanks for reading. I have been absent, but I've never stopped thinking about the kindness you've shown me and my work.

[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.