elsa/kristoff is the truest form of wlw/mlm solidarity
(I have written some similar prompts many times, but I actually never went on topics like ‘royal eating’, so let’s go!)
“And about fancy dinners…”
“Oh my, I’m the worst at those.” Muttered Kristoff.
“No you’re not.” Assured Elsa with a warm smile. “You just need to learn.”
She asked him to stay seated at the great table and went to a cupboard where she took cutlery and all the tableware they needed. She dressed two sets, so her brother-in-law could imitate her movements when she would show him.
Kristoff was so nervous as she put everything in place that he fidgeted with the green and purple table cloth that dropped on his thighs. He tried to light the situation a bit with a random question.
“How do you know where the tableware is?”
The blonde smiled as she put a wine glass and a water glass in front of him. “We may have staff preparing everything in the castle, it doesn’t change the fact I know where everything is. Also, Anna often breaks things. It’s handy to know where to get replacements. Don’t get me started on the fact that she broke two thousands salad plates when she was a child.”
The man laughed at the memory of the time Anna told him about it. Elsa chuckled.
“Okay, focus. I’m gonna teach you the utility of each and every item on the table.”
He nodded wisely, and listened as she pointed at everything, standing next to him. She explained their purpose in a soft voice, and even gave him some personal tips.
Kristoff sighed once she was done, even if he was happy to know all that new knowledge. “Woaw, that’s a lot of stuff.”
Elsa chuckled. “There won’t be any situation where you’ll need all of them at once. I took every possibly knife, for example, and it doesn’t make sense that they’re all here. One important rule that always apply, however, no matter how much cutlery you have, is to always start on the outside.”
He rose his head to her. “What do you mean? I thought we were rehearsing for a dinner inside this room. Anna told me it’s the only room where she welcomes guests to eat after meetings. Why do we need to eat outside first?”
It took all of Elsa’s willpower to not burst into laughter right then. She grabbed the back of the other chair to restrain herself, and stopped her giggle with a cough. “Uhm… This is not… This is not what I meant. Outside, as in external cutlery. The first course requires the fork and knife that are on each end, then the second course the second to last fork and knife, and so on. Far left and far right are the first you’ll use.”
He then blushed deeply, feeling truly ashamed of his comment. “I’m so stupid. I didn’t even-”
“Kristoff, you’re very far from stupid. Trust me.”
She put a hand on his shoulder, and dove her eyes in his.
“It took us years to learn every royal manner with Anna. We literally had classes about it, with annoying tutors and so on. So don’t despair, it’s normal that you’re lost. You have the right to be wrong.”
Kristoff timidly nodded and muttered a thank you.
Elsa pointed at the biggest chair of the room, at the end of the table. “Also, Anna will always defend and support you. If something goes wrong during the dinner, don’t panic, I’m certain that she will give you a sign as a warning, or get your back if you receive a mean comment from one of the guests.”
The young King nodded. “Okay.”
He then smiled. “Funny, it does sound familiar to you. Did you, by any chance, have to give advice to Anna during the three years after the Great Thaw?”
Elsa shook her head, but was amused anyway. “No, she knows everything about royalty basics. But I had to attract her attention sometimes during dinners. She has a tendency to be very hungry when there are diplomats coming over. Long days of economic exchanges open her appetite. And she then eats like an ogre.”
“Yep, that’s still true.” Laughed Kristoff.
He put the cutlery down, precisely putting everything back in place. “Can we start over? I want to get this perfectly.”
“Sure.” Smiled the Snow Queen. “The dinner only is tomorrow night, we have plenty of time.”
“Actually, I was thinking about starting from the very beginning.” Said Kristoff, standing up, putting the chair neatly at its emplacement, and walking to the door.
“Oh, you mean, from the moment you welcome the diplomats in?”
He nodded, a bit nervously, then determined. Elsa smirked.
“You don’t take this lightly, uh?”
She stood up and joined him in the corridor, where they could pretend guest would come and do the simulation all over again. Elsa smirked, a familiar sarcastic eyebrow raising as she lifted her head to the blond man.
“Tell me, who is this dedication for? Do you put that much effort for your image or to impress Anna?”
Kristoff had a sly smile, and bowed respectfully. “As a King, I have all the right to not answer your question.”
She let out an impressed scoff, and bowed back. “Alright. Well, King Kristoff of Arendelle, after you.”
Elsa gestured to the room then he walked in, and they did the whole dinner rehearsal again.
From this, Ice Bros, PMW-verse
Queen of the Road
“Okay, go ahead and stop right here,” Kristoff instructed.
“What?” Elsa said, startled. “But…there’s no stop sign or anything. it’s just in the middle of the road.” She gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. “On a hill.”
“I know,” Kristoff said. “But you need to practice this.”
In most fairytale esque stories the princess having a live in boyfriend would be a huge scandal; but in Frozen between the movies no one is worried about this, especially not the queen, because 6/7 nights a week the princess ends up falling asleep in her older sister’s room or vice versa, and the other one night a week they both fall asleep on the couch and said live-in-boyfriend simply drapes a blanket over the royal sisters as he passes out in the chair next to them. And honestly this is beautiful.
I get the concern about Kristoff’s place in Anna’s life. However, I think Anna is capable of loving Elsa and Kristoff equally. They may have different relationships with her, but as her parents said: “Her love could hold up the world.” She can love both her sister AND her future husband without making one feel less.
That being said, I believe Kristoff is aware enough to know Anna will always choose Elsa first for obvious reasons, and he is not going to hold a grudge or feel slighted for it. He is supportive and will be understanding just as he was in Frozen 2.
And yeah, it would have been nice to explore his Sami background/roots.
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Thanks to @tare8chan for the prompt! They selected “On the edge of consciousness” for Ice Bros with angst. (God you know what I like to write! ;) )
“She won’t talk about it, you know.”
The suddenness of the footsteps and his voice startles Elsa and she whirls around from where she’s seated on a rock overlooking the fjord.
“You scared me.” Her eyes are wide and she places a hand over her heart for emphasis.
“And you scared us. Consider it payback.”
“I’m sorry. I know it was stupid, but I…I had to.”
“You didn’t, you know.”
“I did.” She’s sure of herself in a way she usually isn’t, and it makes Kristoff realize how strongly she holds that conviction. She may have just died, or so he thinks, but she sure doesn’t seem like she regrets it. “I had to find the truth.”
Kristoff nods, unsure of whether or not he agrees with Elsa’s sentiment, but there’s no arguing with her when she’s being this stubborn. She gets like that sometimes, especially when it comes to putting herself in danger.
Suddenly Kristoff’s words which had startled her make their way back into her thoughts now that she shock has worn off. “Wait, she won’t talk about what?” She would gladly jump down to the depths of Ahtohallan and freeze again if it would mean that Anna was alright.
“You dying.” He fixes her with a firm, knowing stare. “You did, right? That’s why Olaf, um, disintegrated?” He makes a fluttering motion with one hand.
“I suppose so.” She cups one hand in the other’s palm tenderly. “Anna….I
tried to apologize, tried to talk to her about it, but she just changed the
subject.” She winces, brows drawn. “I never mean to hurt her, but it seems I
keep doing just that.”
Kristoff just hums. She’s right- while her intentions are good, Elsa has a knack for pulling the rug out from under Anna’s feet. Not that she herself has always had a rug to stand on, either.
There’s really nothing more to say. He doesn’t want to push it, doesn’t want to make her feel guilty for something she clearly felt she had to do. The girls will broach the topic eventually. Hopefully. But there’s still something on his mind…
“What was it like?”
“What?” Elsa once again glances at him with surprise written across her face. The light of the day and the blue waters of the fjord reflect dazzlingly against the colors of her skin and eyes. Kristoff wonders how none of them ever realized that Elsa was a spirit all along.
“Y’know, um. Dying. Was it…did it hurt? Did you know you were dead?” He wants to beat himself over the head with his boot. Could he be any more tactless?
“Everything hurt,” Elsa says after a measured pause, thinking. Her voice is low with the memories and grief.
“The cold hurt. I couldn’t feel my hands. I couldn’t walk, I was trembling and I…” her breath hitches, and she looks down at her hands. “I knew this was it. I went too far. I would…I would never see Anna again, wouldn’t get to be with her.”
Kristoff feels goosebumps rising on his arms at the thought of knowing he was living his last few moments on Earth. To know he would never hold Anna again, see her wide grin or hear her infectious laugh…
He’s startled back to reality as Elsa continues to answer his questions. “I always thought of death as something like, maybe nothingness?” She tries to explain, and chokes back a strained laugh. “That used to be something I would dream about.” Kristoff’s heart clenches at her blasé mention of her past life. “But it wasn’t really nothingness, not really. More like…like I was simply on the edge of consciousness. Waiting. For…something.”
She sighs. “I suppose in a way it was Anna saving me that I was waiting for.” She huffs a breath out through her nose. “It seems like I’m always just waiting for her to save me – trying to live my life but I can’t seem to do it without her help.”
“Well she can’t seem to live hers without you either,” Kristoff adds, and Elsa looks up at him in surprise once more. “Even after she succeeded in destroying the dam, restoring the sky to the Northuldra….Elsa, it all meant nothing to her without you there.” He takes her hand and she lets him. It’s small and cold and he wonders if her frozen hand had felt just like Anna’s must have three years ago.
Elsa swallows thickly. “I keep hurting her.”
“She’s just glad to have you back.”
“We need to talk.”
“You do,” Kristoff agrees. “You both went through a lot. And you’re both the only ones who can really help each other. You’ve been through similar circumstances and I think it would help you both to not bottle it up so much.”
Elsa doesn’t respond, just gazes out towards the shimmering waters of the fjord toward the land of Northuldra. She closes her eyes and breathes in, and Kristoff jumps when suddenly a horse of water materializes from the gentle waves.
“So, Friday?” Elsa asks eagerly, leaping onto the Nokk. “After game night?”
“Before game night,” Kristoff answers. “And you better practice your charade skills with Honeymaren and Ryder or else Anna’s gonna be pissed at you for more than one reason!”
Elsa grins, shaking her head and rolling her eyes, and waves to him
from behind as she rides out into the water.
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Ice Bros ficlet that I’ve been mulling over for a while. Completely un-beta’d, so forgive any typos.
Elsa asks a question that Kristoff has been dreading. Will she understand his answer?
“No, thanks,” Kristoff said, not looking at her.
It was the question he knew Elsa would ask eventually. The one he’d been dreading, the one that had been bouncing around in the back of his mind ever since that day. The day the dam came down. The day Elsa had somehow - miraculously, thankfully - returned from the dead to save Arendelle.
The day he asked Anna to marry him. The day he found out that his soon-to-be sister had unlocked the gateway to the past.
Summary: Even though Anna loved her sister-in-law, she couldn’t help but notice there was something peculiar about Elsa. Everything starts to make sense after an accident and a forced family reunion.
Modern AU. Kristanna - Frohana - Kristoff & Elsa BrOTP.
Chapters 1 to 10 - Here
Chapter 11 - Repercussions
Chapter 12 - Time apart
Chapter 13 - Guilt
Chapter 14 - The way I see it
After the radio incident, both girls remained on the floor talking and sharing stories, trying to get back the serene atmosphere they had shared in the early morning. It wasn’t until Anna mentioned Kai and Gerda, that Elsa noticed the time and thought it was better to get ready. She needed to pack a few things to stay some days at her parents’ house, and her crutches made the task a lot harder than it usually was.
I’m so glad to hear you enjoyed that one! I just love the strength of the ice bros friendship, I think they have such a special bond, especially growing over time!
I don’t currently have a sequel to She Was Enough, but I would absolutely love to write some more Frozen 2 Ice Bros- if you ever have any ideas or prompts, please send them my way!
Elsa looking at Kristoff and Anna
She ships it
A shorter, transitionary chapter tonight. However, this chapter does contain content warnings for PTSD, flashbacks, and mentions of past domestic violence. Please take care of yourself and do not read if it is a detriment to you.
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They were like a seesaw. In the weeks after she learned about the hearing, Anna couldn’t help but notice it. When she was down, Kristoff was right there to pick her back up. When he cried over his breakup, she was there to give a shoulder to lean on. There was a balance that she couldn’t quite understand.
She caught herself staring more often at him. Usually it was in quick moments, watching him craft the perfect latte as she waited at the window or seeing the way he got flustered when a customer handed him a large tip or the way he stuck his tongue out doing the math on his counts. It made her feel young again, like she was actually a young fun twenty-three year old compared to the shell of a life she was living before. Slowly but surely, bruises of her heart were healing.
Her favorite times were nights like tonight. By some miracle (or perhaps some intervention by their store manager), neither of them were working the evening shift tonight leaving them free to their own devices. Even Elsa was home early tonight. Though she was still working at their kitchen table, her presence was comforting.
“Oh come on! That’s cheating!” she shouted at the TV, losing a hard match in their racing game. Even in losing, she felt herself smile.
One of my favorite parts of the movie
Well, I’m not taking drabble requests at the moment, but i think his advice would just be to clip her nails and use plenty of tongue fbhdjbfhjr
I’m glad to see everyone enjoyed the first chapter! I’m having a lot of fun writing this AU, getting to explore these characters in a new way. I hope you all continue to enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing it.
When Elsa was working, she could ignore many things. She had missed many a visitor because she was focused so intently on a research article. Many phone calls and texts went unanswered in the swarm of working on her dissertation. Anna had always told her she was jealous of her focus, but in reality it was easy to get swept up in it all. If she was working, she wasn’t worrying, and that worked well enough for her. But there was one breach in that focus.
Well, three breaches actually: Olaf, Marshmallow, and Bruni.