#destin mattias

[bigfrozenfan]

Destin looks a bit frightened when the photographer took this photo.

Here they are and as of today they also have a ship name for the fan community - i invented it from the combination of the names Destin and Halima. It's called...

"DESTIMA"

#frozen2 #destima #new ship name for #destin mattias #halima

[greatqueenanna]

Destin Mattias and Change

Lieutenant Destin Mattias was the newest introduction to the Frozen family and fits right in alongside Queen Anna (and future King Kristoff, don't @ me) in Arendelle as her General.

In my Honeymaren analysis, I mentioned how she acted as a mentor character to Elsa, and guided to towards her true destiny. Destin has this same role, except for Anna instead - even more interesting, however, Anna actually acts as his mentor in return. He and Anna actually mirror each other and follow a very similar development through Frozen 2, revealing to us that Destin is actually a very deep character, even with his short time in the sequel.

Fun fact - Destin means 'destiny' in French, which falls in line with the overall themes in Frozen 2 and his role in the film.

Destin and Anna share a lot of similarities - their unwavering loyalty to those they care about, their love for Arendelle, and their sheer determination to do the right thing, even if it means sacrificing their own well-being.

However, the similarities do not stop there.

When we first meet Destin, he is wary of the Northuldra and the spirits due to what he had witnessed before being locked away in the woods. He was under the impression that the Northuldra attacked them, and somehow caused the death of the King he was loyal to.

Anna starts Frozen 2 with a similar mindset. She witnessed the spirits destroy Arendelle, and Elsa act secretive about the voice. Anna wasn't ready to trust the spirits, and she also wasn't readily willing to put the lives of the people she cared about, and the life she clinged onto, on the line. When Elsa proclaims she will help everyone in the woods, Anna is concerned "That's a pretty big promise, Elsa." then Anna remarks to Honeymaren with a more realistic promise "We'll do all we can."

Later on, Anna and Destin spend a moment together during the camp scene. They talk about a couple things, first about Hamila.

Anna remarks that Halima is still single, but Destin is conflicted about this. This is an interesting scene because it actually showcases something that Anna is trying to avoid. Change. Destin is saddened by the fact that someone he cares about is single, even though it benefits him because if he gets out of the woods, he can try to be with her. He cares more about Halima's happiness than if she is available to him, even though that would mean that something in his life was changed and he can't do anything about it.

Anna has to also face a similar issue. Anna doesn't want her life to change. She wants it to remain the same because she doesn't want to lose her happiness again. However, this comes into conflict when Elsa has a calling that could change the fabric of Anna's world - whether through Elsa leaving her behind or Elsa getting hurt. Thus, Anna is faced with this issue where she wants Elsa to be true to herself and be happy but is also struggling with the idea of Elsa's calling leading her away from Anna - either by choice or by death.

Thus, both Destin and Anna are faced with a similar issue - should they be happy that the person they care about is finding a life outside of them, or should they dread it? The good thing is that Destin gets to have his second chance with Hamila, and Anna can have Elsa in her life even while Elsa chases her calling.

The second thing they talk about is a prelude to The Next Right Thing.

Anna: What else do you miss? Lt. Mattias: My father. He passed long before all this. He was a great man, Built us a good life in Arendelle, But taught me to never take the good for granted. He'd say, "Be prepared! Just when you think you found your way, life will throw you on a new path". Anna: What do you do when it does? Lt. Mattias: Don't give up. Take it one step at a time and... Anna: Just do the next right thing. Lt. Mattias: Yeah, you got it.

Here, we see Destin unknowingly give Anna the best advice that she needs. Anna, as said, is struggling with change. Destin tells her how being prepared for change is important because life will always throw you something unexpected. The voice suddenly calling Elsa created a shift in Anna's life that she was not prepared for, or even wanted to acknowledge.

However, Anna has an inkling that things will change, no matter what she does, and she asks Destin how to deal with it. How does she deal with her life being different without her consent? And thus, he replies to her that she just needs to take everything one step at a time and do the next right thing. And when Anna is faced with the hardest moment of her life, she does just that and more.

We circle straight back to this during the Dam scene. Anna tries to convince Destin to let her destroy the dam. She tells him things that would ultimately change his perception and his very purpose. Destin swore to protect Arendelle and was loyal to his King, only for Anna to shatter the reality that he was living with for 34 years. Was he going to accept it and do the next right thing, or fight it for his own comfort?

Destin chooses to follow his father's advice and do the next right thing, even if it meant going against everything he stood for. Just as he helped Anna emotionally prepare for change, Anna helped him do the same. Thus, toward the end of the film, both Anna and Destin learn to trust the spirits and fight against injustice, even if it meant turning their backs on everything they knew.

Destin Mattias is an interesting and deep character that fully envelopes the themes and messages of Frozen 2, while also helping Anna and mirroring her own development. I hope he continues to play a significant role in the future of the franchise, and hopefully, he'll finally get to sing.

#Frozen 2 #Frozen #Anna #Destin Mattias #lieutenant mattias #Mattias #greatqueenanna/analysis

[disneymbti]

Lieutenant Destin Mattias, please?

Hi there, sweetie! I really hope you like this a lot!

Lieutenant Destin Mattias' MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type

MBTI Type: ISFJ [The Defender]

ISFJ types need time alone to re-energize. They are self-sufficient and independent thinkers.

They are very observant and prefer to focus on the details of every situation. They listen to and follow past experience and present understandings.

Defenders prioritize the emotional needs of others. They make decisions based on what feels right, rather than what might make most logical sense.

They also prefer structure and organization, tending to follow rules and processes to an end goal. They are responsible and have a strong work ethic.

Big Three: Taurus Sun, Cancer Moon and Pisces Rising

Taurus Sun: The Bull tends to be drawn to a creative, indulgent lifestyle — and we wouldn’t expect anything less from a Venus ruled sign. They're also thought to have a stubborn, loyal and grounded personality.

Cancer Moon: The emotions of Cancer Moons have no limits, restraints, or depths. This is a cosmic placement that often leads to sweetness, kindness, emotional awareness and responsibility. 

Pisces Rising: The Pisces ascendant commits fully to their beliefs, and has an active imagination.

Enneagram Type: 6w7 [The Confidant]

Basic Fear: Six wing sevens’ fear losing their support system. This may be expressed through self-deprecating humor, in which they seek affirmation and assurance from other people.

Basic Desire: Their basic desire is to feel safe and supported. They show this by being loving and supportive to others. They honor their commitments and are very loyal to their friends.

Like other sixes, Confidants defend themselves by projecting their feelings, which may lead them to misunderstanding themselves and their relationships.

#destin mattias #frozen 2 #disney #disneymbti #mbti types #isfj #astrology #zodiac signs #taurus sun #cancer moon #pisces rising #enneagram types #6w7 #the confidant

[queenofglassbeliever]

If Lieutenant Destin Mattias was in OUAT S7.

If Lieutenant Mattias was Ella's father.

#lieutenant mattias #lieutenant destin mattias #destin mattias #once upon a time #ouat s7 #ouat #ella mills #cecelia tremaine

[sortedwords]

And What Will You Do? Chp. 2

“I hope you remember what happened soon, sir. I wanna help you somehow.” The soldier with dark beige skin spoke, anxiousness in his tone. He hadn’t stopped worrying about Mattias’ well being since they found him. Mattias did appreciate the concern, though he found himself too caught up on the events from earlier to properly respond. All he’s been giving the soldier were mumbles as they made their way over one of the many hills in the Enchanted Forest.

“You were gone for so long, and—and after an hour, we started to follow that path you usually take…” He started to fidget at the hanging threads of his uniform, the skin of his fingers picked at. “But… But we couldn’t find you! We were shouting and—“

“Rasmus, you’re going to worry yourself sick again.” Another soldier with ginger hair and a fine mustache spoke. “We found him, he’s in one piece, so there’s no reason to dwell on it anymore.” He looked onward, brown eyes focused on the path ahead.

“You were worried about him too!” Rasmus’ beady eyes darted to the pale man, “Back when we kept calling Mattias’ name, you started pulling on your hair again and searching through every bush—“

“Ah, ah, ah! That was then, this is now!” The tall man interrupted, face turning a shade of pink as he glanced at Mattias to make sure he wasn’t hearing any of this. He and the smaller, broader man started to bicker, going back and forth over who was more ‘frightened’ than the other while Mattias just stared ahead.

Mattias held his hands behind his back. He kept thinking about that temple. That strange, strange place. What was that? How long had it been there? How did he just now find it after nearly 30 years? That artifact… What did it do to him? How did he even manage to escape that place? Why doesn’t he remember? Was it because of magic?

Was that what it was? Magic? But it was so different compared to the magic he’s seen before.

A familiar, horrible feeling was crawling back onto him.

He resisted the urge to tear at his skin, to rip it to shreds until he was relieved. Stop thinking about it. Just stop thinking about it and it’ll go away. Stop. Stop–

“Henrik, Rasmus.” Mattias suddenly said. The two men straightened themselves. A leaf shot by his face, “Did you hear any strange sounds earlier?”

He must’ve seemed serious, as Rasmus sputtered out an answer immediately.

“Strange sounds, sir? No, sir!”

“Well, we’ve heard the usual strange sounds around here. The howling, those rock giants’ distasteful grunts, that wind spirit rushing through the trees.” Henrik added as a few more leaves zipped past.

The trees started to rustle. The noise only grew louder as more and more leaves started to whirl around.

“Speak of the devil.” Henrik hissed through his teeth.

In just seconds, what felt like thousands of leaves started rushing by them. The men shielded their faces. The wind slashed at their skin. They tried to keep walking. Tried to move on. What else could they do? This was part of life. This was to be expected.

Ever since that fog had trapped them, the wind had become ruthless. They never knew when it’d happen. It could strike at dawn, midnight, noon, and they’d only have seconds to react before the storm picked up.

Mattias could hardly hear himself think as the air rushed past his ears. This wind somehow felt far more vicious than it usually did. He looked through the cracks of his fingers as he tried to keep on the path, but barely, just barely, he could hear Henrik shout.

He whipped his head around. Henrik was hunched over at the side of the hill, holding onto a hand with Rasmus nowhere--

Mattias didn’t waste another second as he ran over to see Rasmus dangling off the edge of the path. While Henrik held tightly onto Rasmus’ arm, Rasmus tried to use his other arm to pull himself up. Rasmus knew he shouldn’t look down, he knew he shouldn’t, but his wide eyes couldn’t tear away from the jagged rocks and thorny vines waiting for him below.

Mattias got to his knees and grabbed Rasmus’ other arm. Despite the wind, despite the leaves obscuring their vision, he and Henrik started to pull Rasmus back to the path. Rasmus’ legs were kicking about, desperately looking for something to stand on.

With one last heave, the two were able to get the man onto solid ground, and the wind started to die down.

Henrik and Mattias both sat on the damp dirt. Rasmus laid flat on his back, hands over chest as he breathed heavily, his pupils still pinpricks.

“You all right, chap?” Henrik gave his fellow troop a light nudge..

“Yes. No. I’ll be fine.” Rasmus replied. The tuft of his thin, white hair splayed in all directions.

The men got to their feet. Henrik offered his hand and pulled Rasmus up with him, only for Rasmus to suddenly wince and hold onto his arm.

“Is everything alright?” Mattias stepped closer.

“Oh, yes! Yes! I’m all good, sir.” Rasmus gave him a crooked smile, “It’s just old age, that’s all.”

He didn’t let go of his arm.

Mattias’ brows lowered, “Alright, but if you’re still hurting by the time we get back to the base, you will be getting checked on, is that understood?”

“Of course, sir!”

#frozen 2 #frozen destin mattias #destin mattias #Mattias #frozen #fic #decided to give names to the other soldiers in the movie!!

[autisticheadcanons]

Destin Mattias from Frozen II ! He has black and white thinking (Arendelle is good and the Northuldra are bad, which he maintains long after he is cut off from Arendelle), and also he's hyperempathetic (cries when he hears about Anna's death when Olaf tells a story, even though he barely knows her).

#destin mattias #frozen 2 #autistic headcanon #actuallyautistic

[androidavenger]

I know the KA fandom has been a little down lately but have this nice moment from the Frozen 2 novelisation, I guess?

#Kristoff #Queen Anna #Destin Mattias #kristanna #Frozen 2 #Frozen #liv speaks

[greenjacketwhitehatdocmui]

Frozen 2 Story Idea:  Repatriation

Okay, based on the post I made here about the diversity in the military in Runeard’s time being born more from pragmatism than progressiveness, here’s an idea that popped into my head.  Of course, it came up when I should be working on Chapter 3 of “Those Left Behind,” but hey...

While sorting through some paperwork, Queen Anna notices that recruitment into the military is unusually low.  To be more specific, while there are a good amount of men enlisting, there aren’t nearly as many women--maybe one or two for every 10 men.

This is odd because Arendelle has had open enlistment for everyone ever since Runeard’s time.  It didn’t matter what color or gender you were--if you were an Arendellian citizen 18 or older, you were eligible to enter the military.

(As mentioned in my previous post, King Runeard wanted every available body for the military.  Given his racism towards the Northuldra, I think that it’s safe to say that he probably harbored similar attitudes to varying extents towards people of color and women.  However, he could put that aside as long as said groups were willing to fight and die for him.)

The source of this inequity is a surprising one:  Several women who were considering enlistment had changed their minds after talking to a widow.  To be more specific, this widow’s daughter was the first woman to enlist in the military, something that had once made her proud.

Anna, after having scheduled some time away from the castle, pays the old widow a visit.  She wants to know what’s going on.  She wants to understand.

The widow is in her 70′s, but is still quite mentally sharp.  She is also extremely bitter, though she is civil to Anna.

“I merely told them the truth,” she says over a cup of tea.  “I told them that I could not have been more proud of my daughter when she was selected.  I knew that she was destined for great things.”  She takes a sip.  “She was selected for the Northuldra Peace Expedition as one of their best soldiers.  She said she’d be back in a week, maybe two.  We both know what happened then.”

“I’m sorry,” Anna says, and she means it.  She’s not sure what else to say that doesn’t sound false.

“Truthfully, Your Majesty.  I like you, your sister--all of your family, in fact.  You’ve been good for Arendelle.”  Her face darkens.  “But I will have no dealings with magic.  Magic is what took away my little girl, so bright and proud, while arrogant spirits did as they wished.

“I would have been fine if she died in a war,” she continues.  “She understood the risks and duties of a soldier.  But to die in a place where she could never come home, because of some all-knowing beings?  To be robbed of a lifetime of chances because your spirits were offended?  To die in a forest, surrounded by your enemies, never to see the sights and sounds and smells of home?  That sort of manipulation burns, Your Majesty.”

Anna thanks her for her time.  It’s obvious that the widow isn’t spreading sedition, but is honestly bitter about her daughter.  It’s perfectly understandable why the widow feels as she does.

A week later, General Mattias visits the widow.  She listens intently as he tells her stories of her daughter--training incidents, practical jokes and the like.  And he tells the widow that her daughter died defending her king to the best of her abilities.

He tells the widow that he is in the process of repatriating the bodies of those lost.  He asks her where the burial should take place.

Several weeks after the return, the widow dies peacefully in her sleep.  She hadn’t changed her tune about the spirits and magic, but she was grateful that her daughter was returned to her.

Mattias notes to Anna that recruitment will probably be lopsided in favor of more men than women, at least for the foreseeable future.  She’s not too worried; she’s just happy that one soul can finally be put to rest.

What do you think?

--Doc

#frozen 2 #frozen #destin mattias #anna #king runeard

[ahtohallan-calling]

#this is one of my fav little gags but also it's cute bc i mean hey elsa is his mom he's part northuldran too #olaf #destin mattias #frozen 2 #frozen #disney #gifs #mine

[angelshizuka]

“I see him in your faces.“

I know a lot of people have used this quote from Mattias to say how Anna and Elsa are “Iduna clones” who look nothing like their father.

But you guys gotta remember, literally the last time Mattias ever saw anything of Agnarr, is when Agnarr was a baby faced teen.

#frozen #frozen 2 #frozen 2 spoilers #king agnarr #destin mattias #mattias #anna #elsa #personal

[bigfrozensix]

Mattias: *is like 60-70 years old or something*

Me: *already singing adoption papers*

#HE'S MY SON NOW OKAY #frozen #frozen 2 #destin mattias #mattias #serena speaks

[doll-adjacent]

halima seems like a nice lady, but does anyone else feel that maybe they only added her to stop people shipping anna and mattias ? only, for me it was already too late 🙈

#frozen 2 #frozen 2 spoilers #princess anna #destin mattias #mattianna #halima

[queenofglassbeliever]

I made a poll for Ella's bio dad. Lieutenant Mattias and Lancelot won in tie. Then I made a tie breaker poll. Lieutenant Mattias won that. So I'm going to have some fun and make some headcanons about Mattias being Ella's father.

To start. Here's Mattias's reaction to finding out he has a daughter.

#ouat #ella mills #lieutenant mattias #lieutenant destin mattias #destin mattias #once upon a time #ouat s7

[sortedwords]

And What Will You Do?

Destin Mattias was scouting the Enchanted Forest, keeping an eye out for any activity or potential threats. He's done this hundreds of times, he knows this place like the back of his hand, but something soon leads him to a place he was never meant to see. A place he'll soon wish he never found.

Mattias has walked through this forest hundreds of times, and he’ll walk through it hundreds more. He’s seen it at its darkest hour, through the worst of storms, and at the break of dawn. He didn’t care for the thick fog ahead; how he could only see mere feet ahead of him, how the world around him was reduced to blurred colors, he knew this place by heart. He recognized the markings on the trees, the moss covered stones, and the remains of ancient structures now claimed by nature.

The silence that once kept him on edge was all too familiar with him now. He was fully aware of how unnatural the silence was, of course; bugs nor birds ever chirped, he never heard any animals rustling the leaves or branches, and even when there was a breeze, the trees hardly swayed. That was to be expected at this hour.

The Enchanted Forest looked the best at this time. Despite the Sun barely being visible, and the sky being a luxurious, deep shade of blue, there was always this strange, gentle purple glow that’d light the fog and the path below.

Dawn had grown to be Mattias’ favorite hour in this forest. He was always used to waking up so early in the morning, though in the past he’d be surrounded by other troops. Everyone would talk over each other, make a ruckus, create chaos, but here in the forest, he only had himself. He could enjoy the scenery, he could take his time, he could feel at ease.

Admittedly, he wasn’t taking his duty as seriously as he should. He’s supposed to scout the area, looking for any disturbances or suspicious activities, but he found himself too lost in thought to observe his surroundings, but he’s seen it all before, and he’ll see it all again.

Mattias had brought his sword and shield, and though carrying them tired his arms, he could never be too safe.

He wasn’t too certain what he and the other men needed to do today. He’ll have to think of something. They can’t idle around. What if they get caught off guard? Attacked? What if--

The sound of rocks tumbling made him jump. He hurriedly scanned the area, looking for what might’ve caused the noise, but all he saw were stones no bigger than his hand. He lowered his weapon, chuckling at himself for being so skittish.

He walked along, eyeing the rocks until the fog consumed them.

Mattias concentrated, trying to remember what he was thinking of before. His eyes lit up when it came back to him.

Perhaps he and a few troops could examine the docks at the far edge of the forest. He had heard rumors of strange activity happening nearby. There had been debate on whether or not the activity was caused by a human, it’d be an interesting case to look into.

An orange leaf gently flew to the ground. Mattias watched as it floated by him, a smile on his face. The only thing he didn’t like about the forest at dawn--and this did sound rather childish--was the fact the leaves were too damp to step on. There wasn’t a fine crunch to them, it was quite disappointing, really.

Another leaf flew by, then another, then another, all wonderful, warm shades.

The Wind Spirit must be flying through again, though when he looked up, he saw the trees weren’t moving along. There was hardly a rustly. He continued walking with caution.

He kept moving, staring above, watching the leaves fall, until he heard it. A very faint crunch. He looked to the ground, moving his black boot up to see a couple of dead, dry leaves laying among the colored. He kept walking, not taking his eyes off the ground, watching as the once colorful and patterned leaves turned dark and crumbled. The grip on his sword tightened.

The fog was starting to grow thicker. The comforting purple glow was fading. It was getting colder.

Even with his thick, sage green uniform on, he found himself starting to shiver. Something wasn’t right.

Mattias couldn’t let his mind assume the worst. He needed to be reasonable. The forest is enchanted, but in the end, it’s still a forest. There could be a storm forming, clouds could be rolling overhead, or maybe--

That’s when Mattias heard it.

He didn’t know if it was human, animal, or spirit, but he heard it.

A loud, low bellow echoed throughout the forest.

Mattias covered his ears as his heart pounded in his chest.

The sound was as harmonious as it was terrifying.

When Mattias brought his eyes back to the road, he saw a portion of the fog cleared, revealing an unfamiliar path.

He took off, sword and shield held closely as his feet hit the ground below. The frigid air hit his face, stinging his eyes as he headed downhill.

Another bellow rang out. Mattias had become so fixated on the noise--on what could be the source--that he didn’t notice the world growing darker. The vibrant, tall trees turned crooked and broken, their barks blackened, bare of any leaves. The purple light was no more, and instead, the land was being taken over by a miserable, lifeless hue of gray.

Mattias kept running and running until he finally reached the end of the path. He stopped, breathing heavily as he stared at what stood before him.

Ruins. Ruins of what seemed to be a temple.

Only a few columns--most about his height--stood, along with remains of walls, broken doorways, and a single, shattered window. What was this place? How has he never seen this before? Has he never paid much mind to his area, or was something preventing him from seeing it?

He hesitantly stepped forward.

“Is someone in there?” He asked aloud. Someone--something--made that sound. There was hardly any place to hide here. He had to find the source. They could need help, or they could be dangerous.

He stepped closer, walking under a broken half of a dark gray, stone arch. Most of the remains were made from the same materials. Dark stone, white wood for the window sills, and what seemed to be a light gray marble for the columns. He walked around the location. He found broken wood, torn books with illegible writing, and what he assumed were parts of furniture. Nothing remarkable, however, the life around the ruins--or lack of--is what caught his attention.

The trees had been reduced to stumps, vines were shriveled up, flowers and grass were dead, but the strangest of all was the fact that the ruins were standing on nothing but dry, gray, dirt. There were no mushrooms sprouting from damp areas, no moss in the cracks. Not even the dead plants were near it, as if something was preventing them from doing so.

Mattias turned the corner, nearly done getting a complete look at the temple, but he halted. There were cellar doors sticking out from the ground. Their wood was as old and busted as the rest of this place.

He went to the doors and pried them open, they hit the walls with a loud bang.

Inside were stone stairs. They were far cleaner and more stable compared to the outside. He was debating on turning back to grab a torch, given how dark the cellar seemed, but when he peered deeper inside, he caught a glimmer of a familiar, purple light. A comforting light that beckoned him, that whispered for him to come closer.

Mattias put one foot in, “Show yourself! I mean no harm!”

No response.

“I can help, there’s more of my men on the surface, you’re not alone.”

Nothing.

Mattias had no idea if there was even a person below. For all he knew, it could be another spirit, or a monster, or corpses of those who once lived here.

He walked along the steps, scanning the walls and their carvings. Small symbols with familiar shapes were engraved in the stones. Cracks ran across the walls, and while bugs would make their homes within them, there weren’t any here.

No insects, no rodents, not even mold.

He had noticed the stairs were slightly curved, spiraling and leading to who knows where. He just kept following the light.

The light grew brighter and brighter until he found the source. A lantern. A lit lantern. Someone had to be here.

He wasn’t sure if there’d be more lights below, so he slid his sword into his baldric and grabbed the lantern. The heat was hardly enough to keep him warm.

Mattias kept going. All he could do was stare at the walls, the ceiling, and the stairs. He watched as the ceiling began to grow higher and higher, how the walls gradually started to space apart, giving the stairs--and himself--more room to breathe. There were hardly any cracks anymore, instead, columns began to emerge from the side, revealing more of themselves as time went on. The steps were beginning to flatten, to the point where it felt he was walking through a grand hallway instead of the staircase he started in.

His steps would echo through the place, the fire from his lantern bathing the hall with a deep shade of purple.

Elegantly carved columns now towered above him, banners hung from their tops, and above them were baskets of wilted flowers. The ceiling had turned to a domed shape; there were paintings and carvings at the very top, but his light wasn’t strong enough to reveal them.

He looked ahead and saw another purple light. It was far fainter. Specks of light gently flew off the distant source like fireflies.

As he approached the source, he felt his foot touch something… Softer than the stone. He glanced down and saw a purple carpet lay beneath him, hardly torn and stained.

He went forward, eyes locked onto the faint light, squinting, attempting to make out what it was.

His foot hit a step, almost causing him to stumble and drop the lantern, but he was able to save himself. He carefully continued, paying attention to the floor to make sure no other steps would take him by surprise.

As he grew closer to the second light, his candle grew weaker. It flickered, flame growing smaller as the darkness around Mattias grew bigger, but he paid no mind to it.

He at last reached it. Sitting on a dark purple, wooden podium was a velvet pillow, and resting on it was a strange artifact.

He placed his lantern aside and leaned over, getting a better look at the item.

It appeared to be in the shape of an eye. He could make out the sharp corners and the curves of the eyelid. Mattias saw the rust on the gray base, it must be made from some sort of metal. The pupil of the eye was a sort of black gem, glistening off of what little light was given. There was another gem dangling from the bottom of the base, the same color as the other, but more of a thin tear shape.

What was it?

What was this place? How has he never seen this all before?

Has anyone else been here before him?

Surely, if one of his men had spotted it, they would’ve alerted him, they would’ve guided him here. If the Northuldra wanted to hide this, why would they leave such a valuable item laying out in the open? Why would they keep a lantern lit? Why would they leave the cellar doors unlocked?

He’s heard no one else, he’s seen no doors, he’s seen no signs of life.

Was he supposed to find this?

Was he supposed to be here? Mattias slowly picked his lantern back up, eyeing the artifact. He needs to bring this back, he has to find out what this is, where it’s from, who made it, anything.

Mattias carefully scooped the item into his hand, staring at it for a moment, adoring the craft, before slowly curling his hand into a fist. He didn’t want to lose this.

He turned around, more than ready to leave this strange place. The others were probably questioning what was taking him so long, why he’d yet to return, but he knew they could manage by themselves. They knew what to do and--

A sharp pain shot through his body. He grit his teeth and jerked back. The lantern fell to the floor as he leaned against the podium, trying to keep himself up.

He was burning. He’s burning. He’s on fire.

It’s all burning.

Sweat started dripping from his face. It felt like a fire was set ablaze in his chest, each breath more painful than the last.

He extended his arm and forced his hand open.

His eyes widened as he watched the relic root into his hand. The roots were a dark, dirty purple. They pulsed and dug themselves deeper and deeper into his hand, spreading more and more.

He could feel them.

Feel them all.

The roots.

Like bugs under his skin.

He felt them crawling under his arm, getting closer to his chest.

He tried to turn his hand over, to let the item fall to the floor, but he couldn’t move it. It wouldn’t listen to him. His fingers were still spread out, his arm still extended, and the pain still present.

He used his other arm and managed to grab the base. He tried to tear it out, but it wouldn’t budge. He dug his nails into his skin, trying again to pry the relic from underneath, growing more desperate as the pain intensified.

The roots were coming closer. His heart was beating.

All he could think about was the pain.

He was ready to try again, but he watched in horror as the relic began sinking into his skin.

He watched as his flesh absorbed it, as the skin wrapped and twisted around, pulling it deeper and deeper into his hand, until it became a part of it. A part of him.

His hand started to glow that familiar, accursed purple.

The tips of his fingers were starting to turn black, spreading and staining him like soot.

Before he could cry out or run for help, the roots had finally reached his chest. He felt them pulse, wriggling around, until they found what they were looking for.

He took one last breath before a sudden, scalding pain took over his heart.

He can’t breathe.

He can’t breathe.

Please.

Please, no.

Let him live.

All he could do was watch as the world grew darker, engulfed by the burning sensation until his body couldn’t take it anymore.

He fell to the ground, and the world went black.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Mattias heard a voice.

His eyes fluttered open, but immediately shut again.

It was bright out. Too bright.

He heard more voices, then someone shaking him.

His eyes snapped open.

He pushed himself up, off of the cold dirt and dead leaves, and looked around. The other soldiers surrounded him, all with concerned and reassured looks on their faces.

“Oh, thank the heavens.” One man spoke, “We found you outside an--and--and you weren’t moving or responding and--” He took a deep breath, “We’re glad you’re alright, sir.”

Mattias nodded slowly, the events at the temple still fresh in his mind.

He slowly looked at his hands, the tips still stained with black. He tried to wipe them away, but they remained. Flakes of the color fluttered to the ground like ash.

“Do you remember what happened?” The man asked.

Mattias held his hands together, “Hardly.” He lied, “Perhaps I was attacked.” He looked at his surroundings again. His people stood on the colorful leaves, surrounded by flowers of all shapes and sizes, but he sat on nothing but wilted weeds and crushed leaves. Remains.

“I’ll need to recollect myself back at the base.” He said, getting on his feet.

“Do you need any medical attention--” Another soldier piped up, but Mattias cut him off.

“I’m fine. I was caught off guard, but I’m fine. We need to go.” He led the way, hands held tightly together as the horrible, crawling feeling of the roots were arising, but he moved onwards. Despite the pain, despite the urge to tear apart his skin, he shut his eyes, doing whatever he could to forget it.

#frozen #frozen 2 #frozen destin mattias #destin mattias #mattias #literally have never seen frozen 2 in my entire life im working off of 3 facts i remember about it #i wrote this just cause of mattias mattias my beloved oohhhhh mattias #not sure if i'll be adding extra chapters or not #i'll see tho!!

[locktobre]

Ok I just have to ask... Is anyone else shipping Mattias and Yelana? Like, a little bit?

#mel irl #frozen 2 spoilers #destin mattias #yelana

[androidavenger]

you can’t tell me that agnarr didn’t once muse aloud whether his father would be proud of him when he was younger and he was comforted by a bunch of servants rushing to reassure him that king runeard would be immensely proud of him, and only iduna realised he was actually looking at the portrait slightly to the left and was talking about mattias

#King Agnarr #Destin Mattias #Queen Iduna #agduna #Frozen 2 #liv speaks #it’s about the [found family]