#BROTP: Frozen Family
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Frozen fanfiction: Søsken
Summary: An accident in the North mountain forces Elsa to spend several weeks in her brother’s apartment under Anna’s care. And during this time, Anna begins to notice there are peculiar things about Elsa’s life she wished she could understand. Everything starts to make sense after a family reunion.
Modern AU. Kristanna - Frohana - Kristoff & Elsa BrOTP.
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If not for you
Leaning against his father’s car, Kristoff waited patiently for him to come out of the police station. Since early morning Kai had been trying to contact Anders or anyone at the police station who could help him find information about Marshall. For some reason Kristoff ignored, he’d had a hard time finding someone available when he called, forcing him to wait until things were settled in the office. And once they finally called back, they suggested he picked the information up in person.
Kristoff suspected his colleagues only wanted to find out the reason Kai needed it so urgently. It wasn’t unusual, after all, to check what the officers did when they requested information off the clock. Kristoff was thankful for that, especially since Kai couldn’t pretend barging into Marshall’s house was work related.
The wait at home that morning had given Kristoff enough time to explain to his parents everything he knew. He had talked about Marshall and his version of the story, as well as Elsa’s – from what he’d heard from Anna. He’d mention their quarrel in his apartment and why Elsa had finally made up her mind to go after him and talk. It had helped Gerda calm down and not worry so much, but for some reason, Kai hadn’t accepted his version of the story. He was convinced there was more to it and that had led to them quarrelling for a few minutes. Nonetheless, Kristoff had decided to accompany him – against Kai’s wishes – once the police station called. He wanted to prevent things from getting out of hand.
Even though his father was a down to earth and civilised man, someone who’d rarely use his position in the police force to get what he wanted; Kristoff was certain he wouldn’t doubt using it when Elsa was involved. After all, Elsa’s wellbeing had always been the reason he had seen his father stepping out of line in the past.
The sound of the big oaken door pulled Kristoff from his thoughts and he watched his father walk down the steps, still talking to one of his colleagues. “Thanks. I will,” he said, loudly. His tone of voice was friendly enough, but Kristoff knew he was tired of the conversation at that point. It was almost impossible for his father to hide how much chit chatting annoyed him.
“I've got the information that I need,” Kai then said to him. He showed a piece of paper with some information written on it, and before Kristoff had the chance to read what it said, he put it inside his pocket. “If Elsa shows up, call Anders.”
Trying to match his father’s stride as he walked to the vehicle, Kristoff said, “Wait, what do you mean ‘if she shows up’?”
Before opening the car’s door, Kai looked at his son over his shoulder and said, “You’re going home. Tell Gerda I’ll be back in an hour or two.”
“Kai, for the last time, I’m coming with you.” He watched his father get inside the car, ignoring what he had to say. He hurried to the other side and got in as well. “Marshall's not to blame for what happened. And I'm sure Elsa must be at the mountain. You know she spends a lot of time hiking when she's not feeling okay.”
“Let me ask you something,” Kai calmly said, as he fastened his seatbelt. “Have you ever seen Hålkesen lose his temper?”
“What?”
“Has he become irrationally angry in front of you or Elsa?” He clarified.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Yes or no.”
His father might have seemed calmer than before, but his patience was not nearly close to what it usually was. Choosing it was best not to get on his bad side, he decided to be honest. “Yes.”
“That’s all I needed to hear.” He started the car and began driving.
“No, wait,” Kristoff said the moment the car left the police station. “It was an unfair situation, anyone would have reacted—”
“What happened?”
Once again, he noticed that his father’s questioning was calm and collected, but it only worried him more. “Westegaard had just fired him, he was mad at his son. Where are you going?”
“To talk to him.”
“Please, let's try to find Elsa without jumping to conclusions.” He had no idea what Kai had found out, but it was best to stop him and worry about one thing at the time. To his disappointment, he continued driving, his mind set on one specific goal: finding Marshall.
Not feeling comfortable with his father’s idea, he tried to call his attention, “Dad. Dad,” he repeated when he realised he was being ignored. “Da– Kai! What the hell is wrong with you? You don’t ever act like this.”
“He spent a few days in prison five years ago,” he said, not taking his eyes off the road.
“What?”
Noticing the way he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, Kristoff worried about the answer he could give him. He had to admit he hadn’t liked Marshall at the beginning either. Two years ago, he’d have been on his father’s side. But the man who had sat with him yesterday was not a bad person. A madman prone to make mistakes? Certainly. But not someone who was inherently bad. He was certain of it now, and he had to admit Elsa had been right all along. His sister knew, subconsciously, the way a bad person acted and behaved. Even if her social skills were below standard, she had a way of knowing; and she was rarely mistaken.
“He beat a man to a pulp while he was working as a paramedic.The hospital terminated his contract immediately.”
“…that can’t be right.” Deep down he knew it could certainly be true. Marshall had scared him that night at Hans’ house. But he’d try to make sure Marshall didn’t end up on his father’s bad side.
Stopping the car abruptly on the side of the road, Kai turned to him and said, “if you don’t want to believe me, save my time and get out of the car.” Suddenly losing the last traces of patience.
“Wait, Kai, please,” he said, understanding it was best to accept whatever his father was telling him, and be there for him just in case things didn’t go as well as he was hoping. “I’m baffled, that’s it.
Even if he knew his father was overreacting, Kristoff tried to put himself in his father’s shoes for a moment. He had seen his mother struggle with the idea of losing Elsa when the whole ordeal with the Arendelles started, and now he was seeing his father go through the same. The ‘threat’ was different, but their main concern was just the same. He knew how much Kai adored Elsa and what she meant to him. Kristoff may have been their first kid; the one they’ve chosen. But Elsa was the closest thing they had to the daughter they had once lost. Even if Gerda had tried to deny it, he knew they had adopted a boy not to be constantly reminded of their unborn daughter. A couple of years later, however, when Elsa came into their lives, they realised having a daughter actually helped them. And they allowed her to fill that place in their hearts.
“Let me go with you,” Kristoff said, hoping Kai would see he was honest about wanting to help. He was relieved to see his father start the car once again, and decided to stay quiet until he was needed.
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Once he arrived at what he believed was her parents' house, Marshall hurried to get Elsa inside as soon as possible. During the car drive, he had kept a close look on her and noticed she was getting weaker at an alarming rate. The walk to the car from his cabin had only worsened her condition, even if he had been supporting her weight the whole time.
"Els? We're here," he said when he opened her door. She was with her eyes tightly closed and she kept the blanket as close to her as possible. "Come on, let me—" He tried to help her move but she put her hand over his. To his surprise, her hand wasn’t cold as it usually was.
"I don't feel so good." Her voice was soft and he wasn't sure if she was mumbling so as not to worsen her headache or if the fever was making her struggle with her words.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"
Glassy eyes looked back at him with determination, and Marshall couldn't believe she'd put up a fight against the idea even in her state. "I can't. I want to go home."
"Okay." It was against his better judgement, but he still took her words as a command. Help me get home. He'd do that for her and then he'd try to convince her family. "Let me help you get inside."
She struggled to move even in the slightest, and Marshall helped her support her weight again. He made sure there wasn't any ice or snow around her, and they began walking. They were a few steps away from the front door when Elsa spoke again, surprising him.
"They're mad at me," she said, her voice almost too low for him to hear.
"Who?"
"Kai and Gerda," she said, with a dry laugh. "I keep lying to them, but they already know I can't control my powers."
"I’m sure they aren’t mad at you." He had no idea what else to say. He barely knew her family, after all. But he was certain it was the fever speaking, and it wasn’t something she believed. "Come on."
"Am I snowing?"
He checked again, making sure there wasn't a trail of snow behind them. He took the opportunity to make sure there weren't any neighbours looking at them. "No. Don't worry about it."
"It should be snowing."
"You’re not snowing," he repeated, hoping she'd help him and walk the short distance to the door.
"I’ve got to—" She stopped abruptly and looked at him. "I think I need the snow."
"Elsa, you’re not making much sense. Please, walk. I can’t pick you up right now." His injured arm stopped him from carrying her the rest of the way, and so he gave a few long strides forcing Elsa to follow.
“I wouldn’t even find the door,” Elsa said when they finally reached the main door.
“What?”
“Without you.” She leaned onto him. “Thank you.”
He smiled and hugged Elsa close with his good arm, trying to offer some comfort. He then knocked and they waited in silence for someone to open.
"Mrs Bjorgman, I—" He tried to explain the situation as soon as the door opened, but Gerda was quick to react when her eyes fell on her sick daughter.
"Oh my God! What's going on?"
"Elsa's not feeling well. She's got a temperature. The options were taking her to the ER or here, and she insisted I brought her here."
"Temperature?" she asked, still trying to understand who he was and why Elsa’s eyes couldn’t stay focused. She then put her hand on Elsa's forehead to check it for herself. "My goodness, child. You’re burning!"
Elsa leaned on her mother for support when she felt her hand on her face. Gerda tried to stabilise her, but Elsa fell on her arms as dead weight.
"Easy," Marshall said, holding Elsa again and preventing both women from falling to the ground. "Let me help you get to a chair. Don’t crush your mother."
"Over the sofa, please," Gerda said. She closed the door and was soon by Marshall's side. "What happened?"
"Her hand is badly infected." It was a good thing he had met Gerda once before, since it helped him talk and explain himself, overcoming the awkwardness of the situation. "She wasn’t feeling well when she woke up this morning. I suggested she rest for a few more hours but it didn't help. It was a moderate fever an hour ago, but now I’m not so sure."
Gerda sat by Elsa's side and placed her hand on her forehead once again. She grimaced at the heat radiating from her daughter. "How high?"
"Thirty-nine degrees."
"Thirty-nine?" Gerda exclaimed, turning to look at him.
Surprised by her worried expression he said, “It’s high but there’s no reason to alarm.”
"This is not moderate. Elsa's body temperature is a degree or two lower than average." She moved Elsa's wet bangs away from her eyes and called her name. Elsa opened her eyes and did her best to hold her mother's gaze. Gerda offered her a small reassuring smile in return.
Had he known before, he would have done things differently. He felt like an idiot for letting Elsa convince him she was okay when the opposite was clear. Elsa's fever had been affecting her a lot more than he expected and now he understood why.
"Please keep an eye on her." Gerda's voice distracted him from his thoughts and by the time he nodded his head, she had already disappeared through a door.
Marshall sat down next to her and he apologised for not helping her sooner. Elsa's unfocused eyes looked at him for a brief moment and she smiled, making him feel better. At least for a short moment.
"Gerda?" she asked, and Marshall's worry increased. She was losing track of simple events going on around her.
"She’ll be back in a moment," Marshall said, caressing her back.
"I’ve got to—"
"Whatever it is you're thinking, you won't." Marshall ordered, putting his hand on her shoulder and stopping her from going after Gerda. He knew she wouldn't go far in her state, but the last thing he needed was for her to fall face first onto the ground.
"I found some antipyretic drugs," Gerda announced as she returned to the living room with a first-aid kit and a cold compress in her hands.
Marshall watched her tend to Elsa, offering a pill and some water that she reluctantly accepted. "Mrs Bjorgmam—”
“Gerda,” she reminded him. “Please, call me Gerda.”
He nodded, understanding her request, and continued, “Elsa insisted I brought her here, but I think it'd be best to take her to the ER. I've got my car outside."
"Don't worry,” Gerda said, patting his knee. “I'll call Nielsen. He'll know what to do."
"Nielsen…" He remembered the name clearly. He had been the director at the hospital the time he had worked there. A respectable doctor who had great knowledge and a calmness he envied. "You mean Dr. Nielsen? Isn't he retired?"
"He still treats some special patients." Gerda explained as she placed the cold compress on Elsa's neck, making her shiver. When she tried to get away from the cold, Gerda stopped her. "I need to lower your temperature."
"How can you stand this every day?" Elsa asked, her eyes tightly shut.
"What, dear?"
"The cold. It's unbearable." She breathed out.
Gerda and Marshall's eyes softened. They couldn't really imagine what it was for her to start feeling the cold so suddenly. Her body was a puzzle they couldn't comprehend and it made helping her a lot more complicated.
"It isn't always like this, sweetheart." Gerda moved the compress to make sure it didn't fall when Elsa’s body trembled, and so she asked Marshall to hold it while she called Nielsen.
Marshall did what he was told, and even if he knew there wasn’t much he could be doing, he couldn't stay still. He wasn't sure if it was his instinct kicking in, but he couldn't agree with Gerda's idea. He wanted to pick Elsa up and take her to the ER as soon as possible.
"Are you okay?" he asked Elsa when he saw her leaning forward.
"I feel sick." She said in between laboured breaths.
"Gerda’s calling someone."
"Am I snowing?"
"No," he said after looking around the room to make sure she wasn't. "Why are you so worried about—" He tried to ask, but Elsa interrupted him by pushing his hand away. She then extended her good hand in front of her like she had done the day before. This time, ice and snow didn’t manifest and a pained expression drew on her face. "What are you doing?"
"Elsa," Gerda called after her daughter from the other side of the room. She was still in the middle of the phone call but she rushed to her side and put her hand over Elsa's. "You've got a high fever. Don't force it. You know it's no good."
"Gerda, I don't feel so good," Elsa said, unsure of what to do.
Sitting down next to her again, Gerda put her arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple. “I know. But, please, don’t try to use your powers.”
This seemed to calm Elsa to some extent and she leaned onto her. Gerda checked on her once more and then continued her conversation. "Yes, I'm here. It’s an infection… I suppose."
"Lymphangitis," Marshall said. He remembered a case he had helped treat while he was still working in the hospital.
"What?"
"Check her arm."
Gerda did and noticed the red streak that contrasted clearly with Elsa’s pale skin. "Jonnas, please, I need you to come check on her," she begged. "She’ll need antibiotics as soon as possible. No. No snow, she just took a pill. I know. I know. We will."
Hanging up the phone, she turned to him and said, "he said he's coming." Noticing her daughter was almost asleep against her shoulder, she sighed and asked for his help once again. "Help me take her to her room before the antipyretic starts working and the ice becomes uncontrollable."
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"Let me know if anything changes tonight. I don't trust this to go smoothly," Nielsen said to Gerda as they exited Elsa’s room. Tending to Elsa had proven to be harder than they both originally imagined, and Nielsen wasn’t feeling too optimistic.
From the very beginning, Gerda and the doctors involved in Elsa’s case had noticed a peculiar phenomenon occurring whenever her temperature rose above average. As the temperature increased, the ice and snow would recede and leave almost no trace in her body until the fever broke, or it was reduced with the help of medicine. Her powers would then react on their own, beyond Elsa’s control, making things difficult for whoever was trying to treat her. It had been a nerve-racking situation whenever it happened the first few years; but with time, Gerda and Nielsen had learnt to deal with it and knew what to expect.
This time, however, the drugs had kicked in sooner than expected, helping to lower her temperature on one hand, but causing her powers to start reacting before Elsa’s infected injury was properly treated. Not being able to control her powers made Elsa more nervous and a cycle started in which the powers became more and more uncontrollable, forcing Nielsen to take more serious measures to ensure they could help her. To their disappointment, the only safe alternative had been sedating Elsa against her will.
“Call me first thing in the morning. I want to know how the infection develops.” He picked his pen and wrote a prescription. “Here are the antibiotics she'll need to take,” he finally said, handing it to Gerda.
“These are quite strong,” she said, frowning. “She won't like the way they make her feel.”
“It's either this,” Nielsen said, pointing to the prescription. “Or admitting her to the hospital. And I’m certain you’d like to avoid that.”
Gerda couldn't do anything but agree with him. With the way things had gone just a moment before, she knew taking Elsa to the hospital would probably end up in disaster.
“Excuse me, Dr. Nielsen,” Marshall interrupted before the doctor had a chance to leave. “Was lying to her necessary?”
Marshall had stood by Elsa’s side when she had begged not to be given any tranquillisers, and he had only changed his mind when Nielsen convinced them both they’d only use local anaesthesia. As Gerda had expected, Elsa had fallen asleep in less than a minute, and Marshall disapproval had been obvious. He had remained quiet, though, refraining himself from saying anything at that moment. Part of Gerda felt proud Marshall was fighting for Elsa’s rights now that things were under control, and she felt guilty for not having explained to them what Nielsen was really about to do.
“Her powers can't be controlled. The tiniest mistake could result in one of us getting hurt,” Jonnas said, not feeling in the mood to explain himself. “Explaining the situation to other doctors or police officers is a lot more stressful than falling asleep, trust me.”
“I understand that but—”
“Trust me,” he repeated, letting Marshall know his decisions were not up for debate. “Oh, and, Hålkesen?”
Gerda could see his cold, sharp eyes glaring at Jonnas in disapproval, but still he remained quiet, limiting himself to answer his question. “Yes?”
“I don't know what you know about Elsa, but not a word to anyone. Am I clear?”
Gerda sighed in relief when Marshall nodded, his expression serious and trustworthy. It was clear that beyond his anger he could understand Elsa's situation was more delicate than he could comprehend.
Once Jonnas had left, Gerda closed the door behind him and turned to look at the young man still standing in her living room. She had only met Marshal briefly once; and now, there he was helping her take care of Elsa and agreeing to keep silent about things he probably couldn’t understand.
“Thank you for your help today,” she said, honestly. “You did the right thing by bringing her home.”
“This isn't the first time things like this have happened, is it?”
“You mean the infection?” Gerda said, as she began tidying up the living room. The first thing she did was fold Marshall’s blanket and lay it neatly on a small table, then she continued with her first-aid kit. Keeping busy helped her order her thoughts about everything that had happened since Elsa showed up at her door that rainy Sunday.
“I meant having Nielsen take care of her instead of going to the hospital.”
“Sadly, no,” she admitted. There was no point in keeping information from him at that point. After all, he had helped not only Elsa, but Jonnas and her too with everything they needed. “You may have noticed that taking care of Elsa is… ”
“Extremely complicated?” he said with a dry laugh.
Gerda nodded her head and felt grateful that he was understanding their situation so well. It wasn’t easy to accept that Nielsen and she had avoided taking Elsa to the hospital as much as possible during those years. It even felt like they were denying Elsa proper care. Anybody could blame them if they wanted. But Marshall seemed mature enough to understand it was for the best. “We try to avoid going to crowded places for this reason. You never know who could find out about her… abilities and try to harm her.”
“Why would anyone try to harm her?” he asked, in deep thought. Gerda found it endearing that he couldn’t comprehend why someone would try to do it. It let her see the person he was underneath and made her happy to know Elsa had found a good man in that lonely mountain.
“I need to stay alert in case Elsa needs me. Would you like to keep me company while I wait for her to wake up?” She offered, hoping he’d accept. She was dying to meet him and see what had become of little Hålkesen after so many years. Part of her was hoping he’d remembered who she was.
“I thought you wouldn’t let me stay…”
“I'm sure Elsa would love to see you after everything you did.” She enjoyed watching him turn a deeper shade of red and she understood why Anna loved pestering Elsa so much about the mountaineer. “Please, stay. I’d like to talk to you if that's okay.”
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For the next two hours, Marshall and Gerda stayed in the living room, keeping a close look on Elsa’s open door as they talked. From time to time one of them would take turns checking on her, even though they knew it would be a couple of hours until she woke up.
Talking to Marshall had been awkward at first, since their main topic of conversation was sleeping peacefully. However, Gerda had soon found a way to win him over by telling him who she was and what she remembered about his childhood and family. And to her surprise, as soon as he realised who she was, his shy and overly polite demeanour began to change. He became more talkative and even excited to mention a few things he remembered about her. He had spoken about her raspberry pies and even admitted to having lain in wait for her to show up at Oaken’s shop to offer her his help. Carrying groceries to get some pie in exchange was one of the things he loved about summer time.
Gerda had been delighted to know he still held her in high esteem, even if he hadn’t known her name. His whole life he had called her the “Pie lady” and that made Gerda extremely happy for some reason.
“How come you didn’t realise Elsa was my daughter?””
“I was a kid at the time,” he said with a sheepish smile. “I had no idea what your real name was or what you did for a living. All I remember was you spent some summers at the mountain and at the time you didn’t have kids who’d play with me.”
“What about the cottage?”
“They all looked the same when I was seven.”
“Well, it's true you were only a kiddo—” she began to say, but she got distracted by the sound of a key opening the front door.
Kai entered the house and only then did she remember the heated argument Kristoff and Kai had shared that very morning about Marshall. Everything that happened with Elsa had made her forget about her husband and son’s whereabouts and the fact they were after the man sitting next to her. She felt stupid for not trying to contact them, or at least let the police station Elsa was home, so they could use the radio to contact Kai.
"Gerda," he said as soon as he locked eyes with her. "I need your help—" He stopped as soon as he saw Marshall sitting by her side, and Gerda stood up, knowing he’d react before he thought things through.
"What are you doing here?” Kai asked, not giving Gerda a chance to say anything. And even she felt uncomfortable by the angered stare that he sent Marshall.
The young man stood up and looked at him unsure of what to do. Something told her he was waiting for her to do or say something first. She took a step forward and blocked Kai’s path. “Before you do or say anything, there’s something you need to know…”
Ignoring his wife’s request, he took a few steps closer to them all the time keeping his eyes fixed on Marshall. “Where is Elsa? You’re the last person she was seen with, and now—”
“Keep your voice down,” Gerda interrupted. She put a hand over his chest to try and calm him down. “She’s here. She wasn’t feeling well and so he brought her home.”
“Here?” Kai looked over Gerda’s head and in the direction of Elsa’s bedroom. The door that usually remained closed was now open.
“What happened?” Kristoff asked behind his father and only then she realised her son was there with them.
“She had a high fever. The wound in her hand is badly infected.”
“Bad enough for her to be in bed?” Kai asked, sceptical, his eyes falling on Marshall once again.
“Yes,” she said with a tired sigh. “Nielsen left an hour or so ago.” She knew there was a lot more she’d need to explain to them both, but all it mattered now was making sure Kai stopped targeting Marshall over something that was beyond his responsibility.
Walking past her, Kai stood in front of Marshall and asked, “What happened between Elsa and you? And where have you been?”
“Dad, for goodness sake,” said Krisotff exasperatedly. It was clear he had dealt with his father’s anxiousness all afternoon, and he had no more patience left. “He brought Elsa home. That’s all that matters.”
“You were looking for us?” Marshall asked, unsure why he was suddenly on Bjorgman’s bad side.
“I'm talking about the accident on Saturday.” Kai said, turning around to make sure Kristoff understood what he was talking about. “Elsa doesn't lose control of her powers that easily. He must have done something to her. And she wouldn’t disappear on her own either.”
Gerda paid close attention to the two young men and noticed the confused look they shared with each other. It was more than obvious they both agree Elsa disappearing was more common than Kai realised. Even Gerda herself knew that.
“I have no idea where Elsa’s been. And as I said the other day, I didn’t do anything.” Marshall said, annoyed he had become Kai’s scapegoat. “I told you to talk to Elsa the other night.”
“Look,” Kai said, taking a step closer to Marshall. “The realisation Elsa had hurt you got me by surprise the other day. I was desperate to come here and check on her. That’s why Anders and I let you off the hook easily. But I need an explanation now. A real one. What happened between you two?”
“I didn't hurt her.” Marshall’s seriousness left no place for an argument and Gerda worried it wouldn’t sit well with her husband.
“You had a fight. That much is clear.” Kai said with unfounded certainty. “The two of you ended up being hurt.” His voice steadily rose up and he pointed to Marshall’s injured arm to make his point clearer. “There was blood everywhere… Don’t try to minimise whatever it is you did!”
Marshall frowned at him. “I didn’t hurt her and we didn’t have a fight. Elsa and I—”
“Elsa did whatever was in her power to avoid you these last few days.”
“That isn't true!” Marshall spat, and Gerda could see the hurt in his eyes behind his anger. Kai wouldn't let Marshall explain himself and Gerda felt it was unfair.
“Okay. Enough of this. Stop.” Kristoff said, putting himself in between the two of them. “Elsa made a mistake, all right?" he said to his father. "She got hurt and lost control. Marshall got hurt because of it and ended up getting caught in all this mess.”
"Is that good enough for you? Or are you going to call your ridiculous partner to help you interrogate me?" Marshall barked, unable to control the anger he felt.
"For fuck’s sake, mate," Kristoff complained, pushing Marshall slightly to keep him at bay. "Shut up and let me talk."
Kai held Marshall's gaze until he decided it was best to deal with the mountaineer at some other time. Walking towards the door, he opened it wide and ordered, "I want you out of the house. Now."
"Kai, there’s no reason to—" Gerda tried to intervene.
"It’s okay, Gerda," Marshall said, his voice softer than before. "Thank you for your hospitality."
She watched him walk out the door and Gerda felt incredibly bad for him. She had seen the concern in his eyes when he brought Elsa home. She had seen the way her daughter relied on him when she was feeling weak or threatened, and that was enough for her to know he was incapable of hurting her. Not thinking twice about it, Gerda went after him.
She looked around and noticed the door of an old SUV closing with a loud bang. She got closer and saw Marshall hitting the steering wheel repeatedly. He was letting out his frustration on the car and Gerda thought it was best to stop him. She knocked on his window, and waited, hoping he'd listen to her.
When he finally turned to look at her, his tearful eyes made Gerda regret not saying something sooner. She knew she should’ve stopped Kai from throwing all the blame on him when they were all inside the house. "Please, open the door," Gerda said with a small, apologetic smile.
He didn't say anything; but to her relief, he rolled down the window and waited.
"I beg you to forgive my husband," she said even though she knew he wouldn't, at least not that night. "I know you care about Elsa and I can't thank you enough for that."
He looked at her for a moment, only to nod his head twice.
"I'll make sure she calls you once she wakes up."
He ended up thanking her for coming after him and he made her promise she’d let him know if Elsa needed help. She did and asked for his phone number. She then bid him goodbye and watched him go.
When Gerda got into the house, Kai informed her Kristoff was in Elsa’s room. They both had argued when she had left the house after Marshall, and Kristoff had chosen to go spend some time with his sister, even if she was still asleep.
Understanding her son’s feelings, she picked Marshall’s blanket that had been left forgotten on the small table and walked to Elsa’s room as well. She wanted to spend the rest of the evening with both her children and let Kai on his own, thinking about the things he had done wrong.
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I think I like this chapter better than chapter 42. I personally didn’t like the way the previous one turned out and there are a few things I’d like to change (about my writing, not the plot itself), but I thought it was best to continue the story rather than start making small changes here or there.
I hope you enjoy this chapter as well as the ones before. Several things I opened over 10 chapters ago are starting to come together and that might make these following chapters kind of convoluted. I hope that doesn’t make them too slow paced, but I want to start closing things, you know.
You may have noticed that Kai may seem sort of OCC in this chapter. But I did it on purpose. See, I like to think of him as that kind of person who’s calm and collected until the day the people he cares about are in “danger”, even if the danger is created by his own anxiety. I think all the stress about seeing his daughter so out of sorts finally got to him. I also revealed a bit more why Kai and Gerda are so overprotective of Elsa all the time — besides the obvious reason that’s Elsa’s past, of course. When I began this story I wanted to give every character a “backstory” of their own, and now you know more about Kai’s and Gerda’s.
As always, let me know what you think of this chapter as well as the rest. Your opinions always help me know what I’m doing right and wrong, so keep them coming.
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Thor Odinson
tagged by : @beheworthy bc i would ALWAYS like 💖💖💖
Give me a fictional character and I will say:
Favorite thing about them: His big dumb hero's heart. His compassion. How much he loves his home, his people, his family, his beloved, his friends — how much he loves.
Least favorite thing about them: //stares pointedly at his inability to form meaningful connections because Thor is Not Allowed to be Not Okay (even when it's obvious and people he loves asks him to share his heart).
Three things I have in common with them:
I am, myself, an elder sibling!! And one whose younger brother was/is someone I am incredibly close to, care a great deal about — that entire drama is very close to home for me.
A passion bubble for friends and family that's, on occasion, close to the surface... but otherwise am chill 👍
and .... bunt out golden child syndrome vibes. Especially that vibe of "do it on your own and put on your leader face at all times, because all eyes are on you, good luck"
Three things I don’t have in common with them:
His ... overly reserved nature. I've been told I can be serious but I don't think I brood the way he does.
One day I will be nearly half as eloquent in my speech outside of writing 🙏
The way that Thor is able to just command a room???? Goals. Total goals. I'm either very good at directing conversations or shaky at it and I wish I had Thor's level of confidence.
Favorite line:
"i would rather be a good man than a great king."
OR ALTERNATIVELY.
"is that why everything's on fire~?"
BROTP: Brodinsons 100% . Then the entire warriors + sif squad dynamics! I'm forever sad we never got more of them all together. Then Heimdall, because Thor deserves positive mentor figures in his life. (and as far as the avengers proper go: Thor/Steve absolutely deserves more recognition they were the og duo as far as Age of Ultron is concerned and y'all , we've all been sleeping.)
OTP: Fosterson ! :D They're adorable star-crossed lovers, and he loves her very much. (and she feels the same for him !)
NOTP: if i see (1) more fan art of thorki in the thor tag i will scream. I guess also bruce/thor and valkyrie/thor exist ...??? I'm not really sure who Thor's exactly shipped with in the MCU besides Jane.
Random Headcanon: One time I considered the thought of little!Thor being exceptionally friendly with his kitchen staff servants, and because he's a strong little guy, he'd pick up giant barrels 3x his size and lug them around just because he wants to be helpful. And he'd do it with or without the prize of getting snuck goodies (though he would definitely prefer the goodies, were it up to him.)
Unpopular Opinion: I'm not sure if this counts as an unpopular opinion exactly, but I do always find it interesting that in the Frozen Vault Scene in Thor (2011), what the cinematography and editors show us that sets Thor off is seeing the dead einherjar...
And I'd actually say that this triggers his anger more than the interruption of his crowning ceremony.
So with that in mind, I'm not actually sure that (most of) his rage regarding the situation was about the coronation at all, in that case. At least, not in comparison to the fear he states (semi-subtextually) about being strong enough to maintain Asgard's borders were. ("They know you are vulnerable.")
He actually seems to only be upset about the coronation AFTER Odin makes it very clear he's decided to change his mind and rescind the crown from him entirely ... which only further fuels the point that Thor isn't ready. (aka: the one thing Thor is keenly aware of, scared of, and is scared the Frost Giants also know.) Which, you know, he's not at that point in time, but I don't see a lot of people talk about the details of that particular inciting incident all that much.
(honestly the ENTIRE text and subtext of the frozen vault scene absolutely FASCINATES ME so maybe I'll do a deep dive on it one day idk)
Song SONGS I associate with them: ... //looks at my 5-minutes-until-13 hr playlist uh...
Glowing, Boreas, and Rounds by The Oh Hellos
Plant Life, The Real World, and Bird with a Broken Wing by Owl City
No Sanctuary by UNSECRET (ft. Sam Tinnesz and Fleurie)
Afterglow and Places by Portrair
Paper and Ink (fosterson) and Everything Changes in Time (brodinsons) by Madds Buckley ... also Hoping on Another Life by Madds Buckley
Favorite picture of them:
//pulls out my entire dark world screenshots folder bc are you really going to make me choose, quirks, are you really going to make me choose
soft beautiful 🥺🥺🥺🥺 precious boy ... give me more of that poncho look tho thanks
Tagging: @darkwee009 for pinkie pie or for kirby ! :D whichever you'd like more, friend !!!
#(SENDS YOU KISSES 😘)#&&. whispers#&&. thor.#&&. | marvel. |#(also no no i am not ashamed of my 13 hour playlist for thor)#(yes you can absolutely ask for more song recs i have too many)#(And probably more on the way)
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for the ask game how about both seth and yomi?
MY BOYS >:))))))) THE BOYS
Seth:
favorite thing about them
I can't. fucking. The poncho that tricked me into believing he's a short king but he's like fucking 5'9. The glowy hood belts. How he looks like he's gonna keel over any minute. The bouquet. Him needing to use a megaphone since he just mumbles me too buddy I was pointing at the screen saying "me too buddy" when Yomi was being Yomi about his voice ME TOO BUDDY (it's fine I forgave him). Him taking bribes from the Nail Man because his boss told him to and how he saw nothing suspicious about it. Him ALSO trying to make a deal with the detectives when they get close to finding out. Him being a literal saint compared to all the other peacekeepers (what is wrong with them) and kiiiiiiiind of actually doing his job. His monocle. That shit eating smile. The green. Him existing in (and making) the best chapter in RC. Him getting hit with a helmet so hard he bleeds (guess by who). Him getting progressively less intimidating and more pathetic and cringefail with every scene he's in. The concerning Burroughs family loading screen trivia. Him being good at chess and liking wind instruments. Him hating untuned instruments. His birthday being in pride month. His winx enchantix form in the ML. Should I keep going
least favorite thing about them
How he appeared completely unannounced out of fucking nowhere to be the best character in the game in like 4 scenes total and they then just. hauled him off.
The disrespect is unbelievable I was in denial the whole game every chapter I was waiting for him to show up again. He's not even the only peacekeeper that shows up out of nowhere and then we never see them again, hello Swank Guillaume & Dominic. Dare I say MDA:RC should have been longer - not as in, more cases but like. More downtime between chapters to get to know the Guys more. Please
favorite line
"You need to get your watch repaired. Oh dear... the watchmaker is currently detained as a suspect. Just throw away that piece of trash then." you just KNOW he was so fucking satisfied with himself after that he was giggling internally the whole time. What if I killed him
brOTP
Seth & Guillaume nominated for Kanai Ward's most toxic friendship. I hope you die I hope we both die (platonic)
OTP
Seth x therapy and a different job best ship
nOTP
Seth/Yakou I just don't vibe 😔
random headcanon
Most polish man in Kanai Ward he pickles fucking everything. Goes mushroom picking every autumn and dries all the boletes and boletuses to use for pierogi filling. Always makes his own pierogi store bought are disgusting. Puts atrocious amounts of frozen dill on all his surówkas and mashed potatoes. Cucumber soup enjoyer. All of these are about food. I love food I wish I could eat it
unpopular opinion
Don't have any. I agree with mostly everything they're are saying about him here I approve of the RC tumblr community Seth opinions👍👍
song i associate with them
Hmmmmm.......... Sometimes by Nick Lutsko - You see with Yomi I could make an entire playlist, but there is literally only 1 song in the whole world (that isn't like. an instrumental lmao) that reminds me of Seth. My music taste is fucking Sethless.
favorite picture of them
I don't care what the masses say his phantom fucking slayed. People are being so cruel to him fr calling him cabbage head. I mean they're right but
Yomi:
favorite thing about them
How he's so terrible and evil and so fucking sexy about it. Every single time he appears on screen gets a fake zilch zombie esque response from me
least favorite thing about them
I legitimately cannot think of a single bad thing about Yomi
favorite line
I have three!
1. "That's even more impossible than a chance meeting between an umbrella and a sewing machine on an operating table!" what is wrong with him.
2. Not a single line but like. The conversation he had with Yuma when they were alone for a few minutes after we talked to Huesca where Yuma just tries to break the awkward silence with "umm" and Yomi just hits him with the "WHY DO YOU EXIST. WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE"
3. [after Makoto says he has a duty to watch over Amaterasu and Kanai Ward as a whole] "... What? What have you ever done for Kanai Ward? All you do is look down on it from high. The peaceful order you see when you gave upon it is thanks to my righteous justice. I'm the one guiding these lazy fools! I brought civilization to this place! I don't need you messing with the proper order of my city!" :]] I'll leave it without comment go make up your own mind about it~~
brOTP
Him and Fake Zilch. Not because I see them as platonic but because Fake Zilch was like... literally the only bro option that exists for him lmao
OTP
How dare you make me choose between Fake Zilch, Makoto & Yuma
nOTP
Yomi x Martina. I remember when he got introduced and right after he sent Seth to the electric chair, spat on Yakou then left I thought to myself "well at least he's a big wife guy" hoo boy.
random headcanon
Has two beds in his apartment. One shaped like a cool racecar where he has sex with Martina, and one three days grace themed four story bed where he has sex with everyone else. He doesn't sleep in either of them because rest is for soyboys and omegas. Speaking of omegas h- *audio cuts off*
unpopular opinion
Yomi haters are WEAK as FUCK Also he should be allowed to do whatever he wants actually I cheered and clapped when he hit Vivia right on the face with his whip you and me both Yomi you and me both.
song i associate with them
I have an entire playlist for that lmao so I'll limit myself to five: Dear Dictator by Saint Motel, Autotheist by Baby Bugs, Digital Silence by Peter McPoland + The Reason They Hate Me by Daughters. If we're talking about his relationship to Makoto then Want by Recoil and Men by The Dodos are PEAK makoyomi I beg you to listen to them. Pleas e
favorite picture of them
Sigh *pulls out the Yomi folder and starts picking them out extremely carefully*
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Another One for the Characther Game from @pharoahkittylover
2. Mr. Freeze
Favorite thing about them:
His dedication to his wife and the fact he doesn't need her to still like him back after he finds a cure.
Least favorite thing about them:
How there's no version of him that ever told - at least explicitaly - his wife family and friends he wanted to bring her back.
Favorite Line:
"Someplace... someplace where a warm hand waits for mine."
Chills. Punny literal chills.
bROTP
Mr. Freeze, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne and Nyssa Al Ghul. (on my specific AU)
Mr. Freeze and Tim Drake
Mr. Freeze, Riddler and Two Face (on @pharoahkittylover specific AU)
Mr. Freeze and Poison Ivvy.
Mr. Freeze and Scarecrow.
OTP
Victor and Nora. Always.
nOTP
Any other ship besides him and Nora outisde of the Gotham series universe.
random headcannon:
He and Nora wanted childrem and he still has the list of possible names they had made together before they discovered about Nora's condition.
unpopular opinion
While BTAS is the superior form, I have no problem with classic punny Mr. Freeze.
song I associate with them
Let It Go - Frozen/j
This December - Ricky Montgomery
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Character ask: Olaf and Kristoff (Frozen)
Tagged by anonymous
Olaf
Favorite thing about them: His general lovability. I like his joy and sweetness, the way his lines blend childlike innocence with dry, deadpan humor (my Norwegian-American mom has praised how authentically Norwegian his understated line delivery feels), the comedy of the various ways his body can come apart and rearrange, and his touching love for his human "family," especially Anna.
Least favorite thing about them: Nothing about his actual character, but I think he's been slightly overused by Disney in spin-off material. But then, Disney often does this with popular sidekick characters. I'm sure that '90s adults felt the same way about Timon and Pumbaa.
Three things I have in common with them:
*I tend to be cheerful and fun-loving most of the time.
*I can be slightly naïve.
*I like warm hugs.
Three things I don't have in common with them:
*I don't like hot weather.
*I wasn't brought to life by magic.
*I can't rearrange my body parts.
Favorite line:
It's hard to choose because he has so many good lines, but I'll narrow it down to these:
"I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs."
"Oh, look at that. I've been impaled."
"Love is putting someone else's needs before yours."
"Some people are worth melting for."
"I just thought of one thing that's permanent. Love."
"I love happy endings. I mean, I presume we're done, or is this 'putting us in mortal danger' situation going to be a regular thing?"
brOTP: Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, and Sven.
OTP: Just happiness.
nOTP: Anna or Elsa.
Random headcanon: Having been created by Elsa and Anna, he's technically their closest living relative, so until Anna and Kristoff have a child, Olaf will be the legal heir to the throne of Arendelle.
Unpopular opinion: I don't think I have one.
Song I associate with them: "In Summer"
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"When I Am Older" is fine too, but I like his first song better.
Favorite pictures of them:
Kristoff
Favorite thing about them: Like Olaf (though in a different way), he's a likable character in general. Strong, smart, and down-to-earth, yet quirky and funny, with a nice character arc of becoming less misanthropic and learning to love Anna, and then of course there's his steadfast, selfless devotion to her by the end of the first film and throughout the sequel.
Least favorite thing about them: His belief that all men eat their boogers. But more seriously, I do think his romance with Anna in the first film is a little underdeveloped. I'm glad the sequel reveals that they don't actually become engaged until three years later.
Three things I have in common with them:
*I have some Scandinavian DNA.
*I sometimes think animals are better than people.
*I don't care for uncomfortable formal clothes.
Three things I don't have in common with them:
*I'm female.
*I wasn't raised by trolls.
*I've never harvested ice.
Favorite line:
From the first film, his snarky dialogue with Anna about getting engaged to a man she just met.
From the second film, his proposal:
Anna, you are the most extraordinary person I've ever known. I love you with all I am. Will you marry me?"
brOTP: Sven, Olaf, and Elsa.
OTP: Anna.
nOTP: Any member of his troll family.
Random headcanon: He's partly of Northuldra descent. This reconciles the original claims when the first film came out that he was Sámi with the sequel's introduction of Sámi-like people whom he doesn't belong to.
Unpopular opinion: I'm not sure if this is unpopular or just disagreeing with a few loud critics, but Anna's reliance on him in the first film isn't "anti-feminist." The idea that a strong heroine should be able to do everything by herself is nonsense, especially when she's a sheltered princess venturing out into a frozen wilderness and climbing a mountain for the first time.
Song I associate with them:
"Reindeers Are Better Than People"
youtube
"Lost in the Woods"
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Favorite pictures of them:
@true--north, @the-blue-fairie, @themousefromfantasyland, @superkingofpriderock, @ariel-seagull-wings
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Dylan Efron Season 3 Scene List
Season 1 | Season 2
The actual outline is so long and detailed so I’m trying to make it a lot shorter and less rambly here — feel free to ask about any of it!!! (might reformat the first two lists, tbd)
Pre-Canon: Cast Disney trip
[ Corbin is around more frequently to film day-to-day stuff and interviews ]
—1—
Road trip: What Time Is It / Start The Party mashup
Dylan meeting Maddox; allowed to keep her snacks
Dylan & Ricky sibling vibes mentioned (Ricky isn’t with Lily tho)
Dylan x EJ cuteness
Sisterhood cabin vibes
Camp song; frozen announcement; EJ directing; Dylan knew Corbin
Ricky shows up, more sibling vibes
—2—
Dylan & EJ talk about directing, telling the team about it
Dylan & Val & EJ production team
Auditions
Prod team discuss casting
Girls cabin; Dylan & Gina like Maddox
Ricky & Dylan vibes ft The Bracelets
—3—
Cast list reveal
EJ flowers scene
Dylan staying out of Ashlyn stuff; Ricky trying to friendship matchmake Dylan & Jet
EJ’s song, tries to backup Maddox with story, follows her to comfort her
Working on script with EJ, gets Ricky and Gina to join, exploring the woods
Ashlyn’s song, family vibe barn scene
Returns to tent with EJ, Carlos then Kourtney join them
—4—
Dylan skips fabulous, sibling support vibes w/ Ricky
Rehearsal prep, Corbin and Channing arrive
Gina moving back to Salt Lake, EJ not talking about the letter
Dylan goes to find Jet, bonding car time
More sibling vibes, Dylan finds EJ’s letter
Bonding karaoke time
Movie night
Dylan & EJ talk about letter
—5—
Planning RCOSL (angry wild child meets sob story)
Sibling support, Dylan worried about her temper & Channing
A Little Bit Of You
Trying to create drama
Group check in; Dylan & Carlos fight
What Do You Know About Love
Dylan slaps Carlos; sibling support; Channing spying; Dylan slaps Channing
The post-rehearsal shitshow, Ashlyn-Val-Maddox-Jet yelling, Elton John reveal
Dylan & Carlos reconciliation / song time
—6—
Colour war time
Does not know that Miss Jenn is coming
Dylan & Corbin time
Dylan bummed that EJ keeps bailing
Dylan pissed when she finds out Miss Jenn is there
Climbing Wall scene, Dylan talks to Val about Miss Jenn
Cheer Off
EJ & Dylan talk
Campfire family time
—7—
Getting ready for dance, funky fun dance times
Trynig to get EJ to chill about lines
Seb arrives!!!
Ricky & EJ brotp
Maddox’s song
EJ sings to Dylan
Anxiety spiral in girl cabin, switches focus to comfort Kourt
Song time, Kourtney climbs the wall
Dylan & EJ & Gina & Ricky moment
Maddox warns Dylan & EJ about Channing
Campfire time; sibling vibe song time
—8—
Ricky’s birthday, Big Red arrives
Reassuring EJ
Miss Jenn shows up; freak out; This Is Me
Pre-show time; Dylan’s check ins; circle up & speech
Comforting Kourtney
EJ/Dylan & Dylan & Ricky Let It Go vibes
Intermission; opening night letter
Kristoff’s Lullaby; proud Dylan; Rina vibes; Dylan & EJ softness
Calling Cash; Dylan & Val there for support
Post-show time; Corbin arrives & recognizes Miss Jenn; realizes why Dylan seemed familiar
Soft Dylan & Miss Jenn moment
Wildcat Cheer
Everyday; campfire
Trending in Brazil; Ricky’s letter; Bucket List complete
Shallow Lake singalong
[Timeskip]
Arriving at premier; cute interview moment
Trailer disaster
Leaves with EJ; tells Ricky to be brave; Rina kiss
Dylan calls for a regroup before premier
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i'll regret this. rinne for the ask game
Mwehehehe rubbing my frozen hands
fav thing abt them - MY MAN IS SO SILLY ! ! ABSOLUTE FUCJING IDIOT AND THATS CUTE HES ABSOLUTELY HANDSOME ! ! ! HIMM ! !
Least fav thing abt them - * insert picture of rinne in a shopping cart * <- LOW INTELLIGENCE
Fav line - where he says " uur asking for a kiss there ? " And all of them tbh <33
brOTP - found family crazy : b ! ! !
OTP - this is pretty obvious ( rnhm )
nOTP - also pretty obvious . . .
Random HC - this man owns a family van
Unpopular opinion - this man would probably cry every 3am to CBAT
Song I associate them w - lovers tango :33
Favourite pic of them - don't have it saved on this phone but his have you been naughty or nice card :>
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Maybe it's just me, but has anyone else just tried to enjoy a piece of media without looking for romantic ships? Or also have their NoTPs and BroTPs, even if you do have ships? But the ships (romantic and platonic) just happen to be something you like, you didn't go looking for it?
Or even without the ships, how about going into looking at the media because it simply interests you? Be it the genre, or there scenes you get inspired by, the characters, the plot, all that jazz.
Personally, if I get interested in watching something it's because it catches my attention for what it is, not the ships. Ships are actually the LAST thing on my mind. Sure, I'll have my ships, but I mostly enjoy what I'm watching because it can make me cry, laugh, surprised, angry and everything else. There's also media where I'll watch something and I don't even think about ships and don't have any because it's mostly family oriented or whatever.
Disney movies! I'll use Frozen for an example. Teenage me did NOT see Anna and Elsa as potential romance because they're sisters and I did not watch Frozen for shipping material. So, yes, I was surprised to see that people did ship those two. Some even for the sake of 'Oh, Elsa is a lesbian'. Well, when Frozen 2 came around, it will forever bother me some people still ship sisters when HONEYMAREN IS RIGHT THERE. But I didn't watch that movie for ships, but because it was there and I already seen the first. Or Moana! I didn't see any potential romance between Moana and Maui and I still don't after watching it multiple times. I know some people do. If you do, alright then. But for me, their relationship is platonic. And when I watched that movie, I didn't care about their relationship. I loved it for the animation, the story, the characters, the music, etc.
Or I'm going to use BNHA as another example, an anime I do have a lot of ships for. When I'm reading and watching any BNHA canon content, I'm going into that without the shipping goggles. I don't consume it for "Oh, ships!" I'm watching and reading it for its story, the characters, the comedic beats, etc. Shoot, even for scenes that are potential meme or (platonic) fanfic material! (For those that don't know, I got into BNHA because of a YGO meme and then when I got realized it was about superheroes, I was definitely in.) I did
Simply put, does anyone else consume media without the romantic shipping goggles sometimes?
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Soo I’ve been on tumblr for quite a while now. Mostly liking stuff and reblogging a thing or two. But I never actually DID anything on here.
So here’s my official introduction.
Hi, I’m Starrshine15. You can call me StarrShine, Starr, friendshipping queen, the queen of brotps. Whatever floats your boat.
Bottom line, I dedicate my life to fangirling over brotps and surrogate families.
Of course, that isn’t ALL I’m about. I’m a shipper too!
I’m into anime, cartoons, movies, video games, you name it!
I’m also a lover of music. I do make covers from time to time. Also love acting. I used to do stage acting, but now I do voice acting. It’s pretty fun!
Oh yea, I’m also a bit of a psychology nerd. I may or may not analyze characters bc I genuinely enjoy it. (See, told you, nerd)
Anyway, here’s just a little taste of what you’ll see on my page.
Brotps
Ships
Surrogate family
Just to name a few :)
So yea, hope you’ll find enjoyment in my content.
#my otps#my brotps#found family#music#psychology#sailor moon#sailor mars#frozen#anna and elsa#final fantasy#final fantasy 7#tifa lockhart#aerith gainsborough#rwby#ruby rose#yang xiao long#fairy tail#lucy heartfilia#kingdom hearts#the owl house#lumity#nalu#sokai#Luca#luberto#mcu#my hero academia
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So this is very important.
If all the realms are 'combined' or whatever...does that mean Emma finally has the one person who was a real, true friend to her within driving distance now?
Is Elsa always visiting to spend time with her goddaughter, Hope? Babysitting her at every opportunity and encouraging Emma and Killian to have weekly date nights.
Is it Elsa and Emma who teach Hope all she knows about magic and help her learn how to control it when she gets a little older?
Does Hope beg to go and visit Aunt Elsa because she loves running around the castle and playing in the mini ice castle Elsa built for her?
Do Elsa and Mulan fall in love and have Hope as their flowergirl when they get married, with Emma and Anna as bridesmaids?
Because headcanons totally accepted.
#captain swan#cs family#hope jones#frozen swan#frozen swan brotp#ouat headcanon#cs headcanon#emma x elsa headcanons#give it all to me
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Frozen Fanfiction: Søsken
An accident in the North Mountain forces Elsa to spend several weeks in her brother’s apartment under Anna's care. During that time, Anna realises there is more to Elsa than meets the eye. The truth about Elsa’s past comes to light after an unexpected family reunion, and both girls’ lives begin to fall apart when they realise Elsa wasn’t the only one with a big secret and a turbulent past.
Modern AU. Kristanna - Frohana - Kristoff & Elsa BrOTP.
Links:
Fanfiction.net - HERE
AO3 - HERE
Tumblr -
Chapters 1 to 10 - Here
Chapters 11 to 20 - Here
Chapters 21 to 30 - Here
Chapters 31 to 40 - Here
Chapter 41 - Here
Chapter 42 - Here
Chapter 43 - Here-
Going backwards
In the early morning, Gerda woke up with a start at the sound of a door closing. Her tiredness and the darkness in the room prevented her from understanding where she was and what had happened. She had fallen asleep on a chair, that much was clear, but she couldn't remember why. Extending her arms on top of her head, she tried to get rid of the stiffness on her back. Looking around the room, realised she was in Elsa's bedroom and the memories from the previous day returned.
The noise of someone retching not far from the room surprised her, and that's when she noticed Elsa's bed was empty. With concern, she walked to the bathroom and wasn't surprised to find the door closed. The noise had stopped, but the dim light coming from under the door told her whoever had made the noise was still inside. She could hear Kai snoring softly in their bedroom, confirming her suspicions that Elsa was the one inside and she was reacting badly to the drugs given to her the previous day.
Drawing in a deep breath, she wondered what was best to do. Her instincts told her to knock and offer her daughter some help if she needed it. But deep down she knew how much Elsa loathed the sickness and lightheadedness the sleep drugs caused her. She'd surely become the target for Elsa's frustration. Usually, Gerda didn't mind. Her daughter's anger didn't last long and could easily be ignored. But this time, she was feeling rather guilty. Seeing Marshall confront Nielsen about the drugs made her realise that perhaps they had both overreacted. She had fallen asleep thinking about it, and now that she knew Elsa was yet again suffering from the side effects of the drugs, she couldn't help but regret letting Nielsen do it.
Staying next to the door, she waited for Elsa to come out. But the longer she took, the more worried Gerda became. There was no sound coming from the bathroom and with each passing second, the idea of Elsa being passed out on the cold floor became more real and alarming. Making up her mind, she knocked the door softly twice and waited for a sound.
When nothing happened, she tried again, this time calling her daughter's name. "Elsa? Can I come in?" Silence was the only answer she got, and it was more than a good enough reason for Gerda to open the door. "Dear?" she called again, making sure she gave Elsa enough time to stop her if she didn't want her inside the bathroom. "Are you okay? I heard a noise and—"
Heartache and guilt overwhelmed her when she opened the door and found Elsa sitting against the wall on the cold tile floor. Her legs were drawn up to her chest and her forehead rested on her forearm. Her controlled breathing told her Elsa was awake, and she was fighting a wave of sickness.
Gerda took a few steps closer and kneeled down. "Have you been awake for a long time?"
Elsa merely shook her head, but didn't utter a word.
"How are you feeling?" Gerda asked, even though she knew the answer perfectly well already.
Once again, Elsa only shook her head. Hoping keeping quiet would prevent her from vomiting.
"Dizzy?"
She nodded this time but still didn't dare raise her head.
"Are you in pain?" Her questions were useless, and Gerda knew it. But even if she had seen this scene many times before, it didn't mean it got any easier and she couldn't stop herself.
Finally daring to move her head, Elsa found her mother's gaze and shook her head. She then let her head rest on the wall and closed her eyes with a tired sigh.
Getting closer, Gerda held Elsa's good arm and pulled gently. "Let me help you get to bed."
"It's okay," she mumbled with her eyes still closed.
"You shouldn't stay on the floor, dear."
Elsa opened her eyes just enough to look at her. "I said it's okay."
Despite how sick she looked, Gerda noticed something akin to anger behind Elsa's narrowed eyes. And she couldn't blame her. Elsa had spent most part of the day before with a raging fever, and now she had to deal with the nausea on top of it. It made Gerda feel more and more guilt-ridden, knowing she was partly to blame for her current state.
Thinking it was best to set her priorities straight, Gerda stopped feeling bad about the things she allowed to happen the day before and focused on Elsa. Her forehead was damp and she was still hugging her legs close to her body. Clearly her temperature was rising once again, making her feel even worse than she was at that moment. Gerda moved the bangs away from Elsa's eyes and rested the palm on her forehead for a few seconds. She breathed out in relief, noticing her fever wasn't worryingly high yet. "Your temperature is rising again. We'll need to keep an eye on that."
Gerda stood up and opened the mirror cabinet, wanting to make sure she had all the medicines Elsa might need during her recovery. She checked the jars and blister-packs, and felt relieved to know the only thing missing were the antibiotics Nielsen had prescribed. She felt stupid for not buying them the night before, but with Kai and Marshall's argument, she had forgotten about them. She checked her watch and made a mental note to wake Kai up as soon as Elsa was in bed again. It was still early, but she was certain he could find a night-shift chemist somewhere.
She was still taking a few things from the cabinet when a noise at her back surprised her. When she turned, she found her daughter with her head in the toilet bowl. She hurried to her side and held her hair back. Even though Elsa's stomach seemed to be already empty, her body retched with a new wave of sickness. It took Elsa's stomach some time to settle, since every time it seemed to be coming to an end, new dry-heaves started, leaving her breathless.
"Why did you let him do it?" Elsa asked when it finally stopped and she could speak again. Even if she was still leaning on the toilet and her legs were shaking, her voice carried a strength Gerda hadn't been expecting.
"Dear, what—?" she tried to ask, but Elsa interrupted her.
"I was trying." Her good hand gripped the rim until her fingers turned white. "He had no right to–" Seeing no reason in trying to explain everything she was feeling, she simply let go of the bowl and sat on the floor once again with an exhausted sigh.
Feeling full of regret, Gerda ended up kneeling in front of her as she tried to explain their reasoning. "Your temperature was coming down and your powers were out of control. Nielsen only wanted to—"
Elsa's narrowed eyes told Gerda she wanted nothing to do with their justifications. She was tired, running a fever and fighting the sickness and dizziness of the drugs. It was more than obvious nothing she could tell her at that moment would make her feel any better. Not knowing what else to do or say, she held her good arm once again and tried to help her stand up. "Here. Let me help you get to bed."
"Just give me a moment."
"Your body is fighting an infection, sweetheart. Your temperature is rising. The bed is where you need to be right now."
"Gerda, please," Elsa demanded as she moved her arm away. "Just give me a moment."
At the mention of her name, Gerda understood it was best not to keep insisting. She stood up from the floor and quietly walked out of the bathroom, hoping it wouldn't take long for Elsa to start feeling better. At least good enough to go back to bed and rest.
Wanting to do something right for her daughter, she went to her own room and woke Kai up. She apologised for interrupting his sleep. But the truth was she didn't want to leave Elsa on her own while she tried to find a chemist.
"How is she?" He asked with a hoarse voice.
"Not so good." She sat at the edge of the bed, wringing her hands a few times. "The drugs took a toll on her this time."
"Why's that?" Sitting in the bed, he was now fully alert.
"I don't know," she said honestly. She had seen Elsa react badly to tranquilisers before. It wasn't strange as it was, but there was something she couldn't pinpoint that didn't seem right. She chose to ignore it for the time being. There was little she could do when she wasn't allowed close to Elsa at all. "I'll try to keep an eye on that."
She then made sure to tell him exactly what Elsa needed and handed him the prescription. Nielsen's handwriting wasn't terribly bad, but it was best to make sure there were no mistakes.
Kai nodded and read the piece of paper a few times, making sure he wasn't missing anything important. After a moment, Kai realised his wife was still sitting on the edge of the bed, unmoving. "What happened?"
"Hmm?"
"What happened?" he repeated, caressing her arm. "Whenever Elsa's like this you don't leave her side."
"Let's just say Nielsen and I aren't her favourite people right now," she tried to laugh at it, but the guilt of breaking Elsa's trust was still lingering in her mind.
Kai understood what she was trying to say, and didn't comment on it. He simply caressed her arm once again before he started getting ready for the day. "I'll go get the medicine. Rest for a while, I'll make sure to check on her before I leave and when I return."
"What if—"
"I'll help her with whatever she needs. And she won't go anywhere other than her room, Gerda." Kai reassured her. "Try to sleep."
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The room changed colours as she tried to move in bed. The pain was familiar, though it felt so distant it didn't seem to be her own. It took a while for her to understand the agitated breathing she kept hearing was her own, and when she did, she tried to concentrate on it. She couldn't breathe, but somehow she was still breathing. It was distressing, but there wasn't much she could do to stop it other than keep trying to control it. The room changed colours once again as she tried to move again with no success. She remembered the way she felt. She couldn't remember when, but she was certain she had lived through this before. The pain. The discomfort. How clammy her skin felt and how cold she felt in spite of how hot her skin was. It wasn't normal, yet it was disturbingly familiar.
She tried to move a third time and, at that moment, she felt a tight grip on her arm and a heavy weight on her legs. Someone was trying to keep her in bed, but she couldn't see who it was. She'd lived through this. The memories weren't there but her body knew something was not right. It had been a long time ago — or maybe it hadn't. Her brain was foggy and her head too hot to think straight. She could feel her body, her powers, begging her to do something; but no matter how much she moved, she couldn't turn nor get out of bed.
The grip holding her shook her arm and that's when the fog dissipated just enough for her to understand why she couldn't move. It was a dream. A bad, awful, feverish dream. One that reminded her too much of the past. A past she had forgotten but that was slowly crawling back to torture her.
"Wake up," a voice said, too close to her for comfort. She couldn't tell if they were talking to her or not. She had to focus and fight the drowsiness if she wanted to move and answer to whoever was talking to her, but it seemed so difficult to do so at that moment.
After being shaken a second time, her body finally cooperated. Her eyes opened and she was able to look around, trying to make sense of where she was.
"You need to take your antibiotics, dear." The person said again, and that's when she recognised Gerda's voice. Sighing in relief, she allowed her muscles to relax. She closed her eyes again and enjoyed the peacefulness of being home.
The dream had shaken her to the core, and her mind was having a hard time making sense of everything she had felt. She could feel herself still shaking, though she wasn't sure if it was the cold shivers caused by her fever or the bad memories returning.
"How are you feeling?" Gerda asked, as she lay a comforting hand on her forehead. It felt good not exactly knowing what she was doing there. She could simply enjoy this short moment of blissful ignorance.
Elsa thought about answering her mother's question, but thought it was simpler to just ignore it for the time being. Her heart was still hammering in her chest and, if she took long enough to calm down, maybe then she wouldn't need to explain why she was so agitated. After a minute, when her heart had calmed down the memories returned and felt good enough for her to talk again.
"How long have I been out?" Elsa remembered sitting on the bathroom floor and going back to bed once the nausea had allowed her to stand up and walk, but she had no idea if that had been an hour ago or two days before.
"Only a couple of hours." Gerda said with a sigh.
She could hear the trembling in her mother's voice and wondered how long she had been by her side, and how worried she actually was. Feeling bad for putting Gerda through that, Elsa forced her eyes to open and found her gaze. "I'm fine," she finally said, unsure if she was trying to convince her mother or herself.
"I'm sorry I woke you up. I just wanted to make sure you took these pills," she said, shaking a small cup in front of her.
The mere thought of swallowing some pills made Elsa grimace. The fever and drugs had been making her feel extremely dizzy since the early morning, and she wasn't sure she could keep anything in. Hoping to avoid it, she tried to convince Gerda they weren't necessary. "It's just a fever."
Shaking her head, Gerda pushed the small cup closer, not buying what she was telling her. "No, it's not. It's a serious infection. You need to take them."
Elsa sat in bed as best as she could, only then noticing the heavy weight she had felt on her legs had been Olaf all along. The cat had been peacefully sleeping up until that moment, and she offered him an apologetic look. She reluctantly took the cup in her hands and looked inside. She noticed there were two pills and she sighed in disgust. Only one was enough to make her stomach turn and she couldn't stop pulling a face. "Mmh."
"I'm not going to change my mind about it." Turning around, Gerda poured some water in a glass and left it on her nightstand. She then proceeded to pick up her first-aid kit and she gently held Elsa's injured hand in hers. "Please, let me see your hand. I need to change your bandages."
Elsa allowed her to work on her bandages while she silently debated what to do. She was certain the pills wouldn't last long in her stomach, but there wasn't much she could do to convince Gerda. So, in the meanwhile, she just stared at the pills and hoped her stomach would settle for just a moment before swallowing them.
For a few minutes, the only sound in the room was Gerda's work, and Elsa wondered if she was doing it on purpose or not. Elsa wasn't sure if her mother was not talking in hopes she could pretend her daughter hadn't done something as stupid as letting her hand get infected, or she was simply waiting to be finished before she gave her a scolding of a lifetime. She watched her mother work for a few more minutes before she chose to break the ice somehow and asked her about her wound.
The old woman took her time to explain more about the infection and why they had been so worried the day before. She admitted still being worried and requested her to please tell her as soon as something felt amiss. Elsa nodded her head with a faint yes, not knowing what else to say.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Gerda finally asked, addressing the topic Elsa knew was coming. "It must have been hurting a lot."
"I didn't think it'd turn out this bad," Elsa admitted. If she had known, she wouldn't have let the infection get to the point where she ended up feeling so sick. "The pain was nothing I haven't gone through before." Drawing a shoulder, she didn't give the pain much importance, but as soon as she saw Gerda frown, Elsa realised she had said too much.
She sometimes forgot how little she had shared about her past with her family, and in times like this she felt stupid for not having revealed more. No matter how much the past hurt, it was probably easier to talk about it when she wasn't feeling as if a bus had run over her.
"There's some water on the nightstand," Gerda said, trying to ignore Elsa's comment and reminding her of the pills still waiting for her in the cup. She continued wrapping the new bandage over the wound, pretending her words hadn't affected her to some extent.
Once Gerda was satisfied with her work, she put her things away carefully and said, "I wish you'd have told me. Your hand looks awful and it's extremely dangerous to—"
"I know…" There was no point in listening to her mother's reproach. She knew she had fucked up yet again. "I'm sorry I didn't."
"I'm not scolding you," Gerda said, her eyes softer than a moment before. "I just want to know why you thought it was better to lie about it."
"I didn't want to be a burden."
"You're not a burden."
"Please, Gerda." Elsa said with a dry laugh. "All I've ever done is give you trouble. I still wonder why you put up with me."
"You're not a burden," Repeated Gerda, her serious expression leaving no place for arguments. "You've never been one."
Elsa looked at her and felt some tears welling up in her eyes. She hated how emotional she was feeling lately and made an effort to keep herself under control. It was a good thing she could pretend her eyes were glassy as a result of the fever.
"Raising you was challenging at times. I'm not going to lie about it." Gerda continued, understanding Elsa was not going to agree with her. "But I'd choose you over and over again. I thought that was clear already. You should've told me your hand was hurting. And you should've told me about the accident."
"I'm sorry I lied," Elsa said, feeling once again like the idiot Marshall had clearly stated she was.
Gerda smiled and brushed some wet bangs from her face. "I understand why you wouldn't tell Kai about it. Your father can be a handful at times." They both chuckled at Gerda's appropriate choice of words. "But why not tell me?"
Knowing there was no point in trying to deny or postpone the conversation any longer, she admitted, "I didn't want to let you down."
The pity smile her mother gave her only made her feel worse about the whole situation and she made an effort to blink a couple of tears away.
"We all make mistakes, dear."
"Not this kind of mistake. I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologise. At least not to us."
Elsa remained silent, knowing the apologies were meant to Marshall exclusively. If she hadn't talked to him before, her mother's words would surely have done a lot more damage than intended.
"I know you're probably tired," Gerda said, still concerned about her well-being, "but I'd like to talk about this once you're feeling better. Your father and I have been worried and we just want to clear things up."
Elsa nodded, knowing it was for the best. She had been able to talk to Marshmallow, after all. Clearing things up with her parents wouldn't be as difficult, regardless of how ashamed she felt. "Can I sleep for a couple more hours first?"
"Of course," Gerda agreed, not wanting to deny her daughter the much needed rest. "But I won't let you until you take those pills. One of them will lower your fever."
Knowing she had no choice, Elsa closed her eyes and swallowed them, hoping her mother was right about them being for the best.
---
By the time Elsa woke up again, she was feeling only slightly better. She still felt nauseous and her head and body were still hurting, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else, but at least her temperature had temporarily gone down and she could feel her powers moving restlessly under her skin once again. It was strange how something she usually despised as much as her powers could transform into a comforting presence when she was feeling sick.
Once the soothing feeling wore off and she realised she'd need them under control to have a peaceful conversation with Kai and Gerda, she made sure to appease them. She couldn't let them manifest or bother her in any way. She wanted to keep her promise and finally talk things through with her parents, and the first right step was being the one who went out looking for them.
She made an effort and got up from bed, walking slowly out of her room. Once she was in the hallway, she realised how incredibly exhausted she was still feeling. She didn't feel steady enough to walk a long distance, so she made her way into the kitchen first. If she didn't find her parents there, at least she'd find a chair to sit on and some water to drink.
To her good luck, as soon as she entered, Gerda met her with a big smile and a helping hand that she gladly accepted. "Dear, what are you doing up? You should've called me." She noticed her unsteadiness to some extent and was quick to offer her a chair. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Yes," Elsa said, nodding her head as she tried to hide her shortness of breath. She wasn't supposed to be feeling so tired from walking such a short distance but for some reason her body wasn't cooperating.
"Are you sure you're alright?" The voice of her father startled her and she turned to find him sitting on the opposite chair. She blinked a few times, unsure why she hadn't noticed him before.
"Yes. I'm okay," she lied. Her breathing was returning to normal and her head had stopped spinning, so she thought there was no reason to worry them. "I wanted to talk to you two. I owe you an apology and an explanation."
"There's no need to talk right at this moment, dear," Gerda said with a gentle smile. She walked to the fridge, searching inside for something to offer. "What would you like to eat?"
"It's okay. I'm not hungry." She hoped her mother wouldn't think too much of it and would let this one time slip.
The sooner they could talk about the accident and everything that had happened, the sooner she could go back to bed and rest. Deep down she knew she had been neglecting herself; but no matter what, the idea of eating only made her sicker.
"You're taking strong medicines, you need to—"
"Let the girl breathe for a moment before you stuff food into her mouth. She has just woken up," Kai said, stopping Gerda from nagging her.
Elsa looked at her father with a thankful smile and felt grateful he wasn't extremely mad at her for having avoided him and leaving the house for almost two days without a word.
"I'd like to talk as well, Elsa." Kai said, understanding her silent gratitude. "Why don't you tell us everything that has been going on?"
Elsa felt awkward by suddenly becoming the centre of attention, but with a nod of her head and a trembling sigh, she began retelling everything that had happened to her since Saturday evening. The conversation extended for over half an hour, with Kai and Gerda stopping her from time to time to ask questions or better understand her decisions. She made an effort to share with them as much information as possible, but there were certain things she chose to avoid. Why she had chosen to lie to them, her insecurities about truly belonging to their family, or how she had felt her world crumbling at the mere thought of losing Marshall were the main topics she avoided. She had confided those fears to Anna on the beach, and she felt it was best to keep them between them for the time being. Another important thing she failed to mention was her encounter with Idunn on the street, and she struggled finding a reasonable explanation to what she had done that morning; but at the end, her story added up and it was all that mattered at that moment.
When she finished, Elsa noticed both her parents were still in a pensive mood, and she did nothing but wait for them to say what was in their mind.
"Did Hålkesen hurt you in any way?" The first to talk was Kai, his question getting Elsa by surprise.
"No." She said seriously, not fully understanding where he was coming from. She had been expecting a reprimand or something of the sort for having lost control. "I mean, you could say he hurt my hand with the window pane, but that's on me really. He only tried to help me as best as he could after it happened."
"Then why is there blood everywhere?"
"Blood?" She tried to remember when she had mentioned any blood for it to become her father's main concern.
"At your place," Kai clarified. "Anders and I were worried something serious had happened between you two."
"Anders?"
"We both were at your house. The day we picked Olaf up?" he asked, hoping he was being clear enough.
Elsa thought about the things she had done that night. She remembered the way her hand had kept bleeding and it gave her a logical idea where all the blood had come from. "It must be all mine. The wound kept reopening during the night and the following morning."
Gerda's face paled and she narrowed her eyes at Elsa. "You let your wound open and exposed for over twelve hours?" She didn't give her daughter time to answer before she exclaimed, "And then you let me suture your wound without telling me. What were you thinking?!"
Feeling incredibly stupid all of a sudden, Elsa looked at her injured hand and wondered how many different ways a single person could find to fuck things up. She thought the only right thing she had done was asking for Gerda's help; and even though it had seemed like a good idea, she had somehow messed that up too. "I wasn't," she admitted. "I was letting the fear control me."
"So, you are afraid of Hålkesen. Is that why you were avoiding him?" Kai asked, ignoring the conversation about her wound.
He was once again focusing on Marshall and it seemed entirely arbitrary to Elsa. "What? No." She wasn't sure if either Kai was making little to no sense or her general discomfort and headache were making things harder for her to follow. "I'm not afraid of Marshmallow."
"Then why did you run away?"
Kai was completely serious, giving Elsa the idea she was actually following the conversation as intended. But she still failed to see her father's reasoning on putting the blame on Marshall when she was the one who had hurt him.
"The idea of Marshall finding out about my powers paralysed me and I couldn't think straight. The first thing that came to mind was running away." The more she talked about it, the more she realised she could've avoided all the pain and heartache if only she had trusted Marshall from the very beginning. "It was stupid but, I guess, I just wanted to delay the inevitable."
"Inevitable?" Kai asked, unsure of what she meant.
"Marshall leaving," she confessed, not daring to meet his or Gerda's eyes. "Too afraid of who I am to even give me a second chance."
"He seemed really understanding of your powers yesterday." Gerda interrupted, drawing the attention away from Kai's main concern, and Elsa couldn't hide the smile that drew on her face at her mother's observation.
"He didn't give up on me." After showing him her powers, Elsa had started seeing her argument with Marshall in a different light. His over understanding and fascination with her powers had meant more to Elsa than she could put into words. "Turns out he wasn't afraid of my powers like I thought. He even asked me to show him what I could do."
Wishing to lighten the mood in the house, Gerda playfully said, "No wonder you like him so much."
This made Elsa's face turn a deeper shade of red, and nothing had to do with her fever. She had learnt to take in and accept Anna's mockery, But one thing was for Anna to make jokes about it, another completely different was for Gerda to put her in the spotlight like that.
"And did you?" Kai asked, not at all preoccupied with his wife's teasing. If he was honest, he didn't like the idea of Elsa choosing to spend her time with someone like Hålkesen. Not even as a joke. She had endured too much to walk into more trouble so young.
"Yes," she said, still avoiding their inquisitive looks. "He was mesmerised by the snow. It was terrifying… but it felt right. I don't know how to explain it."
Whenever Elsa or Gerda talked about the mountaineer, Kai felt alien to the situation and he couldn't help feeling between a rock and a hard place. They painted a picture that didn't resemble the man he had met — or read about in the police report —, and it made him worry even more about the possibility of him changing his demeanour as he saw fit. But, at the same time, he couldn't ignore Elsa's feelings altogether either. His daughter rarely allowed herself the pleasure of living a normal life, and no matter how much he disliked the idea, Marshall was the closest thing she had experienced to a normal relationship. Even her relationship with Anna, as her sister-in-law, had been tarnished to some extent by her biological parents. Both girls had overcome their hardships, but their friendship couldn't be considered normal anymore. "You trust him?" he asked, hoping Elsa would answer with conviction, making things easier for him. He needed a real reason to start believing Hålkesen was not mean-spirited.
"He's my friend."
"That wasn't the question."
"Kai," Gerda warned, knowing there was something her husband was keeping to himself. His conversation with their daughter was steadily becoming an interrogation and it was the last thing Elsa needed.
"Yes, I trust him," Elsa said, her tone of voice showing her father she truly meant it.
The family fell silent for a while, and Elsa welcomed the much needed rest. The sudden silence was a gift she wished could stretch for as long as possible, but she knew it was a matter of time until one of her parents spoke again. No matter how glad she was about finally talking things with them, she was still feeling drained. Her headache was becoming steadily more unbearable and being in a seated position didn't seem to help. And as expected, Kai was the one who spoke first.
"You understand this can't keep happening, Elsa, don't you?"
She tried to make sense of what he was exactly talking about, but didn't get a chance to ask that he spoke again.
"You exposed your powers twice in the last six months."
"She was under a stressful situation," Gerda said, trying to justify her mistakes. Part of Elsa was glad her mother still had her back, but she couldn't help agreeing with Kai. She couldn't keep messing up.
"She still needs to find a way to keep her powers in check. Running away won't solve her problems next time." Kai turned to look at his wife, not giving Elsa the time to explain or say anything in her defence — not like there was anything worth saying. "The wrong people finding out about her powers could be dangerous.
Crossing her arms and glaring at her husband, Gerda said, "I wish I could rip your head off sometimes."
"People may react violently or– or tell other people."
"I know," Elsa murmured, massaging her forehead, hoping they didn't start arguing about something she already knew.
"She was only lucky this time." Kai kept talking, ignoring her. "It's a good thing it was in front of someone she already knew and who somehow turned out to be understanding."
"I know." Elsa repeated. With her eyes closed, she couldn't see her parents but something told her they hadn't even turned to look at her when she spoke.
"What would have happened if—?"
"You can't keep thinking about what ifs. Why don't you—?" Gerda interrupted Kai, but she couldn't finish her idea since Elsa stopped her as well.
"I know," she said louder, forcing Kai and Gerda to finally pay attention to what she was trying to say. "Keeping them in check is the only thing I think about sometimes. I know it shouldn't be this hard. But it is, all right?" She was now looking at Kia straight in the eye and tried to ignore the pulsing pain behind her eyes.
"We understand, Elsa," Gerda said, trying to offer her daughter some comfort.
Gerda's pity eyes as she spoke made something snap inside of Elsa. She turned to her mother and said, "No, you don't. You have no idea what it feels like. And you have no idea how hard I've been trying." Deep down she knew it wasn't their fault either, but she was tired of pretending her family could understand her hardships. "Nielsen has no idea how hard I've been trying. I don't think Kristoff fully understands that either."
She took advantage of their silence and, turning to her father once again, she continued, "I wish I could just choose not to use my powers, but I can't. I'm sorry I wanted to find a way to fix my shit on my own for once. I didn't want to let you down, but it seems as if it's the only thing I do. So, yes, Kai, I fucking understand this can't keep happening, but I can't seem to be able to do anything about it. I'm sorry."
Finally realising the pain behind her words, Kai extended his arm and held Elsa's hand in his. "You don't let me down. I only want to make sure you're safe. I just want to protect you from the wrong people. Who knows what Hålkesen would have done in a different situation."
The sweet gesture and comfort was short-lived when she heard him blaming Marshall for things he hadn't even done. Pulling her hand away from his, she said with narrowed eyes. "Marshall finding out is the only good thing that came out of this. He's not the wrong people."
Knowing nothing good would come from the argument that was about to erupt, Gerda stood up. "Okay. All right. Let's not argue about this." She walked until she was standing behind Elsa and hugged her. "Your father is just being overprotective. He was worried about you these last few days. We both were. We are just glad you're okay and things have finally been cleared up."
Closing her eyes, Elsa allowed herself to enjoy the much needed comfort Gerda was offering and rested the back of her head on her shoulder. "I'm sorry I lied. I'm sorry I couldn't keep my powers under control."
"I already told you, you don't need to apologise to us." Gerda tightened her hold. "Even if it doesn't look like it, we do understand, dear. Or at least we try."
At that moment, Kai understood Gerda's effort to divert the attention and stop their argument before it turned into something more serious. Seeing Elsa resting her head on her mother's shoulder told more to him than Elsa had said since she woke up. It only took one glance to know she was trying her best to keep talking and not going back to bed. It was best if he left his worries for another time, at least he was certain Hålkesen was not going to talk, his daughter was on good terms with him already, and she was home with them again. "I'm glad you're okay, Elsa. And I'm glad we could talk. Your mother is right, I just worry too much about you and Kristoff sometimes. I'll let you rest now that things are clear."
Elsa opened her eyes and nodded. The relief in her eyes didn't go unnoticed by her parents.
"Let me know if you need anything," Kai said and then excused himself, leaving both women in the kitchen on their own.
"Maybe you could try to eat something, dear."
Gerda's suggestion seemed logical, but still the idea of eating didn't seem appealing. "Just tea," Elsa said, hoping it would be good enough to please her mother. "I'm not really hungry."
The older woman thought about it for a moment and then let go of Elsa. She began heating some water without complaining. "How are you feeling?" she asked, as she looked for the tea bags.
"Not back to normal yet." Elsa knew she wasn't going to fool her mother with that, but she saw no reason in worrying her. "But I can feel my powers tickling under my skin once again, so that's good."
Gerda's silence told Elsa her mother was not fully trusting her word, and she couldn't blame her. After a couple of minutes in silence, Elsa dared speak again about something that was still lingering in her mind, "Marshall is not a bad person." It wasn't a question, yet it lacked the assertiveness she would have liked.
"I don't think so, no. He's a sweet man." Gerda answered with a smile, still working on the counter. "Your father was just worried, ignore him when he's like that."
"I didn't get a chance to thank him yesterday."
"I did it on your behalf."
It took Gerda a few more minutes to complete her task, and when she did, she placed a tray with some tea and brunost on the table. She then sat on the opposite chair and said, "He stayed for a while after Nielsen left."
The food in front of Elsa looked good enough, even if the smell of the toast made her stomach turn once again. Forcing her body to obey, she decided it was best to try and eat something, no matter how hard it was. Deep down she knew she wouldn't last long if she kept denying her body something to eat. Adding some sugar to her tea, she asked, "He stayed?"
Gerda smiled and nodded. "He was worried about you. That reminds me, he made me promise you'd call him as soon as you felt better. Please do."
Elsa nodded and took a short sip from the cup and sighed. The warm drink felt good, even if her stomach wasn't entirely happy with her idea. Hoping the nausea would let her finish it, she took another sip.
"I don't know what's really going on between you two," Gerda said as she watched her attentively. "But I'm glad you could talk about your powers with him."
Leaving the cup on the tray, Elsa breathed out. "I still feel guilty about the accident though. I burnt his arm."
"I'm sure he has forgiven you already," her mother reassured her. "Besides, he hurt your hand first. You two are even."
"He didn't do it on purpose."
"You neither."
Elsa stayed silent, thinking about Gerda's reasoning. Not once had she put the blame on Marshall and, perhaps, Marshall had never put the blame on her as well.
"Drink your tea and try to eat, please. At least one toast." She stood up and gave her daughter a short kiss on her forehead. "Let me know if you need anything," she said as she was walking out of the kitchen.
"Could you—" Elsa tried to ask, but stopped unsure of what to do.
"What?"
Thinking it was best to dare do it, she made up her mind and said, "... bring me the phone, perhaps?"
Gerda smiled at her and nodded. "I'll be back in a second."
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This chapter came out sooner than I thought, and I'm quite glad about it! I'm also happy how it turned out all things considered. Though I have to admit I cut a few scenes and moved others to the following chapter. My original idea was going to leave you guys on a huge cliffhanger and I couldn't do that to you, guys! So, I thought it was best to postpone the whole cliffhanger thing and write everything in the same chapter so that you wouldn't suffer a cliffhanger. For that reason, this only covers part of what I actually planned for the original chapter 44.
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Okey so I don't know the name of the friendship thing you do, maybe BroTP game or whatever that's called.
Also I don't know the rules (sorry, I'm not American and English is not my native language) But I loved Scylla x Tally one so can I ask for Scylla and Abigail one? Like they act like they hate each other but we all know that's the first step of them being best friends.
Anyways, thanks in advance. And please excuse my poor English.
Thank you, dear Anon! And please, never apologize for your English! I'm not a native speaker either :)
What in-jokes do they have with each other?
I don’t think they have in-jokes, unless you count “playfully insulting each other every chance we get to show our affection”.
Are they the “I’ll pay this time if you pay next time”-type friends, or the “I’ll pay for my food and you’ll pay for yours”-type friends?
Ordinarily, Scylla wouldn't care, but Abigail activates her ego and her stubbornness Big Time, so she always insists on paying, or sharing the bill. Abigail's just like: "Don't be ridiculous." They argue for a while, Abigail usually ends up winning this particular fight, Scylla is very grumpy about it.
Who’s more prone to pranking, or otherwise messing with, the other?
Pranks, neither. Messing with each other? Both of them. Constantly.
How do they text/message each other? Proper punctuation and capital letters, egregious overuse of emojis, mostly in meme format…?
Not applicable! But I know, in my heart, that if she could Scylla would use only emojis, just to annoy Abigail. And it would work.
Do they exchange jokey birthday presents, or deeply thought-out and meaningful presents? Or both?
Only jokey, vaguely insulting gifts for a while (Abigail buys Scylla a book that’s called “Ethics for Dummies” or something. Scylla gives her a list of all accredited therapists in the area with a note that just says “first one’s on me <3″.) But then eventually they start giving each other real presents - very little things, but it’s nice. Abigail give Scylla a tiny succulent. Scylla gives her a box of fancy chocolates. They’re never going to be effusive in their gift-giving, but they Know each other enough to understand these small gestures mean a lot.
They go on a road trip together. Who drives, who picks the music, who’s in charge of snacks?
They are insufferable on a road trip together. They can't agree on anything: not the directions, not who should drive, or when to stop, or what music to play, or the snacks. It’s either five hours of Tense Angry Silence, or five hours of Constant Bickering. They only behave if Raelle’s is the car with them.
What do they think of each other’s family?
Oof, loaded question. Abigail has trouble, still, respecting Dodgers (but she’s getting there). Scylla still feels resentful of the Bellweather name (but she trusts Abigail, and respects Petra a bit more than she used to, and she’s also getting there). They’ve spent their childhood being told to despise everything about each other’s family, so it’s. Complicated.
Do they have any nicknames for each other?
DO THEY EVER. The funniest thing is it starts as “necro” (derogatory) but now it’s “necro” (affectionate), and they won’t admit it, but everyone knows.
Who’d be the first to try and patch things up if they had a fight?
The real answer is: neither. Raelle and Tally stage an intervention and force them both to apologize and move on.
One of their phones goes off in the middle of the night. Who’s calling whom, and why?
Not really applicable.
What’s their favourite funny story about something that happened to the two of them?
They love the fact that they tried to kill each other that one time. It’s funny in retrospect, they promise.
Would they do a joint cosplay? If so, who would they dress up as?
NOPE.
Do they have any TV shows that they watch together? Are there any shows they have wildly different opinions on?
Not really.
Which one is the “fight me” friend and which one is the one who tries to keep the peace and prevent their friend from punching a total stranger?
Abigail is the “fight me” friend, and Scylla has to be the voice of reason, a role she is NOT used to. Also they’re the kind of friends who’re like... if somebody else insults the other, or starts a fight, they’ll lose it. “Only I get to be mean to her!”
One of them comes up with an ill-advised but mostly harmless idea. Does the other one egg them on because they think it’ll be funny, or try and talk them out of it?
Scylla has terrible ideas, historically. Abigail would never try to talk her out of it, because where’s the fun in that?
Who would win if they arm-wrestled?
LOL Abigail, without a doubt.
Who’s better at what type of video games, and how competitive are they when they play together?
Abigail is very competitive. Scylla pretends she’s not, but she actually is. They both suck at video games cause they never played much, unfortunately.
One of them ends up in hospital for something serious but not life-threatening. What does the other bring along when they visit in order to cheer them up?
Abigail... brings Raelle to Scylla’s hospital room. Gives Scylla a little nod, that manages to convey “I know you need her more than anything else” and “I’m glad you’re okay”. And then promptly gets out.
How huggy are they?
Oh, not huggy at all. Except that one time they almost die, and Scylla just impulsively grabs Abigail, and hugs her, very tight, and Abigail is frozen for half a second before she reciprocates the hug, gingerly. They don’t move for a while. They never talk about it afterwards,
What was the moment when they first realized that they’d become friends?
IT HAS NOT HAPPENED YET BUT SEASON 3 I’M COUNTING ON YOU.
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Could you do the ask game for Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons? You can add Frozen too if you want. 😅
I can absolutely do that, thanks for playing! And I'll never willingly add Fr0zen to anything, but I will add Moana and Big Hero 6 to it, because they're an integrate part of this crossover for me! ;)
favorite character: Jack Frost, hands down!
least favorite character: hng, okay so, I generally, as a rule, ignore the majority of HTTYD2 but that just... doesn't erase it from existence so most definitely Valka
brOTP: Fishlegs and Hiccup canon wise, non-canon wise I'd say Moana and Jack, as well as Hiro and Hiccup but like as actual step-brothers, I adore that family that lives rent-free in my head <3
OTP: definitely Hiccup/Jack! Canon-wise, I'd say Flynn/Rapunzel and with that, I also gotta give mention to Merida/Moana to get the ship set complete <3
OT3: Hiccup/older!Jamie/Jack
NOTP: Hiccup/Astrid and the uh heterosexual constellations of the Big Four
favorite storyline: Rise of the Guardians, it is one of my absolute favorite movies I love it a lot
least favorite storyline: HTTYD2, from the ones I've seen (I simply refuse to watch HTTYD3 due to how bad the second already was and how just every single spoiler about the third was one red flag after the other), it was just so... so... bad.
what I wish had happened but didn’t: a sequel for RotG, I mean, seriously, this is based on a whole ass book series, there is so much potential here and I can't believe they never tapped into it :/
what happened that I wish hadn’t: mmmh that's a tie between HTTYD3 and the Tangled TV series
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Bruno and Heisenberg?
Bruno Madrigal
favorite thing about them: how he seems so daunting and scary but then it turns out he's a tiny pathetic loser
least favorite thing about them: the Frozen reference he makes while doing a gay little twirl, cringe ass Disney being masterbatory about their other properties moment
favorite line: "my gift wasn't helping the family, but I love my family" ugh my heart
brOTP: I love how Mirabel and Bruno bond over being outcasts and I'd have loved to see more interactions between him and Dolores
OTP: him and Héctor Rivera from Coco ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
nOTP: people who ship him with women, I just don't get it and obviously shipping him with any family members fucking hell
random headcanon: I really like the idea that he gets visions unpredictably, not just with the ritual
unpopular opinion: there are a lot of people who draw him too tall or take away his very character defining features his nose
song i associate with them: Evil Eye by Franz Ferdinand
favorite picture of them:
He looks unhinged
Karl Heisenberg
favorite thing about them: he's a dirty old man with a sinister laugh that talks like a Redditor it drives me insane
least favorite thing about them: nothing. He's a stupid freak I love him
favorite line: I wish it was voice acted but his note about Ethan having "a pretty interesting body himself" like I get what he means but it's so faggy god bless
brOTP: I think he and Alcina would make such a formidable pair if they worked together. And their bickering is so fun, I love writing characters that are friends but can't stand each other. Or the Duke, I think Heisenberg is obnoxious enough to get past his customer service voice.
OTP: It's hard to pick, I think he'd work well with lots of people. He has the most interactions with Ethan so I think that's pretty compelling. He and Alcina would be fun because they hate each other and I love that. I'd love to see how he handles Chris Redfield, they're both real manly men but Chris is more serious and Heisenberg is unhinged. Also I think if Heisenberg could grow to see that Moreau was also changed by Miranda and abused and he could become more sympathetic to him that would be cute.
nOTP: I don't know that I hate him with anyone specifically. I wouldn't get shipping him with Mother Miranda. I don't view the Lords as siblings, but shipping him with Alcina's daughters would be kind of weird.
random headcanon: uhm I bet he snores. And if his face has scars surely his body must be scarred too. He kind of has a tummy because he's older but definitely has some definition from working at the factory.
unpopular opinion: a lot of people draw him way too buff which I don't get, he's probably not cut.
song i associate with them: Business Man by Mother Mother has been driving me crazy lately. Also I saw a playlist with Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival and I haven't known peace since.
favorite picture of them:
I love every picture of him but I especially love the scars here
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Two requests if it's okay 1) a gif of the neck grab of pride Andy gives Nile after she jumps out the window. 2)Fic about Nile's first birthday as an immortal Thanks so much!!
Sorry this took so long lol. I really liked the prompt and I just wanted to get it right!
We all know my brotp is Booker & Joe... Nicky & Nile are a close second....
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There was a sliver of dull sunlight shining right across Nile’s forehead as she came to consciousness on the morning of her twenty-sixth birthday. Or at least it should have been her twenty-sixth birthday. She wasn’t quite sure on the details.
Did she even still count her birthday the same now? Was she twenty-six? Or perhaps only one? No- No. That sounded ridiculous. So maybe just the first anniversary of her twenty-fifth birthday?
Nile opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. It was a rather unremarkable ceiling, painted a faded a pale green. It was discolored brown from water damage in a few spots.
She had been to this safe house once before. Two months ago after a particularly rough mission the five of them had limped in, blood soaked and exhausted. Luckily this time they had only been exhausted.
This was the first time she had been to a safe house twice. It was strange how much it felt like home after only having been there once for a week. But after seven months of new place after new place she felt a welcome familiarity with this crumbling cottage, small though it was.
She had known what bed was to be hers. No dragging of an old mattress from another room. No reshuffling of sleeping arrangements to accommodate for her. No Andy or Booker taking a couch or armchair. No Joe and Nicky sleeping on the floor because they both couldn’t fit on the couch.
Booker made a low pained noise in his sleep. And Nile’s thoughts were brought back to the present.
Booker was in a bed perpendicular to hers, their head’s only a couple feet apart.
She glanced up at him, he appeared to still be asleep, his arm slung over his eyes.
Nile craned her neck to see Andy still asleep in the bed next to the door. Her immortality was gone but she still insisted on sleeping closest to the door. The first line of defense.
Joe and Nicky were directly across from her, huddled facing her in a bed that seemed too small for the two of them.
How old were each of them again? 953, and 950. Booker was 247...or was it 248?, And she couldn’t even guess at Andy’s age.
Would that happen to her? Her years becoming so numerous that she couldn’t remember the year she was born?
The sun had moved enough to shine irritatingly in her eyes, Nile brought her hand up to shield them. But after a minute or so, when her arm grew tired, she flipped onto her stomach. Her frustration got the better of her and she sighed loudly.
Too loudly, apparently, as Nicky started awake and sat bolt upright in the bed across from hers. Joe too started, and sleepily said something to Nicky in Italian that Nile couldn’t quite make out. Nicky glanced around the room and made eye contact with Nile.
“Sorry.” Nile whispered.
Nicky gave her a sleepy smile and turned over to face Joe, responding to him in Italian as well, but this time she heard her name and the word for sleep.
Andy and Booker hadn’t even moved. Both of their breathing was as even as Joe’s was slowly becoming once more.
Nicky was obviously awake still, propped up on his elbow facing Joe. His other hand stroked Joe’s hip soothingly.
A minute or so passed where Nile turned the problem of her birthday over in her mind, before she gave up trying to fall back asleep. She got out of bed with a frustrated sigh, and exited the bedroom.
The rest of the cottage consisted of a bathroom and a small main room full of mismatched furniture and with what one might consider a kitchenette.
Nile plugged in and turned on a hotplate and filled a kettle with water. She opened the pantry and was surprised to find a half used package of instant coffee. It took her a moment to realize that it was hers, left here from the previous stay in October.
She couldn’t help but smile to herself. Silly as it sounded, it was nice to find something she knew she had left behind for herself.
She glanced around the room, the little touches of each member of her new family were evident. Various swords hung on the wall above the small dining table. She was sure they were all sharp and battle ready. There was a single bookshelf that was full to bursting, with piles of books on the ground all around it.
Despite the cottage’s pathetic excuse for a kitchen there were nice pots and pans and a stand alone pantry pushed against the wall next to the small counter that currently held the slowly heating up hot plate. That would have been Ncky’s doing, Nile thought with a smile.
The water finally came to a boil and Nile made herself a cup of coffee. She looked out the window at the Welsh countryside and took a long slow sip of her coffee.
She started when she heard the door to the bedroom quietly click open behind her.
She wheeled around to see Nicky stepping into the main room, and closing the door behind him once more with another soft click.
“Good morning.” Nicky said quietly. He crossed the small room and took out a mug to poor himself some of the hot water.
“Sorry I woke you.” Nile said.
She opened the pantry and fished out a tin of tea. But when Nile turned to offer it to Nicky, he was already stirring in some of the instant coffee mix.
“It’s fine,” He said with a smile. And when he saw Nile’s look of surprise, “Sorry, do you mind if I have some of your coffee?”
“You never drink coffee.” Nile said, not really answering his question.
“I think you’ll find words like ‘never’ rather useless when talking to a 900 year old man.”
“I just mean- I’ve never seen you drink coffee. You have a cup of tea. Every morning. For seven months”
“We go through phases,” Nicky said, taking a small sip of his coffee, “Joe was particularly fond of coffee for most of the 1600’s.”
“An entire century is a particularly long phase.”
Nicky chuckled.
A comfortable silence fell over them for a while after that. Nicky sat at the small dining table and opened a book he had left there the night before. Nile stared out the window watching the morning fog burn off as the sun rose higher.
She thought about how much had happened in the two months since the previous time they had been to this safe house. None of them had died, thank god. But Nile had been shot twice in the leg, and Joe had taken the butt of a gun to the back of the head, knocking him out just two days ago.
Booker had had his throat cut so deep that Nile thought he was about to fade out as she held the wound together. Luckily he had pulled through, his healing repairing the damage as if nothing had happened.
Try as she might to distract herself though, her thoughts returned to her birthday. Surely it wasn’t something that should bring her this much anguish. She was not the type of person to care about getting older, let alone now when nothing would change.
But she had seen the way immortality weighed heavily on Andy and Booker. She had even glimpsed it’s sting in Joe and Nicky’s eyes, though they were better at hiding it. At least from her.
“Did you dream of Quynh?” Nicky asked after nearly a half hour had passed.
“What?” Nile said, genuinely confused, “Oh- no. I had just been thinking and forgot I was in a room full of jumpy, trigger happy warriors. I sighed too loudly.”
“Was that what woke me?” Nicky smiled, “Perhaps I am a bit jumpy.”
Nicky returned his eyes to his book, but it really didn’t look like he was reading. In fact Nile was pretty sure she hadn’t heard him turn a single page in his book this whole time.
“It’s my birthday.” Nile said before she could overthink it.
“I know.” Nicky said simply, taking another sip of coffee, and lifting his eyes to meet hers.
“You-” Nile shook her head, a confused smile spreading over her face, “You know?”
“December 10th, 1994.” Nicky said as if that was an explanation.
Nile took a seat at the table with him.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Nile asked, and then hastily added, “I mean- I just feel kind silly for trying to hide it now.”
“I wasn’t sure that you wanted to celebrate.” Nicky said.
“It does feel strange.” Nile said.
“It always does.” Nicky said, he took a deep breath before continuing, “I’m afraid that won’t change.”
“Do you celebrate?” Nile asked, “I’ve been with you all for the better part of a year and I don’t think any of you have mentioned birthdays. Do you even remember yours?”
“October 22nd,” Nicky said, “On the Gregorian calendar at least.”
“So you remember, you just don’t celebrate.”
“Sometimes we do. Big numbers, milestones.” Nicky said, “Booker’s 249th birthday was two days ago. Next year we’ll probably do something. But generally no, we don’t celebrate as a group.”
“As a group.” Nile turned the word choice over in her head, “So that’s Nicky and Joe speak for you guys celebrate each other's birthdays without Booker and Andy.” -or me.
Nicky laughed, nodded, and took another drink of coffee.
“Wait- October 22nd? The last time we were here was on your birthday.”
“That’s true. This is one of my favorite safe houses, I imagine Andy picked it for that reason.”
“I missed your birthday. And I could have done something- gotten you a present or made you a cake.”
“I don’t need anything from you Nile.” Nicky said.
“I know you don’t need anything. But if you want to celebrate with someone I could have made an effort-”
“Do you want to celebrate today Nile?” Nicky cut her off.
Nile blinked at him for a moment. Did she?
“I’m not sure. With Andy and Booker the way that they are- it feels selfish.”
“Forget about them. Do you want to celebrate?”
“I think so?” Nile took a deep breath and tried to order her thoughts, “This will be one of the last birthday’s that my age reflects how I look. One of the last times my birthday will have meaning beyond just being a piece of trivia to remind me of how long I’ve been frozen in time. So yes, I think I do.”
“Good.” Nicky said with a small smile. He got up from the table.
Nicky disappeared into the bedroom and for a moment Nile dreaded him popping back out with everyone to surprise her. But no, that wasn’t Nicky's style.
Instead, he returned a minute later carrying a small rectangular package.
“Happy birthday Nile.” Nicky said simply as he placed it in front of her, and took his seat once more.
“Nicky-” Nile started, but her words seemed to evaporate in her throat.
“Open it.” Nicky said, his smile was the biggest she’d seen it in months.
She took the lid off the box and found the unmistakable shape of a white jewelry box.
“When my sword, my first sword, the one I brought with me to the holy land from Genova, began to deteriorate beyond repair it was Joe who suggested I melt the steel down to keep. A memory from my previous life.”
Nile took it out and opened it slowly, in it was a delicate silver charm bracelet. On it was a single, rough looking charm.
“Joe wears a piece of it on a chain around his neck.” Nicky continued.
Nile knew exactly the charm he was talking about. A simple rectangle of metal that hung low from Joe’s neck.
“Booker has a vein of the steel in a ring that he hardly wears, Andy has an earring, though I haven't seen her wear it in decades,” Nicky paused, “Quynh had a piece too, on an anklet. Though I suppose it’s rusted away to nothing by now.”
Nile stared down at the bracelet, unsure what to do next. Nicky took a deep breath, She could hear the slight quiver in his breathing that he tried to suppress.
“I have more though, I’ll replace Quynh’s when we find her.” Nick said. He extended his hands out toward the box, “May I?”
Nile nodded and pushed the box toward him. He removed the bracelet and held it up for her, fastening around her wrist when she offered it.
“Don’t feel obligated to wear it every day, or even often. Joe tries not to wear his on missions if he can help it.”
Nile took a closer look at the charm, it was a square, rough and unpolished, much like Joe’s. She had never gotten a close look at Joe’s pendant so she didn’t know what if anything was etched into the metal. But as Nile turned the square of rough steel over in her hand she noticed a tiny but intricate cross indented into one of the corners.
“I don’t-” Nile started, she laughed and then a small sob escaped her throat, “Thank you.”
“You are very welcome.” Nicky said, his smile was back to the small one she was used to.
“Well now I have to get you something.” Nile laughed out another sob, followed by another, and then she was full on crying.
Nicky moved around the table to stand in front of Nile and pulled her into an awkward hug while she still sat. Her head fell into his chest and she threw her arms around his waist.
“Hey. Hey- shhhhh.” Nicky said. He placed a hand on the back of her head, the other arm wrapped around her shoulders and held her tight to him as she let the sobs rock her body for a minute.
“I’ll have other birthday’s Nile, as will you. Don’t pay it any mind. I don’t need anything. Though I imagine that’s not why you’re actually upset.”
Nile nodded against Nicky’s chest, vaguely aware that a wet spot was forming where her tears had soaked into Nicky’s shirt. He held her there for what seemed like hours, but in reality was probably less than a quarter of an hour. Until her sobs had subsided into the occasional uneven breath.
“You haven’t missed Joe’s birthday yet.” Nicky finally said.
Nile laughed, pulled back from the hug, and wiped tears away from her cheeks.
Nicky took a step back, and placed his hands on his hips. He looked very fatherly in that moment, which made Nile’s heart ache, but it also warmed it ever so slightly.
“What about Andy?”
“I don’t know hers,” Nicky said, “But I don’t think she ever knew her birthday. She’s older than the idea of a calendar, or at least in the way we experience years and months.”
Nicky stood in front of her for a minute longer before grabbing both of their mugs and taking them to the bathroom, where the only sink in the cottage was located.
Nile took another closer look at the charm. She suspected that the cross that was pressed into the metal had more significant meaning than just their shared faith in a higher power. She would have to ask him about it later when she was feeling less emotional.
Nicky returned but he didn’t hover, instead choosing to grab his book and move to an armchair by the front door.
When Joe got up at last he gave her a wink and pointed at the bracelet.
“It looks good.” he said, and then went to kiss Nicky good morning.
Andy and Booker followed shortly thereafter, and the day passed mostly like any other.
That night she lay in the same bed she had started her day in, her heart much lighter. While it hadn’t been like any other birthday she had celebrated, it had been nice.
She got the distinct feeling that they were all aware it was her birthday. Even though no one else directly acknowledged it.
Booker had gone for a run with her and sparred with her before lunch. Which wasn’t necessarily abnormal, but she did get more than one hit on him that she was pretty sure he let her land.
Andy was a tougher one to crack, but given that she had chosen this house for Nicky’s birthday and now hers, Nile felt like it wasn’t a coincidence.
Nicky, with a little help from Joe, made a surprisingly good deep dish pizza using the fireplace for dinner. Another thoughtful gesture that was not lost on her.
Nile looked up at the now familiar ceiling. And turned the charm around her wrist in her fingers.
She felt different. This wasn’t the first time she’d had to grapple with the consequence of her newly acquired immortality in the seven months she’d had it. But it was the first time she’d felt generally ok with it.
Up until now Nile had felt mostly like she had only lost things since she died for the first time. She had lost the world as she knew it, her life as she knew it. She had lost her family, and a home to call her own.
But for the first time she felt aware of how much she was gaining. The feeling of safety that only came with home. She genuinely felt excited to make her mark on countless safe houses all over the world.
Family. Each of the other members of the Guard had already felt like a new family to her, but something about the simple understanding of today had made her feel loved in a way she had never experienced before. Each of their reactions to her birthday seemed to fit them all perfectly.
Things were different now, but she liked the small place she was carving out in their family.
Twenty-six years on this earth. She looked forward to what Twenty-seven would have in store for her.
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Carla’s CL Route: A Shin Fan’s Thoughts and Feelings
I have such mixed feelings on this route but I’m going to try and relay them as articulately as I can. Obligatory warning, this post contains massive spoilers for CL (mainly Carla’s route but i’m going to mention some of the other routes too). Now without further ado:
Before I delve into any of the issues I had with this route, let’s start with what I liked. Firstly, I think it’s safe to say that Carla hands down deals with the situation the best after he gets his memories back compared to the other routes I’ve played (Shin’s, Shu’s and Laito’s) and I would be very surprised if any of the other characters are able to handle things as well as he did (although admittedly that’s partly because he’s just so much more powerful than everyone else). I did like that the writers were able to show off how capable he can be, while still bringing up stuff like how it isn’t good at cleaning or cooking.
I liked the plot point about Carla being able to live without Endzeit if they stayed in the miniature garden as I thought it was an interesting concept.
I found it very interesting that Subaru was the only other character to regain his memories in this route, especially given that Carla actually played a role in his LE route which wasn’t the case for any of the other Sakamaki brothers in LE. I can’t help but wonder if the writers have them as a brotp when considering that they were also paired together in the Versus IV CDs. Regardless, I did enjoy seeing their interactions in Carla’s CL route.
The scenes between Carla and Yui after Carla gets his memory back are great and I’m sure Carla fans will have a field day with them.
Now, lets move onto to the issues I personally have with this route.
Because Carla is shown to be so capable, I never really felt fearful for the characters. In contrast, in Shin, Shu and Laito’s routes they all had moments of genuine peril outside of the bad endings, which meant I felt really concerned and was drawn into the story. Carla’s route however, went something like this: Oh no, how are they going to deal with this unexpected development? Ah wait, he solved it in an instant, as expected of Carla I suppose. Oh no, how are they going to deal with this other unexpected situation? Ah no nevermind, he dealt with it right away again... and so on.
This might just be personal preference, but in my opinion if you really want people to get invested in a story, there needs to be some element of risk for the characters (even if you know there’s going to be a good ending). If you take that away, even though the fluffy bits with Carla and Yui were lovely, every time we got to one of the more plot-orientated parts of the story, I’d start to get invested only for there to be no pay off as there never really seemed to be much of a problem in the first place. This is why you have to be a bit careful when coming up with characters to make sure that they have some sort of weakness, otherwise the audience knows they’re going to be fine whatever.
Yes Carla is undoubtedly the strongest of the boys when Karl’s powers aren’t involved (and especially when Endzeit is removed from the picture) but I still feel like there should have been something. We came a little close with Shin getting close to being killed by the Scarlet family but Carla took care of it so easily that it just felt a bit... I don’t know, flat maybe?
And now onto my biggest bugbear of the route: how they handled things with Shin.
First things first, I am fully aware that I am incredibly biased here and Carla fans, you may see no issues with this route at all and honestly, good on you, I’m glad you enjoyed it, but hopefully after the end of this post you’ll at least understand why I was a little upset.
Things started off really well on this front, I loved the scene where Carla starts to remember things, Shin cuts his arm and then says that seeing Carla kneeling in front of him makes him feel frustrated for some reason. I was pleased when Carla and Yui went to rescue Shin (and by extension Ruki) when they were being attacked by the Scarlet family and the angst when Carla and Yui saw Shin treating Ruki as his big brother. But it then just... went nowhere (well in the Euphoria ending anyway, I’ll get onto that Labyrinth ending later).
The writers threw in some token lines from Shin in chapter 15 sure, but did he get his memories back before they returned to the real world? No. Did we get any sort of scene between Shin and Carla after Shin had gotten his memories back? No. In the route to achieve the Euphoria ending could Shin have stopped existing from about chapter 12 onwards and it wouldn’t have changed anything? Honestly, yes.
I genuinely don’t think this would have bothered me so much had it not been for two things: 1) how much of a big deal trying to return Carla’s memories was in Shin’s route (although I would never have really expected anything else) and 2) the fact that all of this Shin and Carla angst was dangled in front of my nose only for there to be no pay off whatsoever.
I know this route is meant to ultimately be about Carla and Yui, not Carla and Shin’s brotherly relationship but I can’t help but feel cheated that the little Carla and Shin content we did get never amounted to anything. There was no heated discussion/argument between the two of them, there was no exciting climax where Shin tried to kill Carla because he still had his fake memories. Hell, we didn’t even get a token scene at the end where the brothers finally both had their memories back; Shin was unconscious for the conversation with Socrates and then he never comes up again.
My main point here is that I don’t think it was a good decision to include all these bits about Shin being important to Carla and then to not do anything with it in the climax of the good ending.
I acknowledge that there was no big climax in Laito’s route with the triplets either but at the very least Kanato and Ayato got their memories back and made sure that Shu and Reiji didn’t kill Subaru while Laito and Yui were trying to find a way out of the miniature garden. Shin didn’t even do that much.
Now as for labyrinth ending, oh boy where do I even begin. Putting aside the fact that Shin getting infected with Endzeit is literally the one thing I never want to happen in the franchise, I wasn’t a fan of it at all. Part of my reason for not being a fan of this ending comes back to my point about Shin playing such a small role in the Euphoria ending version of chapter 15 that he could have been replaced by a mop and I don’t think anyone would have noticed.
However my biggest issue is that we get no information on what’s actually happened to him in that ending.
For anyone unfamiliar with that ending, in the Labyrinth version of chapter 15 Shin tries to kill Yui before they reach the church (as he still hasn’t got his memories back) but Carla protects her and gets stabbed. Shin gets covered in Carla’s blood and because his wounds from earlier in the route haven’t healed yet, they suspect he’s gotten infect with Endzeit. As a result, Yui and Carla decide to stay in the miniature garden where time is effectively frozen rather than return to the real world and have Shin potentially die from Endzeit.
The actual ending is just Yui and Carla talking about whether they’ve made the right decision. They say Shin hasn’t shown any signs of Endzeit but did he get his memory back? Are they just keeping him locked in the dungeons so he doesn’t try to murder them both? Who knows.
I can’t help but feel that it was very unfair to have Shin used as a bad ending plot device and then cut him out of that ending too.
Also I am calling complete bullshit on that line about Carla being able to suppress his symptoms. I get that Rejet are probably trying to hint to his DF ending where Yui’s blood is magically able to hold off Endzeit symptoms (which was retconed for LE but might be thing again now apparently?) but then why was there any hesitation from Yui over going back to the real world versus staying with Carla in the minature garden??? Like this makes no sense at all. Either Carla is dying from Endzeit or he isn’t, you can’t pick and choose within the route itself depending on what’s convenient.
Anyway I’m starting to rant which isn’t good, so I’ll bring an end to this post here.
Do I think the route has its good points? Yes, absolutely, I think Carla fans who enjoy his softer side will have a great time playing it. Do I personally have some very specific problems with it which are likely related to the identity of my favorite character? Again, yes.
Anyway I’d be interested to know if anyone agrees with me or if I am just a Shin-obsessed mad woman. I’m going to go and listen to one of Shin’s drama CDs or something while I go and calm down. Hope you’re having a good day and thanks for reading :)
#Deep sigh#I just#I just felt so done by the time I got a couple of lines into the labyrinth ending#normally I love bad endings but the absence of Shin in the good one made the labyrinth ending feel extraordinarily hollow#it's a shame because I was really looking forward to this route but to be honest I'm extraordinarily glad I didn't leave it for last now#as I think I would it would have meant I ended the game on a sour note#I do like Carla and I'm glad he was able to deal with things so well but...#yeah...#I hope I haven't upset anyone with this#like I said if you loved Carla's CL route and didn't see any problems with it#then please ignore my ramblings#I just really needed to write out my own thoughts#own post#cl spoilers
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