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punkpoemprose · 5 months

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At Your Service- A Kristanna Regency Werewolf AU

Universe: Regency AU/ Werewolf AU

Rating: M (Mature, Moderately descriptive oral sex)

Length: 5029 Words

A/N: I started writing this for @karis-the-fangirl way back in 2019, I apologize for the sheer quantity of plot in this porn.

The Bjorgman family had been in service to the Lord of Arendelle for generations, or at least this was what Anna had always been told. The only Bjorgman that she had ever known was Kristoff, and he’d never really “served” in the traditional sense of the word. Household staff had always been rarely seen outside of their duties, and never heard unless first spoken to, and while Anna’s parents were much less strict toward their staff compared to others (according to the whispers she’d managed to catch from the staff), no one was treated with more familiarity than Kristoff Bjorgman.

Servants didn’t normally attend classes with the family’s private tutor, nor were they often invited to visit the main house, casually, as if they were a guest. Children of servants didn’t normally receive wrapped toys under the tree beside those belonging to the children of the house, and they certainly weren’t welcome to come and go as they pleased from nearly every area of the estate without question.

Sometimes as children, they would play together, but he was a strange child in many ways and was often disinterested in the play that Anna and Elsa engaged in. Mostly he was just the adopted son of the gardener and his wife, Bulda and Cliff Solberg, a boy afforded more familiarity with the lord and lady of the house and their girls than his station called for.

To Anna he was anything but ordinary. She’d always liked him in her youth because of his uncanny ability to be in the right place at the right time, which given the quantity of scrapes he’d managed to free her from, had always made her grateful.

That ability to show up just when he was needed was how he served Anna and how he’d served her since their youth days. The first instance she could recall had been when she’d been five. She’d climbed a tree, and each time she’d glanced at the grass below she’d found that she’d been too afraid to climb back down. Elsa, in her sickness, had been no help, simply watching her sister from her bedroom window in a sorrowful sort of defeat. Anna hadn’t been able to hear a word she’d seen her sister’s mouth make that day, but she’d heard enough “sorry Anna”s by that age to know that her sister’s helplessness was something that she felt great remorse for, despite being unable to control it.

Kristoff had found her though, even though she hadn’t made a peep and had been hidden among the leaves in her green dress. She’d known that he hadn’t been told where she was because Elsa had been the only one to see her, from the window, climbing into the tree and Kristoff had found her from the opposite side of the estate.

He’d climbed up to her and helped her make her way down for supper, saving her the sort of concern from the adults in the household that would have only served to further limit her freedom.

While her nursemaid had been none too pleased, both with her ward’s naughtiness in disappearing for close to an hour and for the disheveled appearance she’d reappeared in, she’d been spared any kind of real punishment and hasn’t missed the chocolate cake that had been served as dessert.

When she turned eight, her mother and father had purchased her the half-wild mare she’d desired since word from town first came about the beautiful creature that a local innkeeper had claimed as payment for the room and board of some duke’s fifth son, a disreputable sort of cad with twelve other brothers, the youngest being just a few years older than Anna herself. He hadn’t wanted to pay and one of her father’s men of business had been dispatched to deal with the whole business as a favor to the kindly innkeeper who was the son of one of Lord Arendelle’s tenant farmers.

They’d always had difficulty in denying Anna her whims, likely because they were so limited in their ability to spend time with her and for the guilt that her sister’s illness frequently disallowed play. They’d agreed to Anna’s ownership of the horse, of course, on the condition that one of the grooms they employed would train the creature and that she would not go near it until it was well and thoroughly broken.

Anna had, of course, as her age and manner demanded, snuck out the night it arrived. Her bare feet had been shoved into her riding boots and she’d tossed her mother’s shawl over her night dress before she’d moved across the grounds by starlight. She’d crept along like a ghost, moving like a ghost in the dark, fearing that if she had lit a lantern or candle to aid in her crossing that she would have been seen and subsequently caught.

She’d stumbled a bit as she made her way to the stables, tripping on unseen patches of uneven earth on the lawn that were easily traversable by day, but terrifyingly hazardous by night.

Slipping into the stables had been far simpler than making the crossing as the enclosed space, still unlit, was familiar enough to her by touch that she had been able to traverse it blindfolded with only her pinky finger for a guide, while hopping on one leg.

Her mother had always been strangely attuned to nature for a woman of her station, helping her husband frequently when making decisions relating to the estate’s grounds and those tenant farmers who tended to them. That she was an equestrian and encouraged the same for both of her daughters, even Elsa for whom it was excellent exercise for her weak lungs, was a surprise to no one who knew her. From the tender age of five, when she’d been given her first pony, Anna had well earned her familiarity with the stables, and it had often served her well on her evening extracurricular visits.

She’d been overconfident that night though. She’d climbed into the stall of her new horse, expecting fully to simply lock eyes with the beast and find the understanding there required for her to ride him bareback in the moonlight. She’d been imagining it for the whole day and felt thoroughly prepared for the dream scenario.

She had wanted to prove, once and for all, that she was much more grown-up, intelligent, and talented than anyone gave her credit for. She’d been ready to do just about anything on that night other than stumble backwards into the wood of the stall as the horse spooked at her presence before him. She hadn’t been prepared for the horse, as was its nature, to lash out with his hooves.

Anna had only just opened her mouth to scream, when a growling sound came from behind her, which caused the horse to shy away from her and back toward the opposite end of its stall. This had the fortunate side effect of leaving Anna herself blessedly unmarred.

She had been both pleased and utterly unsurprised when Kristoff unlocked the stable door, pulled her back out of the space and said something under his voice that seemed to tentatively calm the horse.

She’d heard the gate relatch and he’d effortlessly captured her hand, led her through the dark as if it were day, and brought her out into the moon and star lit yard where she’d been able to see him for the first time properly in the light of that evening.

The look in his eye had been almost feral, but she hadn’t been frightened by it. She’d known by sound, by touch, that it had been Kristoff that had rescued her all along. She’d been familiar enough with him for years by that time to know when he was around, and when she’d looked at him in the light of the three quarters moon, she’d sighed in appreciative relief and promised him cookies from the kitchen if he didn’t tell anyone what she’d done.

The feral look in his eye never left, even when he’d nodded in agreement that he wouldn’t tattle. Kristoff always had something a little wild in his eye, and while he was grumpy and standoffish at times, Anna returned to her bed and slept easy knowing that the older child was always kind, gentle, and above all else, true to his word.

When she was twelve, there’d been a terrible winter storm that had made roads impassable. She remembered being glad for it because it meant that Kristoff, who was meant to be going into town with his adopted father, as the often did, would not be able to go as scheduled and could instead join them at Elsa’s fifteenth birthday dinner.

He hadn’t come though. She’d been disappointed for Elsa, for whom she and Kristoff were the closest thing she had to actual friends. Elsa hadn’t seemed upset with him for not attending and that had annoyed Anna a bit.

She’d grown closer to Kristoff as they’d aged and while he mostly kept to himself, he never seemed to mind when Anna came to watch him work, or when she came just to talk. That she’d begun to develop a small crush on him at the time had been completely unrelated to her disappointment of course, of so she’d told herself.

The dinner had been boring if not a bit somber. Her parents had seemed to be horribly distracted through the whole affair, and Elsa had later chalked it up to the terribly howling sounds outside the window. Anna had attributed it to the wind, but Elsa had, almost absent mindedly said that it hadn’t been the wind at all. She’d refused to elaborate, even when Anna had begged.

Her parents had been gone for three years.

Anna was eighteen, just hours short of nineteen, and was anxiously waiting for some extended relative or another to reach out and offer her an introduction to the ton. Her several times distant cousin Owen and his wife should be the ones to do so, given that upon their father’s death the title of Lord Arendelle fell to him, but she doubted that either would be willing. He was still rather displeased about his lot in life as her father’s crafty will writing had meant that while the girls could not, by unfortunate and archaic law, gain his title, their home and his businesses had passed fully to their shared ownership after the accident.

The slight had left her listless. Elsa had never been introduced due to her health, and after an extended mourning and legal ordeal, she had not been willing to seek out such an additional responsibility. Elsa, at one and twenty, was not yet a spinster, but she was certainly intending to become one and though Anna could not imagine what it would be like to meet and marry a man at court, she’d always longed for a family of her own.

For many years she’d been sure of who she’d wanted to achieve that with.

Kristoff had been so good to them since their father’s passing. He was no longer the small wild eyed sometimes-playmate of her youth but was now a strongly built and handsome man. He’d been a man for some time, but his dedication to the Arendelle family hadn’t changed when the title of lord had passed, and even when his own adoptive parents had retired and moved to a small cottage in the hills, he’d stayed. His official employment at the estate was stablemaster, but he’d never been a traditional servant, and he certainly wasn’t now either.

He'd helped Elsa learn the physical sides of the family’s business, shown her to the tenant farms and explained the ways of the earth around them in ways that no tutor, nor their father, could have ever prepared them for. He was a better help than any man of business had been so far, and Anna knew that he never looked down on Elsa’s ability to be head of household just because she was a woman. Many others were not so kind, and tried and failed to take advantage of Elsa.

Beyond that, he’d been in and out of Anna’s life for the past year in a deeply confusing manner that had brought her both profound joy and immense heartbreak.

She’d always been half in love with Kristoff and he’d always been patient and kind with her. For the past year she’d often sought him out, her obligations to the family business being far less involved than Elsa’s which often left her with the time to darken his doorstep with her boredom.

Sometimes they’d talked. Sometimes she’d read to him while he’d tended to the horses. Sometimes he’d brushed an out of place lock of hair from her eyes and sometimes she’d slipped her hand into his and he’d held it. Sometimes she’d watched from the window of her bedroom, on nights he was meant to be away, and saw him enter the storage shed in the field and not leave for hours.

“Leave it alone Anna,” Elsa had said when Anna had told her about Kristoff’s seemingly monthly nighttime sojourns into the shed.

She frankly should have known that Anna never left anything alone.

She’d kissed Kristoff in the hayloft. She’d pressed herself to him and he’d held her close, kissing her softly at first, and then with intensity as they’d backed into the wooden wall together. He’d growled into her mouth, lifted her, and turned so that she’d been against the wall. Her legs had spread easily for him and he’d kissed her like a man starved while she bemoaned the length of her skirts and the manner in which the fabric of their clothes separated them. She’d wanted to simply tear them off, propriety be danmed, but that was the last thought she’d had before he’d stopped, set her on her feet, and walked away and down the ladder.

She’d hardly seen him since.

When she’d noticed him walking to the shed, she couldn’t help herself but to follow.

They needed to talk and she was not about to start leaving well enough alone now. She’d spent long enough trying to not care about his monthly disappearances.

She waited until he was in the shed, but she couldn’t quite wait until the sun had fully set, not wanting to trip around in the dark, and not wanting to bring a lantern to alert anyone of her late night excursions even though she could go where she pleased.

He jumped in surprise when the door opened and Anna, for her part, was as shocked by his appearance as she was by hers.

Kristoff, her friend, the man she’d been imagining herself marrying for well over a year, was naked as the day he was born. That in and of itself was enough of a shock. She’d seen him without a shirt before, but this was entirely different and far more uncomfortable because she hadn’t accidentally walked in on him bathing, she’d found him naked, chained by the wrists and ankles to a sturdy metal bracket that was bolted into the wall of the shed.

“Kristoff, oh my God!”

She crossed the small space in a few hurried steps, reaching her hands toward the sturdy metal around his wrists, reeling again with shock when he thrust his hands out toward her asking her to stop. She noticed the key in his hand before she forced her feet to halt.

“Anna, you need to go.”

She blinked, her heart racing and her mind moving far too slowly to understand any of what was before her.

“Who?”

She couldn’t get the question out of her mouth in its full form because she’d noticed something else.

Neatly folded on the top of a wooden box, she found his clothes, and on the wooden walls around the space he was chained, she saw scratch marks, deep, old scratch marks.

“Anna, you need to go!”

He repeated the instruction, this time more forcefully, a terror in his eyes that was so like the wildness he’d shown as a child, Anna was enthralled by it.

She could hear his words just fine. She knew what the command was, but she wasn’t sure why she couldn’t follow it. Maybe it was the shock, maybe it was because she truly couldn’t leave well enough alone, and needed to figure out what exactly she’d walked into before she allowed her brain and body to follow a different command.

The key in his hands caught her eye again.

“Who chained you Kristoff? Why aren’t you using that key?”

He growled in frustration, and Anna swore she saw his lip curl, almost like a dog.

“I did Anna. I did because I need to be… I can’t explain… Anna, you need to go. Run!”

His voice sounded deeper when he spoke, and she was, for a split second, afraid.

“I’m not going to leave you here, chained to a wall, without an explanation Kristoff. Is this what you do every month? Why?”

The unspoken question was why this, when taking a tumble in the hayloft is evidently too strange and uncomfortable to go through with.

He shook his head and seemed to realize that there was little he could say to make her leave. He had always been good at understanding that she was hard to stop when she got something in her head. She supposed that’s why he’d always been around to help her out of the situations that she got herself into rather than being around to try to stop her from getting into trouble in the first place.

“Please Anna, the sun is setting, the moon…”

“I don’t care Kristoff, I’ve been walking across the lawn in the dark since the first time I tried sneaking out on my own, you know that isn’t going to be enough to send me insi…” she didn’t finish because he grimaced, clearly in pain as he fell to his knees onto the dirt floor.

“Please, Anna… I can’t protect you from me. I’m trying but I…” his words were likewise cut off by a snarl of pain that seemed far too animal to come from his throat.

She fell to her knees in return, ignoring his protests and all put crawling across the floor to get to him.

He threw the key across the room, clearly panicked, but she knew as it sailed past her, that he wasn’t throwing it at her. He was tossing it away from himself. Anna swore that when he gritted his teeth, his canines were sharp.

“You don’t have to protect me from you Kristoff. I don’t know what’s going on here, but if this is some kind of twisted self-discipline for what happened in the hayloft… please don’t, I’m sorry if I didn’t understand but…”

“No, Anna, you don’t…”

He cried in pain again, his hands going to the dirt floor and scratching up large fistfuls of the Earth, his nails, like his teeth, appearing longer and sharper.

She was starting to feel afraid, but she knew that what she’d said was true. He didn’t need to protect her from him.

“You’d never hurt me Kristoff, but you’re hurting, please let me help… I’m scared.”

Her hands were shaking when she reached toward him, her hands settling atop his on the floor, her trembling fingers trying their hardest to trace soothing paths across the back of his hands that were far hairier than she recalled them being.

“Anna, I can’t promise when I’m like this,” he growled, “I can’t promise I won’t hurt you, I can’t promise I won’t take what I want.”

She didn’t understand, not fully, but something in her, despite her fear, softened at his words. He sounded even more scared than she was, but his fear was misplaced.

“You wouldn’t hurt me, you couldn’t Kristoff, not in any way that matters because you…” she shook her head, trying to find words that made sense despite the situation not making any.

“You could never take from me what I wouldn’t freely give.”

His back arched and the pained sounds crescendoed as his hands released the dirt and lightning quick, pulled her by her waist across the floor and toward him.

She was dully aware of the sounds of clattering chains when her eyes went up to meet his. Normally brown, his eyes had gone gold, his face was his and not because she knew in her racing heart that the wolf baring its teeth at her was Kristoff.

The rest of the change was only peripherally comprehensible to her. His nakedness was covered by hair and she could feel it warm and soft against her hands in the place they’d landed when she’d been forcefully pinned to his body. His hands were gripping her hips, his nails digging into her skin uncomfortably, but not painfully.

“I would take everything Anna.”

His voice was his own, spoken deep and rough from his wolf mouth. It was meant as a threat. She could feel his grip on her slacken as he said it, the control he seemed to believe he didn’t posses rearing its head, allowing her time to run now that she could understand the situation more clearly.

“I would give everything Kristoff.”

She hadn’t needed to think about it. Her heart was still racing with adrenaline, but despite the instinctual fear she felt, she knew she was safe.

“You can’t… You can’t say that, I won’t be able to…” “So don’t,” she interrupted, “Don’t stop yourself. Don’t make me think that I’ve imagined this… don’t make me wonder if you want me again.”

Kristoff was a werewolf. She was beginning to understand the nights away now. She understood why her mother had uncomfortably read them werewolf stories from her family’s handwritten folktales.

The growls he made were pained in a different way as he pulled her close again, his hands, large and clawed, pulling so hard on the outer skirts of her dress that she heard the fabric tearing.

“I want you Kristoff… just let go.”

He did as he was told, releasing her.

She nearly told him that it wasn’t what she meant, when he captured her again, pulling her with him as close to the wall where he was chained as he could manage to get, allowing his limbs the most range of motion possible.

“I don’t want to take you like this Anna,” he growled, “I don’t want the wolf to taste you first.”

Anna felt hot all over, he’d nestled her onto his lap and she could feel the press of his cock against her thigh. “Taste?” She leaned in close to his face and tried to imagine how he’d manage such a feat the way he was changed. She thought it would be hard enough to kiss him properly like this, let alone with the intensity that had him tasting her mouth in the hayloft.

“Your cunt Anna.”

“Oh.”

She felt like she couldn’t breathe. She’d wanted sex in the hayloft. She’d wanted him to claim her. She’d wanted him so badly it hurt.

Now the roles were reversed and she let her lashes flutter closed, picturing what that might be like with him, with him like this.

“I want your scent all over me, smells so good. You’re already wet, I know you are.”

It was true. She wondered if it was wrong that she wanted it, that she wanted such a thing with him when he was like this. She loved him, and she wanted him, and she would have him any way he would allow her to. That felt like it was reason enough for it to be right.

“Okay.”

He growled and it was the end of her skirts.

They fluttered around her in tatters when he pressed forward and laid her onto the dirt floor, one large arm beneath her for support before it shifted to lifting her hips, demonstrating to her more clearly than anything else, that this was her Kristoff, and he wouldn’t let her fall.

His other hand was busying itself making ribbons of her undergarments, and she was grateful that she hadn’t worn anything she thought of as a favorite item.

“You have to tell me to stop if you want me to stop, hell you might have to run. I’ll try not to chase.”

His voice was even more animal when he spoke of chasing her. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t stop,” she told him, “I want this. Don’t be sorry, just promise me you won’t hate yourself in the morning.”

“How could I ever hate myself for this?”

He adjusted their positions slightly and ducked his head to her raised thighs.

Sharp teeth nipped at her inner thighs, but she knew that despite that animal urge to mark her, to maybe even make her like him, he wouldn’t hurt her. There was an almost pleasant sensation of dull scraping as he nipped her thighs, and she cried out when his snout rubbed against her.

He gave little warning, only animal groans, when he started his work.

His tongue was large and rough as he pressed it to her folds, his nose rubbing her clit and making her shout with pleasure.

“Kristoff, god, yes!”

Spurred on by her enthusiasm, he licked and sucked and rubbed with relish.

It was so much better than anything she could have imagined on her own. It was better than how it had felt to touch herself for sure, and while she was still getting used to seeing Kristoff in such a changed state, she was able to let her eyes flutter closed and trust that he would make her feel good.

She was almost embarrassed by how quickly her pleasure built, how easy it was for him to wring it from her with just the right combination of tongue and teeth.

He lapped at her appreciatively, growling and nuzzling at her thighs until finally the beast in him seemed calmed.

She laid on him, his body insulating hers from the floor because she wasn’t going anywhere in her tattered dress and she didn’t want him to let go of her for even a moment. His form was different, but the way he held her protectively and kept her warm was exactly what she knew to expect from her Kristoff.

He’d seemed jumpy for a few minutes after she’d come for him, but she suspected that it had been a product of his restraint and form fighting for control of his cock. She wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to, but she thought that maybe it would be best to work through this situation before she told him to fuck her against the wall. “Anna, I… I’m sorry I’ve…”

She shook her head, sated and sleepy against his chest.

“You’re not allowed to be sorry for that Kristoff. It would be like apologizing for giving me a gift.”

The wolf in him was at least somewhat sated and the need in her was as well… unless of course he was offering her another orgasm.

“Anna, I’ve ruined you.”

She nearly laughed, but thought better of it.

“Kristoff I’ve been ruined for other men since you decided to stay when your parents left service last year. I don’t want anyone else, I want you… and now even more. You’ve been suffering alone with this for so long and I want so badly to make sure you never are alone like that ever again.”

She remembered the sounds of a crying wolf that often featured in her childhood nights. She so badly wished that she had known sooner, so that she could have been a friend for him then.

“I almost broke the chains last month… since you started giving me your attentions it’s been nearly impossible not to run up to the house and break down every door between us. I thought I would be worse this time because of how close we had come in the stable, but without the chase I had a little more control.”

“Why was it only close in the stable?”

His hands, sharp nails and all, were gentle on her back, tracing small shapes through the remaining fabric even as his arms held her tightly to him.

“Because you deserve better than a stable boy for a husband and I knew that if I took an inch I’d take a mile.”

She thought of how she’d seen him naked when she’d first walked in and she wasn’t sure how many inches she would have been able to take of him, let alone how many inches he had to offer like this, but she was excited to find out someday. He could have her for every mile he wanted.

“I don’t deserve the stable master I want as a husband,” she corrected, “but if he’s willing to take less than he deserves, he can take me for that tumble in the hayloft tomorrow.”

He scoffed and despite her feeling somewhat certain that he wouldn’t be back to his usual self until the morning, he sounded a little more like his usual self already.

“You deserve more than a tumble Anna… I want to do more than just fuck you, and I want to do it someplace much nicer than a hayloft.”

“Frankly,” she said, nuzzling into his chest, feeling both like they’d done this all a bit out of order, and like this was the most perfect thing she’d ever done. “As long as it’s with you I don’t even mind the shed.”

He laughed and she begrudgingly removed herself from his hold.

“I’m going to look for that key. I think we’re not going to need it anymore.”

“Just move slowly,” he said, sitting up, “I’m a little worried that I won’t be so gentle if you run.”

Anna found, despite the newness and strangeness to this situation, that sometime soon, she would very much like to run. She thought, even more so, that she’d like to see what would happen once she was caught.

#kristanna #frozen fanfiction #werewolf au #regency au #no proofreading we die like men

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jomiddlemarch · 11 months

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bright young women

“So, as you and I are hazelnuts and rye, managing the treaty shan’t be any great shakes, no matter what Kristoff says about the need for unanimity among the thanes, that’s just his troll heritage talking, they can be so dreadfully dark, you can’t imagine,” Anna, the Queen of Arendelle and wife to Kristoff, Lord Tyholmen, said in a cheerfully airy fashion that suggested Eric would completely understand her and be in total agreement. Ariel was halfway across the banqueting room, quite engrossed in her own conversation with the Queen’s sister, and thus couldn’t possibly help Eric out of what might become an international debacle.

“Ma’am?”

It was best to be careful, the diplomatic relationship between his home and Arendelle quite new and therefore tenuous, the chance of saying or doing something the northerners would find offensive elevated, despite the Queen’s bright smile and almost casual posture; she was dressed very formally, her chestnut hair elaborately braided and bejeweled. It would be rude to tell her directly that she wasn’t making any sense whatsoever.

“I haven’t said something wrong, have I? I only thought we, you and I, we might simplify the situation, between us if you will, and then we all might enjoy the festivities more and you must try the chocolate laskiaispulla, they usually have vanilla cream but the pastry chef does indulge me,” she said, the words all in a rush and a little furrow appearing on her brow. Ariel had a similar expression when confronted with aspects of human culture she found baffling, though not all were as delightful to explain to her as garters and the difference between the actual silk ribbons and the courtly Order thereof.

“I’m afraid I am not exactly following you, ma’am,” he said. The furrow grew deeper. Her tall and somewhat burly husband glanced over at them as if he had a preternatural sense that his wife was in some distress and he was deciding whether he needed to intervene. Eric inclined his head in a noticeable show of deference and the other man turned back to his own conversation with Grimsby and a senior trade official Eric always referred to as Minister Moneybags when recounting dull meetings with Ariel.

“Won’t you call me Anna? Ma’am is so dreadfully solemn. Fusty. It makes me feel older than the hills and twice as crotchety.”

Eric refrained from asking how hills could ever be crotchety, as he was beginning to get a sense of her rather exuberant self-expression. His own mother would have frowned such frivolity out of him if he’d shown any sign of it as a child.

“You are the queen,” Eric said. “It would be improper for me to be so discourteous—”

“But surely it’s not discourteous if I’ve invited you to call me Anna,” she countered quickly. “Surely it’s more discourteous to refuse to call the reigning monarch of the country with whom you are trying to broker a comprehensive trade and cultural exchange treaty the name she insists upon. Especially she is a queen and you are still the heir-apparent to your monarch.”

“If you insist,” he said, nodding slightly. “Anna, I cannot say I’ve understood a word you’ve said starting with hazelnuts.”

“Hazelnuts and rye? Ginger biscuit and mead?” Anna said.

“Is this part of the evening’s menu?” Eric hazarded. It wouldn’t make her earlier remark make any more sense but they were miles away from that.

“Yin and yang? That’s from Cathay, though, you mayn’t have come across them yet in your travels,” Anna said.

“I am familiar with the empire,” Eric said. “But not the phrase.”

“It means opposite forces that are bound together in balance,” Anna explained. “That’s you and me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You don’t beg, you’re a prince,” Anna corrected. “But I am making a hash of this, aren’t I?”

“I will decline to comment,” Eric said and smiled.

“You said that with such a perfect degree of regal aplomb, it’s really impressive. You’ve been very well-trained to be a king, I can tell,” Anna said. “Me, not so much, I’m afraid. But that’s what I’m talking about, how we’re hazelnuts and rye— you lost your parents in a shipwreck and so did I, except losing yours made you a king where you never would have been one and losing mine just happened earlier than anyone would have expected and I wouldn’t have been the queen except for Elsa turning out to be otherwise disposed.”

Otherwise disposed was a curious way of summarizing the discovery that her sister and queen was in large part or entirely a supernatural being who held the ethereal powers governing this region of the world in check, if Eric had understood General Mattias properly, but it was frankly not the most intriguing comment she had made.

“I’m not sure how that makes us opposite forces in balance,” Eric said.

“Well, we’ve both suffered and ascended because of shipwrecks, so there’s that,” Anna said. She paused and cocked her head to one side, then tapped one beringed finger on her lips. If they both weren’t happily married, she would have set matchmakers talking across the globe, but as it was, she only appeared perplexed, much the way Ariel was when confronted with a draisienne. “You may be right that the parallel doesn’t entirely hold, but you know what it is to lose the people you love most to forces you couldn’t begin to hold accountable. To be left behind and then left to carry on and lead everyone, when maybe you just wanted to do something else entirely. Maybe you wanted to become a cheesemonger and I could have become a dentist.”

“I can assure you, I never longed to become a cheesemonger,” Eric said. He’d never thought to have such a conversation, touching upon the deepest grief of his life while also entertaining an alternate future where he’d had a dairy and was an expert on Cheddar and Nagelkass.

“It’s fun to say though, isn’t it? Cheesemonger. Fishmonger too, but cheese is more fun than fish and no one gets hurt, which is probably more relevant to you now given Lady Ariel’s childhood friends,” Anna said. She swirled the wine around in the glass she held. She’d hardly had a sip the whole time; nothing she said could be chalked up to tipsiness.

“If you’ll forgive me, this is the most peculiar conversation, Anna,” Eric said.

She grinned at him then and he suspected that if she hadn’t been holding the wineglass, she would have clapped her hands most gleefully.

“That’s what I mean! That’s why at the end of the day, we’ll let all the diplomats and stuff old thanes and avocats fuss with the documents, but we’ll sign them and it’ll be a bright tomorrow for our two nations and you can tell me how you’ve coped with the fact that your first parents died in a storm that Lady Ariel’s father had to be responsible for and you got adopted by a king and queen instead of rock trolls like Kristoff did or just an ordinary couple and also whether breadfruit is more like bread or fruit and whether it’s better than both and also chocolate,” Anna said.

“Also chocolate?” He saw how she centered the most important and painful remark within giddy charm, allowing him to hear her while giving him an easy question to answer. Giving him time to mull over what she’d said and come back to it how and when and if he would. It would not do to underestimate her leadership, nor the value of her friendship.

“Whether breadfruit is better than bread, fruit, and chocolate. I mean it’s impossible that it’s better than chocolate but I need to keep an open mind and Kristoff will scold me if I don’t, well, he won’t scold but he’ll give me this serious look he has and I’ll feel all wizened, like a turnip forgotten in the root cellar,” Anna said. Eric thought briefly of what his mother Queen Selina was like in her private sitting room and what little he knew of Ariel’s sisters and was confident that there was no reigning queen like Anna I of Arendelle. And that was without considering the rock troll relations, though it seems she’d married into them and he grasped how little control or influence one could have over or with one’s in-laws.

“Chocolate is better than breadfruit, let’s begin there,” Eric said. “I hope we can both sign the treaty, that they don’t all muck it up, because I’d very much like to be in league with you, Queen Anna, well before I become King Eric Janus II.”

“Eric Janus II?” Now, she scrunched up her face as if he’d told her turnips and breadfruit would replace all the world’s supply of chocolate.

“Yes, I know,” Eric said. “It’s a lot. I have to add Klaas and Amaury and Bohemond when I ascend the throne.”

“That’s a mouthful,” Anna said. “Unless it sounds better in your native language—”

“It doesn’t,” Eric said.

“I’ll call you nothing but Eric then, if you prefer it,” Anna offered as her broad-shouldered, blond husband joined them, giving her a glance Eric would not have recognized before his own marriage, one that questioned and chided in equal measure, one Ariel was wont to give him when he cautioned her about swimming alongside their ship or staying up late to read to what she said was only the end of the chapter.

“You needn’t glare, Kristoff, the Prince and I understand each other perfectly,” Anna said. “Your precious treaty isn’t in any danger. Quite the contrary—”

“It’s not my precious treaty and I wasn’t glaring,” he said. He seemed ill-at-ease in his uniform in the grandly appointed room as he hadn’t when they’d gone out for a drive into the royal parkland and woods, his fine silks and velvets traded for a well-worn leather coat and a dusty pair of boots, a red kerchief knotted at his throat. “The ambassadors and the diplomatic corps from both nations have been working to deliver an agreement mutually beneficial, with particular attention to the ramifications of an allegiance and the power balance of the Silver Crescent.”

“I beg you not to explain about the judicial reforms going before the council and the need for a winter by-election. I positively beg you,” Anna said, taking her husband’s hand, and then smiling at Eric. “Kristoff, Lord Tyholmen that is, has very strong convictions about necessary modifications to the monarchy and the guildsmen but there’s a time and place and the dancing is about to begin.”

“Then, if you would grant me the great favor, I would be honored to open the first waltz with you, Anna,” Eric said, bowing smartly and extending his hand.

“Drat, I was supposed to ask you and not sidle around it. I wasn’t purposefully sidling,” Anna said. Kristoff smiled and lifted her hand to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “Kristoff, you know we’ll have the lihkadus and the last waltz—”

“I’m not upset, Anna,” Kristoff said. “And I don’t think Prince Eric is either, even if he isn’t dancing with Lady Ariel at the moment.”

“Lord Tyholmen is correct,” Eric said. “I understood—you and I, Anna, we’re bake and shark, ackee and saltfish, aren’t we?”

“I suppose we must be,” Anna said. “Though I’ll need a complete explanation and that will include whether I am the bake or the shark. I hardly know which is more daunting! Perhaps I should ask Lady Ariel—"

“It’s always the shark, Anna,” Kristoff said, winking at Eric. “You don’t need to be a mermaid to know that.”

#the little mermaid 2023 #frozen 2 #the little mermaid x frozen 2 AU crossover #disney crossover AU #prince eric #queen anna #kristoff #ariel #elsa #kristanna #ariel/eric #shipwrecks #orphans #diplomatic relations #humor #romance #fericita-s #working in some of my headcanons #family

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meltthefrozenheart · 1 year

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FROZEN 2 about "Get This Right" and Kristanna: "It took their relationship to a different place. It also took away from the Anna-Elsa story too much." - Chris Buck

And why it could be very useful and important for the future:

I believe it's quite important to consider how Jennifer Lee and Chris Buck had to completly sacrifice Anna & Kristoff original arc in order for their romance to not take away from the sisters relationship and journey.

Ironicaly, the 1st Frozen litteraly put romance easily under the spotlight because Anna & Elsa were emotionally distant from each other, and Anna saw her "salvation" in a idealized love story with an handsome prince (Hans):

But this is also meant to reflect of Frozen 2 follows Elsa's narrative, where romance doesn't have the importance it has for Anna in F1, focusing entirely on facing the dangers and saving the day.

In the original drafts, "Get This Right" was clearly meant to directly parallel "Love Is An Open Door", showing how Kristoff deeply struggled to express his (sincer) feelings (without Sven being there for support), afraid to mess things also because he's been given the title of "Lord". But the song it's also important because it proves how Anna is an amazing girlfriend, wanting to leave him the space he needs and supporting him in expressing his feeling, giving him the security he deserves, at the point that she's the one that actually proposes to him, and from there, "Get This Right" moves from a Kristoff's solo, to a duet between him and Anna:

Plus, the song was then meant to end with a Olaf's joke directly referecing to Hans: "Aw! Hey, what you think the odds are that he turns out to be a deranged murderer and tries to kill you like the last guy she almost married did?"

Considering the story the movie gives us, Frozen 2 decides to leave Kristanna behind because the central romantic line doesn't come from Anna's present, but from her parents past, so reconnecting directly to herself and, most importantly, Elsa and her powers:

In many ways, instead of giving a much more definitive dynamic to Anna & Kristoff relationship, watching Kristoff singing "Lost In The Woods", admitting to himself how important Anna, is an important next step on his part, allowing to focus on helping Anna the moment she needed him the most, prove to her that he perfectly understands why she behaved like she did and finally getting the right moment propose to her:

But this also means that Anna's side of the relationship still remains uncomplete, because, as said before, rewriting their arc to limit the romance and using "Lost In The Woods", Anna appaeres more in the wrong (even if she's perfectly understandable) even compared to the original version, where Kristoff's himself was so afraid to let her down, that he was hiding how unconfourtable he felt at Arendelle, causing a temporary break up between them.

Yeah, in the final version, Anna's assures Kristoff that she doesn't truely care about seeing him wearing formal clothing ("I prefer you in leather anyway"), but this doesn't change that, deep down, she's still troubled by her experience with Hans, and Kristoff himself is now engaged to the Queen of Arendelle, and imagine how difficoult would be for him to truely adapt to that kind of life.

All of this is important because it ws willingly left the door wide open for a new story where Kristanna could get much more space, not only thanks to the engagement (maybe the wedding itself, or just the preparations), but also because Anna & Elsa have found their purposes in life, there can be a balance in their story that neither Frozen, nor Frozen 2 had for their arc as sisters.

Most importantly, Frozen still remains a franchise that subverts the tropes, and an entire movie allowed to "play" with Anna & Kristoff already engaged from the first minute seems quite perfect, considering the series of events they have behind them, but also what they've learned from their adventure in the Enchanted Forest.

#Frozen 2 #Kristanna #Anna #Kristoff #Princess Anna #Anna and Kristoff #Elsa #Queen Elsa #Queen Anna #Olaf #Sven #Hans #Prince Hans #Arendelle #Enchanted Forest #Frozen 3

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reiignonme · 6 months

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🧊 BJORN BJORGMAN STARTER CALL!!

OC son of Queen Anna of Arendelle & Lord Kristoff of Arendelle, younger brother of Katja.

FANDOM: Disney / Frozen / Disney Descendants. CROSSOVERS: possible. PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS: possible. SHIPPING: open / bisexual. MOST WANTED CONNECTIONS: Queen Anna, Kristoff Bjorgman, Elsa.

do not reblog my starter calls. personals do not interact.

#indie disney descendants rp #indie disney rp #indie frozen rp #indie oc rp #indie fantasy rp #👑 𝐎𝐎𝐂 ——— starter call.

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pr · 1 year

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Rules: put your library on shuffle and post the first ten songs. Then tag 10 people

tagged by the girlies @kimberly-wexler @godofsmallthings

1. Exile - Bonus Track by Loveless

2. Hallelujah by Paramore

3. Red (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

4. listen before i go by Billie Eilish

5. marjorie by Taylor Swift

6. Liability by Lorde

7. I'd Do Anything by Simple Plan

8. The Way I Loved You (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

9. The Night They Invented Champagne by Seth MacFarlane

10. (Don't Fear) The Reaper by Blue Öyster Cult

tagging anyone who reads this and wants to do it, and tag me in your post so i can see! but also specifically @lord-kristoff-of-arendelle @grizzlybairparty @meduseld @indistinctmumblings @teenagecriminalmastermind

#this was not as chaotic as i was hoping not even one markiplier song or my little pony song or hamilton song #op #tagged games

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afterlikefm · 1 year

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ERA UMA VEZ . . .

Anna nunca esperou ser Lady, mas quando Elsa deixou o trono para si, ela teve de aprender na marra. A oportunidade lhe fez entender que a corte nem sempre seria um lugar de magia e romance como via nos livros, e que ela possivelmente seria recheada por intrigas e traições. Por mais que tentasse manter seu conselho longe disso, era difícil evitar quando a corrupção se entranhava mais profundamente em um ou outro lorde. Por sorte, Anna tinha Kristoff ao seu lado, ainda que um tanto simplório demais, mas servia para ouvir suas frustrações ao final do dia e lhe dar um bem-vindo pedaço de chocolate.

No final de seu quinto ano de governo, Anna já havia conseguido estabelecer Arendelle como um dos melhores reinos para se viver em toda Galvadon — muito provavelmente entre os outros continentes também. Apenas então ela aceitou suas tão merecidas férias e visitou as Ilhas Quebradas com Kristoff, onde imediatamente se apaixonou pelos teatros, mais especificamente os musicais.

Vendo os olhos brilhantes da esposa, Kristoff sugeriu uma loucura: que fugissem com a trupe do teatro por algum tempo. Arendelle estava em bom estado e Elsa poderia tomar as rédeas por alguns meses… Já era hora de Anna prestar um pouco de atenção em si mesma. Dez meses depois, Anna voltou com dois bebês em seus braços e com as baterias recarregadas.

Apesar de Elsa demonstrar certa insatisfação, perdoou a irmã após alguns dias, e a atualizou sobre a situação do reino. Voltando ao governo, Anna iniciou o processo de revitalização, desejando expandir a grandeza de Arendelle para os reinos vizinhos na forma de qualquer auxílio necessário. Vez ou outra, dizem que é possível observá-la fugindo com uma máscara no meio da noite, indo se apresentar em algum lugar com Kristoff. O povo finge não saber que é sua rainha, apenas para que ela permaneça feliz.

ESPELHO, ESPELHO MEU . . .

Anna Bjorgman — gênero feminino / 40 - 50 anos / casada / Lady de Arendelle;

Kristoff Bjorgman — gênero masculino / 40 - 50 anos / casado / Lorde de Arendelle;

1º descendente Bjorgman — gênero utp / idade utp / herdeiro do trono / gêmeo do 2º;

2º descendente Bjorgman — gênero utp / idade utp / profissão utp / gêmeo do 1º;

3º descendente Bjorgman — gênero utp / idade utp / profissão utp;

4º descendente Bjorgman — gênero utp / idade utp / profissão utp.

FELIZES PARA SEMPRE?

FAMÍLIA SONNEN — Os avôs de Anna, Elsa e Rapunzel eram irmãos, o que as transformou em primas de segundo grau. Apesar de não terem sido criadas próximas e apenas descobrirem a ligação após alguns anos, Rapunzel e Anna se deram bem imediatamente após se conhecerem. A bem da verdade, foi Anna a responsável por não deixá-la desistir de Corona. Kristoff e Flynn, no final das contas, se deram muito bem também, o que dá margem para vários encontros duplos entre os casais e noites em que seus filhos ficam sozinhos juntos… O que geralmente não dá muito certo.

FAMÍLIA DIMALDONIA — As duas famílias se conheceram durante as gravações de Círculo de Espinhos, onde Naveen carregava o primeiro bebê do casal enquanto Tiana negociava os detalhes do contrato. Nos anos seguintes, os Bjorgman ofereceram o palácio diversas vezes para as férias dos Dimaldonia, assim como já passaram férias extensas no reino à beira mar. A mudança climática representa alguns problemas, mas também novas experiências, e sempre os deixa repletos de boas memórias.

FAMÍLIA KINGSLEIGH — Quando Anna e Kristoff fugiram, foi com a trupe artística de Alice. Por meses, viveram junto às loucuras da mulher e aprenderam suas excentricidades, até mesmo pegando alguns maneirismos para si. Apesar de um pouco mais jovem, ela os acolheu como se fossem um de seus filhos adotivos, cuidando para que estivessem bem alimentados e seguros no final do dia. Ela ainda auxiliou no parto dos gêmeos, demonstrando sensibilidade sem igual durante o momento. Eles perderam o contato, mas Anna e Kristoff ainda lembram com carinho da mulher maluca que lhes deu abrigo e ensinou atuação.

NOTAS DA MODERAÇÃO

CONTOS — Frozen (A Rainha da Neve).

SUGESTÕES DE FCS — Seguindo o primeiro personagem aplicado.

#familia: bjorgman #cnn: sonnen #cnn: dimaldonia #cnn: kingsleigh #atl:skeletons #skeleton:disponível

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tcthinecwnself-a · 1 year

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@thcsevoices said: Ship Bias + Hans

Send ‘Ship Bias’ and I will share up to 5 Ships I have a bias for for my muse!

YEAAHH!! TRASH PRINCE!!!

#1 Anna. Love is an open door babayyYYYY! Disney using their song for ship montages only makes me stronger with every passing day. she CAN FIX HIM!!! i recently reread frozen heart and good lord!!!!

#2 Hilde!! good on you L for making her next on the list! nothing beats a “I hate you” “I hate you more!” smash cut to them making out in the nearest closet. they really are the benefits before the friends part, but I love that about them and I cant wait to see us explore that more!

#3 Elsa! I was such a big Helsa fan when I was a kid, and it’s definitely still stuck around! she can fix him, lowercase. i think it would do him good to have to be stuck around the lady he tried to kill.

#4 Rapunzel! this was a crack ship I had as a kid that i would really like to explore more. I could see him trying to pull a Arendelle like take over with Corona.

#5. Kristoff. Boys. Boys who love the same girl. we love to see it.

#Hans | headcanons |#thcsevoices

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Every month, Queen Anna with her husband, Kristoff, lord Arendelle spend a weekend in the Enchanted Forest at the invitation of her sister, Elsa, the spiritual leader of the Northuldra tribe, where they are always ready to arrange a cozy kota for the Arendellian guests. After a hospitable dinner by the campfire among the Tribe, shared bread with their close friends from Northuldra, young Ryder and Honeymaren, Queen Anna and Lord Kristoff walk through the Forest, go to the shore of the Arenfjord, where the ruins of the former Runeard Dam offer a beautiful view of the Fjord and the western valleys of the Forest. The royal couple especially likes to visit the Forest in autumn, because it always reminds them of those significant days that changed their destiny and the destiny of the whole North.

Her Highness Elsa often joins them, and the royal family enjoy the beauties of Nature and intimate conversations about the news of the Kingdom and Northuldra until the Sunday noon, when their majesties cordially say goodbye to their friends and family and go home in time to return to the city by Monday morning.

#kristanna #drabble

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frzntrx · 2 years

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The Frozen Heart Saga book 1:

The Frosted Diamond part 1

(A/N: yes I’m doing two “bridgerton” sibling love stories at once, I’m making them intertwining in the same year in a sort of love… rhombus? Idk. anyway Loki x Elsa Anna x Kristoff in this??? Hint of Hans because I needed a Lord Berbrooke and yes I know Anna is basically Edwina and Daphne combined in this story plot wise I’m sorry LoL)

Chapter 1: Tis the Season for Elegant Ladies

Elsa stared sadly out the window as she listened to her sister rush down the hall giggling excitedly, “ELSA!!! We MUST make haste!!! We’re going to be late!!! The one who needs primping is ME!!!” She teased as she passed Elsa’s door.

Anna might be excited that she’s to marry… she has hope that love will find a way… but she doesn’t realize how important this alliance could be, Elsa thought.

The kingdom was going broke…

The mines where they mined silver had run out… and Elsa was forced to pawn her little sister as a marriage prospect to nobles of their Allies… including the big one… the Realm of Asgard itself.

As queen of Arendelle,a kingdom in Norway near where the asgardians once ruled Eons ago, she’d be preferable as a marriage candidate… but her secret… her powers that even Anna didn’t know about… that could literally kill someone. Her powers were too volatile. No one could know… the kingdom and her very life could be at stake.

They’d call her a witch… a monster.

So she was better off alone…

Her sister was the only viable option.

So she had to make sure that any suitor Anna took a fancy to was just right… she owed that to the kingdom, and to her sister… she deserved better than being stuck with a frigid distant sister for the rest of their lives.

She needed a love match.

She sighed as she heard her sister who had rushed back to her room next door to her own, as she sang cheerily to herself,

“This is only the beginning of the life that I’ll be living!!! I’m dreaming of a match for love! Just like mama and papa had done! So mama papa if you’re looking down from above”

Elsa winced as she heard her sister trip over the edge of her gown and fall to the floor.

Then she sighed in relief as Anna giggled,

“I’m marrying for love!” Anna finished, and Elsa grimaced.

She needed to find a wealthy suitor for her sister… but she also owed it to her sister to find her a love match…

How was she going to pull this off?

Meanwhile on the other side of the nine realms a very different family was getting ready for the arrival of the two sisters, as well as other hopefuls.

“Thor where is your brother?!?” Queen Frigga asked, it seemed like her beloved son was always disappearing off to some unknown corner to avoid expectations… for someone who claimed he wanted to prove himself to his surly father he sure didn’t make an effort. Or so it seemed to her… Loki confided in her a lot about how his father preferred Thor… and when he realized he wasn’t who he thought he was… it got so much worse. Because then he had a reason WHY Odin doted on their oldest son. And after Thor found a bride the previous season in a young mortal named Jane… it got worse. Because he knew his status as next in line after Thor goes away after Thor and his new wife produced an heir.

At least Hela isn’t here to put the boys in even more turmoil, Frigga thought and winced, then she looked at Thor again.

“If your brother is to be respected as prince of Asgard he must ACT like prince of Asgard and show some responsibility! Thor WHERE is he?!? He promised he’d look for a bride this year!”

Thor shrugged,

“I do not know.”

Frigga groaned.

At the other side of the palace, a pair of lovers had secreted away from the hustle and bustle, and the responsibilities and expectations.

The young woman giggled,

“Just hold me closer now! Our time is running out!”

The young prince laughed,

“Oh Wanda… you know it’s half past nine!”

“Then my love stop the time! Just put it in your pocket and lock it away!” She teased and he smiled gently,

“Wanda you know I cannot stay! My royal duties await!” He frowned sadly, then kissed her forehead,

“So I’ll see you Saturday.”

The young woman sighed,

“Okay.” And then he was gone…

Back at the throne room Frigga sighed with relief as her son approached,

“Loki where were you? We were worried you’d backed out on your promise!”

Odin humphed, and Loki grimaced,

“No of course not mother…”

The ceremony of Frigga and Odin meeting all the marriage candidates was entirely too long and boring…

Once it was finally over Loki needed to get out of the palace and clear his head,

Dark cloud started forming, a crack of Thunder, and he stroked his horse’s neck, soothing it,

“Easy boy… storm coming.”

He had been riding on his black horse in the hills outside the palace towards the woods for about twenty minutes when he was startled by a flash of white, blue and silver rushing by.

He blinked and saw a young lady taking off like a bat out of hell on her white horse.

She had the purple hood of her cape up, so he couldn’t really see what she looked like, but when she turned and looked at him in alarm because she almost ran into him not paying attention all he could see were the most beautiful big blue eyes he had ever seen in his life.

She turned back around and started going even faster down the hill towards the forest,

“Miss are you in trouble?!?”

So he did what any gentleman would do… he followed her to make sure sure she was alright.

But then he saw the small hedge towards the bottom of the hill in front of the forest.

“Ma’am be careful!” He called, but she couldn’t hear him…

She wasn’t going to stop in time!

“WHOA THERE!!!!” He yelled.

And then something amazing happened.

The horse leaped over the hedge, clearing it with ease, the young prince sighed in relief, the young lady and her horse stopped, lowered her hood, and turned and looked at the young man following her.

He was stunned…

Long blonde hair in a braid over her shoulder,

Large sapphire eyes…

The cutest little lips. Then they curled up into a proud smile, and she carried on her way.

That and her spectacular horsemanship pushed him over the edge of just being curious and concerned for this mysterious young woman.

It was then he knew he was a goner.

Little did he know their paths would cross again…

Sooner than he thought possible.

#Spotify #loki #fanfiction #frozen #elsa of arendelle #loki of jotunheim #marvel mcu #thor #disney #frozentricks #anna of arendelle #james buchanan bucky barnes #hans of the southern isles #bridgerton au #the frosted diamond series book 1 #part 1

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And the new episodes of "Frozen Podcat" have arrived:

5 - UNREST IN THE ENCHANTED FOREST

It's finally lunch time for the soldiers, but they want to hear the story

At the fire Disa tries to think of a plan to solve the fire, but Elsa uses her powers which again makes Disa amazed when she sees the Snow Queen

While Elsa contains the fire, Anna and Disa find Bruni and the Snow Queen calms the salamander in the same way she did in F2, and with that done the fire goes out

At Arendelle Castle, Mattias reports on the current situation of the kingdom after all this confusion, and in the end he praises Kristoff for his role as leader, leaving the blonde embarrassed

Wolfgang while helping to collect the debris laments Magnus's disappearance, until suddenly Gale returns. The Duke's nephew has to be calmed down by Olaf and Kristoff, and the Lord himself consoles Astrid, the other magpie

Wolfgang once again mentions Kristoff's proposal to become an industrialist, even talking about when he himself would inherit the Duke's titles, but his cousin Albert stole his place and he says that this is the first lesson he will teach Kristoff: be careful with Albert

Astrid, on Wolfgang's orders, begins to help collect the debris, but takes Olaf's arm instead and takes some time to return it, but the snowman doesn't take it personally

And then a rain of frogs begins in the kingdom

Back to the soldiers Mattias explains how a "rain of frogs" is just a situation where frogs are carried by the wind which gives the impression that they are falling from the sky like water, etc.

In the Enchanted Forest, the trio of women find pieces of scorched metal and just seeing one of them irritates Bruni, confirming that they are the cause of her outburst. The pieces are also made of copper like the mechanical spider. Elsa believes that the automatons are visitors from Arendelle that Anna allowed to enter the kingdom, she fears that she will not be able to deal with it and that she needs to understand this situation, but Anna supports her and they promise to deal with it together

The women find a trail of pieces and eventually the automaton that Anna finds very similar to Wolfgang's mechanized lamps, but before they can continue talking the Earth Giants awaken.

6 - MAGNUS' RETURN

The soldiers are very interested in the Earth Giants, which makes Mattias want to tell his story about them, F2, but returns to the current story

Elsa has difficulty sensing the giants and Disa even considers using the vibrations of the ground to find them, but eventually they manage to find them just by looking. They are afraid that the giants will arrive in Arendelle, they don't know if it is possible, but Elsa doesn't doubt it. Disa questions if Elsa can control them, but she just says that she can figure out what's bothering them and fix it. Anna cites the destruction of the dam as an example of the strength of giants

They notice a mechanical reindeer near the giants and, to save it, Elsa creates an ice rink and the three women go skating to get there quickly. Disa even questions why Elsa doesn't move like that normally, but Elsa says that Nokk is faster. But they don't arrive in time and the reindeer is crushed and to the trio's surprise the giants seem to have calmed down and return to the forest

They cut open the reindeer discovering that it had raw copper, implying that it was mining the material, which makes them openly suspicious of Wolfgang. The sisters fear that Kristoff and Mattias could be in danger because of Wolfgang, and even though they believe that Magnus could be a spy, Anna sends a message to Mattias warning him about Wolfgang

At the castle, Astrid laments Magnus' absence while Kristoff coordinates the removal of the frogs. Olaf ends up getting in the way as he adopted some frogs and told him his secrets, but the frog runs away from Olaf

Kristoff laments that Anna cannot see the rain of frogs that he identifies as Gale's actions. As Wolfgang questions Mattia about not going to protect Anna, the conversation soon turns to Kristoff and his idea of making him an industrialist. Wolfgang advises Kristoff to hire bodyguards and official tasters to deal with the dangers of being an ice collector, but Kristoff denies the advice. The ice collector believes that being an industrialist would make him focus only on work, which he doesn't want in life. Wolfgang understands his thoughts, but as he speaks he seems to talk more about himself than about Kristoff

Sven arrives, and soon after the people of Sankerhus who are distraught without their queen. Following Wolfgang's advice, Kristoff goes to talk to the population, but ends up getting complicated, Olaf doesn't help, and ends up being saved by Mattias, who has more leadership capacity.

They return to find Wolfgang playing a musical instrument and enjoying popcorn and cappuccino? (I was confused about it but I think it was cappuccino) Mattias helps himself and so does Sven after some confusion

Mattias praises Wolfgang's musical performance and the Duke's nephew says that his dream was music and opera, but he ended up becoming a man in the industry. He even tries to end the conversation, but Kristoff shows interest, which surprises Wolfgang who talks more about his dreams and desires about music and opera until Magnus arrives. Magnus brings a letter from Anna which he refuses to hand over until Wolfgang intervenes, the letter reveals the discoveries about Wolfgang's machines in the Enchanted Forest which leads Mattias to order his arrest, but the Duke's nephew pleading innocence and orders his birds to collect evidence to prove your innocence

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