#kristoff supports elsamaren

[ericmicael]

A conversation about "Frozen 3" and the "Frozen Podcast" is not about automatons or my theories about the industrial revolution, but rather about two conversations on the podcast that were strangely interrupted.

Queen Disa begins to interrogate Elsa about the Earth Giants including their origin, but Anna interrupts the conversation before Elsa can respond.

Kristoff wants to know if Anna, Disa and Elsa found Ryder in the Enchanted Forest, but that conversation is interrupted. Soon after, Wolfgang shows interest in Ryder and asks Kristoff to talk about his friend, but we don't hear anything about this conversation.

Until episode 8 of the podcast, this was the only mention of the Northuldra tribe and from the spoilers I heard there won't be much more than that. Much of the podcast takes place in the Enchanted Forest and there's nothing from the tribe? Are they still migrating as said in "Polar Nights" to justify them not also being on another adventure in the forest?

About the two points I highlightedi:

For me, the Earth Giants are one of the biggest questions about the Spirits of Nature: why are there more than one? And why do they look so similar in design to Marshmallow?

And Ryder falls into the same group as Honeymaren, only having mentions excluding the mobile game. But one thing I like to highlight about Kristoff's unexplored relationship with Ryder is that in the book “Frozen 2” Honeymaren's brother is interested in trolls when the ice harvester mentions them, but even in the mobile game this was not the case explored. .

Is all of this being blocked and preventing it from being developed because they are saving it for "Frozen 3"? I hope so, but this greatly increases the responsibility of the third film for me.

I like to cite the mobile game (Disney Magic Kingdoms) as a great generator of ElsaMaren moments, but I don't deny that although it practically confirms that Honeymaren has romantic feelings for Elsa (and Ryder, after giving up trying to get closer to Elsa, starts to support the two women) we didn't see much of Elsa's side. Okay, she obviously prefers sister Nattura over brother Nattura, but it's still not so clear whether she reciprocates Honeymaren's almost confirmed feelings. If the mobile game left Kristoff and Ryder's trip to the trolls for F3, it also left confirmation for the third film whether or not Elsa reciprocates Honeymaren's feelings for her.

As I said, "Frozen 3" has a great responsibility, I just hope they don't comment on the mistake of once again ignoring the Northuldra tribe and treating them as NPCs while exalting any new characters because that will be very disappointing.

#frozen 3 #frozen podcast #forces of nature #earth giants #northuldra #ryder nattura #honeymaren #elsamaren

[horrorartist23]

I had a scenario in mind earlier and its not a new concept but. What if Iduna and Agnarr could somehow return and like be there whenever they need.

And I imagined a scenario where Iduna and Yelena see each other again and I feel like they would be happy to see each other again

So I drew a little fanart. Agnarr was suppose to be there two but I have to go to work soon so I got no time

I was also thinking about Agnarr meeting Matthias again. I feel like theyd be happy to see each other again.

Also also! Imagine them meeting now Queen Anna, the staff members of the castle, old friends, literally Arendell as a whole really. Heck theyd be meeting Kristoff, Sven and Olaf. Imagine seeing thier reaction to Olaf literally being alive. Also both Agnarr and Iduna bieng so proud of Anna seeing her all grown up.

Or them seeing the giant Ice castle with Marshmallow and the Snowgies. Also them questioning if Marshmallow and the Snowgies are Elsas kids because she made them technaclly. Lmao imagine theyre faces xD

Also Iduna and Agnarr visiting the Northuldra Settlement. Like imagine how happy Iduna would be to see her people again. Agnarr would probably feel really damn guilty and stand in the background somewhere a bit akwardly but happy to see Iduna happy. Them meeting Honeymaren and Ryder and the rest of the tribe

And then! And then them reuniting with both the spirits and Elsa. Iduna has seen and interacted with Elsa in Athohallan but still being incredibly happy and proud that she has found her calling. Good old pop would also be incredibly proud of her too of course. Eventho there will be alot of guilt for what has happend in the past (frozen 1). Really making him question his life choices.

And for the Elsamaren fans. Including myself:

I feel like Iduna would be like ,,oh so you are the girl that Elsa likes so much" and Elsa shoots her head up and turns ,,MOM?!" like embarass her a bit. Everybody else just finds it funny. Also them being dumfounded but supportive of Elsa. Agnarr is confused but he got the spirit (get it?)

Those are a few ideas I have. This is just something a bit more wholesome.

#drawing #artists on tumblr #art #elsamaren #frozen 2 elsamaren #elsamaren fanart #elsamaren art #frozen 2 #frozen 3 #frozen 1 #frozen ideas #just something randomn #frozen 2 honeymaren #frozen 2 agnarr #frozen 2 iduna #frozen 2 northuldra tribe

[ejisafan]

Frozen 3 theory: Its gonna be close to wedding time for Anna and Kristoff. Kristoff kind of bummed about knowing more about his human family side. ( only remembers bits and peices before the trolls.) So Anna, being good fiancee she is, tries to find you know maybe where they are, and it'd be great if they made it to the wedding too. She finds something grabs Kristoff, telling there's something cool at X location not explaining exactly WHAT it is. Everyone goes on adventure. Somehow the secret gets leak, Kristoff getting nervous as they get closer. They get to the town, find HIS family, and it can either go 1 or 2 ways after that.... >:3

Way 1. They're normal family excited to see the son they thought they lost AND he's getting married?! Happy Ending :)

WAY 2. Basically the same. BUT they're lying. They're SHOCKED he's alive, and getting married to Royalty?! Tries to trick Kristoff to marry and run away with the wealth leaving Anna, but you know Kristoff isn't about that, and loves Anna more than, well even ICE. His "family" doesn't like that, some Evil stuff goes down, gets fixed. By the end of it on the sled ride home, there's this huge moment Anna and Kristoff have where he's glad about how they were able to find them, even if it sucked. BUT he's more happy he found the Trolls and Anna. Not wanting to ever trade/change things. Skips to wedding moment The kingdom (another Rapunzel cameo) sitting on Anna's side, and on the other side all the Trolls there supporting Kristoff and he couldn't be happier. :3

Cause you can't have movie without Elsa and sisterly bonding (whoo) the other half of the movie focuses, on another magical mystery to solve i dont know what kind of magic or WHAT mystery but Marren and Anna help Elsa try to solve. (basically what leads Anna to the Kristoff-family clue). ......uhhh im not sure on details of this half of movie but it all ties in somehow.

:p sorry, random Frozen 3 theories but my brain only processed half of it lol

P.S. Hope life is good and you are doing well EJ :)

*disappears into the unknown* ~~~~whoooosh~~~~

I'm so intrigued by a found family focus. Like, we've focused on familial love, but not found family in particular.

I am here for it.

But, even though it would also irk me since they wouldn't make it official, I'd love to see some not so subtle Elsamaren lol

#frozen 3 #frozen 2 #frozen #frohana #snow sisters #kristanna #elsamaren

[hereisisa]

Oh damn I vanish for a hot and you’re getting attacked. Like the only excuse I’m seeing is racism and I had to block them cause I ship elsanna and call bullshit. Like elsamaren has no chemistry and kristoff and Anna have a good brother sister dynamic but not romantically but wow. Sorry you’re dealing with that but they’re waiting their time going after you guys.

Thank you so much and welcome back!!!!

Honestly this racism thing went on for too long. I have actually replied many times to all these ‘accusations’ one by one but now i’m tired.

I will just call them racist for supporting the ‘white Savior ruler of the natives’ and call it a day. 🤷🏼‍♀️ sounds fair.

The more they try to hide their true colors, the easier it is to spot the issue:

*whispers*

‘It’s about a shiiiiip’ 😂

Thanks for the support!!

#frozen 2 #anti-elsamaren #anti-kristanna #anti-fandom fuckery

[justlookatthosesausages]

“Lift the Spirit” :: a fluff/angst post-Frozen 2 Elsamaren fanfic

Chapter 5: Cause I’m not alone anymore

Nokk was still waiting at the place Elsa had told them to wait. They turned their head to the call of the Snow Queen. It was remarkably stealthy; Elsa didn’t even have to whistle to get their attention, she simply used her mental bond, and the Water Spirit obeyed. 

The blonde ran along the trees, increasing her race even, and the magical horse galloped to join her side, catching up with her rhythm. They ran sideways in the Moon light for a few seconds, Elsa’s gaze still on the horizon to where the Northuldra camp was, and she didn’t even need to look at Nokk for the next step. She rose her left hand and jumped on their back from the flank, her legs hovering their barrel as she seemed to float during her twirl. Her hand still on their crest, she sat bareback as usual and sent a silent order to the Water Spirit, asking them to dash to the Sami village. 

Nokk nodded energetically, and ran to where the others had been waiting. When Elsa arrived in a barely perceptible trot in the camp, several people startled of surprise. 

Except for Anna, who had been expecting her venue and staring at where she had come from. The redhead came closer, holding a torch like several Northuldra. 

“He’s on the shore.” Informed Elsa, staying on Nokk. “I saw him plan how he’s going to cross the Dark Sea. He’s distracted. It’s now or never if we want to have the element of surprise.” 

Anna, Honeymaren, Eydis, Kristoff and Ryder nodded. The Snow Queen outstretched a hand for her sister to help her jump behind her, which she did in a swift motion. 

Kristoff went on Rask’s back, and helped Eydis to get behind her. Finally, Honeymaren and Ryder rode the fastest reindeer of the herd. 

“Everyone, get to your positions.” Ordered the Northuldra leader. “You know what you have to do. Stand guard and don’t let anyone or anything approach. I have confidence in you all.” 

“May Ahtohallan be with you.” Bowed Jongu. He was in charge of the camp while she was gone, and would not disappoint her. His eyes were fierce at the light of his torch. 

They all exchanged words of support, then galloped up North. 

Elsa was leading, with Anna holding her waist tight. The blonde couldn’t tell if she was doing that due to the surreal speed of Nokk and the possibility of falling, to the roughness of Anna’s armor, or to her undeniable mix of stress and excitement. 

The Snow Queen patted her hand. She wondered if she could feel it because she had reinforced leather gloves, but when she felt the redhead tilt on the side, she smiled in success. 

“Everything will be okay, Anna.” 

The Queen didn’t answer, for bad fortune, and simply cuddled closer to her elder. She couldn’t lose her. Not after all that their family had been through. 

Elsa passed a hand along Nokk’s neck while they were heading to the Dark Sea shore. She could feel how nervous the Water Spirit was as well. Even Gale and Bruni, who were protecting the camp, and the Giants, who were patrolling in the land, were exhaling stress, and she could feel it kilometers away. 

“It will be alright, dear friends.” She sent as a mental answer, and their mood calmed down a bit. 

Nevertheless, she was upset that the Spirits couldn’t participate to the fight. She had thought of begging Ahtohallan to use their magic against Victor, but she knew that the laws of Nature were immutable. Magical Spirits had been brought to the world to protect and help, not to attack opposite dark forces. However, as the Fifth Spirit, Elsa was allowed to intervene; just as, sadly, the previous Fifth Spirit could make his own choices concerning Niks’ penalty. The Bridge existed to forge a path between humans and magic, and Elsa’s role now was to stop Victor’s evil ends and prevent him from taking control of Ahtohallan. Her instinct of guardian of the magical source made her flare, ironically in an ice cold way. The glacier had helped her to fully accept and love herself, and she would never let anyone destroy it. 

On that thought, she slammed her heels on Nokk’s sides to go faster, and the Spirit complied with an excited neigh, sharing her feelings. 

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“What, you thought you could ambush me?” 

They all widened their eyes in surprise from the big shore rocks they had been hiding behind. 

“This whole shore is covered with pebbles. Only an idiot would not hear you arriving.” Sighed dramatically Victor Eiglatson. 

He turned his attention from the Dark Sea to them, his tangled and dirty hair floating in the wind. Elsa couldn’t help but think, after she saw his deep pain and sorrow at the death of his wife, that he never fully recovered from it, and it would explain his messy appearance and his simple outfit. 

In opposite to the armors or reinforced leather they were wearing, Victor looked weak, feeble. He only had a dark purple cape with a hood, and a vest and pants that looked like the Arendelle army uniform. It was worn-out, but not in the same way than the ones of the guards that had been trapped for years in the Forest like Mattias; he clearly didn’t take care of it, not minding that it had stains at some parts. 

Revulsed, she still answered his invitation when he lifted his chin in a provocative ‘quit your hiding spot if you dare’ gesture. 

Anna grabbed her elder’s arm when she saw her walk around the rock calmly. “What are you doing?!” 

“He wants a fight. I’ll give him a fight.” 

Honeymaren stared at her, but eventually agreed. She stood up from the low rock where she had been hiding with Eydis. 

“She’s right. You want to confront us, don’t you, Victor?” 

The man didn’t get affected by her threatening tone. He preferred to choose sarcasm against her gritted teeth. 

“Well, well, well. I am even blessed by the presence of the Northuldra leader, uhm? How ironic.” 

Elsa frowned and clenched her fists. 

“You know, it’s actually even better.” Admitted the man. “It makes this fight even more meaningful.” 

He cracked his fingers, a habit that Kristoff hated to see, so it’s what made him stand. As if they were mentally connected, Anna rose at the same time on Elsa’s side, like a protective shadow. When she saw her mother stand, Eydis copied the move. She even glanced at Victor with a fierce stare, gripping her mace, to show that even if she was the youngest opponent, it didn’t mean that she wouldn’t make him live hell. Ryder was the last one to stand, but that didn’t make the whole thing less impressive. All together, they walked around the rocks and formed a line, all drawing their weapons in synchronized moves. 

With the whistling wind and the bright Moon light, it made their stance even more epic than it already was. 

“Waow, the whole family is here. How touching.” Commented Victor on a flat tone, not impressed. 

Then, he realized that the shining armors and the magic pieces of Elsa’s outfit weren’t the only thing to gleam in the bright light. He saw, with eyes getting wider and wider, that everyone without exception had custom-made additions to their weapons. Elsa had been way faster at upgrading her assaults than he thought. He tried to hide a nervous gulp, but Honeymaren, with her acute huntress sight, smirked at his state. 

Elsa also saw that he wasn’t expecting that level of preparation. She blinked in realization that Victor had nothing of a great strategist. Only anger and sorrow fueled his actions. So she decided to lower her ice spear. 

She took a few steps forward, her crafted sandals screeching on the pebbles. Anna and Honeymaren exchanged a look, not wanting to lower their weapons like her and wondering what she was doing. 

“Victor, this is your last chance to surrender.” 

“Great, because I never intend to.” Replied the man with deep anger. 

Elsa perceived it, and calmed down the situation. 

“I know why you acted like that lately.” 

“You know nothing about me.” 

“I’ve seen memories of you and the Fifth Spirit in Ahtohallan. I know what happened. I’ve seen it all. Your past… Your pain...” 

She explained everything, and his face distorted when she finished her story. 

“Listen, Victor… I know that you hate me.” 

The man’s face turned into a terrible wince. “That’s a very simple way to phrase it. I despise you. I loathe you.” 

Anna intervened. “No, it’s not true! You hate the previous Fifth Spirit. My sister is different!” 

“I don’t care who’s the person with Ahtohallan’s magic, the Fifth Spirit is still an abomination!” Blurted Victor, yelling on the same tone than the redhead. “There should be no human allowed to have such powers!!”

“You have powers too.” Remarked Kristoff. 

“But I don’t use them to kill people.” 

Elsa gasped, outraged. “You killed two innocent Northuldra!” 

The man shrugged slightly. “That was collateral damage.” 

Honeymaren startled of rage and stepped forward. “IT WAS A FATHER AND HIS SON!!” 

Elsa restrained her by grabbing her arm. She also truly wanted to hurt Victor for his words, but they had to remain calm. The man noticed their anger.

“Nothing you will say will change my mind. Your powers will be mine, Ahtohallan will be mine, and The Fifth Spirit will pay for what it has done to me!” Blurted Victor. 

Anna gripped her sword hard with her two hands, pointing at him threateningly. 

“They’re not a ‘it’, they’re a person!” She blurted with even more verve. “And her name is ELSA!!” 

He looked scowled, yet it seemed like disgust. 

“I refuse to put a name on that being who’s nothing less than a murderer!” 

“For the last time, the previous Fifth Spirit was! Not Elsa!! You’ve got it all wrong!” Yelled Anna. 

Victor was done getting scolded. He flipped his hands, volutes of black goo appearing around his fingers and floating there, just like cold smoke around Elsa’s fingers when she loaded her magic. 

“I’m not coming back on my decision. I will rip the powers out of her body!” 

He had pointed at Elsa with an angry index finger, and it perspired with evil power. Honeymaren instinctively placed herself in front of her. The blonde internally sighed at the behavior of her sister and the reaction of her wife. This was going worse and worse and wouldn’t end well. She could feel the magic pulsating in the air at the man’s anger, so she stared into his eyes. 

“Victor, wait. If you do that, you’ll become the very thing you hated.” 

Elsa’s wise words crossed the night, and everyone looked at her. Even Victor got stunned and remained silent. She got a point, but he chose to ignore her. 

“I doubt of it. I will finally avenge my beloved wife!!” 

The blonde rose calming hands. “And I get it. Believe me, I really do. However, revenge isn’t the solution…” 

“ENOUGH!!” 

Anna was astonished by his persistence. 

“You will rip her powers, even if it means that she will probably die?” She winced. 

“I don’t care.” 

He had stated that in a cold, frigid voice. Eydis gasped at the tone. Kristoff widened his eyes. Anna and Honeymaren were outraged . Elsa… Remained silent. 

“You’re a cruel man with a heart of stone!” Shouted the Queen with a shocked wince, speaking from her guts. 

“I’m bringing justice!” Replied Victor on a strong tone. “I’m doing what needs to be done! She’s a monster!!” 

While they gasped, Elsa walked around Honeymaren and stepped forward, to everyone’s surprise. 

“I used to think I was.” She said. 

Her voice had been calm, deep, sincere. 

“There was a time when I would call myself a monster…” Muttered the Snow Queen. “But I have changed. And one thing is for sure, now… You’ll be way more of a monster that I’ll ever be if you continue to focus on vengeance.” 

“You changed?” Repeated Victor. “What makes you think you’re not still a monster, as you have the same powers than when you called yourself that?” 

Elsa sighed, a bit emotionally. “Because since, I have been guided to a new light. A new perspective. Since then, I have been helped by love. And learned that people actually loved me all along.” 

She paused her powerful speed to turn to Anna and Honeymaren, who were looking at her with touched smiles. “And they still love me every day.” 

“You think that love solves everything?” Frowned Victor. 

“Yes. I do.”

“BULLSHIT! Bring my wife back, then!” Bawled the man. 

Elsa did a move, but not the expected one. She melted her spear, and the two women behind them gasped in warning noises. 

The blonde rose her hand as a dismiss, assuring them that everything was alright. Kristoff remained rational; Elsa could craft a new spear any time she would want, and faster than it would take to say the word. So she wasn’t really putting herself in danger. She was being wise and showed Victor her true intentions. 

The man looked at her with a squint, surprised of her attitude. 

“Does loving yourself better make you lower your guard?” He snorted.

Elsa nodded softly. “Yes. Because I have changed, and you can too.” 

His facial features, which had calmed down a bit, returned to a twisted frown. 

“How dare you TALK about change when you took my WIFE!!” 

Dark energy emanated from him, making splashes of black slime spurt from his hands and all around his foot stomp. The dark pebbles of the shore got stained by it at the pale light of the Moon. 

“Once again, I didn’t.” Reminded Elsa with a calm voice, which was remarkable for the situation, because Victor’s sudden burst had brought everyone else to clench on their weapons and get ready to aim at him. 

“You seem really certain to be innocent.” He grunted. 

“That’s because I am.” 

She stared at him with intensity. “And I intend to be fair. This is the last fight we have. After that, you will face justice and pay for your crimes.” Warned Elsa. 

“Well, there’s at least one thing we agree on, Fifth Spirit.” He replied, his fists clenched. “This indeed will be our one and only face-to-face.” 

He looked around, now pensive. 

“I got to say, it’s a nice place to have it. If I had to pick, I would have hesitated between here and the entrance of the Forest.”

“The Elemental Stones?” Frowned Anna. 

“Yes. That. They would look great as battle ruins, wouldn’t they? Once they get destroyed with my vengeance.” 

“How dare you.” Muttered Honeymaren, who had chosen to stay silent until now, but couldn’t bear his arrogance any longer. “This is a sacred place. My ancestors built those stones.” 

“They have been made to honor Nature.” Specified Kristoff. “What do they have to do with your revenge over the Fifth Spirit?” 

“Well, this is a game-changing fight. You know my plan now, right? So you know that I want to destroy Ahtohallan and everything that the Fifth Spirit stands once and for all. What would be the point of worshipping the Nature Spirits when the person who’s supposed to bring the balance with the human world kill humans?” 

Anna clenched her jaw. “You know that your wife had it coming. She did crimes. The Fifth Spirit warned her, and yet she continued to do it.” 

Elsa turned to her with a deadly stare. The redhead understood that she had been a bit too far, and retracted a bit. However, she did not regret her words. 

The Snow Queen turned to the enemy again, focused and determined. “You will not touch a single inch of Ahtohallan as long as I stand.” 

Victor looked at her with a cruel smirk. “See, that can be arranged.” 

He flipped his arms up and two big spurts of pitch black goo jolted from it. 

Each one splitted in eight parts, and in a record time, a group of sixteen creatures emerged, forming from the slime. They all were taller than the humans, with muscular arms and solid blades as hands. As always, they had head shapes but no faces, which made the creepy atmosphere of the night even more scarier, added to the fact that they were more numerous than Elsa’s allies. 

“GO!” Shouted Victor as an order, and the monster ran to them unsteadily, their big feet splashing on the shore. 

Elsa hurried to go in front of her family and place herself first, as the first creature was jumping to slam its blade on them. With a yelping grunt, Elsa raised a giant ice stalagmite, as sharp as a razor, and it pierced right through the living thing. It tried to touch her despite being impaled, but with another yell, she pushed the stalagmite away in a new blue beam, and it jolted in the air, slamming two other monsters in one go. 

Honeymaren blinked as Elsa then crafted her ice spear back, and attacked a fourth monster that was making its way to them. She stabbed it right in the thigh, then grunted as she heavily twirled on herself with both hands on the shaft. She dragged the creature with her, and send it fly in the air with a powerful swing to slam another one. 

The Northuldra leader exchanged a stunned look with Anna, who was astonished as well. 

Did they… Even need to come to this fight? Was Elsa going to take care of everything on herself with her usual badassery? 

The blonde panted, twirling her spear, and turned to her loved ones with a huff. 

“No one harms my family.” 

Honeymaren smirked. 

“Leave some for the lowly people, my love.” 

Elsa smiled. 

A grunt on her right side took them out of their reverie. A monster was attacking Eydis and Kristoff, and they were trying to repel it. The Snow Queen frowned and was about to help them. 

Anna gave her a sign. “Wait, some are coming right at us. Let’s take care of them first.” 

The redhead ran to the monsters, her golden armor shining in the Moonlight, and slayed one in a swift move; she beheaded a second one with a brilliant twirl, her second hand on the pommel of her unique sword for faster actions. 

Honeymaren aimed at the ones on her side with quick and effective arrows. When one of them was threatening to charge at her, Elsa ran and slammed her foot on the ground, a wall of ice emerging and letting the monster splash on it with a dumb move. She rounded her creation, and while the dizzy thing tried to retrieve its form and balance, she planted it with her spear against the wall. It vanished like any the others once it got killed, and the blonde had a smirk, twirling the spear around happily. 

She saw at the corner of her eye - and almost instinctively - that a monster was about to attack Anna from behind. She focused in a frown, tossed her spear up in the air and lifted her arm to catch it with her fingers up, holding it javelin-style. She aimed, gathered momentum and threw her spear across the shore. It whistled in the air and hit the creature right in the head. With the force of the blow, it vanished before it would even fall on the pebbles. Anna finished slaying her own enemy with style, then turned around at the sound of the spear falling on the pebbles. 

She blinked in confusion, picked up the weapon, then looked at her sister in the distance. 

‘Did you just?’ She seemed to say with her amazed eyes. 

‘Saved your life? Yep.’ Seemed to answer Elsa with a grin and a shrug. 

‘Awesome’, replied Anna, and this time it was obvious because she really said that word out loud and it was easy to read it on her lips. 

Elsa outstretched her hand and the spear in Anna’s hand seemed to vibrate, like it was struggling to get out of her grasp. She unfolded her fingers, and the spear flew in the air to arrive in Elsa’s palm, then the Snow Queen made it twirl expertly, ready to attack new creatures. 

“Show-off.” Scoffed Anna. 

Elsa went to help Ryder and Eydis. They had a lot of talent and she admitted after a while that she only was there as mere support. She took that opportunity to observe the battlefield around her. 

Honeymaren and Kristoff now were taking care of Victor, the blond facing him with his axe blows while her wife aimed at him with her arrows. Only, he was crafting monsters faster than light, and they took all of the blows for him. With a smirk, he made every monster die and vanish instead of actually fighting back. 

Elsa found that utterly shameful. How could a person fitted with magic powers and able to create living beings sacrifice them like pawns, or meatshields? She frowned with disgust, not liking Victor’s ways at all. He was a disgrace to magic, and she felt the same emotion than when she had discovered her grandfather’s aversion for the Northuldra. 

Fueled by her anger, she melted her spear then threw an ice blow at him to freeze his legs, but he sensed her magic arriving so he dodged aside. Thankfully, it didn’t touch Honeymaren who was in the trajectory, because she had an excellent sight and saw the accidental blue glow arrive to her. She jumped aside to get away from it as it crashed on the shore and formed a giant snowflake trap, and meanwhile, didn’t lose time by drawing another arrow. 

Elsa was about to charge a second ice blow, and then was struck by a flashing image of the previous Fifth Spirit who had inflicted the same move to Victor when he was younger during the famous attack that haunted her. She clenched her fist, holding on her promise that she would never act like the old Northuldra leader. 

She crafted her spear again and chose to go to battle in her own style. 

She went to help Eydis with the remaining creatures that she somehow was taking care of by herself, Anna busy helping Ryder stand up after he fell during an attack. With a smile, Elsa admired her niece twirling her powerful and heavy mace around, exploding the monsters’ heads between two rolls. She was sparkling at the light of the Moon in her silver armor, and the Snow Queen was really proud of her. In a combined attack of sword and spear, Anna and her killed the last monster that Victor had created, and smiled at each other, panting. 

They finally got rid of his creatures, but everyone knew that he would create new ones without breaking a sweat. At least, Elsa was able to do so, and she was the only person they could compare him to. Might as well be careful and expect that he was as talented as her. Indeed, he had gotten rid of Kristoff and Honeymaren, and seemed ready to craft new monsters. He groaned as he lifted his palms again. 

“Block his hands!” Yelled Elsa, pointing at him. “If we block his arms, he won’t be able to make those monsters anymore!” 

Anna nodded. Her elder knew well what she was talking about. Hers and victor’s magic may be very different, it had one thing in common: their living creations were crafted with their hands.

Kristoff, who was the closest to Victor after he and Honeymaren had fallen down, frowned in determination as he jumped up, then lifted his arms to hit him. He flipped his axe in the air, aiming not with the blade side but with the hammer one, and slammed down to where his shoulder was. At such a speed and with Elsa’s unbreakable ice, he would at least dislocate it, thought Ryder, who had run to join the King’s side. However, Victor had army experience, and avoided his blow. 

“That wasn’t a really impressive attack.” Puffed the enemy with sarcasm. 

“But a really useful diversion.” Said a smiling voice behind him. 

He didn’t finish twirling around that a massive blunt weapon descended upon his arm. Victor groaned in pain when Eydis’ mace slammed him. He immediately wanted to lift his arm to push away the weapon, but Eydis’ move had been close to perfection and he couldn’t do much with the angle he now had after her blow. He tried to detached his arm from the blades and spikes, but it was impossible; first, because the fabric of his sleeve had been stuck in it, and second, because Eydis was really great at maintaining the mace in place. He tried to push her with the force of his arm, but she grinned as she easily kept him still to where he was, holding the mace with both hands. 

He blinked in astonishment. How could such a little girl have as much strength? He then realized that with the parents she had, it wasn’t surprising. He had made a grave mistake to undervalue her. Victor yelled in frustration, and was about to punch her with his other fist, but he got stuck. 

“What…?”

He turned to his other side, and came face to face with a grinning Ryder. 

“Surprise, monstermaker.” 

Victor gritted his teeth at the sight of Ryder’s staff effectively restraining her elbow and preventing him from making any move. 

He tried to get out of his trap, but it made things worse; the Northuldra had anticipated any possible parade and knew how to hold him still as well. Victor then realized that Ryder’s parade had in fact blocked his right hand. He muttered a line of insults. Seriously? The two younger opponents were the ones disabling him? Eydis smirked as she saw Victor’s despair in his eyes thanks to how close she was. With a grunt, she pushed even stronger on her mace. The Northuldra also pressed harder with his staff. Both him and Eydis couldn’t help smirking at Victor’s struggle. 

Elsa observed the scene and admitted that it was a funny situation too. She had joked earlier in the day how Ryder might be the one who would strike the final blow on Victor, because there was no way one would expect someone with the weakest weapon and the less protection to be a threat. Turned out that she was quite right. 

In fact, not even her could have predicted what was about to follow. 

Ryder changed his grip on his staff to hold the man in place, looking at the splashes of his magic on the ground. 

“You know, there’s something else that is black and that I’d love you to discover.” Grinned Ryder. 

Victor raised a surprised eyebrow at his sudden confidence. 

“Meet explosive powder.” 

The leather pouch he had at his waist, and that the old man thought was simply holding provisions, suddenly flipped upside down and opened when Ryder pulled on a string attached to it. 

Victor’s attention got brought to it and he looked down, giving exactly the intended time for the Northuldra to jump back. 

The mysterious dark powder had fell in a stack on Victor’s right boot, and he frowned as he tried to understand why Ryder had poured ground pepper on his feet. 

“EYDIS!! NOW!!” Yelled the Northuldra. 

Victor jolted his head up, and only then he noticed that the fiery princess had jumped back too. With a grin and a grunt, she lifted her mace to her vambrace covering her forearm. She turned it skillfully so that an iron blade and not an ice one would rasp against the metal part of the armor, and aimed at the stack of powder. With a scratch, a spark flew straight through the air, and Victor saw it fall with wide and terrorized eyes right in the stack of powder. 

The explosion blow was spectacular. In a deafening bang, it made Victor jolt in the air, and Ryder and Eydis got blown away for a few meters despite their safety distances. Thankfully, they fell on their backs like they had planned, loudly but without damage thanks to the pads they had placed on their outfits just for that purpose. 

One could not say the same for Victor, who got injured at the foot, and now grunted as he had trouble standing up without limping. 

Elsa blinked at what had just happened. 

“What the… Did you know they would do that?” She asked her wife, and she saw her happy smirk. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Honeymaren reached for a new arrow in her quiver, and gave her a sarcastic stare. “Well, you were busy being nerdy in Ahtohallan when we built our strategy.” 

The blonde was about to react, but she rose a hand. “Now is not the time to get teasy. Look, he’s about to blow again.” 

Indeed, Victor was clenching his fists and staring at the too-happy family of warriors facing him. 

“Okay, now I’m mad. You’ll face my wrath.” 

He was enraging. And just to make him even more angry, as he stepped forward to personally punch Ryder, an arrow planted right in front of him. 

“Make one more step and the next one goes in your knee.” Menaced Honeymaren with a cold voice. 

He looked up with a grumble and saw that she was aiming at him, her next ice arrow at the ready. During his years in the army, he had always despised archery. 

“A bow… The weapon of cowards.” 

Eydis huffed. “Says the one who uses magic from a distance!” 

“Also, with the skills that it requires to be efficient at hunting, I wouldn’t say that’s is a pathetic weapon.” Remarked Anna. 

“Yeah, my aim is quite good.” Said Honeymaren, still with her threatening eyes, but smiling internally at the words of her sister-in-law. 

She remembered a day some years ago when she had tried to teach the Queen how to use a bow. But the redhead lacked of patience and was more of the ‘attack first’ type of person. 

“Oooh, I’m so scared.” Eye-rolled Victor. 

Elsa was impressed by his assurance. This being said, he had no idea how scary a pissed-of Honeymaren could get. 

The man walked forward, and in a whistle, another arrow planted among the pebbles in front of his feet. He stopped with a grumble. 

“Yes, it will indeed start to get… Very annoying.” 

He stared at the Northuldra, and swiftly moved his right hand. A sharpened solid splurt of dark magic rose from the shore in less than a second and pierced right through Honeymaren’s hand, which she used to draw arrows. In a loud scream, she dropped her weapon and bent with a painful wince. She was bleeding abundantly. 

“MAREN!” Screamed Anna, rushing at her side. 

She grunted that she was fine, but it was an obvious lie. 

Ryder exploded of rage. “YOU BASTARD!” 

“Using big words now, ain’t we?” Puffed Victor. “Actually, you know what? This wasn’t big enough. That didn’t deserve a ‘bastard’ yet. I’m gonna hurt her more.” 

Elsa barged in between him and her wife and stared at him like her eyes came from the core of arctic glaciers itself. 

“Don’t even dare to move your hands at her one more time.” 

Ironically, she was raising glowing blue ones in his direction, and the air around them had fallen of many degrees. 

Honeymaren’s heart filled so much love that it was like all the pain and spilled blood didn’t exist anymore. She smiled at her wife’s intervention, adorable and badass at the same time. 

When Victor took a careful stop, Elsa looked behind her, still pointing at him. 

“Are you okay, Honey?” 

“Y-yeah, I think I can get over it. But you’re gonna have to do without me from now on.” 

Elsa gave a sad look to her lover’s twisted face. Ryder urged to rip a part of his tunic to craft a makeshift bandage. It stopped the bleeding for now, but would need closer inspection. 

To Victor’s ears, however, Honeymaren’s last sentence sounded like music. Yes. Incapacitate each and every ally of the Fifth Spirit so they couldn’t use their weapons. That was a clever follow-up. 

He barely flicked his wrist and a spurt of goo splashed away from his palm right towards Anna. Elsa’s eyes widened and she immediately rose a giant ice shield with a slam of the foot. 

The slime splashed on the surface, and she groaned as she turned to him again. 

“Stop that at once!!” 

Anna twirled her sword in a menacing ‘woosh’. “Oh, if he doesn’t stop it, I will make him stop. I hate surprise attacks. You’re the coward one!” 

“Coward?” Repeated Victor with a slight evil giggle. “You talked about skill earlier. Don’t you think it’s skilled that I can reach to spots… That I don’t even see?” 

He flicked his wrist again, and Anna tried to understand what he meant. Suddenly, the pebbles on her right moved in a creak sound, and dark slime gushed from the ground to splash at her arm, right at the interstice between the elbow and forearms parts of her armor. She let out a scream and a hiss at the burning pain that seized her suddenly, and dropped her sword. 

Elsa twirled around. What?? He had aimed at her even though she was standing behind her blurred ice shield? And so precisely that it went through the flaws of an armor? 

The Snow Queen started to panic as she admitted that Victor had the experience of battle, and knew exactly what to do from now on. 

“No...” She muttered, but it was too late. 

She twirled to Kristoff and Eydis, who had been standing side by side. The King had turned his head at Anna’s scream, wondering what just happened. 

“Kristoff! Watch out!!” Warned the blonde. 

It was a mistake to call him. He looked at her, wondering what the danger was, and Victor smirked. With a jolt of the wrist, he sent another spurt of dark magic to him, and it hit him at the head. 

“KRISTOFF!!” 

Anna, who had been inspecting her wound, caught up on the scene too late. Elsa, who thought until now that she had the advantage of speed, was frightened to discover that Victor was as talented as her; in a few seconds, he had harmed three persons. 

Elsa jumped over her ice shield, enlarged it without looking at it, and hurried to her brother-in-law. 

“I’m fine.” He assured, but then he grunted when he felt the pulsating pain on her skull. “I’ve got a… You know.” Maybe that a regular person would have died from such a magic blow, but he was fine. Only, he started to feel dizzy, and went on his knees, his hand preventing him from falling on the pebbles entirely. 

“Papa!” 

Elsa saw Eydis crouch next to him, but also felt at the same time magic flow through the air. Victor’s next target was her niece. Pitch black goo went to the spot between her shoulder and her neck, where she only wore a coat of mail. Elsa turned still in terror. So he had noticed every single flaw of their outfits. 

The young princess fell forward with a cry. 

“Her too?!” Yelled Ryder, like this was the last straw. “How dare you hurt a CHILD?!” 

He started to run to Victor, screaming a war shout, and the man just cackled. 

“Ryder!! NO!!” Panicked Elsa. 

Victor was faster at injuring Ryder than it would take her to raise a wall in front of him to prevent any step further. 

A slime dart splashed to his knee, and he fell with a moan to the ground. 

“NO!” Whined the blonde, seeing the worst happening, and continuing to happen. 

They were all wincing in pain and clenching their eyes shut at the horrible sensation that the dark magic made as it burnt their skin in a unique way. 

Victor laughed like a maniac. 

“You fools! You’re all like preys to me. Tiny, little, weak preys. This is just too easy when one has been practicing for years.” 

He wiggled his fingers in a ‘buh-bye’ gesture, and it both was sarcastic and meaningful. Elsa quickly understood that he was getting in the final part of his plan. Now it was only her facing him, and he knew very well that she would never dare to give him injuries like the one he struck. 

Elsa gulped. All of her allies on the battlefield were wounded, and she couldn’t even take the time to heal them; Victor now was getting all of her attention. 

“This is over, Fifth Spirit. You’ll face justice.” 

“No! This isn’t justice! This is pure and abominable cruelty!!” Blurted Honeymaren, still in pain, and accusing him through gritted teeth. 

“Shut up, Northuldra. Or I pierce your second hand. It won’t be hard.” 

Elsa frowned with rage. “Don’t talk to my wife like that.” 

She stepped forward, detaching from the others to come closer to him. Anna admired how brave and independent she was to step forward. Honeymaren didn’t like much how it made her go away from her. 

Victor raised an eyebrow as she walked for long seconds and now was away from her peers, halfway between them and him. 

“You think you can threaten me? I have weakened your family. I’m able to rip your magic out of you anytime. You’re not in a position of strength.” 

The blonde clenched her jaw. She indeed wasn’t, but had the tiny hope that he didn’t notice. Only, even if he didn’t have a strategist mind, Victor was far from dumb. He was determined, which made him a fearsome enemy. 

“That’s what makes it unfair!” Underlined Elsa. “You have this ability to rip magic out of others, and I don’t.” 

“Because you don’t want to find about this ability.” Scoffed the man. “While you were busy being lame and weak, I studied this art. But being in harmony with Nature is more important, I guess.” 

Elsa’s heart clench at that double judgement. He had demeaned both her magic skills and her job. 

“You’ve got a lot of nerve…” She hissed. 

He sighed. “Yes, a very little patience. Now I am done waiting. This delay has gone on too long.” 

He twirled his fingers, but instead of making dark slike appear there like the Snow Queen thought he would do, he seemed to gather his magic. 

Elsa quickly rose her hands in a dismissing gesture. “Victor, no. Hold on. Remember what I said: if you do that, you’ll become the very thing you hated.” 

“Don’t try to influence me!!” Yelled the man. 

“I’m only saying the truth!!” Swore Elsa. “I’ve done many mistakes in my life to advise you on that, trust me!!” 

“STOP IT!” He groaned, his fists now exuding strong energy. “I’m putting an end to the Fifth Spirit’s existence, right here and right now!” 

Elsa’s eyes widened at his brisk move, realizing he was genuinely about to do the magic pullout. She rose her arms even higher, in an imploring gesture. 

“This magic is who I am, Victor…” Confessed Elsa. 

Her sentence was so emotional that it placed them in the silence of the night for a moment. Honeymaren widened her eyes.  

“It’s part of her identity! If she loses her magic, she loses a part of herself!” She insisted. “You can’t do that!” 

“Oh, I assure you that I can.” 

He started to move his arms in a combination of moves that he had never done before, and Anna widened her eyes. She really didn’t want to see him try. 

“We have to kill him before he does it!” She yelled to her elder, desperate.

“No, no…” 

The Fifth Spirit refused to come to such an act. 

“We can’t do that!” She yelled back to Anna behind her. 

“Elsa!” Scolded Honeymaren, agreeing with her sister-in-law. “If we don’t do it now, it will be too late!!” 

The two women had been alternating their panicked gazes between the blonde and the enemy, who kept making those unique moves that really heightened the urgency. 

“ELSA!” Called their voices behind her. 

“Let me think!!” Shouted Elsa back, her closed fists trembling. 

Her breathing sped up. What to do? What to do? Victor was gathering his magic. Whatever he was preparing wasn’t bluff. The danger was genuine. 

Honeymaren didn’t like this at all. All of her instinct was screaming that this wouldn’t end well. Anna now understood why she got a bad feeling when they had come to the shore on Nokk. This was it. This was the end. 

They had lost. 

Victor retracted his fists back, his hands pouring with magic. The Snow Queen knew this posture way too well. He was about to blow a very powerful magic move. He locked his eyes with her.

“No, Victor, wait…” Begged Elsa. 

“Too late. I’ve been waiting for this moment longer than you’ve been alive.” 

He gave her a cruel look, and launched his arms forward, his palms open. Widening her eyes was the last thing Elsa could do. 

She suddenly spasmed, like she got seized by a giant invisible hand that just squeezed her whole body. Her eyes turned up and she revulsed, her breathing lost in a strangling noise, and she fainted, falling to the pebbles in a sinister sound. “ELSA!” Yelled Honeymaren. 

“NO!!” Screamed Anna. 

They both ran like hell to the unconscious body of their loved one, but Victor kept aiming and continued his process. 

A light suddenly emanated from every pore of Elsa’s skin, flashing suddenly, and the two women stopped running in a gasp, wincing as she suddenly became entirely bright white. In any other context, Honeymaren would have felt like she was blessed by the sight of an angel. But now, she screamed in anguish. 

“NOOOO!!” 

She ran to take her lover in her arms, when suddenly a shock wave blew from Elsa’s body, and she got blasted away, rejected in the pebbles violently in a backward roll. Kristoff stopped her and prevented her from a whiplash. Stunned, she tried to stand up as soon as possible to try again, determined and oblivious. Although, the wind started to rise, and became incredibly strong, making it even impossible to approach within a twenty-meter radius. 

It was like one of Gale’s tornados had been combined with the most powerful light Honeymaren had ever seen. Anna felt like she was staring directly into a lighthouse. Everyone experienced that moment differently, but all agree on one point: magic was exploding through the air, filling every possible spot. It even felt like it went everywhere and sneaked in every place; Eydis felt like it was going through her hair like rain, and Kristoff felt like it was going into his eyes like the heat of flames would do in a giant fire. 

It was intense and unstoppable. Soon they were projected even further from Elsa because the gust of magical energy started to fortify around her. Victor focused even more on the process, his arms outstretched, unreachable from where he was. The magic process started to lift the Spirit’s body from the shore, and it floated above the pebbles, soon reaching three meters high. 

“Elsa!!” Screamed Anna behind her arms, placed to avoid getting blinded by the magic beam. 

It was obvious that her sister couldn’t reply, completely unconscious. With the wind, she wouldn’t have been able to hear her anyway. 

The Snow Queen’s body flipped like a lifeless doll on a horizontal plan, and looked like she was suspended by an invisible thread that was attached to her navel. Perfectly balanced, her head, arms and legs were hanging in the air, with only her core raising to the sky. 

Then the light started to detach from her. It was no longer a figure of speech; everything that made Elsa magical was leaving her body. It elevated in swirls, packing in one spot and one sphere, and it slowly hovered to Victor. 

Elsa’s family members gasped as they guessed what it meant. The man laughed out loud in a sinister cackle, and suddenly widened his arms, his head up, like he was on top of the world. 

The bright white sphere jolted through the air and went right to his body in a second, like it had been pumped, or dragged with the force of the universe. It entered his navel, and he startled at the sensation, then laughed even more. His body shone the same way, but it faded as the magic sank into his core. 

Then, the second the light stopped emanating, Elsa’s body fell to the ground, and the magic gust disappeared. 

It was like time had suddenly stopped, and yet it hadn’t. In fact, it felt unfair that it hadn’t actually stopped. Elsa’s body had dropped to the ground, motionless, and yet the waves kept rolling, and yet the wind kept blowing, and yet the entire world didn’t come to a halt to watch the Snow Queen fall. 

A feeling of unfairness added itself to the mountain of emotions that piled in Anna’s heart. At the top, reigned terror. 

“ELSA!!” 

She ran to her elder’s still body, and kneeled heavily next to her. 

“No, gods, no…” 

She checked her state, shook her arms, yelled her name again and again… But nothing happened. Elsa didn’t respond, her face and muscles limp. 

Honeymaren dropped heavily next to her, her weapon also left behind. All that mattered now was Elsa, Elsa, Elsa. 

Their hearts squeezed with the same intensity, yet not the same reasons: Anna was terrorised, and Honeymaren devastated. 

‘No, not again… This can’t be happening… This can’t be real… This is one of those nightmares… Please, no, for the love of gods, please don’t make me go through this again. Please don’t make me live that once more. I can’t do it. I’m not strong enough. I lied each time I said I was when someone asked about that night. I’m not strong enough. I can’t face that again. Please, Elsa, wake up... ‘ Thought Anna, and tears fell heavily on her cheeks as she winced. 

‘Don’t go, Elsa, please, love of my life, please don’t leave me. I’m begging you. I’m begging the sky, I’m begging Ahtohallan, I’m begging all of Nature from the tiniest speck of dust to the tallest mountain of the world. Please, snømus, please… Open your eyes… Open your beautiful and mighty eyes… I can’t live without you. You’re my light, and I can already feel the colors of the world disappearing if you’re not here to shed light on them. Please, Elsa, wake up…’ Thought Honeymaren, her shoulders trembling, and she rubbed her eyes violently to see Elsa’s face clearly. 

But even if the blonde’s face was as graceful as usual, she did not respond. How could she be so stunning in that final moment? 

The Northuldra leader looked down at her left hand where she was holding the one of her wife. A shiver passed along her back as she looked at her ice ring. The object which held the highest importance in her life now made her feel a mix of disgust and anger. 

Her lover’s magic now was in possession of this horrible man. Everything that made Elsa who she is got stolen from her. The ring she had at her finger was now linked to the core of this monster. 

Honeymaren’s teeth gritted as she frowned, roamed with rage, and she dropped Elsa’s hand to search for her knife at her waist. She suddenly stood up, and all the calm and level-headed behavior that normally forged her personality got swept away, as powerfully as the wind in her hair. 

“YOU VILE AND SICKENING SON OF A--” 

“MAREN!” 

A strong hand held her by the crook of her elbow, and she got stopped in her run. 

“LET ME GO!” She yelled with all she could, tears falling on her face. She didn’t need to focus and erase them to know that Anna was the one who was stopping her. 

She could feel how strong yet trembling the hand was. She could feel how equally devastated the redhead was by a simple touch. Victor had harmed a wife, but he had also harmed a sister. 

When she turned to Anna, she was unable to see yet heard the sobs that agitated the Queen, who was reduced to a trembling younger sibling. 

“D-don’t become like h-him.” She begged, her voice hitched with sorrow. 

The Northuldra fell next to her, and the two women held their hands as they looked at Elsa again. The others had approached and were flabbergasted, unable to believe what was happening. 

Kristoff looked around frantically as he realized an odd detail. Nothing made out of magic ice had melted. Ice arrows were still scattered around, the ice blade of Anna’s sword was intact, and the raised shields that Elsa had made here and there were still present. More importantly, the blonde was inert on the pebbles, but her outfit hadn’t changed a bit. 

“Wait… I don’t get it… If her magic’s gone, then why are her clothes still in this state?” Muttered Kristoff. 

Eydis frowned as she thought fast. 

“The process rips her magic… So it transported it... Her magic went somewhere… But where?” 

Victor cackled evily from where he was standing. 

He flicked his right wrist, and wiggled his fingers. Snowflakes popped out of his palm. “Found it.” 

Eydis gasped. He had succeeded. 

The snowflakes twirled around his hand, and he looked at it with a satisfied expression.

“I gotta say, the sensation is quite interesting.” Commented Victor, wiggling his body as he felt the ice and snow course in his veins. 

The brunette was simply disgusted by his behavior. She couldn’t help imagining that it was like Elsa’s soul and essence was in him, and he was squirming in pleasure. It made her feel like she was watching him ravish her wife. She forced herself to focus on Elsa instead of him, holding her beloved in her arms even closer. 

“Say, is it me, or the air of the night warmed up a bit?” He asked in a playful tone. He then snapped as he understood - and his mastering of the magic wasn’t quite perfect yet, so it sparkled some snowflakes around - “Wait, I get it. It’s because of the ice and snow, right? The bender isn’t bothered by cold. That’s why I feel like there’s no more of that fresh sea breeze.” 

Honeymaren suddenly noticed something. She was too busy being heartbroken until now to see it. 

“That’s why Elsa’s body is shivering now…” She murmured, feeling the skin under her hands. 

Anna looked down at her sister’s body in alarm. Elsa was unconscious, but her body was still alive; and now it was struggling to stay so, trembling and spasming. 

“Oh my gods, because she’s wearing ice but isn’t immune to it anymore!” Gasped the redhead, suddenly struck by the horrible situation.

They all gasped. Honeymaren’s brain worked faster than light and she immediately took off a leather layer of her outfit to cover her trembling wife with it. Kristoff hurried to come closer and fell on his knees, making the pebbles creak. 

“No, no, that won’t be enough, we have to take her out of her clothes, now!” 

If Honeymaren didn’t know the King’s personality and his ice harvester experience, she would think that he was trying to bare her wife. Thankfully, it was obvious that he ordered to act urgently and do emergency procedures, just like when one of his harvesters peers had fallen through the ice of a frozen lake. 

They nodded and started to take off her crafted custom-made ice armor… And realized two seconds later that they couldn’t. All of them had tried to tug on a different part, but it was impossible to take it off Elsa’s skin. 

“I can’t detach her poleyn.” Complained Eydis with a weak and disappointed voice. “Doesn’t it have a fastening strap?”

“Where is the outline of it?” Frowned Ryder, confused. 

“There’s none.” Said Anna and Honeymaren in one low voice. 

Kristoff gulped. “She crafted it flawlessly. Each part of the armor has been tailor-made with her magic, so there’s no joint… And only her can melt them.”  

They all widened their eyes at the finding. 

“Wait… Maybe… That her ice against her ice…” Blabbered the blond man, searching for ideas as he panted in panic. He stumbled trying to get up to fetch his axe where he had dropped it, so Eydis went to it for him. She picked the axe with emotion, looking at the beautiful detailed blade. This creation probably was the last one that she will have seen her aunt make… With a sob, she gave it to his father, and he slid the blade of the axe along a piece of armor over Elsa’s chest, right above her heart, the spot they really needed to take care of first. But it didn’t do anything. Despite Kristoff’s long and strong efforts, neither the blade or the flexible plate of thick magic got scratched. His cheeks red, he was out of breath, and dropped the axe down. He gave Honeymaren the saddest eyes she had ever seen on the King’s face. 

Honeymaren gasped. “No. Nonono, this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening…” 

She hovered her lover’s twitching body and rubbed as much skin as possible, at each and every spot that wasn’t covered with those ice armor parts that they all started to hate. 

“Please get warm, p-please get warm…” She mumbled, hiccups cutting her sentence because her throat tightened. Her heavy tears fell and splashed on Elsa’s pale and unconscious face. 

Ryder was devastated to observe that all colors had left the Snow Queen’s cheeks, and even her normally pink lips had turned white. But it wasn’t the beautiful snow white color that the tribe associated to the Fifth Spirit’s unique aura; it was the white of death. Elsa’s heart was slowing down and would soon stop. 

Anna clenched her teeth as her tears fell over and over. She held Elsa’s cold hand in hers and twirled to Victor. 

“PLEASE!” She implored, her voice distorted by terror. “Please do something!! Please melt it, melt the ice, or she’ll die of hypothermia!!” 

The man didn’t move an inch. 

“DO SOMETHING!!” Yelled the Queen with all the force in her lungs, or rather what remained, after she cried and screamed so much. 

She turned to clench Elsa’s arms as her elder’s body trembled from the cold and Honeymaren’s rubs, and she could feel that it didn’t change anything. Elsa’s skin was simply the coldest she had ever felt. Even during bad days when the blonde was feeling down, it hadn’t reached such a low temperature. 

“We need to try a cardiac massage.” Suggested Honeymaren, with a tone overfilled with the acknowledgement that it was useless, but she refused not to make an attempt. 

Anna gave her way so she could place herself above Elsa’s chest and along her arm, even though she knew that it was pointless as well. Indeed, when the brunette tried to start pumping up and down with her overlapped hands, she got blocked by the incredibly solid matter of the ice armor. She tried, tried and tried, with all the rage and despair she had in her soul, but it didn’t even shatter. 

She violently screamed and punched the pebbles on the shore next to her knees repeatedly. Ryder gave her a sad look and was about to put a hand on her shoulder, but Honeymaren tossed it away and bent to kiss her wife. She had meant to combine mouth-to-mouth with the cardiac massage, but the second her lips touch Elsa’s, she startled and cried at the sensation of how desperately cold they were. With trembling shoulders, she pulled back, and clenched the ice shoulder-pieces. 

She sobbed at the idea that Elsa was about to die in two minutes or so, and there was absolutely nothing they could do about it. Her heart would stop beating, her stunning energy that guided Honeymaren day and night would stop existing, her beautiful smile would never reappear on her face, and her deep azure blue eyes would never land on her again with her unique sly and quiet balance, her unique sarcastic and wise temperament. No, Elsa’s eyes would forever stay close like they were now, and her body would remain cold. And it wasn’t the gentle cold that made her who she were, that was her distinctive feature, her peculiarity that drove Honeymaren crazy in love everytime she would roam her hands along her face and body, or when they got even more intimate. This time, it was the end. It was the final cold. In a while, before the Moon even finished its course in the sky, Elsa’s last heartbeat would echo on the shore, and her soul abandon her on the dark pebbles. 

“No… Elsa… Please… Please, I’m begging you…” 

She had a wince and gritted her teeth as new tears fell abundantly from her face, falling on the cold matter of her outfit, that Elsa could no longer control. 

Anna was crying her eyes out as well, her shoulders trembling next to her, holding her sister’s arms and face as she could despite her shaking. 

Both could not see Elsa’s face anymore, because their sight was blur with tears. 

Behind Honeymaren, Ryder had crouched and was putting a hand on the brunette’s shoulder, trying to be a strong brother who would help her go through this, but he was unable to find the strength he was looking for. His hand turned into a clenching fist, holding the leather piece on Honeymaren’s shoulder and trembling as he cried as well. 

Kristoff was so shocked that tears couldn’t even come to his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he was living, his head feeling like in the worst nightmare. Instinctively, he lifted his eyes to his wife, searching in Anna’s face an indication that this was all a joke. But when he saw the absolute wreck that the redhead had become, her eyes and nose running a flood of tears, his heart got split in half just as powerfully as if a sword had sliced it. A physical shock to his chest suddenly took him out of his devastated reverie; he looked down and saw that Eydis had launched herself in his lap and was curling against him, her arms around his armor. He couldn’t see her face, but there was no need. Her tiny silver spaulders were shaking in sorrow and he could feel her gloved fingers dugged in his back. The top of her dutch braids was shivering as she had her forehead against him. With all the might he could assemble, he bent down and kissed his daughter’s head, passing a hand along her locks to calm her. 

However, he knew that no one in the family, no one among them five, would ever get over what had just happen, and what was about to happen. 

Victor stared at the scene with a mute expression. He was silent during all of his sobbing. He was intrigued. 

But what he didn’t understand wasn’t the behavior they had around Elsa’s body. What he didn’t understand was the feeling he was having. 

What was this sensation? Was it… Sadness? No, it couldn’t be. Why would he feel sad for the Fifth Spirit’s death? He had everything he needed! He got her powers, he now was unstoppable, she would soon die and he could even depart for Ahtohallan right now. His plan was complete. His revenge was triumphant. He was the victorious one. 

Then, how come he didn’t move? Why couldn’t he go? What was stopping him? 

Victor was paralysed by this sensation. He even wanted to grunt at this unknown thing stopping him, but he didn’t find the strength to do so. Then it hit him; he was compassionate. 

‘What the hell…’ He thought. ‘Why am I having pity for those losers? I am the victorious one. I won. I avenged Niks.’ 

He stared at the trembling family once again. 

‘Then why am I feeling sadness? Is it sadness? Or is it… Something else? Is it… Worse?’ 

He couldn’t move, still trying to pinpoint this sensation. 

He was in denial. He refused to admit that Elsa and the Fifth Spirit he had met were two different persons, with different lives, and who made different choices. They didn’t have the same personalities, they didn’t have the same intentions. Yet he rejected the idea that he couldn’t avenge Niks by hurting her. 

He was angry. Fueled by rage. Each of his attacks until now had been with the mental image of his wife in mind. She would pay for all his suffering. 

He was bargaining. A life for a life. That was the plan. Once the Fifth Spirit magic becomes his, this vendetta will be fair. That murderer will have what they deserved. 

He was depressed. Those last years had been horrible to him, and took him down mentally and physically. Every time he closed his eyes at night, he thought of his wife. There was no way to dismiss it. 

But he wasn’t accepting. He never accepted that Niks died. All he ever wanted for so many years since her death was to avenge her. It was what fueled his life, what dictated his acts, what made him go forward in life. 

Then why were they all kneeled on the shore around her still body? Why didn’t then want to kill him? Why didn’t they react the same way than he did? 

The Queen had stopped the Northuldra leader to prevent her from giving in to temptation. But this was long ago now. The Northuldra wasn’t held by the monarch anymore. She could totally stand up and run to him and grab her dagger to cut his throat. She could even simply run and punch him in the face. But she didn’t why. Why didn’t she? None of them was retained by the other. Why was none of them avenging her, for heaven’s sake? If he were them, he would already have taken advantage of the enemy’s presence at the scene-- Yet that was it. He wasn’t them. 

They weren’t murderers. They didn’t have crime in their list of solutions. They didn’t plan to kill him. In fact, he realized, they would never plan to kill him, even after the Fifth Spirit’s death. 

“Elsa.” Said the echo of the Queen’s voice in his mind. “Her name is Elsa.” 

Victor was struck by the vision of this family. They never considered murder. That simply wasn’t who they were. They were peaceful, they were pacifists. None of them even had their heads turned to him. He could even attack them by surprise and stab them all with ice impalements like his wife had been killed, and yet they wouldn’t even mind. ‘Let it be so’, they would surely say. 

His knees buckled. 

When he slammed the pebbles, the noise attracted Anna’s attention, and she turned weakly to him. She rubbed her eyes to stop seeing blur and watched Victor. Her eyes widened when she saw that he was seated on his heels, his shoulder slumped, his hands on the ground along his thighs like a disjointed puppet. 

His hands, of a power yet phenomenal, that could snap the whole Forest out of existence if he intended to. On the ground. 

She blinked in confusion. Was he… Was he devastated? What had happened? 

“Victor?” 

The redhead surprised herself at her own voice. Her subconscious seemed to have been the one calling for his name, because she didn’t even remember her brain forming the question. Her tone had been calm, soft, gentle even. She was about to ask ‘Are you okay?’, but forbid herself to pronounce those words, repelled by her own intentions. Was she feeling bad for him now? Wait, what?? 

Because he looked so sad. He looked like his wife had just died a second time in front of his eyes. It was like… 

Gears clipped together in Anna’s brain. 

He had realized that he was inflicting the same thing that the previous Fifth Spirit had inflicted on him. 

“She was right…” He muttered, so far and nearly imperceptibly that Anna almost didn’t hear. “I have become the very thing I hate…” 

They exchanged a gaze, Victor’s eyes now locking with her. 

“Wait… Are you about to…” 

He nodded, and stepped forward. The Northuldra leader’s protective instinct made her protect her lover’s body with an almost predatory snarl. 

Victor rose innocent hands, stepping slower. 

“STAY BACK!” Shrieked the brunette. 

“No, Honeymaren, wait!!” 

“What?!” She blurted, annoyed that Anna prevented her from doing what she wanted. 

“He’ll give her magic back.” 

The Northuldra leader blinked. The others did as well. 

“What did you just say?” 

“He’s bringing her back to life. He’s giving her magic back.” 

Kristoff looked at his wife sadly. “Anna, surely you’re delirious. He only wants to finish the job--” 

“Trust me.” 

“What, you have faith in him now?”

“I can tell that he has changed. I can feel it in my guts.” 

“...What?”

“Why is he gesturing us to move aside, then?” Groaned Ryder, watching his moves. 

“He needs space to do it, just like when he… Just like when he ripped it off her. We have to stand back.” 

Honeymaren’s chestnut eyes turned to fire. “I am not leaving her side.” 

“Maren, I swear that it’s the most difficult thing to do for me as well right now. But I’m begging you. I’m begging you all.” She said on a higher voice, addressing to her family. “Let’s get out of the way. Elsa will be fine. I know she will. I promise.” 

They all seemed suspicious, but slowly changed their minds. Her daughter lifted her small face to her, still covered with tears. 

“P… Pinky promise?” 

Anna looked down at Eydis, and smiled as widely as she could while she held her chin up. “Pinky promise.” 

It took a while, but they finally all stepped away from Elsa’s unconscious body. Victor respected the time it took them to take the distance he indicated, and they moved reluctantly because it was even larger than they thought. He stayed silent until they were all in good positions and he was certain that they wouldn’t get hurt. 

“That will be enough.” 

They turned to him. 

“You don’t need to go further. You’re out of the radius now, it’s fine.” 

Honeymaren blinked in astonishment. He truly cared? She could see it in his features, she could hear it in his voice. He wasn’t tricking them. He genuinely cared about their health. She was stunned by the change in his behavior. Did he come to his senses? 

“Cover your eyes.” He advised. 

They all obeyed, except for Honeymaren, who was staring right at him. He opened his mouth to repeat, but she struck her sentence faster. 

“I am not leaving my eyes out of you.” 

He had a sigh and a sad smile. “Alright.” 

She kept staring at him while he did the same moves with his arms than what he did earlier, only this time on reverse. He focused deeply on what he was doing, joining his hands just in front of his navel. Briskly, he parted them and even jolted his arms open, both outstretched on each side, forming a cross with his body. A bright light parted from him and went in a straight line right to Elsa’s body. It was dazzling and blinding, but Honeymaren didn’t care. She willingly accepted to lose her sight to make sure that Victor was bringing Elsa’s magic back to her. 

Somehow, the light of the transfer this time seemed even brighter than before. Eydis moaned in pain at the light and winced as she stepped back. Ryder placed a hand above her face to protect her as he was also looking away to avoid burning his eyes. 

The process was longer than when he ripped Elsa’s magic in the first place, and Anna interpreted from it that it was always more difficult to return what was stolen. Just like it was harder to fix a vase after breaking it than when one bumped it off the table. 

It took a long time, and the redhead eventually closed her eyes in impatience, clenching them shut. When suddenly, the light stopped. She blinked as she looked around them. The shore had been plunged in the dark of night again, the Moon calmly shedding light on them. 

As she tried to understand where everyone was standing because her eyes had trouble switching from the high brightness to the dark of night, she heard a loud gasp from the ground. 

Elsa gasped like she had been underwater for years and finally had reached the surface. She then breathed in pants as her heart picked up to its normal place and her blood rushed in her veins through her whole body. Her organs felt like they were on fire, and her limbs were both dizzy and buzzing with a sensation of pins and needles. Spasming, her palms slammed the pebbles and her fingers clenched on them. She continued to gasp and sat up in utter confusion of what had just happened. 

“ELSA!!” 

The familiar voice echoed in the night, and she blinked as she tried to find where her wife was possibly standing. Suddenly, fast noises of a run on the pebbles came closer and closer to her. She barely had the time to turn to where it was from when something very hard and very wet tackled her body and slid along her cheek. She recognized who it was by the way she cried, and the natural scent of her skin and hair combined with the familiar smell of the leather of her outfit.   

Elsa’s brain didn’t fully grasp why she was holding her so warmly, but she instinctively wrap her arms around her as she caught her breath. Honeymaren abruptly pulled back to hold Elsa’s face and look at her with a tearful grin. She lovingly sighed, then slammed her lips on hers. The Snow Queen widened her eyes at the deep and powerful kiss. It was full of emotion, and intense in every way. However, Elsa couldn’t enjoy it much. She already had troubles breathing, so a kiss wasn’t really the smartest move. Unwillingly, she pushed away Honeymaren’s shoulders to detach her from her face. After a big gasp, she gave her a regretful wince, then coughed as she tried to retrieve oxygen. 

“Sorry… Just... “ She gestured to her mouth, struggling to make words. “Need air...” 

Honeymaren had a wet chuckle and sniffed as she nodded. “Yeah. I understand. I’m the one who’s sorry for jumping on you like that. Take your time.” 

Elsa breathed as much as she could, when suddenly something else ripped out some of the air she had managed to put in her lungs; the brisk and powerful hug that held her from behind, with arms tightly crossing her chest, was unmistakable. 

“Anna?” She said in a croak voice, blinking. 

What happened? Was she okay? Victor had aimed at her, she got hurt, she fell, but it actually didn’t to anything? Were they this glad because it didn’t work? 

The redhead sobbed of happiness next to her ear. Elsa’s eyes widened at the familiar sound. Last time she had heard that kind of sobbing...

Hold on a minute, how long was she unconscious? 

“Hey, hey… I’m okay…” She muttered, assembling all her forces to reassure her little sister, and she stroked her hair as she felt her face on her shoulder. 

As a response, Anna clenched harder in her embrace, but thankfully her arms had gone higher, so Elsa was able to breathe normally. 

She stared in silence as Kristoff and Eydis ran to her and gave her blessed and incredibly relieved smiles, and Ryder fell to his knees next to her niece to sob loudly in happiness. 

What the heck had happened? How much time had passed? 

She looked around, a bit blocked by Honeymaren in her lap and Anna holding her still with her strong hug, to check the Moon and the tide and try to understand how long she had been taken away from them. 

When Elsa scanned the shore, her eyes landed on a man figure, and they widened when she saw that it was Victor. However, her expression changed when she saw his posture, and that’s why she didn’t recognize him immediately. He had one knee down and the other up, and he was struggling to stand up. That posture was familiar: Elsa was in the same state when she used a lot of her magic in one go and started to feel drowsy from it. What did Victor just do? Why was no one keeping an eye on him? 

“Guys… Look out…” Warned Elsa, nudging the people around her so they could turn towards the enemy. 

Anna crouched next to her and she could finally see her face. Her young sister looked at Victor, but to Elsa’s biggest surprise, she was neither frowning or worried; she was smiling? In… Gratitude? 

Surely she was delirious. The Snow Queen turned to her wife, and was stunned to see the same expression on Honeymaren’s face. 

The redhead turned and gave a squeeze to her shoulder. 

“How are you feeling?” 

Elsa blinked. “Uh… Good. Great.” 

Honeymaren smiled. “Can you feel your powers?” 

She frowned, clueless of what those questions were leading to. She looked down at her hands, folding then unfolding her fingers. She felt magic coursing through her veins, like usual. She pushed magic through her fingertips, and made some snowflakes fly around. 

“Yeah, I think so-- Wait a minute.” 

Her eyes widened, and Honeymaren grinned. 

Anna’s hand passed along her back. “He saved your life. He gave your magic back.” 

Quiet in disbelief, she joined them as they all looked over to where Victor was now standing, limping a bit because of his injured ankle. He didn’t dare to look at them, but finally did after a few seconds, noticing that all eyes were on him. His gaze met Elsa’s, and their eyes locked for a moment. She inspected him, dubious. Victor looked sorry, and sincere. The blonde blabbered in astonishment. 

“You… You did? You retrieved the magic, despite everything?”

“You were right.” He smiled sadly. “Killing you would have made me become the very thing I hate. And it wouldn’t have made me better than him. Revenge would never have. It doesn’t heal. Healing comes with love. So I reversed the transfert. You deserve it better than me.”

He stayed there, defeated and still, ready to receive his sentence. 

Anna slowly stood up, and smiled at him. 

“Thank you.” 

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[hereidinathoreauwrites]

A stunning lack of context

Elsa’s writing letters. And poor Anna just really, REALLY needs some context. Elsamaren.

Now with Part 2! Also, please support on AO3

Dear Elsa,

Miss you so much! Things are going well here in Arendelle; I’ve successfully landed my first trade agreement! Took awhile for the Coronans to come around but the promise of ice was too much for them to pass up.

Cant wait to see you for game night on Friday! Don’t forget to bring Bruni this time!

Love,

Anna

***

Dear Anna,

I miss you dearly too. Things in the forest are moving steadily, like the seasons and it’s quite different from living in the kingdom. Honeymaren woke me up this morning by kicking me in her sleep. But on the plus side I was awake to see the sun alight the sky, even while the lights danced overhead. It is so beautiful.

Ahtohallan glistened in the dawn light, the ice a crimson red. It was even more breathtaking inside, with the snows glowing a rosy color…

But for as beautiful as it is, I sometimes miss waking up to breakfast with you and Kristoff or taking long walks with Olaf. Still, I know I can come back anytime for those.

Bruni is excited for game night. Or maybe he’s just excited to be traveling. I really cant tell with him.

See you Friday!

Elsa

***

Elsa!

Wait, what? Why is Honeymaren waking you up? Is she sleeping in your bed? When did this happen?! Why?

Tell me everything!

Your sister,

Anna

***

Dear Anna,

I’ve been sharing Honeymaren’s bed after that unfortunate accident with mine. She’s really been quite fantastic about it. She even lent me her clothes! The furs are quite nice but I think I prefer my ice dresses. Too bad they keep melting.

What will we be playing Friday night?

Elsa

***

Elsa,

Why do you want to know about games? I’d much rather know WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR BED? Are you okay? Why are you sharing with Honeymaren instead of getting a new bed?

And why are you wearing her clothes? Is something wrong with your magic that your ice dresses are melting?

Answers, please!!

Anna

***

Anna,

I’d like to know about the games so I can properly prepare for them of course! I’m unable to walk at the moment, so such distractions are welcome! Don’t worry, Honey has been taking very good care of me. I think she feels guilty about the whole situation.

I’ll be good as new in no time! Just need some ice and gentle massages.

Laid-up,

Elsa

***

Elsa,

WHY ARE YOU UNABLE TO WALK?! Did you hurt yourself? Did someone hurt you?

AND WHAT IS GOING ON WITH HONEYMAREN?! WHY ARE YOU CALLING HER “HONEY”? AND WHY ARE YOU IN HER BED?!!

If you don’t answer me NOW, I’m going to cancel my state meeting and have Gale fly me up there to find out just WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON.

Your concerned sister,

Anna

***

Dear Anna,

Sorry for the confusion. Unfortunately, travel to the Enchanted Forest is quite impossible at the moment, due to the recent avalanche.

I’d give it several days before you attempt to travel up here. I’d take care of it myself but I’m just too worn out from causing it in the first place. How was I supposed to know that extreme pleasure would trigger an avalanche?

Exhausted,

Elsa

***

ELSA WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!

***

“Are you done?”

Honeymaren glanced up, grinning sheepishly at her companion. The paper in her hands rustled, Gale eager to take the next in her series of notes back to Arendelle.

“Come on, it’s just getting good!” Honeymaren insisted. “Let me just do a few more? Really get her anxious?”

Elsa chuckled, taking the paper from the woman’s grasp. “I think you’ve tormented my sister enough by this point…” she sat up in bed, wincing at the twinge of pain. “just tell her the truth.”

“What? No!” Honeymaren snatched it back, pouting. “Wouldn’t you much rather she show up here all flustered and anxious tonight and see us both completely fine?”

“I’d rather she not have a heart attacking worrying about me.” Elsa responded, massaging her leg.

Honeymaren leaned close to her. “But imagine her face when we kiss in front of her for the first time!” She whispered.

Elsa pursed her lips, face pinching into a smile. “Fine. One more.” She leaned back on the pillows. “But when she gets here, we’re telling her everything.”

Honeymaren rolled her eyes. “Fine…I guess that means we have to tell her the truth about the avalanche…”

Elsa’s whole face turned crimson.

“Well…maybe not everything…”

#frozen 2 #elsamaren #Anna & Elsa #letters #fanfiction #honeymaren is a prankster #Anna's just really confused #lesbians #frozen #frozen fanfiction #Anna supports her gay sister #Honeymaren loves to fluster Elsa

[the-blue-fairie]

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.

#frozen 2 #frozen #snow sisters #elsa #anna

[shirorozutriea]

Rant of a Shipper

I am writing this with fear within me. This post/rant is something everyone may or may not agree in many ways and I accept that. We have our way to see things in life.

The thing I wanna talk about is Frozen ships in the Frozen fandom. We all have different preference of what we should ship in the fandom. I'm probably not aware of other ships so pardon me for that. And I am well aware of the fact that some people hate others ship. In fact, if I mention my ships, yes with s. I'm pretty sure, some might have a violent reaction to it. And I accept that because that's what you think is "normal". I get it.

For example, the ultimate(according to what I've seen so far) the Elsanna ship. Oh yes, I hear the others saying a looot. Okay, I get it. Argument: Your point being it's incest, it's frown upon by the lot and it's against the law. Okay, we get it. But it's fiction.

"No. You can't fill the children's eyes with such hideous thing. Take it away."

Okay, okay. Then take them away from them then. I don't have anything to say. If you think it's bad, then it is. But I'm stressing this out.. It's fiction. Also, you can't fault them for shipping these two. Plus, some people don't ship them in an incest way, they use non-incest tags.

Next in the list, Jelsa. Oh yes, Jack Frost and Elsa of Arendelle now Northuldra. I saw some Anti-Jelsa and okay I get ya, you hate this ship. Argument: its impossible. Jack is a teen and Elsa is an adult. Just because they have ice powers you have to ship them. Again it's fiction. Crossover fiction. You can't fault shippers to actually like them. Besides, it's kinda awesome to see two ice mages just boom boom magic.

Next in line, Helsa. *cue anti-helsa* Calm down geez, wait. Argument: Hans is a villain. He's an irredeemable monster. You hate him. Yeah sure. You hate the guy, please keep it in. There are people who think that Hans must be redeemed. That's okay, that's cool. But please, do not get all angsty because he's a villain. I'm pretty sure there are villains who are redeemed before. And the argument that you cannot pair the villain to a main character. Hey Hey, again... FICTION. Let people be imaginative as they can be. If they thinks it's awesome, then we should not be mad if they ship those two. You also can't fault them for shipping this two. Villain and main is a dynamic y'all. The same goes for Hanna shippers.

And of course the normal ones. Kristanna. They are awesome ship. They are canon. But I'm pretty sure there are people who don't like this two. And I just wanna say let us respect everyone's thoughts.

Also the new edition, Elsamaren. Gaaaay. I knooow. Some people, especially homophobes are against this. But bish please, this two are awesome too y'know.

Seriously I can't find arguments in here to this two. But let me tell you something. I've been telling this for the whole rant. It is fiction. F I C T I O N.

You cannot blame anyone for shipping what they ship. Because it's just them thinking that it is awesome alongside everyone who thinks so too. You cannot see their worth just because they ship something out of the norm. You can't blame them for shipping Elsanna, Hanna, Helsa or Jelsa. Or even the normal ship Kristanna and our gay ship Elsamaren. You can't say that a person agrees with incest because they ship incest, that's not it. You can't say that a person has no taste, because they ship Helsa or Hanna. You can't say that a person is impossible because they ship Jelsa. It is fiction. And that's what makes this whole thing wonderful. With the help of fiction, people can share ideas of their own because they are comfortable with what they are doing. They freely act because they are not trampling anyone.

A ship of fiction is just a ship of fiction. So long as they don't harm anyone physically, mentally or behaviorally. You don't have the right to say that what they are doing is bad or wrong. And also their ship does not define their character.

Me personally on this take, cuz I'm trying my best to sound neutral, clearly I don't sound like it. I'm an Elsanna shipper, proud to be, but I don't support incest. I am an Elsamaren shipper and I'm proud of it and I'm gay yo. I'm also a Kristanna shipper, not because it's canon but because:

Kristoff: I'm here. What do you need?

And:

Kristoff: It's okay. My love is not fragile.

My gosh this two are wholesome, I love them. Also I found Jelsa cute, but I don't really support them as much, but they are cute. And Helsa, psh it's fiiine. I like it they look cool, but like Jelsa I don't really support them that much, but they are cute.

To those who writes or draws for these ships, keep it up. You guys are awesome and wholesome.

And with that my rant has come to an end. Thank you for reading. *bows*

#frozen rant #this is scary #but im just trying to make point #fiction is fiction #please do not hate people for their ship #or instead internalize it #it doesnt help them it hurts them #feel free to unfollow me if you hate me for this or if you dont agree with the way i think #bye im free now #elsanna #helsa #jelsa #hanna (frozen) #kristanna #elsamaren

[ohdoeadeer]

Honestly I’m waiting for someone to write a high school/college au elsamaren fic

I need all the Elsa angst ( I just don’t want her struggles with coming to terms with herself and accepting herself to be ignored just because it’s an au because I think it’s important ) but also all of the elsa fluff and HONEYMAREN I LOVE HER, I tried to write it myself but my mind was blank, ALSO I HEADCANON THAT KRISTOFF AND ELSA END UP BEING REALLY GOOD FRIENDS AND SHE LOOKS TO HIM FOR ADVICE, Anna is also great and hella supportive she just sometimes is A LOT (Anna don’t worry I can relate I ramble too, its an autism thing, omg wait that has me thinking, brb gonna analyse Anna’s character for 7 hours) I just love college AU’s too much to concentrate long enough to write one myself lmao

The struggles of being autistic and hyperfixating on something so much that you can’t even concentrate on writing it because you’re so happy about it

This was so chaotic if you made it to the end of this I love you you’re great, I’m gay and goodnight BOOP

#elsa x honeymaren #elsamaren #elsa #honeymaren #kristoff #frozen 2 #anna

[ahtohallan-calling]

nothing in their hands (t, one-shot, angst, post frozen 2 | elsa-centric, elsamaren & kristanna | cw: major character death, pregnancy)

When it first happened, Elsa didn't understand what it meant to learn she was the fifth spirit. Now she knows it means watching the world move on around her while she stays frozen in time.

aka the angstiest possible take on the end of the movie

She starts to wonder one morning when Honeymaren is braiding her hair for her, humming to herself as her nimble fingers work their way through the silky white strands.

“You’re lucky, Elsa,” the woman whispers, pressing a kiss just below her ear that sends goosebumps racing across her shoulders. “I don’t think your hair has grown at all since you came here. I get so annoyed having to keep mine trimmed.”

“I’m sure you’re imagining it,” she replies, though something deep within her suddenly tenses, pulled tight as a bowstring.

Later, when she’s alone, she stands over a pond and gazes at her reflection. Her hair, as always, falls just below her ribcage, just as it has for the past year without having been touched.

---

“You’ll be here when it happens, right?”

A pang of guilt strikes her; her little sister has always looked up to her, depended on her, but recently she’s been neglecting her familial duties. The forest needs me, she writes on scraps of paper that are quickly swirled away, or it’s just a busy time or I think maybe next week I can. 

In truth, she finds it hard to walk upright under the weight of all the stares that come her way each time she visits the city. The people still know her, still revere her, but the fear in their eyes is always palpable, and it cuts at her as it did the first time her powers were revealed.

She rests her hand on her sister’s rounded belly. “Of course, Anna. I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.”

When her nephew arrives all in a rush of sweat and tears, she cradles him, long after his parents have fallen into an exhausted sleep. He looks up at her, blue eyes wide.

“What do you see, my darling?” she whispers, but all he does is watch, keeping a silent vigil in her arms.

---

“What happened when you were in Ahtohallan?”

“I saw the memories floating, the ones made of ice, and I followed.”

“How far?”

“To the bottom.”

Pabbie sucks in a breath. “And then…”

“I froze.”

“And you came back only when the dam fell.”

She nods.

He takes her hand in his, gently. “I don’t think all of you came back.”

It’s hard to breathe, suddenly, but does she even need to any more?

“What would have happened if I hadn’t gone to the bottom?”

“We cannot know. All we can do is move forward.”

She wishes she could. 

---

She lies beside Honeymaren at night, admiring the way her eyelashes brush against the curve of her cheekbone, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, wondering what her lover dreams of. 

She doesn’t need to sleep any more; she realized that a few months ago. Food, too, serves no purpose, but she eats all the same, not wanting to draw even more attention to herself.

She still hasn’t told her the truth. Perhaps it’s better if she slips away in the night, goes too deep into the forest to be followed. In the end, it would be easier for them both.

Honeymaren stirs in her sleep, rolling over and mumbling something. She leans forward, and hears the mumbled word again: “Elsa.”

Perhaps tomorrow night, then.

---

The second time around, things don’t go as smoothly. She paces in the hallway, clenching and unclenching her fists as frost paints the walls, wishing she were the spirit of something useful. What good is ice, she thinks, furious with herself, when your sister lays dying in the next room?

Anna pulls through; so do the twins, but they will be her last. Elsa holds her as she mourns the loss of a future that had been so dearly longed for, shoulders shaking with sobs. 

She wishes for the first time that it was Anna who had been granted this unending, unchanging life; for her it would have been a blessing, not a curse. Anna would know what to do with oceans of time, would use it all to the last drop.

Kristoff comes in just after Anna has fallen asleep, aching to hold his wife himself. Elsa leaves them alone, pressing a kiss to her sister’s temple as she goes. She knows she will not return.

---

There are creases at the corners of Honeymaren’s eyes, and Elsa finds them enchanting, taking every opportunity to kiss them, despite repeated protests. 

Others in the tribe tell her they envy her, that they want to know her secret for staying so young and beautiful. She laughs off their comments, telling them it’s just all the fresh air of the mountain.

She realizes one night that Honeymaren has never asked such a thing. As they sit together on a fallen log, Elsa entwines their hands. “How long have you known?”

“Since you came back. You were-- different. I felt it in my heart, even then. Nobody comes back from Ahtohallan, not until you.”

---

She’s patrolling the woods one evening when she hears a gasp. Spinning on her heel, she turns to see a figure wrapped in a deep purple cloak, hair twined up in a bun. There are gray strands at her temples.

“Is it really you?”

“You shouldn’t have come here.”

Anna doesn’t care. She lurches forward, eyes already filling with tears, and Elsa catches her in a tight embrace. “I-- I don’t understand this, any of it,” the younger woman whispers, voice trembling. “But I’m still your sister. You could have told me.”

“I didn’t want to burden you.”

“You have never been a burden.”

---

She never does return to the city, but Anna begins making the trek into the mountains each month, more if she’s able. Sometimes she brings the children in tow, and they scramble around the forest whooping with such joy that even Elsa can’t help but laugh.

Kristoff always accompanies her, and Elsa is glad to know that she left her sister in such gentle hands. There is an understanding between them, one born of being granted power that was entirely unexpected and not always wanted. But unlike her, he is making use of it; he is a good king, well-loved by his family and his people.

Elsa wishes she could say the same for herself. She spends her days making icicles. What good has that ever done anybody?

---

Honeymaren is the first to leave her. Elsa has been able to feel the end hovering on the horizon like a fog slowly rolling in. It’s peaceful, easy; one minute she is breathing deeply in her sleep, the next, she isn’t.

She kisses her cooling brow and weeps for the first time in years.

---

She gets the letter too late and doesn’t make it to Arendelle on time to say goodbye.

She’s learned to travel like the wind, though, and hides herself amongst the crowds to watch the procession, led by her nephew, standing tall as he guides the black-draped caskets to their final resting place.

She almost envies them, the way their hearts had been so closely intertwined even death couldn’t break them apart. She had loved Honeymaren the same, but it hadn’t mattered.

“Say hello to her for me,” she breathes, just before she slips away.

---

She stops living with the tribe; it pains her too much to look around and realize that no face is familiar.

She keeps watch from a distance over them, the families of the ones she loved so dearly, and over her nieces and nephew, who now have children of their own. She is half of a bridge, standing without support and still refusing to crumble into the dark waters below.

---

The little snowman is the last to leave her. 

“I think I’m ready to go,” he says, gently, knowing it will break her heart.

She holds his hand as he fades away, wishing someone could do the same for her.

---

She spends her unending days in Ahtohallan now, watching as the world moves on. Unable to face it herself, she calls up storm after storm, desperate for the stories the sculptures will tell her. She loses herself in them, a sea of memories that are no longer her own, and she wishes she could drown in it.

She does not know how long she stays in the caverns, watching the world go by in shards of ice and hungering to move on with it. She returns always to the same pair, the two little girls playing in the snow.

“Do the magic!” she hears, echoing in the back of her mind like a constant refrain, a reminder of all she has lost to this power she never wanted.

“Take it back!” she calls one day, the words wrenched from her in a sob. “I don’t want it any more!”

No one answers. 

---

Time rolls on. She calls up her sculptures, day in and day out, the stories they show her now so complicated she can no longer follow.

But one gives her pause; she presses her fingertips against the rounded, icy cheek, and wonders if maybe, just maybe--

She has lost count of the years she has lingered in the ice. She had forgotten the feeling of the sun on her face, the breeze on her hair, all the wonderful cacophony of the world around her.

She makes her way to the edge of the forest, lingering in shadow, a habit that is hard to break even though she learned years ago to make herself invisible as the other four spirits do. A group of children is approaching, led by a man wearing clothing of a style she doesn’t recognize.

“And some say the guardians of this forest are still alive, and they still protect the city to this day!” he whispers, and the children gasp in excitement.

“Are they really magic?” a tiny voice lisps, and Elsa turns towards the speaker.

She sees her sister in the girl’s face, though her eyes are brown, and somehow-- she knows. 

A bigger boy guffaws and elbows the girl. “Don’t be stupid, Ellie. Magic isn’t--”

He’s silenced by a sudden swirl of snow that flurries through the trees, flapping his scarf up to cover his mouth. Ellie giggles.

She watches the children the rest of the day, making sure to clear the path ahead of them and their teacher as they hike through the woods. And when the sun begins to dip below the horizon and they turn to go, the little girl turns around, eyes wide with the kind of wonder she had thought no longer existed.

“Goodbye,” Ellie whispers.

“Goodbye,” Elsa responds, sending her words floating along the breeze. The girl smiles and turns back towards the city.

Elsa hasn’t felt this warm in years. 

#I KNOW IT'S SAD SDJFKA; but i couldn't stop thinking about it #time to cleanse myself by writing some more beard kristoff nonsense or something omg #also shoutout to bluefire for bringing this up and making me realize i wasnt the only one wondering abt this #elsamaren #frozen fics #my fics

[ericmicael]

HONEYMAREN, RYDER AND YELANA IN “FROZEN 3″

This post unfortunately could end up becoming a remake of my expectations about the participation of the Northuldra tribe in "Polar Nights" that ended up frustrated and left me with only easter eggs and references that accidentally or not seemed to confirm some ElsaMaren events of "Disney Magical Kingdoms". But again, I will create expectations and hope that this trio is developed without the need to go after other products to understand their participation. And with that said, I'll start with the character I believe is least likely to be relevant: Yelana.

YELANA

Or Yelena is the leader of the tribe (and the only one of the trio with a Nordic name) and ironically the one most likely to be important, but after especially "Polar Nights" I gave up having expectations of her (although I still believe in her in the books). A feature of her in the novelizations (“the deluxe junior novelization” and especially “the enchanted forest”) that was somewhat neglected is her sternness, Yelana in the books is much more aggressive in her words openly confronting Elsa while in the film the dialogue was more smoothed. There are two details about Yelana that could be covered in a movie or book, one of which I'll touch on when I get to the Honeymaren topic, but the other is her past with Iduna which unfortunately I believe has also been ruled out. Elsa's main development with the powers in "Polar Nights" is learning how to bring back memories using Ahtohallan, and my theory is that Elsa might want to talk to Yelana to hear tales of Iduna's past like Anna did with Mattias and Agnarr's past I think it became an impossible wish. I already wrote a justification in a fanfic for Elsa even though she has this power she wants to hear these memories of Yelana, but I really think it has little chance. The continuation of the theory about Yelana is in the part about Honeymaren.

Note: I wouldn't be surprised if she died in the movie.

RYDER

The character created in honor of Chris Buck's deceased son and whose only function in the film is to be someone Kristoff talks to. His personality has expanded into someone more outgoing and talkative than his sister, it's easier for him to like modernity. And also in opposition to his sister he has a greater desire to see the world beyond the Enchanted Forest (obviously she is also curious, but Honeymaren is a more reticent person). I already wrote a fanfic where he moves along with some other Northuldras to Arendelle, in Arendelle they create a neighborhood inspired by the tribe and eventually Ryder becomes the leader of this group being the direct representative with Queen Anna, this is a future that I think which can't be possible because I don't imagine such a great exploration of the character and such a radical alteration of his status quo, but I think it's very likely that he is the Northuldra most directly linked to Arendelle. In my list of things that could happen in F3 I mentioned that Ryder and Kristoff could be the heroes of the movie using their ability to talk to reindeer and I still believe in this theory or at least it could be used as an interesting joke. Another point that connects the two men are trolls, also only in the books does Ryder show an interest in trolls when Kristoff mentions them.

HONEYMAREN

The character who is one of the great doubts of F3 and along with her brother has non-Nordic names and in her case there are as many theories about her name as what her relationship with Elsa could become. One of my first theories about Honeymaren was: "Honeymaren and Yelana were originally the same character before they decided to support #GiveElsaAGirlfriend" and today I believe it is one of my most correct theories. Honeymaren is likely Yelana's apprentice being more introverted and connected to the Enchanted Forest having a sense of leadership, with a deep interest in magic and devotion (or/and passion) to Elsa. But why would Honeymaren interfere with Yelana's role? Precisely this magical knowledge, Honeymaren's interest in magic has already officially made her the main source of information about magic for Elsa, and if on the one hand this is great for the development of ElsaMaren, on the other hand it is another stone for Yelana's future. Honeymaren becoming the future leader of the Northuldra tribe, Elsa's main advisor on the spirits, perhaps the one who will teach her physical combat and her ideal future companion whether it be romantically or just to share jokes and be the person for her to lean on from time to time.

In the end, can this post be considered simple? Maybe, but really after 4 years of F2 release and the only place they put some development for the Northuldra tribe is a mobile game it made me wait for the basics instead of creating high expectations. Perhaps in an ideal world the tribe would have a great development of their mythology and something like the return of Woodsman or having some context for this Yelana concept art would be possible, but in a movie it became almost impossible for me. I consider myself a skeptical and realistic person so I prefer to focus on your personal development interacting with the main ones than much beyond that.

#frozen 2 #Frozen 3 #yelana #ryder nattura #honeymaren #elsamaren #give elsa a girlfriend #northuldra #theories

[horrorartist23]

Small Elsamaren animatic I just finished cause why not?

Kristoff and Anna are always supportive😌

So is the rest of the tribe 😌

#drawing #art #artists on tumblr #disney frozen elsa #frozen disney #frozen au #frozen art #disney art #disney movie #disney artwork #disney anna #disney kristoff #disney elsa #disney honeymaren #frozen elsa #frozen 2 #frozen 2 honeymaren #frozen 2 elsa #frozen 2 fifth spirit

[aliferousdreamer]

Frozen for the fandom ask!

M/F OTP: I don’t feel strongly on many pairings but of course Anna and Kristoff are sweet so they’re my favourite ones!! He grounds her and offers her unconditional support. She brings him out of his shell with her bubbly nature and optimism!

M/M OTP: Same as above (in regards to no strong feelings), although Kristoff and Ryder do have a cute bonding moment that could make them a cute ship!

F/F OTP: Elsa x Honeymaren!! Unfortunately we don’t know much about Honeymaren, other than that she’s a strong warrior, but she immediately hits it off with Elsa once they start talking! They have more chemistry than any other romantic pairing for Elsa I have seen. Also, since Elsa spends her time with Honeymaren a lot now, I can see them bonding even more...

OT3: I don’t have one atm.

Favorite Canon: Anna x Kristoff... seeing as Elsamaren will likely never be officially announced as canon. *sigh* Hopefully Disney will actually have a main gay couple in one of their films... Maybe one day.

Favorite Crack: Not sure I have one.

Guilty Pleasure: Elsa x other Disney Princesses. I used to like the idea of Merida and Elsa, but since I realised that Merida is still around 16 in the film and Elsa 21-24 in the films, I’m not sure. I’m not a big fan of having to age up characters from canon to “make it work”. So yeah, any Disney girl around Elsa’s age would be sweet.

Pairing I Hate: Elsa or Anna shipped with family members/people a lot older than them/people that tried to murder them. They deserve better than that.

Elsa says “no” lol.

-

Thanks so much for the ask! <3

#frozen ask #ask game #ask meme #my answer #frozen fandom #frozen ships #fairyfaraway #thanks i'm trying to distract myself rn #long post

[ericmicael]

CONVERSATION WITH YELANA AND KRISTANNA’S WEDDING

This is a post with my opinions on two of the topics I consider most important for the future of Frozen... if the franchise has a future and stops running on its own axis like recent comics.

1 - CONVERSATION WITH YELANA: one of the things that bothered me the most about F2, even more after reading “Dangerous Secrets”, was how underutilized Yelana was. As I said before and I will avoid repeating myself I believe that Honeymaren took on a large part of the role that Yelana should be. The logic should have been for leader Northuldra to have that scarf conversation with Elsa, but the Snow Queen preferred the pretty girl and I won't judge her. Yelana lived with Iduna, lived in the days when the spirits were peaceful, has some opinions about Runeard, and obviously has more knowledge about the Fifth Spirit than any other Northaldra alive. Although it's a somewhat controversial subject, I wanted Elsa and Anna to learn their mother's culture and I think Yelana can be a good teacher. And the main thing is that I don't want at some point the phrase “Elsa learned everything she needed to know in Ahtohallan” appears, for me it will be very disappointing if that happens.

HOW IT SHOULD HAPPEN: in a book. It may seem ironic that I wanted one of the topics I consider critical to the franchise to be covered in a less popular medium, but I'm just being realistic. The kids don't care about the subject and I bet they would complain if they had more time on these topics in F2 or an F3. In a book they might even make Yelana meet Sorenson (the scientist from “Forest of Shadows”) and this is a meeting I want to see. The plot may focus entirely on mythology and perhaps even introduce a new monster as an opponent to make the plot more focused.

2 - KRISTANNA’S WEDDING: this is an event that will happen at some point, but for me what we should focus on is how important it will be when that happens. A romantic relationship cannot be the focus of the franchise, romance is a tertiary issue in Frozen and should remain so. And to be honest, this is one of the reasons why I like the couple KristAnna and the ship ElsaMaren, Kristoff and Honeymaren are simple characters, they don't need a plot focused on them, give them both a goal and put them as supporters of the sisters when they are far apart and it's fine.

HOW IT SHOULD HAPPEN: in a short film. As I said before, this event has to have its importance controlled and I believe this is the best way to give the focus that the wedding deserves and without leaving the tone of the franchise. And if it didn't happen like that, but in F3, let it be in the prologue in a scene of at most 10 minutes. And I have to admit that one plot I would like to see developed in the future would be Anna being a mother, I would like to see a scene where Anna repeats the scene from the beginning of F2 with Iduna along with Anna and Elsa, but this time it would be Anna with her kids singing a song or telling a fairy tale that could be up to the time of the creation of “The Snow Queen”, I would find it poetic.

#yelana #kristanna wedding #frozen 2 #Frozen 3