#mentions of kristanna

[kristannafever]

Second Chances - 8

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: Explicit WC: 2584

Chapter Index

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A week later, Kristoff had the ring burning a hole in his pocket.  He was beyond excited to propose to Anna, only he wanted to make it special.  He called his parents to impart their help on that.

The first time they’d met Anna, they were trilled.  His Mom was especially happy that Kristoff was in a serious relationship, and as she confided in him later, with someone who seemed better suited to him. 

It wasn’t that they didn’t like his ex, they just didn’t realize how wrong she seemed to be for him until they met Anna and fell in love with her.  And Kristoff had to agree, knowing the feeling very well himself.  He was growing more and more grateful for ending it with his ex and not trying to talk to her to make things work.  His idea of a family did not include being a single father of a kid the mother had no interest in.  As much as he tired not to think about it, he did know his ex, and if he had mentioned that he was ending it because he wanted a child, she would have told him she wanted the same just to hang onto to something that had been over long before Kristoff put a stop to it. 

The family restaurant, like many in the area, was closed on Mondays.  Not the most romantic day of the week to pop the question, but one that suited his needs quite well.   And as soon as he asked his parents about it, they were thrilled to help him plan. 

They entered the empty establishment and the Matre’d, Chester, gave Kristoff a proud slap on the back after he locked the door and guided them inside.   He’d known the old man as long as he’d known his own adoptive parents and considered him just as much family as them.

It was all laid out in candles, and with the fireplace alight, the small space had the best mood lighting he’d ever seen.  Anna gushed over it, making his choice feel validated that he insisted the only illumination in the place come from a flame.

Their table, the same one they dined at the very first time, the best seat in the house, was decorated by a gorgeous bouquet of red roses.  Chester took the liberty of pulling Anna’s chair out so that she could sit, and then offered Kristoff the seat beside her instead of across the small square table.  It was perfect, as they both sat at an angle facing the wonderfully warm fireplace. 

Chester took his leave to allow them their privacy and Anna looked over at him with shimmering eyes.

He chuckled.  “You know exactly what this is about, don’t you?”

Her smile widened, her eyes blinking back tears.  She nodded slowly. 

Kristoff took a calming breath.  He knew this was going to happen right away and told his family to leave them alone until he brought Anna himself into the back office to share the good news. 

He shifted his chair back and slipped off of it, sinking to one knee as he pulled the ring box out of his jacket pocket.  Anna’s eyes never left his as he moved, and the emotion he saw in them closed up his throat and made the backs of his eyes burn. 

“Anna,” he said slowly, pulling in a shaky breath.  “I am so grateful for you coming into my life.  Despite the first impression not going so well.”  He chuckled.

Anna laughed with him, wiping tears out of her eyes with her fingertips.  He swallowed, his throat restricting to the point that he just had to let go and cry.  He relaxed his fight against it, and tears filled his own eyes. 

“I am grateful,” he continued, “that I met you when I did.  I didn’t know a soulmate existed, until I met you.  You are everything I have ever wanted and needed, Anna.  You are the most amazing person I have ever met.”  He paused, wiping his eyes and swallowing hard.  “My heart, my soul… they belong to you.  Will you marry me?”

Anna nodded slowly, smiling and wiping more tears from her cheeks.  She offered him her hand and he slid the ring on her finger.  A perfect fit. 

She looked from his eyes down to it a moment, and then back at him.  “I am grateful too, Kristoff.  I feel the same way.”

She made the move to slip to the floor with him, only he didn’t want her to kneel with her dress onto the tile, so he stood up, pulling her with him and grabbed her into a firm, gentle, loving hug, as they both broke down into soft sobs of thanking whatever the fuck might be out there to thank that they got their second chances with each other.

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As soon as Kristoff kissed her, she forgot about the gorgeous ring on her finger for the first time that entire evening.  They were in his truck in the parking lot of his family’s restaurant, going at it in the back seat.  She wasn’t even sure who had started it as they walked, full and happy from one of the best and most important dinners of their lives, to the vehicle.

“We can’t do this here,” she said between kisses, thinking that the arc sodium’s in the parking lot were not going to conceal what was happening in the truck should someone come out to investigate. 

“I know,” he moaned, and pushed off of her to sit awkwardly in the seat.  His eyes flicked around the cab of the truck as if he was trying to figure out what to do next.  Then he looked right at her.  “You know what?  Fuck it.”

He grabbed her and pulled her against him, kissing her forcefully.   Anna had to agree with him… fuck it.  Because she wanted him to fuck her so desperately that she couldn’t care less if anyone spied on them. 

“At least, your back windows, are tinted,” she said between kisses, as her hands worked on getting his pants and underwear down so that she could have access to his glorious manhood.

“And they are fogging up,” he said with a smile, helping her get his jeans pulled down to his ankles.

As soon as she had what she waned, Anna pushed Kristoff’s back against the back of the seat and crawled into his lap, reaching under her skirt and pushing her panties aside.  When that was accomplished, she lowered herself down onto his cock, moaning loudly. 

Kristoff shifted his hips forward to make more room for her knees, and as soon as he did, she was able to take him in all the way.  She shuddered and started to kiss him again, rocking back and forth.

Amid the pleasure, the ring finally popped into her mind again, and she pulled from his lips and brought up her hand to look at it. 

“I can’t wait to marry you,” she said, eyeing the gorgeous ring, then looking into his eyes.

“I can’t wait either, Anna.”  He smiled, his hands caressing her back as she moved herself against him.

Anna put her left hand on the foggy window behind his head, leaning forward to get a better angle of her body against his.  “It still boggles my mind how much I love this,” she muttered, focusing back on her growing arousal. 

He laughed quietly.  “Probably as much as it boggles mine.  I’ve never been this horny in all my life.  I swear I think about this almost every damn second.”

Anna giggled.  “Honestly, me too.  Like way too much.  I guess that’s why we have so much sex.”

Kristoff moaned softly.  “Yes.  And we’re going to have to do this again when we get home.”

She nodded, her breathing becoming heavier as her lower abdomen began to tighten.  “Definitely.”

There were no more words between them, just steady breathing and occasional soft moans.  It didn’t take Anna long to reach her release, wrapping her arms around Kristoff’s neck and pulling his lips to hers as she came. 

It felt so damn good and she was still absolutely blown away by Kristoff.  Thinking back to her fantasies about having sex with him before they’d actually done it, weren’t even as close to as incredible as it actually was.   She truly had no idea that there could be so much pleasure in making love.  And perhaps the fact that it was love was what made it so special. 

Her ex and her had said “I love you” to each other, only they sounded hollow in her mind now compared to how Kristoff and her said it to each other.  And they said it constantly.  A far cry from the occasionality she’d said it with her ex.  And it was always her who said it to that jerk first.  Not with Kristoff.  She’d be lucky if she got to it before he did. 

“Fuck, I love you so much, Anna,” Kristoff whispered, pulling her from her thoughts.

She smiled at him.  He was too good to be true.  “I love you more than life, Kristoff.”

He kissed her again and she started to move with him when he bucked his hips up.  It didn’t take long for him to reach his climax, and he moaned into her mouth as his cock pulsed deeply and powerfully within her.  Anna savored every one of those strong throbs. 

“When are we going to get married?” she asked him, suddenly thinking that as soon as they were wed, she was going to get her IUD removed so that she could get pregnant.  There was a sudden and overwhelming need to have his children.  How could she not?  He was so amazing and incredible, Anna still didn’t understand how someone as wonderful as him came into her life.

“Whenever you want.”  He smiled.  “We just have to pick a day and plan it.”

Anna grinned back at him.  “I want to do it as fast as we can so we can start a family.”

His eyes remained fixed on hers intently.  “Yeah?”

She nodded.  “Yes!  I can’t wait to have babies with you, Kristoff.”

He stared at her, his eyes starting to shimmer with tears.   He swallowed hard.

Anna knew he was struggling with his emotions, so she grabbed his head gently in her palms and pulled him in for a soft kiss, letting him know that she understood.

He hugged her tightly, resting his chin on her shoulder and sniffing quietly.  They remained in that embrace for a long time, then separated so that they could go home and make love again.

*****

Anna was tracing little shapes on his bare chest.  He laid on the bed with his eyes closed enjoying the feel of her fingertips on his skin. 

“How many kids do you want?” she asked. 

Only a moment before, when they’d finished making love, she brought up her desire to get pregnant as soon as they were married.  It made his heart soar.  He’d never been so in love with someone, and she was ready and willing to make the sacrifices of pregnancy to give him his dream of a family.   If he lived to be a thousand years old, he would never truly be worthy of her. 

“Honestly, Anna, I always just pictured two.  You know, so our kids grow up with a sibling and we don’t go broke.  How many do you want to have?”

“Seven,” she exclaimed.

His eyes shot open and he looked at her.  “Seriously?”

She laughed.  “I’m kidding.  I’ve never been pregnant obviously, but from what I know about it I don’t want to go through that seven times.”

Kristoff chuckled half-heartedly.  “Yeah, I understand.  I can’t imagine even going through it once.” 

Anna regarded him carefully for a moment.  “I see two, definitely.  But maybe I also see three or four?”

He rolled over so that he could look directly into her eyes, becoming serious.  “Anna, I have to admit that as soon as you said you wanted to start making our family, I’ve kind of been sick with the thought of something bad happening.  You know… to you and to…”  He swallowed hard.  He couldn’t even say it. 

Anna reached out and cupped his cheek.  “I understand, Kristoff.  I know there are risks and complications.  But I do not want that to stand in the way of us having the family we both want.”

“Me either,” he said quickly.  “I just… I dunno, it’s all so damn real all of the sudden.  I just…” he shrugged, “I worry.”

Her sweet smile melted his heart.  “Don’t worry, baby.  Whatever happens, we can get through it together.”

“While everything is happening to you though.”  He frowned.  His sudden melancholy was upsetting him but he had no idea how to make it go away.  “It’s so much to deal with.”

“I can handle being pregnant,” Anna said softy. 

“I know.  That’s why men can’t have babies.  There’s no way in hell we could handle it.”

She grinned at him.  “That is true.”

Kristoff heaved a heavy sigh, unable to match her smile.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean for our wonderful day to end like this.”

“End like what?  Having an open and honest conversation?”

“No.  For me brining up negative shit like that.”

Anna leaned in and kissed him softly.  “I am glad that you are being honest with me, Kristoff.  Don’t ever hold back your feelings.  And if it makes you feel any better, I am all for doing this in a hospital surrounded by doctors in case something goes wrong, and getting an epidural so that I can be as comfortable as possible.”

Finally, the side of his mouth turned up.  There was no one who could lift his spirits like Anna.   “No water birth at home?”

Anna chuckled.  “Gross.  No thank you.  And I’ll have you know we are absolutely not doing one of those bullshit gender reveal parties.”

Kristoff feigned a disappointed look.  “No party to announce the gender of the baby?  Why would you deny me of that?”

Anna laughed harder and smacked his bare chest, making him grin. 

She said, “I know for a fact you think they are as stupid and wasteful as I do.”

“Absolute cringe,” Kristoff agreed.

Anna smiled at him, eyes scanning his.  “Make love to me again.”

He nodded and leaned in to kiss her.  His fears were dissipating in her embrace and he vowed to himself that he was going to do everything humanly possible to make sure that Anna had everything she wanted and needed when she was pregnant.

“I can’t wait to dote on you when you’re all knocked up,” he said between kisses.

Anna giggled and pulled her face from his to look at him.  “What if I want ice cream at three in the morning?”

“I’ll go to the all-night gas station and buy all they have.”

“What if you cook dinner and half way through it I start craving mac and cheese?”

“I run to the stove and make that shit for you.”

“What if-”

“Anna,” he interrupted, “I mean it.  Anything, and I mean anything you want or need, I am your man.”

She let out a sensual breath.  “You are my man.  Now make love to me.”

Kristoff kissed her again and didn’t stop until they reached their climax together.

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#cee wrote this mess #second chances #kristoff #anna #kristanna #kristanna modern au #okay this is all i have written so far #as I mentioned it's open ended so that I may update when the mood strikes to write something naughty #thank you to those who liked and reblogged #<3<3<3

[mprodri9]

Elsa, Kristanna's biggest fan

I feel that Elsa from the beginning (without knowing it yet) feels that Kristoff is the best man for Anna, because it was not a mistake at all to reject the blessing that Anna asked her to marry Hans, whose person is bad and took advantage of sisters traumas for their own benefit (in the Frozen Heart book you can see that) the truth is that she saved her sister from being with a man who does not deserve her, besides dah, they barely met, Hans is definitely not the best for Anna and Elsa she had the right to reject such a union with Anna, she knew that this boy is not trustworthy.

But Kristoff is a completely different person than Hans, and of course, when Elsa accidentally froze her sister's heart... Kristoff came running to her rescue 🥺🥺 (another reason why Kristoff is better for Anna) and just Elsa saw that moment, and like at first...Elsa asked: Who is he? as if to say that Anna is already with another man hahaha, but since she was clinging to her fear, she didn't say anything else and...you'll know what happened next, lol, I think that when I saw that Kristoff ran to save Anna, Elsa knew that Anna is in good hands with him. Has Anna only known Kristoff for a short time? Yes, but unlike Hans, he is good and it shows that he will not break Anna's heart💗✨

Now, Kristoff knowing what happened to Hans, since Anna herself said to him when they arrived at Elsa's ice castle: "He already froze the kingdom once by introducing her to a young man" referring to Elsa denying her blessing for the union. between Anna and Hans, it's very clear that Kristoff was very nervous (even I would have those nerves hahaha) he didn't want Elsa to freeze him or cause another eternal winter hahaha. But what do you think? She didn't! When Kristoff asked permission for him to be with Anna... she was even very excited that Kristoff wanted to ask for Anna's hand! Elsa knows that Kristoff is the right man for her little sister and here in the book you can see how excited she is. She is there, her big smile shows it, she is without a doubt Kristanna shipper🥺💗✨🥰

One additional thing I want to add is that at the beginning of the "Polar Nights" book she mentions that Kristoff is the best for her little sister, and she can't wait to be the cool aunt one day, to see the mini versions of Anna and Kristoff running all over Arendelle, without a doubt Elsa loves the relationship between Kristoff and Anna very much, and it is very clear that she loves her brother-in-law 🥺✨🥰💗

#frozen #disney #frozen 2 #frozen elsa #kristoff bjorgman #frozen anna #kristanna

[ericmicael]

Imagining the hypothetical scenario in which the writers of “Frozen 3″ decide that Elsa is ready to have a relationship and no longer has impediments related to kingdom-related responsibilities (this is the official reason for Elsa not having a romantic plot in F2, this according to Jennifer Lee interviews), and Disney is brave enough to give the go-ahead to give her a girlfriend (yes, that's a lot of what-if scenarios) and that girlfriend being Honeymaren (implicitly or explicitly), I thought of a new impediment: the Sámis.

To this day, it's kind of weird how the Northuldra tribe is represented in the franchise after “Frozen 2″, or rather: it's not represented in the franchise after “Frozen 2″. The only things we have is a mobile game where Honeymaren and Ryder's personalities are developed a lot (mainly their relationship with Arendelle and Elsa), Yelana as always is the most ignored of the trio, and besides that we only have discreet mentions with anthology promising to have only one tale dealing with the tribe's mythology being written by a true Sámi while Honeymaren, Ryder and Yelana are once again virtually ignored (I'll be surprised if any of them are quoted, or if Yelana's name isn't ignored as in “Polar Nights”). The theory is that they don't have much representation because Disney has to ask permission to do things involving the tribe they created based on the real tribe (if you consider this theory official it's kind of curious not to be part of it Elsa, Anna and Iduna who were confirmed as Northuldras or even Kristoff who is based around the other ice harvester in the tribe, but whatever).

What if the Sámi tribe does not allow Elsa to have a homosexual relationship with one of its members? A group of people trying to keep ancient traditions and customs alive is not surprising to have a certain resistance to relationships that were only decriminalized in Norway in 1972.

I am not part of the Sámi tribe or know anyone who is, and I don't even live in Norway. But from the little I researched, this is actually an issue among the Sámis (this image is an official image of "Sápmi Pride"), they are already a people who fight against racial prejudice and only recently did they begin to have the rights considered important in Norway (one of these moments being referenced in the “Frozen 2").

An interesting sentence on this subject said by Pauliina Feodoroff: “In a way, you always have to choose whether to be Sámi or homosexual.”

If you know more about the subject and have something to add, feel free.

But really in recent years the conversations have become more present, parades have begun to take place to honor the queer pride of the Sámi people. I don't think it's going to be the Sámi that put any impediment to this relationship mainly because of all that's been happening in the last few years, but since I was researching Sámi marriage traditions for a possible ElsaMaren fanfic in the future (or even a KristAnna fanfic) and I found some phrases talking about this topic decided to talk a little about it.

#Frozen 3 #northuldra #elsamaren #Elsa #honeymaren #sami #lgbtq+

[annaofthenorthernlights]

Love can see beyond

Frozen canon-divergence post F2 fanfiction Pairing: Kristanna Rated M for angst/hurt/comfort (see tags on AO3)

I can´t believe it that I have missed it and didn´t mention my two absolute amazing beta-readers here, @hiptoff and @reconciledviolence729! I am so sorry!

You two are real friends, have tickled me to leave my comfort zone and try what I have not thought I could do... create some angst with hope! Thank you both sooo much!

The fanfic-novel continues… Kristoff and Anna are bound to set for new adventures, one of them taking them to the Southern Isles. Together they can face the uncertainty of the invitation they have agreed to accept…

Chapter 6/42

The sun was about to sink below the horizon. The next day, the ship from Arendelle reached the shores of the capital of the Southern Isles. Kristoff and Anna stood at the front railing, trying to make out the town and castle further up the road. The land was flat and the beach a long stretch of sand, so much further than they knew from home.

This wonderful fanart was created by @lintushadow-art on commission

#frozen #fanfiction #post F2 #kristanna fanfic #canon divergence #southern isles #adventure #kristoff #anna

[lelitachay]

Frozen fanfiction: Søsken

Summary: An accident in the North mountain forces Elsa to spend several weeks in her brother’s apartment under Anna’s care. And during this time, Anna begins to notice there are peculiar things about Elsa’s life she wished she could understand. Everything starts to make sense after a family reunion.

Modern AU. Kristanna - Frohana - Kristoff & Elsa BrOTP.

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If not for you

Leaning against his father’s car, Kristoff waited patiently for him to come out of the police station. Since early morning Kai had been trying to contact Anders or anyone at the police station who could help him find information about Marshall. For some reason Kristoff ignored, he’d had a hard time finding someone available when he called, forcing him to wait until things were settled in the office. And once they finally called back, they suggested he picked the information up in person.

Kristoff suspected his colleagues only wanted to find out the reason Kai needed it so urgently. It wasn’t unusual, after all, to check what the officers did when they requested information off the clock. Kristoff was thankful for that, especially since Kai couldn’t pretend barging into Marshall’s house was work related.

The wait at home that morning had given Kristoff enough time to explain to his parents everything he knew. He had talked about Marshall and his version of the story, as well as Elsa’s – from what he’d heard from Anna. He’d mention their quarrel in his apartment and why Elsa had finally made up her mind to go after him and talk. It had helped Gerda calm down and not worry so much, but for some reason, Kai hadn’t accepted his version of the story. He was convinced there was more to it and that had led to them quarrelling for a few minutes. Nonetheless, Kristoff had decided to accompany him – against Kai’s wishes – once the police station called. He wanted to prevent things from getting out of hand.

Even though his father was a down to earth and civilised man, someone who’d rarely use his position in the police force to get what he wanted; Kristoff was certain he wouldn’t doubt using it when Elsa was involved. After all, Elsa’s wellbeing had always been the reason he had seen his father stepping out of line in the past.

The sound of the big oaken door pulled Kristoff from his thoughts and he watched his father walk down the steps, still talking to one of his colleagues. “Thanks. I will,” he said, loudly. His tone of voice was friendly enough, but Kristoff knew he was tired of the conversation at that point. It was almost impossible for his father to hide how much chit chatting annoyed him.

“I've got the information that I need,” Kai then said to him. He showed a piece of paper with some information written on it, and before Kristoff had the chance to read what it said, he put it inside his pocket. “If Elsa shows up, call Anders.”

Trying to match his father’s stride as he walked to the vehicle, Kristoff said, “Wait, what do you mean ‘if she shows up’?”

Before opening the car’s door, Kai looked at his son over his shoulder and said, “You’re going home. Tell Gerda I’ll be back in an hour or two.”

“Kai, for the last time, I’m coming with you.” He watched his father get inside the car, ignoring what he had to say. He hurried to the other side and got in as well. “Marshall's not to blame for what happened. And I'm sure Elsa must be at the mountain. You know she spends a lot of time hiking when she's not feeling okay.”

“Let me ask you something,” Kai calmly said, as he fastened his seatbelt. “Have you ever seen Hålkesen lose his temper?”

“What?”

“Has he become irrationally angry in front of you or Elsa?” He clarified. 

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Yes or no.”

His father might have seemed calmer than before, but his patience was not nearly close to what it usually was. Choosing it was best not to get on his bad side, he decided to be honest. “Yes.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” He started the car and began driving.

“No, wait,” Kristoff said the moment the car left the police station. “It was an unfair situation, anyone would have reacted—”

“What happened?”

Once again, he noticed that his father’s questioning was calm and collected, but it only worried him more. “Westegaard had just fired him, he was mad at his son. Where are you going?”

“To talk to him.”

“Please, let's try to find Elsa without jumping to conclusions.” He had no idea what Kai had found out, but it was best to stop him and worry about one thing at the time. To his disappointment, he continued driving, his mind set on one specific goal: finding Marshall.

Not feeling comfortable with his father’s idea, he tried to call his attention, “Dad. Dad,” he repeated when he realised he was being ignored. “Da– Kai! What the hell is wrong with you? You don’t ever act like this.”

“He spent a few days in prison five years ago,” he said, not taking his eyes off the road.

“What?”

Noticing the way he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, Kristoff worried about the answer he could give him. He had to admit he hadn’t liked Marshall at the beginning either. Two years ago, he’d have been on his father’s side. But the man who had sat with him yesterday was not a bad person. A madman prone to make mistakes? Certainly. But not someone who was inherently bad. He was certain of it now, and he had to admit Elsa had been right all along. His sister knew, subconsciously, the way a bad person acted and behaved. Even if her social skills were below standard, she had a way of knowing; and she was rarely mistaken.

“He beat a man to a pulp while he was working as a paramedic.The hospital terminated his contract immediately.”

“…that can’t be right.” Deep down he knew it could certainly be true. Marshall had scared him that night at Hans’ house. But he’d try to make sure Marshall didn’t end up on his father’s bad side.

Stopping the car abruptly on the side of the road, Kai turned to him and said, “if you don’t want to believe me, save my time and get out of the car.” Suddenly losing the last traces of patience.

“Wait, Kai, please,” he said, understanding it was best to accept whatever his father was telling him, and be there for him just in case things didn’t go as well as he was hoping. “I’m baffled, that’s it.

Even if he knew his father was overreacting, Kristoff tried to put himself in his father’s shoes for a moment. He had seen his mother struggle with the idea of losing Elsa when the whole ordeal with the Arendelles started, and now he was seeing his father go through the same. The ‘threat’ was different, but their main concern was just the same. He knew how much Kai adored Elsa and what she meant to him. Kristoff may have been their first kid; the one they’ve chosen. But Elsa was the closest thing they had to the daughter they had once lost. Even if Gerda had tried to deny it, he knew they had adopted a boy not to be constantly reminded of their unborn daughter. A couple of years later, however, when Elsa came into their lives, they realised having a daughter actually helped them. And they allowed her to fill that place in their hearts.

“Let me go with you,” Kristoff said, hoping Kai would see he was honest about wanting to help. He was relieved to see his father start the car once again, and decided to stay quiet until he was needed.

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Once he arrived at what he believed was her parents' house, Marshall hurried to get Elsa inside as soon as possible. During the car drive, he had kept a close look on her and noticed she was getting weaker at an alarming rate. The walk to the car from his cabin had only worsened her condition, even if he had been supporting her weight the whole time.

"Els? We're here," he said when he opened her door. She was with her eyes tightly closed and she kept the blanket as close to her as possible. "Come on, let me—" He tried to help her move but she put her hand over his. To his surprise, her hand wasn’t cold as it usually was.

"I don't feel so good." Her voice was soft and he wasn't sure if she was mumbling so as not to worsen her headache or if the fever was making her struggle with her words.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"

Glassy eyes looked back at him with determination, and Marshall couldn't believe she'd put up a fight against the idea even in her state. "I can't. I want to go home."

"Okay." It was against his better judgement, but he still took her words as a command. Help me get home. He'd do that for her and then he'd try to convince her family. "Let me help you get inside."

She struggled to move even in the slightest, and Marshall helped her support her weight again. He made sure there wasn't any ice or snow around her, and they began walking. They were a few steps away from the front door when Elsa spoke again, surprising him.

"They're mad at me," she said, her voice almost too low for him to hear.

"Who?"

"Kai and Gerda," she said, with a dry laugh. "I keep lying to them, but they already know I can't control my powers."

"I’m sure they aren’t mad at you." He had no idea what else to say. He barely knew her family, after all. But he was certain it was the fever speaking, and it wasn’t something she believed. "Come on."

"Am I snowing?"

He checked again, making sure there wasn't a trail of snow behind them. He took the opportunity to make sure there weren't any neighbours looking at them. "No. Don't worry about it."

"It should be snowing."

"You’re not snowing," he repeated, hoping she'd help him and walk the short distance to the door.

"I’ve got to—" She stopped abruptly and looked at him. "I think I need the snow."

"Elsa, you’re not making much sense. Please, walk. I can’t pick you up right now." His injured arm stopped him from carrying her the rest of the way, and so he gave a few long strides forcing Elsa to follow.

“I wouldn’t even find the door,” Elsa said when they finally reached the main door.

“What?”

“Without you.” She leaned onto him. “Thank you.”

He smiled and hugged Elsa close with his good arm, trying to offer some comfort. He then knocked and they waited in silence for someone to open.

"Mrs Bjorgman, I—" He tried to explain the situation as soon as the door opened, but Gerda was quick to react when her eyes fell on her sick daughter.

"Oh my God! What's going on?"

"Elsa's not feeling well. She's got a temperature. The options were taking her to the ER or here, and she insisted I brought her here."

"Temperature?" she asked, still trying to understand who he was and why Elsa’s eyes couldn’t stay focused. She then put her hand on Elsa's forehead to check it for herself. "My goodness, child. You’re burning!"

Elsa leaned on her mother for support when she felt her hand on her face. Gerda tried to stabilise her, but Elsa fell on her arms as dead weight.

"Easy," Marshall said, holding Elsa again and preventing both women from falling to the ground. "Let me help you get to a chair. Don’t crush your mother."

"Over the sofa, please," Gerda said. She closed the door and was soon by Marshall's side. "What happened?"

"Her hand is badly infected." It was a good thing he had met Gerda once before, since it helped him talk and explain himself, overcoming the awkwardness of the situation. "She wasn’t feeling well when she woke up this morning. I suggested she rest for a few more hours but it didn't help. It was a moderate fever an hour ago, but now I’m not so sure."

Gerda sat by Elsa's side and placed her hand on her forehead once again. She grimaced at the heat radiating from her daughter. "How high?" 

"Thirty-nine degrees."

"Thirty-nine?" Gerda exclaimed, turning to look at him.

Surprised by her worried expression he said, “It’s high but there’s no reason to alarm.”

"This is not moderate. Elsa's body temperature is a degree or two lower than average." She moved Elsa's wet bangs away from her eyes and called her name. Elsa opened her eyes and did her best to hold her mother's gaze. Gerda offered her a small reassuring smile in return.

Had he known before, he would have done things differently. He felt like an idiot for letting Elsa convince him she was okay when the opposite was clear. Elsa's fever had been affecting her a lot more than he expected and now he understood why.

"Please keep an eye on her." Gerda's voice distracted him from his thoughts and by the time he nodded his head, she had already disappeared through a door.

Marshall sat down next to her and he apologised for not helping her sooner. Elsa's unfocused eyes looked at him for a brief moment and she smiled, making him feel better. At least for a short moment.

"Gerda?" she asked, and Marshall's worry increased. She was losing track of simple events going on around her.

"She’ll be back in a moment," Marshall said, caressing her back.

"I’ve got to—"

"Whatever it is you're thinking, you won't." Marshall ordered, putting his hand on her shoulder and stopping her from going after Gerda. He knew she wouldn't go far in her state, but the last thing he needed was for her to fall face first onto the ground.

"I found some antipyretic drugs," Gerda announced as she returned to the living room with a first-aid kit and a cold compress in her hands.

Marshall watched her tend to Elsa, offering a pill and some water that she reluctantly accepted. "Mrs Bjorgmam—”

“Gerda,” she reminded him. “Please, call me Gerda.”

He nodded, understanding her request, and continued, “Elsa insisted I brought her here, but I think it'd be best to take her to the ER. I've got my car outside."

"Don't worry,” Gerda said, patting his knee. “I'll call Nielsen. He'll know what to do."

"Nielsen…" He remembered the name clearly. He had been the director at the hospital the time he had worked there. A respectable doctor who had great knowledge and a calmness he envied. "You mean Dr. Nielsen? Isn't he retired?"

"He still treats some special patients." Gerda explained as she placed the cold compress on Elsa's neck, making her shiver. When she tried to get away from the cold, Gerda stopped her. "I need to lower your temperature."

"How can you stand this every day?" Elsa asked, her eyes tightly shut.

"What, dear?"

"The cold. It's unbearable." She breathed out.

Gerda and Marshall's eyes softened. They couldn't really imagine what it was for her to start feeling the cold so suddenly. Her body was a puzzle they couldn't comprehend and it made helping her a lot more complicated.

"It isn't always like this, sweetheart." Gerda moved the compress to make sure it didn't fall when Elsa’s body trembled, and so she asked Marshall to hold it while she called Nielsen.

Marshall did what he was told, and even if he knew there wasn’t much he could be doing, he couldn't stay still. He wasn't sure if it was his instinct kicking in, but he couldn't agree with Gerda's idea. He wanted to pick Elsa up and take her to the ER as soon as possible.

"Are you okay?" he asked Elsa when he saw her leaning forward.

"I feel sick." She said in between laboured breaths.

"Gerda’s calling someone."

"Am I snowing?"

"No," he said after looking around the room to make sure she wasn't. "Why are you so worried about—" He tried to ask, but Elsa interrupted him by pushing his hand away. She then extended her good hand in front of her like she had done the day before. This time, ice and snow didn’t manifest and a pained expression drew on her face. "What are you doing?" 

"Elsa," Gerda called after her daughter from the other side of the room. She was still in the middle of the phone call but she rushed to her side and put her hand over Elsa's. "You've got a high fever. Don't force it. You know it's no good."

"Gerda, I don't feel so good," Elsa said, unsure of what to do.

Sitting down next to her again, Gerda put her arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple. “I know. But, please, don’t try to use your powers.”

This seemed to calm Elsa to some extent and she leaned onto her. Gerda checked on her once more and then continued her conversation. "Yes, I'm here. It’s an infection… I suppose."

"Lymphangitis," Marshall said. He remembered a case he had helped treat while he was still working in the hospital.

"What?"

"Check her arm."

Gerda did and noticed the red streak that contrasted clearly with Elsa’s pale skin. "Jonnas, please, I need you to come check on her," she begged. "She’ll need antibiotics as soon as possible. No. No snow, she just took a pill. I know. I know. We will."

Hanging up the phone, she turned to him and said, "he said he's coming." Noticing her daughter was almost asleep against her shoulder, she sighed and asked for his help once again. "Help me take her to her room before the antipyretic starts working and the ice becomes uncontrollable."

---

"Let me know if anything changes tonight. I don't trust this to go smoothly," Nielsen said to Gerda as they exited Elsa’s room. Tending to Elsa had proven to be harder than they both originally imagined, and Nielsen wasn’t feeling too optimistic.

From the very beginning, Gerda and the doctors involved in Elsa’s case had noticed a peculiar phenomenon occurring whenever her temperature rose above average. As the temperature increased, the ice and snow would recede and leave almost no trace in her body until the fever broke, or it was reduced with the help of medicine. Her powers would then react on their own, beyond Elsa’s control, making things difficult for whoever was trying to treat her. It had been a nerve-racking situation whenever it happened the first few years; but with time, Gerda and Nielsen had learnt to deal with it and knew what to expect.

This time, however, the drugs had kicked in sooner than expected, helping to lower her temperature on one hand, but causing her powers to start reacting before Elsa’s infected injury was properly treated. Not being able to control her powers made Elsa more nervous and a cycle started in which the powers became more and more uncontrollable, forcing Nielsen to take more serious measures to ensure they could help her. To their disappointment, the only safe alternative had been sedating Elsa against her will.

“Call me first thing in the morning. I want to know how the infection develops.” He picked his pen and wrote a prescription. “Here are the antibiotics she'll need to take,” he finally said, handing it to Gerda.

“These are quite strong,” she said, frowning. “She won't like the way they make her feel.”

“It's either this,” Nielsen said, pointing to the prescription. “Or admitting her to the hospital. And I’m certain you’d like to avoid that.”

Gerda couldn't do anything but agree with him. With the way things had gone just a moment before, she knew taking Elsa to the hospital would probably end up in disaster.

“Excuse me, Dr. Nielsen,” Marshall interrupted before the doctor had a chance to leave. “Was lying to her necessary?”

Marshall had stood by Elsa’s side when she had begged not to be given any tranquillisers, and he had only changed his mind when Nielsen convinced them both they’d only use local anaesthesia. As Gerda had expected, Elsa had fallen asleep in less than a minute, and Marshall disapproval had been obvious. He had remained quiet, though, refraining himself from saying anything at that moment. Part of Gerda felt proud Marshall was fighting for Elsa’s rights now that things were under control, and she felt guilty for not having explained to them what Nielsen was really about to do.

“Her powers can't be controlled. The tiniest mistake could result in one of us getting hurt,” Jonnas said, not feeling in the mood to explain himself. “Explaining the situation to other doctors or police officers is a lot more stressful than falling asleep, trust me.”

“I understand that but—”

“Trust me,” he repeated, letting Marshall know his decisions were not up for debate. “Oh, and, Hålkesen?”

Gerda could see his cold, sharp eyes glaring at Jonnas in disapproval, but still he remained quiet, limiting himself to answer his question. “Yes?”

“I don't know what you know about Elsa, but not a word to anyone. Am I clear?”

Gerda sighed in relief when Marshall nodded, his expression serious and trustworthy. It was clear that beyond his anger he could understand Elsa's situation was more delicate than he could comprehend.

Once Jonnas had left, Gerda closed the door behind him and turned to look at the young man still standing in her living room. She had only met Marshal briefly once; and now, there he was helping her take care of Elsa and agreeing to keep silent about things he probably couldn’t understand.

“Thank you for your help today,” she said, honestly. “You did the right thing by bringing her home.”

“This isn't the first time things like this have happened, is it?”

“You mean the infection?” Gerda said, as she began tidying up the living room. The first thing she did was fold Marshall’s blanket and lay it neatly on a small table, then she continued with her first-aid kit. Keeping busy helped her order her thoughts about everything that had happened since Elsa showed up at her door that rainy Sunday.

“I meant having Nielsen take care of her instead of going to the hospital.”

“Sadly, no,” she admitted. There was no point in keeping information from him at that point. After all, he had helped not only Elsa, but Jonnas and her too with everything they needed. “You may have noticed that taking care of Elsa is… ”

“Extremely complicated?” he said with a dry laugh.

Gerda nodded her head and felt grateful that he was understanding their situation so well. It wasn’t easy to accept that Nielsen and she had avoided taking Elsa to the hospital as much as possible during those years. It even felt like they were denying Elsa proper care. Anybody could blame them if they wanted. But Marshall seemed mature enough to understand it was for the best. “We try to avoid going to crowded places for this reason. You never know who could find out about her… abilities and try to harm her.”

“Why would anyone try to harm her?” he asked, in deep thought. Gerda found it endearing that he couldn’t comprehend why someone would try to do it. It let her see the person he was underneath and made her happy to know Elsa had found a good man in that lonely mountain.

“I need to stay alert in case Elsa needs me. Would you like to keep me company while I wait for her to wake up?” She offered, hoping he’d accept. She was dying to meet him and see what had become of little Hålkesen after so many years. Part of her was hoping he’d remembered who she was.

“I thought you wouldn’t let me stay…”

“I'm sure Elsa would love to see you after everything you did.” She enjoyed watching him turn a deeper shade of red and she understood why Anna loved pestering Elsa so much about the mountaineer. “Please, stay. I’d like to talk to you if that's okay.”

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For the next two hours, Marshall and Gerda stayed in the living room, keeping a close look on Elsa’s open door as they talked. From time to time one of them would take turns checking on her, even though they knew it would be a couple of hours until she woke up.

Talking to Marshall had been awkward at first, since their main topic of conversation was sleeping peacefully. However, Gerda had soon found a way to win him over by telling him who she was and what she remembered about his childhood and family. And to her surprise, as soon as he realised who she was, his shy and overly polite demeanour began to change. He became more talkative and even excited to mention a few things he remembered about her. He had spoken about her raspberry pies and even admitted to having lain in wait for her to show up at Oaken’s shop to offer her his help. Carrying groceries to get some pie in exchange was one of the things he loved about summer time.

Gerda had been delighted to know he still held her in high esteem, even if he hadn’t known her name. His whole life he had called her the “Pie lady” and that made Gerda extremely happy for some reason.

“How come you didn’t realise Elsa was my daughter?””

“I was a kid at the time,” he said with a sheepish smile. “I had no idea what your real name was or what you did for a living. All I remember was you spent some summers at the mountain and at the time you didn’t have kids who’d play with me.”

“What about the cottage?”

“They all looked the same when I was seven.”

“Well, it's true you were only a kiddo—” she began to say, but she got distracted by the sound of a key opening the front door.

Kai entered the house and only then did she remember the heated argument Kristoff and Kai had shared that very morning about Marshall. Everything that happened with Elsa had made her forget about her husband and son’s whereabouts and the fact they were after the man sitting next to her. She felt stupid for not trying to contact them, or at least let the police station Elsa was home, so they could use the radio to contact Kai.

"Gerda," he said as soon as he locked eyes with her. "I need your help—" He stopped as soon as he saw Marshall sitting by her side, and Gerda stood up, knowing he’d react before he thought things through.

"What are you doing here?” Kai asked, not giving Gerda a chance to say anything. And even she felt uncomfortable by the angered stare that he sent Marshall.

The young man stood up and looked at him unsure of what to do. Something told her he was waiting for her to do or say something first. She took a step forward and blocked Kai’s path. “Before you do or say anything, there’s something you need to know…”

Ignoring his wife’s request, he took a few steps closer to them all the time keeping his eyes fixed on Marshall. “Where is Elsa? You’re the last person she was seen with, and now—”

“Keep your voice down,” Gerda interrupted. She put a hand over his chest to try and calm him down. “She’s here. She wasn’t feeling well and so he brought her home.”

“Here?” Kai looked over Gerda’s head and in the direction of Elsa’s bedroom. The door that usually remained closed was now open.

“What happened?” Kristoff asked behind his father and only then she realised her son was there with them.

“She had a high fever. The wound in her hand is badly infected.”

“Bad enough for her to be in bed?” Kai asked, sceptical, his eyes falling on Marshall once again.

“Yes,” she said with a tired sigh. “Nielsen left an hour or so ago.” She knew there was a lot more she’d need to explain to them both, but all it mattered now was making sure Kai stopped targeting Marshall over something that was beyond his responsibility. 

Walking past her, Kai stood in front of Marshall and asked, “What happened between Elsa and you? And where have you been?”

“Dad, for goodness sake,” said Krisotff exasperatedly. It was clear he had dealt with his father’s anxiousness all afternoon, and he had no more patience left. “He brought Elsa home. That’s all that matters.”

“You were looking for us?” Marshall asked, unsure why he was suddenly on Bjorgman’s bad side.

“I'm talking about the accident on Saturday.” Kai said, turning around to make sure Kristoff understood what he was talking about. “Elsa doesn't lose control of her powers that easily. He must have done something to her. And she wouldn’t disappear on her own either.”

Gerda paid close attention to the two young men and noticed the confused look they shared with each other. It was more than obvious they both agree Elsa disappearing was more common than Kai realised. Even Gerda herself knew that.

“I have no idea where Elsa’s been. And as I said the other day, I didn’t do anything.” Marshall said, annoyed he had become Kai’s scapegoat. “I told you to talk to Elsa the other night.”

“Look,” Kai said, taking a step closer to Marshall. “The realisation Elsa had hurt you got me by surprise the other day. I was desperate to come here and check on her. That’s why Anders and I let you off the hook easily. But I need an explanation now. A real one. What happened between you two?”

“I didn't hurt her.” Marshall’s seriousness left no place for an argument and Gerda worried it wouldn’t sit well with her husband.

“You had a fight. That much is clear.” Kai said with unfounded certainty. “The two of you ended up being hurt.” His voice steadily rose up and he pointed to Marshall’s injured arm to make his point clearer. “There was blood everywhere… Don’t try to minimise whatever it is you did!”

Marshall frowned at him. “I didn’t hurt her and we didn’t have a fight. Elsa and I—” 

“Elsa did whatever was in her power to avoid you these last few days.”

“That isn't true!” Marshall spat, and Gerda could see the hurt in his eyes behind his anger. Kai wouldn't let Marshall explain himself and Gerda felt it was unfair.

“Okay. Enough of this. Stop.” Kristoff said, putting himself in between the two of them. “Elsa made a mistake, all right?" he said to his father. "She got hurt and lost control. Marshall got hurt because of it and ended up getting caught in all this mess.”

"Is that good enough for you? Or are you going to call your ridiculous partner to help you interrogate me?" Marshall barked, unable to control the anger he felt.

"For fuck’s sake, mate," Kristoff complained, pushing Marshall slightly to keep him at bay. "Shut up and let me talk."

Kai held Marshall's gaze until he decided it was best to deal with the mountaineer at some other time. Walking towards the door, he opened it wide and ordered, "I want you out of the house. Now."

"Kai, there’s no reason to—" Gerda tried to intervene.

"It’s okay, Gerda," Marshall said, his voice softer than before. "Thank you for your hospitality."

She watched him walk out the door and Gerda felt incredibly bad for him. She had seen the concern in his eyes when he brought Elsa home. She had seen the way her daughter relied on him when she was feeling weak or threatened, and that was enough for her to know he was incapable of hurting her. Not thinking twice about it, Gerda went after him.

She looked around and noticed the door of an old SUV closing with a loud bang. She got closer and saw Marshall hitting the steering wheel repeatedly. He was letting out his frustration on the car and Gerda thought it was best to stop him. She knocked on his window, and waited, hoping he'd listen to her.

When he finally turned to look at her, his tearful eyes made Gerda regret not saying something sooner. She knew she should’ve stopped Kai from throwing all the blame on him when they were all inside the house. "Please, open the door," Gerda said with a small, apologetic smile.

He didn't say anything; but to her relief, he rolled down the window and waited.

"I beg you to forgive my husband," she said even though she knew he wouldn't, at least not that night. "I know you care about Elsa and I can't thank you enough for that."

He looked at her for a moment, only to nod his head twice.

"I'll make sure she calls you once she wakes up."

He ended up thanking her for coming after him and he made her promise she’d let him know if Elsa needed help. She did and asked for his phone number. She then bid him goodbye and watched him go.

When Gerda got into the house, Kai informed her Kristoff was in Elsa’s room. They both had argued when she had left the house after Marshall, and Kristoff had chosen to go spend some time with his sister, even if she was still asleep.

Understanding her son’s feelings, she picked Marshall’s blanket that had been left forgotten on the small table and walked to Elsa’s room as well. She wanted to spend the rest of the evening with both her children and let Kai on his own, thinking about the things he had done wrong.

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I think I like this chapter better than chapter 42. I personally didn’t like the way the previous one turned out and there are a few things I’d like to change (about my writing, not the plot itself), but I thought it was best to continue the story rather than start making small changes here or there.

I hope you enjoy this chapter as well as the ones before. Several things I opened over 10 chapters ago are starting to come together and that might make these following chapters kind of convoluted. I hope that doesn’t make them too slow paced, but I want to start closing things, you know.

You may have noticed that Kai may seem sort of OCC in this chapter. But I did it on purpose. See, I like to think of him as that kind of person who’s calm and collected until the day the people he cares about are in “danger”, even if the danger is created by his own anxiety. I think all the stress about seeing his daughter so out of sorts finally got to him. I also revealed a bit more why Kai and Gerda are so overprotective of Elsa all the time — besides the obvious reason that’s Elsa’s past, of course. When I began this story I wanted to give every character a “backstory” of their own, and now you know more about Kai’s and Gerda’s.

As always, let me know what you think of this chapter as well as the rest. Your opinions always help me know what I’m doing right and wrong, so keep them coming.

Hope you guys are doing perfectly well! Read you soon.

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[annas-hair-donut]

Here's a little snippet from my upcoming Kristanna Valentine's Day fic!

She Holds a Candle (T)

Kristoff twists his hands on the steering wheel as he glares at the hearts and cupids sprinkled across the brightly colored Oaken’s Bath & Sauna Works signs. He might have said they were cute if they weren’t specifically designed to take advantage of people who don’t know any better.

Kristoff knows better, though, and he knows that as soon as he walks in the door, at least one beautiful salesperson will descend upon him and try to convince him he should go home with more than he came in for. Maybe they even believe the lie that buying more saves money.

He rolls his eyes as he steps out of the truck. Unfortunately, he’d been there before, and since he got divorced a few years ago, he never had any intention of going back.

But Valentine’s Day is a few days away and his daughter Stephanie’s giant heart is broken. Apparently, the boy she liked didn't feel like it was enough just to turn her down; he had to tell everyone at school that her voice slipped into falsetto when she asked him to the dance.

Kristoff wants to clobber that asshole for making her feel ashamed of being who she is. Not to mention Kristoff had spent about $350 on new clothes for Christmas that she now won’t wear.

She came out as trans right around the time Kristoff's ex-wife left, but she’d only just started dressing like a girl the past couple of months. And now she’s back to wearing jeans and baggy t-shirts; no more flower hair clips and heart earrings. And she's barely spoken in days.

It’s not like Kristoff knows anything about raising a girl; it would have been nice if his ex-wife had stuck around to help Stephanie with those kinds of things. She should have been teaching her how to style her hair and paint her toenails. But Lisa's timing was the worst, and even though Stephanie never mentions it, he knows she misses having a mom.

One thing Kristoff did learn from Lisa was that Oaken’s Bath & Sauna Works is the best place to get girly things that are more symbolic than useful. And that’s what Kristoff needs: a token to show Stephanie that she’ll always be his little girl.

And if it means wading through the sea of Oaken's sirens wearing green aprons, he’ll do it.

💕💕💕

A nauseating mix of scents assaults Kristoff’s nose as soon as he walks in, and a cheerful woman shouts, “Welcome in!”

Kristoff searches for the disembodied voice just so he can avoid it.

“We’re having a Valentine’s Day sale today! Buy three full-size body care items, get three free!”

Kristoff stares at her pink freckled face, with ginger hair tied into braids hanging loosely in front of her shoulders. Her blue-green eyes set his stomach in knots, which only tighten when she blinks.

It's worse when he looks down. Her apron is tied just in the right place to emphasize her figure, but it's the tiny sparkly rainbow that catches his attention.

Kristoff lifts his eyes quickly and she smiles sweetly. “Can I help you find something special today?”

How many people have gone home with bags of wasted products because she smiled at them like that?

“I’m good.”

"Well, I'm Anna! Let me know if you have any questions."

He thumbs his nose as he walks around her, not even bothering with the basket she offers him.

💕💕💕

Special thank you to @livseses for their help with this! 💕

#frozen #frozen fanfic #kristanna #kristanna fanfic #wip wednesday #she holds a candle #seriously i'm so excited for this fic

[true--north]

Some little Kristanna moments from All Is Found:

Don't look at me, I was raised in the woods

“The trolls gave me a new moss quilt for my birthday every year.”

Anna smiled at the mention of his unusual family.

Kristoff was casually strumming his lute

“My fiancé, Kristoff, he’s an ice aficionado.”

Kristoff jokingly tried to scare Anna:

The suit of armor next to her door seemed to be missing its head… and its feet. Kristoff popped out from behind it—wearing both the helmet and the metal shoes. At least, she assumed it was Kristoff. The person was the right height, had broad shoulders, and was wearing Kristoff’s fur-lined leather tunic.

He took a clanking step forward. “I’m here. What do you need?”

Anna nestled against the front of his tunic. He always smelled like moss and reindeer; it was an unusual combination, but the scent calmed her nerves and made her smile. “Have I told you this morning that I love you and you’re the best?”

Kristoff’s brown eyes were shining behind the visor of the helmet, which he flipped up so he could plant a kiss on her cheek. “You haven’t even told me ‘good morning’ yet.”

#all is found #kristanna #kristoff #frozen 2

[bad-at-names-and-faces]

🍓

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?  So, the pre-history of my involvement in writing fanfiction basically starts when I was a grad student 20-some years ago, and one of the other grad students was writing a master's thesis on fan communities, so I got to learn a lot about early 21st century online fan culture from an academic perspective. During this time, on and off, I'd try to write novels, but always petered out after a bit, though I did "finish" nanowrimo in 2008, but never did anything with what I produced. At one point, I read the complete works of Jane Austen, and took advantage of my Netflix subscription to watch every single adaptation I could get my hands on. In terms of fandom spaces, around this time, I was also really into CSI, and was somewhat involved in a discussion board mostly talking about Grissom/Sara, but fanfiction wasn't really on my personal radar, and I was also starting to watch Downton Abbey and Mad Men and even though I had some (what I'd now call) post-canon headcanons, it never occurred to me to write those down or turn them into stories.

Anyhow, fast forward to 7 years ago or so, and my oldest had gotten obsessed with Frozen, and we had watched both Frozen and Frozen Fever. While babysitting a friend's kids at bedtime, the oldest had some decorations leftover from his birthday party, which were Frozen Fever themed, so I mentioned something about it, but he hadn't seen the short yet, so he asked me to tell the story. Anyhow, after the part with Hans being hit with the snowball, he asked me if Hans then went back to Arendelle. I said I didn't think so, but he insisted, so I started telling a story about Elsa sending him to the island of Elba after he tried taking over again. "And then he escapes?" Umm... well, it worked for Napoleon, so sure... then he returned to Arendelle, and then he got sent to St. Helena. "And he escaped there?" Um, sure, he got on a pirate ship, but first they sailed to the South Pacific, and he ended up ruling the island of Pitcairn...

So, after this, I realized that I had basically made a fanfiction, which I hadn't really thought about doing before, and it wasn't even for a character I liked, so I started thinking about Anna and Kristoff. I didn't really get very far because I wasn't involved in any fandom spaces yet, but fast forward to 2019, and I started seeing trailers for Frozen II, and by the fall, once I had burned through all the plausible spoilers on reddit, I had gotten on Tumblr and started reading kristanna fanfiction, and by November of that year, I had started writing a few different fics, one of which became The Young Diplomat, which I started posting around the end of the year. The rest is history (plus, um, writing was a very good hobby for the following year, let's be honest...)

Oh, and at some point I will rework my 2008 nanowrimo project into a kristanna modern coffeeshop AU. Because it really fits.

#asks #ask games #asked and answered #ask me more!

[a13thprincefora13thprincess]

Random thoughs on Frozen 2

So I rewatched it two days ago and I have some thoughs to share:

1. @true--north I noticed the wheat spike flag in the Harvest festival, at the beggining on the film.

2. Child Anna and Elsa are playing with ice figurines, Anna hugs them while saying "and they all got married" and the prince figurine falls... foreshadowing of the original idea that was Helsa + Kristanna but Hans "fell off" the plan.

3. They mention how Agnar's and Iduna's ship supossedly sank in the South sea.. but not Anna neither the fandom think of the most logical option : were they oficially going to the Southern Isles?

4. Ahtohallan gives Elsa a wedding-like dress, foreshadowing of Elsa having a love interest?

5. When Anna tell Elsa "you are the fifth spirit", Elsa doesn't confirm neither she denies it! She says instead that a bridge has "two sides, and mother had two daughters". Is Iduna the fifth spirit then? If not, what was she doing in Ahtohallan?

6. Anna's coronation seemed fake. I mean, compare it with Elsa's. Not oficial ceremony, no foreign visitors- nothing! Just Kai announcing "Queen Anna" to some arendellians.

7. Elsa needed some space. I mentioned this before, in the shorts she is trying to compensate Anna for the time they have been apart. In Frozen 2, it's three years and in some scenes she looks annoyed of having Anna behind her ALL THE TIME. And at the end, while riding the Nokk, she looks relieved.

#frozen 2 #my theories

[justfrozenthings]

Steam That Lingers

Pairing: Anna/Kristoff

Rating: E

Summary: After the engagement party, Oaken has thrown them, Anna and Kristoff are more than ready to settle down for the night. However, when the subject of taking a bath is brought up, Anna has a few more ideas of how to make the night last a little longer with her fiancè.

Notes: So glad to be participating in Frozen Smut Week! Thank you to @kristanna-days for hosting it!

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Anna just finished wiping off the last of her makeup with a wet rag, before her fiancé came up to wrap his broad arms around her lithe waist, his chest pressing behind the small of her back. They had just finished celebrating their engagement party Oaken had thrown in celebration of their next step as a couple. He rested his chin on her freckled shoulder and on instinct she brought her hand up to run her fingers through his shaggy blonde hair, which had now been unbound from the stiffened gel.

Both of them looked at their reflection in her vanity mirror. Smiles on their faces. Redness in their cheeks. Their bodies radiating with happiness.

“Did you enjoy the party?” Kristoff muffled as he placed a kiss on the base of her neck.

Anna snuggled deeper into him, humming. “Mmm, yes but now I’m ready for a bath. All that partying made me sweaty and I don’t know about you, but I’d prefer not going to bed smelling like one of your sweaters after you come home from an ice harvesting trip.”

“Hey!” He exclaimed feigning hurt. “I thought you said you liked my pungent reindeer scent.”

Without a word, she turned in his arms and patted his cheek smiling coyly, before stepping away to unbutton her dress. Gently, she slipped out of it, laying it on the huge king-sized bed that they had both shared (privately of course). The two had yet to be married, only being recently engaged on top of that, so sharing a bed was still considered improper. However, in the dark of the night when the castle staff was asleep and all that could be heard was one’s own breath; Kristoff would quietly slip into Anna’s room chamber; which sometimes led them to partake in some very  intimate  and sexual activities despite the impurity of an unwed couple engaging in such engagements. Not to mention they still ran the risk of being caught, whether the castle staff was asleep or not. Anna had noticed they were, after all,  pretty loud while giving each other the pleasure they both desired and craved.

Now, with only her corset a undergarments concealing her naked form, she slowly made her way back over to Kristoff, the plush carpet of the room swallowing the sound of her footsteps.

His eyes which had been lingering on her this whole time, were wide and filled with lust.

“Come. Join me,” she whispered, gently taking his hand in hers. She had a slight pull as she headed to the bathroom staring at him the whole time and being careful not to trip despite her clumsy manner. Instinctively, his legs began to move with her.

When they reached their place of destination, Anna plugged up the bathtub and turned one of its golden knobs fidgeting with it while sticking her hand under the rushing water until it reached the temperature she so desired. She made her way towards cabinet doors, her hand now leaving Kristoff’s, opening it to retrieve a glass bottle of lavender-scented bath soap imported all the way from France. It was one of her favorites, and she only used it on special nights like this. When the stars shine their brightest in the dark sky and when his eyes were glazed over with so much lust and love that she knew they were going to make love.

As she made her way back over to him, she stopped to grab a pair of white fluffy towels; not forgetting to grab the floor mat off the drying rack so as to not slip on the marble flooring when they were done. She quickly stopped to give him a peck on the nose before continuing to prepare their bath.  

Kristoff had not said a word since they had walked in, but Anna knew it wasn’t due to uncomfortably. They have taken a bath together on multiple occasions. Hell, they even bathed in the spring near Kristoff’s old cabin once on a visiting trip up there. So it definitely wasn’t because he didn’t  want to; in fact most of the time it was Kristoff who would ask her to take a bath with him. He was just generally a quiet man especially more so in situations like this and even though they had been together for three years she could still leave him blushing so much he looked like a tomato and grinning like an idiot with just a simple kiss. However, to say that his silence was completely do to bashfulness wasn’t entirely true either because in his eyes she also saw him planning on how he was going to give her the utmost pleasure. To take her and love her in the best possible way and show her something he would always know; that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

By the time she made it back to the tub, it was already filled with enough water for the couple. She turned the knob; stirring her hand in the water and poured in some lavender soap, mixing it into the warm water until the bubbles covered the surface. They were so big that they looked like clouds floating just barely above the ocean’s rippling waters.

Anna came back once again, this time grabbing the shampoo and placing it near the bath. Kristoff thought she would head back his way. To kiss him as they let one another remove their clothes as they had usually done.

But, she didn’t.

No. Instead, she stood still; only turning around to face him all while staying in the same spot. Her hands reached behind her, undoing the laces of her corset with little struggle before slipping it off her slender form, the rest of her undergarments soon to follow.

Kristoff still stood speechless, hungry eyes devouring the naked sight that was his future bride-to-be as she began to take out the pins that held up her intricate bun; delicately placing them on the ornate stool next to her along with her crown.

Her hair cascaded over her breasts like little waterfalls and the strain in Kristoff’s trousers was becoming too much to bare.

He would never tire of seeing her like this. When she wore nothing; her body completely bare for only him to see. It was like a blank canvas said for the little freckles dotting her creamy skin and he couldn't wait to leave marks on her to show the world that she was his, that she chose him. An ice harvester who never thought he deserved loved, never imagined he could love, especially that of a princess.

“Join me.” She whispered, breaking the silence before slipping into the tub in a somewhat clumsy manner.

It didn’t take long for him to obey.

He slipped out of his royal garbs, making sure to gently hang them over a towel rack before crossing his way over to his fiancée.

Not a word was spoken between them as Anna gently grabbed his hand and stepped into the tub with him following behind her. They situated themselves to where Anna’s back was pressed up against his toned stomach.

Cupping water in his palms, Kristoff poured water over his lover’s head; watching as its fiery color turned a darker shade of red. He then moved to grab the shampoo, squirting some into his hand causing it to send notes of honeysuckle and jasmine into the air. He lathered it into her hair doing little circular motions that made bubbles form.

 His fingers, though, rough, and calloused from manual labor, felt like heaven and all Anna could do was hum in contentment. “Mmm, that feels nice.” Her eyes were closed and there was a small smile on her face.

“Well, I consider it an honor then, to please my queen so well.”

“Yes. And I have some ideas of my own on how I can return the favor.” She turned around just to wink seductively at him before going back to face the other way.

Kristoff blushed profusely.

 The little minx. Didn’t she know how easily she could make him hot and bothered?

Once her hair was all soaped up, Kristoff returned to dipping his cupped palms into the warm sudsy water and pouring it over her hair; repeating this motion until her hair was free of any shampoo.

“Now,” Anna said as she reached over to grab the bar of soap from the small golden-plated holder it was sitting on. “It’s time to wash my body. Would you mind helping me, Kristoff?” She turned around to face him once again, giving him a sultry look, her perfectly pink lips open just a tad as if she was inviting him in for a kiss. And oh how he wanted to kiss them. To forget about the bath and bring her back to her bed where he could truly show her just how much she had affected him with her love.

He could only nod in response as he swallowed the lump of nervousness in his throat and felt his excitement against her outer thigh.

She closed the distance between them to give him a quick peck on the lips, fulfilling his desires. “Good,” she giggled flirtatiously before handing him the bar of soap. She turned back around and pulled her red hair over her shoulder. “Be sure to get my back okay?” She turned her head to give him her signature sweet smile.

Kristoff cleared his throat. “Alright. Do you have a rag?”

“Oh right!” Anna exclaimed as she lifted herself from the water and leaned half her body over the side of the tub.

Kristoff had to make sure to restrain himself as he watched the water deliciously drip down her milky white legs.

Once she situated herself back in the tub she handed him the rag. “Here ya’ go.” She returned to putting her hair back over her shoulders, signaling that she was ready.

Dipping the rag in the water and ringing out the excess, he began lathering a good amount of soap on the piece of cloth. He started with her back, making circular motions as he moved from the top to the base. It felt like pure bliss and Anna could’ve sworn she had never felt so good; that is until he made it to her front. He went across the span of her stomach, using the same circular motion as he did on her back. However, it wasn’t until he made it to her breasts when she started to keen.

“Mmm…Kristoff.” She moaned out his name from his delicate touch.

Feeling brave, Kristoff egged her on. “You like that huh?”

Anna could only bite her lip as she nodded in response.

When he traveled down further to her most private area she clenched tightly to the side of the tub, throwing her head back, eyes shut tight, and bottom lip still between her teeth as her body shook from shallow fast paced breaths. She began bucking against his hand as he pressed more firmly and stroked faster.

“Kristoff please.”

 Kristoff couldn’t help but grin at her reaction, proud that he was responsible for it. “Ah ah ah,” he tsked. “Not yet princess. I washed you, so it’s only fair that you return the favor.” He grimaced at her as she begrudgingly took the bar of soap and rag from his hand, mumbling something about how he was being “annoying” followed by a “you’re lucky I love you.”  

Kristoff’s eyes fluttered closed as Anna scrubbed the expanse of his skin starting from the back and moving to the front just as he had with her. For the most part, he could keep it together, that is to say, until she made it to his cock. She wrapped the rag around him with nimble fingers and started stroking up and down his shaft.

He sucked in through his teeth creating a hissing sound. “God that feels so good Anna.” He leaned his head back against the cold surface of the tub and relaxed as his fiancée lovingly stroked him, but when Anna started leaving little kisses across his chest, darting out her little tongue to taste his dewy skin, he was back up again, pulling her towards him and spinning her around. He grabbed his cock and rubbed himself against her entrance.

“Wait!” Anna exclaimed.  “What about your hair?”

“Fuck it. I can’t wait any longer, I      need    you.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he entered her then causing a slight moan to escape her lips. He wasted no time in pulling out until just the tip of him was in her before slamming back into her again at a steady pace.

It was slow at first but increased in intensity with Anna’s insistent demands.

“Faster Kristoff!”

He gripped her hips and drove home; bouncing her up and down his hard cock.

“Mmm…yes! Yes! YES!”

Water sloshed over the sides of the tub from Kristoff’s deep rapid thrusts.

“Fuck,” Kristoff groaned biting into her shoulder and moving one of his hands from her hip to the front of her folds so he could rub at her clit.

“H-holy shit,” Anna moaned, bowing her neck so she could rest her head against his shoulder. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop!”

“Well, I guess I better do as the queen says?”

“Damn right. And this queen wants you to fuck her so hard she’ll see stars.” Anna brought her arm up around his neck, threading her fingers through the shaggy wet locks of his hair, and brought his lips down to meet hers.

“Well in that case,” he wrapped an arm around her back and pressed her stomach against his chest. “You’re gonna need to come closer sweetheart,” he purred in her ear as he ramped up his thrusts.

Anna screamed his name as he brought his lips to suckle her neck. “Kristoff!”

He could feel her getting close as her walls clenched around him and he was about there himself.

“Kristoff, I’m about to…” she panted.

“Yeah me too.”

“I….mmmm….I haven’t taken anything. I- OH GODS!”

“It’s okay baby. I got you.”

Carefully, Kristoff pressed her even closer to his chest - if that was even possible - using one of his hands to press up against the small of her back while the other reached out to touch the wall in support of standing up. Anna wrapped her legs around him and clung tight to his neck, pressing her button nose to the crook of it and breathing in his now fresh, clean, lavender scent. Once he fully stood up, his burly arms wrapped themselves under her bum to balance her weight. With caution, he swung his legs over the tub one at a time; his feet making contact with the fuzziness of the floor mat that was placed in order to prevent from them slipping.

The movement caused their position to shift slightly; making Anna moan at the new angle. She began leaving hot open-mounted kisses down his neck; her little tongue darting out to taste the water droplets that ran from his hair down his chest, stomach, and legs until they finally hit the soft-padded towel.

He moved towards the wall closest to the door, careful not to slip on the water that had trailed down their bodies onto the cold marbling of the floor that had now become a safety hazard.

“Marry me,” he groaned into the base of her neck as the new sensation in their change of position hit him. He could feel her walls tightening around him and knew that she was close.

Memories of her mother’s scarf, which was delicately placed onto the love seat next to the fireplace when they returned from the celebration, flashed through her mind. She and Kristoff wrapped together as they stared lovingly into each other’s eyes at the party. She and Kristoff wrapped up with each other (again) as they sat in front of the hearth in the library reeling from the adventure that was the Enchanted Forest and Anna’s new ascendence of the throne following. The numerous times when Anna had nightmares of a certain prince and Kristoff - hearing her screams down the hallway where his room was located - came running in, providing her comfort as he wrapped her mother’s scarf around her and let her nestle into his side breathing in his woodsy scent lulling, her into a deep sleep. The loud snores of the young princess may have caused others to stuff their ears with cotton, but to Kristoff, it was beautiful and a sign that she was still here with him safe and sound.

Anna cupped his jaw with her tiny hands and smiled gently down at him. The sensation of him hitting a delicious spot was almost too much to handle. The power of his thrusts caused her body to move up and down the tile of the bathroom wall, the contact her skin made with the cool surface sent a delicious wave of pleasure down her spine. “There’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with,” she gasped across his lips before sealing them with hers in a fierce kiss. At that moment, her walls came collapsing in around her and she threw her head back as her orgasm took over her body.

“Shit,” Kristoff groaned, almost forgetting to pull out of her, his release spilling all over the floor. Ever so gently, he placed her back on the floor; both of them panting as they descended from their high.

 She wobbled a bit and he caught her. “Wow,” she giggled as she went on her tp toes to wrap her arms around his neck to give him another kiss. “I didn't think it was possible, but you continue to make me fall for you Kristoff Bjorgman.”

He laughed something strong and deep rising from his belly at her little tease and kissed her nose before pressing his forehead against hers. “I wouldn’t have if any other way” he sighed as he bent down to wrap his arms under her legs, carrying her bridal style back to her bed chamber, but not before wrapping her up in a towel and putting one around his hips.

“Wait!” She exclaimed, trying her best to maneuver in his strong broad arms so she could see over his shoulder. “What about the tub? Shouldn’t we drain it? And the mess we made on the floor? ….I don’t think Gerda will be too pleased to discover that we had sex out of wed-”

Kristoff silenced her anxious rambling with a kiss. “I’ll get up and take care of everything early in the morning. But for now,” he growled into her neck leaving tiny kisses there that caused a giggle to come out of her. “I’d rather curl up in bed with you.”

The exhaustion the two felt from the party and the extraneous…”activities” that followed after, left them sated in their bed, they didn’t even bother with the covers; the power of sleep was just too strong. Besides, the heat from their bodies and the coziness of the scarf was enough to keep them warm throughout the night.

#kristanna #kristanna fanfiction #frozen #frozen fanfiction #kristanna smut #frozen smut #frozen smut week #my fanfiction #fanfiction

[punkpoemprose]

Homemade Holiday- A Kristanna Oneshot

Universe: Canonverse, Post F2

Rating: G (General/ All Ages)

Length: 1711 Words

Summary: Anna and Kristoff prepare tree decorations together.

A/N: Kristanna Advent Day 11, going to try to catch up tomorrow, pray for me. This fic is just cozy and sleepy. Highly recommend making your own ornaments this year with someone you love, even if that’s a four legged friend, it’s a great holiday tradition and a wonderful way to break through the winter gloom. If you search “scandanavian straw ornaments” and victorian card ornaments you can get an idea of what Kristoff and Anna are making. I have several straw stars on my tree and adore them.

All Arendelle was decorated to the nines with wreaths, trees, stockings, bows, and garland. Anna had coordinated with the local merchants’ guilds to make everything just so, and then Elsa had kindly visited from the forest to add a nice dusting of snow over the sidewalks and on the rooftops. She’d not created drifts or enough snow and ice to make travel difficult, she’d just managed to make things look a bit festive when mother nature had decided to be uncooperative.

Inside the castle, however, was a bit different than in the streets. It was heavily decorated too, the fancy royal heirlooms were in the same places her parents had always had them set, but in the royal wing, the private places no yuletide guest would reach, there was a very different air to the decorations.

“Ouch!”

Anna gave Kristoff a sheepish look, trying to express her appreciation for his work and encourage him to continue even though this was at least the third ouch she’d heard in the last hour.

“No one ever told me that stringing popcorn was such a dangerous tradition,” he said as he shook out his hand, willing the pain away from where he’d accidentally stabbed himself.

“Would you believe children do it?” Anna asked.

She’d offered to be the one who strung it, but Kristoff had vetoed that. He’d been kind enough not to mention how poor Anna was with a needle and thread, and instead had only teased her about how he was certain that she’d just eat all the popcorn as soon as he stopped watching her closely enough.

Instead of working on the garland, she’d set to the task of making ornaments. Before her, sitting on the library floor, were a variety of supplies and tools. She had scissors and paste, last year’s greeting cards and post cards (of which there were a great many), a small stack of papers in various colors and sizes, scraps of material and ribbons from her old gowns and the seamstress’s stash, buttons and glass beads, yarn and a variety of natural materials which Kristoff had gathered for her.

She’d been the one to insist on a homemade Christmas, and she’d been thrilled when Kristoff, who could not deny her any reasonable request, happily agreed. She had the sense, at first, that he had more experience with a homemade holiday than she did, and while she still suspected as such, he was as green as she was in many aspects of putting on a holiday without staff. She supposed that it was good that they were learning together, especially now when it was just the two of them and Elsa to worry about.

Kristoff grumbled something about mortal wounds and bad parenting but was clearly doing so just to see her laugh given the mischievous look on his face. When she couldn’t help but laugh, his smile was instant.

She finished cutting out a very pleased looking mouse wearing a Santa hat and showed the little paper creature to Kristoff.

“Do you think I should hang him as is, or should I paste a little beard on him?”

Kristoff looked up from his work and took stock of the little grey mouse.

“I like him the way he is, but if you wanted to add a beard I don’t think that would make him any less of an excellent ornament.”

Anna appreciated his answer, even if it was just leaving it up to her. He did have his job to do and she had hers after all, but that he took time to look, and had done so several times in the last couple of hours, brought Anna immense joy.

“I think I’ll let him be as he is then. There’s a few more mouse cards in here, and a couple with skiing foxes, and one with a bear juggling oranges. I think they’d all go well with the trees I’ve already made.”

Kristoff had set back to stringing the popcorn, his work slow and methodical now with his wounding in recent memory. His expression was thoughtful when she looked at him, his eyes narrowed slightly and his brow quirked.

“A woodland theme then?”

He sounded pleased with this turn of events. He busied himself with stringing a few pieces of popcorn more before slyly popping one into his mouth. She didn’t even have time to complain before he was learning over towards her and popping two pieces into her mouth, knowing with such certainty that she’d open her jaw to receive it that he didn’t even watch to see if he’d properly delivered it onto her tongue.

Anna loved it when they were on the same page. They disagreed very rarely about matters that concerned them both, and when they did have different opinions on a matter, they were usually able to find common ground and a compromise before long.

She crunched the lightly salted pieces and immediately craved more. He was, of course, right to have been the one stringing the popcorn.

“Are you still going to teach me how to make the straw stars?” she asked, feeling only a little bit anxious about the question. He’d offered to teach her when they’d met in the stable that afternoon, after their ride together through the village to check on the holiday preparations.

At the mention of the straw ornaments, his expression went a little soft and he set down the popcorn garland, leaving his spot on the library settee to join her on the floor. He took a little wooden spool of red thread with him when he went, as well as an embroidery needle.

He sat at her back, propping her up slightly on his chest and allowing her to get comfortable with relative ease. He’d collected the straw for her after lunch, and before the sky darkened for the evening, he’d ridden to the edge of the forest with Sven to retrieve pine bows, twigs, bird’s feathers and more small pieces of nature for her to add to her ornaments. She’d pasted some on here and there, and she’d quite enjoyed the scent of Earth that they’d put off in the small space.

“Grab some straw Anna,” he said, leaning forward slightly with her as she grabbed it from the pile in front of her at the moment of his request.

She felt his hands cover hers as soon as she leaned back, his fingers quick to pull little pieces of the sweet smelling straw from her bundle as he needed.

“Sorry, this is probably going to get all over your skirts.”

Anna couldn’t help but laugh at his concern.

“As if the maids will be surprised.”

At that, he chuckled himself, the sound low and warm, flowing through her and relaxing her like warm tea on a scratchy throat.

“Well then if that won’t be an issue…”

He set his straw pieces on her skirt, arranging them across each other and bidding her to do the same, just as he had.

He guided her hands, his palm slipping over her knuckles and gently pushing or pulling her into the space where the straw needed to lay. She liked the contact, and the butterflies in her stomach made it evident to her that she would never tire of the feeling of his focus being solely on her, particularly when he was guiding her. She was in charge of making the decisions for an entire nation, so in her limited free time, she loved the way that Kristoff was open to leading her, to helping her make decisions or, when she desired it most, making them for her.

“Okay, now you move these pieces like this,” he said, his voice in her ear as he leaned in close to show her how to cross the straw pieces together.

“Then you grab the string and tie off the sections until it looks like a star… we’ll do a simple one first and then I’ll show you more. Ma is better at it than me, but I can show you the basics and she can teach you all the patterns the next time we go to the valley of the living rock.”

Anna smiled at that. She should have known that he would have learned such a beautiful craft from his adoptive mother Bulda. She was, despite her stone fingers, very adept at all sorts of crafts and creations. Anna fully expected that she’d see her work shortly when she and Kristoff finally had their true troll wedding in the valley during the summer. She could hardly wait.

He guided her through the steps, helping her tie knots in the strings and trim them down. Together they made eight stars before tiring of the work.

“This will all be worth it tomorrow when we get our tree,” Anna said with a yawn. It had gotten quite late and they’d both managed quite a few prep tasks for the holiday.

“Well,” he said softly, “It will all be worth it when we get to look at the tree all finished and know that we did it all. I don’t know how content you’ll feel after getting the tree, the amount of effort it takes to saw one down is a bit tiring.

Her grin was sleepy, like everything else about her. She was more than ready for bed, particularly when he took her last finished star from her hands, placed it with the rest, stood and scooped her from the floor and into his arms.

“That’s nice,” she said sleepily, letting him tuck her into his chest, carrying her against himself with his arms under her rear end.

“Let’s get you to bed Princess.”

“Queen,” she replied, almost wishing she’d worn her crown to their crafting session so she could point at it as part of her joke.

He smiled and shook his head, “You could declare yourself empress of the world Anna, you’d still be my Princess Feisty pants.”

She teasingly batted at his chest with her hand, as if she were even slightly offended by what he’d said instead of feeling warm all over, which she did.

Some things, like Christmas tree decorations and terms of endearment were just better when they were homemade.

#kristanna advent 2022 #kristanna #post frozen 2 #fluff #christmas

[kristannafever]

A Snow Angel and a Substitute

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: T+ WC: 7122

~Completely self indulgent oneshot

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“Yo, Mr. B!”

Kristoff turned around right as the snowball exploded against his shoulder.  His eyes narrowed at the three teenage boys who were busting a gut laughing.

“Get your asses to class!” he yelled, a smirk pulling at the side of his mouth as he brushed the snow off his jacket.

The boys grinned at him and took off running through the deep snow.  Kristoff shook his head and resumed his work with the shovel.  It was a crying shame their rural school never got the walks cleared in the morning in time, forcing parents and children to navigate the blinding white landscape.  He’d seen his fair share of people slip and fall, not to mention that one time he took a tumble on the way to his truck after school. 

More students filed off the buses, stepping around him as he resumed shoveling the snow.  It was a long walkway along the front of the school to the bus loop, and he was going to have to hurry back inside to make it in time for the second bell to teach his class.

*****

“There he goes again.”

Anna looked up from where she was sitting at one of the tables in the staff break room.  There were four other teachers, all ladies, looking out the window at someone.   This was a new school for her and her first time substituting at it; if she knew the other teachers better, she might go see that the commotion was about.

“He’s such an angel for doing that,” one of them said.

“Every time it snows.  And he always has a smile on his face,” the first one who spoke answered.

“If I wasn’t married, I would be all over him,” another woman said through a dreamy sigh. 

“Ha.  Get in line.  Almost all of us single ladies have already tried and failed to get a date.”

Anna had no idea what they were talking about but curiosity got the better of her and she got up and approached the window.  Outside was a tall man, his blond hair decorated with snowflakes, shoveling the walkways around the school.

The one who spoke first turned slightly, noticing Anna’s presence.  “Oh, you’re Miss Arendelle, right?  The sub for Mrs. Gleeman’s class?”

“That’s me.”  She smiled.  “I’m Anna.”

“I’m Tracy.  Welcome to the school.”  She offered her hand and Anna shook it.  “You get a good look at Mr. B out there?”

“Mr. B?” Anna asked.

Tracy gave her a wicked smile.  “Mr. Kristoff Bjorgman.  He teaches science in the junior high wing.  You’ll see once you meet him.”

Anna was certainly intrigued.  She imagined she’d have a chance to bump into him since she was taking over the Junior High’s English period in the same wing for the entire month while Mrs. Gleeman recovered from knee surgery.    

The rest of the teachers introduced themselves and Anna found them all to be warm and inviting.  They included her in their conversation about the goings-on of the school until the first bell rang and all the women broke up to head to their classrooms. 

Anna headed to the classroom that the principal had shown her when she’d arrived, and turned the corner to come face to face with a very snow-covered blond man whom she’d been looking at only moments before.

“Oh, hello…” he said, shaking snow off his hair and then brushing it off the shoulders of his coat.  “You must be subbing for Mrs. G.”

Anna was immediately enamored with the pink hue of his cheeks from being out in the cold and exerting himself with the shovel.  “I am,” she said with a smile.  “My name is Anna.”

“Kristoff,” he said, and offered a hand.  “Kids call me Mr. B.”

Anna shook it, expecting it to be cold, but instead it was delightfully warm.  “Nice to meet you, Kristoff.”

He gave her a tiny smile.  “Have a good morning.”  Then he walked around her and straight to the classroom beside hers. 

Anna paused at the door to her classroom and took a deep breath.  It was always nerve-racking teaching in a new school she wasn’t familiar with, and grade seven was by far the most ruthless grade she’d ever taught for.  With any luck, she’d get through the day without having a nervous breakdown.

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So far, the morning had gone off without too much issue.  There were some rowdy boys in the class to be sure, but none of them did anything too rash beyond talking when they weren’t supposed to be.  The biggest distraction of the morning happened when the classroom next to theirs erupted with noise.

Her students had been reading quietly to prepare for the book report they were going to do on their chosen book, when there was a whooshing sound, a class full of teenagers oohing and ahhing, and then ruckus laughter.  It filtered through the wall with remarkable clarity.

“I can’t wait for science,” whispered one of the boys in the back to his friend. 

“Me either,” his friend responded.  “Mr. B is the best!”

That brought hushed murmurs of agreement from other students and within seconds they were all talking.  Anna looked at the clock, and with only five minutes left in the period, she figured she’d let them be.  In the meantime, she took the opportunity to look up this Mr. B on line, only to find that he had no presence there beyond being listed as a teacher on the school’s website.

The bell rang and the kids filed out to head to their next class.  Not long after the grade eights filed in, talking and laughing.  Anna had read over their curriculum and was prepared.  That class went a little quicker since they were discussing their upcoming biography projects and Anna had to answer a lot of questions before the bell rang for lunch. 

Anna lingered a moment to gather her notes for the grade nine’s she would be teaching after lunch, then grabbed her bag and headed for the staff room.  Walking passed Mr. B’s classroom, she noticed him out of the corner of her eye.  Pausing, she turned towards the open door and leaned against the frame.

“Do all the teachers eat lunch in their classrooms?”

His head remained still but his eyes looked up from the book he was reading, a sandwich paused half way to his mouth in his other hand.  He blinked at her and finally brough his head up, setting his lunch down.  “Um, no.  But I do.”

“Oh?” Anna cocked her head to the side.  “Is everyone here that insufferable?”

A smirk played out on his lips and he set his book down, looking away from her eyes.  “No, nothing like that.  I just like peace and quiet.”

Anna nodded slowly.  “I get it.  Sometimes I need a breather from all the talking and listening to the students.”

Kristoff looked back and smiled at her but didn’t look like he was going to say anything in response, so Anna told him to have a good lunch and headed to the staff room.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Kristoff was out there again the next morning, shoveling the snow that had fallen overnight.  The school district crews had been there in the afternoon to clear the accumulation from the day, but everything was once again under a blanket of snow.

Anna walked into the staff room to a nearly identical scene from the morning before, only this time where were five other female teachers lined up at the window.  She didn’t bother to join them since it seemed a little juvenile.  Not that she didn’t understand; he truly was a very handsome man, but why bother ogling when he wasn’t interested.  Anna certainly would have joined him if he’d offered her to eat lunch with him yesterday.  Only he hadn’t, so it was fair to assume there was no interest for her either.

She put her lunch in the fridge and headed to her classroom.  There were already a few students milling around in it, and she got everything set up for the day.  Then the junior high door opened and shut and the sound of someone stomping boots on the mat came down the hallway.  Kristoff breezed by her open door a moment later on his way to his classroom without sparing her so much as a glance. 

“Yo, Mr. B!” came through the wall a moment later, and the sound of kids bombarding him with comments and questions was drowned out by the second bell. 

The day progressed much like the day before, only with the other grade seven and eight classes.  Then the lunch bell rang and Anna headed to the staff room, glancing briefly in Kristoff’s classroom to find it empty.   As soon as she entered the staff area, she could see why.  He was digging around in the fridge, bent at the waist, with every single pair of female eyes staring at his wonderfully shaped back side.

Anna fought with a smile and the urge to break out with laughter.  These women were worse than love struck teenagers.

Kristoff pulled out a brown paper bag and shut the fridge as he turned in her direction.  He almost slammed right into her, and had to stumble back a step.  “Oh, sorry.  Didn’t mean to almost run you over.”

“No worries.”  Anna smiled at him.

The side of his mouth curved up in response but he walked around her and said, “Have a good lunch.”

“You too,” Anna said to his back as he left the room.

Silence stretched on for a moment when Tracy piped up.  “He is so fine.”

A male teacher sitting at a table guffawed at her comment.  “Put it back in your pants, you cougar.  He ain’t interested.”

“I know that,” she snapped at him.  “Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate that fine form.  Not to mention that perfect ass.”

Some of the ladies in the room giggled while the male teacher rolled his eyes with comedic drama that told her the ribbing was all in good fun.   Anna turned away from the group and grabbed her lunch and found a spot to eat while conversations turned away from the attractiveness of co-workers.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Kristoff never had to shovel the next morning, which disappointed him just a little.  He liked doing it, getting out in the cold fresh air and making life a little better for the parents and students.  One of the gym teachers used to do it, but the guy only shoveled the entryway to the front doors, so when Kristoff got to the shovel before him one morning, he never made a move to grab it again.  It was for the better.  This way the entre walkway was free and clear of deep snow, and Kristoff always got the de-icer to sprinkle if there was ice left on the walks. 

One of the good things about not having to shovel at least was not seeing a bunch of faces staring at him from the window of the staff room.  Some of those ladies were relentless. 

At least it was hump-day and Kristoff was excited to dazzle the kids with another experiment.  He put his lunch in the fridge, ignoring the stares, and went to his classroom to organize his day.  As the kids filtered in, he was greeted warmly. 

He tried not to listen to much of what they were saying, especially when he heard a swear word or two fall out of their mouths, but one of the boys talking caught his attention when he mentioned ‘Miss A’.

“… is so awesome.  She’s so chill.  I like her.”

“Dude, she’s hot!”

“Jackson!” Kristoff warned, not bringing his eyes up from the quiz he was grading.  “Inappropriate.”

“Sorry, Mr. B,” Jackson responded sheepishly. 

Kristoff went back to his work.  He understood these kids had hormones fucking up their brains at this age.  Hell, he’d received googly eyes from plenty of the girls over his years teaching.  It was natural for them to feel those feelings.  And of course, not one of them ever acted on them.  Which sadly, couldn’t be said for all teachers.

He’d worked with a guy before who’d crossed the line with one of his students.  Kristoff laid him out with one punch when he found out, and got him fired on the spot.  The girl was consenting and technically eighteen, but it was still so fucking wrong.  

He saw a flash of colour scurry past his open door and met Anna’s eyes for one brief second as she hurried down the hall.  Kristoff stared at nothing for a moment, regretting not thinking of something better to say to her when she’d stopped by his classroom that first day.  Truth is, she was hot.  And he was instantly captivated by her eyes and her easygoing smile. 

The noise level in the room was getting out of hand so Kristoff had to rein in the students and begin class.  The morning flew by, and before he knew it, the lunch bell was ringing and he was swiftly left alone in his classroom.  He hurried to grab his lunch and managed to get out before too many people came in, and was once again alone in the solitude of his classroom a moment later.

Mid way through unpacking his sandwiches, a familiar voice came from his open door. 

“How do you do it?” she asked. 

Kristoff looked at her, those clear blue, intelligent, eyes, and felt a jolt of longing.  He hadn’t really ever felt an attraction like this before, and it went well beyond her looks. 

“How do I do what?”

“Get them to love you so much,” she said with mock exasperation as she took a couple steps into the room and threw her hands up dramatically.  “Those kids adore you.”

He felt his cheeks warm instantly, and shrugged to her.  “I just like teaching science.”

She shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest.  “Nuh uh.  It’s more than that.  You have a natural talent for reaching these young people.  They look up to you, and they listen to you, and most importantly, they learn from you.”

The heat in his face deepened and he had no idea what to say.

She sighed.  “We all had those teachers growing up.  You remember, right?  The one, or if you’re lucky, two, that really make a difference.  The one’s that leave an impression.  You are one of those.  How do you do it?”

Kristoff was at a complete loss for words.  No one had ever said anything so flattering to him before.  He was further taken with her. 

“Well, I’ll leave you to it then.”  She uncrossed her arms and turned back towards the door.

He had a moment of panic, wanting this conversation to keep going only his mind was still drawing a blank.  She was almost out of sight when words finally came to him and came out with halting awkwardness.  “I don’t really know how… I just love science.”

She turned back and looked at him with curiosity.  “You really don’t have like, a secret, or something?”

He shook his head.  “No.  Not at all.  In fact, I’m actually a really quiet person.  I just… like talking about science.”

Anna stared at him, making him a little uncomfortable.  “So you’re basically a unicorn,” she said finally.

The absurdity of the statement made him laugh.  “What?”

She waved her hand in front of her face.  “Never mind.  Just means you’re a rare individual.”  Then she turned and disappeared out the door before he could utter another word. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

He was tired as hell, and shoveling the dump of snow that had fallen overnight was hard work.  By the time he stomped his snow-covered boots on the mat and changed into his school sneakers, he was ready to call it a day and go home.  Only the day was only just starting. 

The reason he couldn’t sleep, appeared rushing to her classroom as he approached his door, and she threw him one of those breathtaking smiles as she passed him.

All morning, he struggled to concentrate, leaving his kids quietly passing silent glances at one another.  He finally had more than he could take and told them to just take out their textbooks and read over the material in their unit to study for the upcoming test next week.  While they silently worked, he stared at his computer and tried to make himself work. 

He almost dozed off and the bell ran, startling him, which was embarrassingly noticed by almost all of his students.  They filtered out of the class throwing him questioning glances and his next class sauntered in.  He managed to hold it together a bit better, then he looked at the clock, realized how much time was left, and told them to do the same as he did with his other class.

Miss A… Anna… was thoroughly under his skin.

By the time the lunch bell rang, it felt like eight hours had passed instead of four.  He went to the corner of his desk where he’d thrown his lunch bag when he came in.  He was too tired to put it in the fridge and he pulled the items out without really thinking about it and started to eat his first sandwich.

Then she was at his door again. 

“It’s noticeably quiet over here today.”

“Pardon?” he asked, his tired mind trying to understand.

“Your classes are kind of loud,” she said, walking into the room and right up to his desk.

He swallowed the sudden thickness in his throat and maintained eye contact with her.  “I’m sorry.  I don’t mean to be a disruption.”

She gave him a brilliant smile.  “That’s not what I’m saying.”  Anna grabbed a nearby student chair and pulled it towards his desk, sitting across from him.  “I just mean the kids seem a little less upbeat today.  And… so do you.”

Did that mean she had been watching him while he was shoveling?  Did she notice that his enthusiasm was not what it was at the beginning of the week?

“Just tired…” was all he could think of to say. 

She stared back at him with eyes that were more knowing than anyone else he’d ever met.  “I get it.  We all have those days.  That’s why the kids seem quiet.  They feed off your energy, and when you don’t have it, they worry.”

He frowned.  “You think they worry about me?”

“Of course they do!  That’s all I heard murmured when my next class came in.  They come straight from you to me.”

“They noticed,” he said more to himself than Anna as his gaze fell to his desk.  He was a little taken aback, as this had never really happened to him before.  Upon reflection, he supposed he was pretty constant with his attitude.  No wonder the kids were thrown off.

She nodded.  “Don’t worry, no one is saying anything bad.  Just that you look tired.”

He looked back into her eyes.  “Yeah, I am tired.”

“Why?”

Shit, if his tiredness was throwing his kids off, her question as to why certainty threw him off.   “Just a restless night,” he said carefully.

“That’s too bad.”  She frowned.  “Everything okay?  You need to talk about something?”

The fact that the reason he couldn’t sleep was asking him why, was amusing his tired brain.  “No, it’s all good.  Just couldn’t stop thinking.”

“Ah, I have those nights once in a while.”  She leaned back in the chair.  “Definitely no fun.”

He shook his head slowly, watching her eyes as they flicked to the clock and then back to his desk, before finally coming up and meeting his gaze.  It was all over her face; she was going to get up and leave him to his solitude and join the masses in the break room.  All he had to do was say the words.  She stood and it came out of his mouth. 

“If you want, you can bring your lunch here and we could talk.”

A slow smile spread across her face.  “Sure.  I’ll be right back.”

Kristoff watched her leave the room and caught her eyes as she looked back at him.  That was a good sign. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Anna had a restless night, and now she had a better understanding of why Kristoff had looked tired the day before.

The talk they had over their short lunch, had opened up something between them.  It was there, and real, and she could feel it.  Kristoff could too, she could tell.  His eyes bored into hers as they talked, taking her in in the way she was taking him in with hers.  And then the bell rang way too soon.

Anna went back to her room feeling fluttery and light.  She even lingered a moment after class, and waited until she saw him walk past her room, looking in and smiling.  She’d called out that she’d walk to the parking lot with him, and he waited while she put on her coat and grabbed her purse.  The talk was brief, but she was suddenly desperate to find out everything about him. 

And then he was on her mind all night long. 

The next morning, it hadn’t snowed and the forecast was for clear skies, so Anna went into her classroom early, not surprised one little bit that Kristoff was in his.  She stopped by his door and noticed there was only one kid there so far, reading quietly at his desk.  She was hoping for an empty classroom but this was going to have to do and the student in question was a quiet one.  Not that this wasn’t going to start a rumor. 

She approached the desk where he was going through some papers.  “Morning, Kristoff.  How are you?”

He looked up quickly and have her an even quicker smile.  “Morning!  I’m Good, how about you, Anna?”

“I’m good.  A little tired, but you know… pretty good.”  She suddenly felt a little flustered in his warm brown gaze. 

“Hmm.  Didn’t sleep well?”

“Not really.”

“Seems to be going around.”

Anna did not miss what he meant by that and by the way he was looking at her.  “How about you?  You catch up on your rest?”

His smile widened and he chuckled low.  “Went to bed at eight, so yeah.  Got nine hours in.”

“That’s great!  I imagine your class will be lively again today.”

“With the experiment I have planned to show the kids, we’ll definitely be disturbing you.”

Anna grinned at him.  “Wonderful.  I love hearing the kids have fun.”

“If it gets too loud though, please let me know.  Mrs. G complained to me all the time.”

“I promise it won’t,” she said, noticing a few kids filtering into the class behind her.  If she was going to go for it, she better get it out now.  “Have a fun morning, and if you want, you can join me in my classroom today for lunch?”

One eyebrow twitched up ever so slightly.  “Sure.  I’d love to.”

-----

Despite Anna’s attempt to keep things low key, she was already hearing kids talk rumors.  And it had only taken a matter of hours for the gossip to spread.  The kids were apparently tickled pink with the idea of Miss A and Mr. B getting together and going on a date.   Now all Anna had to do was get Kristoff to ask her out on one. 

Kristoff showed up for lunch before all the kids had left the room, which she knew would further stoke the flames of the chatter.  Not that she really cared. 

He asked her all about how she got into teaching and she had a great time talking to him, then the bell rang and they finished teaching out their day and walking to the parking lot together again.  He bid her a good night but did not ask her out.  It had disappointed her, but Kristoff seemed kind of laid-back to her, like he just rolled with it, so maybe he just had no presence of mind to rush things.  Unlike Anna, who had already pictured kissing him, among other things, about a dozen times. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Kristoff parked in the staff lot and lingered in his truck a moment.  There was no snow to shovel, so no real reason to hurry into the school so early.  That, and Anna’s car wasn’t there yet.

He was going to ask her out on a date, of that he was certain.  What he wasn’t so certain about was whether or not it was a good idea.  He’d already heard the kids whisper about them, and it bothered him.  He was very careful to maintain professionalism in the workplace, and while there were absolutely no rules about dating a staff member, the fact that the kids were so into it was weird to him. 

He decided to let it go when he saw Anna’s car pull of the main road and made a show of slowly grabbing his bag and getting out of the truck so it wasn’t obvious that he had waited for her.  She parked beside him with a bright smile while he shut his door and lingered.  Her head popped up over the roof of the car a moment later.

“Morning, Kristoff.  Walk in with me?”

He smiled.  “Sure.”

“Just a sec…”  She disappeared back into her car to gather her things. 

“No problem.”  It took her a moment, making him smile a little more.  Finally, she gathered her bag and her purse and shut her door.

“TGIF, am I right?”  She laughed, falling in step beside him. 

“Definitely.  Any plans for the weekend?”

“Eh, not really.  Call my sister on Sunday, but that’s about it.  Maybe some Christmas shopping.  I like to get that done early.”

So did Kristoff.  In fact, he was already done.

“How about you?” she asked, as they rounded the bus loop and headed towards the front doors. 

“Oh, not too much.  Go to my folks for dinner on Sunday.”  He took a quick breath and went for it.  “Maybe take you out for dinner tomorrow night?”

Anna stopped in her tracks only feet from the front door and Kristoff resisted the urge to look at the staff window to see who was spying on them.  That was the whole reason he wanted to ask her when they were alone.  The gossip among the staff was sometimes worse than the children.  

She smiled at him in a way he hadn’t yet seen, and it made his stomach do little flips.  “Sure, Kristoff.  I would love that.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

On Monday morning, Anna was accosted by Tracy in the staff room. 

The woman had her hands on her hips.  “So you and Mr. B went on a date this weekend?”

Anna bristled at the stern look from the older woman.  “How in the hell did you hear about that?”  She’d been careful not to let the kids know about their date plans, and no one had been around when he’d asked her. 

“Janice, the kindergarten teacher, was at the restaurant that night and saw the two of you canoodling over dinner.”

“So?  Two consenting adults going on a date isn’t a crime.”

“It is when the man is that fine,” Tracy said, arching and eyebrow and giving Anna and evil smile.  “Good for you, girl.”

Anna smiled and giggled nervously with no idea of how to respond to that.

“I’m just joking with you, Anna.  Relax.”  Tracy left the staff room laughing to herself and Anna’s cheeks were on fire. 

She quickly grabbed another coffee and rushed to her classroom, stopping briefly by Kristoff’s open door to smile at him.  Their date, had been magical.  Kristoff was wonderful, kind, honest, intelligent, and sexy as all get out.  He was the man she’d been looking for her entire life.  The sparks flew, and yeah, she supposed they were canoodling over dinner. 

Then Kristoff dropped her off at her place, declined the invite inside, then kissed her in the most wonderful, yet chaste way, leaving her weak in the knees.  She was already head over heels about him and could not wait to go on their next date.  If all went well, they’d be spending more of the weekend together than just their Friday night.

*****

Kristoff went on with explaining the science projects that the kids were going to create and test, but his mind was completely occupied with thoughts of Anna and how he already knew that he was going to fall deeply in love with her.

She ignited things in his soul that he didn’t even know were there.  Time with her was some of the best of his entire life.  And the best part was, he could feel the same kind of energy coming from Anna.   She had wanted him to come into her place when he dropped her off, she made that very clear.  But Kristoff was raised with respect and somehow, he managed to decline despite what his body was telling him.  They were going out again this Friday and he knew she was going to ask again for him to come in after their date, and while he planned to say no, wanting to hold out for the third, he had to wonder if he’d have enough strength to deny her again.

SIX MONTHS LATER

It turned out that Kristoff did not possess the strength to be able to deny her again, and after their second date, him and Anna made love for the first time.  They were inseparable after that.

Anna had been set to leave the school when Mrs. Gleeman returned, only to be informed that the healing was taking its toll on the much older woman, and she’d need another three to four weeks of recovery.  Kristoff was sad that Mrs. G (even as grouchy as she always was to him) was having a hard time, but happy that meant Anna would be at the school a little longer.   And with the thought of her eventually leaving the school looming in his mind, he asked her to move in with him only five weeks after their first date. 

His home had never felt like home until Anna had moved in.  She made his life so much better, and they did absolutely everything together.  Except, at school it was business, and they kept the fact that they were so involved, from everyone there.   Even Tracy had stopped pestering Anna after not getting the information she wanted.  The kids still talked, because Kristoff and Anna still took turns eating lunch in each other’s classrooms, but with no ammo besides a healthy friendship, the murmurs soon ceased. 

More time went on and Anna had been getting genuinely depressed when it was looking like she’d have to move onto another school to substitute at, when low and behold, Mrs. G showed up one morning to meet with the principal and Anna.

Mrs. Gleeman’s daughter, lifelong friends with one of the mothers who Anna taught, had commented about her improvement in her child’s grades and the fact that she was genuinely having a better time at school.  Apparently, Anna’s sharp ears, zero tolerance for bullying and taunting, and constant encouragement to be kind and to help one another, had put an end to her friend’s daughter getting picked on.  Now she even had a couple of good friends and raved about what a great teacher Miss A was.  And apparently, they were not the first parent to comment on the positive changes in their children.

By the end of that meeting, with Mrs. Gleeman’s plans to retire early and her encouragement, Anna had a permanent job teaching junior high English.  She had thanked the older woman and the principal profusely, and went back to her classroom weeping with happiness.  Her students, shocked to see her in such a state, inquired to her emotion.  Kristoff had never heard such a ruckus roar of approval coming from her classroom as she told them she wasn’t going anywhere.  By the end of that day, it was all the kids who entered his class could talk about.

Then, the inevitable happened.  Him and Anna were out bowling on a date in town, when one of their students happened to be there at the same time.  Neither he or Anna had noticed the kid until after a bunch of PDA, and by then it was much too late.  They decided to pretend the student wasn’t there and went about their date.  And as they expected, the following Monday, tongues were wagging among the kids, and they had not stopped for over a week.  Therefore, by that second Friday since that date, Kristoff had an idea to put that to rest once and for all.

He had to put his plan together quickly, informing the principal and other junior high teachers for approval before getting the most important part of his plan.  He was a little nervous, having only been with Anna for six months, but knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were meant for each other.

The morning finally came, and all the junior high students were called into the gym to address the rumors that had been flying around for the past couple weeks.  Kristoff watched them all file in, shaking with nerves.  He couldn’t believe he was about to do this, but having Anna stand by his side, filled him with confidence. 

“How could they not have given us a heads up that we had to address this?” she asked him, leaning over to speak low as the remaining kids and teachers came into the gym.  She’d been informed by the principal at the same time as her class that they were all about to meet to talk about two teachers rumored to be in a relationship.

“Uh, actually, this was my idea.”

Anna’s head snapped in his direction and she looked at him with wide questioning eyes.  “And you didn’t tell me?”

Kristoff pursed his lips but didn’t answer her.  The door to the gym swung shut with the last teacher ushering the kids in and he decided to just go for it.

“Hey, hey!”  He held up his hands.  “Quiet down.”  The kids were too excited and the volume didn’t drop one bit.  “Quiet down, please!” he said, louder, repeating himself a few times, and finally the murmurs died down.

He spared a glance at Anna standing beside him, her cheeks alight with embarrassment and looking over all the kids to the back of the room.   He felt a pang of regret, like this was suddenly a really bad idea, then he looked back at the kids and found renewed strength.

“I’ve had several students mention something to me,” he started.  “Raise your hand if you’ve heard a rumor about Miss A and I.”

Every single student raised their hands and started to giggle and talk.  The noise level took off again and Kristoff had to speak over the din.  “Hands down.  Okay!  Hands down, quiet please.”

The students all quieted and Kristoff resumed his speech.  “There is a rumor going around that Miss A and I are dating.  So I think it’s about time that we address that rumor, and confirm that the answer is… yes, Miss A and I are dating.”

The kids freaked out.  They all shouted with genuine glee and Kristoff looked over to see Anna smiling despite the fact that her face was now crimson.  She looked back at him still shocked and wondering what in the hell he was doing given the fact that he had not mentioned this to her beforehand, but also looking a bit more relaxed about the whole ordeal.

It took him a moment to settle the kids back down, all the while his heart hammered away in his chest.  Once the students were finally settled again, he went for it. 

“The truth is, we are a little more than dating…”  The murmurs began so Kristoff talked over them to get it out and not prolong this any more than it already had been.  “Because I am completely in love with her.”

The kids gasped and started to cheer again and Anna had started to get emotional at the clear delight and support from their students.  She wiped at her glistening eyes as she looked back at Kristoff, and he raised his hand, waiting a moment to get enough of the chatter down to finish this. 

“Quiet, please,” he said loudly, his hand slipping into his pocket.  “Quiet down!”  The noise died and Kristoff took one last nervous swallow, slowly turning to Anna and sinking to his knee.  “I was wondering if Miss A, would like to become Mrs. B?”

Anna’s hands flew to her mouth as the gym erupted with excited screaming.  All Kristoff could do was look at her in question as his words would be drown out by the excited teenagers.  She nodded an enthusiastic yes before offering him her hand to slip the ring onto.  As soon as it was in place he was up on his feet, pulling her into a protective hug while the students carried on their joy for their teachers.   He knew she was going to be shocked, made evident to him in the way she was shaking in his arms, but he knew she would appreciate his plan. 

And she did.  Later that night, after a celebratory dinner, she confided in him how wonderful his gesture was to include their kids, and how special she felt. 

Then they made love and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

THE NEXT WINTER

“Yo, Mrs. B!”

Anna turned around and ducked anticipating what was about to happen.  The snowball sailed over her head and she gave the now eighth graders a stern look, even though she couldn’t help but smile.  “Get your butts to class, gentlemen!”

The boys laughed and took off to their door with Kristoff chuckling beside her.  “Seem’s like I’m just chopped liver to them now,” he said.  “Those snowballs used to have my title on them.”

Anna laughed.  “Don’t worry.  It’s the first snowfall of the season.  I am sure the next one will have Mr. all over it.”

Kristoff hummed his amusement and him and Anna continued to shovel the walks.  They decided to do it together since it would get done faster, and Kristoff mentioned to her that he was genuinely relived not to see a bunch of faces watching him from the staff room window anymore.

The whole junior high body was invited to their wedding ceremony.  Not to it proper, of course that would have been crazy, but to watch the live stream if they were so inclined.  After the first couple days of their honeymoon, Anna had checked and was surprised to see how many people had actually watched it.  There were tons of wonderful and supportive comments.

Those first two weeks of newlywedded bliss exploring the fjords of Norway, had been the best of Anna’s entire life aside from the day she married her best friend.  Kristoff was the most wonderful person she had ever met in her life, and she was thankful to be able to call him her husband.

They finished shoveling and returned to their classrooms to begin preparing for the day, when the principal made an announcement that he would like all the junior high students to assemble in the gym.   Anna ushered her kids out of the classroom and received a concerned and questioning look from Kristoff when she met him in the hallway. 

She shrugged her shoulders and kept back the smile that was fighting to form her lips.  Anna had truly adored the way that Kristoff had proposed, but still vowed to herself to get him back. 

The teachers gathered in the corner while the kids huddled together, sitting on the floor and waiting for whatever they were about to be told.  The principal came in, greeted everyone, and got the ball rolling.

“Quiet down, please,” he said, gesturing with his hands for the kids to settle.   “I’ve called you all in her to receive an announcement from one of our teachers.  Mrs. Bjorgman, you have the floor.”

Kristoff’s head whipped in her direction and he stared at her with shock, so Anna decided to get it out while she still had the nerves.

“Well, I have to say that I am going to be taking a leave of absence.” 

The students started to murmur with concern and Kristoff went so far as to reach out and grab her hand.

“Anna?” he asked quietly, his tone full of worry.

Anna looked back at him, gave hum a gentle smile, and returned to the kids.  “I will be taking leave of my position at the end of April.”

Hands shot up with questions and Anna felt Kristoff squeeze her hand firmly but did not look over at him yet.  She picked Brie, since she was sitting in the front row.  “Yes, Brie?”

The grade sevener frowned.  ““Are you coming back?” 

“Yes, of course.”

The students started to murmur louder and Anna picked another kid with their hand up.  “Yes, Brandon?”

“How long will you be gone?”

The students quieted down immediately to hear the answer.  “A year.” 

More hands shot up and Anna felt Kristoff squeeze her hand again.  She picked another student.  “Yes, Samantha?”

“Why are you leaving?”

Anna finally looked at Kristoff, and his expression was in awe.  She knew he was too smart not to figure out what she was going to say next, and she smiled at him, eyes welling up with happy tears.

She turned back to the kids.  “Mr. B and I are going to have a baby.”

Much like Kristoff’s proposal, the kids cheered for them, and Anna let the tears come as Kristoff pulled her into a protective hug. 

“Anna, I am so happy,” Kristoff said, his voice wavering with emotion.  “I can’t believe you’ve kept this a secret for four months.”

Anna laughed, not at all surprised Kristoff had done the math.  She pulled back to look at his glassy eyes and happy smile.  “Well, I had to get you back for that surprise proposal.  So… surprise!”

He chuckled, and pulled her into another hug, the volume of the kids rising as they began talking excitedly.  “This is the absolute best surprise,” he said in her ear.  “Thank you, Anna.”

Anna hugged him back tighter.  Her heart was happy and full, and she could not wait to meet their first baby in the spring.

#A Snow Angel and a Substitute #Cee wrote this mess #Kristoff #Anna #Kristanna #Kristanna modern au #oneshot #meet cute #end half is inspired by a repost of a cute teacher proposal on TikTok - Kudos to that op #also yeah the title is kinda stupid but I wrote this really quick wanted to share and honestly can't come up with anything else LOL

[thecassadilla]

Fierce & Feisty Friday

I was tagged by @loonysama and @annaofthenorthernlights - thank you both for tagging me!!! 💕

This snippet is from my most recent chapter of Still Falling For You, a Kristanna fic inspired by the television show Downton Abbey. In this scene, Anna and Hans get into a heated argument after Anna expresses concern about Kristoff's whereabouts. Trigger warning: this snippet contains non-graphic violence and mentions of blood.

“Have you always been this arrogant?” Anna asked defensively, a bit surprised by the bite in her tone. “Or is your belief that servants are not people, but rather disposable and unimportant subhumans a fairly recent development?”

“Good god, I always knew that women were emotional, but you truly take it to a new extreme,” Hans rebuked. “I may be arrogant, but you are incredibly naïve if you believe that people like us are on par with servants.” 

“My belief that servants are human and deserve to be treated well is the opposite of naïve. It’s…kind. Compassionate, even.”

“You’re a bloody fool,” he growled, narrowing his eyes at her. 

“How come you never seem to have anything nice to say about me? I thought you cared for me?”

“I do care for you, but I cannot overlook the qualities that make you so… disagreeable. You’re ill-mannered, cloddish, and constantly distracted, and an awful lot of nonsense comes spewing out of your mouth before you even realize what it is that you’re saying. We’ve spent half the afternoon talking about a missing footman and your endearment for the lower classes, for heaven’s sake!”

Though she loathed the idea of crying in front of him, hot tears pricked the corners of her eyes, threatening to overflow at any moment. She clenched her hands into fists by her side, her jaw tightening as she resisted the urge to stomp her foot on the ground like a petulant toddler. “I will not stand here and allow you to continue to bully me.”

“Oh? And what do you plan to do, pray tell?”

Unable to think clearly and rationally about the potential consequences of her actions, Anna threw her fist forward, managing to hit Hans square in the nose. She recoiled just as quickly, a throbbing pain radiating from her knuckles as Hans’ hands flew up to cover his face. 

“You wicked little shrew! Look what you’ve done!” he yelled, blood leaking through the gaps between his fingers.

Anna froze in place, her heart stopping as her blood ran cold and she realized the gravity of the situation before her. 

Tagging anyone who wants to participate 💕

#kristanna #kristanna fanfiction #anna #kristoff bjorgman #hans #temporary anna x hans #frozen #frozen fanfiction #my writing #fierce & feisty friday

[ericmicael]

The importance of Weselton and "Frozen 3".

"Queen Anna has a lot on her plate. She has welcomed Disa, the Queen of the small neighboring nation and her people to Arendelle when their kingdom is flooded. Disa is eager to learn about the scientific nature of magic.

Also in Arendelle is Lord Wolfgang, the Duke of Weselton’s nephew, on an apology tour for his uncle’s behavior. He very much wants to secure Queen Anna’s forgiveness and hopes to convince the people of Arendelle of the merits of trade with Weselton.

When a mysterious fire happens at the castle and the Spirits of Nature start acting up Elsa, Anna, and Disa travel to the Enchanted Forest to uncover the cause, where they discover mysterious steam-powered copper machines: automatons.

Where do the automatons come from and what are they doing? Who is directing them? Most importantly, how do Elsa, Anna, and Disa stop them from upsetting the natural balance of the Enchanted Forest and Arendelle?"

It's curious how Disney seems to like this character or rather how it likes any character other than the movie's villain, aka Hans.

Even the butler Kai had more prominence in the post "Frozen 1" than the sociopathic prince if you exclude "Disney Magic Kingdoms" which seems to be the only place that fans of the Northuldra tribe and Hans can see their characters being developed ("Polar Nights" had mentions of the tribe perhaps confirming certain events in the mobile game regarding ElsaMaren). But at least fans of the Northuldra tribe can argue that Disney only works seriously with the tribe when it has some Sami involved, Hans fans at the moment can tell that the prince is still doing the same thing he was doing "Frozen Fever " or that it was teleported into "Big Hero 6" (with that crossover from "Tangled" to "Frozen" looking like it's become canon I don't doubt that crossover will too if the prince remains absent).

But the Duke really is becoming almost a case in point. He is very present in the Frozenverse, having several encounters with the sisters and visits to Arendelle, and besides this mention where he talks about a nephew (I don't think it's the same nephew from the podcast, but who knows. Mari Mancusi has already rescued characters from the comics to include in the books so if someone looked at this illustrated book and decided to include the Duke's nephew in the podcast making the relationship between them less complicated I won't be surprised).

Also included were other Weselton members such as Leopold and Lutz.

I really don't care about Hans, but even I, who consider myself an admitted hater of the sociopathic prince, find this whole situation strange. Hans has twelve siblings, a background we so far don't know because he's hated by his siblings and parents (as I find bullying for being the youngest a very simple reason, I'd bet Hans is secretly a bastard child), and his own father is considered a being perhaps even more despicable than the youngest son himself. But does Disney prefer to create relatives of the Duke of Weselton instead.

Duke of Weselton was the villain that Disney decided to use when they decided to drop Hans from the plans. Probably because the Duke is comic relief which makes him more cartoonish and less real as some have argued would be the reason for Disney's prejudice towards Hans.

And I still can't consider that this podcast would be the "Forest of Shadows" from "Frozen 3" as some are considering, a prologue to the movie. The KristAnna engagement will take place in the Anthology, due to the date the podcast will come earlier, perhaps it will give a teaser of what we can expect from the future (I hope for the plot involving machines). And Kristoff's book as far as we know will only talk about Kristoff and maybe reveal his whole past.

Before "Frozen 3" I still believe that there will be something more relevant, but nothing happens after the KristAnna wedding (if I already think that Disney extends too much the night that happened the accident involving Elsa's magic, those months between F2 and the KristAnna wedding will be extended 3x times). Disney is not going to miss the opportunity to promote the wedding on film (even if the film takes place 3 years after the wedding) or in a short film.

A new book or even a podcast? Just not being another series focused on Olaf for me will be interesting. And preferably without other relatives of the Duke who I'm starting to get tired of reading and hearing the word Weselton.

#frozen podcast #duke of weselton #frozen 3 #prince hans

[annaofthenorthernlights]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @firawren

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 123 (year 2021-2024)

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 1,036,044

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Frozen, Beauty & The Beast (Disney 1991), a little Encanto, House of the Dragon

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Instincts – or the beast inside (E-rated, my first batb1991)

Bury me in your fur (E-rated, batb1991)

Blame it on the books (E-rated, batb1991)

The beach case (T rated, Frozen, collaborated work with @hiptoff)

Love can see the good (T-rated, my first Frozen fanfic)

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, I do! That´s a must 😊

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don´t have angsty endings, but might happen within a fic – f.e. Fall to rise (Gaston redemption au)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All my fics have happy endings 😊. One that means a lot to me is Never too late (Frozen, kristanna elderly residence au, where old Kristoff/Anna fall in love)

8. Do you get hate on fics? Thanks heavens no.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yep, I do! Well, not on my very first writings. The naughtiness grew along the ride 😊

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Yes, I do – and the craziest is surely All you need is love... actually (Frozen, Brave, Hercules, Moana) and Smut in space (crazily E-rated, Frozen x batb1991) - which is losely based on the legendary christmas movie "Love actually)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I pray not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I translated my own fic Boat ship into German (Boot-ship ahoi) a kristanna vacation au (rated T)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I did the collaborated fic-writing together with @hiptoff as mentioned at 4. (does that count?)

14. What’s your all time favourite ship? Anna/Kristoff, Belle/Adam (Belle/Beast)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?  "Of sweet delight in physicality" (title might change…), a hotd canon divergent au, pairing: Alicent Hightower/Laerys Strong, where Alicent and Laerys meet as kids and become friends, Alicent caring deeply for the crippled boy until they grow older and fall in love, but need to hide it due to Alicent´s fate of arranged marriage with king Viserys.

16. What are your writing strengths? Fluff, definitely fluff & dialogues (I must give credit to @hiptoff again who was my very idol for dialogues in the beginning of my writing years). And I think my descriptions of atmosphere and sceneries are draw the reader right into the middle of things (that´s what I have been told 😊)

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Angst (that´s longer than just one chapter… lol), hurt, diving into very deep feelings and just scratching at the top to get the fic going…

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I am currently working on a novel in German, but that´s mostly for Nanowrimo…

19. First fandom you wrote for? Frozen

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

That´s a hard one, because I think I love all my fanfics equally the same (seriously), but I think I am very proud on my first fanfic baby “Love can see the good” (kristanna, canon divergent au, post Frozen 2 where I wanted to tell the story of Anna/Kristoff from breaking the damn and going back to Arendelle up to Anna´s coronation and finally a kristanna wedding). And currently I am posting the sequel Love can see beyond. So, this series is my longest and hardest worked on fanfic for Anna/Kristoff and I care deeply for them.

Tagging all for fun @luthien-under-bough @hiptoff @justfrozenthings @sweetpeapod @99goosebumps @shield-agent78 @reconciledviolence729 @endlesstwanted

#tag game #ask game #my writing #fanfiction #frozen #batb1991 #other fandoms

[lelitachay]

Frozen fanfiction: Søsken

Summary: An accident in the North mountain forces Elsa to spend several weeks in her brother’s apartment under Anna’s care. And during this time, Anna begins to notice there are peculiar things about Elsa’s life she wished she could understand. Everything starts to make sense after a family reunion.

Modern AU. Kristanna - Frohana - Kristoff & Elsa BrOTP.

Links:

Fanfiction.net - HERE

AO3 - HERE

Tumblr - Chapters 1 to 10 - Here   Chapters 11 to 20 - Here Chapters 21 to 30 - Here Chapters 31 to 40 - Here -

Show yourself - Part II

Closing the apartment's door behind her, Elsa drew in a couple of deep breaths and made up her mind about going after Marshall. Finding out he had done something so incredibly irresponsible just for her own sake made her blood burn. He was supposed to know better. He was the clever one of the two. The pragmatic one — she wasn't even sure pragmatic meant what she believed, but Anna had used that word once before.

He'd had the chance to stop her and avoid another accident, and he hadn't taken it. He had simply gone after her. It would have been so simple to just fall asleep and the next day find herself with a sutured hand and Marshall demanding an explanation. Of course, it wouldn't have been easy, she'd have been afraid and ashamed and she probably would have tried to run away, like she always did. But at least she wouldn't have faced her biological parents nor made Kai and Gerda worry… Things would have been so much simpler!

She had wanted to fall asleep so bad that night. The moment her panic attack was over, she had almost surrendered to exhaustion. But she hadn't let herself do it, knowing too well she could have still hurt him. Becoming blissfully unaware would have been a gift sent from above, no matter how much she hated those drugs. And for that reason, she hated — and loved — the fact Marshall hadn't taken the easy way out.

She walked out of the building and into the street, and at that moment, Elsa's anger seemed to vanish. As soon as she set foot on the empty street, it was soon replaced by apprehension. Her feet felt glued to the pavement and the trembling in her hands returned when she noticed Marshall's old SUV parked only a few metres away from the main entrance.

She hadn't thought of anything to say to him. But now that she was only a few metres away, she had to come up with something. She couldn't let her fear of rejection control her. She needed to face him and talk for once. At least to let him know how incredibly stupid and stubborn he had been. Thinking he was capable of controlling any situation would get him killed one day.

She took one tentative step and then another. She knew she should hurry and knock on his window. He had been parked there for over half an hour, and Elsa knew patience wasn't one of his virtues. Not to mention, it was safest for her to just get in the car before her concentration slipped and snow began to fall in the middle of the street.

She took another step and suddenly the SUV's tail lights turned on bright red. The engine started, and a sense of dread took over Elsa. The fear of not having a second chance got to her and finally helped her find the courage she desperately needed. She rushed to the passenger's door and knocked on the window just before the car began moving.

"Marshall, I— It's me." It was useless to clarify it, but maybe if he heard her voice he'd know she was ready to talk. Even if she wasn't. She'd never be.

She watched him pull the parking brake lever and lean over the door to open it. The moment the door did, Elsa sighed in relief. At least she hadn't lost him yet… She silently got into the car and softly closed the door. It didn't shut and Marshall leant over her to do it a second time with a loud bang. Having him so close made Elsa tremble and she had to concentrate on her powers not to let them slip. At that moment she realised she hated the way he made her feel sometimes.

"I thought you wouldn't come," he said, as he let the handle go and slowly put some distance between them.

He was still too close for comfort, but she guessed it was better to try to control her powers for a few more minutes than to never see him again. The mere thought of it made her realise Anna had been mistaken. There were some people who were worth holding your breath for. She'd hold her powers back as long as she needed if it meant Marshmallow would stay around.

"I needed some minutes…" She felt stupid saying that after making him wait for over half an hour. "To get my shit together." She used his exact words, to let him know she had been listening.

He looked at her for a few seconds, to finally fix his eyes on what Elsa guessed was her hair. At that moment she realised she had left in a hurry, her hair still wet and undone. She rarely wore it that way, since it constantly got in her way.

"Did you take a shower?" he asked, nonplused.

Blood rushed to her face and she couldn't hide her consternation. The last thing she needed was for Marshall to think she had made him wait for something so vain. "No. I mean, yes. But not for some stupid reason…"

"It helps you control the snow…" He concluded, more to himself than anyone else. "Are you feeling better now?"

She nodded, unsure of what else to say. His tone of voice was serious and it felt strange to hear him acknowledge her powers, but she was grateful he was still looking out for her.

"Where do you want to go?" He asked, as he fastened his seatbelt.

"Somewhere far away from people," she said, as she did the same. She was hoping he'd understand the reason why. "Is that possible?"

"I'll think of something."

They drove in silence for several minutes and exited the town. Marshall's attention was on the route at all times and he only looked at Elsa for a few seconds, when a right turn forced him to. They both were quiet people. It wasn't the first time they found themselves in his car driving in complete silence; but it was the first time Elsa felt the air so tense and the silence unnatural between them. What she liked about Marshall was how simple existing next to him was. It wasn't supposed to be the way it was at that moment.

Not being able to tolerate the situation anymore, she was the first to break the silence. "I was afraid you had already left by the time I left Kristoff's apartment."

"I was about to," he said. His voice didn't show any emotion. "I thought you wouldn't change your mind"

"I'm sorry I made you wait." They both looked like crap and it was clear none had slept more than a couple of hours the last few days. The least she could do was to start apologising for all the trouble she had caused and was still causing.

Several more minutes went by in silence and Elsa was starting to regret getting in the car. Marshall was mad, she could tell, and she doubted anything she'd say would change the way he now saw her.

"I thought you wanted to talk…" she tried again. She didn't want to talk about her powers, but anything would feel better than the silent treatment she was getting. The longer they stayed quiet, the more anxious she got, causing her powers to begin tickling under her fingertips.

"You wanted to be far away." He barely looked at her from the corner of his eye. "We'll talk when we get there."

"Where are we going?"

"Away from people, as you requested."

Once again his tone of voice didn't give Elsa any clue about the way he was truly feeling, and Elsa's heart rate began to accelerate. Forcing her to concentrate even harder to keep her powers under control.

"You're mad at me," she said, hoping addressing the situation would finally make him talk.

"No, I'm not."

But once again he was like a wall, impenetrable, and Elsa was forced to spend the rest of the trip in silence, fighting against her powers and hoping they'd get there soon enough.

---

After another agonising thirty minutes, Marshall finally drove off the main route and into a dirt trail that got lost between high mountains. He had taken her request to heart, Elsa realised, and he was driving them both to the middle of nowhere.

"Where are we?"

"It's Sølv mountain."

"Is it far from our mountain?"

"This is to the South of Trolheim."

Marshall continued driving in the rocky path until he got to what seemed to be a small plain used for parking vehicles.

"I can't see any cars," Elsa said, unsure if the place Marshall had chosen was safe for them to be.

"People don't come here."

He stopped the car and got out, not saying another word to her. Elsa understood she was supposed to follow and so she did. She took a couple of long strides to get to him. He hadn't stopped to wait for her and he was already walking into the dense forest when she finally reached him.

"They don't?" She continued the conversation, knowing there was no point in complaining that he was walking faster than her legs could keep up. Sometimes she hated how tall he was.

Slightly turning his head in her direction, he answered, "No. Not the common folks, at least. There are no registered slopes, no parking lot, no nothing."

"Why?" Not even Elsa herself knew why she was suddenly so interested in knowing more about the mountain. But she guessed that all she really wanted was for him to continue talking to her.

"Its natural slopes aren't accessible." He ducked, avoiding a branch and then held it for Elsa to walk without a problem. She smiled at him and murmured a thank you. "And even if they were," he continued. "The sun only reaches them during midday hours. It can get too cold for people to enjoy their time here."

"The forest looks beautiful, even in the dark."

"It is beautiful," he agreed. "People don't take the time to come here and explore. But getting to do so is worth the trouble. Come on."

Elsa turned around and noticed she could no longer see the plain where they had parked the SUV, and a sudden feeling of dread consumed her. She trusted him. Of that she was sure, but Marshall was probably not thinking straight at that moment and they could get lost easily. "Where are we going?"

"As far as we can get."

"Isn't it a bit late to go exploring?" In her opinion, they were too far away already.

"That's the beauty of summer evenings," he said as he turned around to make sure she was still following. "It's never too late to go hiking."

Not feeling comfortable with his idea, Elsa stopped dead in her tracks, wondering if she should turn around and try to go back home. Though it was too late for that, she realised.

Sensing her uneasiness, Marshall turned around, and offered her a small smile. He extended his good hand, hoping she'd continued walking. "Just a few metres. There's a place I want you to see."

Elsa nodded, feeling reassured by the fact that he knew where he was going at least. But she didn't take his hand, afraid of her powers going out of control and hurting him once again.

Marshall's smile dropped as he realised Elsa's hesitation. "Please, just follow me a few more metres."

His slumped shoulders made Elsa feel bad about doubting him, so she agreed and followed him a short distance until they made it out of the forest.

The white nights of the summer helped Elsa see what was probably one of the most beautiful landscapes she had seen in person. She hadn't travelled far in her life, it was true, but still she was surprised to find a place more stunning than the North mountain. It only made her wish she could see this place during the day. They stood together side by side on a cliff that oversaw a big lake, surrounded by mountains' slopes. The peaks of the mountains in the distance were still white with snow and there were parts with unmelted ice, proving the sunlight didn't reach most parts, as Marshall had said.

"Remember that hike we postponed last Autumn?" Marshall asked when he noticed how mesmerised she was by the sights.

"The one we couldn't do because Kristoff was coming to visit?" It had been a few days before Kristoff and Anna visited and she broke her leg.

Now that she saw what she had missed, part of her wished she had said yes to him and postponed her brother's visit instead. There was no guarantee she wouldn't have broken her leg a week later, but it was nice to dream about all the things that could have gone differently.

He nodded and smiled. "I wanted to bring you here. I was sure you'd love this frozen lake and the snow slopes surrounding it. It doesn't look like it right now, but it can be breathtaking."

"How did you find this place?"

"My grandfather used to bring me here," he said. A bigger smile drew on his face at the memory. "He said it was the first place he thought about when he decided to build his house in the mountains. He then realised it was almost impossible to live in the area — too difficult to get to the city during the winter."

Elsa was certain both of them were using the mountains as an excuse at that point. If they continued their conversation, they could pretend things were not wrong between them. For a short moment, they could pretend his arm wasn't burnt and Elsa didn't have ice powers.

Or so she believed, until he continued speaking. "You know, I'm convinced that living in a place like this, in the middle of nowhere…It isn't normal. Only broken people do it."

Under any other situation, Elsa would have laughed at him. She would have thought it was one of his strange jokes. They both lived in the middle of nowhere after all.

"It was only after I admitted I had problems myself, and I decided to go fend for myself in the mountain, that I realised it." He looked at her, and his seriousness erased any doubts she had about it being a joke. "It made sense, you know? I was broken. It was only logical for me to stay far away from people."

"You think you're broken?"

"I'd like to think I'm not," he admitted as he looked at the lake once again. "But I can't seem to fit anywhere else. There's got to be something wrong."

"That's not necessarily true." Why on Earth would he think that way? Elsa couldn't stand it when he deprecated himself.

"I tried living in the city and failed miserably," he laughed humorlessly.

Elsa knew something had happened to him in town. Something that had made him throw away his education and his job and go back to the mountain. He never said what had happened, and since Elsa had her own secrets, she hadn't asked. "Does the city stress you out?"

"People do."

Elsa wanted to ask what he meant, but he cleared his throat and tried to divert attention from his answer. "Anyway," he said before she could speak. "One day you showed up in the North mountain and I started to doubt that idea. Maybe not everyone was broken, I said to myself after I got to know you. Maybe my grandfather was not a broken man, and maybe I wasn't either." He looked at her and Elsa knew it was his way of making sure she was listening. "For the longest time I wondered if I was correct or not. You were a puzzle. What on earth made a girl like you choose life in a place like this — or the North mountain — was beyond me. But now…"

Elsa gave him time to continue, but he stayed silent. He was hoping she understood where he was going. And Elsa did. It was clear what he was trying to imply and she couldn't deny it. "Now you know…"

"Now I know," he repeated. The way he avoided her eyes, Elsa knew he was as uncomfortable as she was about the truth coming to light. And she couldn't blame him. "Now I'm sure I was right all along too."

"So, you think I'm broken…" It was obvious he did, but the least Elsa expected was for him to say it without inhibitions. The way he always did.

"Am I mistaken?"

Once again he avoided saying the words, but his question was all the confirmation Elsa needed.

"No…" There was no point in denying it. He was right after all. She was broken, in more ways than he imagined.

But even if they both agreed, something in Marshall's face changed. It contorted in something akin to pain that Elsa didn't like seeing. He sighed and sat down, his legs hanging over the edge of the cliff. "I have no idea what you have been through, but I know people can be cruel as is. I can't even imagine what it must have been like for you…" He looked around and picked a small rock that he then threw far away and into the lake. They couldn't see it, but the faint splash of the rock hitting the water told them it had hit its target. He picked another rock and inspected it for a while as he continued speaking. "The way you reacted the other night, and how hard you've been trying to avoid me, gives me an idea though."

Not knowing what to say, Elsa sat down, her own legs hanging next to his. Part of her told her to sit farther away from him, or to stay standing — in case she needed to go. But deep down, she didn't want to. Maybe this was the last time the two of them had a moment together.

---

"I never meant to yell at you," Marshall said when he noticed her crestfallen expression. He was more than glad she had lowered her guard for just a moment and accepted they could have a quiet moment together, simply talking. "The last thing I wanted was to make you lose control. All I wanted to do was help you. But my ineptitude to control my emotions got in the way. I'm sorry."

It felt so strange to finally say what he had been repeating in his mind since the accident occurred. He had felt so guilty of being the cause Elsa lost control, and his conversation with Kristoff had done nothing to assuage it.

"What?" Elsa asked surprised, and it called his attention. "No. No, Marshmallow. You didn't do anything, I'm the one who—"

He was not going to deny he had been mad at Elsa during their days apart. But not once had he blamed her for what happened. He was not going to stay silent, listening to her taking the blame. "I don't know if you can truly control the snow or not. I don't know if you can use it at will or not. What I do know is you were trying to stop it, and stop me. And all I did was ignore you."

Elsa's silence told Marshall she didn't agree with him. And he wasn't surprised. None would give in, they were stubborn people after all. But Marshall's idea of talking involved Elsa saying something about herself at some point. He didn't mind the snow — powers as she called them. He was convinced they were more than just a burden to Elsa, no matter how much Kristoff had made it seem. But he couldn't be sure until Elsa opened up and told him about them.

"I'd love for you to show me what you can do," he said after a few minutes in silence. "I want you to trust me and give me a chance to get to know you."

Turning her head slightly towards him, she asked, "You're not afraid of me?"

The pain in her eyes told him to be careful about his answer. He wouldn't minimise the way he felt, but he'd try his best not to hurt her further. People in her past life had probably hurt her enough. "I'm hurt and confused, but not afraid, no. I thought we were closer than this. I thought you trusted me."

"I do," she said, surprised that was what concerned him.

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

Looking down at his left, injured, hand, Elsa let out a trembling sigh and said, "I was afraid… of the way you'd react."

It hurt. Even if he accepted they hadn't been close from the start, Marshall believed they were closer than that and Elsa wouldn't be afraid of him and his short temperament. "I know I sometimes lose my temper, but I wouldn't hurt you. Much less for something that's out of your control. I can't say I understand your abilities. But I want to understand."

"I'm not afraid of you," Elsa promptly said. Turning her body to look at him. "I'm afraid of– I don't know how to explain it. I'm afraid of myself. Of the things I could do to you."

"What?"

"And at the same time, I'm afraid of people leaving me behind."

A sigh of relief escaped his lips. He didn't like finding out Elsa had so little trust in herself, but at least she wasn't afraid of him like he had feared. Deciding it was best to come clean about the way he felt, he said, "I'd rather get to know you, than leave you behind." It wasn't a confession, he knew. But it was the closest he could offer without making things more awkward between them.

"You would?"

He loved the way her eyes lit up at something so simple. He was offering the simplest thing he could and yet it seemed to mean the world to her. "If you'd let me," he said with a sad smile.

Elsa massaged her forehead and said with a dry laugh, "I've tried to hide my powers my whole life. It feels wrong to try to talk about them."

"You can stop hiding them now."

"I don't know how," she said honestly. "That's all I've ever done."

Marshall took a moment to think of something. He wasn't sure how to help Elsa open up about something so delicate. They weren't talking about something she had done. It wasn't an illness either. It was something that existed in her, and only her.

Suddenly finding a possible solution, he stood up from the floor. "Stand up," he said.

"What?"

"Come on. Stand up." He stretched his good hand for her to take, but once again Elsa ignored it.

"Why?" she asked.

"I want you to do it."

"Do what?"

"Do your thing. Show me what you can do." If she didn't know how to talk about it, then she could show him. There was no need for words.

"Do you want me to use my– No," she said, trying to hide her hands.

Her answer sounded definitive, but he wouldn't give in. "Please."

"No."

Not accepting her answer, he pulled her up from her good arm until she was standing. The disapproving look she gave him made him chuckle, but at least she hadn't pushed him away nor froze him to the floor. "There's no one around in kilometres." He spinned her around so she'd look him in the eyes. "It's just you and me," he reassured her with a smile.

The reddish-yellow light of the prolonged sunset lightened up her face, and for a moment he thought he saw her blush. But decided to ignore it, since there would be another time and place to think if what he had seen was not his mind playing tricks.

"I won't use my powers," Elsa said, pulling him back to reality and their conversation, which was a lot more important than whatever he felt for her.

"There's no other way than to show me who you are." He wanted to keep a positive attitude and show her he trusted her. He was certain it was all about trust. "I'll stand over here. And you'll do your thing over there." He pointed to the edge of the cliff, where they had recently been sitting.

"No, Marshall."

"Have you used your powers in front of Kristoff?"

"Yes."

"Anna?"

Somewhat ashamed, she nodded.

"Then why won't you use them in front of me?" He didn't want to seem jealous but there had to be a reason she wouldn't open up in front of him.

"It's not the same." She was no longer looking at him, and it made his patience run thinner.

"You don't trust me." He took a couple of deep breaths to calm down and remind himself that this was about reassuring Elsa, not about his own insecurities.

"Why do you insist on that? Of course I do." Elsa sounded honest and ready to contradict him if he said otherwise.

"Then prove it," he said, putting his hand on her shoulder. "Use your powers."

But to his frustration, she stayed silent once again and didn't move at all.

"You won't ever feel comfortable around me otherwise. And I won't ever understand who you are. Please, use them."

Elsa looked at her back towards the cliff, and then back at him. "You'll stay over here?"

"Yes."

"You won't move?"

A smile drew on his face. "No."

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Elsa took a few deep breaths and walked the distance between Marshall and the edge of the cliff. Marshall's idea wasn't bad, she'd direct her powers away from him and into the lake down below. Technically, he wouldn't be at risk as long as he stayed away. But she couldn't deny she was terrified of what she was about to do. The only thing that made her want to do it was Marshall. He seemed so sincere and eager to see what she could do, she couldn't deny him what he wanted. She only hoped his eagerness wouldn't transform into fear at some point.

Extending her right hand in front of her, and being as careful as she could, she let her powers manifest. She created some snowflakes, nothing big. And let them float over her shaky hand. After a few seconds, she closed her hand and let them fall naturally. She couldn't see them touch the surface of the water at the bottom of the cliff, but she felt them disappear.

The silence at her back didn't help her keep her heartbeat steady. Marshall hadn't made a sound since she began her demonstration and she didn't dare turn around. She kept her gaze fixed on the lake where the snowflakes had disappeared. She could only draw a shuddering breath in and keep waiting for him to do or say something.

Her eyes widened when she heard him walk behind her. Before she had time to think, he was already standing next to her. And to her surprise, instead of saying anything, he extended his uninjured arm and copied the position her own hand had during her demonstration.

Finally finding the courage, she looked at him, trying to read his expression. He didn't look horrified like she expected him to be. On the contrary, his expression was completely calm and serene as he kept looking at his extended arm.

"This is… unbelievable," he finally said. He moved his hand a few times, pretending to throw something. "To think you can create snow with a simple movement of your hand." His voice was barely over a whisper, as if he was talking to himself, but Elsa could hear him perfectly well.

"You shouldn't be standing so close," she said, when she noticed their arms were almost touching. "I'm really nervous. And I'm seriously dangerous, Marshall. I can lose control any minute and—"

"Something so beautiful can't be dangerous," he said, not paying her much attention.

An unusually warm feeling took over her chest and her heart rate increased. She no longer knew if it was his presence, his words or what, but she was certain Marshall was messing with her head and that was bad. "Will you please stand over there?"

"Stop worrying," he said with a reassuring smile.

"Over there, Marshall." She pointed to his previous spot, away from the edge. She wouldn't forgive herself if something happened to him. Especially now that she realised he was being honest when he said he wasn't afraid.

"Fine," he murmured, somewhat annoyed. He walked back to his spot. "Do it again."

For some reason she would then regret, Elsa complied. And this time she extended both arms and stopped resisting her powers. Letting them go made her feel better, more calm, and so she allowed the snow to flow. She closed her eyes, and for the first time in days her body was free to do what it constantly begged for her to do. For a moment, she could forget Marshall was standing at her back, analysing every movement. For a short moment, everything seemed fine. But her inner peace was disrupted by Marshall's voice that suddenly sounded too close for comfort.

"How do you do it?" he asked, startling her.

Afraid of feeling Marshall so close, Elsa took an instinctual step back, trying to get away. But to her consternation, he was closer than she had imagined and she bumped into him. This alerted Elsa's powers and ice manifested on the floor, sending them both to the ground as they slipped.

Once on the ground, Elsa tried to get away from Marshall but he put his arms around her and hugged her tight against his chest. "Hey, hey! Where are you trying to go? The cliff's right in front of you!" he said, the fear evident in his voice.

Elsa tried to fight against his tight grip, but he was bigger and stronger, not allowing her to escape anywhere. "I asked you to stay over there! What part don't you understand about me being dangerous?!" she yelled, angry that he couldn't follow a simple request. Some more ice manifested under them, but none of them noticed.

"I know you're not going to hurt me. Not on purpose. The same way you know I'm not going to…" He looked around trying to find an example he could use. "I don't know– Push you over the edge!"

"You pushing me doesn't depend on the way you feel or how nervous you are! My powers do!" she snapped and looked at him over her shoulder.

"Want to bet?" He said playfully, and Elsa felt her anger raise again.

"This isn't time for one of your stupid jokes! I'm serious. If I hurt again I won't be able to forgive myself." Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears. "I care about you! Don't you see?!"

Elsa expected him to snap as well and counter her with something ridiculous. But to her surprise, he tightened his hold, ignoring completely how cold she was to the touch. "And I care about you," he said. "I want you to be yourself around me."

All of a sudden, all her worries, fears and frustrations, as well as the strange warm feeling she felt around him, became too overbearing and Elsa couldn't hold her tears back anymore. The moment one tear fell, the rest followed accompanied by a snowfall. She started sobbing in his arms, and Marshall only held her tight, giving her all the time she needed, understanding this was all too much for her.

After a few minutes in silence, when her tears and the snow subsided, Elsa turned around as best as she could in his arms and said, "If I say step back next time, will you step back?"

Marshall smiled at the implication that she was going to allow him near her powers in the close future. "I promise."

"You're a terrible liar," she laughed bitterly and rested her head on his shoulder. Closing her eyes and feeling the exhaustion of the day finally catching up.

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Elsa wasn't sure how long she had stayed in his arms, but she was thankful Marshall had kept holding her. His warmth was comforting and so different to her naturally cold body, she didn't want to put any distance between them. She concluded that using her powers had helped her regain some kind of control, and her usually unsteady powers were finally dormant. Allowing her to enjoy his closeness.

"I think your powers suit you," he said to her after a while. He sounded so serene, it didn't seem like they had been arguing that very same day.

"I hate them." She decided to be honest. There was no point in lying to someone who already knew your deepest secret.

"Why?"

"You said it yourself, I'm broken." Absent-mindedly, she began drawing imaginary shapes with her finger on the bandages that covered his injured arm. She needed a distraction and part of her didn't want to admit how much his words had hurt her.

"I don't think you're broken because of your powers," Marshall said, uncomfortable about the things he had said before. "I think you're broken because of the things people have done to you."

At that, Elsa sat up straight and silently asked Marshall to let her go. She turned around to face him and seriously asked, "Did Kristoff tell you about my past?"

"No." He shook his head. "But it doesn't take a genius to put two and two together. I know your life's been hard. Now I think I know the reason why…" He looked around, trying to make up his mind, before he asked, "Have people mistreated you?"

She didn't want to tell him everything. At least not yet. He let his anger take control too easily, and finding out the things she's lived through was not going to help anyone.

"I don't know what it feels like to be normal," she said, trying to divert the attention. "My powers have been part of me my whole life."

"They've always been there?"

"My first memories are about me using my powers. So, yes." Now that she thought about it, she had never told anyone that fact. If she closed her eyes, she could see herself sitting on top of a bunk bed, playing with some snow and laughing on her own. Things had felt so simple back then, it felt surreal to think that little girl had lived through so much. "They're as natural as breathing to me; but at the same time, they're so frustrating. I don't even understand how they work."

"But I'm sure there must be a lot of things you like about them."

"What's there to like about something that isolates you and hurts the people you care about?"

Both of them looked at Marshall's bandages. Elsa's guilt hadn't vanished just because things were right between them now. "I'm sorry about the other night…" she said. "I was just so afraid. They reacted on their own and—"

"Don't worry about it."

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean to push you away. I swear I tried to—"

"I said it's fine," he insisted, caressing her face with the back of his hand. "I should've listened to you."

Feeling her powers still under control, she smiled and placed her good hand in his. It felt good to know she could trust herself around him after everything that happened. "Thank you for not giving up on me, Marshmallow. I'd have never built up the courage to talk to you if you hadn't come looking for me. I was so afraid of losing you."

He returned the smile. "You'll need a lot more than some frost to get rid of me."

The warm feeling returned, and for some reason she couldn't explain, her powers felt even quieter under her skin. It was an unusual calmness that she'd welcome any day.

"It doesn't mean I'm not a curious man," he continued, surprising her. "I will start asking questions eventually. You don't make sense."

She rolled her eyes and laughed at him. It was a miracle he had lasted as long as he did without being straightforward. "You don't need to remind me, you know…"

"I don't mean it in a negative way. But it's the truth…" He held her hand in his and inspected it. Elsa held her breath, still a bit uncomfortable about him being so nonchalant about holding her hands. "Biologically speaking, you don't make sense."

"I get it," she said, wishing for him to drop the topic. It was true, but she'd rather pretend it wasn't so. At least for one day. "You wouldn't be the first who tries to understand how my body works."

He might have noticed the way her smile dropped since he didn't waste a moment to ask her if she was okay, to which Elsa only nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm just tired." She was not comfortable with where their conversation was heading, but it was also true she was feeling more and more exhausted.

"We should go back," he said, as he helped her stand up. "Let me take you home."

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I changed the ending of this chapter more times than I can count. There were so many things I wanted to include I couldn't really make up my mind.

These two had so many conversations that I later erased, I was starting to feel like an intruder in their little world. You may think I'm crazy, and you'd be right, but I swear that characters sometimes take the lead and you can only write what they want to say or do. So, if you've got any complaints, let me know so I can tell these two.

Anyway, I hope you've liked this chapter as well as the others. It's a bit different in my opinion. A bit more private. Like the one where Elsa and Anna stay up all night talking about Elsa's past. But it was necessary. I think Marshall deserved to know, you know?

Please, let me know what you think. Your comments make my day. You already know that!

A big thank you to all of you who have taken the time to read and comment on previous chapters.

Read you soon, people! Take care.

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