#and I’m like !!!!!! just like Jonás!!!!

[rowanhoney]

Rich in skins reminds me so much of an old friend I almost forgot about

#start of his ep in volume 6 he’s playing bass in a band w alo #and I’m like !!!!!! just like Jonás!!!! #my first bassist crush when I was like 14. not long after I’d become obsessed with Jenny lee lindberg #but also his face rly reminds me of someone and I couldn’t figure out who and yah it’s Joanie:))) #we lost touch so long ago. he looked a bit of a fucking mess #I remember I was like 16 or smth. and I fucked this girl #but I found her rly weird and annoying. sorry Sophia. and she used to follow me around etc #and I’d accidentally left jewellery and my watch at hers #and I remember Jonas being like yah I’ll just say I’m your boyf and go with u and she’ll back off #but before he could he was actually like nvm I’m fucking off to go back to Germany #went to uni at Bauhaus tho good for him #also I don’t think she’d have given a shit cos I found out later she actually did have a boyfriend rip him #so sad joanie was like. one of the few people who got it #cos we met at like 1am at alipali and hung out for a few hrs #because we both came from weird hippie households #and he just. got it. the whole having weird parents thing and how shit it can be #how did I forget abt that crush or that he even existed omg #based on a lot I remember it being mutual too wth #wow apparently all I remembered from my teen years was the girl trauma. #and the bs with steffen. so glad we r close now #and partying with the waterpolo boys #actually the waterpolo team all sucked so bad from what I recall #not the point. rich reminds me of Jonas. and there’s a fondness

[waitingonavision]

Moisés “Mo” Bondia! Official OC Info Post

Age: 55 (his age during the film)

Gender: AMAB/male (cis); he/him pronouns

Height: 5’6” (170 cm)

Physical description: Has glasses with oval frames, medium brown skin tone, and dark curly hair (3A?) with a puff on the front right side and grey streaks on the both sides; bearded. Wide-set eyes, broad nose; he’s lightly freckled on his cheeks and has dimples.

Dresses no differently than the townspeople but does wear a Sephardic style kippah (aka a yarmulke; photo is for reference) on his head. He’s on the chubby side, with round cheeks and a little double chin.

His clothing palette consists of goldish-browns and blues.

More art and info under the cut!

I’m still trying to tweak his clothing style...

Personality: Mostly soft-spoken but has a bit of a mischievous/joking streak; very dorky sense of humor. Patient for the most part; has a calm, deliberate way of speaking. On the guarded side–vigilant around new people, though he tries to be as open and friendly as possible. Has a poor sense of direction.

Enjoys wine (the doofy jokes really come out when drunk) and singing (but is bad at it). He is a big Jewish nerd™. His family escaped with their chumash (the Torah/Five Books of Moses), a prayer book or two, and a few other things.

His name, Bondia, means “good day” (from the Hebrew surname, Yom Tov). It’s shaped his outlook on life, despite, or because of, the trauma of his childhood–he was five when he and his parents fled the bandits (at the beginning of Encanto).

Background [cw for parental death and depression]: Moisés and his parents, Ester (mother) and Jonás (father), have been in the Encanto since its creation. His parents both passed away by the time he’s in his mid-late 20s. Because he’s really the only Jew in the Encanto, he feels like the odd one out (in that sense, he has a kinship with Bruno and, to an extent, Mirabel). The townspeople get along with him, despite his differences.

Ester’s and Jonás’ deaths occurred one after the other and hit Mo very hard, and he went through a period of depression and, just, not taking care of himself very well. He wasn’t always chubby (fairly average build in his teens and early twenties), and actually lost an unhealthy amount of weight after his parents’ deaths but eventually recovered–he’s able to sympathize with Bruno in this way. He is body confident and prefers himself chubby.

Relationship with the Madrigals and others: After the Madrigals discover Judaica among their heirlooms/possessions, Mo falls into the role of a rabbi and helps the family explore their Jewish ancestry and reclaim that part of their identity. He worries about his motivation (e.g., having more Jews around will make him less lonely, is that why he’s doing what he’s doing?) and wonders if the Madrigals, especially Bruno, are actually interested (he is/they are).

Bruno becomes Mo’s study partner. Mo helps Bruno through the conversion process, doing his best to offer support when Bruno struggles with guilt over leaving Catholicism. They are not romantically involved, though I’ve toyed with the idea of a queerplatonic relationship. (Mo is likely panromantic and maybe ace.)

He and the Padre have an odd friendship. They spar over theology and general religion a lot, getting into intense debates, yet they can be seen chatting companionably at the bar(?)/other places.

Other info: Works as the Encanto’s calligrapher. He knows Spanish and Hebrew, and maybe some Ladino (Judeo-Spanish). There are a lot of challenges to being Jewish in the Encanto, but he and eventually the Madrigals make it work.

He likes flowers and sketching landscapes.

Pokémon AU info: He has a bunch of Litwick that hang out around him (8, + 1 shiny) and provide light on Shabbat. Also trains a Bramblin that eventually evolves into a Brambleghast, a Golurk, and a Smeargle. He picks up a stray Mareep.

The Litwick are a reference to a menorah. Bramblin reminds me of the burning bush, so I gave it to Mo. Golurk seems to be based on the Golem of Prague from Jewish legend. Smeargle reflects his work as a calligrapher. And Mareep because Moses is a shepherd in the Torah.

Appearances:

my fic, “A Time for Building”

this art post/compilation of Encanto OCs by @cheetee​

other random bits of info via asks

#encanto #encanto oc #moisés bondia #jewish madrigals #my writing #my art #stuff i've posted #mobo bobo #(his other nickname ig) #i *will* learn how to color someday lol

[writers-ex]

hey girl

I’m so happy for u ahh idk why I’m proud of you in a way look at u you’re taken now 🥰

Remember to take care as always and I’ll always be waiting for your content :3

As usual, here are some songs I’d like to share with you!

drunk-Keshi

Dancing in the crowd- Dyar Pshder

Buyers remorse- Daniel Caesar

And we walk after- Trevor Kowalski

Gave you everything- DW Santy

Hold my Hand, Sunshine- Sexy Pigeon

-🦦

me when you send an ask

you’re the coolest anon and so sweet i hope you can find happiness and get some rest too 🦦 being taken especially with a sweet girl like my gf is amazing just remember to communicate with your partner about any concerns or worries you may have and to be understanding of your schedules, this goes for friendships and family relationships too, btw i’m adding all of these songs to my playlist to as we speak thx for the recs, may i suggest txt 20cm, lazy by soovi, and wafle house jonás brothers?

#🦦 anon

[bigfrozenfan-fanfics]

Chapter 05 - Elsa's excursion

Links: Chapter overview, Character list, Map, Glossar Rating: M over all Publishing cycle: each Friday on (link)

Remarks: all my chapters contain carefully selected music tracks. It’s your own decision if you want to use them or not while reading. The purpose is to musically support the respective mood of the plot. If you can please use a browser for reading (not the Tumblr app) due to the text formatting.

Joná went to his little boat and pondered what had happened. He just wanted to help and hoped that Yelana would do something about it. Instead, she asked him to keep everything secret. He shrugged his shoulders and bent over the edge of the boat to get his catch out. Still thinking she already knew what to do, he turned with his full basket and froze. Behind him some men from the village had gathered and looked at him piercingly.

“Um ... why are you standing there staring at me like that? Is something going on?” he asked and put the basket down.

“We were just about to ask you that,” said the one in front, who had obviously led the men here. “We noticed everything earlier and wondered if you would tell us what you had so urgently to tell Yelana.” He crossed his arms and looked at Joná waiting.

Joná swallowed. He remembered what she had told him and didn't know how to begin. “Um ... well ... I was just so excited because ... because the fish I had on the line today are so big. One of them almost pulled me over the edge of the boat.”

The man in front of him cast a telling glance at his basket and then looked at him again with raised eyebrows. “Oh, yeah?”

“Not that one, no. But the one fish I was going to pull into the boat was,” said Joná, who noticed this look. “Really, I did. They were just too heavy for me and were tearing the string.”

A few moments passed, and the man finally nodded, “Well, we know your fish stories good enough. But don't you think you might have overdone it a little today?”

Joná sighed and let his shoulders sink. “Yes, maybe you are right. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to scare anyone.”

“Let's go, men.” They all turned around and walked slowly back to camp, some of them looking disappointed. But the leader of the group said quietly, “There's something he's not telling us. I don't buy that story. Not that I ever did, but ... ”

“Did you notice his nervous look and how insecure he was this time?” one of the men asked quietly and looked at him from the side.

He nodded, “Indeed.”

~~~

Elsa had been lying quietly on her bed for a long time, listening to the noises coming in from outside. It sounded very busy and once she heard a loud shouting and a name. Yelana. She didn't know this person, but she seemed to hold an important position. After that it was quiet again and she only heard a few birds chirping. A ray of sunlight came in from above and blinded her. She turned her head to the side and her eyes fell on the bundle of clothes next to her. Somehow she had had enough of just lying around here idly. She wanted to get out and look around.

Elsa bent her knees to see how far she was able to stand up. It still hurt a little, but it worked surprisingly well. She pushed the fur to the side and did stretching exercises with her legs, slowly and alternately. After some time she carefully sat up and bent over to massage her thighs and calves. A long blonde strand of hair fell into her face. “Oh ...,” she said in surprise and reached behind her head to pull more of her hair forward. She felt and looked at it. “I'd love to know what I look like,” she murmured and then continued to put her plan into action.

Finally she turned and let her legs dangle over the edge of the bed. She stood up, or at least tried to, because her strength was not enough and she sank back onto the bed. But Elsa didn't want to give up so quickly and pulled the wooden stool in front of her to support herself. After two attempts, she finally stood there a little shaky and made a satisfied sound. Then she picked up her clothes and slipped the leather tunic over her head. She touched the material. It was a bit rough, but very soft and felt a bit cool on her skin. She looked at the pants and sat down again to slip them over her legs, slowly stood up again and pulled them up. Everything fit her perfectly. Finally she put on the belt and slipped into the boots. Now she was ready for her first excursion and started to move slowly.

~~~

Honeymaren had nothing else to do at the moment and therefore shuffled around the camp a bit bored and lost in thought with her head lowered. Unconsciously she took the way towards Elsa's kota. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed how the flap of one of the huts was pressed open. She looked over and couldn't believe her eyes. Elsa stepped straight out and kept herself wobbly on her feet. She looked around curiously and their eyes met. Elsa smiled at her and took a hesitant step forward, but almost fell over and held on to the edge of the entrance just in time. Honeymaren did not hesitate for a second and rushed to her to help.

“Careful, you're still too weak and you might hurt yourself in the fall. Let me help you.” She took Elsa's hand and put one arm around her shoulder to support her.

“Thank you. I just couldn't stand it in there anymore and had to try to get out.”

“I can understand that. I guess that's what I'd do. Although ... nothing like that has ever happened to me, so I don't know what ...” She bit her lip.

Elsa looked at her and said, “All right, it hasn't happened to me either ... I think.” She put on a crooked smile.

Honeymaren nodded, looked down at her and then smiled and said, “The Northuldra clothes look pretty good on you.”

“Thanks. It feels very comfortable too. What's your name anyway?”

“I'm Honeymaren.”

They looked into each other's eyes for a moment. “We know each other, right? I'm sorry if I can't remember anything about it.”

Honeymaren felt her heartbeat accelerate. Before all this happened to her, Elsa had always been so distant, almost unapproachable, and with her task as Fifth Spirit, she had rarely been seen in camp lately. Now would actually be the perfect opportunity to change this. But was she allowed to do that? It would amount to a lie. She hesitated.

“Yes, we know each other ... quite well.”

Elsa briefly squeezed Honeymaren's hand and sighed, “I hope I'll be able to remember this soon. Will you help me to look around a bit and explore everything? I am very curious.”

“I'd love to. I already know where we could go first.”

They walked with slow steps and she helped Elsa to keep her balance. She had never been so close to Elsa before; Honeymaren thought to herself. It was kind of exciting. Before Elsa promised to free the Northuldra from the impenetrable mist wall on that memorable evening, Honeymaren didn't know very much, trapped in this small world. She was born into this world as one of the few children and there were only a handful in her age with whom she could do something. The few of them were playful boys who were either too simple-minded or interested in other things. So she grew up, mostly alone with herself and her thoughts, only with her somewhat jumpy brother Ryder, to whom the reindeer meant more than anything else. Otherwise, it was their leader Yelana who had been her life anchor and she learned a lot from her, especially about the past of her tribe and its values.

At some point they finally reached the edge of the forest and stepped out onto a narrow strip of sand beach bathed in sunlight.

“This is one of the few beautiful places here by the sea, the rest is quite jagged and mostly full of big black pebbles,” Honeymaren said, and led Elsa to a smooth, almost white-washed piece of an old tree trunk that lay half buried in the sand.

They sat down on it and Elsa looked out into the distance. The sun sparkled on the softly rippling waves, which the gentle wind washed up and carried a salty scent. She took a deep breath, laid her head relaxed in the neck and closed her eyes. Honeymaren, on the other hand, did not care about the sea, because she had a completely different view in front of her eyes. She sat so close to Elsa that she could literally feel her and the temptation was great to gently stroke her long light hair. She felt the heat rising inside her, but she was not allowed to rush into anything and instead was content to admire Elsa's features, her light soft skin and the fine hairs on her gently curving neck. She sucked up every little detail and felt lost in time.

So she didn't even realise how Elsa finally opened her eyes again and noticed Honeymaren's behaviour out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head and looked directly at her. “What are you doing?”

Honeymaren took a frightened breath and stammered, “I ... nothing, I ... I was just admiring your long hair. Sorry, Elsa, I ... didn't mean to ...” Her cheeks turned red and her eyes were wide open.

Elsa raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Tell me, Honeymaren, how well did we actually know each other?”

Honeymaren looked down somewhat bashfully, not daring to say anything. She thought feverishly about what she could answer instead. Then she simply changed the subject. She didn't know how Elsa would react and whether it was wise to mention it. Still, now they were sitting here already and the opportunity seemed appropriate.

“I don't know if I should say it ... but I guess sooner or later you'll find out from someone anyway. This is exactly where they found you a few days ago, unconscious and lying half in the water.”

Elsa didn't miss the change of subject, of course, and she wondered about it briefly, but the mention of her accident distracted her and she gazed thoughtfully out at sea.

“I'd love to know what exactly happened to me,” she remarked shortly after.

“Only Ahtohallan knows,” Honeymaren murmured, daring to look up again.

Elsa gave her a questioning look, “Ahtohallan? Who is that?”

“Um ... that's something we should probably talk about another time. Be patient, everything will be fine,” she replied, a bit unsettled, and placed her hand comfortingly on Elsa's arm. She glanced around her. “Dusk is starting to fall, and we should probably start making our way back. Don't want you to miss a root in the woods and trip.” She giggled and Elsa fell in laughing.

Then she stood up and extended a hand to Elsa to help her to her feet. The embarrassing moment from just now was over and Honeymaren was really glad about it. Both of them took one last look at the setting sun on the horizon and Honeymaren let herself be carried away to another remark because of it.

“I somehow knew you would love this place. I often come here myself when no one is around and the fishermen are all out at sea. Then I think about different things and have my peace. It's a really good spot to relax and enjoy nature.

“Yes, you're right, and that moment a minute ago really did me a lot of good. I thank you for it.”

“You're welcome, Elsa,” she replied with a smile.

“Tell me, Honeymaren, is there a creek around here with a quiet spot where you can see a reflection of yourself when you look into it? I'd like to know what I look like.”

Honeymaren looked at her in surprise, “As a matter of fact, yes, there is. Come, I'll take you there.” Honeymaren held out her hand and they both slowly and carefully made their way back.

~~~

Yelana sat on the furs on the floor in her hut and thought for some time. A Northuldra woman who wanted to know something she had sent her away again and said that she didn't have time at the moment and would visit her later. She saw Elsa lying on the beach in front of her eyes, shortly before all the spirits had disappeared and now this description. Of all people by this fisherman, who was known for his stories. But what he told was just too extraordinary this time and it all fitted in with recent events. However, Ahtohallan would never do such a thing, what could be the reason for that.

Except ... Yelana took a long scarf from one of her leather bags and put one end of it over her knee. Lost in thought, she stroked over the five symbols woven into it and stayed on the one in the middle. She had received this scarf from her mother when she was a child and has taken it out every time she has thought and searched for answers ever since. Maybe she hoped for some comfort and strength after her parents had died long ago. It was not unlike the shawl Queen Anna was carrying at the time, but it had a different colour and, of course, a different pattern on the edge that stood for the family that woven it for their descendants.

The fifth spirit before Elsa died during the events that ultimately trapped the forest for so long. She knew that for sure. But then who was it who had the powers of Ahtohallan and was responsible for all this today? There was no other fifth spirit, that much was certain. Could it be that ... no, that was impossible. Or could it? Could he have had a child? Then who was his mother? Someone in her tribe?

Slowly a certainty was forming in Yelana, one that she did not like at all.

~~~

He sat on the large rocky plateau near the river, far away from any Northuldra dwelling. Nobody dared to come here, because the earth giants slept here and did not like to be woken up. The place was perfectly chosen for his secret whereabouts.

He wore a dark, almost black fur coat, next to him were reindeer antlers, worked into a large fur hood. His eyes were closed, he breathed deeply and calmly in and out, and let his senses wander into the forest. He felt and he saw.

He could read their minds, at least of most of them. It was different from the nature spirits, where he never felt this limitation, but some people were strong-willed and it was as if he had to fight his way through a thick layer of snow. With very few of them he could only feel their emotions and nothing more ... like with this woman from the house of that hateful king, who was responsible for his father's death. Now, decades later, he still could see in his mind's eye that terrible image of how he found his father after the battle was over. As clearly as if it had been only yesterday. He was lying on the ground bleeding and not moving, peppered with half a dozen crossbow arrows.

His father had been his icon and was respected by all Northuldra, but also feared. For he had an ability that until now had only been considered a myth. He could change his shape. Therefore, some of the elders called him reverently Myandash, the reindeer shapeshifter, one of the centuries-old legends of his people. This legend said that his mother was a shaman and witch who could transform into a reindeer and that his father was a real reindeer. While Myandash was inside his tent he was a human, but he transformed as soon as he stepped outside. But the world in which he lived was that of the great reindeer spirit and not the realm of humans.

His father was therefore said to be the descendant of Myandash, who walked and protected among them. He had a great influence on the council of elders and his decisions were always taken seriously. But this was now in the past and he was alone. For decades he had hidden here and lived secluded from those of his people, learning, observing, training all his skills ... and planned his revenge. At least the king from the south was also taken to his death by someone from his tribe. But there were many of them, too many, and he hated them all.

He let his senses wander again and concentrated. Then he found a young Northuldra woman who had quite confusing feelings ... for another woman. He drew the corner of his mouth in disgust, but penetrated deeper into her mind and finally he saw through her eyes, saw what she saw, as clearly as if he would be present beside them ... a beach and that other woman sitting next to her. She was also wearing Northuldra clothes, but something was strange about her and different. Her hair, it was long and ...

He opened his eyes in horror. That couldn't be! How was that even possible? He had killed that blonde bitch, or at least made sure that she was doomed to drown in the dark sea and never appear again. How had she achieved her survival? He cursed. It hadn't been easy to take the magic away from her, or rather to make her forget all of it. It had cost him great effort and many preparations. To let Nokk dissolve under her was a piece of cake. After all, Nokk no longer had any connection to Ahtohallan, neither did the other nature spirits after he managed to establish the mist bell over the glacier.

It was all so well planned. But recently the Spirits had stopped obeying him and he assumed that it was directly related to Ahtohallan. But then he had been able to seize another of the secrets of Ahtohallan's power and outsmarted it. Only in this way had his plan become possible at all.

He would now have to try again. Then just by the conventional way. This time she wouldn't get away from him again, because now she had no magic and he was far superior to her both physically and mentally. It was just too bad that his father couldn't teach him to shape-shift anymore. He had simply been too young for that.

It was time to forge a new plan. One that was deadproof this time ... and he already knew approximately how he would proceed this time. It was time to act.

~~~

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I hope you have enjoyed this chapter! Please leave a comment if you liked the story, I would be pleased to read your opinions, even criticisms. If you want to be tagged as soon I publish the next chapter please let me know.

Credits: Many thanks to HARU (@ xlayers) for the commissioned fantastic fanart!

Tagging:  @karma26​ @whether-near-to-me-or-far​ @annaofthenorthernlights​ @igotelsapregnanthelp​

#frozen #frozen2 #frozen3 #fanfic #epic novel #the broken bridge #chapter 05 #bigfrozenfan

[recurscs]

holis. aqui les dejo una lista de nombres comunes para sus pjs de america latina, (pronto subire otra lista con nombres unisex). no duden en preguntar si necesitan ayuda o ideas. disfruten. 💫

( here’s a long list of more common / less fancy latine names. some are a combo of first name + middle name bc it’s a v common thing here. keep in mind i’m venezuelan and can’t possibly know every single name in every latin american country but this lil list should help you. also in some countries like venezuela, colombia, etc, most ppl have two names and two last names // eg. juan luis londoño arias // so keep that in mind when naming your character. lmk if u need any help. enjoy ♡  – pls don’t stress if you dont see unisex/androgynous names on this list, im working on one just for those. ) 

「combos. masc / male;

manuel;  josé manuel / juan manuel 

carlos;  juan carlos / josé carlos 

gabriel;  gabriel david / juan gabriel 

pablo;  juan pablo 

luis;  luis jose / josé luis / juan luis 

andrés;  andrés eloy / andrés alonso / andrés alejandro 

alejandro;  daniel alejandro 

daniel;  luis daniel / carlos daniel / josé daniel 

david;  josé david / juan david 

fabio;  fabio rafael / fabio ricardo / fabio raniel 

ricardo;  ricardo david / josé ricardo 

miguel;   miguel alejandro / josé miguel 

「masc / males;

A ⋆  aron, antonio, agustin, alberto, adrian, alexander, alejandro, alexis, alonso, álvaro, andrés, ángel, alfredo, asdrubal, armando, anibal.

B ⋆  benjamin, bruno, braulio.

C ⋆  camilo, carlos, cristian, christian, celso, cesar, claudio, cristóbal.

D ⋆  diego, daniel, deivi, david, darío, diego, domingo, dante.

E ⋆  enrique, esteban, esteven, elio, erik, eric, eduardo, efraín, eloy, emilio, emanuel, ernesto, ezequiel, elías.

F ⋆  fabian, fabio, favio, fernando, félix, felipe. flavio, francisco, facundo, franco, 

G ⋆  gabriel, gabriel, gilberto, germán, gaspar, gregorio, guido, guillermo, gustavo.

H ⋆  héctor, hernán, horacio, hugo, humberto.

I ⋆  ignacio, isaac, issac, iván, israel, ismael.

J ⋆  josué, jacobo, jaime, javier, jacinto, jesús, josé, joan, jhoan, joaquín, joel, jonás, john, jordán, jorge, joshua, julio, julián, jeremias, jonatan, jonathan, juan.

K ⋆  kevin, kike, kamilo. 

L ⋆  lisandro, leonardo, lenin, lucas, leandro, luciano, leopoldo, leonel, león, lorenzo, lucas, luis, luca. 

M ⋆  marcos, manuel, mauricio, matías, martin, mateo, máximo, moisés, miguel, marcel, mariano, maximiliano, marcelo.

N ⋆  nicolás, néstor, noel, noé.

O ⋆  oscar, omar, octavio, oliver, osmar, oswaldo, osvaldo, orlando.

P ⋆  pablo, paul, paulino, pedro, patricio, pascual, paco, paulo, pepe, peter, 

R ⋆  ruben, ruvens, rafael, raimundo, ramón, raúl, reinaldo, rey, rené, ricardo, raniel, rodolfo, roberto, román, romeo, rolando, roque.

S ⋆  sebastian, salomón, salvador, samuel, santiago, saúl, sergio, silvano, silvestre, simón, sixto. 

T ⋆  thiago, tiago, tito, tadeo, teodoro, tomás, teo, ticiano. 

U ⋆  ulises, unay.

V ⋆  valerio, valentín, vicente, victor, victorino, vladimir. 

Y ⋆  yonatan, yordan, yoan, yoel, yeremia.

Z ⋆  zander, zachary. 

「combos. fem;

maria; dulce maria / maria fernanda / maria josé / maria victoria / maria eugenia / maria paz / maria paula / maria elena / maria alejandra

sofia; sofia antonella / sofia alejandra / sofia valentina / danna sofia

mia; mia isabella / mia victoria / mia camila

ana; ana maria / ana valentina / ana victoria / ana paula / ana luisa / ana mercedes

emma; emma sofia / emma victoria / emma isabella / emma valentina 

luz; luz elena / luz celeste  

carla; carla valeria / carla estefania / carla valentina

eva; eva luna / eva martina / eva maria

zoe; zoe valentina

sarah; sarah lucia / sarah sofia

「fem;

A ⋆  ariana, arianna, adriana, ana, arantza, arantxa, antonella, agustina, antonella, alejandra, alexandra, andreina, alicia, andrea, anaís, angelica, ailín, alma.

B ⋆  barbara, beatriz, berenice, berta, bianca, blanca, brígida.

C ⋆  camila, catalina, carla, catherine, cristina, carola, carolina, cecilia, celestina, claudia, cruz, celeste.

D ⋆  danna, dana, diana, daniela, doris, damaris, denise, desireth, desirée, dafne, dilvana.

E ⋆  eva, edith, elena, elizabeth, elisabeth, elsa, elvira, emilia, erica, esperanza, emily. 

F ⋆  fabiola, flavia, fátima, fernanda, fabiana, fabricia, fiorella, flaviana, flor, florentina, francisca, frida, florencia.

G ⋆  gabriela, gladis, gloria, graciela, grisel, gail, génesis, georgina, geraldin, giovanna, gisela, giuliana, glenda, guadalupe.

H ⋆  haydee, helena, hilda. 

I ⋆  inés, irene, irma, isabel, isabella, ivanna, ivannela, ivonne, isis.

J ⋆  jessica, jennifer, jael, jasmin, jasmine, jade, janet, joana, jhoanna, judith, julia, juliana, jaqueline, josefina, juana.

K ⋆  katherine, katiuska, kristina, karla, krisbel, kendall, kimberly, kelly, 

L ⋆  liliana, luisana, luisa, luiza, laura, lujan, luna, luz, linda, lucia, luciana.

M ⋆  mia, mayerlin, maria, mayra, mariana, merida, miranda, maite, margarita, marta, miriam, monica, michelle, melany, melisa, micaela, melanie.

N ⋆  natalia, norma, nidia, nazaret, nomeí, nataly, natasha.

O ⋆  oriana, orianna, oscary, osmary, olga, olivia, orlanda. 

P ⋆  paula, paola, pamela, paulina, paloma, patricia, penelope, pilar, pia, perla, petra.

R ⋆  ramona, rebeca, reina, regina, rita, roberta, rosa, rosalia, roxana, rosana, rosario, ruth, rafaela, roselyn, rosalina, rosalba, rubi, rosangela, rosangel. 

S ⋆  samantha, stephanie, stefany, sandra, sara, sabrina, sabina, salomé, sheila, silvana, silvia, sofia, soledad, sonia, soraima, susana, susej.

T ⋆  tamara, teresa, triana, thais, talía, tania, tatiana, teodora, ticiana, tina.

U ⋆  ursula.

V ⋆  valentina, valeria, vanesa, vera, veronica, victoria, vilma, violeta, virginia, viviana.

Y ⋆  yaray, yuliana, yessika, yazmin, yasmin, yanet, yoana, yoanna, yudith, yvonne, yolanda. 

Z ⋆  zulay, zarai.

#rpt #rph #name help #rpc #rp guide #rp en español #mine #m:list

[bigfrozenfan]

Frozen III plot / fanfic - part 4

The Secret of the Northuldra

The previous three parts you can find here: part one, part two, additional thoughts, part three.

I do have now a permanent beta-reader for my translation, writing style, possible logical errors and for discussions about my ideas. 

Thanks Anon (i'm in private contact with him) for your support and for being such a huge fan of my fanfiction!

I hope you like this next part of my fanfic. Enjoy.

It has existed for so long. So long that, over the eons, it saw even the stars move and how the world was formed. Time passed, and it was content. It was at one with this world. Then life arose and at some point this began to develop its own consciousness. For a long time everything was good and remained in balance. But this did not stay that way for long and humans began to multiply and slowly but surely change this balance. It sensed this in advance and withdrew to a place high up in the north of the world. This place was not chosen by chance, but it did not look for this place either. That happened just like that. With the help of the elements it was in contact with every place in the world. It observed and learned, collected everything worth knowing and stored the memories of everything that existed. It was a river of knowledge and at some point it decided to intervene.

Humans felt that there was something at this site. Something special. Some of them, however, were more receptive than others and they went to this place because the river attracted them irresistibly. It chose these humans and made them serve itself, influenced them and sent them dreams. It gave them knowledge and wisdom and made sure that everything remained in balance.

As the centuries passed and the river froze, it finally became a glacier as the world changed. The place slowly fell into oblivion and eventually became a legend. But it was still there, and at some point decided to give a living form to four elements and to choose only one of these receptive humans in his short life time to control them all. It gave him a little of its own power for this task and thus ensured that the balance was maintained.

Generations passed, humans someday gave the glacier a name and four large monoliths were made, showing the symbols of the four elements. They had seen them glowing in the sky above the glacier more than once. The family of the One, called the Fifth who was admired and respected by all, made a scarf to pass on the legend to their descendants in a vivid way. It showed just these four symbols, grouped around a central fifth spirit, the symbol of a bridge between nature and mankind.

For some time all stayed that way and man and nature lived in harmony, but humans were the ones who finally changed things. There was a war between two peoples and it had to intervene once again. But in this turmoil something happened and remained undiscovered. Destiny took its course decades later when it, which they called Ahtohallan, finally realized his mistake.

Envy arose and desire for this power they called magic and a human took advantage of Ahtohallan's innocence. One human, in whom Ahtohallan had put too much faith in.

A mistake that in time would cost Ahtohallan dearly. But by then it was already too late.

***

They had given the horses the spurs and rode as fast as they could. They changed the pace from time to time from gallop to fast trot and back again to spare the animals. But at some point the sun was already very high and the heat affected humans and animals alike.

Mattias let his horse recede into the walk and Halima did the same. He patted the horse’s neck and looked over to Halima. “We have already done a good bit more than half of the distance and I think we are well in time. We should be there shortly after sunset. Would you like something to eat?” He reached into one of the saddlebags and pulled out an apple, which he held out to her.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile and accepted it. Then she took a hearty bite. “That feels good now,” she muttered with a full mouth shortly afterwards.

He grinned at her and pulled the leather water bag from the pommel, took a deep swallow and then hung it back. “When we are in Arendelle and I have sorted everything out, we could take the time to have dinner together. Shall we go again to that nice tavern up near the mill? Like last time?”

She nodded, “That would be genuinely nice, the food there is really good and afterwards we could go for a walk and look down from the hill onto the fjord. The weather is perfect, and we have almost a full moon.”

“Good idea. Let us do that.” He thought it did not really make sense for Halima to ride back with him in the morning. It would be better if she stayed at home, and they would see each other again the next day, when they had taken Elsa to the castle and the doctors were looking after her. There would be nothing more he could do, and they would have plenty of time for themselves. “Darling, I think I’d better ride back alone with the men and the wagon in the morning, and you stay in Arendelle until I return the day after tomorrow. All this riding is too tiring for you, you’d better rest.”

“Yes, maybe you’re right, I’ll wait for you and then have some time to do some errands,” she said and smiled over to him.

They rode comfortably in silence for some time, enjoying the beautiful landscape that slowly passed by until Mattias’ face slowly darkened and he finally expressed the thoughts that had been running through his mind since they left this morning. “I can’t get the whole thing into my head, you know? I just do not understand it. Not that I understand magic, but I’ve been with the Spirits there in the forest for decades. They didn’t hurt us and they left us in peace. They always assisted the Northuldra. And now this.”

“Apart from the fact that they held you captive,” Halima objected. “You have been away from me for so long, my love, and I have missed you terribly.”

He looked at her and his face brightened again. “I missed you, too, and it somehow kept me alive all this time. I never gave up hope of seeing you again one day and living with you in Arendelle. But year after year went by and…I mean-” he raised his arms helplessly and finally admitted “You’re right. When Queen Anna…well I mean before she was queen…when one day she suddenly appeared with Elsa in the woods in the middle of us and we…I talked to her that evening and I asked her if you were still over at Hudson’s Hearth and-” he faltered and his eyes became damp. “She said yes, you are, and then I asked her if you were… married.”

It took a moment for Halima to process what he had said and replied quietly “There has never been anyone else, Mattias. Only you.” She paused for a moment and then added, “We could have had children, Mattias.”

He looked at her sadly. Then finally he nodded and sighed, “I’m so sorry. I honestly imagined it so often. You and me in a cozy little cottage in Arendelle with a rattle band of feisty little kids.”

Halima said nothing about it. They both knew it was too late for her to have children at that age. They rode on in silence, both lost in thought. Then suddenly, in a low voice, she said, “We could adopt a child.” There was a short pause and Mattias didn’t know how to react to this suggestion. He raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips. “What do you think? There are some very nice children at the orphanage in Arendelle who are eager to be welcomed into a good family.”

“You’ve been there?”

“I have nothing else to do and I help out there from time to time. Every Friday afternoon I also tell stories to the little ones there. They love it. Don’t you ever have wondered why I’m never home that day?”

Mattias looked embarrassed and shrugged his shoulders. “I must admit I’ve never thought about it. During the week I have my duties at the castle, as you know now that Queen Anna has made me a general.”

Halima shook her head rebuking and sighed, “You are taking your new duties far too seriously. We are at peace, so what’s there much to talk about?”

Mattias couldn’t think of anything to say. She was right… as always. He nodded and then said “Let’s go there next week together. In my time, the orphanage hadn’t been around very long.”

“Yes, much had changed for the better since King Agnarr and Queen Iduna.” Halima put on a dreamy look.

“You knew them personally?”

“Well, I had no direct contact with the Majesties themselves. But I often saw them in Arendelle, even at the time when they were not yet married to each other. But I got to know Anna well about three years ago, she always is eager to meet and talk with people, she knows almost everyone by name.” She looked at him and asked, “Did you know Iduna was once at this orphanage?”

Mattias shook his head. “Why have we never talked about any of this before? It’s been so many months now since I came back alive from this forest. There is so much to tell. We must change that soon.”

“Nice of you to finally notice.” she rebuked and they looked at each other. Then they both had to laugh about it and he rode a little closer to her horse. He took her hand and looked deep into her eyes, “I love you, Halima. Now at last I can ask you what I wanted to ask you even then and only never dared to. Will you be my wife?”

Halima tore open her mouth and eyes and stared at him. Her heart pounded wildly as she nodded slowly but surely and answered with a broad smile, “Yes, Mattias, my love. I do.”

Mattias couldn’t believe it and a tear ran down his cheek as he bent over and kissed her.

They rode close together like this for quite a while, hand in hand, with a happy smile on their faces.

***

“Yelana, Yelana… something’s happened!”

One of the Northuldra men ran excitedly towards the leader. When he reached her, he stopped in front of her, completely out of breath and rested his hands on his knees, exhausted. Yelana looked at him in a slightly bewildered way and raised an eyebrow. “Calm down, Joná. What’s so important that you run around the village like a madman, shouting loudly and scaring everyone here?”

The man took a deep breath and started talking with his eyes wide open “I was out fishing and I thought to myself, they’ve got a good bite today. Then I looked over the calm waters of the Dark Sea and thought d…”.

Yelana raised her hand and rolled her eyes, “Get to the point, please. You don’t have to tell me about the weather, I can see for myself that today it is almost windless and very warm.”

“Yes… of course, once I start talking then-” Yelana looked at him with a penetrating look. “Excuse me…um…I was rowing towards Ahtohallan and I was already close when I saw something very disturbing. It…”

Yelana interrupted him again. “What were you doing so far out there? It’s forbidden, you know that.”

“Well, I figured since the spirits are gone and all, I’d take a look and…and try to find out something.”

Yelana shook her head, “So, you thought you could find out something about it. You.”

Joná looked at her sheepishly. “I…”

“Well, go on. I’m curious what you think you saw that was so disturbing,” she said somewhat sarcastically and tilted her head a little to one side.

“Ahtohallan is hidden behind a thick wall of fog, just like the one that has kept us locked up here all these years.”

Yelana looked at him at first in disbelief, then lowered her eyes broodingly. After a few moments, she took him by the shoulder and turned him away from the others, who were now looking curiously over at them. Then she whispered to him, “You won’t tell anyone here a word about this, do you hear me? That will remain between us for the time being. This is a serious matter and I first, must think carefully about it. You will also not tell anyone that you were out this far today. If anyone asks you, you tell them something about your catch, something about a big chunk of fish that almost pulled you over the edge of the boat, or something like that. You know what I mean?”

Joná nodded slowly as he stared at her, but couldn’t get another word out.

“Good. Now go back to work and don’t worry. I’m sure it’s half as bad as it looks.” Yelana directed him gently towards the beach and watched him thoughtfully as he walked away.

“This can’t be”, she whispered, lost in thought. Finally, she turned around and slowly walked towards her kota.

***

To be continued...

Remark: I have wondered who or what Ahtohallan is since I first saw Frozen II. Except that it is the source of magic from where Elsa got her powers, is master of the four spirits and cares about the balance of nature, we know nothing about "this being", if it is one. I thought it was about time to describe Ahtohallan from my point of view and I hope you enjoyed my thought process. Since I don't know whether it has a male or female (more likely) nature I have called the being "it". Background of the idea also was to connect Ahtohallan with Gaya, the Mother Earth, as she was called in Final Fantasy. Omnipotent and vulnerable at the same time. It is always the people who harm nature and who are hungry for power, who wage wars and spread without regard for losses. I don't know what WDAS was thinking when they designed Ahtohallan and its purpose, but maybe it was also an approach of Disney to show a connection, between the Spirits and Ahtohallan and a fifth spirit that forms a bridge between these two "worlds", man and nature. The introduction of the Northuldra with the background of a real people, the Sami, certainly had a deeper meaning in this context, especially if you know something about the history and way of life of this indigenous people. The dam is also directly related here.

And...I've now worked out most of the plot of my story.  What I mean to say is that I now know exactly what is going to happen and I've already written the last section of the last chapter. But I can't tell you how many parts I still have to write before I get there.

#frozen2 #f3 plot idea #frozen3 #frozen au #fanfic #part 4 #mine

[casualnepotism]

I figured I should just smack you over the head with questions because you're bored at work and books. So, friend, I've got you covered Epeolatry, Book-bosomed, Appendix, and Princeps :D

Aw fuck yeah let’s crack it open.

Epeoletry

Uhhhh it’s technically from a letter but I first read it in a collection so it counts but Jefferson’s

“‘say nothing of my religion. It is known to my god and myself alone. It’s evidence before the world is to be sought in my life. If it has been honest and dutiful to society, the religion which has regulated it cannot be a bad one.’”

I mean you know me, you know what’s up. It just speaks to me, that quote.

Book-bosomed

The Hundred-Year-Old-Man Who Climbed Out a Window and Disappeared by Jonás Jonasson.

Ever wanted to actually be able to remember 20th century world history? Now you can because you definitely won’t be able to forget Alan and his bullshit. Also it’s just hilarious and has a lot of good messages including: kill or be killed, life finds a way, kindness will out, and that a little bit of vodka goes a long way.

Appendix

Fuck me UP with 5D chess. I want plans on plans on plans. If I’m not surprised during a standoff by the ridiculous backtrack-style planning that both the “villain” and the “hero” have done then that standoff scene should be rewritten. Only certified geniuses and idiots whose plans are impossible to predict are allowed in this house.

Princeps

I mean there’s so many popular authors I don’t like but in the end I had to go with Edgar Allen. He’s just like. I don’t vehemently dislike him, I just dislike him enough that I forget he exists and honestly that feels like the worst punishment.

#thas the show here folks #send me more asks though i love them

[honeybies]

I’m so sorry but Jonás is the strongest Avenger if I ever see a black mass like that just floating in a cave I would fucking nuke myself

#mia.text #dark netflix #dark spoilers #Dark

[ryanrosscomehome]

I feel like I’m the only person in the world who would be fine without an Eliott season

Like don’t get me wrong I want one and the representation would be awesome and we all know maxence would kill it but the show DOES focus on high schoolers and he’d graduate before they could get to him. I just think there are others who should come before him and maybe if they had a season that was based on after hs then I’d want Eliott to be the first one 100%. But for season 5 &6 I don’t think so.

I reallllllllyyy want a Daphne season where they talk about everything about her mom bc sewing that short clip of it in the finale of og was genuinely one of my favorite storylines in the shows despite it being so short. The clip at the party between Chris and vilde where Chris is like hey if you need to talk I’m here for you will always make me sob and based on the fact that I KNOW skam fr can make me sob *cough* all of season three *cough* I know they would nail it. plus daphy is so different than vilde (not in a bad or a good way don’t come for me) that to she how she would handle all of that would such an important story to tell

I think season 6 should be more about the boy squad and the two I think would fit are Arthur or yann.

Ok so I think yann would be cool bc the Jonas characters are so weird to me bc of the fact that he’s one of the first three characters we ever see in the show but for some reason he doesn’t get a season? Like when I first watched skam and saw season one was Eva and knew three was isak I thought it only made sense that two was ab Jonás and the four was ab all of them? Idk it always sat wrong with me so and especially if they make him and Emma get back together in four I think it would be interesting to see if they actually make it work this time or if they’re pretty much doomed to fail as a couple idk I think it’d be really cool

As for Arthur he’s such a weird character like the whole Instagram thing and the tuturo thing and how David acknowledged that all of that was something (something that I expected to play a bigger role or let alone a role at all in season three but ok) but never happened is weird and I wanna know why like there’s such a mystery around all of this and Idk I just want it solved and I don’t think I want it to be like a background plot. Especially if they do make him lgbt and make him turn to Lucas for support like that’s something that I reallly want to see bc that would show so much growth and development for lucas’ character aswell. I think this is one I’d be fine with like a post high school season aswell

This got soooooooooooo much longer than I wanted it to holy fuck I probably said idk about a million time bc I’m indecisive and afraid of commitment alsobits 2 am please end help ahhh

#my first tumblr rant wow #this is a big moment for me #skam france #lucas lallemant #daphne lecomte #yann cazas

[theliterateape]

Top 5 Scariest Films for Halloween

By David Himmel

 It’s October, which means it’s prime time for enjoying all the things that chill our bones, terrify our souls and spook us so bad that the only way we can fall asleep is with all the lights on, a crucifix over our beds and a copy of Infinite Jest on our night stands to be used as a blunt weapon against any potential demons or undead killers who may come for us.

I’ve never been a fan of haunted houses. I spook too easily, I guess. I’m not the guy they want walking through their halls anyhow. In past houses I’ve committed all offenses in reaction to being spooked: punched a worker square in the nose; stomped to death some kind of mechanical tentacle protruding from the floorboards; grabbed a psychotic clown by his wig and headbutted him in the teeth; made my wife go first.

Around this time of year, I’m a bigger fan of staying in where the people around me are safe. But I still enjoy giving myself the heebie-jeebies. That’s why I’m offering you, dear reader, my pick of the Top 5 Scariest Films you should watch this Halloween.

✶

1. Shutter (2008) Written by: an original screenplay by  Banjong Pisanthanakun and Parkpoom Wongpoom Directed by: Masayuki Ochiai Starring: Joshua Jackson and Rachael Taylor 

A Japanese flick from the producers of The Grudge and The Ring, this supernatural tale makes you want to regret every photograph you’ve ever taken of dead Japanese girls. Like all good horror films, Shutter offers an important lesson: don’t bring your new wife to the city where you participated in raping an ex-girlfriend. The movie is allegedly one of Mark Judge’s favorites. But don’t let that keep you from watching it. Just don’t watch it with Judge in the same room. That’s scarier than even this film’s horrifying omega.

  2. Gravity (2013) Written by: Alfonso Cuarón and Jonás Cuarón Directed by: Alfonso Cuarón Starring: Sandra Bullock and George Clooney 

Thanks to the film Apollo 13, we know traveling in space is risky business. In part because of their affinity for Tang, astronauts are tough mofos. They have to be brave, incredibly intelligent and able to keep their calm in the most dire of circumstances. Such is the case in Gravity. While servicing the Hubble Space Telescope, Dr. Ryan Stone (Sandra Bullock) and astronaut Matt Kowalski (George Clooney) are forced to abandon their maintenance mission when high-velocity space junk rips through their orbit poking holes in their mission and their co-worker’s face. That’s all well and good. At this point, Gravity is an action film. It’s when Bullock is left in space with nothing else than a fire extinguisher and Clooney’s ghost running its oh-so-charming mouth off when the fear grips you tighter than Buzz Aldrin’s space diaper.

Oh, screw it. The trailer is enough to make you never want to leave the earth again with as much of a jump for joy.

3. Star Wars: The Force Awakens Written by: Lawrence Kasdan, J. J. Abrams and Michael Arndt Directed by: J.J. Abrams Starring: The ruined childhood of virgin 50-year-olds everywhere 

The brief synopsis of this movie is Star Wars: A New Hope. There aren’t many seat-jumping moments in this film. Every opportunity to heighten the intensity and threatening nature of Kylo Ren and The First Order is met with almost slapstick humor. What makes this film a perfect watch for Halloween is hindsight. Unlike the best horror films where surprise is the most important element, The Force Awakens is a terrifying flick because we know the wreckage it leads to: Disney’s churning out diluted facsimiles of the Original Trilogy to take our money while leaving us wondering what we just paid for. The Force Awakens is the first Star Wars film that can honestly be considered a suspense/thriller because of Disney’s ingenious mindfuck. It has more of a “Holy shit! I didn’t see that coming!” moment than Get Out and The Usual Suspects.

 4. Superman III (1983) Written by: David Newman and Leslie Newman Directed by: Richard Lester Starring: Christopher Reeve, Richard Pryor, Margot Kidder 

I was probably 5-years-old when I first saw this. I thought Richard Pryor was funny. I thought Superman was awesome. I though Margot Kidder was beautiful. I thought the climax where Vera Webster is transformed into a cyborg was the stuff of pure evil. Satan’s nightmares. The worst possible way die. It was this scene that kept me from owning a Walkman and being unable to hug my dad if he was wearing his pager. I had a complete distrust of ’80s technology. I’m still not sure that our answering machine isn’t responsible for my parents’ divorce.

5. Mannequin (1987) Written by: Michael Gottlieb and Edward Rugoff Directed by: Michael Gottlieb Starring: Andrew McCarthy, Kim Catrall, Meshach Taylor and James Spader

To start, this film’s main title song is Starship’s Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now. Yikes. Beyond that, this thriller will have you biting your nails down to your second knuckle as you watch the perverted delusions of a young man unravel all over the streets of Philadelphia. (Director Michael Gottlieb should have picked Bruce Springsteen’s Streets of Philadelphia as the title tune.) Ancient Egyptian curses, sexual attraction to inanimate objects, emotional psychosis and a demonic sidekick in Meshach Taylor’s Hollywood will leave you feeling haunted all the way through Thanksgiving. Mannequins, along with wax figures, are inherently terrifying; those unblinking eyes, the stiff limbs. Mannequins exist so that we may picture ourselves as them, which is fashionable, fit and always gorgeous. But they are lifeless, cold and as much alien as they are human. So when one comes alive in the form of ’80s-hot Kim Catrall, one would expect the fear imposed by these ceramic effigies to dissipate. Fortunately for your horror film-viewing pleasure and thanks to the genius of Cannon Films, this is not the case with Mannequin.

By the end of the film, you’re left wondering; if perception is reality, who’s perception are we perceiving? Mannequin is more of a mindfuck than The Force Awakens.

#Top 5 Scariest Films for Halloween #Halloween #Scary movies #Shutter #Gravity #The Force Awakens #Star Wars #Superman #Superman III #Mannequin

[chasingthepoguelife]

People are against even mentioning that Netflix and Jonas can do wrong. Even though he's technically a kook and that's fine, we all want to become successful, but that doesn't make him untouchable (discussion wise).

No one has even insulted him just questioned him and fans get so defensive and mean about him. He isn't your Dad.

I don’t know what goes on Netflix but I’m not sure if Jonás makes decisions like film locations. I also don’t think anyone really cares to pay attention to him. He’s not active on social media or does many interviews. I don’t really care to pay attention to him no offense guys but he doesn’t concern me. But he’s no exempt getting called on his shit.

[tomcavanaghsource]

Could you write a story about Eowells in wich he is jelous of Barry because you and Barry are your best friends (Eowells is engaged with you)?

Soundtrack: Jealous by Nick Jonás, Celos by Marc Anthony, Estos Celos by Vicente Fernandez

I’m an engaged woman I’m three (3) months from getting married to my fianancé, Harrison Wells, but he’s not my best friend. No. It’s Bartholomew Allen aka the flash he’s that guy in a red suit everyone talks about.

Barry and I are sitting at jitters drinking coffee since we don’t have any starbucks here so jitters will have to do (the things you do your fiancé and your friends) and we’re just laughing and chilling and reminiscing the times when we were young wild and free.

It’s a good day up until Harrison showed up out of nowhere and punched barry in the mouth. His lip is busted yet suddenly i foudn myself thinking maybe i should kiss that ugly bloody lip (the way his lip swelled up hid the fact that barry had a missing tooth no one apparently noticed has been missing for months so maybe that’s why). I shake my head because that’s wrong and I know it’s only in the moment cause otherwise I would never look at him in that way. He’s too scrawny looking for me while Harrison is firm and muscly. One of the few things I truly love about him I guess.

And despite Bary being so fast he hadn’t seen Harrison’s fist flying right to his face but his lip was going to heal in no time. Harrison dropped his hand to his side and turned to me. “I’m sick of him and whatever shit you two have going on. I can’t take it anymore.” He whispered screamed.

“You’re delusional!” I shouted back even though I knew damn well what was running thru my mind when the blood started dripping for Barry’s ’ mouth. I think it’s because of my blood kink I’m not sure but one thing I knew for sure was that my heart belonged to Harrison.

Harrison takes a step back and looks between the two of us. “I just..” He whispered so quietly I almost missed it. He shook his head and glares down at us before he walks out the shop.

I’m shook. I’m shaken. I’m SHAKING.

I get up to go chase after him. I always knew he had the wrong idea when it came to me and Barry but I never thought he would ever reach the point where he became VIOLENT.

Barry grabs me by the elbow and stops me. “Don’t go after him. Give him some time to cool off. I don’t want him to take it out on you.”

I hesitate but shake my head a moment later. “No, Barry.. I have to.” I pull away from his hold and run after Harrison. I had to clear this up. I don’t know what he saw today that made any other time different from when we hang out.

“Harrison…” I look like I’m about to cry when I find him on the corner of 7th. I don’t want to lose him. “Talk to me. Please.”

He looks like he’s choosing his words carefully. “It’s the way he looks at you. The way you act with each other and how people always think you’re dating when IM the one holding your hand.” He whispered. “I’m jelous. There I said it.”

“I love you though,” I try reassuring him but it doesn’t really seem to be working cause he laughs bitterly. “What? It’s true.”

“Maybe I am delusional…” Harrison shakes his head and crosses the street when the light turns. I follow him and I’m getting frustrated.

“I don’t know what kinda high school bullshit you think this is but I wouldn’t be wasting my goddamn time on you if I didn’t have feelings for you.” I stop walking when he does. We’ve crossed the steet already. I make him look at me by grabbing him gently by the chin. “ I mean it.”

He smiles at me slightly. “I know,” He whispered.

TBC maybe lmk constructive criticism only it’s my first time!!!

- Wendy

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what’s your take on the plot of the miniseries? any thoughts? im super curious to see how jonás and lucía fit in, who the woman (wearing the same shirt as amelia in one image) is, what luimelia’s personalities are like modern day, how they meet this time, how they fall in love, what their professions and hobbies are. the stills made me more curious as to what goes down. also i wonder much time passes altogether. im just rly excited!

bitch you basically just wrote all my thoughts!! i have nothing to add, I am also extremely curious especially considering the fact that it’s so damn SHORT. I’m assuming they’ll bank a lot on knowledge we have from the novela and focus each little episode on a theme instead of character building and stuff like that 

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Chapter 08 - The secret

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It was just before dawn when Mattias rode off to meet his companions. There was hardly anyone on the streets and he greeted friendly when he came past someone. After he passed the last house and took the path to the upper rock gate, he saw in the distance a vehicle with a canvas-covered body standing at the side of the road. When his companions noticed him, they waved at him.

When he reached them, he did not dismount but bent down and gave each of them a hand as a greeting. Both wore unobtrusive civil clothing.

“Good morning Trygve, good morning Kristina,” he said, sat up again and put both hands on top of each other on the pommel. “Ready for another trip to the Enchanted Forest?” he asked jokingly.

Trygve pulled a face, “Not really. It cost me almost my whole life.”

Kristina agreed and said, “Yes, I feel the same way. But you know, General Mattias, that we will always stand by your side faithfully. I hope we'll be away from there as soon as possible and I can enjoy my retirement on my little houseboat. The fjord is always better than that dreadful forest.”

Mattias nodded seriously, “I can understand that very well and I'm thankful for your willing to help me on this, hopefully very short mission, to get Elsa back to Arendelle incognito. I also want to return to Arendelle as soon as possible, to my dearest Halima. How have you been doing since you came back? We haven't had much of a chance to talk about it.”

“Well, I am back with my family and we are all doing very well. The financial support from the royal family, respectively from Queen Anna, has helped us all a lot and it makes life more comfortable,” answered Trygve.

Kristina looked far less satisfied and hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Unfortunately I have no one else. My relatives died three and four years ago. I visited their grave only last week. But I have made new friends and we do a lot together. I was also able to buy a houseboat and a small sloop with my severance pay. I sail out with it very often on the fjord.” After a little while, she added, “Over all, I'm doing quite well and I can be happy to spend my retirement in Arendelle this way.”

“I'm happy for you,” said Mattias and smiled, but then, turning to Kristina with a sad expression on his face, he added, “I'm sorry for you, Kristina, that you were not able to see your relatives again. My deepest condolences.”

She nodded sadly, "Thank you."

Trygve had looked at her with concern during her narration and now put a hand on her shoulder. “Sorry for you, Kristina, I didn't know.” They looked at each other. “Let's do something together when we get back ... and hey, if you don't mind I'd like to go for a sail on your sloop with you. I'll bring the food too.”

She laughed and nodded. “I'd love to, Trygve.” But then they both lapsed into thoughtful silence.

“All right, folks, the sun's coming up over the horizon. We should slowly set off,” Mattias interrupted their thoughts and took the reins in his hand.

The two nodded and got on the wagon side by side. Trygve had the draught horse trotted, Mattias rode after them. When they had passed the rock gate, Mattias looked back. The first sunrays had already reached the upper part of the castle and bathed the top in a warm light.

~~~

It was of course Olaf who was the first to notice that something was different than usual. While Kristoff and Anna were still enjoying their togetherness in bed, he had already gone outside in the early morning hours and looked around the camp. Since he had been able to read and write, had read all the books he found in the castle for the last two years, and was now even a regular guest in the Arendelle library, he had developed a new view of the world around him. He was curious and liked to combine contexts that no one else saw as he did. Where others took many things for granted, he questioned everything and was the only one who noticed that the Northuldra camp was unusually empty this morning. Apart from women and children, not a single one of the men was to be seen.

“Tell me, guys, isn't it curious that there are barely any men around the camp today? All I see are some women and their little ones.”

Anna and Kristoff sat together with him still a bit sleepy at the fireplace and looked now first at him, but then also peered around surprised.

“You are right, Olaf,” Anna said and raised her eyebrows. “Where did they all go?”

“Maybe they have heavy work to do and need all the strong men for it?” Kristoff surmised and shrugged his shoulders.

“Or maybe they are doing what they often do in Arendelle Castle in the morning when one of those council meetings is taking place,” Olaf replied. Anna and Kristoff looked at him in amazement.

“Might well be,” Anna pondered and nodded thoughtfully, but what could be so important and why didn't they tell me about it; she asked herself. It certainly has something to do with Elsa, but I am her sister and Queen of Arendelle after all, so I should also be informed about everything that concerns her. She made a thoughtful face.

“Let’s gonna find it out,” Kristoff said and stood up. Then he went straight to the next Northuldra woman who was repairing the tunic of one of her children. “Excuse me, but we were just wondering where all your men went. It's so empty in the camp today.”

“They have important things to do today,” she said with a smile and returned to her work. Kristoff turned to Anna, pursed his lips and, with his shoulders raised, spread his arms wide to communicate the disappointing answer.

Anna frowned and now also stood up to ask the next woman the same question. She headed for a young woman who was cutting vegetables for the morning soup in front of her kota. But Anna did not receive a satisfactory answer either, as her expression indicated, when she turned around again and looked at her companions helplessly.

Shaking her head, she went back. “I guess we won't get an answer from anyone else either, by the looks of it.” They both sat down again and looked at one another questioningly.

What have they got to hide; Anna asked herself, and above all why? She put her head in her hands and pondered.

~~~

Two Northuldra men waded through a shallow part of a quietly flowing wide creek and started to run faster once they reached the other side. The forest was slowly getting denser and man-sized bushes seemed to block the way. But the men knew exactly where a hidden path led through the undergrowth, and shortly afterwards they were no longer to be seen.

When they came out on the other side they stepped into a wide clearing. In the center was a large, elongated building, the upper part of which consisted of a tower-like construction, with skilfully timbered beams that protruded from the symmetrically built roof and ended at the upper end under a pyramid-shaped, open spire. Inside, a narrow wooden staircase led to the top, ending in a small platform. The lower part of the building had some narrow window openings placed remarkably high below the long roof boards, designed exclusively to let light into the interior.

Besides from the central entrance no windows were visible. Instead, at regular intervals long white birch branches were attached to the house in such a way that it almost looked as if they would support the whole structure. The branches protruded through the overhanging roof and then branched filigree upwards. Around the house, large birch trees grew at regular intervals, which were conspicuously straight and with their foliage formed a natural roof over the entire clearing and the building. This place looked impressive and almost magical.

The men rushed through the open double door and one of them pulled it shut behind him.

“Oh man, there you are at last, you're late! You must have been up against a big fish again, Joná?” joked one of the men standing near the entrance, laughing at the fisherman. It was the same one who had been on the beach the day before with a few others to interrogate Joná. Behind him, the hall was filled with Northuldra men, who seemed to be waiting for something, and some of them were talking animatedly.

Joná pulled a face, “Of course not, Völund, but the catch has to be brought to the camp by somebody, or do you want to have stinking fish on your plate later?” Völund waved off bored and turned around again.

The two fishermen looked at each other for a moment, nodded suspiciously and sneaked to the right side of the hall, where there was a second, smaller entrance. This door was wide open. Joná looked around and had to admit to himself that they had apparently really been the last, all the men from the camp were already present. Then he looked up in amazement. The room was very high with an open beam construction. Daylight flooded through the narrow windows. Torch holders were placed under each opening, and underneath them ran a balustrade around the entire interior. At the front, opposite the double doorway, a narrow staircase wound upwards, part of which led inwards in a semicircle and ended in a small opening at the top leading to the tower they had seen from the outside.

Joná had never been here, but of course he knew about the place and the purpose of it. In earlier days there was always a big kota in their camp, with a second entrance remarkably similar to the one he was standing next to now. This access was usually reserved for the shaman, the Noaidi of their people and this kota was used exclusively for rituals and the Norting, a grand assembly of his people. But this was long before his time and on recent decades, as he knew, there was no need of calling out a Great Ting. The last time was before the dam was built and the diplomatic negotiations with the foreigners from Arendelle were started. On these days, their elder had called for a meeting, but was shortly after murdered by this king behind his back. Today Yelana was their unspoken leader, and now it fell to her to proclaim a Norting if neccessary.

Joná was too young back then to attend such a meeting, but his father had told him all about it. Every man in his tribe ought to attend it as they came of age. At least when the opportunity arose. Today was apparently such a day, and Yelana, although not a Noaidi, just came in through the side door. She glanced around the hall for a moment and nodded at him briefly when she noticed him. Joná raised an eyebrow in surprise. Then she circled the waiting men and stood on one of the lower stairs to be heard well everywhere. It became quiet among those present.

She cleared her throat. “Traditionally, I am obliged to call a Norting when an important decision is about to be made and its consequence affect all of us. There are disturbing news related to recent events.”

In the hall there was a low murmur and many looked at each other with concern.

“However, I must first point out that my conclusions are based on suppositions, some of which have not yet been confirmed. Highly plausible assumptions, however. Our fifth spirit Elsa was probably attacked on purpose and there is possibly a certain person behind all this, someone who might have a good reason for it. That someone is also most likely behind the disappearance of the other four nature spirits.”

The worried murmurings in the hall abruptly increased.

“Hear me. I had a hunch, so I went to see Gyda yesterday.”

From the ranks of those present, someone shouted out loud and clear, “Gyda? What does this old witch have to do with it?”

Yelana's gaze swept around, angrily fixating on the one who presumed to disturb her speech and pointing at him with an admonishing index finger. “Be quiet and don't interrupt me! You have no idea what you are talking about. Gyda is not who many of us think she is. She is a solitary person, I admit, but she has been through a lot in her life, and if you would let me finish, you would understand.”

Yelana took a deep breath and outlined in short, rough words what Gyda had told her and how much it had burdened her. However, she left out the climax for now. Yelana was known for her seriousness, but there was one thing she did not miss out on, and that was to bring certain things to the point at the right time. Some of the younger men opened their eyes in surprise when she ended, but didn't dare say anything. Yelana noticed it, of course.

“Yes, those of you who were born under the mist may not have known it yet, but before Elsa, we had another fifth spirit. The older ones among you, including me, still knew him. He was difficult to deal with him, to say the least.”

Some nodded affirmatively.

“It was Gyda's own decision that she lived in seclusion ever since, and many of us have supported it. We have all, in our gullibility, judged her prematurely.”

One could see how many of the heads were lowered and it became quiet as a mouse.

And then Yelana got to the point, and somehow she enjoyed that moment, “Gyda had a son!”

It was quiet for a second, and everyone remained motionless to process what they had heard, but in the next second a wave of excited, loud word fragments burst onto Yelana, when most people suddenly realized what it meant. Yelana let them go for a few moments, but then struck several times hard with her gnarled birch cane on one of the steps above her. The whole construction vibrated and boomed and it became instantly quiet again in the hall.

“We do not know what he is capable of. But the fact that he apparently has the spirits under control and tried to kill Elsa and almost succeeded tells me that he is not to be underestimated by no means. He is different from his father in one crucial respect. He's out for revenge. Revenge on all those who were partly responsible for his father's death. Revenge on all those who came from Arendelle, home of that murderer Runeard.” She let the words sink in, then continued in a softer, but insistent voice.

“I deliberately did not invite Queen Anna and her companions, for as long as they are among us, we too may be the target of Kolgrimr, the name Gyda gave to him. For the time being, none of them may know our secret of the old fifth spirit and his son, and if they had not already planned to leave tomorrow and take Elsa with them, I would have arranged for it myself. Both Anna and Elsa are half Northuldra and half Arendellian and are descended from one of our oldest families. We owe them both so much when they freed us last year and we have made a new peace between us and Arendelle. But I admonish you all anyway. All this is something that we cannot control and we all have to decide this way, because unfortunately there is still something you do not know.”

Yelana paused in the silence and then looked over to Joná. “Come here, Joná,” she said forcefully and waved him over.

All heads turned and looked into the corner where he was standing. Völund's jaw dropped and Joná didn't know what was happening to him. He hesitated and looked around him nervously.

“You need not be afraid. Come...,” Yelana added reassuringly. Slowly he moved towards her, his head lowered and he wished he could hide now, it was clearly visible on his face. Finally he stood next to her and she put her hand on his shoulder.

“Because we had just talked about the fact that many of us have many prejudices and show a lack of respect for one of our own. Here stands Joná and he has done something that showed a lot of courage and conviction to want to help us all. He dared to approach Ahtohallan with his boat despite the ban, because he wanted to find out what was behind all these events. I don't mean to say that I approve, but he found out something that we otherwise wouldn’t know and which was ultimately decisive in convening this Norting.” She whispered to him that he could go back, and Joná hurried to comply.

“Ahtohallan lies beneath a magical fog wall, identical to the one that trapped most of us here for over 34 years. This is probably also the reason why Ahtohallan no longer has a connection to the nature spirits and can no longer help us. There is only one person who can be responsible for this and I hope you now understand why we are all in great danger if this kind of threat should come upon us.”

The ensuing turmoil was indescribable and Yelana had a hard time bringing everyone back to their senses. In the end, she raised both arms and moved her hands up and down to appease them.

“Please calm down again! I can understand your concern, but we are not his main target, please be aware of that. Kolgrimr survived somewhere under the mist completely alone for over 35 years since he was a seven year old kid and he never turned against us once. I guess none of us can even imagine the hatred and despise he has for Arendelle. That is also the reason why none of them can stay among us here. He has only recently started to put his plans into action and I can only hope that Elsa will very soon remember who she was before and what powers she once had. Keep your eyes and ears open and tell me immediately if you discover anything unusual. But please, stay away from him. He may be Northuldra, but no one can say what has become of him in all this time.”

Yelana took a deep breath and finally dissolved the assembly. “That's all for now. You can go back to camp now.”

As the last of them had streamed out of the hall, she sat down on the stairs, a little exhausted. “I don't want to be in the shoes of the Arendellians and I hope that Elsa still has her magic,” she muttered softly to herself and it sounded almost like a prayer.

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I hope you have enjoyed this chapter! Please leave a comment if you liked the story, I would be pleased to read your opinions, even criticisms. If you want to be tagged as soon I publish the next chapter please let me know.

Remarks: Back when I was writing this chapter, I dreamed of this hidden building and always wished that someone might be able to draw it for me or that I would be able to do it myself. It wasn't until recently that I dared to do an edit and took Disney's concept art of the Northuldra-style Arendelle Castle as a basis for my story and modified it accordingly. I wish I had better quality imagery for the two Northuldra fishermen there, it took me quite a bit of effort. Hope you like the result.

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“ For some reason they truly believe the EP was only meant to be a “gift” to fans and never meant to sell“ well it was a gift since it got 0 promo unlike his other singles who even the one that sold the “ less “ sold 1M and has done certifications liam is doing fine STD just got nominated for song of the year in the BMI , he attended some fashion shows,will release his collab with Jonás next month and was approached to be in a musical like not to be mean but Im sure he is doing better than louis

Please do not start a stan war with Louies. They are both in their own lane and clearly there are no hard feelings between the two of them, I’m sure they are happy for each other and supportive, their fans should be the same.

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Frozen III plot / fanfic - part 5

The Secret of the Northuldra

The previous four parts you can find here: part one, part two, additional thoughts, part three, part four.

Rated T (or better M?) because of a little intimate Elsamaren moment and for violent thoughts and actions of a new antagonist :-)

I hope you like this next part of my fanfic. Enjoy.

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Joná headed to his little boat and pondered what had just occurred. He just wanted to help and hoped that Yelana would do something or at least know anything about what he had seen during his venture on the dark sea. Instead, she instructed him to keep everything secret. He shrugged his shoulders and bent over the edge of the boat to get his catch out. Still thinking she already knew what to do, he turned with his full basket and froze. Behind him some men from the village had gathered and looked at him piercingly.

“Um… why are you standing there staring at me like that? Is something unusual?” he asked and put the basket down.

“We were just about to ask you that,” said the one who was in the front and who had obviously led the men here. “We noticed everything earlier and wondered if you would tell us what you had so urgently to tell Yelana.” He crossed his arms and looked at Joná waiting.

Joná swallowed. He remembered what she had told him and didn’t know how to begin. “Um…well…I was just so excited because…because the fish I had on the line today are so big. One of them almost pulled me over the edge of the boat.”

The man in front of him cast a telling glance at his basket and then looked at him again with raised eyebrows. “Oh, yeah?”

“Not these one, no. But the one fish I wanted to pull into the boat was it,” said Joná, who noticed this look. “Really, I did. They were just too heavy for me and were tearing the string.”

A few moments passed, and the man finally nodded, “Well, we know your fish stories good enough. But don’t you think you might have exaggerated it a little today?”

Joná sighed and let his shoulders sink. “Yes, maybe you are right. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to scare anyone.”

“Let’s go, men.” They all turned around and walked slowly back to camp, some of them looking disappointed. But the leader of the group said quietly, “There’s something he’s not telling us. I don’t buy that story. Not that I ever did, but…”

“Did you notice his nervous look and how insecure he was this time?” one of the men asked quietly and looked at him from the side.

He nodded, “Indeed.”

***

Elsa had been lying quietly on her bed for a long time, listening to the noises coming in from outside. It sounded very busy and once she heard a loud shouting and a name. Yelana. She didn’t know this person, but she seemed to hold an important position. After that it was quiet again and she only heard a few birds chirping. A ray of sunlight came in from above and blinded her. She turned her head to the side and her eyes fell on the bundle of clothes next to her. Somehow she had had enough of just lying around here idly. She wanted to get out and look around.

Elsa bent her knees to see how far she was able to stand up. It still hurt a little, but it worked surprisingly well. She pushed the fur to the side and did stretching exercises with her legs, slowly and alternately. After some time she carefully sat up and bent over to massage her thighs and calves. A long blonde strand of hair fell into her face. “Oh…,” she said in surprise and reached behind her head to pull more of her hair forward. She felt and looked at it. “I’d love to know what I look like,” she murmured and then continued to put her plan into action.

Finally she turned and let her legs dangle over the edge of the bed. She stood up, or at least tried to, because her strength was not enough and she sank back onto the bed. But Elsa didn’t want to give up so quickly and pulled the wooden stool in front of her to support herself. After two attempts, she finally stood there a little shaky and made a satisfied sound. Then she picked up her clothes and slipped the leather tunic over her head. She touched the material. It was a bit rough, but very soft and felt a bit cool on her skin. She looked at the pants and sat down again to slip them over her legs, slowly stood up again and pulled them up. Everything fit her perfectly. Finally she put on the belt and slipped into the boots. Now she was ready for her first excursion and started to move slowly.

***

Honeymaren now had no more duties to do and therefore wandered around the camp a bit bored and lost in thought with her head lowered. Unconsciously she took the way towards Elsa’s Kota. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed how the flap of one of the Kotas was pressed open. She looked over and couldn’t believe her eyes. Elsa stepped straight out and kept herself wobbly on her feet. She looked around curiously and their eyes met. Elsa smiled at her and took a hesitant step forward, but almost fell over and held on to the edge of the entrance just in time. Honeymaren did not hesitate for a second and rushed to help.

“Careful, you’re still too weak and you might hurt yourself in the fall. Let me help you.” She took Elsa’s hand and put one arm around her shoulder to support her.

“Thank you. I just couldn’t stand it in there anymore and i had to try to get out and take some fresh air.”

“I can understand that. I guess that’s what I’d do. Although… nothing like that has ever happened to me, so I don’t know what…” She bit her lip.

Elsa looked at her and said, “All right, it hasn’t happened to me either… I think.” She put on a crooked smile.

Honeymaren nodded, looked down at her and then smiled and said, “The Northuldra attire look pretty good on you.”

“Thanks. It feels very comfortable too. What’s your name anyway?”

“I’m Honeymaren.”

They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment. “We know each other, right? I’m sorry, I can’t remember anything about it.”

Honeymaren felt her heartbeat accelerate. Before all this happened to her, Elsa had always been so distant, almost unapproachable, and with her task as Fifth Spirit, she had rarely been seen in camp lately. Now after her incident, would be the perfect opportunity to change their relationship. But was she allowed to do that? It would amount to a lie. She hesitated.

“Yes, we know each other… quite well.”

Elsa briefly squeezed Honeymaren’s hand and sighed, “I hope I’ll be able to remember this soon. Will you help me to look around a bit and explore everything? I am very curious.”

“I’d love to… I even know the first place we could go.”

They walked with slow steps and she helped Elsa to keep her balance. She had never been so close to Elsa before; Honeymaren thought to herself. It was kind of exciting. Before Elsa promised to free the Northuldra from the impenetrable mist wall on that memorable evening, Honeymaren didn’t know very much, trapped in this small world. She was born into this world as one of the few children and there were only a few in her age with whom she could do something. The few of them were playful boys who were either too simple-minded or interested in other things. So she grew up, mostly alone with herself and her thoughts, only with her somewhat jumpy brother Ryder, to whom the reindeer meant more than anything else. Otherwise, it was her leader Yelana who had been her life anchor and she learned a lot from her, especially about the past of her tribe and its values.

At some point they finally reached the edge of the forest and stepped out onto a narrow strip of sand beach bathed in sunlight.

“This is one of the few beautiful places here by the sea, the rest is quite jagged and mostly full of big black pebbles,” Honeymaren said, and led Elsa to a smooth, almost white-washed piece of an old tree trunk that lay half buried in the sand. They sat down on it and Elsa looked out into the distance. The sun sparkled on the softly rippling waves, which the gentle wind washed up and carried a salty scent. She took a deep breath, laid her head relaxed in the neck and closed her eyes. Honeymaren, on the other hand, did not care about the sea, because she had a completely different view in front of her eyes. She sat so close to Elsa that she could literally feel her and the temptation was great to gently stroke her long light hair. She felt the heat rising inside her, but she was not allowed to rush into anything and instead was content to admire Elsa’s features, her light soft skin and the fine hairs on her gently curving neck. She sucked up every little detail and felt lost in time.

And so she didn’t even realise how Elsa finally opened her eyes again and noticed Honeymaren’s behaviour out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head and looked directly at her. “What are you doing?”

Honeymaren took a frightened breath and stammered, “I…nothing, I…I was just looking at your long hair. Sorry, Elsa, I… didn’t mean to…” Her cheeks turned red and her eyes were wide open.

Elsa raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Tell me, Honeymaren, how well did we actually know each other?”

***

Yelana sat on the furs on the floor of her hut and thought for some time. A Northuldra woman came by at one time and wanted to know something, but Yelana had sent her away again on the grounds that she didn’t have time right now and would visit her later. She now needed the rest to think about everything. She saw Elsa lying on the beach in front of her eyes, shortly before all the spirits had disappeared and now this narrative, told by this very fisherman, who was known for his weird stories. But what he told was simply too extraordinary this time, and it all matched the latest events. However, Ahtohallan would never do such a thing, what could be the reason for that.

Except…Yelana took a long scarf from one of her leather bags and put one end of it over her knee. Lost in thought, she stroked over the five symbols woven into it and stayed on the one in the middle. She had received this scarf from her mother when she was a child and has taken it out every time she has thought and searched for answers ever since. Maybe she hoped for some comfort and strength after her parents had died long ago. It was not unlike the shawl Queen Anna was carrying at the time, but it had a different colour and, of course, a different pattern on the edge that stood for the family that woven it for their descendants.

The fifth Spirit before Elsa died during the events that ultimately trapped the forest for so long. She knew that for sure. But then who was it who had the powers of Ahtohallan and was responsible for all these recent events? There was no other fifth spirit before Elsa, that much was certain. Could it be that … no, that was impossible. Or could it? Could he have had a child? Then who was his mother? Someone in her tribe?

Slowly a certainty was forming in Yelana, one that she did not like at all.

***

He sat on the large rocky plateau near the river, far away from any Northuldra settlement. Nobody dared to come here, because the earth giants slept here and they did not like to be woken up. The place was perfectly chosen for his secret whereabouts.

He wore a dusky, almost black fur coat, next to him were reindeer antlers, worked into a large leather hood. His eyes were closed, he breathed deeply and calmly in and out, and let his senses wander into the forest. He felt and he saw.

He had the ability to read mans mind, at least most of them. It was different from the Spirits, where he never felt this limitation, but some people were strong-willed and it was as if he had to fight his way through a thick layer of snow. With very few of them he could only feel their emotions, nothing more, like with this woman from the house of that damned king, who was responsible for his father’s death. He saw in his mind again this terrible picture of his father after the fight was over, peppered with half a dozen crossbow arrows. At least this king was also dragged to his death by someone from his tribe. But there were many of them, too many and he hated them all.

He let his senses wander again and concentrated. Then he found a young Northuldra who had quite confusing feelings…for a woman. He drew the corner of his mouth in disgust, but penetrated deeper into her and finally he saw through her eyes, saw what she looked at…a beach and that other woman. She was also wearing Northuldra clothes, but something was strange. Her hair, it was long and…

He opened his eyes in horror. That couldn’t be. He had killed that half blood, or at least he thought that she was doomed to drown in the dark sea and never appear again. How had she achieved that? He was furious and he cursed. It had not been easy to make sure she would ever use her magic again. To let Nokk dissolve under her was a piece of cake. It was all so well planned. But lately the Spirits didn’t obey him anymore and he assumed that it was related to the fact that he had outsmarted and enclosed Ahtohallan. But not without first seizing some of the secrets of Ahtohallan’s power. On the other hand, he could be glad that the Spirits had no path to follow without guidance, otherwise he would quickly be on their menu. He would have to try again. This time she would not get away from him again. Too bad his father couldn’t teach him to change his shape. He was too young for that then.

It was time to forge a new plan. One that was really deadproof this time.

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Remark: As it looks like my fanfic is getting a little bigger than I once thought. At least the first five parts I count to an own chapter of “The Secret of the Northuldra”. The second chapter will have a new title, after the first bigger turn in the story. After that it will have to show. The whole thing has also become a little adventure for me and I am curious where it will lead me. Somehow it has developed its own dynamic *grin*

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