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Man @disneysliceoflife I got thinking and like
Okay maybe Anna DOES have some reason to believe Elsa might make questionable decisions LOL
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Is Agnarr Portrayed Negatively?
Short answer...yea, kind of.
In the era of Frozen 2, we got quite a bit of backstory into Aganrr and Iduna. One thing that stood out the most was the push for Iduna to not only be a more active parent, but her portrayals were showing her to be more sympathetic towards Elsa and Anna.
This brings up a glaring issue that has been brought up many times by fans - is Agnarr meant to be the real source of the family's problems?
I do not believe that this is what we're supposed to take away from the story, but I do believe that certain choices made in his character arc were not fully explored and only half-done — creating a disdain for his character.
Frozen Era
"Elsa, what have you done!? This is getting out of hand!"
Above is the audience's very first introduction to Agnarr. He fearfully scolds Elsa, to which she responds in an anxious and sorrowful tone.
Later on, it is Agnarr that closes the gates and pushes for secrecy and separation, teaches Elsa "Conceal, don't feel", and gives her the gloves. This is Agnarr's legacy for the next six years.
What was also apparent in the first era of the franchise's life, was how a lot of the blame for Elsa's behavior as an adult was strangely targeted towards Elsa alone, while Agnarr's part was ignored.
I had written an earlier piece a while ago, about how Agnarr taught Elsa "Conceal it, don't feel it, don't let it show" as if Agnarr was talking about the magic itself, but Elsa had misinterpreted it to be "Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know (put on a show)" to focus on her emotions—most likely due to her own fears.
While this was retconned in the F2 era, I do believe my initial analysis was correct. The writing team, for some reason, focused the blame on Elsa instead of talking about how Agnarr's choices affected her. This is supported by Anna's later lines toward Elsa —
"...And sisters. Elsa and I were really close when we were little. But then, one day she just shut me out, and I never knew why."
"More than you. All you know is how to shut people out."
"No. Why? Why do you shut me out?! Why do you shut the world out?! What are you so afraid of?!"
"Of course, none of this would have happened if she'd just told me her secret...ha...she's a stinker."
"You don't have to protect me I'm not afraid. Please don't shut me out again..."
Now, to be clear, I don’t believe that the writers purposefully did this to be malicious — instead, I believe that this was left over from the era when Elsa was meant to be a villain; when the story was focused on Elsa making her own mistakes. Then, because of the rocky development history and last-minute changes, some things were mistakingly left in; like the focus on Elsa being the main problem. But let’s get back to Agnarr himself.
Logistically speaking, Agnarr wasn't entirely wrong. He was faced with this situation he didn't understand and had no knowledge of. Putting Elsa in a safe and controlled environment where he can try and help her control her powers without anyone getting hurt was a sound plan. Agnarr does indeed love his children as well — he showed no fear toward Elsa's magic and was very gentle with her and Anna. All he wanted was to protect them.
The main problem however is that there is no conversation about Agnarr's questionable choices or his love for his daughters after the fact. Agnarr just sort of disappeared from the story, and instead becomes a source of disdain and confusion for fans.
Why wasn't Iduna held to this standard? To put it bluntly, Iduna was a non-character. She played no real role in the film and was literally just a recolor of Elsa's coronation model. Iduna in Frozen was meant to be a placeholder for a mother figure — not an actual character. Agnarr made all the choices, while Iduna just sort of stood there.
For the next six years, until F2 was released, this is what people's impression of Agnarr was — The father who made questionable choices but was never held responsible for any of them.
Frozen 2 Era
Frozen 2 chose to improve the situation, but the opinions towards how the writers handled it are mixed. I am of the opinion that they did well in terms of Elsa's trauma, but chose to sprinkle the rest (the parent’s backstories, Anna's trauma, and their apologies) across multiple platforms — which was a mistake. I talk more about this in my response to an anon here.
I feel that should’ve just focused on all these elements in the film itself, especially since it seems like in early concepts this was indeed the film’s main focus. It’s just sad that unless you read the side content, there’s a lot you’ll miss out on, and it’s not really known how much of this will actually be acknowledged. I write more on the subject in my Toughest Choices Analysis, going deeper into Agnarr and Iduna’s story (it seems that my final request of Anna actually seeing her parents acknowledge her, was realized in Polar Nights, which is great haha).
In this analysis, obviously, I'm going to focus a bit more on Agnarr, and mostly on how the film itself acknowledged him and his actions.
Frozen 2 gives us a bit more about why Agnarr feared magic (his father, the misunderstanding of the Northuldra) and why he took such extreme measures to protect Elsa. Then, we are given an emotional scene of Agnarr and Iduna risking their lives to fix their mistakes and help Elsa, which does give a little more sympathy toward Agnarr. This is followed by Anna telling Elsa that their choices were their own and that she is a gift. Then at this point, after being shown in memories, Agnarr’s story is done. Most of the film instead focuses on Iduna, which is a bit strange.
Frozen establishes (although, not directly as said above) that Agnarr was the one to make the decisions that affected Elsa — but then in F2, Iduna is the one to help Elsa heal, and becomes the main focus of F2's story throughout F2 content.
It's Iduna who writes the apology, it's Iduna who researched magic and decides to go to Ahtohallan, and it's Iduna who Ahtohallan chooses to represent when calling Elsa. Thus, it almost feels like Iduna has to be the one to fix Agnarr's mistakes.
This doesn't give the greatest representation of Agnarr, and kind of makes the issue of Agnarr becoming invisible to the story even worse. In Frozen, his mistakes are geared towards Elsa, while in F2, while his mistakes are now acknowledged, Iduna is the one to fix them, and the story is sprinkled between different platforms. This contributes to his negative representation.
Conclusion
Dangerous Secrets is the only content that really delves into Agnarr's position, and gives his backstory more meaning and depth. In the rest of the franchise, he is invisible. This is ultimately what contributes to audiences not liking him or feeling a sort of disdain for his character — I hope that in future installments, poor Agnarr can find some recognition as well.
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November/October 2023 Contest Submission #7: Golden Hour
Words: 3,000
Setting: mAU
Lemon: no
Content: mentions of homophobia
“I thought I’d find you here.”
Anna Ehrundel turns towards the sound of a familiar voice. She came out here to be alone, but Elsa’s presence is always more than welcome. “Well we’re at a lake house. Judging by the name, there’s only two other places I could be.”
Elsa rolls her eyes, a smile gracing her lips- as beautiful as always. She sits at the edge of the dock next to Anna. But instead of holding her legs like her younger cousin, she lets her feet dangle above the water. The evening sun rests on the horizon, adding a dark splash of orange to the faint purple of the lake. Elsa closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, “I’m going to miss this view so much.”
“Me too. It’s so much better than the suburbs,” Anna adds.
Elsa hums in sympathy. She doesn’t say anything else, content with letting the tranquil moment speak for itself.
But tranquility is the last thing on the escapee’s mind. “Is everyone still arguing?”
Elsa lets out a heavy sigh and looks back at the lake house. “Not anymore. Some people are still talking about it in the backyard, but for the most part, everyone’s just inside sitting and trying not to look at each other. I mean, Aunt Bulda is crying, but–”
“She’s always crying,” they both say at the same time.
Despite her heart still lying in the pit of her chest, Anna laughs, and so does Elsa. Though they only see each other a couple of times a year, the two cousins always manage to make the most of their time together. Anna will always be grateful for the day her Aunt Gerda remarried and she met the blonde with the big, blue eyes for the first time.
Twelve years later, the two of them are as close as sisters, which is a bitter source of conflict for Anna. On the one hand, being an only child has made her appreciate how much Elsa is there for her. On the other hand, it makes certain feelings of hers very complicated.
“I can’t believe they’re still making a big deal out of this.” Elsa plants her hands behind her, steadying her body as she leans back. “It’s been, what, a year?”
When Elsa shifts her body, her shirt rides up to show off her waist. Anna’s wandering eyes land on her pale skin and her face heats up as much as the sun’s surface. She shakes her head and tries to stay on topic. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have come to the reunion.”
Elsa looks at her and frowns. “What? This is not your fault. Besides, if you decided not to come, I wouldn’t have shown up either.”
Anna pushes her knees closer to her chest, the wooden planks let out a low croak. She appreciates Elsa’s words of support, but they’re not enough. “I…all I needed to do was shut up and not say anything for two days. But I didn’t; now things are awkward and the weekend is ruined.”
“No. If anyone made things awkward, it’s…” Elsa growls like a dog when you get too close to its bone. “It’s those fucking bigots: Uncle Duke, Aunt Eleanor, Grandpa Runeard, and that douchebag Hans. I wish we could burn the bridge with that side of the family.” When Anna’s lips twist into an amused grin, she asks, “What is it?”
“You swore,” Anna mumbles.
Elsa gives her a playful shove, almost knocking Anna out of her awkward position. “Whatever. Don’t tell my dad.”
“Never. I’m a devout follower of the ‘snitches get stitches’ rule, that’s why my hair is so big.”
“Because it’s so full of secrets?” Elsa snickers and runs her hands innocently through Anna’s hair. “It’s not even that big, you stinker.”
Anna shivers, pretending that it’s from the cold. She shifts her posture so that one foot is still pressed on the dock, and the other is hovering above the lake with Elsa’s. Mirrored poses, and between them is something thicker than glass that keeps Anna at bay.
She wishes it could be like this all the time: the two of them away from the rest of the world, watching the sunset, their knees touching. Even if there’s no way her cousin has the same twisted feelings she has, as long as they can stay together like this, it’s more than enough.
When the crown of the sun is the only thing visible across the water, Elsa breaks the silence. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Anna replies warmly.
Elsa sits up, readjusting her shirt and scooting close enough to see the growing redness on Anna’s cheeks. “I know I’ve said this a hundred times already, but I’m really proud of you for doing what you did.”
One year ago, Anna publicly came out on Instagram. For the most part, she was met with a mass wave of support. But there was one person who knew she was gay long before the announcement. She’s had the privilege of Elsa rooting for her for the past three years, and even now her heart flutters when Elsa says she’s proud of her. Though, that’s probably not the only reason.
“Would you still be proud if the family gets torn apart because of me?”
“Anna, you are the bravest, strongest, most wonderful person that I know. You’re the only person in this weird, messed-up family that I need.”
“What about your parents? Or Grand Pabbie? Shouldn’t Christian at least get the chance to know his Aunt Elsa?”
And suddenly, Elsa’s putting a hand on her shoulder, looking at her with an intensity she’s only seen aimed at the fucking bigots. Suddenly, she’s saying the words Anna’s only heard in shameful dreams: “You are the only one I need.”
The warmth in Anna’s face turns into an intense heat. And the longer she stares into the deep, inviting blue of her cousin’s gaze, the more she burns. She looks down at the water but finds that that’s not enough, so she makes the regretful decision of scooting away, arms guiltily wrapping around her stomach.
It doesn’t look like Elsa’s disappointed when she moves away. In fact, she’s now crossed her legs and has gone quiet– taking in the last rays of sun before the night falls on them once again.
When she was in sixth grade, Anna learned about this thing called the “golden hour”. It’s the time of day when the sunlight isn’t so blinding, and the world basks in deep shades of orange and a yellow so rich it may as well be gold. Ever since then, the golden hour has been her favorite time of day. And what makes today’s hour more special is the company she’s with.
The soft silence and calming colors lull Anna into a false sense of security. Her breathing stills, her troubles fade, and she’s so captivated by the angel at her side that the words just slip out: “Could I say something…really crazy?”
Elsa’s eyes flutter open, and she says without too much thought, “Sure.”
Reality hits Anna like the wind shaking the trees. She shakes her head, pathetically trying to turn back time. “… never mind. Just forget I asked.”
Elsa lets out an unbelieving laugh. “Uh, excuse me? Since when have you been afraid of speaking your mind? When you were twelve, you were the only one who had the guts to tell Aunt Gerda that she couldn’t pull off a perm.”
“That’s different!” Anna digs her fingers into her sides, trying to get herself to shut up. It doesn’t work. “This is something stupid, it doesn’t matter.”
“It sounds like it matters to you.” Elsa uses her hands to push herself up so she can get even closer. Her knee is on top of her cousin’s; Elsa might as well be sitting on her lap. “Come on, Anna, you can tell me anything.”
“Elsa, stop.” The burning red on her cheeks has nowhere to hide during this now cursed hour. She shakes her head again, and her next words come out in a pathetic abomination of a whisper and mumble. “Please. I can’t…I can’t tell you this.”
Whatever moment they may have been having, whatever peace that could have actually soothed her battered heart, is nothing more than a memory now. Anna closes her eyes, begging to wake up from this long nightmare. If mercy exists, she’ll wake up and be back in her room before they ever made this wretched trip to the lake house. She feels movement, a loss of warmth, and then hears footsteps. It’s Elsa walking away– an outcome that Anna both expected and dreaded.
The footsteps stop after a second, which is no surprise since Elsa’s always been a quiet walker. What is a surprise, however, is when Anna feels something get tossed across her shoulder. It’s soft, like cotton. She opens her eyes to see that it’s Elsa’s t-shirt.
“You know what? I feel like swimming.”
She turns around just in time to see her older cousin pulling off the last of her socks, now in nothing more than a modest, gray set of bra and panties. “Wait, what?”
“Watch your hands!” Elsa is a blur of movement as she jumps off the edge of the dock, yelps while tucking her knees into her chest, and disappears into the lake with a splash. Anna covers her face with her arm, but droplets still end up staining her shirt and shorts. When Elsa doesn’t resurface immediately, panic overtakes Anna and she sits up on her knees to look into the rippling water.
Then, from farther than expected, Elsa resurfaces. Her damp hair clings to her neck and around her shoulders, and she emerges with a relieved smile. “Woo! This feels amazing, Anna, join me,” she exclaims.
Anna shakes her head and stands up. She decided against getting in the water before Elsa arrived. “It’s getting dark, and I’m not even wearing a bathing suit.”
Elsa shrugs, “Neither am I.”
She takes a step back. “Yeah, but…”
“But?”
“I’m not like you, Elsa.”
Elsa grins, “You’re right. You’re so much cooler and smarter and braver than I could ever be. And I think you need to be reminded of that.” She traces the water with her finger as if preparing a spot for her cousin to land. “So get in the water, please? Don’t prove me wrong.”
Gosh, even if she wasn’t infatuated with her, Anna would jump off a cliff if Elsa asked her to. She takes in the last seconds of the golden hour that she’ll get to appreciate dry. And as a cold breeze both keeps her away and beckons her to go, Anna takes off her own clothes and jumps into the lake.
Anna tucks her knees in and hears a quick woosh before she’s engulfed by the water. It clings to her entire body like a slick suit, giving her the illusion of free movement while leaving nothing to the imagination. The rich yellow of the outside world disappears into a midnight shade of purple, with an inky blackness underneath her. Low, hollow pops are all she hears as air bubbles try desperately to fight off their eternal fate.
The surface is so close and yet feels so far. She’s reminded of the summer when she was seven years old and took swimming lessons with her mom. The rec center was so loud, the pool always smelled a little too acidic, and her swimming suit was itchy. But she suffered through all of that for the “free swim” period: the time before and after lessons when she could do whatever she wanted in the pool without supervision.
Anna would always dive straight to the bottom and look up at the surface, pretending she was a mermaid ascending from the depths of Atlantis and finally getting her wish to be on land. Just a few more kicks and she would emerge, completely and utterly free, taking in the first big breath of her new life.
She finds herself doing the same thing now, kicking her legs and pushing her hands up and out to see the sun again. But this time, when she emerges, the breath she takes isn’t from relief, it’s from shock.
“Cold! It-It’s cold! Why didn’t you tell me the water was cold?!”
Elsa laughs, “Aww come on, it’s not that bad.”
“You said it would feel ‘amazing’!”
“And doesn’t it?”
“No!”
The idle waters left to the late summer elements make the river much chillier than some cheap, rec center pool. And the breeze– which seemed to be getting stronger as the night approached– added to the coolness. Still reeling from the shock to her system, and to show her appreciation for being talked into this, Anna pushes a small wave of water towards Elsa’s way.
Elsa isn’t quick enough to guard herself either. “Hey, don’t splash me!” She wipes her face before retaliating with a small splash of her own.
And so it begins. Anna responds with a two-handed splash, so Elsa has to do the same, and soon their retaliations get bigger and stronger. What’s supposed to be a relaxing swim in the river turns into an all-out water fight. At first it’s just splashing, but then it devolves into kicking and tickling, and then they’re pulling themselves back onto the dock to try and dive onto the other person.
And through it all, Anna laughs. She laughs like she’s never laughed before, she laughs like it’s the first emotion she’s ever felt, she laughs like nothing matters. Because, as she’s starting to understand, nothing does matter. Nothing but this: her and Elsa, a never-ending lake, and the last rays of daylight painting the tips of the trees.
Time passes. When the golden hour is over, they find themselves underneath the dock, floating idly while Elsa’s arms lie on Anna’s shoulders. Anna rests her head against her cousin’s cheek. “I think I needed this,” she says, “Thank you.”
Elsa chuckles, it’s a deep and gorgeous sound that rings in her ear, “I should be the one thanking you.”
Anna turns around, thinking that Elsa will release her grip, but she doesn’t. She keeps her arms on her shoulders, absently drawing the younger one closer. “Wh–What for?”
If she was with anyone else, Anna would give in and close the gap, savor the moment as their lips pressed against each other, and she would smile from the bliss that washes over her. But she’s not with anyone else, she’s with Elsa.
Elsa, whose forearms are tantalizingly close to her neck, and whose thumbs just brushed against the curve of her spine. Elsa, the only person she can’t have.
Elsa, who is wiping a damp strand of hair away from Anna’s face, and softly answering: “For giving me hope.”
“Elsa…” Her eyes glance at the lips of her hushed companion; it would be so easy. But panic overtakes Anna and she squeezes Elsa’s forearms. “We should, uh, probably get back.”
“Do it.”
“D-Do it?”
In the cover of the growing darkness, Anna feels it before she can see it: Elsa pressing her forehead against hers. It could just be a quick gesture of affection, but then Elsa’s repeating her words in an almost eager-sounding whisper.
This could be a dream, or maybe Anna somehow died the second she dove into the lake. Wherever she is right now, she decides, doesn’t matter all that much. Not when she’s brushing her nose against the tip of her giggling companion, and tilting her head as she brings herself ever closer until finally it happens.
Her lips are soft and thin, a little wet from the lake but that deters nothing. Anna shivers, but she knows it’s not from the cold, Elsa moves her arms to bring them closer and to rest her fingers along the back of her younger cousin’s head. It’s comfort, it’s safety, it’s belonging.
When Anna ends the kiss, it’s only because she forgets where she is and almost starts sinking into the lake. Elsa is quick to catch her, and they laugh before embracing each other.
“I had this feeling…and I think I was right?“ Elsa asks.
Anna nods into the crook of her neck, but she knows this moment of bliss will be just that: a moment. Everything that happens after this will be messy, terrifying, and not at all the fairytale ending she’s hoping for it to be.
And as if she’s read her mind, Elsa continues, “We don’t need to figure everything out right now, I just wanted you to know that you aren’t alone.”
Curiosity gets the better of her. "How long…?”
“Long enough,” Elsa responds. She loosens the hug, placing one hand on Anna’s shoulder while the other caresses her cheek. “You?”
Anna bites her lip, “Probably longer.”
“Aww, that’s so cute.”
“Oh, shut up.”
Elsa gasps, placing a hand on the top of her chest. “You swore!”
“That’s not– ugh.” Anna rolls her eyes. “Of all the people…”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” Elsa looks down at the water and frowns, saying the words they’re both dreading. “We should probably get out of here so we can dry up.”
Regrettably, Anna replies, “Yeah, we should.”
“Ick, I don’t think I can use this underwear ever again.”
Anna raises her eyebrow, “And whose fault is that?”
“Yours obviously,” Elsa replies with a grin.
“Obviously,” Anna repeats.
“But I don’t regret it. Do you?”
Anna knows what she wants to say, but she still takes a second to think. Here, underneath the dock where the moon’s yet to reach, is everything she could ever want. All that awaits them on the shore is a thick fog of uncertainty and a million doubts and insecurities scattered under their feet. And that should terrify her, but when Elsa squeezes her hand it reminds her of why it shouldn’t.
“Of course I don’t,” she replies. “I have you.”
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For Halloween this year, my nephew stole my idea.
I had a dream where I dressed him up as Lightning McQueen and myself as Mater from Pixar's Cars films.
The little stinker decided to be Mater himself.
Well, shucks.
So I asked him what I should wear to go trick or treating with him. It's his birthday on the 31st, so Birthday Kid gets to dictate Aunt Kukla's costume.
"Lightning! I want you to be Lightning McQueen, Aunt Kukla!!"
Kid, you have far too much faith in my abilities. I *am* an international award winning costumer who can create anything out of nothing, but I can't crap out a whole-ass car costume in the next three days when I'm booked solid.
So I opened negotiations.
"How about a witch? A kitty cat? A skeleton? A doggie?"
No, no, and no. Silly Aunt Kukla.
*sigh*
He loves Frozen. "I could be Anna, or Elsa?"
He brightened up. "You be Anna!"
"Or Sven?" I kind of want to be Sven. I like reindeer...
"NO! You be Anna. Mumma can be Sven."
Meanwhile I'm realizing that an Anna costume means a new wig or dying my hair again. I also have literally *none of those pieces in my wardrobe.
Wait. He LOVES Encanto.
"Or I could be Mirabel?"
He was tolerant of that idea. Here's the thing; I wear peasant blouses and tiered skirts a lot. My hind brain spent the last day shuffling through my wardrobe.
So on the way home I stopped at a wig store. I was able to treat myself to a brand new lace-front wig for less than a commercially produced adult costume.
So. What do you think?
This is without make up, shoes or correct foundation garments. I do have a leather pouch I can add, too.
The colors aren't perfect but close enough, I think. I can embroider some butterflies on the blouse (and I will like it a lot more when I do.)
I do still intend to make a screen accurate blouse. I've already digitized the black-work scallop pattern. I'm combing Zenni for a pair of round glasses, which I'm going to have to paint to get the right color. But for Halloween?
I'm waiting on a miracle.
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Elsa: [feeding a pig]
Elsa: Good, Hans, good!
Hans: You named a pig after me?
Elsa: Don’t you see the resemblance?
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AHHHH!! 💙💙💙 I’m actually really, really happy with how this turned out, okay --
So. You all remember my HPHL MC Ru, right? Haughty-looking Victorian kid with way too long black hair and diamond earrings, whose face claim is Harry Styles with long hair?
Well, this...this is Ru’s real form, as a kelpie. I based their design largely off of concept art for the kelpie seen in Crimes of Grindelwald, but basically I imagine that kelpies tend to grow more and longer seaweed-like hair on their bodies as they grow older, and when they die underwater, it’s often hard to tell because their bodies decompose very quickly on the sea or lake floor, leaving the seaweed behind. When they first took Rudolph Ollivander’s place circa the beginning of his third year, Ru was considerably smaller and had a much shorter “mane.” When Estrid Soelberg @that-ravenpuff-witch finally removes the “bridle”-like chain around Ru’s neck post-Hogwarts and Ru’s able to change out of their human form again, this is what she sees -- a sea-green horse with a fish-like tail, electric blue eyes, and an oddly familiar smirk as it tilts its head just enough to show off one of the diamond earrings still attached to its pointed ear.
If you’d like to learn more about Ru, here are some fun links you can consult!
Introductory Post / Moodboard
The “About Ru” Tag
Ru and Estrid’s Relationship
Character Playlist
Ru/Estrid Ship Moodboard by @that-ravenpuff-witch
Ru Discusses Estrid with Galen Stagg @cursebreakerfarrier
#hphl#hogwarts legacy#my art#ru ollivander#about ru#kelpies#estrid soelberg#god this was so hard to do but...yeah! I actually am really happy right now!!#I'll probably hate it later but right now I'm actually thrilled with how it turned out#galen and estrid would probably be two of the very few people who have been able to ride a kelpie and live to tell the tale#once estrid does release ru from their 'bridle' they would also probably transform into various animals around her constantly at home#turning into an electric-blue-eyed black cat and curling up on her shoulders#turning into an owl to fetch mail#even turning into other people and doing mocking imitations of them to make estrid laugh bc yes they are a little stinker hahaha#estrid is one of the even rarer humans who was able to 'domesticate' a kelpie enough that they choose to stay with her rather than run free#I feel like drawing something with estrid and ru now like that one shot of elsa touching noses with the nokk in frozen 2 XD
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"Maybe she has a thing about dirt"
Elsa does. This is disgusting. That's why Anna does it. She's a stinker, because she learns from the best XD
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(please unmute and watch till the end)
Focus on Frozen (1) score (1/?)
Sisters theme
I’m celebrating 1000 followers today! Thank you all my followers, it’s been 9 months and 3 days since I started this blog (kinda like a pregnancy LOL! and I...erm...gave birth to this post?! haha) and I’ve posted 615 original posts. For some weird reason I don’t appear on Tumblr’s top #frozen or #elsa blogs...I’ve given up on trying to fix that...thank you all still for following me. And a great big thanks to my close friends who reblog everything I post!! Really appreciate it!!
I’ve been listening to Frozen 1 soundtrack incessantly for the past few days and I might make some more posts focusing on the major themes.
This is not my first post on the F1 sisters theme. I made one here a while back aaaaand I’m pretty embarrassed to say that I missed out quite a few more instances of the theme! So this post supercedes that one.
AND - I want to credit @let-it-show for pointing out that F2 sisters theme contains 3 notes of F1 sisters theme!! How did I miss that!! Watch till the end of the video for that part!
1. Children snowplay scene
The first instance of this theme. The first 2 bars are the essential 4 notes of this theme. The theme is fun-filled and exuberant initially. After Anna’s accident it is emotional (poor Elsa...she didn’t mean for it to happen)
2. Confrontation before disaster
A slight variation on the third note. And the theme is so ominous and foreboding here, being played by very high violins.
3. Anna pursues Elsa
Again a slight variation here on the 4th note. Some might call it a stretch to consider this the Sisters theme. But anyway, I included it.
4. She’s a stinker!
Cute. I love the way Kbell says “Stinker”. (tho I know what you’re gonna say @99884321 the real pungent one is K =)
5. We need Elsa to bring back summer
So after carefully listening to the score and the movie, I realised that they cut this out of the final scene (but it’s in the CD). It would have played when Kristoff said those words. So cool of composer Christophe Beck to insert a tiny musical reference here! Although it was cut out eventually (maybe it interfered with the flow of the scene?). It’s very cutely played by the glockenspiel.
6. Reunion at the ice palace
Ah...one of my favourite tracks of F1 soundtrack. We Were So Close is so beautiful, a fitting musical backdrop to the ethereal beauty of the ice palace and the revealing of Elsa’s beautiful new form to Anna. And their first reunion.
7. The greatest sacrifice
Anna makes the greatest sacrifice T.T Ugh my heart...Kbell’s whimper just before she turns and runs just gets me everytime.
8. Elsa’s worst fear
This is another bit that is cut out of the final scene. I think Beck wrote this for Elsa’s sobbing and clinging on to frozen Anna, her worst fears coming true and having lost everyone dear to her (UGH MY HEART!!!! ELSAAA!!!) but directors made the right call to have it cut out (not that it’s bad or what) so that there is absolute silence in the movie theater except for Elsa’s desperate sobs. Slaying us all. But still, this little 12 seconds of strings is wonderfully written and terribly sad. T.T
9. Sisters reunited, forever!
Ohhh such joy in this hug!! HUGZ!!!!! Finally we hear the theme in a happy mode again!!
Frozen 2 sisters theme
Again, kudos to @let-it-show for pointing this out to me!! Although the chord structure is different, Beck definitely referenced the F1 sisters theme here with the unmistakable 1st note, then down 1 step to the 2nd note, and then down 5 notes to the 3rd note.
MASSIVE kudos to Christophe Beck!!!!!! Thank you for what you did with F1 and F2 scores!!!
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Aww... who’s a cute little spirit? Who’s a good bridgey-widgey? It’s you! Yes you are! You’re doing SUCH a good job watching all these trees! Don’t work yourself too hard now... you wouldn’t want your nice white dress to get dirty!
Elsa, were you lonely? Did you call me all the way out here because you got tired of talking to lizards and horses? You know, it’s not easy for your little sister to get away from work these days. Being a Queen is hard work, but you knew that, didn’t you? You’re such a stinker.
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Happy Halloween Elsa is a stinker
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In which Anna is stressed and Elsa makes a terrible sandwich.
20 chapters!! That’s a lot. Wow. Every chapter, I look back and am boggled by how many words and hours have gone into this passion project. I love writing this fic so much??
Ok off to procrastinate write the next chapter bye
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Spoiler free snippet
Ulf lay flat on the grass by the pond, ears twitching periodically as he eyed the ducklings. Anna didn't think he'd eat them; if anything, she worried the mother duck would get territorial. But wolf and ducks just watched each other, perfectly content with their differences.
Anna laughed to herself as a memory floated into her mind. "Tell you something funny, Gale? Elsa used to do exactly the same thing. She was so scared of touching the ducks she'd—"
"I would what?"
"Gah!" Only reflex and Gale's support kept Anna from falling out of the tree. She looked down, clutching her chest. "Elsa! Don't do that!"
"Gerda said you missed lunch, so I thought you might like a sandwich. If you'd rather I leave—"
"No!" Anna patted the branch. "You're hereby forgiven. Come join me."
Elsa regarded her amusement now suspended. "Are you sure? It's alright if you need space."
It had been so long since Elsa had been hesitant towards her that Anna barely recognised it. She kicked herself for running from Gregory's room and worrying her sister. "Don't be silly. Come on up. Here, give me that."
Elsa passed the sandwich, wrapped in a napkin, up to her. Yet her feet remained planted on the ground as she studied the tree with the expression of one doing mental calculus.
"Don't worry, sis; it's definitely strong enough to hold us both. Just put your foot on that knobby bit there. See it?" Then Anna remembered that night, so long ago; of the two of them huddled in front of a crackling fire and the conversation that had transpired while her sister freaked out over a splinter in Anna's finger. She gasped. "Wait. Am I about to witness your first time climbing a—"
Elsa held out her hands and leaves twirled at her feet, gracefully lifting and depositing her on the branch. "Thank you, Gale," Elsa smiled, adjusting her dress. To Anna, she offered a simple and angelic, "No."
Such a stinker.
"Traitor," Anna hissed at Gale. She took a bite of the sandwich, then stopped and looked down at it. "Did Gerda change her recipe or something?"
"Does it taste bad?" Elsa asked anxiously.
"Well, not really. It's just, uh, that's a lot of jam."
"You don't like lingonberries?"
"I love lingonberries. Tastes funny with pickles, though."
"Oh. I'll make you another one."
"Nah, I'm so hungry I could eat any—wait, what?" Anna nearly choked. "You made this?"
Elsa wore a bashful expression. "Gerda insisted. She said you might have more appetite if you knew I made it."
Was it strange to cry over a sandwich? The stress must be getting to her. Anna masked it by taking an enthusiastic bite. And another. "Besh sammich effer!"
#Elsa can't cook#it is known#the next unknown#frozen fanfiction#snow sisters#anna and elsa#frozen#my writing
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November/October Contest Submission #1: Breathe Deep
Words: ca. 2,000
Setting: mAU
Lemon: no
Content: horror, claustrophobia, asphyxiation, implied MCD (can be read as MCD or not)
Breathe
This was bad. This was really, really bad. Oh god.
Breathe
They had known, of course, that the North Mountain was dangerous. It was a mountain after all, and those deserved the respect of any who dared traverse them. The caves within held terrible beauty and terrible danger. A combination of the old tunnels, angular and decorated with the maze of natural chambers made for an alluring challenge. Many were those lost to these caves, but still those remained who could successfully escape its siren halls.
Breathe
It made sense that the contrast of these abandoned tunnels and subterranean structures would lead to legends. Who else but the black elves, the svartálfar could blend such opposing elements so elegantly? Who but the great smiths of old might create dizzying angles without sacrificing the curves already there?
Breathe
Some said it was miners. After all, most mountains have been mined for some reason or another. It would not be a stretch that once upon a time, even places like Arendelle would have had miners. Some said it was the remnants of an old mountain civilization, similar to the American cliffside Pueblo city. Still others said that they may have been a defensive fortification for emergencies such as the case of an invasion. The maze-like tunnels could guarantee the starvation and deaths of any unfortunate enough to enter without a map or guidance.
Breathe
And some said it was all that was left of the svartálfar. When magic fled the world, and the stones quieted their weary hums, the spell over them broke and everything was as it was before. The only remnants of what once was are the cave system of the North Mountain; Svartalfheim.
Breathe
Who wouldn’t want to explore this place? She had practically stuffed Elsa in front of the computer after finding it. They were adventurers, explorers, spelunkers! What could be better, especially somewhere so close to home? The mystery, the daring romance as the two bold heroines explored ancient ruins. Suddenly, the ground would give out and she would catch Elsa’s hand, or maybe they would be attacked by evil anthropologists who wanted to desecrate those halls!
Breathe
Whatever it was, they could handle it. Kristoff- the stinker- had apparently known about it for a long time but never mentioned it. Why? Well, when asked, he answered that they hadn’t asked. But frankly, as her best friend, how could he not have known they were interested? Maybe it was for the best. She’d have to apologize once- if-
Breathe
When you love nature, and she loves climbing, and both love each other, what could be better than a spelunking date? They’ve hiked across countries and up mountains together. They’ve delved down into the deepest caves, and they know the risks all too well. Careful, altogether far too careful but somehow not careful enough.
Breathe
It was going to be a great time, and there would be a map to follow and lights to keep the way. Really, the main risk was the singular entrance and constant descent. Oxygen tanks were a must, should there be a heavy gas. Suffocating in the dark caverns would not be pleasant. Gas detection equipment, to ensure no such trap could be sprung. Gloves, protective clothing. No expense spared, nothing left to chance.
Breathe
Kristoff knows where they are. They have a GPS. It has to work. It has to work. They have to know, right? Right? Surely, if there is a God that is good, someone will come. Please, anyone.
Breathe
Their date started well. Why wouldn’t it? She had managed to make Elsa laugh by mimicking a particularly flustered bird they had startled out of the brush in front of the entrance. Elsa, in turn, pointed out a delightful formation that looked remarkably similar to a small and fat dragon. They took pictures of the path leading to the maw, of the entrance, of the place itself. Everything was as it ought.
Breathe
Right before they left, the two had nearly been unable to pack Sir Jorgenbjorgen. As their good luck charm, there was no way they’d be able to go. He had gone to every cave and mountain and hike with them. The little penguin plush felt almost as symbolic of their relationship as their outdoor milestones. There was just no way they could leave without him.
Breathe
Maybe the universe was trying to tell them something. It tends to do that. Like maybe denying your order repeatedly, but the food will have food poisoning germs, or other general aversion of self-inflicted misfortune. Perhaps the luck Sir Jorgenbjorgen had, made the disappearance reasonable. Maybe.
Breathe
But who listens to the signs? Her gut indicated no trouble; the missing plush was but an annoying obstacle. Once found, it was easy to set out. Maybe the fortune he brought was in the timing. Or maybe he was just a penguin plush with no particular power. …Nah.
Breathe
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. Wordless beauty had them stricken as the overhead majesty granted awe beyond relief. Great shining crystal that transitioned color in smooth gradients jutted from the ceiling. Tall, majestic pillars with geometric patterns from the artificial tunnels blending into the walls of the caves. Carved gaps where filigree might have decorated once upon a time, upon marbled walls. The smooth curves spiraling out into the ceiling and beyond within the caverns to reunite seamlessly with the rest. Breathtaking would be the wrong verb for the barely-illuminated treasure.
Breathe
But like robber bandits punished for desecrating an ancient place, their joy came at a price.
Breathe
Is it disrespectful to enter a source of anthropological mystery to engage in playful attempts at unraveling it?
Breathe
Is it disrespectful to go on a date in a tomb?
Breathe
Wonder, wonder, wonder. Love, and awe, and joy. What good do they do when they are trapped? What good is a good time when it ends in mortal peril? The air is choked with dust and rocks. They had almost made it out, it was unfair. The space between them and freedom was no more than a mere entranceway away. And yet the weight of stone presses down, down, down. How is freedom so near yet so choked?
Breathe
The oxygen tanks are a godsend. Or should have been. Elsa’s tank was damaged in the ensuing chaos. She herself was very nearly injured. They couldn’t have known; surviving the rockslide was miraculous enough. She shouldn’t have been in front, Anna knew. But she was.
Breathe
And now they are trapped, in the near pitch blackness of a cave. The only saving grace is the lights they brought. So at least there’s that. But there’s no airflow. Elsa’s tank is damaged, and there’s only one mask. Oh, sure, they have a mask for Elsa’s tank, but it’s attached and the oxygen is leaking. Precious air, lost to the gases below and the dust above.
Breathe
Trapped. They are trapped in a steadily shrinking cage with broken equipment. Does the GPS even function still? It won’t turn on. She pulls out Sir Jorgenbjorgen and uses him as an emergency patch on Elsa’s tank. He may be fabric, but that’s better than a gaping hole. Elsa’s time is short. This is terrifying.
Breathe
Nothing sounds but the echo of their movements. Trapped, as they are, the walls seem to shrink around them. The world becomes tiny as it suffocates them with barely warded-off darkness and the threat of asphyxiation. They are at the mercy of whatever is out there, down there. Death is below, among the gases and the corpses of the past. Death is above, with the falling rock that could have crushed their skulls and tried to fill their lungs with dust.
Breathe
All mountain climbers know the dangers. Well, all sensible climbers. The same might apply to spelunkers. Caves are dangerous; so are mountains. But never do they expect it to happen to them. Oh yes, they fear it, but it is more like looking behind the shower curtain for a murderer. They are not supposed to be there, nor is the accident going to happen. To consider otherwise would be too terribly frightening to imagine.
Breathe
But why, she laments, must it be them? And it hurts being here, hurts that they are afraid and in pain when but hours ago they were not. It fizzles in her soul the way one might regret feeling ill, with the warm memories of well-being still fresh.
Breathe
The walls are closing in. The darkness grasps.
Breathe
They cling tightly to each other. What more can they do? She prays for Elsa’s survival. Unbeknownst to her, Elsa prays for hers. Hope against hope, dashed against the rocks holding them captive. They have to get out. They have to get out. They have to get out.
Breathe
The all-consuming darkness seeps closer. The walls collapse in on themselves.
Breathe
It’s funny how easy it is to mess up a breath. Too much, and one chokes. Too little, and they gasp. Both result in sputtering, in wasted breath. When every single one counts, this is altogether too much. This is terrifying.
Breathe
Elsa’s respirator must nearly be out. Or it’s been five minutes. There is no time, there is no connection but each other in this hell. Please, please don’t let death come. Please.
Breathe
They huddle. The sounds of the respirators are the only thing that breaches the silence. There is no air for speech, that is wasteful. There is no oxygen for extraneous speech. Just focus.
Breathe
Trembling hands grasp one another, clammy and unwilling to let go. They can’t give into fear. Fear makes your heart rate rise, which makes you breathe harder to oxygenate.
Breathe
Where are they? Where are they? Where are they? Where are they? Please… where are they?
Breathe
Elsa looks terrified. She points at her respirator and looks faint. How long has it been? Because she no longer has air to breathe. Not on her own.
Breathe
They alternate breaths. Every breath taken feels like a sword imbued with guilt to pierce her heart. She’s sorry. She’s sorry. This one more breath, one more gasp, they will survive. They have to.
Breathe
Help. Help! SOS! Can they not hear? These deaf pleas fall on hearing ears. No sound is aerated. No vocal cord vibrates. Help, whoever is out there.
Breathe
It’s not working. They’re going to die. Oh God, they’re going to die. They will never grow old. They will never get married. They will never get to have the life they should have had, their threads cut prematurely. But there is no premature death, and maybe they will, if it is what will be.
Breathe
A light flickers and sputters out. The darkness encroaches. The rocks groan and creak, threatening to spill further inwards.
Breathe
It is scary, holding your breath, knowing unbreathable gas awaits should one fail. She watches Elsa take a breath, waiting. Her lungs hurt. It doesn’t matter. They will make it.
Breathe
Hope. They will be rescued. They have to be rescued. It is virtually impossible they will not be. In the absence of agency, what more is there to have? To lose hope is to die, and she will not lose hope. There’s no point.
Breathe
She takes a breath, but finds herself unable to remove the mask. For Elsa has placed her palm flat, and refuses to move. Anna widens her eyes and shakes her head at the move. What is Elsa doing? Stop! Stop! Does she not realize she’ll die? It can’t be her! They have to do this together! No no no no-
Breathe
“In case of a cabin pressure emergency, put on your own mask first before assisting others.”
Breathe
Elsa’s breathing speeds up as her lungs pump for nonexistent air; her face relaxes as her eyes roll up, and her chest eventually stops moving. Anna wants to cry out, to say something, to do anything to stop this. But she can’t because one of them has to stay awake. She has to make it long enough for Elsa.
Breathe
Now useless as a stopper, she clutches Sir Jorgenbjorgen to her chest and cries. Silent tears, trying so very hard to regulate her breathing. The cave is a veritable prison and this was the very worst idea ever. It is dark, it is lonely, it is oppressive.
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
…
An instant eternity passes. The rock above Anna shifts. She lifts her tear-stricken face from where Elsa is cradled in her lap.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
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With All My Love
Rating: M
Pairing: Kristanna (as if it would be anything else)
Also on AO3
Previous Chapters: (Prologue)
Note(s): I got on a roll yesterday and this appeared. Some peaceful, normal day stuff...for now :) a
{Chapter 1}
Much like everyday, Anna ate her breakfast in silence.
It used to drive her mad. The deafening silence that seemed to drag on and on, only the slight scraping of utensils against plates & the little sips of morning tea, the only noise to break the lull.
It’s sad to say she’s used to it by now. I time once meant for mingling and chatting is now mostly a reminder to Anna on how distant her and Elsa had become.
She bites into her toast, taking a glance towards her sister. Elsa sits regal, as she always has, at the other end of the table. She sips her tea as she looks over the documents laid before her, today's paper placed off to the side.
It’s routine now for Elsa to use every meal time as a moment to review what she can. Whether it be letters from dignitaries, potential deals with other kingdoms, notes from council meetings; the papers were stacked by her plate in a small, neat pile.
There had been a few times when Anna had tried to speak, tried to engage with her older sister but they were in vain.
~.~
Try to ask her what she has planned for the day, how she’s feeling maybe? Couldn’t hurt to try. She can’t just ignore you like that.
I do, well I did. A few times, but it’s the same as always.
She just sipped her tea and nodded. I asked her what she had planned for the day and she just...nodded at me. I tried again but she shushed me and said “I have a lot of things to catch up on Anna, you’re distracting me”.
I don’t even think she heard me at all.
Well, at least she spoke. That’s a start!
I guess.
~.~
Finishing her breakfast, Anna stands. Her lessons weren’t for another hour or so, more than enough time to head to the kitchens as she did most mornings. With a smile at the thought, she reaches across the table to snag an apple for later and turns to leave.
As she reaches the large wooden door, she pauses, looking back to see if Elsa had even moved from her spot. If she’d even noticed her younger sister had gotten up to depart.
With a sigh, Anna realizes her sister hasn’t even so much as flinched. She pushes the hurt down as she leaves, as she has done so many times before.
~.~
“Here for your second breakfast already, my lady?”
Anna giggles as she enters the kitchen, smiling in kind at Gerda, “Not yet, but perhaps in an hour or so.”
~.~
Is there anyone at all you’re close with? There has to be someone in your household.
Well, there is Gerda. She assists where she can; kitchens, cleaning, you name it. She’s always been kind to me since I was little. Though I think I bring her to her wits end sometimes.
From the stories you’ve told, I couldn’t imagine why.
That is very rude of you….but you may be right.
~.~
Gerda playfully rolls her eyes, picking up her rolling pin to point it at her, “Not sure if I should prepare anything for you seeing as you snuck the last of the chocolates, again.”
Anna feigns hurt, placing her hand over her heart, “Gerda, I would never.”
“Yes, as you have said many times now.” Gerda sighs, going back to rolling out the dough, “But it’s not the rats stealing those boxes.”
“You have no faith in me Gerda.” Anna teased, eyeing the bowl of what seemed to be some sort of jam on the table.
“You make it hard to have faith my--AH, NO!” Gerda cries, smacking Anna’s hand away from the bowl before she can sneak a lick.
Anna pouts, only to smile as Gerda snags a spoon, scoops a bit and hands it over to her. It’s strawberry jam, Anna’s favorite and she hums in delight at the taste.
“Now that’s all you get till they’re ready.” Gerda said, snatching the spoon away, “Don’t need you eating up all my jam.”
While Gerda is turned away, Anna sneaks a finger into the bowl and swipes more jam before she can see.
“I hope your hands are clean at least.”
Anna squeaks in surprise, taking off to the back door before Gerda can come for her. She’s so distracted that as she bolts out the door and down the stairs, she slams head first into something large and solid.
“Well, good morning Princess.”
Anna rolls her eyes, stepping back as she rubs her head, “I hate it when you call me that.”
“Why? It’s your title isn't it?”
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I like being called by it.”
“Just being formal.”
“And since when have you ever been formal Kristoff?”
Kristoff chuckles as she turns back to his sled, beginning to untie the ice, “With you? Never.”
“My point exactly.” Anna teases, taking her seat besides the stairs. She watches him intently, biting into her apple.
She’s known Kristoff for a few years now, and he had become a steady friend during these tough times. He started delivering ice to the castle every other day, and Anna had ran into him by chance.
Literally.
Much like this morning, she had swiped something from the kitchen. Running to escape Gerda’s tyraid, she’d bounded down the stairs, only to slam directly into Kristoff. He’d been holding a block of ice and their collision had sent the block flying to the ground, shattering into tiny pieces.
He’d been mad, glaring while she stood and repeated over and over how sorry she was. He didn’t care, he had exclaimed, that was his meal ticket she’d just managed to smash. He ignored her the rest of the delivery, brushing past her as she sat on the side of the steps. Feeling guilty, she’d snuck a bag of food into his sled when he wasn’t looking as an apology.
The next time he had visited, he had smiled at her, thanking her for the goods.
From then on, she’d sit idly beside the stairs or give Sven a few scratches behind his ear (and sneak some carrots much to Kristoff’s protests) while he did his delivery.
~.~
Is that all though? Seems quite lonely.
I mean, we get some visitors here and there that I’ll chat with. Some people bring goods for the house and what not, and I’ll talk with them but that’s it.
...it is very lonely.
I’m sorry.
Don’t apologize, at least I have you :)
~.~
“Where did you go this time?”
Kristoff grunts as he lifts a block from the sled, “Just on the other side of the North Mountain.”
“Isf tfhat a flongf ftrip?” Anna asks, mouth full of apple.
“Can’t hear you with your mouth full Princess.”
Anna swallows, watching Kristoff come up the stairs, “Is that a long trip?”
She saw him shrug ever so, “Not really. A day trip if anything. Sven gets us back pretty quickly.”
Anna turns to the reindeer, who raises his head ever so as if in pride. “You’re the best Sven.” She calls with a smile. The reindeer looks at her then, and Anna giggles as he shook his head at somewhat a thanks.
“Yeah, don’t hype him up too much.” Kristoff says, coming back down the stairs, “He’s still a great pain in the ass.”
“So mean to him, honestly.” Anna says. She moves then, heading down the stairs to stand beside Sven. “You’re a good boy Sven, don’t let him say otherwise.” Anna says, feeding him the rest of her apple.
“You act like I treat him horribly.”
“I never said anything of the sort.” Anna looks back in time to see him roll his eyes as he picks up another block.
“I just don’t baby him, like you.”
“I don’t baby him. I just show him love and appreciation, unlike someone.”
He ignores her then, heading into the kitchen once more. Anna huffs a laugh, turning back to Sven, “He’s such a stinker.”
She could swear the reindeer nods in agreement.
“You need to work on your whispering.” Kristoff calls, coming back out.
“I wasn’t whispering! If anything, you need to work on your niceness.”
“I’m nice enough.”
“Says who?”
“Me, and that’s all the approval I need.”
Anna rolls her eyes, leaning gently back against Sven as she crosses her arms, “So full of yourself, honestly. No wonder you're so big, you're filled with your own ego.”
Kristoff pauses, hands around another block, but only for a second as he moves before Anna can really take notice. “You make me sound like an ass.”
“Well…” Anna teases, seeing him eye her as he turns with the block of ice in hand. She laughs then at the annoyed look on his face, “You’re not an ass, Kristoff or I wouldn’t come see you every time you visit.”
“Oh, if that’s the case, let me start being one now then.”
He laughs as he goes back up the stairs, Anna scoffing at him as he goes.
~.~
I’d really do nothing all day if not for my lessons. Even then, I hardly do anything in them as it is. I don’t recall anything the tutor told me and they know it too. I get berated for it all the time.
That’s great you get to have that though. I know nothing about anything.
Not true! You know about harvesting and mountain climbing and mountains and how a business works.
I can tell you the history of the last war, like that is even helpful.
I don’t even know when the last war was so you have me beat there at least. I’ll say that’s a good thing.
I suppose, but it’s nothing very helpful.
~.~
Dinner was in a few hours, which meant she had most of the afternoon to herself now that her lessons were over.
With that, Anna ventures out to the castle grounds. She roams idly at first, walking slowly through the gardens, letting her hands brush across the tops of the blooming flowers around her.
Her true destination is a bit farther off, the one corner of the castle not in view of any windows or guards just in her sight.
She looks back slowly, to not raise suspicion if anyone was watching her.
No one was, no one ever was.
She moves quickly then, coming to the corner and wastes no time beginning the climb up the corner wall. The climb has become second nature to her, she hasn’t second guessed a step in years.
For a brief moment, she sits on top of the wall, looking out onto the castle grounds. It’s a pretty site, but it’s not the one she longs for. Then she turns herself away from the castle, and pushes herself off the wall. She lands with a soft thud.
The birds seem to chirp louder here, seemingly welcoming her back to their home. Anna smiles as she begins the familiar walk, making sure to walk slow enough to enjoy the peace around her as she always did.
~.~
There is just something about it, it’s the only place I feel...happy most days. It’s so peaceful, just the noise of the birds chirping, the breeze blowing the leaves of the trees. Sometimes there are deer too! I saw one just the other day on my way up here.
For once I just, I feel at peace, all my worries forgotten back home while I’m here. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s the truth.
No, you’re not crazy. I feel it too. In the mountains, at my cabin, it’s my escape from everything. It’s an odd sense of peace. Well, not odd, it’s comforting. Just an overwhelming feel of comfort, like you’re covered in a fur blanket.
~.~
There was a part of her that wants to sprint to the tree, knowing that a response awaits her there. It has been two days since her letter was taken, her last one had contained some slips of poems inside.
K had been curious after she had written a line from one of her recent reads into one of her letters. Wanting to know some of her favorite poems that she knew, he’d asked her to send some to him.
She’d been self conscious when she’d placed the envelope in the tree. She worried that she’d gone a bit overboard, providing pages upon pages of poems she loved and adored. So many in fact, the envelope struggled to contain the bits of parchment inside and she had to tie a piece of twine around it to keep it closed.
She worried for nothing though as when she’d returned the next day, the whole thing was gone. As expected really.
It has been 3 years, and K never once failed to reply to her letters. It only took 2 of those years for Anna to fall completely and deeply in love with him.
The realization had scared her more than relieved her. To be in love with someone she’d never met nor knew their true name, but it was real and true. Over hundreds if not thousands of letters, discussing their fears, encouraging each other, comforting them when needed and, sometimes, venting their anger and frustrations, proved that it was real.
He’d been there more than anyone else had been these last few years, more than her own blood, and yet she had no idea who he was.
He was just K, but that was enough for Anna and more than enough for her to fall for him.
~.~
I must tell you something, and please be truthful with me. It will seem crazy and I must know that you will not judge me for how I feel.
I would never do that and you know it. But I promise all the same to not judge your feelings. Is everything ok?
I must confess something I’ve been holding back for a long time, trying to make sense of but finally realized what it was I was feeling. I know now that, though I have never met you and don’t even know your name….
I love you.
I am so sorry to have delayed my response for so long. I did not mean to leave you waiting, I was called away for a harvesting trip that lasted longer than expected. Two days turned into a full week. A story for another time.
To answer your letter:
I have a confession as well. I have also found myself in love with someone I can not give a face to. The only thing I know are the color of your eyes, a blue that I wish to lose myself in.
A, though I also do not know your name, I have also found myself completely, and helplessly, in love with you. I love you too, with all I have.
~.~
Anna could just see the large Oak peaking through the forest. Nerves and excitement getting the best of her, she bites her lip, gathers her skirt, and sprints the rest of the way.
Her excited laugh seemed to echo around her as she came up to the tree, heard by no one but the creatures within the forest.
She doesn’t hesitate to stick her hand into the hole, laughing once more when she felt the familiar feel of parchment between her fingers.
Her smile is so wide, her cheeks burn as she looks at the letter in her hand. A single “A” scratched in his handwriting on top of the envelope.
These letters had become a staple in her dull life, so had K more importantly. There had been a few times she’d thought of hiding in the forest, to wait and see who K could be.
~.~
Why don’t you?
Honestly?...I’m scared. I don’t want to ruin such a beautiful, great thing by ruining the mystery behind it.
Do you think you’ll ever want to meet someday? No pressure at all but, I would like to meet the person I’ve written for over two years now.
I want to, someday, when I work up the nerve. I just don’t want you to be disappointed.
Why would I be disappointed?
That I don’t turn out to be the girl you imagined in your head. That I’m...I’m not who you were expecting and regret it ever happening.
The only person I expect is A, and from the years of letters we’ve shared, I doubt anything could make me disappointed or want to regret meeting you. Ever.
Are you sure? You’re not saying that just to be sweet.
I promise you, when we finally meet, I will not be at all disappointed. There is no way in hell I’d regret this. The moment I meet you, I will hug you tightly, never letting go. If anything, I’m nervous. I also don’t want you to be disappointed in who I may be.
If you promise, then I promise too. The day we meet will be a moment I cherish forever.
I love you.
I love you too.
~.~
Her hands shake as she opens the letter, smiling at the familiar handwriting gracing along the parchment.
Anna sits against the tree trunk, pulling her knees up to her chest. With a sigh, now comfortable in her normal spot, she begins to read:
A,
Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said you had many favorites.
They were really pretty, and simple too which kind of surprised me. I always expected poems to be this intricate, wordy thing that were hard to get but not the ones you sent. No wonder you love these.
They were good to read during my last trip. Helped pass the time more quickly.
Meant to tell you during my last letter, word in the village is that Sarah, the one who runs the dress shop, was spotted chatting with George late into the evening. He didn’t leave her shop till the sun was completely down.
Everyone says chatting but, between you and me, they weren’t just chatting. He was in there for ages apparently. Good for them really. They deserve some happiness.
I hope your lessons went well today. Don’t let your french tutor get to you. I have yet to meet someone with perfect french and I work in the village itself. I’m sure you’re doing just fine.
Hope I’m not being too forward, but as I read the poems, I imagined you reading them aloud. It was a comfort, even if I have never heard your voice before.
You mentioned meeting soon...I want to too. No pressure on when, I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want but, I would like to finally meet you. To give you the hug I’ve been wanting to give you for a long time, hold you in my arms for even just a moment.
I think, if you are ready to meet, then so am I. Just say when, I’ll be there.
With all my love,
K
Anna reads and rereads the letter again, taking in every word he wrote.
She clutches it to her chest as she looks out onto the fjord below. It’s crazy, she thinks, how someone she’s never met has impacted her so greatly. Not crazy, no, a wonder in and of itself.
A surprise blessing that she was lucky to have.
Soon, she thinks, as she watches the sunset, she will finally have a name and face to the letters
She wonders if she will know him, if she will recognize him as someone she’s seen by happenstance in passing or a complete stranger she’s never met. There is a small chance she’ll know him as she has hardly ever ventured outside of the castle, so she settles on the idea of the latter.
Which, in hindsight, suits her just fine. Rather it be someone completely new.
Still, as she makes her way back to the castle, the lanterns slowly being lit throughout the village, a small bubble of fear sits deep in her chest.
He doesn’t know her title. He knows everything else, down to the color of her room, but Anna has yet to share that one tiny detail. She never mentioned what she did, where she lived, or her family's name. He just seemed to assume it was some nice, comfortable family in the town.
She wonders, then, if he really will respond as he had promised so long ago. With open arms, a tight hug full of love and comfort he’d been wanting to share with her for years now. Or would he deny her, turn and flee the moment he realized who she is.
Though K has promised, on many occasions, that it won’t happen she still fears it will. He doesn’t know, won’t know till they meet her true identity and she knows it’s unfair to spring such an important detail on him in such a manner but she can’t bear to write in a letter “you must know, I’m the princess of Arendelle, second to the throne.”
Even in her own head it sounds utterly ridiculous.
It’s time though, she thinks at dinner, twirling her spoon in her soup as she sits alone at the table tonight. Three years have passed and she is surprised she’s held back this long. If not for the fear, it would’ve happened long ago.
She almost thinks of telling him no, of just breaking it all together and not replying. Leaving him in the dark, but that thought makes her heart hurt at the idea of him somewhere wondering why. Thinking, wondering what he had done wrong for her to go silent and she can’t do that to him.
She owes him this, princess or not, he must know who he has shared years of letters with. Who he has spilled his heart and soul to, and her as well.
Anna decides then, as she nestles deep into her covers, pulling the letter out from her drawer to reread in the firelight, that she will meet him. Despite the fear, the guilt, the unknown of it all, she will do it. She will finally put a face and a name to her K, her love, the one person in her world that gets her.
Soon, she thinks, as she drifts off to sleep as she holds his letter close to her chest, very soon.
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Anna: I asked Kristoff out!
Elsa: Oh, I’m sorry.
Anna: Why?
Elsa: I’m assuming he said no.
Anna: No, he said yes.
Elsa: Oh...I’m sorry for him.
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My Overlong Personal Reflection on my Experience with Frozen 2
Reflecting on Frozen 2, I’m understanding once again that my mixed feeling towards it come from my own personal perspective in life coloring where I want these characters to be (something I shouldn’t hold against the film, but I can’t change because my life experiences have shaped who I am) and what I personally perceive as the poor execution of good or at least interesting ideas (again, I’m stressing that this is my perception. I’m not saying that Frozen 2 is objectively poorly executed; in fact, I think there are many aspects it executes incredibly well like many parts of Show Yourself and The Next Right Thing.)
Thanks to my own feelings of loneliness, I prefer stories of broken people who come together and hold together as a family and, to its credit, Frozen 2 still gives me that. In spite of their periods of isolation in the Enchanted Forest, this little family still does work together to save the day. Elsa sends the message to Anna even as she is freezing. Anna seeks to break the dam. Kristoff helps and protects her. Their bonds are clearly stronger than any distance, so what am I frustrated about?
Well, I guess I’m partly frustrated because I see the makings of a great story in Frozen 2 (even in the aspects I might personally disagree with) and, while the finished film was certainly good, I can’t help but think it could have been even better.
If the film wanted to earn its ending better and build a stronger connection between Elsa and the Enchanted Forest, why not show Elsa developing a stronger bond with the Northuldra, learning their customs, appreciating her mother’s people? We only get like, two short scenes with Elsa interacting with the Northuldra before they largely vanish from the movie until the end.
I know, I might be a little biased because I want people of color in the film to have more to do, but I do want characters of color to have more to do.
If the film wanted us to emotionally connect Elsa’s feelings of liberation in the Enchanted Forest with the liberation she felt during Let It Go, why does the movie take every opportunity to make cheap jokes at Let It Go’s expense, conditioning the audience to think more about the cringe factor of Let It Go than the emotional through-line of the two films?
If the film wanted to use the Kristoff/Anna dynamic to explore emotional vulnerabilities that a real couple goes through, then why make so many of their early misunderstandings comedic fodder?
The above are aspects of the film I genuinely think could have been better handled, but there are other aspects of the film that I merely... disagree with based on my personal experiences in life.
Again, I’m not claiming that the aspects I am going to now bring up are bad, just that I can’t connect to them as strongly as some others might. I’m not saying these qualities are objectively lacking in relatability, that would be nonsensical. I’m just trying to explore my own personal feeling and the personal source of conflict within me regarding Frozen 2. I’m glad that so many people can relate to Elsa’s arc. Even I relate to parts of it. On the whole, Show Yourself is a beautiful song.
But when Elsa comes to Ahtohallan and says, “I’m arriving and it feels like I am home,” I don’t feel it.
That definition of “home” is different than the one I have come to understand in my life.
For me, home is with the people you love and who love you. Home is your family, whether your family by blood or the family you create. Memories, remembrances, all the beauties that can be found in Ahtohallan, are things to be cherished - but they look backward more than they look forward. They can help in the creation of a better future, they are not that future itself.
And I can’t relate when the film suggests Elsa has as close a connection with the glacier as with the people she loves. If she was singing among the Northuldra, among this accepting and familial and supportive new community she meets, I could probably accept that better, but she isn’t. The Northuldra, as I’ve harped on before, vanish from the movie before popping up at the end.
Personally, in Frozen 1, I connected most with Elsa’s moments of happiness during the coronation - those moments when she was able to let her walls down and feel joy being among people. Laughing with Anna. Being a playful stinker with the Duke of Weselton. It felt healthy and uplifting after seeing that she spent so many years alone.
And Frozen 2... doesn’t give me that many moments like that, and so it resonates with me less. I know that Elsa is an introvert, I’m an introvert too, but I still yearn for and need human companionship. And I know that Elsa has human companionship with the Northuldra, but the film doesn’t take the time to develop that bond as well as it could.
Instead of showing me Elsa forging new connections with people while at the same time finding the life best fitting her personality, the film gives me a couple all-too-brief scenes of Elsa talking with the Northuldra. (Kristoff actually seems to learn more about life among the Northuldra with Ryder than Elsa does.)
I actually see so much beautiful potential in the ending of Frozen 2. On paper, it seems great. Elsa can broaden her horizons, breathe the free air, has a supportive community around her.
But because the film doesn’t develop her connection with that new community, the ending kind of leaves me cold. I can patch up my issues with the film by writing beautiful stories of Elsa growing more connected to the culture of her mother’s people, I can (and do) happily write Elsamaren stories to flesh out the strongest connection Elsa makes among the Northuldra in canon - but those stories are fanfiction rooted in headcanon, not canon.
(Do so many of my issues boil down to, “Man, I wish the Northuldra had more to do and the Elsamaren shipper in me really wants Honeymaren to have had more screentime!”? Kinda. Again, I’m trying to reflect on my personal experience with Frozen 2 and ponder why I personally feel disconnected with the ending while also feeling strangely connected to it.)
But outside of those fannish wishes, some part of my heart still just... feels more emotional connection to the ending of Frozen 1, at least as it pertains to Elsa. (Let me say here and now that I love Anna’s arc in F2 with all my heart, The Next Right Thing is the best song in the film, and Anna will make a fantastic queen.)
And my personal perspective is all on me. And I don’t want to take anything away from the people who feel just as deep an emotional connection to the ending of Frozen 2.
I have read so many beautiful and resonant analyses of Frozen 2 that have helped me become more comfortable with it, helped me to see beauty where I couldn’t see beauty initially, and I want to thank all those beautiful people whose love for Frozen 2 shines in every beautiful post they make discussing it.
But merely on a personal level for me, the ending of the first Frozen felt so healing. It ended with all these scattered people, who had known such loneliness in life, united as a family. Anna doesn’t have to be alone and she can finally live in the sun. Elsa doesn’t have to be alone and realizes she doesn’t have to fear her people and her people accept her with open arms - and she can truly live. Kristoff’s family expands. And the last shot of everyone happily skating, gates open, feels fulfilling and complete in a way the last shot of Frozen 2 just... doesn’t for me.
Frozen 2 tries to do so much, and I falter between praising its ambition and brooding over its shortcomings. Even the parts I wish could have been handled better are good thematically. While I have reservations with how the film’s comedic treatment of Kristoff and Anna’s “miscommunication” undercuts the earnest effort to reflect on Anna’s experiences with Hans, I’m still glad the film tries to explore Anna’s trauma in some way, and explore Kristoff’s feelings. While I wish the film could have given us more of the Northuldra, I am glad they are there at all. And though the film makes cheap jokes at Let It Go that undermine the emotional through-line of the two movies... well, no I’m still mad at that.
Oh, Frozen 2, you beautiful, complicated, messy film. I wish I could settle on my feelings towards you.
And I know, if you just start skimming this, you might roll your eyes because there have been some bad faith critiques of Frozen 2 out there, but I hope, as you read, that you realize that this confused rambling of mine comes from the heart.
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You stinker: stinker Elsa strikes again.
Anna is having a wet dream about Elsa’s cool touches until it turns out to be real?!
We will see if Anna can catch the cold (¬‿¬) but someone is going to sleep on the couch tonight.
#elsanna#You stinker#Elsa#Anna#Disney#frozen#frozen 2#gerda is too use to the girls chasing each other around like little kids#behave girls#but they are royals they can do whatever they want
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