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āØwhen you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 of your favorite followers beloved beauties who live in ur phoneāØ
thanks for the tag @annaofthenorthernlights - you had some good ones on there!
Honestly, listening to my fanfic playlists a lot lately! Here's the top 5 from fics I'm working on or just finished.
Knock on Wood (Eddie Floyd)
Love Me Harder (Ariana Grande ft. The Weeknd)
Washing Dishes (Jack Johnson)
Flowers (Miley Cyrus)
Take Me Home (Eddie Money)
Tagging: @firawren @bad-at-names-and-faces @99goosebumps @glorytoukraine2022 @upthenorthmountain
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Frozen x Beauty & the Beast Yuletide Exchange 2023
The Frozen x Beauty & the Beast Yuletide exchange is a fanfic exchange for Frozen and/or Beauty and the Beast.
Matching will be based on ship (Frozen, BATB, and Frozen x BATB ships), AUs, and ratings. The schedule is:
Sign-ups open: Now Open! Sign-ups close: October 13 (12pm EDT) Assignments Out: October 14 Assignments Due: December 17 (12pm EST) Fanfic reveals: December 22
Tagging some folks in case they're interested.
@annaofthenorthernlights @bad-at-names-and-faces @bevcrusherscandle @frenzy5150 @glassslippers-n-cowboyboots @hyggescribble @justfrozenthings @jessi-skylark @jaesundaenocherries @kristoffxannafanatic @kristannafever @lukin08 @lelitachay @leaves-of-laurelin @modernvintage @reindeersweaters @upthenorthmountain @thefamilybruno @true--north @weasleasley @iambellarose1816 @firawren @99goosebumps @smuglemonfics @kristannadiscord @kristannarubbish @thecassadilla @sunshinesparkles @anywhozits @phoenixyfriend
I hope everyone will join in! Please feel free to message me with any questions!
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A Convenient Arrangement- Part 1
Universe: Canonverse Arranged Marriage AUĀ
Word Count: 5333
Rating: T (Itās clearly implied that sex is a societal expectation but itās not written in)
Notes: Happy Unbirthday Anna @upthenorthmountain! I hope you like this arranged marriage AU. I was trying to get some mutual pining in there, but it was running away on me and ended up twice as long as planned without getting even half as much in as I wanted. I hope youāll excuse my run away writing though. I canāt help myself!
Heād never asked for this. Hadnāt even known that he was involved until a full unit of royal guard soldiers broke through a copse of trees on the edge of the clearing where heād made his little home, half congratulatory, half confused as to how to treat him. They hadnāt known how to address him, or how to tell him he didnāt really have much of an option but to go with them, because he was about to marry their princess. Ā
Thereād been some form of chaos in the kingdom heād missed, up safe in the mountains as he was. He heard rumors of an upheaval at the Queenās coronation ball, distrust amongst the people that stemmed from the Queen, Queen Elsa, having magical abilities and some kind of attempted murder at the hands of a foreign born Prince who had been trying to marry the Princess. The Princess heād never met. The Princess heād be marrying before even meeting.
It had been a lottery. Every unmarried man between the Princessās own age of 18 and 30 was included, common folk, the ones who were afraid of their new Queen and wary of the aristocracy with all that had unfolded. It was meant to be a way to calm the masses, to allay their fears. Nothing made people so rapturously joyful as a royal wedding, or so heād been told. He hadnāt even known that heād been included, he didnāt even know that the crown had ever heard of him. He was just a mountain hermit for all intents and purposes, an ice harvester with a reindeer and an adopted family no one could know about. He wasnāt built to marry a Princess. He didnāt want to marry a Princess.
He knew that he should be overjoyed, after all marrying into the royal family would give him access, resources, a voice that heād never imagined having, but so much time had been spent searching for him in the mountains that by the time he made it to the castle, he was being shoved into rooms to wash and dress in unfamiliar clothes that frankly, barely fit him. He didnāt feel anything close to joy as he stared at himself in a mirror. Some palace servant whose purpose and title he didnāt know, had cut his hair and smoothed it back against Kristoffās annoyed protests. He didnāt look like himself, he was about to meet his wife, on the altar, and he didnāt even recognize his own face.
It didnāt matter. She wouldnāt recognize him either, nor him her. None of it mattered really. He was just an unwilling participant in what would undoubtedly be a sham marriage of convenience. The Princess needed to marry someone common to please the people, and he was about as common as they came.
He felt a bit like a lamb being lead to the slaughter when a knock came at the door.
***
Anna was struggling to keep the bile down. Sheād been bathed in rose water, powdered, primped and dressed in a gown of beautiful cream silk, but when she stared into the mirror all she could see was the dark circles they couldnāt hide under her eyes. She looked more like a cleverly dressed corpse than a Princess and a bride. She hadnāt eaten in days, not since Prince Hans of the Southern Isles had nearly succeeded in his plan to marry Anna and have her and her sister killed to take over the throne. She hadnāt slept either, picturing again and again the way sheād just walked into his trap and how sheād only been saved from it by her sister exposing her abilities to the world. She hadnāt spoken much to Elsa in the time since, only enough to consent to this arrangement to help calm their citizenry.
Sheād imagined thousands of times what she would look like as a bride, how sheād feel when she married someone for love like her parents had. She stared at herself, a ghost in a wedding gown, her heart aching and screaming against the predicament sheād put them in and the fantasies sheād had since she was a child felt juvenile. Sheād been stupid, she was being stupid.
Sheād managed to keep herself from crying, to hold it all in and direct the pain in her heart to her gut. She could feign illness when it was all over that way. Maybe whatever man theyād brought to wed her would be kind enough to let an ill woman skip her wedding night. She wasnāt holding her breath though.
His name was Kristoff, that much she remembered. Sheād thought at first theyād said Christopher, but a maid had been kind enough to correct her later. Kristoff Bjorgman. He was an ice harvester, and blessedly just three years her elder. She couldnāt imagine having to marry someone much older than him, but if she was being honest with herself she couldnāt imagine being married to him either.
She didnāt even know what he looked like, but she had imagined someone terrifying in her head. Heād be hulking, manner less, and cruel. Maybe heād be attractive, but not in the well-polished way that sheād imagined for many years, and even if he was nice to look at, even if he wasnāt the beast her sleep-deprived mind was inventing, there was no promise that he would ever come to love her.
He was from the mountains, heād not even known heād been included in the lottery and from what she heard the maids whispering, he had no interest in marrying her. She couldnāt blame him. All he knew of her was that she was a Princess and that she was taking away his freedom to choose a bride. Of course, she was told by the royal advisors and anyone else who had a hand in the arrangement that heād come willingly. Who wouldnāt want to marry a Princess after all?
She felt like her stomach was going to spill itself, though it contained nothing, when she heard a knock on the door. It was time.
She tried to keep her breathing level, to walk with poise as she was directed out the door. She could feel the tears coming as she looked back on her bedroom, the place sheād spent her childhood dreaming of this day. Sheād never guessed then that dreams could quickly become nightmares.
***
Kristoff felt choked by his collar. It was too tight, and his throat was even tighter still. Breathing felt laborious in a way that heād only experienced once, after a fall that knocked all the air from his lungs. He hoped that the assembled guests could tell how eager he was to be done with it all, he hoped they knew that this wasnāt something he wanted.
There were common folk and gentry before him with few familiar faces, some merchants heād seen in the market before were staring at him with envy. He wished he could tell him that heād be more than willing to trade with them or any of their sons. He wished that he could walk out of the room, get Sven from the castle stables and pretend that none of this was happening. If he werenāt worried about being hung for it, for slighting a princess, he would.
Arendelle had always been a good place to live. The royals thought of the people, and from what he knew of them and the countryās history, they were not unkind. Perhaps it was an option, but no. Misanthropic as he was, he knew that there were people for whom this marriage was important. It meant something, it meant stabilizing tensions, and so long as Queen Elsa was a good a ruler as her parents had been, he was content to do his part.
Content, he supposed, was a stretch. A better word might be resigned, like a man being put to death.
It wasnāt as if heād had a sweetheart or anything. Heād just never planned to marry at all. He liked the simple life he made for himself in the mountains, he liked relying on himself and on his adoptive family. He didnāt need companionship beyond that. He didnāt need the castle coffers, he didnāt want to dress in clothes like the ones heād been squeezed into, his shoulders were already aching over the way the coat he wore tugged at him. Heād just wanted to be left alone.
But he wasnāt alone. Heād spent so much time in his own thoughts, thinking about how much he didnāt want to be where he was standing that he hadnāt noticed everyone in the room standing. Theyād already knelt when the Queen came in, taking a solitary seat at the front of the room such that while the day was her sisters, she was still the center of attention, her right as Queen. Now though, no one was kneeling, but instead they stood to get a better look at the white and cream veiled figure striding down the red velvet runner that covered the floor in the aisle between the pews.
His Princess. The woman who was to be his wife.
***
She was still holding back tears, reminding herself to breathe as she walked to the sanctuary doors. It wasnāt the wedding sheād imagined. Her parents had died years ago now, there was no one to guide her to the man waiting for her at the end of the aisle beyond the door. Or sheād thought as much. Her sister had offered, her face betraying every ounce of pain that Anna felt, when Anna had reminded her, as kindly as she could, that as Queen, sheād need to be in the room before her.
When he doors were pushed open by the awaiting guards, Anna was surprised to feel a solid and comforting form at her side, taking her arm gently. She turned to see Kai, the head butler, the man who had known her since she was a girl, taking up place at her side to walk her down the aisle. She saw sadness in his eyes as he smiled apologetically at her. It was enough to bring her some small comfort when she turned to face the room that had opened before her.
There were people standing. She felt their eyes on her and she wished more than anything that it could have been a private affair. Maybe then she would have been allowed to cry, maybe then she would have been allowed to meet her betrothed first. Maybe then she wouldnāt feel so hollow inside.
She focused on moving her feet, on holding her bouquet so that she didnāt drop it, on breathing and on not crying.
Donāt trip. Breathe. Hold it in. Donāt trip. Breathe. Hold it in. Donāt trip.
Her mind volleyed commands at her body as she moved down the aisle, grateful for Kaiās presence at her side until they reached the end of the aisle and was forced to leave her at the stairs before the altar. She strode up it herself, carefully. The man waiting there for her didnāt move to assist her, and she did her best to not look at him at all, sure that if she did, all her carefully constructed walls would fall down.
Breathe. Hold it in. Look somewhere else. Donāt let him know youāre terrified. Get through. Survive. Make your parents proud. Make Elsa proud. Fix the problem you caused.
The assembled guests were seated, and while she could feel their excitement, the room felt somber to her. Little in the way of decorations had been attended to in the rush of arranging the lottery and now the subsequent wedding. There were white roses and ribbons and candles, but they felt too few and far between, too colorless to bring a brightness to the old chapel.
Sheād always imagined sunflowers. She loved sunflowers.
The priest was speaking, discussing something at length about duty and how the bond between the palace and the people was one blessed by God and so this marriage would be too. She was just glad he was mostly avoiding the topic of love. She wasnāt sure if sheād be able to keep herself from running out if he had.
She knew that she missed something heād said when she felt hands grip hers.
She almost jumped from the contact, barely holding the reaction back when she realized that they belonged to her soon to be husband.
Vows. They were being asked to say their vows.
They hadnāt written their own given that they didnāt know each other and certainly didnāt have the time.
Her attention shifted to the feel of his hands on hers, making it unavoidable to focus on him, as hard as sheād been trying to avoid it. He wasnāt wearing gloves. It probably shouldnāt surprise her as much as it did, she wasnāt wearing them, but she simply wasnāt used to being around men who didnāt wear gloves. She could feel the rough callouses on his fingers, on his palm. He was not like any man sheād ever met.
She allowed herself to direct her eyes up, taking in his face for the first time. He had a boyish look to him that made her feel a little less afraid than she had been. He wasnāt some terrifying beast of a man, despite his size which was quite immense compared to her, he was just a tired looking boy a bit older than her who seemed to be just as uncomfortable as she was, well as he was hiding it.
Her eyes caught his and she felt his hands leave hers to pull her veil back. She did her best to compose her face as he did so, knowing that everyone, him included were about to get a very good look at her expression.
His movements were quick but gentle, and she was grateful when the veil was behind her and his hands went back to hers again. It was one step closer to the end.
Her eye caught his, and her heart skipped. His eyes were brown like the earth he undoubtedly worked with his callouses. For a moment they flashed a sort of soft look, but once it was time for them to say their vows, it was gone.
***
He was beginning to grow tired of the pomp and circumstance of the ceremony. Theyād said their vows and while heād heard of exchanges of rings being popular, they did not engage in the practice. Likely, he thought, they wouldnāt even know what size ring to select for him, making the gesture impossible. Still, however, the priest continued to speak on the importance of their marriage, that they should respect and care for each other and about a thousand other sentimentalities that fell flat to him given that he knew nothing about his bride.
He did know that she had blue eyes, and that they looked sad. He could hardly blame her for being disappointed, but he did try to focus on something else. She had freckles on her nose and brilliant red hair. Her lips were set in a false smile that he tried his best to mimic. Despite the fact that she was a Princess, brought up in a life of luxury, he could tell from the way she was standing tall and no longer avoiding his eye that she was strong. That much, he thought, he might be able to grow to like and respect if not love.
āYou may now kiss the bride.ā
Kristoff had been waiting to hear the words. Relief and terror flooded him simultaneously as he realized that this would be the end of the ceremony, but also the start of a marriage.
He felt her hands start to tremble in his, and he held them tighter in his own, trying to hide it. He wasnāt sure what brought him to do it, but he thought that if he were her, heād want to seem as strong as she was trying to be, and a shake, involuntary as it was, would show fear and sadness. It was a wedding gift to her, to help her be strong. He had nothing else to give her.
He leaned in, trying to give her an apologetic look before pressing his lips to hers.
They would never have to do it again.
***
The feast after the wedding had been a strange thing. Under normal conditions Anna thought that she might have enjoyed the celebration, but as she looked around the room sheād only been reminded of her failings. It was too much like the coronation ball where sheād met Hans and nearly ruined everything her family ever worked to build. Her life now, she supposed, was something like a ruin, but when she sat at a high table, pretending to eat bits of each course, sheād been able to pretend that she was acting out a scene from a play. She was a blushing bride, she was accepting praise, she was having a lovely meal.
She couldnāt pretend anymore.
She shivered, quaking, sitting on the edge of her bed waiting for the man, Kristoff, her husband, to come to her door. She had a wifely duty to fulfil, nothing more and nothing less, and she simply hoped that he wouldnāt do anything overly improper or painful to her. Frankly she wasnāt certain of what he might ask of her. She knew the mechanics, she knew what the act entailed in its most basic form, but sheād heard things that frankly had her terrified.
Her bridal night gown was still draped over her vanity chair. Sheād not been able to bring herself to change into it. It felt too final that way, like she was giving in to the fact that sheād being laying back and putting her mind to other work. Sheād sent away her maids, lest they force her into it.
A knock came on the door, and she didnāt know what to say. She felt like one of the statues in the halls, immobile, unable to react in anyway. It would be easier if she was, she thought. Then at least, she wouldnāt have to see what was happening to her, she wouldnāt have to feel it.
āCanā¦ can I come in?ā
She already recognized his voice, although he hadnāt spoken much after the ceremony other than to thank the staff and accept the well wishes of guests and witnesses with a sort of unapologetic gruffness that she was begging to associate with him. She hoped beyond all things that sheād not see it in action, rather hoping for more of the sort of gentle kindness heād shown subtly in the ceremony.
Heād held her steady when sheād fallen apart, when sheād started to shake. It was something sheād been replaying in her head along with the memory of a gentle and chaste kiss that heād pressed to her mouth. It gave her some small phantom hope that maybe heād show her some tenderness in the act of their consummation. It was, she thought, the most she could hope for.
āYes,ā she said, her voice quiet and small, even to her ears.
She was surprised that heād even heard her speak when she heard the door handle turn, though she supposed that it might have also been a coincidence, that heād simply tired of waiting in the moments after her quiet acceptance. She wouldnāt blame him if he didnāt have much patience for her. She didnāt have much patience for herself as it was.
She stared at her feet instead of looking to see him come through the door. She listened to the sound of the door closing again, locking behind him. She listened to and counted the footfalls that took him from the door to her side, all twelve of them, and couldnāt bring herself to look up when he drew close. Instead she reached behind herself, fingers going to the ribbons of her gownās bodice and tugging them loose.
Better, she thought, to get it over with.
āStop.ā
She froze. He didnāt sound pleased. The gruffness in his voice had returned in force and she knew that sheād displeased him in some way. She thought that such a thing shouldnāt upset her, but it did.
āDonāt.ā
The words were simple, but foreign to her. Why would he not want her to undress? Something in her stomach dropped to think that maybe she wasnāt pretty enough for him. Perhaps, she thought, he wanted to put out the candles and bank the fire before bedding her. Sheād been told by others that she was lovely, but she had never quite believed it herself, particularly not after how Hans had played her like a fiddle.
She felt the mattress compress under his added weight as he sat at her side. She hadnāt expected for him to sit, and it was enough to make her look from her feet to his face. She was surprised to see that he didnāt look angry or disgusted, or annoyed, but rather that he appeared to be sad. She caught his eye and his expression softened further, like he understood her confusion and hurt and fear. It struck her in that moment that if there was anyone that would understand, it was him.
āI can put the lanterns out if you prefer,ā she said, her voice just as weak as it had been. She tried to hazard a smile, but she knew it just came off as exhausted and small. She saw her failure to fake interest on his face.
āNo,ā he replied, āyou can change if you wish, but I just want you to know thatā¦ I have no expectations of you. Iām sure that you were told I wouldā¦ I know weāre expected toā¦ but I donāt want that.ā
She swallowed hard, relief and anxiety flooding her system simultaneously. That she wouldnāt have to bare herself to him, a total stranger, was a kindness. That he, her husband, didnāt want her on their wedding night, was painful. Sheād not been wanted in a very long time, and she supposed it shouldnāt surprise her that someone who was forced to wed her would change that fact.
āOh,ā she replied, āI thoughtā¦ā
He sighed and laid back on the bed.
āI know.ā
***
She looked too young to be a bride. Heād wondered briefly at the alter if she always looked so frail, so much like a bird, but when sheād eaten nothing at the wedding feast, heād been given his answer. Already heād planned to go to her bedchamber and request nothing, but at the altar, at the meal, his mind had been made up.
She hadnāt picked him as a husband, nor had he chosen her for a wife, but heād cherish her, nevertheless. Heād protect her and learn to be her husband if in title only. He deserved the choice to do that at least, and he thought that if she couldnāt have someone more deserving of her than he was, heād at least try to live up to the role.
āWeāre going to stay here for a while,ā he said gently, trying not to frighten her, trying to make himself prone and small and anything but the intimidating large beast of a man he knew he was. āThen when everyone thinks weāveā¦ finished what is expected of us, Iāll leave and get something for you to eat and you wonāt have to see me again for the evening.ā
She looked at him with shock, and he was comforted that it was at least not the nervousness sheād shown him when he first entered the room. It was something at least.
āWhy?ā
She sounded a bit incredulous, but her expression was softer, more confused.
āBecause you didnāt eat at dinner and I think that maybe you havenāt eaten in a while.ā
She shook her head, and it took him a moment to understand that she wasnāt asking him why he was planning on bringing her something to eat, and that she was more curious as to his overall motives.
āWhy arenāt youā¦ Iām sure you must be angry, or at least upsetā¦ unlessā¦ well youāre happy to be marrying up or something, but you didnāt seem to be before. I justā¦ I thought that youād want to take what is yours to take.ā
He tried not to bristle visibly. She didnāt know him, he couldnāt possibly blame her for thinking that heād do everything sheād undoubtedly been warned he would.
āYou,ā he said, weighing his words, shifting up on one arm to get a better look at her eyes again. They were beautiful, bright and full of emotion. He could already read her feelings on her face. It was simple when she was so unguarded. āYou are not propertyā¦ and I donāt deign to take anything that isnāt offered willingly. I canāt take something from you just because weāre married.ā
She seemed to calm at that, her expression shifting slightly to curiosity and then relief. It was almost enough to make him fall back more comfortably on her mattress. He supposed it wasnāt entirely true. Space on her incredibly soft mattress probably wasnāt his to take either, but that she hadnāt chided him yet for laying upon it was a comfort. Heād had a long day and was looking forward to some time to lay back and let his muscles untense a bit.
āI wasnāt unwilling,ā she said, so softly he almost didnāt hear her.
He frowned at the ceiling and then let his eyes close for a moment. Despite how quietly sheād said it, there was something resolute to her tone, the strength heād seen simmering behind her eyes at their ceremony cropping up again. He had a feeling that if she became a bit more comfortable with him, she would be downright feisty.
āMaybe,ā he offered, āBut you werenāt willing either. Just because you donāt say no, doesnāt mean youāre saying yes.ā
He could feel her lay back on the mattress at his side, and he thought that the pins in her hair must be poking at her scalp. He thought that if they had only been given a few days to get to know each other, that he might have taken her hair down for her. She seemed like she might have liked that.
āWhat if I never say yes?ā she asked, āSurely you want a sonā¦ what if I never consent to give you that?ā
He shrugged, feeling her eyes on him though he couldnāt see her looking.
āIf you never say yes, you never say yes. I havenāt thought much about children, but if I ever wanted a son there are more ways than one to build a family Anna.ā
***
Her heart leapt at his words, and perhaps most at the sound of her name being said in his voice.
Never. Heād never make her lie with him if she chose not to. She knew that she shouldnāt trust him at his word, especially as it would mean that their marriage would never be consummated if she chose, but despite her recent misplaced trust, there was something about Kristoff that made her want to try believing him. He was already being so much more gracious towards her than she expected he would be, that she thought he should be.
āMore ways than one?ā
He let out a sigh that was tinged with an almost chuckle. That too made her heart feel warm in unfamiliar ways.
āWell, we have some time to talkā¦ guess we should get to know each other a bitā¦ I was adopted. So if I wanted a child and you didnāt want to engage in the practice of making oneā¦ I suppose I would adopt a boy. Or maybe a girl? Carrying on my name isnāt possible given our children would take your name, but donāt worry yourself about it, it was never a priority for me anyway.ā
She thought about what he said for a moment. Sheād never met anyone who was adopted before. She thought that maybe she should ask him about his family, but she was afraid that if she did, heād ask her about hers, and she was feeling too shattered for that conversation to take place right away, even if he probably already knew most of it.
āAnything else I should know? Just while weāre talkingā¦ā
āDepends on what you think you should know. My favorite color? Favorite food? Best friendās name? Shoe size?ā
There was a smile to his voice when he replied, and Anna let herself close her eyes when she heard it. He was warming to her, and she let out a small but genuine laugh to show him that she was warming to him in return.
āSure, start there and Iāll tell you mine.ā
His smile was beautiful in her head, but she couldnāt open her eyes to see if he was sporting it laying at her side. The softening of their demeanors, the quiet conversation they were carrying on was all that was keeping her from weeping.
She felt lucky, that of all the men in the Kingdom she could have ended up with, it was someone as kind as he seemed to be.
āOnly if you promise not to laugh when I tell you my best friend is a reindeer.ā
She smiled. He was a bit odd maybe, but there was a sincerity to his tone that relaxed her, allowed her to open up.
āOnly if you promise not to pity me when I tell you I donāt have any friends at all.ā
There was a long silence after she said it, and for a moment she was afraid that the tentative bond between them had already snapped, but then she felt it. His rough hand had slid across the space between them, his fingers brushing experimentally across her palm, offering a gentle sort of touch that made her want to weep.
She took it and the soft squeeze she felt was far more intimate than anything he could have done to her with her wedding gown off.
āWhat ifā¦ā she started, feeling half mad for asking, āWhat if a day comes where I say yes?ā
Returning to the original topic seemed to throw him for a moment, but she felt his thumb gently brush against her hand before her answered.
āThen Iāll have to say yes tooā¦ and I think it will take me some time to get to that place. I hope that doesnāt disappoint you, but I think Iād like to get to know my wife before we come anywhere close to that.ā
Her heart fluttered at the thought. He did want her then. She took comfort in that, and in the fact that he wanted to get to know her, to build a relationship.
āKristoff,ā she said, testing his name on her tongue and finding that it felt right to say.
He turned to her expectantly, and she rolled to meet his gaze, her fingers squeezing against his weakly, āIām sorry you were pulled into thisā¦ but I just want you to know, even if itās selfish of me to thinkā¦ Iām glad that Iām married to someone like you. I wasnāt expecting kindness.ā
He gave her a look that seemed to be a mix between sadness and appreciation. There was a soft almost smile playing on his lips, and she tried to give it back.
āI never thought about marryingā¦ but Annaā¦ I think Iām going to like being married to you.ā
The honesty that he carried in his voice with such ease was what made her inch, ever so slightly closer to his side, and for the first time since her sisterās coronation, or perhaps even before that, she felt like maybe things were going to be alright.
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Have an amazing day, @upthenorthmountain !!
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Listening to the "Get this Right" outtake from the Frozen 2 soundtrack and I love it. But I think it works better as a song for the Flatmates fan fic series byĀ @upthenorthmountain
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@leonardslee replied to your post āMemoryā
Hi this is Anna on main THANK YOU FOR YOUR TAGS they made my day xxx
Oh my goodness, Iām so glad you saw them! ā¤ļø And thank you so much for writing such lovely fic all these years and Iām just so sorry that Iāve been a lurker whoās never actually told you this before, but THANK YOU so much for writing such wonderful Kristoff/Anna fic all these years -- and for still being here despite a six-year drought of canon content!Ā ā¤ļøĀ
I first discovered your fics when I raided the Kristoff/Anna tag on AO3 back in December 2015 / January 2016, and can I just say that your Modern/British!AU longfic āFlatmatesā is one of my all-time favourite Kristanna fics -- and that youāve written one of the hottest sex scenes Iāve ever read????Ā
(The one that starts with Kristoff finding Annaās lacy green knickers on the floor. Itās been years but I still think about that sex scene a lot.)Ā
Anyway. Thank you so much for writing such amazing Kristanna fic all these years -- I know Iām from a different fandom, and Iām sorry for lurking and not commenting, but I really HAVE been fangirling over your amazing writing and characterisations and AUs all these years -- and thank you so much for replying to my excited tags on your ficlet earlier!Ā ā¤ļøĀ
#leonardslee#upthenorthmountain#replies#AAAAAAAAAH#HELLO#THANK YOU SO MUCH#i really really love your fics#thank you for your kind reply!#it's made my day!#thanks so much!
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I spat out my tea. @upthenorthmountain
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@thesvenqueen found me a higher-def version so I did it again, pls stop reblogging the old one kthxbai
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This is my colouring of @upthenorthmountainās LineArt, as part of the Kristanna Art Exchange. :)
#hope you like#kristanna#kristoff#Anna#frozen#disney frozen#art exchange#colouring#lineart by#upthenorthmountain
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Knock on Wood
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Frozen (Disney Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anna/Kristoff Characters: Anna, Kristoff, Elsa Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Bar/Pub, Song fic, Song: Knock On Wood (Eddie Floyd), Love at First Sight, Crush at First Sight, Fluff, Light Angst, Beer, Alcohol, Drinking, Dancing, Kristoff Plays Guitar, Cocky Kristoff Summary:
āSo, like, Iām not really a superstitious guy or anything, you know? But I saw this girl, right, and Iām about to ask her to dance.ā He strummed a few times before stopping the strings with his hand and knocking three times on his guitar. āI donāt know, I figure every little bit helps. Couldn't hurt anyway.ā
A few people clapped and whistled as he strummed the opening to a song Anna hadnāt heard before. Then he smiled. āMaybe yāall can 'Knock on Wood' for me, too.ā
Lovely artwork by @upthenorthmountain.
Part of the Frozen Hearts Worth Melting Discord server's Friday the 13th prompt event (designated posting days with superstitions as prompts) *DM if you're interested in joining.
#frozen#frozen fanfic#kristanna#kristanna fanfic#disney#disney fanfiction#cocky kristoff#kristoff plays guitar#knock on wood#frozen hearts worth melting#friday the 13th
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Mistaken Identity
This is for @upthenorthmountain for her birthday.Ā
Characters Anna, Kristoff, human Sven.
Anna moved up to the counter at the coffee shop,Ā āHi, Iād like a small coffee, light roast with a shot of hazelnut syrup, please.ā She handed the female barista taking the order her gold card for payment and then moved to the side.Ā She hummed along with the music playing on the speakers as she waited.Ā A couple of minutes later a voice called out,Ā ā Tall, blonde,slightly nuts?!!ā She laughed at the order and held out her hand for the drink. As she walked over to the cream and sugar a man at the back of the room stood up and said in an irritated voice,āSven, Iāve told you not to call me crazy in any form of the term!ā He turned around and saw Anna raising the cream jug over her coffee with an incredulous look on her face.
Kristoff blushed, his hand moving to the back of his head in a nervous gesture.Ā āSorry...ā
Anna looked at the blond man in front of her. Tall, blond, wearing a tshirt stating āReindeer were better than Peopleā under a plaid flannel longsleeve. A bit weird maybe, but not crazy. Besides she liked a bit of crazy.
Anna spoke,Ā āItās ok. I wonāt judge.ā She smiled at the handsome man, raised her coffee in a salute to him and walked outside.Ā Ā
As Anna left the coffeehouse the conversations began up again and Kristoff apologised to his friend. Sven grinned and said,ā Sheās here every day around this time. Maybe next time youāll be able to get her phone number. At least today you were actually able to talk around her.ā
āYou know-- sometimes I really donāt like you.ā Kristoff told his friend, sighing as he watched the cute redhead leave. Tomorrow could not get here soon enough.
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I am with you , a new song written by Kristen Anderson Lopez and Robert Lopez
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#frozen#disney#olaf#Youtube#upthenorthmountain#kristen anderson lopez#robert lopez#the lion king#tangled#i am with you#josh gad#at home with olaf
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Happy Birthday Anna!
@upthenorthmountainā
The winds are a little bit colder, and Anna is a little bit older!
Congratulations on being in your aged prime! I hope you have a great day where everything makes sense.
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have you EVER seen a MORE IMPORTANT owl that has NO BUSINESS being so IMPORTANT?
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Yoo this is so cool!!! I love it!!! ššš
Princess Anna of Arendelle and her family, 1851 (Margot Berger)Ā
Princess Anna of Arendelle married the Royal Icemaster, Kristoff Bjorgman, in 1842. This portrait, painted nine years later by the Austrian artist Margot Berger, shows the royal couple with their eldest four children, Prince Karl (later King Karl II of Arendelle), Princess Adela, Princess Elisabet, and Prince Anders. Princess Anna is often remembered as having married a commoner but in actuality, though he rarely used the title, her husband was made a Duke for his assistance to the Crown following Queen Elsaās coronation in 1840.Ā Princess Anna was also queen of Arendelle briefly following her sisterās death but abdicated after only two weeks in favour of her son.Ā
Berger was a close personal friend of Queen Elsa of Arendelle and painted several other portraits of the royal family, most of which are also still on display in the palace.Ā
The kingdom of Arendelle is now part of modern Norway. The palace, including the portrait gallery, royal quarters and formal gardens, is open to the public on Tuesdays and Saturdays and is well worth a visit. See website for further details.
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