#Location: The Cliffs of Arendelle

[frozensunflowersandlilies]

Arendelle Castle Rooms: Part 6 | Analysis

Frozen Fever rooms covered in part 5. So now we move to Olaf's Frozen Adventure. We begin with Kristoff's barn, then the council chambers and next, Elsa and Anna's parents room.

1. Kristoff's barn

(ref: Kristoff making stew in 'Olaf's Frozen Adventure' | End of 'Frozen')

It's really lovely to see Kristoff having his own barn in his future wife's or at this stage, current girlfriend's home. It's really sweet and welcoming bearing in mind it's been only 5 months since the events of Frozen. And this barn is on the left side of the castle because as Kristoff leaves the barn, you can see the view of the entrance of the main castle building and the inside right hand corner as seen above.

And now we can finally move onto the rooms featured in Frozen 2.

2. The council chambers

(ref: Concept art | Hans lies to the council about Anna's death in 'Frozen' | "Into the unknown" in 'Frozen 2' | "I am with you" on YouTube | End of "Into the unknown" in 'Frozen 2')

The room where council meetings and the Queen's formal parties take place. The room where Hans lied to the Duke of Wellington and the others about Anna dying in his arms.

In Frozen 2 we see the return of the room when Elsa sings "Into the unknown". However there are major furniture changes to it, most being barely any. Also new paintings of the new family and of her old family have been hung up in the room.

In a song on YouTube, there's a song released 3, years called "I am with you" where Olaf writes to Elsa showing us how much he misses her. And when Olaf sends his letter to gale to give to Elsa he steps on the balcony - But! - There is an error here because the balcony is of the room below, not of the conference room. The concept art of the conference room above, shows what the balcony of the room looks like. We can also see the two paintings featured on Frozen 2 behind Olaf, of the room he's in.

At the end of the song when Elsa unleashes the crystals of the four elemental spirits waking them up (along with the rest of Arendelle lol), Anna wakes up and looks out to witness these crystals in the air. But there seems to be a continuity error somewhere. The background behind Anna, brightened up, is of the bedroom they were in but the balcony doesn't match as I analyse is below. Instead the balcony looks more like a combination of the one in the conference room and their parents room; the structure/ length and the panels of the window of the balcony matches their parents room and and the pillars on the side of it match that of the conference room. Animators probably wanted to show Anna looking out from their parents bedroom window because she was sleeping in that room but they probably forgot the pillars in front of the balcony lol.

So swap Olaf's and Anna's balcony and rooms and they'll match up.

Then we have the balcony Elsa in on, in "Into the unknown" (due to the image limit I can't show you in this post unfortunately - see part 9/ the final part for full construction of it all). The balcony windows look different and the pillars aren't identical but in general it's very close. So I believe that the design of that balcony is a continuity error and that it's actually the same balcony we first see Elsa on in the second (full length) movie. There's a particular painting behind them in both balcony scenes that match up. That painting and the two new paintings of the family are hung up in the council chambers room. Other evidence that shows the two balconies are the same room is that on Elsa's right side when standing on the balcony, you can see the cliffs of Arendelle.

I have located where the council chambers room is in the castle, and it's on the east side of the castle.

3. Elsa and Anna's parents room

(ref: "Some things never change" in 'Frozen 2' | Elsa and Anna in their parents room in 'Frozen 2' | End of 'Frozen')

About this room, we know that Elsa and Anna's room have one triangular window and that their room structures are the same as each other's. Yet this room has the same door pattern and wallpaper pattern, even the bed heading pattern as Elsa's. Yet the location of this is the east side of the castle and the windows are rectangular. So I've come to the conclusion that this is their parents room but Elsa moved to their parents room. This is the first time we see Agnarr and Iduna's bedroom so we don't know if the patterns of their room were always the same as Elsa's. At the beginning of Frozen 2, we see Elsa on the balcony and the room seems to be the same given the door so we can say this balcony with the triangular roof goes with their parents room. The windows also match up. And seeing close-ups of the front of the castle, the balcony structure is exactly the same as the one in the circled image the windows also match up too. That would mean that their parents room is directly below Anna's room. However, the back of the castle is almost identical to the front. It could be that the parents room is at the back but I don't think so because one, as king and Queen they wouldn't want a back view of Arendelle but rather the front where they can their people too, two because when Elsa was born her room was made below theirs and when Anna came along she was in that room too and finally, because when Elsa looks out in "Somethings never change", she sees the bridge between her castle and the kingdom which is at the front of the castle.

In a book, it confirms that Elsa was living in her parents room instead of her own one. In 'Olaf's Frozen Adventure (OFA)' , it doesn't show either one of the sisters rooms, except for Anna's but very briefly and with continuity issues as explained in part 1 of these breakdowns. In 'Frozen Fever', which despite releasing before 'OFA', is canon to be set a year after 'Frozen', we do see Anna's room in a better view. In the Short, we learn that Anna still sleeps in her room, and at the end of the short we see Elsa does too as Anna feeds her a cold remedy. But in 'Frozen 2', Elsa is in her parents room so it's probably that after Anna's birthday she felt something was missing, and missed her parents more and moved to her parents room. Though I don't think she would have moved her bed or changed the wallpaper or the door but I think that it was just to make it clear to us, the viewers that she's in that room now.

Now for the other rooms in part 7.

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[frozen-snowflakesandsunflowers]

"BREAKING NEWS: Rapunzel's Lantern Festival, Anna and Elsa's Frozen Journey, Peter Pan's Never Land Adventure and Fairy Tinker Bell's Busy Buggies are coming to Fantasy Springs at @/TokyoDisneyResort official in 2024! Head over to the Disney Parks Blog for all-new attraction and dining details."

Here's the promotional and concept art and conceptfor it along with more details of the attraction:

"Set after the events of the Disney Animation film Frozen, Frozen Kingdom is full of happiness now that Elsa has embraced her powers to create ice and snow. In the Anna and Elsa’s Frozen Journey attraction, which follows the story of the film, guests board a boat and enjoy an epic and heartwarming tale of two sisters that discover only true love can thaw a frozen heart. The attraction also features the film’s well-known songs. Additionally, guests can dine at the Royal Banquet of Arendelle restaurant located in Arendelle Castle, which has both an indoor dining area and a covered outdoor dining area with views of the fjord cliffs and mountains in the distance. Guests can also stop by Oaken’s OK Foods, run by Oaken, the owner of the trading post and sauna that is featured in the film.

Anna and Elsa’s Frozen Journey – Water Ride – 6.5 minutes long: Guests can experience the world of the Walt Disney Animation Studios film Frozen aboard a boat while enjoying an epic and heartwarming story of two sisters that discover only true love can thaw a frozen heart. The attraction also features the film’s well-known songs.

Royal Banquet of Arendelle – Counter Service: This counter-service restaurant is located inside Arendelle Castle. Guests can enjoy a meal in the three indoor dining areas reminiscent of scenes from the film or dine in a covered outdoor dining area with views of the fjord cliffs and mountains in the distance.

Oaken’s OK Foods – Counter Service: This delightful counter-service restaurant, run by Oaken, the owner of the trading post and sauna featured in the film, serves delicious food to hungry visitors to the Kingdom of Arendelle."

Some may not be interested in this stuff but this was just to update you all anyways. The amount of Frozen content we're getting is so good because it's like a build up to its 10th anniversary this November (US)/ December (UK) 🎉.

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[bigfrozenfan]

Full size pictures only on reddit (Tumblr issue)

This is the follow-up to my post from 2 months ago "Frozen II: Five days for the voyage to the enchanted forest and back." on reddit.

I noticed today from a comment by u/music4ever12 that the citizens of Arendelle have been there for a really long time since the night the nature spirits showed up in town and shooed everyone out of their homes and up onto the hill. We know they were all still on that plateau when Elsa returned on Nokk four days later to save the castle and the town from the flood. But what were they doing there all this time? There were only a few blankets available for the night (if any) and apparently nothing else, not even food, not even for the small children. The question now is whether anyone ventured into town to get more things, or whether the trolls helped them. Oaken seems to know them well too, as the two wooden figures in front of his trading post might prove. Was he perhaps supplying the citizens? As we know Grand Pabbie, Bulda and Cliff were standing in front of the citizens watching the action when Elsa returned. And so were almost all the other trolls (I counted 12 of them)! Until now, the trolls had been invisible from the citizens in their valley and estimated that their existence had been only a rumor or a fairy tale. But now? Did the citizens of Arendelle now have time to get to know them well? Or was that a thinking error of Disney and actually the trolls should have now more often open contact with Arendelle or get visit from curious citizens, in their valley of the living rock.

Questions about questions...

PS: and I wonder where this plateau is located. In any case, nowhere in the pictures do you see a large group of people standing near a rocky precipice above the town as the tide comes in. It would have to be a spot to the left of the harbor, to the left of the waterfall.

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[hafanforever]

Going off the Deep End

In Ahtohallan, Elsa discovers from the snowy ice manifestation of her grandfather that his acts of kindness and friendship to the Northuldra were completely false. The tribe’s connection to magic, something he detested and feared, secretly made Runeard distrust them and wrongly believe that the Northuldra’s alliance with the magical forest spirits served as a threat to his monarchical power.

When the ice figures of him and the second-in-command officer exit the main chamber where all the other figures depicting memories are held, Elsa senses something amiss with Runeard. After quickly recognizing how much his paranoid feelings towards magic molded him into an arrogant, bigoted, tyrannical supremacist and corrupted his judgment on trusting others, she senses there was something more sinister going on with him. She wonders if he may have had dark motives or intentions the day he and his army visited the Northuldra in the forest.

So when the figures depart, Elsa follows them to find out what Runeard said and did next.

Elsa walks behind the figures as they descend a flight of stairs. She overhears her grandfather admit that the dam he constructed and claimed to be a gift to the Northuldra would actually weaken the forest and starve them of their resources; thus forcing them to turn to Runeard in their desperation. After the figures are no longer in sight, Elsa reaches the end of the stairs, then continues walking the way they came, stopping only when she comes to a precipice, which she doesn’t realize until she trips at the very brink and nearly falls off of it.

Halfway through her descent of the stairs, an echo of Iduna’s voice is heard singing the “All is Found” lyrics of “Dive down deep into her sound, but not too far or you’ll be drowned”, with the last line being most prominently heard when Elsa stumbles at the edge.

Once she catches herself, Elsa cannot see the men anymore, but she hears Runeard saying, “They will come in celebration, and then we will know their size and strength.” Then she hears him feigning kindness as he “welcomes” the Northuldra, while also seeing visual images of the Northuldrans and Arendellians as they approach each other. Hearing her mother’s singing voice, especially so when she comes to the tip of the cliff, makes Elsa realize that she is very close to, in fact, right above, the deepest level of Ahtohallan.

Like I said in this analysis, in the aforementioned song, the lyrics that come before the warning are “In her waters deep and true, lie the answers and a path for you.” The cavern where the Runeard and the second-in-command figures go implies that this is THE place in Ahtohallan where all of the deepest memories are stored. By “deepest”, I’m not just referring to their location at the deepest, bottom part of Ahtohallan. I mean that they are the oldest of all memories; ones of events and moments that took place a very long time ago, ones that occurred years before Elsa and Anna were born, and with people that they never knew or met in life, including their grandfather.

But these memories are also called the “deepest” ones because they contain the darkest, most sinister secrets about the past; secrets that very few, if not any, people know or have ever learned. We hear Iduna’s voice singing the lyrics because they serve as a reminder of what risky prices and consequences come with uncovering such secrets.

Once she reaches the cliff and hears the final words of her mother’s warning, Elsa realizes she is now going too far. She realizes that she is approaching the most treacherous part of Ahtohallan. She knows that If she goes any farther, all the way down to the bottom cavern, she will never be able to return.

Elsa hesitates, trying to decide what she should do now, what the next right thing (pun VERY much intended, because I can never resist using them when they are most apropos! 😆) is for her to do now.

Notice that in her hesitation, Elsa looks behind her, back to the chamber above, which is a much safer area. This clearly shows that she is scared, but also torn between returning to where it is safe or moving forward where it is extremely perilous, but also where ALL of the answers about the past are kept.

Then Elsa remembers why she came to Ahtohallan in the first place. She came to Ahtohallan to find out why Arendelle was evacuated and why it was stripped of its natural elements. She came here to discover why the Northuldra and Arendellian soldiers became trapped in the forest, to discover what exactly happened in the forest that lead to the conflict between both groups of people 34 years ago. Elsa also remembers the promises she made, to the Northuldra that she would free the Enchanted Forest, and to the Arendellian soldiers that she would restore Arendelle, and she is determined to keep those promises, no matter what the cost.

Elsa came to Ahtohallan to right a wrong, to resolve the conflicts of the past, and to restore the present so that the forest will be free again and her kingdom will have a future.

So even though Elsa knows she is nearing the most dangerous part of Ahtohallan, her need to find all of the answers she is and has been seeking to help the forest and Arendelle overwhelm her. The urge to fulfill her goals and keep her promises becomes far too great, far too important for her to ignore and turn back.

And so Elsa ultimately decides that going forward is her ONLY choice now, despite knowing that there will be grave danger awaiting her below. She makes the tough decision to move forward by jumping deep down into the unknown (again, excuse the pun, but I just CANNOT resist! 😆) to finally discover the truth and whole truth about the past.

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[charp14]

Salzburg,Gazeboes and Nuns

A Fluffy Kristanna Teacher fanfic

Kristoff Bjorgman was not sure how on earth he had ended up stuck on the Winter Musical planning team. Most of the staff members at Arendelle Elementary were conveniently sick on the day the names were drawn and Kristoff had been in the middle of a mid-meeting doze, he vowed that would be the last time he stayed up till 3 am watching Hockey. However it had happened he now found himself in the school library on a Tuesday Afternoon waiting for Anna Delle, the music teacher to decide on what the show would be, the last he had heard it was between ‘The Sound Of Music’ One he, thankfully, actually knew, and some cluster fuck called ‘Chitty Chitty Bang Bang’ What the writers were on when they wrote that title he would never know. Kristoff shifted in the child-sized chair and tapped his fingers on the slightly sticky table, pondering over why his heart was beating faster than usual, perhaps he was just anxious to get home and feed Sven, but deep down, he knew that wasn't it. 

Kristoff gulped when he heard the glass door open and turned towards the sound of perky footsteps padding across the faded carpet. Anna’s keen and kind blue eyes scanned around the library as she tucked a piece of Auburn hair behind her ear, the rest was pulled up in a bun held together with a pencil, when her blue eyes met Kristoff’s brown ones, she smiled the smile that Kristoff dreaded, that smile was dangerous. 

 She had come to the school two years after him, they had never talked much, music teachers and PE teachers had very little need to mix, but when she smiled at him across the crowded playground on that first day, Kristoff swiftly noticed that for some reason his heart rate quickened, and he had the sudden urge to approach and say hello, a feat too out of character for him. He decided from then on he would stay away from dangerous, dazzling smiles and blue eyes. It seemed though, today there was no escaping them. 

‘So’ Anna chirped suddenly, awakening Kristoff out of a trance, ‘Kristoff, it’s okay that I call you Kristoff isn’t it? I mean Mr Bjorgman is fun and all in front of the kids but really its a bit of a mouthful and its so official! I mean maybe Mr B could work or like B-boy or KB or-‘ Anna seemed to be rambling to herself now ‘uh, Kristoff is totally fine’ Kristoff cut her off with a bewildered chuckle, causing Anna’s eyes to light up and her cheeks to blush ‘ Sorry, I kind of go on a tangent when I’m nervous’. Kristoff focused his eyes down, he wanted to ask what it was that made her nervous but he thought better of it. The less they talked the better. However, it was hard not to care. He didn't want her to be nervous around him, he felt the need to make her feel safe with him, safer than she felt with anyone, He pushed those feelings away as soon as they came. 

‘I have checked with the budget department and they say they can’t make the car fly.’ Anna noted seriously, Kristoff’s eyes bulged ‘I’m sorry what?’ Anna tilted her head in confusion ‘Well obviously Chitty has to fly somehow if we’re doing Chitty Chitty Bang Bang I mean how else would they survive falling off the cliff?’ Kristoff blinked slowly, what was he doing here? ‘Okay well’ He slowly replied as he processed ‘if ‘Chitty’ can’t fly then, um I guess we’ll do The Sound Of Music?’ As soon as Kristoff said that Annas big blue eyes lit up and she shot over to his side of the table and plonked herself right next to him, knocking over a copy of Harry Potter as she did so. 

‘Kristoff’ She whispered, Kristoff tried to ignore how good his name sounded coming out of her mouth and begged his heart to stop beating in his ears. ‘That is exactly what I was hoping you would say. I mean sure you could argue without Julie Andrews what’s the point but damn it Rodgers and Hammerstein wrote too good a show for us to not do it, I mean come on.’ As Anna continued to squeal about Salzburg, Gazebos, and Nuns Kristoff’s mind was racing at a hundred miles a minute. Who were Rodger and Hammerhead?, Why was she so close to him? Was Julie Andrews the one from The Wizard of Oz?, Why were her eyes so blue And why were they staring right into his? And surely a heart beating this fast means cardiac arrest. Just as Kristoff was trying to remember the location of the nearest defibrillator everything suddenly stopped when Anna put her hand on his broad shoulder. ‘Kristoff’ She asked in a deep, serious tone, the man licked his lips inadvertently ‘Do you have any sewing experience?’. Kristoff snapped out of his daze ‘I’m sor- um- What?’ ‘because we are going to need at least twenty Nun Habits by next Tuesday!’. She abruptly stood ‘Okay, great meeting! Same time next week!’ As she left mumbling something about talking to the budget department about a lifesize gazebo, Kristoff could only stare and gulp. As he felt his heart rate subside, he stood up and walked to his car, looking forward to some peace and quiet at home, but little did he know that his night would be filled with some very loud dreams of Anna Delle. 

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[tamorasky]

Mistress Anna Chapter 15

Rating: M

Summary: It wasn’t uncommon for the women to be eventually cast aside, Anna was just naive enough to believe it would never happen to her.

Relationships: Anna/Kristoff 

Words: 4365

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Bulda insists that Anna, Eliza and Elsa join her family for dinner the night they return to Ahothallan. Despite the journey home took three days, and the fatigue everyone felt, the older woman and her eldest daughter practically burst with excitement when the Arneson sisters arrive at the cabin.

The women stand outside around a makeshift table, cutting vegetables for dinner while the children around them chased one another. The men and Elsa went to sit by the river, lazily fishing and drinking whiskey together, away from the noise.

Anna has Eliza perched on her hip while carefully peeling the potatoes with a small knife. Her feet begin to hurt as she stands, shifting on her legs to ease the tension building in them.

"Anna," Bulda calls, looking up at the woman across from her. "You look, tired dear, why don't you take a rest."

Grateful at the older woman's offer, Anna places the potato on the table, stepping away from the surface with a smile. Anna carries Eliza out to the field next to Bulda and Cliff's cottage, desperately wanting to find solace amongst the chaos. She settles in the prairie grass and foxtails, plucking the latter from the ground.

Her daughter sits on her lap, cooing as Anna brushes a foxtail against her cheeks. The young woman giggles as Eliza clumsily grabs the plant.

"Do you like that?" Anna asks, quickly stopping Eliza from putting the foxtail in her mouth. "Trust me, darling, you do not want to do that."

The little girl whines as Anna pulls it away from her mouth, being quickly sated when her mother hands the plant back to her. With a smile, Anna brushes an auburn curl away from Eliza's forehead, watching her little girl play with the plant's bristles.

"Do you mind if I join you?" The voice behind her causes the young woman to jump in surprise. Looking over her shoulder, Anna sees her sister standing behind her. Elsa's hands are tucked into her trousers, and the sleeves of her shirt are rolled up as she stares down at her younger sister.

"Of course," Anna responds, cursing to herself as she confuses herself with her wording. "I-I mean you can join me if you want to."

Elsa politely smiles as she kneels across from her. While the brunette settles, Eliza drops the foxtail, reaching out for her auntie instead. Without any hesitation, Anna hands Elsa the toddler. The older sister accepts the toddler with a grin, holding Eliza to make her stand on her legs.

"Taanishi shakihew." Elsa says, pressing a kiss to Eliza's chubby cheek. Anna feels a twinge in her chest as Elsa speaks to her daughter in Michif, realizing she can't understand most of the words her sister speaks.

The language she had once spoken fluently slowly faded from her memory as English took its place in Ahtohallan as more English traders came through. Hans had always discouraged her from speaking what little Michif she knew to Eliza. He'd always scold her, stating that if she were to speak another language, it should be French. Her time in Arendelle had caused further declined her ability to speak it, now only left with fragments the language her mother once spoke.

Anna's gaze remains focused on Eliza, who giggles as Elsa settles the little girl on her lap. She opens her mouth briefly, trying to speak to her sister, but no words come out, glancing back down at the ground to avoid eye contact with the woman seated across from her.

"I'm surprised Bulda has this much energy after such a long journey." Anna finally comments, unable to fathom the silence between them any longer.

Elsa hums in agreement, biting her lip nervously as she stares at her sister. "and what is that amazing smell?"

Both women inhale deeply, taking in the scent that carries through the field before both of them smile at one another.

"Bannock!" They exclaim, giggling at their synchronized response. Bulda's fried bread had always been their favorite as children. Her face hurts as she grins widely, unable to contain her excitement that they were speaking as they once had.

Elsa peers at her sister, her smile dropping as she regards her. She sighs, adjusting Eliza in her lap as Honeymaren's words echo in her head. Elsa had to make things right between them.

"Anna, the other night at Kai and Gerda's home…" She trails off, unsure what to say to her sister.

The auburn-haired woman stares at Elsa, her eyes searching her sister’s expression, knowing she struggles with what to say. "It's okay, you were right. I was reckless, and I should've stayed at home, as you said."

"What I said to you wasn't right." Elsa looks down at her hands, feeling ashamed of her behavior towards her little sister, the very person she should be looking out for, not ostracising her. "It was cruel and unwarranted and…I am sorry for how I've treated you and everything I have said to you."

On reflex, Anna reaches out, placing her hand on Elsa's. "Believe it or not, you've treated me better than most did in Arendelle."

"That doesn't matter." Elsa shakes her head, removing her hand from Anna’s grasp. "Mama would have been appalled with me and the way I've treated you."

A small smile comes to Anna's face as she thinks back to their mother. "She would've done that thing where she spoke too fast in Michif; you couldn't understand her."

"Then swats at you with whatever she was holding." Elsa's mouth curves up slightly; her gaze still focused on the small girl on her lap. "It used to terrify me when she did that."

"Me too." Anna agrees, still staring at her sister, whose smile has fallen once again, clearly thinking about their mother.

"She would have dealt with all of this much better than I have." The older sister states, knowing that Iduna would have welcomed Anna back into their home with open arms and would helped her readjust to their society.

Anna shrugs, "You've been doing the best you can manage. I know it's a lot with both Eliza and me. I've always have been a handful."

Elsa wills herself to look her younger sister, her sky blues eyes brimming with unshed tears. "That doesn't change anything. You and Eliza belong here in Ahtohallan; mother would have wanted you here with us."

"And you?" Anna inquires, her brows knitting together as she averts her sister's gaze. Elsa sighs, bringing concern to Anna. Elsa may have said that she belongs, but it didn't mean that her older sister wanted her there.

"Of course, I do." Elsa nods, finally reaching out to her sister to place her hand over Anna's. "Do you want to stay with me?"

"You're my sister." She replies, a small smile coming to her face as she squeezes Elsa’s hand slightly. "I love you."

The tears that brim Elsa's eyes finally fall down her cheek; she quickly wipes them away with the palm of her hand. She clears her throat, staring up at the sky to stop the tears. At the sight of her sister crying, Anna finds tears forming in her eyes.

"Don't cry." Elsa croaks. "If you cry, then I'll cry harder, and Bulda will know then we’ll have to talk about it."

"I don't understand how that woman knows these things." Anna giggles, wiping her eyes with the corner of her sleeve.

"Me either." Elsa chuckles, her tears finally stopping. Both of the women sigh, calming down from the various emotions they are going through. "We should be getting back."

Anna nods, blinking away the rest of her tears as she stands from the ground. She takes Eliza from her sister so the brunette can rise from the field with ease. As Elsa stands from the ground, she takes her niece back into her arms, wanting to hold her namesake as much as possible. She had missed so much in Eliza's life; she isn't going to miss anymore.

As the two women walk back towards the cabin, Anna suppresses the urge to take her sister's arm in her own; not wanting to overstep her boundaries. Bulda looks on as the two women walk back onto the property, grinning as she stares at the sisters.

"You two made it back in time.” Bulda greets the sisters with a smile, turning to the older one.  “Elsa, would you go get the men and tell them supper is ready? That is if they are sober enough to walk back here."

"Of course." Elsa politely smiles, handing Eliza to Marguerite before withdrawing from the women, making her way to the riverbank to collect the men.

"Anna, would you be a dear and grab Kristoff's knife from his bag? It seems like Cliff took mine to the river to gut the fish."

"Of course, where is his bag?"

"It's in the house; it'll be on the old bed," Bulda states, placing down the last plate in her hand. Anna nods in response, walking into the house without another word. As she passes the threshold of the cabin, a familiar smell overtakes Anna's senses.

The small cabin smells like cedarwood, overwhelmingly so causing her eyes to tear up at the scent. Looking around the small room, Anna sees the only bed tucked away in the corner of the room beside a small writing desk where a ratted bag lies.

The young woman makes her way to the writing desk, assuming the bag is Kristoff's. She feels self-conscious as she opens the bag, feeling uncomfortable with going through Kristoff's things without his permission.

Anna doesn't look in the bag, instead of letting her fingers brush against the various items, trying to locate the knife. She stops as her fingers brush something soft, woollen in texture. Furrowing her brows, Anna grabs the soft item, bringing it to the surface to get a better look at the object.

Her heart pounds as she sees an arrowed sash; the blue, black, red and white yarn interwoven; small yellow flowers beaded close to the fringe. She immediately recognizes it, though some of the colours have faded, and a few small beads have fallen off. Anna's hands tremble as she holds the garment.

A sash for my Kristoff.

That's what she had told Hans in what seemed like an eternity ago. Brushing her thumb over the beads, a small smile comes to her face. Nostalgia hitting her as she thinks back to that time when everything had been more uncomplicated in her life.  

Anna looks over her shoulder as she hears footsteps in the cabin. Kristoff stands behind her, hands tucked into his pockets, his eyes focused on the sash in her hands. She turns to face him, her fingers still brushing over the garment.

"You kept it." She states, her voice hoarse as her gaze remains fixated on him.

He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. "Y-yeah, I did."

"Why?" Anna remains unblinking as she waits for his answer. Kristoff looks down at his shoes, then finally looks up to meet her gaze.

"Why wouldn't I?" He sighs. Anna stares back down at the sash, the corner of her mouth quirking up as she recalls the painstaking effort she put into making this gift.

"I'm just surprised." She clears her throat. "You typically lose every sash given to you."

"Yeah…well, this one is different."

"How so?" Anna knows she is pressing buttons, but she doesn't care. The need to understand why Kristoff kept the sash she made him, bothering her to no end.

"Because…" He trails off with a huff. Anna stares at him, still unblinking as he thinks about his next words. Her heart races as she waits for his answer. He doesn't talk, instead  peering down at her as if she already knew the answer.

Anna nods, placing the sash behind her on the writing desk. "Yo-your mother needs a knife. I was searching for it, but now you're here, so…you can bring it to her."

She slips past Kristoff, her shoulder brushing his bicep as she walks towards the cottage's door.

Everyone is crowded around the table as she steps out of the cottage, Eliza settled upon Marguerite's lap as Sven tickles her feet. Bulda carries around her youngest grandchild, while Louise trails after Angelique. Cliff and Gabriel sit at the end of the table, arguing over politics while the Olaf and Guillaume chase one another, weaving through the maze of adults.

Elsa looks up to her sister from beside Marguerite, a reassuring smile coming to her face. Anna descends from the porch, coming to stand beside Bulda.

"I couldn't find Kristoff's knife," Anna states, placing a hand on the older woman's shoulder. "He's looking for it now."

"Thank you for looking, dear." Bulda looks up from the table, scanning the area. "Why don't you go sit beside Sven, that way you are closer to Eliza."

Anna nods, withdrawing from the woman to sit next to the Newfoundlander. He turns to her with a smile.

"You're not getting your child back." He jokes, nudging Anna's shoulder as she sits down. She giggles at his words, watching as Eliza buries her head into the crook of Marguerite's arm as if she was trying to hide from Sven.

She watches as Kristoff emerges from the house, the knife in his hands as he approaches his mother. He hands the knife to Bulda with a smile, the older woman places her hand on his neck, causing him to bend slightly so she can press a kiss to his cheek.

Anna feels self-conscious as Bulda points at her, unable but to feel as if she has done something wrong. Kristoff nods before stalking away from his mother, coming to sit in the empty seat next to her.

She looks down at her lap to avoid eye-contact with him, her chest constricting at how close they were seated as their shoulders nearly touch one another. Eliza's squeals tears Anna's gaze away from the purple of her skirt, instead of looking towards her daughter.

The little girl reaches forward towards her, leaning forward on Marguerite's lap. The adults laugh at the toddler's reaction.

"Looks like you were wrong." Marguerite teases Sven, handing Eliza over to Sven, who then hands her to Anna. Eliza stands on Anna's lap, being held up by her armpits.

"Hello, my darling." Anna coos, pressing a kiss to her daughter's chubby cheek. Her brows knit together as Eliza tries to turn away from her. Eliza's arms are still outstretched to her side, reaching to the man seated next to her.

Kristoff watches the little girl with a smile, pinching her nose between his thumb and forefinger lightly, emitting a loud shriek from Eliza. Anna smiles as she watches her childhood friend interact with her daughter, her gaze fixated on the way Kristoff grins while he plays with Eliza.

"Here, Anna, I'll take her." He offers, glancing up at Anna briefly before focusing his attention back on the toddler.

"Are you certain? She's not the easiest to handle at mealtime."

"Of course, I'm certain," Kristoff reassures her. "Come here, moon face." He picks Eliza up from her mothers' lap to settle her on his own. Anna can't help but smile at the nickname Kristoff had called her daughter.

"Moonface?" She questions, raising her brows in response. Kristoff chuckles as Eliza buries her hands into his beard.

"Yeah…well…because she has really round cheeks, her face looks like a moon." He replies. Anna stares at him, noticing the blush that spreads up his neck. Bringing her gaze forward, she sees Bulda staring at the three of them, a smile spreading across her face as she watches them interact with one another.

Anna stares back down at her lap, avoiding eye contact with the other woman who continues to stare at the couple knowingly. In the corner of her eye, she catches the smile Kristoff flashes her before turning his attention back to Eliza. A small smile crossing her features as her daughter giggles loudly.

Anna had been putting this off for months now. When she first arrived in Ahtohallan, she couldn't bear the thought of visiting without the support of Elsa, but now everything is changing between them, ever since their conversation nearly a week ago.

She dresses in the green dress Iduna had made for her two years ago, the last time her father would visit them as a family. As she finishes buttoning the back of her dress, Anna makes her way to the armoire. She stands in front of the open doors, grabbing a lilac dress for Eliza, who sits happily on the bed.

"Alright, sweetheart." Anna coos as she approaches her daughter, pushing away Eliza's chubby arms as she attempts to undress her from the nightgown. The woman throws her daughter's nightgown towards the pillows before slipping the dress over Eliza's head, careful not to be too rough when putting her arms through the sleeves.  

"There we are!" She exclaims, picking the toddler up from the bed. As they walk towards the cabin door, Anna straightens out the skirt of Eliza's dress; covering her daughter’s bottom before leaving the house.

She squints as they step through the threshold of the cottage; the sun already high and hot in the sky. Anna steps off the porch, searching the property for any evidence to see if Elsa is still on the lot. The tracks of her sister’s boots in the dirt, which lead away from the house, give the young woman an indication that Elsa has already left for the day. With a sigh, Anna makes her way towards the road, disappointed that her sister isn't with her.

It isn't going to be easy.

Her heartbeat hammers in her ears as she approaches closer to the place; she shakes with anxiety with every step. Anna holds Eliza close to her, the presence of her daughter bringing some comfort to the young mother.

Anna stops as she approaches the church, the high wooden steeple looming over her as she stares at it. Stepping onto the wooden pathway, Anna lets out a shaky breath trying to steady her shaking hands, so she doesn't drop Eliza.

She steps off of the pathway onto the grass halfway to the church building. The high and unkempt grass tickles her legs as she walks through the bush as they approach the gated off section. Anna shifts Eliza on her hip as she slowly pushes the iron gate open, leaving it unlatched as she walks through the rows of crosses.

Her eyes scan each name inscribed on the white wooden crosses as she passes each one, stopping as she finally comes across the name. Anna kneels in front of the cross, placing Eliza on her lap as she numbly stares at it:

Iduna Josette Baptiste 1811-1852

Anna doesn't say anything; the only noises are the birds chirping, and Eliza's babbles as she plays with the foxtails growing near her Noohkoom's grave. A smile crosses her features as Eliza wobbly stands up, putting her hands against the wood.

She moves closer to the cross, placing a hand on her daughter’s back. "Yeah, honey, that's your Noohkoom." She pulls Eliza back onto her lap, resting her cheek against her daughter's head.

Her eyes begin to flutter as tears start to form, thinking about how her daughter would never meet her grandmother. Tears spill over as she begins to reflect that she'll never hear or speak to her own mother ever again. Anna had always assumed as a child and young woman, that Iduna would be there helping her with motherhood, but she isn't.

She hadn't even been able to mourn her properly; Hans had disallowed her to attend the funeral to mourn with her sister and her community. He had forbidden her from cutting her hair after the burial, stating it would take away from her femininity.

Staring at the grave, Anna notices how the white paint of the cross is already chipping away from the wood. Anna collects Eliza into her arms as she stands from the grass, unbothered by the burrs that stick to the fabric.

Reluctantly she turns away from the cross, stepping through the brush to make her way back to the road. Anna looks back to her mother's cross as she closes the iron gate. Her hand drags against the cold metal as she pulls away from the cemetery, tears still pooling in her eyes as she walks down the road back to their home.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Anna stares into the darkroom of the cabin. She looks over her shoulder to ensure Eliza still slept soundly beside her, nestled between two pillows. Carefully Anna rises from the bed cautious not to disturb her sleeping daughter.

She shivers as she walks towards the table, the cold floor sending chills into her body with every step. Anna sits at the surface, frustration bubbling up inside of her due to her inability to sleep. She knows she has been blessed with a child who, for the most part, sleeps soundly throughout the night; yet it evades her.

As Anna taps her fingers against the pinewood, her forefinger brushes against a cold metal object, pulling the young woman out of her thoughts. On instinct, Anna pulls her hand away before she hesitantly reaches out to the object. It’s Elsa’s knife, the curve and point of the steel and carved handle unmistakable in her hands. Anna traces her fingers against the indentations of the handle, staring down at the item.

Standing from the table, Anna looks over her shoulder to confirm that Eliza is still sleeping. She quietly pads across the room, knife still in hand as she makes her way towards the front door. As she opens the door, Anna winces as it creaks loudly on its hinge. She quickly slips through the doorway, gently shutting it, trying not to make any more noise.

Anna settles herself on the porch, her feet dangling off the side as she ignores the shiver that pulses through her body. Much to her relief, the moon provides enough light for her to complete the task ahead of her; she had forgotten a lamp inside and knows she won’t carry through with this if she returns inside.

The ribbon that secures her loose braid falls away as Anna tugs on it. She brushes her fingers through her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders.

She hadn’t cut it since she was a child when her Noohkoom passed, she was nine-years-old. Now her hair nearly touches her waist, something which always irritated her as a teen. She hated the way it tangled and collected various bits of nature; leaves were commonly found in her curls at bedtime.

Recalling Iduna patiently brushing sap out of her daughter’s hair, telling her and Elsa that their hair is a connection to their culture and heritage, only to be cut when someone in the community passes or when they have experienced significant loss.

It wasn’t until Arendelle did Anna learn to love her hair; Hans had always called it her greatest beauty. She always savoured the way Hans would run his fingers through it when he made love to her, how he used to tell her that it made her seem more ladylike; despite her unladylike disposition.

Her face drops as she thinks about all of the compliments he used to give her, knowing he most likely has used them with her; that he whispers the same sweet words he once whispered to Anna, how he places his lips against the shell of her ear to whisper them as his forefinger brushes against her shoulder before lowering her onto their bed to take her.

She had experienced loss since leaving for Arendelle. Anna had lost her mother to disease before the birth of her daughter. She had lost her language, her identity and her culture; everything her hair is supposed to symbolize. She had lost the man she loved.

Without any thought, she grabs the ends of her hair, striking at it with the knife. A few pieces fall to the porch, pooling on her thighs as she cuts away at it. Her focus intensifying, wanting it gone so desperately she doesn’t hear the door open.

“Anna?” Elsa’s voice rings throughout the darkness. Looking at her younger sister, the ends of her hair jagged and strewn about the porch. Elsa takes a step closer to Anna, offering her a small smile. “Would you help with that?”

The auburn-haired woman nods, feeling like a child as Elsa kneels behind her. Elsa’s hand is outstretched, requesting the knife still in Anna’s hand. Anna relinquishes the blade over to her sister, placing her hands on her thighs, jumping slightly as Elsa brushes the hair back to collect it.

Anna draws her knees up to her chest, sitting still as possible while Elsa cuts away at the past. Neither of them speak, the older sister focusing on the hair falling away while the younger stares out into the night.

“Here.” Elsa finally says, holding out the auburn tresses over Anna’s shoulder. With her opposite hand, Anna takes the hair, bundling the strands with the ribbon. Reaching behind her back, Anna feels her hair has been cut to the middle of her shoulder blades.

“Thank you.” She says, tears pooling in her eyes as she stares at the cut hair. On instinct, Anna leans back, resting against her sister. Elsa’s hand hovers over Anna, surprised at the affectionate gesture. With a smile Elsa crosses her arm over Anna’s chest, resting her chin on her sister’s shoulder.

“Do you think she’s really up there?” Anna asks, breaking the silence between the two of them. Elsa sighs, a tear slipping down her cheek as she ponders about their mother’s spirit.

“I do.” She croaks, trying to hide her tears. Anna places her hand over her sister’s, relaxing in her embrace as they sit together looking up at the sky, tears pooling in both of their eyes as they reflect on the past. Both of them vowing to move forward to heal and to help one another, no matter what happened now.

Notes: 

So yeah, in many Indigenous cultures hair is seen as sacred due to varying different reasons depending on the tribe/band and traditionally is only cut when someone close has died or they experienced loss.

I'll be completely honest, I tried to find anything on Metis haircutting traditions and didn't really come up with a lot. So I based most of this chapter on Cree views of cutting hair (mostly because the girls have Cree ancestry). One article I found was on the cutting of hair at Residential schools for Metis children, so that gave me the impression that they hold it in the same regard. But I apologize if that's not actually the case.

THANKS TO LIV!!! FOR BEING SO WONDERFUL AND SMART. Helping me with wording for this chapter and teaching me English rules, it's very appreciated and ilysm!

#kristanna #kristoff bjorgman #anna of arendelle #Mistress Anna #Canadian Frontier Au

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December 3rd-A Union

Universe: Canon (Post Frozen 2)

Rating: G (General, this is very fluffy!)

Length: 3851 Words

A/N: Can you say “troll wedding redux”? You knew I had to do it, right? We couldn’t get all this new beautiful gorgeous content without me taking another crack at a wedding fic. We’re truly living in the best time KA fans.

By the dark of night, a wagon slipped through the streets of Arendelle. In the front seat sat a couple holding hands and leaning together closely. The reindeer pulling them knew the way and needed no guidance, the silence of the night was undisturbed by the soft clomp of his hooves on the cobblestones and by the rolling of the wheels. No one stirred or thought twice of the pair as they left the city and road for the cliffs and up further into the forest that sat below Arendelle’s mountains. Save, of course for one man out late, who gave the pair a glance but little more.

“Are you sure that this is what you want?” the man asked gently placing his hand on the side of the woman’s face once they were far from the city. He had pulled a blanket tightly around her, keeping the summer night’s chill from settling into her bones.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything,” she answered as they continued into the night together.

***

The affair was anything but solemn. It was assuredly not like any wedding she had ever seen before she met him. She knew that some weddings were happy, but the aristocratic ones she had experienced as a child were deeply somber affairs with little rejoicing and more politics than celebration. Here, however, as she was being dressed in a cloak of moss and a crown of crystals over the simple white gown she’d had made for just this purpose, she found joy and merriment surrounding her on all sides.

“You look lovely your majesty,” a small rock troll called from somewhere close to her feet. A young one, whose name she had yet to be told.

“Thank you,” she said softly, “But please call me Anna, we’ll be family soon.”

“You’re already family,” Bulda replied, reaching up from her place stacked upon sisters and aunts and cousins and other female relatives to tuck Anna’s hair behind her ear with a practiced gentleness. For all the ways in which she differed from Iduna, species perhaps being the most obvious, Anna was glad to call the troll family, to call her a mother of sorts.

“You are,” a familiar voice called from behind.

As she turned Anna watched Elsa step into the clearing from the forest’s edge. She’d dispatched word of tonight’s plan to her just a few short days before, and she was happy to see that her sister was able to make it.

“Elsa!” a few of the younger trolls ran to her gleefully and were rewarded with a pat on the head before the woman set back off on her course to her sister’s side.

“The Northuldra send their unofficial congratulations and anxiously await sending an emissary for the royal wedding. I had to talk Ryder and Honeymaren into staying behind until next week. You should have seen Ryder’s face, he really wanted to know what a troll wedding looked like.”

Anna laughed at her sisters words and stretched out her arms to embrace her. It hadn’t been as if she hadn’t just seen her a few days before, but now that they were living apart, she always looked forward to seeing her sister.

Elsa, of course stepped up immediately and threw herself into the embrace. Anna couldn’t imagine anything better than having her sister there with her, surrounded by other key members of her found family.

“I’m so happy you could make it!” Anna said, kissing her sister’s cheek before releasing her from the hug. She knew of course that Elsa would always come when she called for her, as quickly as Gale’s wind could bring a letter and as fast as Nokk’s legs could carry them across the border, but seeing Elsa enter the valley was the final weight she needed to lift from her shoulders.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world Anna. I’m so happy for you both.”

Anna watched as Elsa scanned the space for Kristoff, he was of course, getting his own troll treatment on the other side of the valley, obscured by boulders from their current location. She flushed thinking about him, Kristoff had been so thrilled when Anna had been the one to suggest a troll wedding, and when she had decided that it needed to come before their royal wedding he’d kissed her with such zeal she would have fallen back without his arms readily catching her and pulling her tight to him.

She wanted to marry him in front of their families and no one else. It wasn’t an option for a Queen to have a private wedding, and she knew that it would bring too much joy to her people to have a small closed ceremony, and as such the idea of absconding to the woods with Kristoff by the cover of night to have their troll wedding was equal parts thrilling and deeply satisfying. She’d have a secret no one knew when they watched her court wedding, she and Kristoff and their family and close friends would be able to spend the day reveling in the fact that the pair was, in fact, already wed.

“May I?” Elsa asked her sister, looking down at the simple white gown she was wearing. Anna had selected it specifically for the fact that it was simple and unadorned, knowing for a fact that upon seeing her in it, Elsa would contribute her own magic to the evening.

She nodded enthusiastically, “I was hoping you’d ask.”

Grinning broadly, in a way that had been all too rare to see when she had been Queen, Elsa flicked a hand out towards her dress and Anna found with little shock, but plenty of glee, that her sister had covered her simple gown with small ice flowers.

She couldn’t help but smile in return when Elsa took in her work and looked up to her tearily, “You’re a beautiful bride Anna.”

Anna felt tears form in her own eyes and the adoring oohs and ahs of the trolls admiring the additional work Elsa had provided were not enough to drown out her sniffle.

“No! No crying on your wedding day!” Elsa said, sniffling in return, “If you cry I’m going to cry and Bulda…”

She trailed off and Anna knew it was because, of course, the female troll was, with her relatives, already wiping away tears.

“Too late,” Anna said sheepishly, letting a few tears fall from the corners of her eyes. Her chest was tight, but it was because her heart was full. She had imagined her wedding a hundred times as a child, she’d imagined the dashing Princesses she’d wed and how pretty they would all look in their finery. But now, standing in a gown covered in ice flowers, her shoulders draped with moss and crystals, and her sister in her white “goddess” gown, surrounded by loving family and friends, knowing that she was about to marry a man kinder, braver, and more loving than any Prince, she knew all of her imaginings were put to shame.

“I suppose,” Elsa said, opening her arms for another embrace which Anna walked into gladly, “a few happy tears couldn’t hurt.”

***

Kristoff smiled broadly as Cliff placed the crown of sticks on his head. It felt good to have this wedding to share with his family, and he couldn’t deny the perks of a wedding where he only needed to wear his shirt and trousers along with the traditional wear rather than a full fitted suit. The fact that this was all Anna’s idea made his heart swell. She’d wanted to marry him before their public wedding, she’d wanted to share a tradition with him.

He couldn’t help but to think back to how far they’d come from the first time they were in the valley together, preparing for the same ceremony under completely different circumstances. That Anna was on the other side of the valley from him, obscured from his view by boulders, getting ready to marry him was something he still could scarcely believe.

“Oh Kristoff my boy, you have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for this day.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle, his adoptive father looking up at him from his place stacked on the shoulders of other family members. Nothing about this, he thought, was likely how Anna imagined her wedding day, but he had always known just how his family expected this to go for him, whether or not they ever believed he would find someone to love was a different story of course, but they all seemed so happy to watch it happen. That they loved Anna too was something that brought him immense pride and joy.

“I don’t know if I should say you clean up nice or…?”

Kristoff grinned and turned to the side, seeing a familiar woman break into the men’s space. He supposed she was welcome to do so, even if she was no longer the Queen, she still commanded immense power, and who was anyone to try to stop her? Not that anyone seemed to be making a move to do so. She was family as well, and welcome to engage in the rules or break them as she saw fit.

“Well the moss and sticks doesn’t exactly give the illusion of “clean” does it?” he asked in return as some of the youngest trolls reached up to her so that they would receive small touches and flakes of snow from Elsa. She was well loved in the valley. The magic in her spoke to the trolls just as it did to the forest’s elements and combining that with the fact that she was family meant that the youngest were entirely unable to keep themselves from seeking her attentions and affections.

That she gave them so willingly was another reason Kristoff loved and respected his soon to be sister-in-law. She was already, of course, family to him. She had been since he and Anna began their courtship.

“Well you look nice,” she said gesturing to his regalia, “Mind if I give you a little something extra?”

Kristoff shook his head and smiled, “Elsa, ice is my life. How could I say no?”

She snorted when she laughed, and Kristoff in return chuckled. She looked like she’d just been crying, and it was all he needed to know that she’d gone to see Anna first. The ceremony was to begin very soon, so he fully expected her to return to her sister in short order.

With a grin and a flick of her wrist Kristoff found that pinned to his shirt, just over his heart and only slightly obscured by his moss cape, was an ice flower.

“It’s perfect Elsa, thank you!”

She nodded pleasantly and he opened his arms to embrace her. They’d grown close over the years, their relationship becoming something that he could trust in. She was Anna’s sister, but in a lot of ways she was like the sibling he’d never had. They shared a sense of humor in a lot of things, and their love for Anna was only rivaled by the other’s. Despite how refined she always seemed to be and how rough he knew he was, they’d been able to create a meaningful bond.

She squeezed him tightly before they both let go of the other.

“I have to get back to Anna before things start, but I wanted to say that I’m so happy this is how you two chose to do this. It reminds me of the stories Anna used to invent when she was little about forests and princes and trolls.”

“We’re happy too!” Cliff replied, gesturing for Elsa to come close. She giggled as the old troll pressed a kiss to her cheek, “Welcome to the family officially Elsa.”

She reached a handout to the troll and one to Kristoff, squeezing them both as she said her thanks and returned to her sister.

“Ready?”

Kristoff nodded to the group of trolls around him, his family, and felt his heart race as they started rolling around him, indicating that it was in fact time for him to get moving.

He was about to marry the love of his life.

***

Anna’s heart raced when she saw Kristoff walking towards her. She wanted to break out into a run, to leap into his arms instead of calmly walking to meet him in the middle of the valley as she was meant too. She tried to keep her breathing even, to put one foot in front of the other in measured steps.

He was handsome, as he always was, but seeing him in the troll regalia, as she had nearly three years to the day before, made her tear up again. They’d done this once before, but this time it was really happening. She was going to marry Kristoff Bjorgman, her best friend, the man who loved her unconditionally and in the ways she’d always dreamed of being loved.

She only hoped that she would be the wife he deserved, she would do everything she could to be what he needed, though she suspected that she only needed to be herself in order to do so. She was still learning to love herself in a lot of ways, but seeing the way he did it so effortlessly over the past three years had helped her immensely. Kristoff loved her, and she loved him. His love was not fragile, and neither was hers. She would love him with all that she was because it was what he deserved.

He was looking at her like she hung the stars, or like he would reach out and catch them for her if only she asked. He often looked at her that way, but today it was special. She couldn’t help but appreciatively take him in in return. Seeing him comfortable in his skin, looking every bit like a prince of the forest, she couldn’t help but to think that maybe every fairytale she’d read as a child had prepared her for this day. He was her happily ever after, and he was quickly approaching her.

When they reached the center of the valley she saw Pabbie waiting for them standing on a raised stone dais above a hole in the ground which was partially covered with a moss and mushroom covered arch. Kristoff offered her his hand and as she took it she felt butterflies in her stomach.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered as he helped her gently, one hand on her back, into the hole and followed her in with ease.

She flushed and she could hardly take her eyes off his eyes to look at Pabbie as he started to address them and the accumulated crowd of trolls, humans, reindeer, and magical snowmen. She knew Kristoff meant it whenever he said anything to her, he wasn’t one to say anything he didn’t mean, but she could see adoration in his eyes, and in the tight space they’d lowered themselves into, his hand still holding hers closely, she could feel it too.

“Thank you,” she whispered back, “You’re handsome as ever.”

When she saw him blush, she nearly giggled. He always went red when she complimented him, and she thought she’d never tire of his reactions to her affections. After three years of being together she doubted that being married would affect the way they interacted at all, except of course, it might allow them to be a little more bold in public. That, she was certainly looking forward to.

“I’m so happy we’re doing this,” she whispered to which he nodded in return.

“Me too,” his voice was so low it was barely a whisper. Anna wondered if anyone noticed that they were in their own world, because try as she might to focus on what Pabbie was saying, all she could do was focus on Kristoff.

His fingers were running gently over her knuckles, a comforting gesture that told her that while he was just as ready to say “I do” as she was.

She heard Pabbie clearing his throat and when she looked up to him he was smiling at them expectantly. She couldn’t help but give a little giggle when Kristoff realized they’d been caught making eyes instead of listening. From the smiles she saw around them though, she knew no one was holding it against them.

“Your vows?”

Kristoff nodded quickly and then turning back to her and squeezing her hand softly, he began to speak.

“Anna, for years I thought that I wasn’t made for loving someone. I never really thought much about being with someone, or what it would mean, but the day I met you, everything changed. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, you have so much love in your heart and so much life in your smile and because you’ve chosen to share that with me, I want to live everyday with you doing my best to be the man that you deserve.”

“You already are,” she said subtly, perhaps low enough that he could only hear her. It interrupted him for just a moment, but she was rewarded for it with the softest smile she’d ever seen him give.

“I will live every day, every moment I can being there for you Anna. I will catch you when you fall, I’ll cheer you through every success and hold you through every difficult moment. I promise you that no matter what happens in our lives, I’ll be there at your side because I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love anyone.”

She felt the tears coming from her eyes before she could think to hold them back. She knew for a fact that she was an ugly crier, but Kristoff didn’t seem to mind, holding her hand even tighter and reaching up his other hand to gently wipe her tears away. He wasn’t rushing her, he was giving her all the time she needed before giving her vows in return. She squeezed his hand back, taking his sign of patience and love for comfort before doing her best to compose herself.

“Kristoff, when I was little I always dreamed of romance and I probably read too many stories about true love, but when I found you I realized that maybe the reason those dreams and stories exist to begin with is because true love is real, and I know now that it is, because that’s what you’ve given me. You’ve loved me through pain, through hardship, through fear, and I can never repay you for the many times you’ve saved me by being there, but I promise you that I will try my hardest, every single day to give you the same love and trust and feeling of safety that you’ve given me.”

“There’s nothing to repay,” he whispered in return, his thumb running over her knuckles lovingly.

She melted, leaning in even closer to him as she continued. “I promise to love you through every bump in the road, through every season, and to take every challenge in stride with you at my side. I promise that I will never let us go to sleep angry, that I’ll always make time for you and for us no matter how hard it seems to manage. I will always love you Kristoff, because you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more.”

She heard Pabbie instruct them, heard the crying and the joyous murmuring of their assembled guests, but all she could focus on was that he was reaching into his pocket and drawing out a beautiful green crystal. It’s bottom was fractured, and she reached into the small pouch at her side, retrieving it’s mate and holding it’s fractured end out to him.

They were two halves of a whole, like the crystals they had been given for the ceremony. As he reached out, connecting them, she heard the trolls excitedly start to cheer, but even more so she heard Pabbie announce them husband and wife.

Kristoff, as always, didn’t seem to mind how quickly she closed the space between them. He always seemed to smile at her enthusiasm, and so when she kissed him, she could feel the soft upturn to his lips. His nose nudged gently against hers, and she felt his hand slide up the crystal until their fingers interlaced with the now magically whole and glowing gem closed inside their joined palms. She closed her eyes and pressed ever closer to him as his other hand slipped down her back.

***

Just before the first of dawn’s light a wagon rolled down the cobblestone streets of Arendelle. Everyone in town, either still asleep, or busying themselves with baking of the day’s bread and eating their breakfast, paid it little mind, save for a young girl peering out the window of her home.

“Mama! Papa!” she exclaimed as she watched the cart pass, “It’s the Queen! She’s with Mr. Bjorgman and their reindeer. They’ve come back from the woods!”

From the kitchen her mother sighed, “Now Leah my darling girl, again with the stories? You should be in bed still my little thing. What would the Queen possibly be doing riding into town at such an early hour.”

Leah smiled broadly, “They must’ve been out there kissing all night!”

She excitedly ran over to the small fainting couch in the corner of the room and collapsed on it dramatically, “They’re so in love!”

Her father chuckled, drinking his morning tea from his chair nearby, “That they are my dear, perhaps you’re right.”

His wife laughed in the kitchen, “Oh don’t encourage her Jakob, she’s already up in the clouds.”

He smiled setting down his teacup on the end table to walk over to where his daughter still lay sprawled out dramatically.

“We should all have our head in the clouds sometimes Birgit,” he called to his wife before stooping down to his daughter’s level to whisper in her ear, “Perhaps they were being married by the trolls? I read about such a thing in a storybook once when I was young like you my girl.”

Leah popped up from her reclined position excitedly, “Will you tell me about it Papa?”

“After breakfast!”

Jakob laughed and scooped his little girl into his arms. He certainly could not tell his wife that he had seen the couple head for the woods the night before. She’d never believe him either! She liked to think that their daughter got her romantic streak from him, but he thought that no one in Arendelle could possibly see the way in which Mr. Bjorgman, a humble ice harvester from the mountains, loved their Queen so purely and she him, without feeling at least a bit romantic themselves.

He kissed his daughter’s cheek and brought her with him to the kitchen to take their early breakfast. He only hoped that the royal couple, returning to the palace, would find as much joy in life as he had now found around his breakfast table.

#kristanna advent 2019 #kristanna #frozen 2 fanfic #troll wedding #this is soft as hell #Also for those who don't know I don't proof read anything for this whole month so sorry if this is a mess and a half #prepare yourselves!

[bad-at-names-and-faces]

The Coronation

Chapter 20

chapter index

Inga struggled in the water. The young man had appeared out of nowhere, startling her horse, throwing her into the bay. He was a rough, dark-haired stranger. He came and lifted her swiftly out of the brackish water, the shock of cool morning air on her damp skin hardly noticed in his warm embrace, he carried her to his horse, and rode away with her.  

As they approached the city, she asked him his name.  He didn’t say, but suddenly the city had vanished, and instead of the low hills of Corona she saw the steep cliffs along the fjord approaching Arendelle. The dark-haired stranger was now the leering redhead.  Inga wanted to scream, but her throat wouldn’t let out any sound.  There was no escape. The man was taking her prisoner. 

Inga woke with a start.  She hated the dreams with the leering redhead, but even more, she hated that he had now intruded himself onto the more pleasant dream. She tried  to remember the more pleasant beginning, but it was already fading.  She usually had the other dream after someone brought up the stories about her mother. It always felt real, and she needed to bring herself back to reality. 

The clock was striking six, and the sky was only just starting to get light, but she needed to sleep a little longer, since the coronation festivities that day would go late into the night.

***

Henry sat down at the nearly empty breakfast table.

"It's almost eight, you're barely going to have time to eat," his sister told him as he poured himself coffee. 

"Where is everyone else?"  

“They’re already getting ready,” she sighed.  “I told them I’d wait for you. We’re going to need to get into our costumes soon, too, you know.”

“Costumes?” Henry laughed.

“You know what I mean,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’d hardly call what they were fitting us for yesterday regular clothing.  We’ll change before dinner, at least.  You have something picked out to wear to dinner, right?  Ask Father for advice if you haven’t.”

"I have something picked out," he grumbled. "Even I know this isn't some random state dinner."

"Well, of course," Hilde smiled. "You want to look nice for her, don't you?"

"What?" He looked up. "No. I mean, that's not it. I was going to, anyway."

"But it's extra motivation, isn't it?" she winked.

"Just… don't say anything more? Please?" he looked at her. 

Hilde giggled.  "This is about that viking comment, isn't it?"

"I'm never going to share anything with you ever again at this rate," he grumbled. 

"I'll be good," she promised as she got up from the table.  "I'm going now. I'll send someone to find you in a few minutes if you're not ready."

***

Elizabeth’s sisters had been quite jealous when they heard that she would get to go to all of the Coronation events. Inga wore the new ballgown that Elizabeth had gotten her, but chose the old shoes she had packed from home, because there was going to be dancing.  Inga had to call on the palace maids to help her fit into the gown.  She wasn’t quite sure how this would work with dinner and dancing, but it was slightly less painful than it had been a few days before. 

Elizabeth and Inga had spent a lot of time together in the days since they had arrived in Corona though they had avoided certain topics of conversation. The times that Inga had managed to see Elsa, Frederick was usually there, too.  He had been sticking with either his aunt or his sister since his encounter with the unknown ladies.  Inga tried to be understanding, but there were several discussion topics that she couldn’t bring up with either Elizabeth or her aunt when he was around.  

The Coronation itself was a grand, formal affair like nothing Inga or Frederick had seen. Prince Henry and Princess Clothilde of Corona looked serious and formal, and Inga almost didn't recognize them from the other morning, both gazing vacantly over everyone's heads.  There were people from dozens of kingdoms in the cathedral, and Inga was trying to remember if any of them had visited Arendelle.  She knew no one from Wesselton or the Southern Isles had visited in her lifetime, and she eyed their representatives cautiously.  After the ceremony had ended, she tried her best to listen in as names were announced heading into the banquet, but her family were considered special guests of the Corona Royal Family, and she was too busy being seated to properly hear or see when the guests of interest were announced.

Inga had hoped to possibly speak more with Hilde, but for the banquet she was seated on the opposite side of her parents and grandparents, near some young man she seemed familiar with.  Frederick was sitting between Elsa and Prince Henry.  Inga sat between her aunt and Elizabeth, and listened to the latter tell Lady Amelia of Wesselton about her father's ship, her recent trip to Arendelle, and her fiance's posting there. Elizabeth would occasionally check in on Inga, who would try to listen in on some of Lady Amelia’s stories of Wesselton.  Inga realized she knew very little about the country despite its being so close to Arendelle.

On the other side, Elsa was eating quietly, and seemed to be deep in thought. Inga wished that she could think of something to speak about, but all the things she wanted to ask seemed better for a less public setting. She could hear bits of conversation between her brother and Prince Henry to the other side, mostly about Frederick’s newfound love of sailing, or the relative merits of horses versus reindeer.  Looking around the room, she tried to identify anyone she had seen before in Arendelle, but she didn’t recognize any of them. 

"You should come to Arendelle some time," Frederick was telling Prince Henry, "then we can show you around."

Inga wished her brother wouldn’t go inviting people they’d only just met to come visit, though she supposed that Frederick had every right to make friends. The two kept talking.

A moment later she noticed Frederick standing up, and heard Prince Henry as they walked past.  "There's a good view from the balcony out there, why don't I show you?"

"Inga," Frederick spoke up, patting her shoulder, "you look bored, come with us!"

"Um, I guess so," Inga hemed, "Elsa?"

"No, thank you," their aunt smiled. "Please, you go enjoy yourselves."

Inga reluctantly followed her brother and Prince Henry out to the large balcony. She had fully intended to make it through the trip without having to think about foreign princes, though her misadventure the first morning had certainly made it all the more difficult.  She was used to falling back on pure formalities when dealing with an interested prince, but she realized she couldn’t address him as “Your Highness” without sounding almost rude at this point. 

She gasped a little as they walked out on the balcony; it was indeed a very nice view. She might have to admit that it was one of the more spectacular views she had seen.  She certainly hadn’t seeen any cities like this. It wasn't yet dark, though the sun had set almost a half hour earlier. There was the thinnest crescent moon about to set, following the sun. Inga tried to see the different locations Prince Henry described to her brother. She recognized where their ship had docked a few days earlier, and the bridge they rode over that first morning was hard to miss, but the rooftops all looked similar, and blocked the views of the narrow streets. Elizabeth came outside just then, and Inga felt a little more comfortable when she saw her.

"Oh, there's our house!" Elizabeth exclaimed, pointing, "and I see the naval headquarters over there!"

"I think I recognize some of the places from our ride," Inga remarked quietly to Elizabeth, though she had to admit to herself that she wasn’t entirely sure where she had been.

A moment later, Lady Amelia came outside and told Elizabeth that she wished to introduce her to an admiral from the Wesselton navy. 

"Inga, I'll be right back," Elizabeth assured her as she followed her back inside, "I promise!" 

"Are we missing dessert?" Frederick asked as if on cue, and walked back inside. 

"They'll be serving dessert for an entire hour!" Prince Henry called after him. "Oh, nevermind. Your brother enjoys his food, doesn't he?" 

"Yes, well, he's growing," Inga sighed. 

Henry laughed, but didn’t say anything.  Inga glanced back at the door, hoping to see someone come back out, but nobody did. She wished she could breathe more freely.  She was wondering if she’d even be able to dance later. She was also wondering if it was really just the corset.  She was used to talking to men she could address formally, and she was used to talking to her father and brothers and people she could view as almost family, but she had never thought very hard about talking with someone who didn’t seem to belong to one of those categories. When she looked back, she made eye contact with Henry. He seemed to sense her discomfort.

“Sorry,” he said, looking away.

“What?” Inga looked back at him.

“Sorry for making things awkward the other day, I guess,” he answered, looking out over the city.

“Oh, um.” she tried to think of the appropriate reply.  “Thanks.”   

“Thanks?” he repeated, looking at her.

“What was I supposed to say?” she asked, reminding herself that he wasn’t actually standing that close to her. She couldn’t touch him if she stretched out her arm. That was plenty of space.

“You could tell me that I wasn’t making things awkward with you,” he suggested petulantly.

“Why would I say that if it actually was awkward?” she asked incredulously. 

“Because… um…” he sputtered, his voice cracking a little. “Fine, you’re not flirting with me, then?” The moon had set an hour earlier and it was too dark out to see his face clearly.

“Nevermind, you’re right, it wasn’t awkward before,” she groaned.  She could feel him watching her, and turned to look the opposite direction.  She was finding it even harder to breathe than at the beginning of the evening, and tried leaning on the railing of the balcony, but her dress made it difficult.  

“I just thought-” he stopped himself.

“What?” she huffed. “You thought that I’m going to be teasing and giggling like those ladies from… wherever it is they’re from.”

“The ones from Wesselton?” he asked in disgust.

“Maybe? I don’t know,” she felt disarmed by his reply. “Frederick ran into them our first day here.”

“They arrived the day before you,” Henry explained. “I’ve been avoiding them, too. I’m eighteen now, so they had their eyes on me. I suppose your brother would be a good second choice.  I’m… no, I mean…  you’re nothing like that, I know that.”

“Oh.” She swallowed, not sure how to respond. 

“Your brother told me about what our Ambassador said, by the way,” he chuckled weakly.

“Oh. That,” she grumbled, slowly turning back around and rubbing her forehead. “I hope my brother made it very clear I came here in spite of that and not because of that.”  Inga realized she had managed to forget about the Ambassador’s invitation since their arrival in Corona.  

“I think he mentioned that,” Henry snorted.

"It’s so frustrating,” she blurted out.  “I really have no plans of marrying any time soon. And my parents aren’t into, well... that sort of diplomacy, you know what I mean?”

He looked over at her. "Well then, I guess that's all cleared up now, isn't it?" 

"And now I really have made it awkward, haven't I?" Inga blushed.  At home she had almost gotten control over talking too much and saying things that could be left unsaid. 

They both stood looking over the city for a few minutes. 

"It's not that I don't want to get married eventually," she found herself saying, breaking the silence, "but when almost everyone has been throwing their princes and dukes my way since I was hardly more than twelve, it gets a bit tiresome."

"But you just said that’s not what your parents want for you, right?" he asked, keeping his eyes focused on the city.

"No," she replied quickly. "It’s definitely not their idea, but I don’t think they really noticed that it was going on, and they really don't know what to tell me. They try, but it's obvious they have no idea what to do about me.  I think their latest idea is trying to fix that, keep me from feeling like my only option is to get married, but that wouldn’t stop the attention, just change who it’s from.” 

“I think I remember your brother saying something about that, too.”

“The less said, the better,” she sighed. “But it’s certainly not my idea, if you’re talking about what I think you are.”

“Well, he seems to think you’re a better fit, anyway,” Henry smiled, looking back at her. She tried to keep looking straight ahead.

“He just needs time to grow up,” Inga insisted. 

“And they’re worried about nobody staying on the throne long enough for that to happen?” he smirked.

Inga glared at him. “That’s not funny.”

“Sorry.” He looked at her. 

“It’s just… you know…” she stammered. “It’s something I think about a lot.”

“That and worrying about being married off, I take it?” 

“Well, I'm rather worried about making a mistake," she began.

"Like me?" Prince Henry looked back at her curiously.

"Not exactly, I mean- no, not you.  At least, I haven’t heard anything bad about you…” she had been completely facing him, and turned herself to face away from him quickly enough that her skirts rustled and swung against him. “But that’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean?” 

“My mother… my mother, she had…  well, everyone knows that story. Surely you’ve heard it if your father taught you… that vocabulary.” she looked at him pointedly. “I mean, it’s the usual thing, I’ll be talking to some ambassador or other, and if I say that I’m not interested in getting married yet, they give a knowing nod and in hushed tones they tell me they can understand and they won’t bring it up again.  And they all think they’re in on some big conspiracy by not talking about it around us.”

“Um… Is this about the ice thing? Because I know about that.  My parents were there, you know.”

“Well, I only just learned about their visit right before I came here,” she laughed.  “So I suppose I should just be thankful to learn that family gossip hasn’t gotten around to quite everyone.”

He looked at her with a puzzled expression. “What did you just learn? I don’t seem to be up to following the conversation.” 

“Just that your parents know my parents. I… I really hadn’t known that. Especially not my father and yours.”

“Oh!” he laughed. “Well, I can tell you all about it, I think. I suppose it’s my fault they lost touch. Or, well, both mine and Hilde’s...”

“What do you mean?” Inga asked.

“Mother always felt a bit guilty about missing your mother’s coronation and wedding, but we were a few months old then,” Henry explained.

“Of course, that does make sense,” Inga replied. “I heard that they went rock climbing once.”

“Yes, I’ve heard a little bit about that. I think the trolls made a bigger impression on my father. That’s the story he liked to tell us when we were little.”

“What?” Inga was incredulous. “Father hardly ever takes anyone outside the family to see them.”

“Oh, well,” he chuckled.  “It was the holidays, and he missed Mother quite a lot, and nobody else was around, and apparently there was some festival about rocks? It never quite makes sense.” 

“No, that doesn’t make sense,” Inga remarked.  “Why wasn’t your mother there?  Where was she?”

“She was on a diplomatic tour with your aunt and mother,” Henry replied matter-of-factly. 

“Really?  They didn’t mention that.” Inga paused, trying to make sense of the different stories she’d heard.  “Then again,” she added, mostly thinking aloud to herself, “I never asked them about that.”

“What did you ask them about?” Henry asked her, jolting her a bit with the realization she had been speaking out loud.

“Well, not both of them,” she backtracked a little. “I haven’t asked my mother, but she and my aunt write to each other all the time, so it’s almost the same thing.” She was rambling, and worse, not sure whether she should be saying this, though she couldn’t think of any reason she shouldn’t. “And, sorry… I had asked my aunt if the trip was where she met Mrs. Nilsen, the mother of…  well, her son is the secretary for your Ambassador to Arendelle.”

“Always that Ambassador, huh?” Henry laughed. “But, I think your brother was telling me about him and his fiancee. Now that I think about it, I remember him, at least a bit.  His family used to come around to the castle here when they were younger. I remember his brother was almost the same age, just a year older, and they wanted to put them both in the Navy, and the brother did go into the Navy, but your friend… I can’t remember, but for some reason, I think he was supposed to go into the Palace Guard, and then there was some kind of bother when he didn’t.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t know, exactly. I’m slowly getting better at following along when my mother and grandparents are discussing things, but I was younger when it happened. I just remember my mother starting to tell them to please let her know about these things. She wasn’t mad… at least, she seemed very calm about it. At any rate, then he went into the Diplomatic School, and I never heard about it again."

"I never heard him say anything about the Palace Guard. I thought he was going to study law," Inga remarked. 

"You know," he laughed a little, "you might be right. I don't know if I trust my own memory sometimes."

"I didn't say anything!" she exclaimed defensively.

"Don't worry about it," he sighed. "I should have a long time to improve myself. Though I suppose all this fuss today means that unlike your brother, I don't have time to grow up any more."

"If it makes you feel better," Inga offered, "you'd have three more years in Arendelle."

"Um, thanks?" he twisted his lips, looking straight ahead again. "I guess it serves me right fishing for compliments."

She glared at him, but he wasn't looking at her. She tried to think of something to say, and was starting to move her hand over to get his attention, when she heard someone coming out to the balcony, startling her a bit.

"Henry! There you are!" Hilde was smiling. "The music has started! You and I are expected out there!" She looked over and giggled a bit.  "Inga, you'll probably disappoint some people if you don't follow us!"

#my fic #chapter 20 #kristanna #corona #dream sequence

[fericita-s]

The Feel of Your Hand in Mine

Iduna and Agnarr spending time together in the woods, on the coast, in the garden, on the castle grounds. Set right after “First Days,” part of the When All is Lost series. Thank you @the-spastic-fantastic for daily swooning with me over these two and helping me get this story in shape!

When Iduna learned Mr. Botner’s class expedition to the skerries wouldn’t happen until the spring, she was disappointed.  When Agnarr learned the expedition wouldn’t happen until spring, he made plans for the two of them to row out to the small islands immediately.  It was some trouble to secure a boat, more trouble to keep the palace guard on the shore instead of on the boat, and no trouble at all to convince Iduna to come on the boat with him. Which is how Agnarr found himself expertly rowing them out to the first of a series of skerries which rose up above the water in the fjord, all dotted along the shore in a line as though an earth giant had left behind crumbling footprints.  Iduna had her satchel cinched tight across her body, and she was leaning into the wind, eyes closed, breathing deeply.

“I love that smell! I love that wind!” She called to him over the rush of the breeze moving off the ocean.  Agnarr admired how the wind whipped her hair around her face, splayed like a halo, constantly in motion.  It made her seem like a mermaid, hair flowing in the currents.  He was filled with the oddest, most reassuring sense of remembering something, seeing her like that.

“How do you do that?” He wondered aloud. “Stay happy? Smile?” She turned around to look at him as he spoke, taking care not to rock the boat too much. It was still winter and tipping over would put a premature and cold end to their planned adventure for the day.

“If it’s not too intrusive, I mean,” he reassured her as he caught her expression.  “I’m sure you don’t always feel happy, but whenever I see you - you seem to be helping someone, or smiling and laughing with someone, or excited about a new idea or new plant. How do you do that? How do you go on after all the sadness?” He was careful to avoid naming the sadness, since inquiring about her home had caused her such distress the day they spoke on the castle grounds.  But he continued to marvel at her ability to stay cheerful and bring sunlight to others. It was a gift and one he wanted to understand.  Maybe his own heart would stop missing his father so much, maybe he would stop his constant sense of worry for those lost to the north.

Iduna seemed to consider the question, and in her continued silence, Agnarr found he had more to say. “I feel sad all the time, and worried all the time.” He confessed.  It made him feel a bit better, being able to get the words out.  These weren’t things to discuss with the Council.  “About the kingdom, about losing my father, how all I can remember from that day is him dying when the Northuldra warrior shoved him off the cliff. . . but there are so many other pieces to it that are important.”

Iduna answered slowly. “You don’t remember anything else? Maybe that’s best. Maybe it would be too awful to know more.”

Agnarr considered her words as he continued to row. “Perhaps.  But someone rescued me. I’d like to know who. And why it is they didn’t stick around to be rewarded for the safe return of Arendelle’s monarch.”

Iduna stared at him, trying to figure out if he suspected her. But he seemed genuinely perplexed, not probing for truth. She tried to answer his questions, even though she skipped answering the one that he perhaps most wanted to know. “When the worst happened, and I realized my family was gone and I wouldn’t be able to go back to my home, someone told me to keep going. To do the next right thing.  And I did.” She looked at him, and reached for his hand. She hesitated a moment, but grasped it. They were far from the shore. No one would see. “And the next right thing is sometimes making Iggy laugh or helping Eir or going to school. And even though I have to make myself do it, each time I do those things it feels easier the next time.”

They bumped against the skerry and Agnarr looked for a place to tie off the boat. He had to let go of her hand to secure the rope, and was sorry for the loss of the warmth of it, of her. “I’ve thought something similar.  That I should just act like the king and eventually I might feel like the king.”

They both stood and Agnarr offered Iduna his hand as they stepped onto the rocky island  She took it and rewarded him with one of her warm smiles. “I think you’re doing a wonderful job as king. Your people know you care – at least, I know the children at Eir’s do, and the others at the academy.”  He held his breath.  She was still holding his hand.  “You should eat with us more often. They should get to know their king, and you should get to know them.” Agnarr nodded, and thought about how nice it would be to have time every day with Iduna, a bright spot in his monotonous schedule.  

They stopped talking in favor of exploring. He watched as she looked carefully at the moss growing on the rocks, lifting it here, scraping it there to reveal what was underneath. They explored the entire chain of skerries, finding several nesting birds, a variety of moss and fungus species, and even a bewildered duck that Iduna insisted they bring back to shore.

As they said their goodbyes at the dock, she ran ahead and then stopped to let the duck down on the grass. The duck made noises of relief and waddled off. Agnarr waved goodbye to Iduna, now a few steps ahead, but instead of waving, she said his name. He looked at her, expecting to see her point to a new plant or an interesting species of toad. But instead, she said “You smiled today!”

He closed the distance between them and gave her a little bow. “I did. I did!  Thanks to you.” She smiled, and was gone, working her way through the crowd at the dock and back to Eir’s.

It was a good day. He had smiled. In fact, Agnarr found that he couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.

***

Eating daily meals with the academy students became a habit, and Agnarr eventually ordered the castle kitchens to begin providing food after seeing the meager meals that the other children brought.  He knew for a fact that on more than one occasion Iduna skipped her mid-day meal to ensure one of the other children had enough to eat.  The councilors and ministers raised a fuss about using the national treasury for such a purpose, but the king noted the expense was taken from the royal family, and not the national coffers. The wealthiest citizens of Arendelle soon realized that though they could afford private tutors for their children, the palace academy was the best place for their children to have the ear of the king, to make a friendship that could benefit their business or interest. Soon even the wealthy children were also enrolled at the academy. Henrik Sundberg, whose mother owned a rather impressive lutefisk enterprise, was always up for a walk in the woods or the castle grounds, and would sometimes accompany Iduna and Agnarr on an adventure.  Elias, son of Captain Calder, was often there as well, quick with a joke but also quick with any new material the teachers assigned.

Agnarr was pleased with the success of the school, and pleased that Iduna was gaining friends beyond the walls of Eir’s. The next trip they took by boat, Elias helped Agnarr manage one of the larger royal sailboats. The three of them went beyond the skerries to look for loggerheads, and Elias doubted their mission would be successful. “I don’t think we have loggerheads here.  Maybe leatherbacks though. My father saw a bunch of loggerheads in the Caribbean.”  He paused a moment.  “What is a bunch of turtles called anyway? A flock? A trinket? A trove?”

“It’s a bale!” Iduna shouted above the wind from her perch on the bow. She leaned into it, and Agnarr noticed how much she enjoyed the strong feel of the wind whenever they were on the water.

They didn’t find turtles of any kind, but Iduna located what she thought could be cloudberry and bilberry bushes on a larger skerry near the shore. “We’ll have to come back and see it in the summer, maybe they will be blooming!”

Agnarr looked at the shrub, clinging stubbornly to a rocky island that could not have been its natural habitat, beautiful in its dedication to life, and thought he could understand why Iduna was interested in it.

***

Henrik picked up a branch from the forest floor and waved it about like a sword. Agnarr laughed. “Put that down before you hurt someone!”  Iduna had invited the two of them on one of her walks in the woods to stock up on medicinal herbs, claiming that she could use the extra hands to carry more supplies back to the orphanage.  Needless to say, he and Henrik were toting several sacks and satchels stuffed with the forest’s bounty.

Iduna took the stick from Henrik’s hands, and exclaimed over the moss hanging off of it. “Sphagnum fuscum! I’ve been searching for this! It’s the type that will make a good pack in a wound!”

“You hear that, Agnarr? I can get hurt! We already have the perfect moss for Iduna to get me back to rights!” He waved his branch towards Agnarr, flourishing it in the air in an invitation to battle.

“Sure, fine, but if that moss turns you into a troll, I’m not sure there’s much she can do for you.”

“Old wives’ tales!” shouted Henrik. “Nothing but tales! No moss can turn me into a troll!”

Iduna titled her head and studied Henrik, head to toe, stocky and barrel chested. “Are you sure you’re not  already a troll?”

Henrik yelled, ran at her with the stick, she shrieked in delight, and Agnarr chased them both, laughing.

***

“A plot of land? For me?” Iduna looked at him, confused but hopeful, unsure what Agnarr was offering.

“Well, yes, it’s nearly May and it’s time to plant the castle gardens.  I thought Mr. Botner and your class, well, you could plant some of the bushes and plants you’ve been studying and collecting, and see if you could get them to grow here on the castle grounds. Like a final exam but more fun.” He gestured to the overturned soil, a large rectangle on the castle grounds, now marked off and ready for planting.  “The working gardens have been neglected for too long.  It wouldn’t be any trouble.”

“Yes! I would love that! And then I could come here this summer even with school out to check on you. I mean on the garden!” Agnarr smiled, and helped Iduna plan out where each bush and shrub and plant would go, writing down her plans for a medicinal row, a row for edibles, and a row for beauty. He longed to tell her that she would be the most beautiful creature in the garden, but he couldn’t figure out how. And besides, she was his friend. He didn’t want to make their time together awkward by declarations of her beauty. He was content to be her friend and spend time together, growing a garden, exploring on the skerries, walking in the woods. Sharing secrets and jokes and laughing at Henrik’s impressions of his mother and Elias’s tales of his father’s bravery. He was content, and it was a better feeling than any he could remember having had for a very long time.

#agduna #mama and papa arendelle #young agnarr #young iduna #when all is lost

[kshitij1997]

Hello again!

This story goes more complex as I write it :D

Building from the cliff-hanger last time, I have a major responsibility of bringing this story justice. We shall meet a lot of new people this time, some of them we know from the movies, some we don't. I hope it turns out as satisfying and gripping as I intended.

All frozen and Tangled characters belong to Disney, all I own is this head-cannon and the original characters.

With that, let's continue!

Chapter 5- Of parents, their children and the legend of Flynn Rider

Even as the king and queen of Arendelle announced the arrival of princess Elsa, they were more worried about the kidnapping of princess Eva Rapunzel, which was a scandal that was starting to make the crown of Corona look bad. King Reginald deployed a massive force to look for the princess and her abductor across Europe, which was christened 'The Golden Knights'. While The Golden Knights were supported in Corona by the backing of the king, they were seen as invaders in the rest of Europe, as a legitimate threat to the sovereignty of various kingdoms in the continent. Things came to a head as The Golden Knights grew throughout Europe, with some opportunists recognizing the possibility of grabbing power. The kingdoms feared that The Golden Knights would enable the local people to hedge more power, instigate revolution and crumble the hard-earned peace after nearly three decades of war. Such was the state of early 19th century Europe, rapidly industrializing and rife with mistrust and caution even among royal families related by similar blood.

It was left to Iduna and Agnarr, who had already conceived their second child, to come to Corona's rescue; who promptly called a conference between all the European nations in the only non-aligned country on the continent, Switzerland. Nearly every country's monarch came, except for the Tsar of Russia and the Emperors of France and Great Britain, as their respective health had started to fail. They had sent their chief advisers. As for the Ottomans, they refused to attend as a gesture of defiance. With queen Iduna presiding over the meeting, king Agnarr began to speak. "Your most royal majesties, lend me your ears." Said Agnarr, as he addressed the conference "The pope has been kind enough to grant us this neutral ground in order to decide how the business of looking for princess Eva must be conducted in the continent, or beyond. Now, king Reginald saw it fit to summon a huge force to look for his daughter. It is our moral duty to help our fellow monarch in this time of distress." The Arendellian king proceeded to continue his speech when he was rudely interrupted.

"This is such a crock of shit." Spat the duke of Weselton "I personally cannot believe the energy put into searching for a lost girl of a godforsaken kingdom."

"What are you trying to say, honourable duke?" snarled king Reginald, even as Agnarr tried to calm him down.

Ignoring the implied death threat in the question, the duke continued " Every time a problem arises in Europe, it always comes from fucking Corona. Be it Napoleon deposing the former king or queen of Corona, or the king threatening war in the middle east either for restitution in Serbia from my biggest partners there; the Ottomans, or for exotic medicine for his cursed fucking wife, or now, when he sends an invading force into my fucking fief to look for his damn litter. It has been two months already, give up, let us live in some fucking piece already, and conceive again. It's not as if the princess was to be the heir anyway. Moreover, you and your wife obviously know how to-" the duke's rant was cut short as king Reginald lunged towards him, kicked him once in the gut and once under the belt, and then proceeded to throttle the life out of him.

"I'll POUND YOU TO FUCKING PIECES, YOU FUCKING WEASEL!" roared king Reginald, the six-foot three king more than a match for the five footer duke. He would have made good on his threat, had he not been held back by the kings of Arendelle, the Southern Isles and Austria-Hungary. Agnarr finally managed to pull Reginald away and slapped him in the face "What the fuck is wrong with you, Reginald?!" Agnarr screamed to Reginald in the face, and Reginald was ready in sock him in the face, when-

"SILENCE!" thundered queen Iduna and banged the dais with her hands, which stunned everyone into being quiet. "WE WILL NOT REACH AN ACCORD IF WE CONTINUE TRYING TO ANTAGONIZE THE KING OF CORONA WHEN HE FACES THIS TOUGH TIME! MOREOVER, SUCH UNPARLIAMENTARY LANGUAGE AND VIOLENCE WILL NOT BE TOLERATED IN THIS SOLEMN GATHERING!" Iduna finished her tirade, then began again "I shall at once direct king Agnarr and king Reginald towards a period of recess, during which time they shall settle their differences peacefully and reach common ground again. As for the duke of Weselton, his disgusting behaviour and efforts towards instigating discord in this meeting, are grounds enough for me to expel him from the conference with prejudice." Iduna finished as she settled down.

The duke was beside himself with anger "I get kicked out of the meeting for calling a spade a spade?! All right….in front of all the kings of Europe I say this, your kingdom will regret this decision, Iduna."

"Leave of your own volition before you are defenestrated." Iduna said with a voice ice-cold, as the marshals prepared to throw out the troublemaker. Anticipating a painful recovery if he were thrown out from the windows, the duke beat a hasty retreat.

"Swine" muttered king Christian of the Southern Isles under his breath.

The gathering continued more or less smoothly after the duke's departure as Agnarr and Reginald were able to calm down and join the conference again. To remove any troubling feudal implications from the Golden Knights, it was agreed to change it from an armed force to a humanitarian one; a landmark decision as no prior organization like that had ever existed. While its primary objection was to still locate the lost princess and hopefully bring her kidnapper to justice, the Golden Knights now became a proto salvation army, setting makeshift camps, soup kitchens and clinics in princess Eva's name all over Europe. Resistance was still met; but it never broke out into open revolt.

Some questioned where queen Sophia was in all this. European society expected her to be the distraught and helpless parent praying for her child's safety, rescue and return. However, queen Sophia was not most people. She had been down this road before, wallowing in her misery and praying for fortune to reverse its unkind ways. But now she knew better. As Iduna and Agnarr went to support her dear Reggie, she stayed back in order to care for baby princess Elsa. It was she who nursed the curiously cold child. When she discovered her secret as Elsa's emotions became more prominent, she embraced her presence even further. The baby ice princess was unusually intelligent for her age, always understanding when Sophia was sad, or happy, and acted accordingly, making snowflakes and loud gurgling noises, which melted the queen's heart. As for the public, queen Sophia turned her attention to public welfare, instituting public laws that protected the wages of the emerging working class in the cities, and creating a vast chain of clinics, hospitals, and orphanages and institutions, all this in princess Eva's name. Soon, it led to Corona having the most public-centred and public-friendly policies in Europe, which brought both the king and queen respect from across the continent. When asked why this sudden change, she simply answered,

"When a mother loses a child, all that love has to go somewhere. And what are the citizens of this great kingdom if not my metaphorical kids." It was a masterstroke of an answer that endeared her to the public, along with adding princess Eva's name in all her ventures. Princess Eva soon acquired a mythical status, a figure who was sacrificed to bring prosperity to the people of Corona.

As good natured and effective Sophia's take care demeanour was, it couldn't keep away the outside world from drastic change. In this din and pandemonium of all these things, the thirteenth child of king Christian was born without incident. It was a young boy, who took after his polish mother in terms of hair and eyes and took after the king in his nose and general face. His mother planned to name the prince Janus, after the great Polish king Jan Sobieski, who had led the charge of the winged hussars, ousting the Ottomans out of Vienna and protecting Europe from Ottoman dominance and suppression back in 1683. However, the king of the Southern Isles didn't care much for the name, believing it was too effeminate and silly for a prince, and had him christened to the more publicly acceptable Hans. His mother seethed at this utter disregard for her culture and identity to such an extent that, even as the baby prince was only beginning to recognize those around him, she decided to make sure prince Hans was raised Polish first. The fact that the Russian Empire, Corona and Austria-Hungary took every opportunity to carve out new territory from her ancestral home of Poland didn't help soothe her rage.

As for Sophia's policies, while they did a lot to bring the ever-increasing middle class out of poverty, it brought new problems along with them. Consider the Rhineland, the new industrial heartland of Corona. Even as the kingdom was modernizing, the climate of Northern Europe had started to change. As a result, the rains in the kingdom had started to dwindle, leaving agriculture not a very viable option for the populace. The cities of the Rhineland had started to burst at the seams with new arrivals from the countryside as a result, and the cities had become saturated with people from all walks and varieties of life as a result, from artisans, scholars and philosophers to the bargemen, dockworkers, other various blue collar jobs and veterans from the Napoleonic wars. There were a lot of orphans from the Napoleonic wars in Rhineland, and the cities had various orphanages built to accommodate them. However, while it was comparatively easy to build new spaces for those orphans to live in, trying to raise them into model members of society was a different beast all together. Soon, there were scores of kids doing odd jobs like selling trinkets, sweets or little items like candles and matchsticks on the street, sometimes sneaking into factories and demanding work from the factory owners, who readily gave them work, quietly ignoring the child labour laws the Monarchy of Corona had set up. Some found their real home on the street, joining a gang to get a piece of the action.

Two such children with these stories were Eugene and Mabel, a couple of nine-year olds who had become friends in one such orphanage. However, the two couldn't be further different from each other. Mabel believed in the good in people and honesty, raising money on her own in order to afford to go to those new-fangled schools being set up in the country. To raise said money, she often sold odd titbits on the road to pedestrians and passers-by. Eugene didn't believe in such lofty ideals, choosing instead to believe in standing up for himself and being on the never-ending hustle. Eugene was part of a gang of 10-year-old robbers led by a brutish eleven-year-old boy named Markus, and they regularly held up carriages and coaches inside and outside the city. Eugene got into the gang through his presence of mind and wit, and his ability to look innocent. It was Eugene who came up with the shivering dodge, the lucifer dodge and the scaldrum dodge. The shivering dodge was bit of play-acting, making oneself shiver by bathing in cold water, when one could get their hands on it, or wearing their thinnest clothes to make sure they shiver. Then one would go around the streets of the city, pleading for money for a warm coat or a hot beverage. As for the lucifer dodge, one carried some trinkets, and pretended to be pushed when a rich toff passed by, throwing one's merchandise on the ground. Looking at their ruined shop, they would pretend to bawl their hearts out and people would throw some coins in sympathy. Lastly, the scaldrum dodge, which Eugene found disgusting, but fell back onto in desperate times. It involved bruising oneself, by rubbing vinegar open soapy arms making them look like nasty blisters. It was uncomfortable and dirty, but at least one could get to spend a few days in the hospitals that were set up recently. Moreover, one could lay low in the hospital to stay away from watchful eyes of the law, which was beginning to crack down on gangs like theirs.

It was a clear contrast to what Markus preferred to do; garrotting. A typical garrotter used to hide in the horse-drawn carriages that carried people around. During the ride, the garrotter choked the passenger by his knuckles, being careful not to crush the windpipe and kill the unfortunate sod but enough to render them unconscious, then robbing the unconscious passenger and paying the carriage driver who was in on it. Another favourite money-maker of his was to nick purses at a public execution, to disappear into a crowd of spectators and ending up with enough wallets and cash for weeks. Last but not the least, there was always the smuggling of tea, China and other such valuables along the shipping routes of the Rhine river into all of Europe, and into Arendelle's canals and the dark sea up north as well. Markus' ways were rewarding but dangerous, as it was clearly a crime punishable by death.

Eugene's scams were far safer and as a result ,they were decent money makers, and soon a lot of kids were doing it for some pocket cash, but they had to pay tribute to Markus and Eugene, who were the clear two leaders of the gang. It was a strange camaraderie between the two of them. For to the world, Eugene went by his own name, but for Markus, he was Flynn.

"The fuck kind of name is Eugene anyway, huh? What are ya, bent?" Markus cackled once during such a talk. "The fuck does that mean, asshole?" Eugene grinned.

"It's not just the name, the whole damn act that you put, you know." Markus said.

"Brings in the dosh now, don't it? And without the noose threatening me neck" Eugene replied.

"True, but that's the street life I chose." said Markus. He loved the streets and saw no future for himself beyond that.

"You make me sad, you bastard. I see myself living in a big house, with the love of me life beside me, and an army of servants to lord over."

"Like the mansion at the outside the city huh? With your little trick?"

"Sure. However, she ain't no trick. Her name is Mabel."

"I know who she is, and I also know she don't like me."

"Well , you ain't no choir boy, punk."

"Yes and thank fuck for that."

"Ha! You twat!" Eugene laughed.

"Right back at ya, fuckin' romantic actor!" Markus laughed back.

Markus may have been an oaf, but he was right about how Mabel felt about him "That guy's a bad influence."

"A 'bad influence'? The fuck does that mean, Mabel?"

"It means he's rubbin' off you the wrong way, Eugene. In addition, if you want to cuss like a sailor, go to the barge and earn your keep."

"Bad influence, in addition, money well spent on books, eh?"

"It's our job innit? To become better and rise up?"

"Aye, that's what I'm doing, Mabel."

"Yeah, for the big house, huh?"

It was well-known throughout the orphanage how Eugene claimed that he would own that mansion one day. He used to get starry eyes when he started talking about it. If there was a child in Eugene, he came up in times like this.

"Hmm" rued Eugene.

"Speaking of that mansion, I got a job there, as a seller from the mansion." Said Mabel with a smile.

"Fuckin' result, that's damn neat!" shouted Eugene excitedly as he hugged Mabel.

"Eugene!"

"Sorry, got excited in the moment."

"That's all right, I think it's swell too. But if I want to study, I got to earn quick and stop working." finished Mabel.

"Don't worry about dosh, I always have some."

"Sure, but no more scams alright? They're cracking down on stuff like that."

"I swear I'll be sharp, Mabel."

"As for Markus, look I don't think he's that bad, but he's certainly an idiot. You gotta take care of him, make sure he doesn't land in any scuffles."

"Okay. I'll do it."

"Promise?"

"Sure"

"Look at you, taking charge." Mabel grinned.

"Look at you, moving up and caring for Markus." Eugene laughed.

"Hey Mabel, call me Flynn from now on."

"No" giggled Mabel as she gave him a small peck on his cheek.

This happy mood was not to last, as it became clearer to Eugene that Mabel was becoming miserable a few months later, towards the end of the year. It was a mansion in all but name as her employer was a hard-hearted taskmaster, resorting to abuse if his targets were not met, and poor Mabel suffered the worst of it, both physical and emotional. As for Markus, his life had become tougher as the law was coming down on his operation, and it was becoming tougher to buy off the bargemen, the carriage drivers and the law as a result.

"Those sons of bitches, they dare PISS IN MY HAT?!" screamed Markus on one such day.

"Zip it Mark" Eugene tried to calm him down.

"If those bargemen don't straighten up, I'll set their fuckin' ships ablaze, you hear me, Flynn?" Markus growled.

"You realize that they can wring your neck in one go, right? Don't be stupid. Talk to them, reach an accord and put this shit to bed." Eugene spoke.

"Reach an accord? Another expression from Mabel, eh Flynn?" Markus snapped

"Don't joke about her right now, she's in terrible shape. I gotta help her too somehow."

"Then go with her, don't worry about me, I'll talk to them." Markus said

"Yeah, burning their fuckin' ships?!" Eugene exclaimed incredulously

"Hey, I was just hurtin' and blowin' off some steam there, alright Flynn? Even I know better than to engage those seven-foot giants in a mosh pit." Markus replied.

"Alright, fine. I'll go with Mabel. Just don't blow your head open, Mark." said Eugene as he went on his way to Mabel.

What he saw Mabel, it wasn't a pretty sight.

There she was, in torn rags, bruised all over, beaten half to death and possibly molested, or worse.

"Eugene!" she cried as she collapsed into his chest, his vest quickly becoming wet from her tears and her blood as she sobbed.

"Who did this?" Eugene growled, even if he had half guessed who it was.

"They abused me and….threw me out in the middle of winter to fend for myself." Mabel wept, as she caught her breath.

"The people at the mansion?"

"Yes"

"I had to do something I never thought I would do, even in the direst of situations." Mabel cried.

"What?" Eugene asked, dreading how she might answer.

"I stole a week's supplies, planning to escape from that torturous place. I thought I could get out of the city, after selling what I could, then go as far away as possible from there. But I was caught. Those bastards, they beat the life out of me, and stripped me naked and-." Mabel couldn't finish her sentence as she crumbled into sobs again.

Eugene tried holding on to her, tears ebbing out of his eyes, but Mabel pushed him away, clearly hiding something she either couldn't tell Eugene out of shame, or at a loss to explain what had been done to her. Eugene considered going to the law, but decided against it, as it wouldn't change anything. He was jolted out of his thoughts when Mabel began again,

"Eugene, you've always been good to me, thank you so much for that. But I'm afraid I must get out of this city, and never come back."

"Wait, don't go! I'll make sure they pay, I promise." Eugene pleaded.

"I can't stay here after what happened, I must leave." Mabel pleaded back.

"Eugene choked back a lump that threatened to become a bawl when he said "Alright, but at least take some cash." He gave her his day's cut of his operation, two Corona Marks, which would have been enough to sustain someone for a month.

Mabel embraced him in gratitude before scurrying out of sight. Eugene sighed "Maybe, someday, she'll come back."

Alas, but there was no joyful end to Mabel's plight, as a rival gang member, jealous of Eugene, followed Mabel and beat her up again, and robbed her at knifepoint. He didn't even spare her shawl, which she used for covering herself, leaving her further bruised, in tatters and only a few matchboxes to keep her company as it started snowing on Christmas eve.

Eugene was ignorant of this misfortune as he scurried back to Markus, who'd been done for.

It had started well for Markus, as he had managed to find common ground with the carriage drivers and most of the law enforcers, but he made the mistake of going alone without muscle to back him up. The bargemen took the opportunity to anger Markus, who lunged at them with his razor. But it was over in an instant for poor Markus, as the bargemen broke his neck with one smack of their hand, and law enforcers shot him in the head for good measure. There Markus lay dead, his face blackened and bloody onto the snowy streets.

Eugene stepped back from the corpse in horror at the realization; he'll have to turn rat to save himself.

And so he did, in the snowy, dark night of Christmas eve 1820.

He went straight to the magistrate's office, cut a deal with law enforcement to let him go, after ratting out everyone from the three rival gangs to the corrupt law enforcers and bargemen. It was mayhem in the city that night, as the rival gangs were dealt with extreme prejudice, and the other bargemen, law enforcers and carriage drivers were arrested and dealt with savagely. Even the smuggling cargo ships were set ablaze or sunk.

It was an emotionally drained and tired Eugene who started to arrange for his departure from the city on Christmas morning when he glanced at something, or someone that would stand as a sheet of flame in his memory forever.

There lay Mabel, cooped up in a street corner, under nearly half a foot of snow, frozen to death.

Evidently, the poor girl had burned up the few matchsticks that she had left to keep warm. She had also tried in vain to knock on the doors and beg to be taken in for the night. Tragically, the Christmas spirit of giving didn't apply to a supposed bottom-feeding orphan like her.

But now, a crowd had started to gather around the frozen corpse, the people now showing sympathy to the lost soul according to their convenience. Eugene moved away from the scene in disgust. He hated it, he hated them all, he hated this fucking city. Fuck them, fuck them all.

As he moved towards the outskirts of the city, his aggrieved rage renewed when he saw the big house again. It all started here, for him, for Mabel, for all of them.

Once, staying in that house was all that he ever wanted.

Now, the mere sight of that monstrosity made him retch.

He sneaked into the house's kitchen, lit some coals alight, and let them loose onto the flammable powdered flour. As for good measure, he barred all the escape routes once he came out, cut loose one of the tethered horses, and rode off into the dawn as the house started burning in earnest, and the screams of people being charred to death could be heard in the distance.

It was pandemonium with all this chaos in the city, with rumours of a certain Flynn Rider exposing the criminal gangs, the corrupt officials and the bargemen. It was further rumoured that it was the same Flynn Rider burnt down the house that rumoured tortured little children for amusement and made them work almost to death, directly in violation to the Monarch's laws.

And thus, on Christmas day 1820, the legend of Flynn Rider came to be.

Whoa, this was a painful chapter to write.

As I can see, this is shaping up to be a neat Tangled-Frozen crossover, I promise I'll get to everyone in time.

Hang in there, people!

As always, constructive feedback is always welcome.

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THE DUPLEX PART 19: A KRISTANNA FANFIC

[[MORE]] Hi, @moredibell. I'm your Kristanna Christmas in July Santa this year. Please enjoy this latest installment of my ongoing series, The Duplex. This part is rated T just to be safe.

Months passed. It was three weeks before Christmas. Anna had eagerly decorated both her half and Kristoff's half of the duplex. She even had him take the ladder to the palm trees in both halves of the yard and string Christmas lights onto their fronds and trunks. The vintage Indian motorcycle had been lovingly restored, Kristoff being unfailingly patient with Anna, who'd had no experience with tools, as they restored the motorcycle, taking trips from Daytona Beach to The Keys on it together or on their own Harleys, their bond growing deeper. Kristoff wanted to take the next step in their relationship but, knowing that Anna had had a bad experience with Hans, plus his own failed marriage, he decided to wait.

That Monday, Kristoff had arrived home from work. He'd taken his truck today so he could buy Christmas gifts. After parking in his garage, he went to his mailbox, opened it and retrieved his mail. Tucked amongst the various bills, coupons for pizza at Papa Dewey's Pizzeria and Christmas cards was a letter from Roy Oaken, their landlord. He was curious but decided to wait until Anna got home from work to see if she got a letter from Roy, too. He went inside, took the mail and gifts in and wrapped them as he waited. Sven's ears pricked up and he whined happily, recognizing the sound of Anna's car. Kristoff took his letter and went out to greet her.

Anna got out of the car and jumped into Kristoff's arms, he picking her up and they planted dozens of sweet kisses all over each other's lips and faces. "I'm happy to see you, babe," Anna said. "Me, too, my little dynamite," Kristoff said, gently setting Anna back down. She saw the envelope. "What's that?" "A letter from Roy." Curious, she looked from Kristoff to the envelope. "What does it say?" "I don't know. I haven't opened it yet." "Why not?" "Cause I wanted to see if Roy had sent you one, too." "Let's see." Anna went over to her mailbox and opened it, retrieving her mail. Aside from Christmas cards, bills and a Victoria's Secret catalog, sure enough, a letter from Roy Oaken was tucked in there. "He sent me one, too," she said. "Let's see what he wants," he said. They went inside her half of the duplex and sat down at the kitchen table. They opened their letters and took out a single sheet of paper. Roy's letter read:

December 1, 2017

Dear tenant(s):

I have enjoyed being your landlord for many years. You have been great tenants however, I must regretfully inform you that, as of January 1, 2018, all of the duplexes that I own must be vacated for they have been sold so I can relocate to Arizona to be closer to my daughter. I will return all security deposits paid. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Roy Oaken

Anna and Kristoff looked from the letters to each other. "He's sold all of his units and is leaving," Anna asked. "Why didn't he say something sooner? We've already paid our rents for the month." "I guess it's a last minute thing," Kristoff said, adjusting his low ponytail as Anna fidgeted with her braids. "At least he told us." "Now what?" "Well I could go stay with my folks but Marshmallow and Sven don't get along or I could stay with Olaf and Caridad but with the boys, they have no room." "I could stay with Aunt Gerda and Uncle Kai again but I'd lose everything I'd built or I could stay with Elsa and Lars but I don't like Miami all that much." Anna looked at Kristoff. "Plus," she added. "I don't ever want to be apart from you." He gathered her into his embrace, she holding onto him as if she were on the back of his Harley with him. "I don't ever want to be apart from you either," he added, lovingly stroking her back. An idea formed in her head just then. "Hey," she exclaimed, looking up at him, her blue eyes shining. "What," he asked, looking down at her, his brown eyes filled with curiosity. "Why don't we buy a house together? We're practically living together anyway and if you had to rent, many places wouldn't take Sven, so if we live together, we can ALL be together." "Sounds good but I don't have the money to buy a house like you do." "Well, how about a house on the sheriff's auction? I know a lot about auctions, so we can get a house for a song."

"Okay. I do have some money set aside to buy a house. Why not?" Smiling, they took the newspaper and the laptop, pouring over the houses in Arendelle Park that were currently up for auction. They soon found the perfect one, located at 2013 Coral Terrace. It was a one story ranch with pale coral stucco and a deeper coral clay tiled roof complete with an inground pool and hot tub in a screened in enclosure. They'd passed it often when they went to visit Bulda and Cliff, knowing that it had been foreclosed on. In Highlands County, if they won the bid, they'd pay 5% up front and pay the balance by that day's end. Kristoff agreed that an auctioned house that he and Anna could fix up together would be ideal. The auction would be held on that Thursday morning. "Are we agreed then," Anna asked. "Yeah. We'll try for the Coral Terrace house," Kristoff said. Smiling, they fixed dinner and planned for Thursday.

Thursday found them at the Highlands County courthouse; the Coral Terrace house and a house on Orange Grove Avenue were the only ones for auction, the house on Orange Grove being a huge mansion. Kristoff was in awe of how well Anna could bid, she bidding on cars for Arendelle Luxury Motors on a regular basis. A bidding war started between the bank and Anna, bidding starting at $50,000 and it ended with Anna bidding $125,000, which won them the house. Kristoff used his savings to pay the 5% down and Anna had presented a cashier's check for the balance by day's end. They were excited as they drove to the new house, the deed in both their names and keys in hand. They parked in the driveway.

The house itself was a three bedroom, two and a half bath home. They opened the door, going inside. All in all, it needed some work and the pool and hot tub a little TLC but it was livable. "Well," Anna asked. "Is this awesome?" "Yeah," Kristoff said. "We'll have it fixed in no time." They embraced. "I'll make some calls, get some quotes. I'd like to celebrate Christmas in our new home." "Whatever you want, babe." He placed a kiss to her hand. Once they left, it took a couple of days but all of the repairs needed would be fixed in time for Christmas. Kristoff and Anna were impressed by how efficiently the repairmen fixed their new home and Bulda, Cliff, Olaf, Caridad and the boys, Aunt Gerda and Uncle Kai pitched in, decorating the house for Christmas to surprise Anna. They planned to officially move in on Christmas Eve, Kristoff carefully packing up both his half and Anna's half of the duplex, moving things in and whatever didn't fit found themselves stored in Uncle Kai's garage (mostly extra furniture). Kristoff had another surprise for Anna but he wouldn't give her the surprise until Christmas Eve.

Christmas Eve came. Kristoff and Anna drove to their new home. They parked and walked up to the front porch, Sven laying down on the porch. Anna was about to unlock the door when Kristoff stopped her. "Anna," he said. "Before you open the door, there's something I'd like to do." "Okay, Kristoff," Anna said. "What do you have in mind?" He pulled a small black velvet box out of his right jeans pocket and got down on bended knee in front of her. He took her left hand in his. "Anna Nordegren, you've made my life much more enjoyable and happier since you'd become my neighbor. You're my life and I want to begin our life together in this home on a great note. Will you marry me?" He opened the box, revealing a platinum banded engagement ring with a pear cut diamond, which he'd spent the rest of his savings on. Anna smiled, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Yes, Kristoff Bjorgman, I want to begin our life together in this house with you as my husband." Smiling and with trembling hands, he slipped the ring on her left ring finger and stood. He picked her up, opened the door and carried her across the threshold as their lips met in a series of happy kisses, Sven brushing past them. "Aren't you supposed to do this when we're married?" "Yeah but I'll do this always." They smiled, eager to build their new life together in one house...a house of love.

THE END...FOR NOW...

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blackbeastofengalnd replied to your photo

Tell me the key to it creation sensei

Regarding the Ultima weapon in KH3:

So, honestly, this was the hardest I’ve ever had to work to make this weapon. The easiest (I think) is KH2, then KH1, then KH3 (though I haven’t gotten it in DDD or BBS, but I’ve only played those once) 

In order to make the Ultima weapon, you have to unlock it in the Moogle shop, which you do after collect 58 synthesis materials. As long as you run around and fight, this shouldn’t be a problem.

First we’ll start with the easy stuff, the ‘other’ ingredients.

Wellspring Crystals are drops of ‘High Soldier’ Heartless in Monstropolis, San Fransokyo, and The Caribbean. They might also be in chests? I honestly don’t know, because I had them before the Ultima weapon was available.

Same thing with the Pulsing Crystals, which are dropped in Arendelle. 

The Lucid Crystals are a little harder, but they are dropped by the Anchor Heartless in the Caribbean. Pulsing and Lucid Crystals can be synthesised with the use of a Wellspring Crystal. 

Now onto the hard stuff.

The 7 Orchalcum +

1. One is in ‘The Final World’ in a chest. I think it’s the only chest there. No problem.

2. There’s one hidden in Exile Island in the Caribbean. Also, didn’t have any trouble with this one. 

3. You need to snap pics of 80 lucky Emblems to get this one. But, I wanted the secret ending, so I got all 100 (in beginner mode). There’s guides on where to find them online, but two that the guides were SUPER unhelpful for were two in the Caribbean. Go to Sandbar Isle, and look to the right side, where the cliffs with vegetation are. There’s some rocks you can use as stairs and they’ll take you up there. Explore around, and you’ll see a small path that takes you to a spring hidden in the middle. Jump in, and you’ll see a little mickey on a rock, and then a huge one carved out of the rock. There’s also a ton of chests down there. 

4. The gummi battles in this game, I feel, are infinitely better than the ones in previous games. You have to beat the Omega Boss in the Eclipse Galaxy to get this one. Honestly, if you just spend time going through each of the oceans and leveling up, this one is not that hard, just time consuming. I always build my own ships, but some of the blueprints are excellent for that battle. It’s actually a six part battle, since you have to pretty much defeat everything in the Galaxy before Omega appears. There’s a giant box taking up this galaxy, and each corner (on the outside) has a battle on it. There’s a little bit of a cinematic when he appears. 

5. The lottery. Remember that you get postcards for buying a lot from the Moogles? There’s a reason. In Twilight town next to the shop, there’s a post box. This Orchalcum+ is random and there’s no trick to it. So, what I did was save before posting, then entered in the drawing. If I didn’t get it, I loaded up the save file and tried again. It took me about ten tries. 

6. The Flantastic Seven. I swear to god, this was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in a video game. It wasn’t even really that hard, just...so tedious and precise. So I’ll go through each one individually, by my perceived difficulty. I’m not going to write about locations, since IGN has a comprehensive list of where to find them all. (Plus their own guide of how they work) 

Grape- I got this one on the first try. You have to beat as many as you can. I just used ranged magic, like thunder and wailed on them as much as possible. I found it easy. But that’s the only one I did.  

Strawberry- Stacking little flans as you spin around on a teacup while avoiding giant rolling strawberries. This took me a couple of times to do, but I eventually got it. Bumping into ANYTHING knocks off your flans. So just go slow, and stay around the outside.

Orange- The calmest of the flans. In Corona, they just want you to take some cute pictures of them. You get seven shots, use them wisely. 

Directly behind you at the starting point, there’s a tiny one right by the hidden entrance to the tower. Snap it when he pops out of the ground.

Another tiny one jumps out by the cave and waves. Get him with his arm raised. He’s a little tricky, so be careful (or get him first)

There’s two that are sitting together in a tree. They jump down when you aim your camera on them and make...waffles? They only do this once, so don’t goof it up!

There’s one with two birds in hand and a rabbit on his head. He poses with them. 

There’s five together that walk and pose. Snap a pic when they pose in unison. This is worth the most points. 

You should have 23k if you got all of these, so your last pic can go on any of them (but I suggest the flying ones) 

Watermelon- In the Caribbean at the fort. This one is all about timing. If you hit the big one on balloons in the back, you get major points. You can hit the bell in the middle to fire all cannons at the same time, but it takes a bit to recharge.

Banana- In Monster’s Inc. The big one tries to eat you while you try to destroy the little ones. They are 1 hit kills too. So, dodge roll the heck out of the way, and try to keep an eye out on the big one. I found it the best to stay behind him, close, at all times. Use thunder to attack the little guys, but don’t spam it. Give them time to spawn a whole bunch. If you’re lucky, you can use grand magic to score major points.

Musk Melon- The bane of my existence. You have to jump on them to go high, but if you jump on the same one, they’ll eat you. And you can miss and end the game. Always always aim for the sparkling ones. They give more points and move platforms. For ones that are moving, aim for their faces, since you’ll have a better chance of landing on them. Once you pass 10k, you start doing that skydiving fall and the game becomes WAY harder to complete. Just...good luck.

Cherry- I used to love cherries. Now I can’t look at them without crying. I’m not even kidding, it took me ten hours of doing this stupid mini game before I actually got it. 

When going down the path, hit the first set of arrows, then the flan, SKIP the next set of arrows, and hit the two flan. This will give you enough speed to hit the arrows on the roof and grab the flan in the air. Go across the disc, then over another roof-straight, and then turn mid air to get the six flan in the air. Continue straight, then turn slightly up a ramp, hit a set of arrows, hit three flan, arrows, jump a ledge to hit flan in the air, hit another on the way down. Next section in the garden will basically auto pilot you with arrows. When you hit the arrows to make a sharp right in front of a fountain, make sure to curve to the left to avoid hitting the wall. Go straight down the path, over a shallow hole, and then hit two more single flan. Now this part is CRUCIAL to winning this game! There’s a fork in the path, one direction down a dirt path, and one down some steps. The arrows will take you down the steps, but if you curve slightly to the right, you can take some planks around the arrows and down the dirt path! There are a TON of flan down that way! After that, you’ll go into a temple, and then down the alley that was on fire earlier. The flan will guide you down the correct path into the city. Immediately in the city, there should be arrows to take you left into a group of five flan. Then, you’ll go straight into the little maze of fire that you used a Trinity Sled on earlier. You can rely on the arrows for the rest of the route. The main trick is that fork in the road, and keeping your speed up without losing control or bumping into ANYTHING. Mostly luck.

7. Frozen Slider Mini game- You have to collect ten glowing jewels on the mountain. There are four sections to the mountain. But all of the jewels are in the third. Each section is divided by a major jump that you will go over no matter which path you take. The first goes over a gorge, the second, over a cliff, and the third over a cliff after going through some caves. Here’s a very vague and probably not helpful map:

The best advice I can give is to watch this video by Youtuber Everglow and just memorise it, because that’s what I did. There’s not really any other landmarks to use, so just...good luck. Because that’s all I can say.

Though it was really frustrating and tedious, I feel amazing to have gotten it. BUT NEVER AGAIN.

#blackbeastofengalnd #kingdom hearts #kh3 #ultima weapon #kingdom hearts 3 #flantastic seven #flantastic 7 #frozen slider #mini games

[stellarvisionary]

My thoughts on the worlds of KH3, broke down world-by-world

Because of massive spoilers, as usual this is going under a cut.

Olympus: Because Olympus Colosseum has been such a mainstay to the series, it was really nice to see them doing something different this time around. In KH2 we got the “loose/abbreviated version of movie events” thing, which left the actual story of the world open for the writers to do whatever they wanted with it. Honestly, they didn’t disappoint with the Titan battles (although another fight against Hades would’ve been nice). I like that we actually got to go up to the Realm of the Gods and see what Herc was giving up by choosing to remain on Earth to be with Meg.

Twilight Town: I like the little bit of story we got there, and that they made it essentially the “hub world” that the player can come back to, to restock their items and such. I just wish more of the town had been explorable (Station Heights, Sunset Hill, Sandlot, etc.). I really liked the Bistro and the little movie theater spot. I also kind of wish that the Old Mansion would have been open to be explored more thoroughly.

Kingdom of Corona: It’s more or less a beat-for-beat recreation of Tangled, with a few details changed to make room for Sora & Company (i.e. Mother Gothel calling on the Heartless to kidnap Flynn Rider, transforming into a Heartless herself). The design of the level itself was good, but really confusing in a few places (mostly in the big open forested areas and cliffs), which made it hard to find all of the world’s treasures, even on multiple passes.

Toy Box: Even though this is our first introduction to this world, Square-Enix decided to do an original story here, with the world’s characters (Buzz, Woody, Rex, Hamm, Toy Soldiers) being separated from their friends (Andy, the other toys) as a result of an experiment being conducted by Young Xehanort. We get access to Andy’s room and the street he lives on, and we get access to a large original location called “Toy Galaxy”. Now I like Toy Galaxy, and I like the original story, but the Toy Galaxy area at time feels TOO big, and the game doesn’t really give you any breaks from enemy encounters, which can make it exhausting to navigate through. Like...from KH1 to KH2 they got rid of a lot of the more annoying platforming bits and made the levels a little more linear, but from KH2 to KH3 they’ve kind of gone the opposite direction. The physics of the world are fun (pushing around children’s blocks, etc.), but they could have made the world half the size it was and achieved much the same effect.

Monstropolis: They went with an original story here, set after the events of Monsters, Inc. (Sully is now CEO, they run on Laugh Energy, Randall is exiled, Boo comes and goes between her room and the Monster World any time Sully wants to see her), and Vanitas invades in order to cultivate negative emotions (in the form of stockpiled Scream Energy), and he uses Randall as a pawn to take control of the factory. The level design itself was done cleverly, but unlike Toy Galaxy, most of the environment in Monstropolis are long corridors connecting moderately-sized open areas, rather than being one large open area. In my opinion, based on the relative size of this world and how it’s laid out, the world could have used more save points/teleport areas (as what can often happen is you jump into the world in one area, and have to run around for 15-20 minutes trying to get where you’re actually going). I like the story, but the level design could have been done better.

Arendelle: I LOVE the design of this world. The big open areas that can be traversed in multiple ways, and the unique things they add to aid traversal (the flowmotion poles, walking on snowballs, etc.). My only wishes level design-wise are that they’d let us go inside of Elsa’s Ice Palace (why have it in the game if we can’t go inside?), and that we could visit the city of Arendelle itself (maybe a simplified town and part of the castle?). My biggest issue is the story. We’re given a very bare-bones version of Frozen’s story (Elsa’s powers make her abdicate the throne, Anna and Kristoff pursue her up the mountain, a bunch of stuff is skipped, and we see Hans from the back carting off Elsa back to town), with little in the way of personal stake on the part of Sora & Company. I almost feel like Riku and Mickey would have been better characters to visit Arendelle. We should have gotten a proper introduction to Hans, or involved him more completely in the world’s story (have him be approached by Maleficent perhaps, or even Vexen in opposition to Larxene’s scheming), instead of shoehorning him in at the end to give the world a final boss.

San Fransokyo: This level is fun to run around in, but similarly to my complaints with Toy Box, I found it to be too gotdamn big. The story was great (set post “Big Hero 6″, an otherwise original story), though Fred nicknaming the Bug Blox summoned by the Riku Replica “Darkubes” felt like they were snubbing the story of Kingdom Hearts: Coded. I really enjoyed the fight against Dark Baymax, though there should have been a little more build-up. Them keeping the two Baymaxes at the end warmed my heart.

The Caribbean: Not precisely a beat-for-beat remake of “At World’s End”, they managed to successfully mix together the plots of Port Royal (which was itself a mixture of original events and Curse of the Black Pearl) and AWE. I liked the Jack Doppleganger joining Sora at first in order to help him establish himself as a pirate. The level design was good, but I felt like there could have been a little more land to run around on (we never get to explore Shipwreck Cove and meet Edward Teague? Come on, S-E). The sailing and ship combat mechanics were solid, but simple enough to navigate when there was otherwise a lot going on (fighting both the Kraken and the Flying Dutchman). Probably the best world in the game, IMO.

The Keyblade Graveyard: Bigger than what we’ve had previously, and with a lot of things added (I really wanna know the significance of the Labyrinth. Was it a training area for prospective Keyblade Wielders?). I’m hoping an update in the future will allow us to replay the big Heartless battle at the start of the level, and the boss encounters in the labyrinth (possibly as Battlegates for extra Synthesis materials?). I feel like there should have been more interactable stuff in the level itself (Keyblades to examine so you could get them as Synthesis recipes? Info on Keyblade wielders pre-Keyblade War?). There should also definitely be a Moogle Shop next to the Save Point for last-minute shopping and upgrades. Part of me wishes that we could find out that the Keyblade Graveyard is in fact a ruined version of Daybreak Town.

One thing I really want is for them to expand Flowmotion to be more like it was in KHDDD. Like...I hate that the Flowmotion wall-jump can’t be done more than once

#kingdom hearts #kh3 spoilers

[strawblemon]

All the Disney fan service that bothered me in KH3

(long post)

Olympus:

[Edit: apparently, Phil's Japanese voice actor passed away, so he was left mute as a sign of respect] Was the Danny DeVito impersonator unavailable? Did they not want people to keep joking about getting on the Hydra's back? What I'm saying is why was Phil mute? It feels very weird not to hear him talk.

Once you're done with Olympus, people start appearing in Thebes, and broken buildings are shown to be partially repaired. This is a really good thing, but why was Olympus the only world to drastically change after its story ends? I kept expecting all worlds to do the same but none of them did.

Toy Box:

Listen, I really like this world, but I would have liked it more if it took place entirely inside Andy's house. Galaxy Toys is cool but it's not a location from the movies at all, despite the fact that there is a toy store in the movies that could have easily been used.

I understand that a lot of Toy Story characters are actual licensed toys and including them all would have been impossible, but this excuse that half of the toys were sent to an alternate reality is very dumb. And that also makes the Toy Box a boys-only world, as neither Jessie nor Bo Peep were chosen to appear in this reality.

Yozora looks exactly like Riku, so why does Rex think Sora looks like him? He's a huge nerd, he can make the difference between the two.

The Verum Rex section is a cool idea, but the gameplay of it looks nothing like the trailer at the beginning of the world (which I guess might be a reference to the fact that Square Enix made it and they sometimes do that, but still). What was the point of hyping it up like that when it's just a mech section?

There’s a Dissidia NT aisle in Galaxy Toys, and for some reason, the reference doesn’t go beyond that? No Final Fantasy toy boss? Lame.

Kingdom of Corona:

I don't remember the movie enough to decide whether it's a legitimate plot hole or just badly explained but, Flynn's satchel seems to be able to teleport from the tower to Rapunzel's hands, and from Flynn's hands back to the tower...

Like... Rapunzel hides it in the tower, Mother Gothel finds it, Rapunzel (without going back to the tower) gives it to Flynn, Flynn runs away with it, back in the tower Rapunzel wears the crown that was in the satchel she gave to Flynn?? Was it a different satchel? It didn’t seem like it was a different one.

This isn’t the worst world to have this problem, but the environments aren’t very varied, which makes it really easy to get lost, something that wasn’t really a problem in Kingdom Hearts 2 and most of the games that followed.

Monstropolis:

I’m confused on the timeline for this one. It’s soon enough after the movie that Mike is still worried about monsters being afraid of humans, and the Monsters, Inc. factory entrance still says “We scare because we care”, but Boo’s door is already back in one piece?

Most of the world takes place in a part of the factory we had never seen before, and frankly, I didn’t think it existed. Apparently Monsters, Inc. is not just a power plant but an actual factory that makes things beyond inter-dimensional doors and scream batteries? It’s an... interesting idea but it doesn’t feel like the movies and the parts of the factory that don’t include doors feel uninspired and don’t really give me any nostalgic feelings.

As a kid, I was a big fan of the CDA agents’ design, and i was really happy to see them in KH3, but they’re the Child Detection Agency, which means taking care of unidentified life forms isn’t their job. They also don’t seem to care about Boo at all, despite the fact that they’re the reason her door was destroyed...

Arendelle: 

Apparently I wasn’t the only one to think this was the worst world by far, so I feel validated.

Contrary to the restored Thebes in Olympus, Arendelle stays completely frozen even after Elsa unfreezes it.

You don’t go to the kingdom itself, which is a huge disappointment after Corona’s beautiful little castle town.

Hans is voiceless and doesn’t matter until the very end and never appears before revealing his true intent. What was the point of even keeping him in?

F*ck the Labyrinth of Ice, it’s not in the movie and it adds nothing interesting to the story or the world as a whole.

Surprisingly, the Labyrinth isn’t the only place where you can get lost. The mountain is even less interesting than Corona’s forest and all parts of it look the same. It’s also really easy to fall from a cliff and having to climb all the way up again.

The original Let It Go video on YouTube has more than 600 million views. Nobody needed to see it done again in a slightly worse CGI cutscene. This could have been a musical mini game, or the music could have been remixed and used during a boss fight. Whatever they could have done, remaking a scene from the movie as a cutscene is the worst thing licensed games can do, and that’s what they did.

Why is Sora impressed by Elsa’s power when he first discovers them? Building an ice castle is actually impressive, but Sora can just shoot ice with his key-shaped magic sword, he shouldn't be this surprised. 

Speaking of non-impressive things, Sora met living scarecrow, puppets, furniture, gargoyles and toys, but apparently a living snowman is absolutely unbelievable!! Sora being amazed by things he’s never seen is always adorable, but a walking snowman shouldn’t be enough to make Donald and Goofy doubt his sanity.

The Caribbean:

Jack Sparrow really creeps me out in the CGI cutscenes, I don’t know why but he does.

This is just a weird movie to make a game adaptation, and it feels strangely incomplete. The story is a lot more complicated than other Disney movies which means that removing some parts for adaptation reasons will make the rest harder to understand. Characters like Cutler Beckett and Tia Dalma end up feeling kind of superfluous since they have very limited screen presence. Sora and the gang are also absent from a lot of the important plot scenes, so when they rejoin there’s no real connection with the rest of the cast.

Why does this world end with the Leviathan disappearing? It doesn’t actually disappear since you can still use it when you come back. There’s no point to that scene at all.

San Fransokyo:

I didn’t check online, but it felt like the shortest and smallest of the main worlds. I really didn’t expect it to end this fast. I understand what they were going for with the single open area, but it’s too small to really be memorable, especially compared to size of The Caribbean. I wanted to like this world, but it feels so rushed, and the fact that it was both the last main world to be fully revealed and the last Disney world you go to really reinforces this idea.

Giving Hiro the original Baymax back kind of devalues the ending of Big Hero 6. It feels like Nomura didn’t want to deal with the idea that a character can be gone for good and just decided to bring back a dead character from the movie. I would not have been surprised if they somehow managed to bring Tadashi back to life too. Having 2 Baymax also makes them both less special.

100 Acre Wood:

This one somehow feels even more rushed than San Fransokyo, it adds nothing to the plot, There’s only one minigame with slight variations, the story isn’t separated into pages like previous games,  it ends in less than an hour and basically only serves as a place to farm ingredients. What happened with this world?

Another complaint that doesn’t go anywhere:

Maleficent and Pete did nothing in this game, outside of setting up a sequel, and yet they still appeared in trailers like they were going to be important?? Why???

Anyway I liked the game, but this is just like half of the things that bothered me about it so...

I have... conflicted feelings about it overall.

#kingdom hearts #disney #square enix #ramblings #long post #kh spoilers

[tamorasky]

Mistress Anna Chapter 13

Rating: M

Summary: It wasn’t uncommon for the women to be eventually cast aside, Anna was just naive enough to believe it would never happen to her.

Relationships: Anna/Kristoff

Words: 4265

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Masterlist

Anna doesn’t see much of Elsa after the night of the fire. The two women do their best to avoid one another throughout the day. Elsa leaves early every morning and always returns well into the night. The younger sister carries out daily tasks around the house while taking care of Eliza, remaining vigilant to stay out of her older sister’s way. She isn't sure where she'll go once Autumn comes, only knowing her best option is to go east.

It was surprising to Anna, to say the least when Bulda asked if she would be joining them for the hunt that August. The young woman had only agreed after Bulda insisted that she needed to come south with the village and participate before she returns to Arendelle.

Anna rides with Angelique and the children in the back of the family’s cart, Gabriel leading the horses away from Ahtohallan . She smiles as Angelique’s little girls play with Eliza. Louise plays peek-a-boo with the toddler while Helene holds Eliza’s hands.

“Helene, be gentle.” Angelique scolds as she sees the middle child be slightly rough with Anna’s daughter.

“It’s fine, she didn’t hurt her.” Anna tries to reassure the woman seated across from her. Angelique shakes her head in response, brushing the hair out of her younger son, Guillaume’s eyes.  

“She’s started to think it’s okay to bite her brothers now.” Angelique rolls her eyes, pulling Helene back onto her lap. The raven-haired girl now perched on her mother’s lap tries to wiggle out of Angelique’s grasp. “If you keep acting like this, I’ll send you to ride with your Noohkoom et Koohkoom.

Grandmother and Grandfather

Anna stifles a giggle as the raven-haired girl gives up her fight, slumping against Angelique with a pout. The young woman looks back to Eliza and Louise, the older girl now wiggling Eliza’s toes with a smile.

Guillaume sits up with a toothy grin, quickly shuffling across the cart to kneel beside Anna. “Uncle Kristoff!” the eight-year-old shouts loudly. Anna looks over her shoulder to see Kristoff riding horseback next to the cart. He smiles warmly at his nephew, reaching over the gap between them to ruffle the young boy’s hair.

Kristoff urges his horse forward, weaving between the carts and various people on the road. He pulls up beside Sven and Elsa slowing, engaging with the two others. Anna watches as Sven speaks to the other two which causes Elsa to throw her head back with a laugh.

Anna hadn’t heard her sister laugh like that since arriving Ahtohallan, especially within this week. They hadn’t talked to one another since the fire. Anna had gotten what she wanted; Elsa had finally yelled at her.

You don’t belong here.

Those words have repeated in her head, again and again, nearly sending the young woman to the brink of madness. Anna knows she could go to Red River, where her mother was from. But she knows that if she doesn’t belong in Ahtohallan she will never belong in Red River. Hans had made sure to strip every ounce of her culture away from her to make sure she would never belong anywhere again.

Eliza’s shrieks pull Anna’s attention back to the small girl on her lap. A smile crosses Anna’s face as Louise begins to tickle the underside of Eliza’s feet. Angelique stares at Eliza, the desire to have another child evident across her face as she stares at the toddler.

“Do you want to hold her?” Anna asks, her legs slowly growing numb under the weight of her daughter.  

“I would love to.” Angelique lets go of her hold on her youngest child, reaching forward to pull Eliza onto her lap with a grin. The raven-haired woman coos at Eliza, pressing a kiss to the small girl’s cheek as she settles on Angelique’s lap. Eliza stares at the other woman wide-eyed, her chin slowly receding into her neck as she regards Angelique.

Despite her initial reluctance to settle with the other woman, Eliza finally relaxes in Angelique’s arms. The baby stays on Angelique’s lap for the remainder of the journey south to Les Montagnes des Cyprès.

The Cypress Hills

The convoy stops along the river when they reach the plateau, settling on the same fork of the creek they always have for the summer hunt. Anna holds the sides of the cart tightly as it comes to a stop, the rough wood digging into her palms as she does so.

Guillaume springs up from the bed of the wagon as it lurches forward to a stop, leaping off of the cart with glee to locate his older brother. Anna smiles at the boy’s excitement as he weaves through the various people, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Gabriel comes around to the back of the cart, lifting Louise out of the wagon with ease. The young girl sprints off, making her way to follow after her brother. Anna giggles as Angelique hands Eliza back to her, accepting help from her husband to slip off of the cart.

Anna refuses the man’s help, sliding off the cart with Eliza held tightly to her chest as she feels for the ground. Once she finds her footing on the grass, Angelique takes the young woman by the arm, holding her close. The two women walk arm-in-arm, trying to locate Bulda and Cliff in the crowd gathering around the creek.

As they inch closer to the river, Bulda’s voice carries through the crowd of people. Angelique breaks away from Anna, increasing her pace to find her mother. The auburn-haired woman stops, readjusting Eliza on her hip before continuing after her friend.

Reaching the site Anna can see the buffalo skin covering for the tipi lay on the grass, Kristoff and Sven carefully placing the poles on the covering; Kristoff secures the pole with the lifting tie at the center of the tent. Cliff stands over the other men, his hands tucked under his suspenders as he supervises his son and the Newfoundlander.

Bulda and Angelique stand off to the side, observing the bickering men, shaking their heads and laughing as the men struggle and argue. Anna approaches the two women, Eliza still perched on her hip as she comes to stand next to the older woman.

“You think papa forgot to pack a set of poles?” Angelique asks. Bulda raises her hands, exacerbated and stressing over the situation.

“All I know is that we pulled away from the lot, and I’m certain he left them by the side of the road.” Bulda sighs.

“He wouldn’t stop?” Anna asks, interjecting herself into their conversation.

“Men.” Bulda shrugs. The older woman pulls away from them, making her way to their cart to unload the woolen blankets. Angelique dramatically rolls her eyes, smirking at her friend while shaking her head.In the corner of her eye, Anna can see Louise approach her mother, shyly staring up at the young woman from behind Angelique’s skirt. Angelique places a hand on her daughter’s back, encouraging her to speak to the other woman.

“Anna, your arms must be getting tired,” Angelique states, giving up on her daughter to say the first word.

“It’s fine. I’ll put her down in a moment.” Anna insists. Unwilling to admit that her arms were getting tired; she doesn’t want to appear weak in front of these women.

“Nonsense.” The woman waves her hand, pushing her daughter forward towards Anna. “Give her to Louise, from what I hear Kai is sitting down to tell the children a story to keep them occupied while we get the encampment organized.”

Anna thinks for a moment of escorting the children to listen to the community Elder, knowing she has nothing to contribute to setting up the encampment. Instead, the young woman nods, reluctantly handing Eliza over to Louise.

Both women laugh as the seven-year-old takes Eliza from Anna, wrapping her arms underneath the toddler’s armpits and across her chest to carry her across the grass. Angelique withdraws from Anna’s side, making her way to help her mother unpack provisions.

She stands alone, her hands folded in front of her as she watches everyone around her keep busy with various tasks. Bulda and Angelique sort food, Anna knows she should help but feels as if she would only be in the way of their work. Her gaze is drawn back to the men. Sven takes hold of the long rope, as Kristoff lifts the tops of the poles, raising them high to the sky. Anna averts her eyes as Kristoff’s shirt lifts slightly, exposing his abdomen as he raises the poles higher while walking towards the base of the tipi.

Her cheeks feel flush, trying desperately not to think about the way Kristoff's muscles constrict as he raises the poles, nor how he would look now under his shirt after months of canoeing through Quebec. Playing with the skirt of her dress, Anna stares at her feet, her back resting against the back of Kristoff’s cart, trying to stay out of everyone’s way. She doesn’t know what she is doing at the hunt, she and Eliza should have remained in Ahtohallan.

“Water.”

Anna jumps at the sudden appearance of Kristoff’s voice, his deep voice rattling the young woman to her core as she looks up at him. “W-what?”

Kristoff huffs, nodding towards the cart. “Behind you.”

Looking over her shoulder, Anna sees a wooden bucket, filled to the brim with water. “Oh, …right.” She steps to the side, allowing the blonde man to access the back of the cart. Anna watches as he cups the water with his hands, noticing how droplets fall in his beard.

She resists the urge to reach up and brush the water out of the hair, knowing she had no right to be so familiar with him anymore. The young woman clears her throat, rocking on the balls of her feet.

“It’s warmer than I thought it be.” Anna comments, trying desperately to make small talk with Kristoff as he stands next to her. He looks down at her, his honey-colored eyes burrowing into her own.

He hums in acknowledgment, turning away from the cart to sit in the back. Anna feels a pit in her stomach as he doesn’t leave. Awkwardness filling the air between them as she leans against the cart once more. Anna opens her mouth to make a comment about the wind as well but closes it, deciding it is best if she says nothing.

The young couple watch as Cliff and Sven place the other poles. Cliff makes his way to the middle of the structure, grabbing the long rope to secure the poles together. Anna had forgotten about the entire process of raising a tipi. She recalls as a child waiting impatiently for Cliff to pitch the tent for both families.

In the corner of her eye, Anna notices another convey approaching. She had known that the Cumberland House convoy had been close behind their own but didn’t expect them to arrive so soon after their own.

“Is Louis coming south for the hunt?” Anna inquires, wondering if Kristoff’s younger brother might be with the Cumberland House convoy.

“He hasn’t come south for the hunts in nearly a year.” He responds, taking another sip of water. Without another word, Kristoff walks away from Anna, making his way back to his father and Sven, helping them with placing the covering over the poles.

A loud shriek resounds through the encampments, nearly stopping the bustling scene as it echoes through the crowd. For a moment, Anna thinks it might be Eliza’s, but she spots the woman rushing her way through the various people.

Anna watches this young woman weaving through the crowd, her hip-length chestnut hair flowing behind her as she runs towards their site. Kristoff’s cursing pulls Anna’s attention away from the young woman back to the men.

Kristoff holds a long pole, the other end abandoned as Sven turns away from him to face the young woman.

“Sven!” The brunette woman shrieks, nearly knocking Sven over as her body crashes into his. The brunette Newfoundlander begins to laugh as his arms wrap around the petite woman, lifting her off the ground with ease.

The young couple giggle gleefully as he sets her back on the ground. Sven places a hand on the back of her neck, crashing his lips to hers as he pulls her body flush to his. Watching the two of them, Anna smiles, remembering how passionately Hans once held her and kissed her like that. How she used to feel safe and secure with his arms wrapped around her waist.

She blinks away the tears, coming to terms that she would never feel Hans’ hands on her again. She would never feel that way ever again. Anna knew she had her chance with romance, now all that matters is Eliza.

Anna blinks, noticing the way Cliff and Bulda smile at the exchange between the young woman and Sven, and the way Angelique was practically bursting with excitement as the sight of the brunette. It suddenly dawns on Anna who this woman was.

Marguerite.

She could hardly believe that this beautiful woman before her is Marguerite. Kristoff’s youngest sister, who used to chase after them, begging to join in on the older kids’ activities. The young girl who used to clutch at Angelique’s skirts or Kristoff’s pants as she peered up at any stranger with judging hazel eyes.

Anna looks to Kristoff, noticing the way he rolls his eyes and shakes his head; the smile on his face revealing the happiness he felt for his friend and youngest sister. Angelique laughs, nudging her mother as she leans over to talk to Bulda.

“And you say Gabriel and I were bad.” Angelique teases causing her mother to chuckle. Marguerite breaks away from Sven, rolling her eyes as she faces her older sister.

“You two were!” The brunette exclaims, withdrawing from her lover. The two sisters giggle, ecstatic to be with one another again. Angelique envelopes Marguerite in her arms, the younger sister’s head coming to rest against her cheek as they clutch at one another.

Anna feels her heartache as she watches this exchange between the two of them. She wishes that her return home would have been more similar to this than what had transpired.

She blinks away tears, looking away from the scene as Marguerite comes to stand in front of her mother. Bulda cups her daughter’s face, regarding the young woman before pulling her into her embrace.

Anna wishes she could feel her mother’s arms around her one last time, for her mother to hold Eliza and dot on her. She wishes Iduna was here to help her readjust to their life, to their community. But she wasn’t. Anna had to do this one her own.

Bulda clears her throat, capturing Anna’s attention again as the two women come to stand in front of her.

“Daisy, you remember Anna.”

Marguerite smiles at the auburn-haired woman, taking Anna by the hands. “Of course, I do.”

“She’s visiting us while her husband is in London,” Bulda informs her daughter. With a strain, Anna fakes a smile and nods, confirming the lie she had been telling everyone for the past few weeks.

The brunette woman’s smile falters for a moment, staring at Anna. “How nice. I’m sure he misses you dearly. You married Mr. Westergaard from Arendelle, didn’t you?”

“I did.” Anna swallows the lump in her throat. Unable to be rid of the feeling that Marguerite knew the truth.

“He must be missing you and little Eliza dearly.” Bulda comments, placing a hand over her chest.

“Let’s not have Anna dwell on missing her husband, mama. I’m sure she doesn’t need to be reminded of it.” Marguerite pats her mother’s arms, indicating for the older woman to stop pressing the matter.

“Of course. I’m prattling on.” Bulda waves her hand. “Why don’t you two fetch more water while Angelique and I get everything set up in the tipi.”

“We’ll go further up the creek.” Marguerite states. Bulda and Angelique furrow their brows in a similar fashion. Quickly Marguerite clarifies “The water will be clearer to the north.”

“You’ll still have to boil it once you get back,” Angelique argues, unable to understand why her younger sister wishes to make more work for the two of them.  

“I know. I just want to go for a walk.” The younger sister huffs. “Grab Kristoff’s buckets; they are the best.”   “You better not lose those,” Kristoff calls as the men secure the covering to the tipi poles. Marguerite sticks her tongue out at her older brother.

“We won’t quit being a tuguy.”

Anna giggles at this, quickly covering her mouth to hide the smile crossing her features. She hadn’t heard that word in a very long time. Kristoff’s gaze snaps to Anna, the corners of his mouth quirking up at her laughter.

This is the Kristoff she remembers, the one who laughed at his younger sister and Anna’s antics as children. Not the brooding and short-tempered one she had seen for these past weeks.  

“Language!” Bulda scolds, lightly hitting her youngest daughter on her bicep. Marguerite laughs at her mother’s scolding, grabbing two buckets from the back of Kristoff’s cart.

“We’ll be back soon,” Anna says, following after Marguerite. The two women remain close to one another as they weave through the crowd. Anna expects any minute for the younger woman to break off to make her way to the creek, but she doesn’t. Instead, the two women continue further up the creek, away from the multiple convoys.

“I didn’t expect to go this far for water.” Anna jokes, breathily laughing as she notices how far they have gone from the plateau.

“We didn’t have to,” Marguerite says, finally stopping by the side of the creek. “I thought you might want to talk.”

“I don’t know what you mean by that.” Anna’s face falls as the brunette woman peels off her moccasins, throwing them onto the grass.

Marguerite steps into the cold water, gazing up at Anna with a sigh. “I went through Arendelle a week ago to meet the new chief factor…and his wife.”

Panic overtakes Anna as she stares at the other woman, the pounding of her heart echoing in her ears as she considers her response. Marguerite shakes her head, wading out of the stream to come to stand in front of Anna.

“Are you going to tell your mother?” Anna quietly asks, looking down at her feet as shame overtakes her.

“It’s not my place to tell. I know how some of these people can be, judging others without looking at themselves. My family would never judge because of what happened to you, Anna.” Hesitantly Marguerite places a hand on Anna’s shoulder “You’re one of us.”

Anna scoffs, shaking her head in response. “Not according to my sister.”

The auburn-haired woman finally looks up, finding the courage to look Marguerite in the eyes. She expects to stare back into a cold, hard and unforgiving gaze. But instead, Marguerite’s eyes are full of understanding and warmth.

“Give her time, she’ll eventually come around.” The brunette woman offers her a smile. “But to come back to us and her, you need to tell the truth.”

Anna stares at Marguerite, wondering when did the little girl with the gap in her teeth get to be so grown-up. She sighs, nodding her head. “You’re right.”

“Besides!” Marguerite chirps, taking a step away from Anna. “If you stay here, you can marry my brother, and we can be sisters.”

Much to her surprise, this comment causes Anna to burst into a laugh. Remembering this is the Marguerite she recalls from their childhood. She regains her composure, her face hurting from smiling.  

“Which one?” Anna raises her brow, teasing the other woman.

“Kristoff, of course. Do you really think I’d subject you and your daughter to Louis?”

Anna giggles, unlacing her leather boots to discard them beside Marguerite’s moccasins as she shakes her head in response.

“No, that part of my life is over. I doubt any man would want to take another man’s child as his own.” Anna sighs. “Besides, Kristoff doesn’t want me. He’s made that clear since my return.”

“I know my brother very well. He’s an idiot. But, he’s a good man; I don’t doubt for a moment that he would treat you well and love your daughter as his own.” Marguerite says sincerely before submerging the bucket into the stream to fill it.

Anna reaches over, grabbing the full bucket from the other woman, handing her the second one. Her arms strain as she holds the full bucket while waiting for Daisy. “I’m starting to think coming out this far is a mistake.”

“It’s probably is,” Marguerite responds, emerging from the stream with the second bucket. With her free hand, the brunette picks up her moccasins, carrying them as she walks off. Anna follows close behind the younger woman, trying her best to ignore the water splashing on her skirt as they walk back to the encampment.

Both Anna and Marguerite lose half of the water in their buckets once they return to Bulda and Cliff’s site, where the first tipi is raised and a fire already burns.

“Put the buckets on the back of the cart, we’ll boil the water later,” Angelique instructs, passing the two of them with blankets in her arms. Anna follows Marguerite to her family’s cart, placing the buckets into the bed of the wagon.

Marguerite makes her way to Sven, standing on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. Staring in the direction of the men, Anna notices Kristoff has left the site.

Her attention is torn away when Louise and Guillaume emerge from the tipi, shrieking as the daughter chases after her brother. Looking around the site, Anna tries to locate where Eliza is since the children have returned.

She meanders to the tipi, peering into the entrance only to see Helene sitting with her mother and Noohkoom.

“Where is Eliza?” Anna questions, her brows knitting together at her daughter’s absence. Both Angelique and Bulda look up at the young woman.

“Gerda held onto her while you were away,” Bulda responds. Anna nods, pulling away from the tipi to find the Grants. Kai and Gerda’s site is only a short walk away, much to Anna’s relief. With nearly 250 people in the encampment locating her daughter could’ve been much more difficult.

As she approaches the site, Gerda kneels on the grass, feeding fire embers with dry blades. The thin older woman looks up at Anna, smiling at the sight of the young woman.

“Anna, what a pleasant surprise.”

“Taaishi Gerda. I heard you have my daughter.” Anna responds with a sweet smile, folding her hands in front of her.

“I did.” The grey-haired woman responds. “but Marie came and took her from me.”

Anna sighs; she should’ve known better than to have expected Eliza to stay in one place. “Well, I’ll go to the Bernard’s site and see if she is there.”

The young woman walks away without another word, trying to locate her daughter. She doesn’t panic, knowing that Eliza had to be with someone she knew.

Eliza isn’t with Marie and Pierre Bernard, or Phillipe Laurent and his wife, Theresa. Nor is she with the Dumonts, or the Cumberland House Sayers.

Anna finds herself going in circles by the time she reaches the sixth site that day, exhausted from walking and the intense heat building in the plateau. She wipes the sweat off of her brow with the back of her hand as she approaches the river. Making her way to the McKenzie family site.

She stops in her tracks, placing her hands on the curve of her hips as her back begins to ache. Huffing in frustration, she debates going back to Cliff and Bulda’s site to wait for Eliza to be returned to her. This is becoming futile.

Her hope comes flooding back as she hears a familiar giggle. Anna’s scans the crowd, trying to locate where her daughter’s giggles are coming from. Her gaze stops at the edge of the stream, where she sees Eliza being held by Kristoff.

Eliza giggles reaching out to grab at Kristoff’s beard, causing the man to pull his head away and point to something across the river, trying to divert the little girl’s attention away from his facial hair by pointing out the pelicans; with no avail. The toddler remains transfixed on his beard, pulling at the hairs.

Anna’s heart warms as the corner of Kristoff’s mouth curves into a smile while he stares at the little girl. Then to Anna’s surprise, Eliza wraps her chubby arms around Kristoff’s neck, holding herself closer to him.

She withdraws without saying anything, knowing Kristoff would bring her daughter back to the site. Anna settles beside Angelique while they make dinner, looking up as Kristoff returns with Eliza in his arms.

The little girl coos at the sight of her mother, reaching out towards Anna as Kristoff comes closer to her.

“Hi, Sweetheart!” Anna stands from the ground, taking Eliza back into her arms.

“I found her with the Fort Qu’Appelle Giroux family,” Kristoff comments, reluctantly handing the toddler back to her mother.

“I appreciate it.” She offers a small smile as Eliza begins to play with the buttons on the front of Anna’s shirt. Her heart flutters as he returns the gesture, a sense of familiarity returning to her as he regards her warmly.  

“Of course.”

She finds herself disappointed as Kristoff turns away from her, Eliza reaching after the man with a whimper. Anna looks at her daughter, brushing Eliza’s wisps of hair away from her forehead as she turns to make her way towards the site.

“Come on, my love, let’s see if Bulda has the tipi ready for you to have a nap.” Anna bounces her daughter with a smile, trying to lift the girl’s spirit. She carries her daughter towards the tent, meandering slowly as she spares a glance over her shoulder.

Anna watches as Kristoff stands next to Sven and Marguerite, shaking his head and scrunching his face in disgust as his little sister cuddles closer to Sven. Her chest constricts as he smiles again, something which Anna would never tire of.   

Notes: Tuguy is a Cree slang word which means dick/penis. Metis buffalo hunts were a really large affair, the largest recorded one was in 1840 with 1210 Red river carts and around 1,630 people.Thank you so much for reading <3 Thanks to Melanie and Johanna for giving me feedback on this chapter!!

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[everasrealm]

ARENDELLE

Arendelle is located near the Arenfjord, making it a viable trading center. Its human population is densely concentrated within the castle perimeter, although there is human activity in the forest areas outside Arendelle in northern Oxley.

There are also non-human populations, such as wolves in the forest and trolls in the Valley of the Living Rock. In addition to the fjord and forest area, Arendelle is also surrounded by a vast mountain range that includes the North Mountain.

The kingdom is subject to the succession of the seasons, having both warm summers and frigid winters. In the winter, there is a noticeable decrease in plant life and animal activity. However, in the summer, Arendelle's ecosystems flourish, with lush vegetation covering the cliff sides and flowers growing plentifully. Arendelle is also in a position that is conducive for observing the aurora borealis.

#eo:arendelle #eo:oxley #eo:place