#oh shit same with kristoff I just realized

[darthpastry]

Any of you ever have a dream where Link (TotK) and Kristoff (Frozen) were being sold as anti-authority action figures or is it just me?

#tbh link would be anti authority if his wife wasn’t the authority #oh shit same with kristoff I just realized #link totk #link #tloz #zelda #breath of the wild #legend of zelda #the legend of zelda #tears of the kindom #tears of the kingdom #totk #loz totk #totk link #zelink #kristoff #frozen #disney frozen

[gryfon-spanish-werewolf]

Cuddle Corner (Part 2)

A long time coming, literally ~5 years, the sequel to the original Cuddle Corner. This one was highly requested on ao3 and ff.net, but honestly? I wanted it just as bad.

This story is dedicated to @fruipit. One because your enthusiasm for the original was so energizing, and two, because I still owe you a larger fic but here I am on the one-year-anniversary of that to offer this one instead xD

Edit: for those who love to favorite and comment: ao3 and ff.net are now available!

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The background buzz of the mall’s food court droned around Anna and Kristoff as they dug into their meals. Work would come calling soon, but it was their lunch break, and the reuben’s they made here were well worth the drive, the parking nightmare, and the overpriced soft drink that came with it.

Kristoff watched Anna. While generally a reserved man, his quiet was different now, observant. After devouring half of his sandwich, the rest remained practically untouched, but Anna was too busy enjoying her food to notice. Too busy that is, until Kristoff cleared his throat.

“I think you should go back.”

Her sandwich stopped halfway to her mouth. "We are not talking about this." "Anna..." Kristoff leaned forward, posture set firm. Anna met his gaze with equal and opposite determination - and to her credit, she gave it her all. But it was like trying to bully a mountain by throwing pebbles, and eventually she closed her eyes, giving in with a measured inhale and exhale. "You know why I can't." "Yeah, so you've told me." "Then you'll have to forgive me for being short," Anna scowled. "I thought I'd made it clear that that could never be allowed to happen again." "So, what?” Kristoff raised an eyebrow. “You're just going to keep yourself on house arrest and never interact with another human being ever again?" Anna put her meal down. Based on the way her stomach was already tightening in knots, she wasn't getting back to it anyway. "Of course not, that's absurd." Kristoff spread his arms, awaiting an explanation. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I care about you, Anna." Kristoff's face softened. "I won't go so far as to say I know how you feel, because I know that I don't and never truly will. But I do know you. And you haven't been yourself since that appointment." Anna stared at the tabletop, arms close to center. "I know you don't want to talk about it," Kristoff continued, "but whatever happened–"

“Nothing happened!” Anna shouted, drawing concerned looks from the other patrons. The words cut like glass. Her throat felt raw, heart bleeding as it pumped jagged pieces through her chest. She drew her hands back even further when Kristoff offered his own from across the table. She couldn’t. Not now.

God, she hated crying.

A foot nudged hers gently. Anna blinked back the tears, remembering where she was and who she was talking to. This was Kristoff, and he knew her better than anyone.

“Anna, you’re hurting.” He tapped his foot on top of hers, doing it again when she remained silent. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, “but I can’t watch that big goofy heart of yours shrink in on itself any longer.”

He paused and Anna felt the sharp teeth of dread.

“Was it Elsa?”

Anna’s eyes widened. “No! No, Elsa was… Elsa was perfect.”

“You said it reminded you of before.”

“And I stand by that, sort of.” Another nudge and this time Anna tapped Kristoff’s foot back, bringing a smile to his brown eyes. She gave him one of her own, small and weak in comparison. “Elsa was completely professional. We established boundaries and she constantly checked in on me to make sure I was okay. She never did anything without my say-so and she cared about my well-being.” Anna’s expression soured. “Which is exactly where everything went wrong. We hugged, sat together, swapped stories. I felt like I’d known her my whole life! I was even brave enough to put my head in her lap. I got so caught up that I forgot why I can’t do that sort of thing anymore.”

Kristoff offered his hand again and she took it, grateful for his patience. “When that timer went off, everything came flooding back. Everything. Guilt and fear and crushed hope. I threw all of it in her face. Elsa, she... she didn’t deserve that.” Anna’s shoulders dropped with the admission, a weight slipping the ground. She glanced up at Kristoff and shrugged awkwardly. “You know the rest. I’ve avoided talking about it and spent all my free time at home, trying to get my shit together.” She inhaled shakily. “I really thought I was done with this.”

A soothing thumb brushed the back of her hand. She tentatively reached out with her sneaker, warmth softening the sharp edges in her chest when Kristoff bumped her back.

“I’m guessing that means you haven’t called her back, even though you have her card.” Kristoff leaned forward. “You… do still have it?”

Anna nodded. “Right where I left it, stuffed as far down into my jacket pocket as possible.”

“I think you should call her,” He said after a moment of thought.

“Kristoff.” Anna took back her hand, bottom lip caught between her teeth. “I know you’re just trying to help but how many times do I have to say that we, Elsa and I, cannot be a thing? Being ‘a thing’ means spending time together, spending time together means we’ll be affectionate, and being affectionate leads to… more. A-And I can’t give, more.”

“Which is why I’m not suggesting that in the least,” Kristoff replied, face set. “I’m merely saying you call her so she doesn’t think you hate her.”

Ouch. That hurt.

“You’re not the kind of person to wrong someone,” Kristoff continued, “let alone wrong someone and not apologize.” More gently he added, “I know you enjoyed spending time with her, anxiety aside. You’re not even going to give her the chance? Not even to be friends? Professional chums?”

“I don’t know, Kristoff,” Anna crossed her arms. “Are you friends with your therapist?”

“Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Oh.”

Kristoff grinned. “You were expecting me to say no, weren’t you?” Anna eyed the rest of her meal by way of answer. “I know she’s not your therapist, and trust me, I understand the urge to keep absolutely everything between you and Elsa professional. But sometimes in a space like that, where it’s just the two of you, you have to be honest too. Sometimes the best way for them to help you is to… well, let them help you.”

“Eloquent.”

“Just another way of saying I’m right, which I will take, thank you.” 

Anna snorted at his antics, smiling a little too. But in the silence that followed the chilling trace of fear wound it’s way under her skin, trailing beneath her bones. She pressed her fingertips to her sternum. Heart and mind said two different things, and it was too soon to decide whether the fleeting spark of hope Kristoff was inspiring would save or destroy her.

“Please,” Kristoff pleaded, “no more of this. However you need to frame it -- for her sake or yours -- make things right with Elsa.” -------------

Anna steeled herself, dial pad staring accusingly when she hesitated again before punching in the number on the card. Her hand shook as she put the phone to her ear. 

She begged for voicemail.

"Hello?” Dammit. “Elsa speaking."

“H-Hey Elsa," she cleared her throat, suddenly hoarse. "It's Anna."

"Anna!" Came the joyful cry, "Wow, Anna I'm... I'm really glad to hear from you." Anna didn't know what to say so she didn't respond. "What can I help you with?"

"I um, I know it’s been forever since we met but I was thinking…” She took a deep breath. She wanted this, didn’t she? “I, wanted to see you again.”

Immediately Anna knew she’d screwed up. “In what way?” Elsa’s voice was dangerously low, cautious in a way that nearly broke Anna’s soft heart. No, not afraid of me, please no.

“As in an appointment,” Anna rushed, backpedaling so fast she felt dizzy.

"Really?” Elsa sounded back to normal, even delightfully surprised. “I mean, of course. That’s why I gave you my number after all.” She laughed, high and breathy. “When would you like to come in?"

Anna hadn't even checked her calendar. Could she be any less prepared? "Um," Anna racked her brain, trying to find an open slot, "how about Saturday?"

"Saturday is good. I have a noon and a four o'clock, whichever works better for you."

"Four is better."

"Great! I'll see you then," Elsa exclaimed. There was a moment of quiet, then, "And hey, Anna?"

Anna swallowed. Elsa's voice had changed again, completely. It was painfully searching, even if Elsa tried to hide with brevity. "Yeah?"

"Thanks... for giving me a second chance."

Elsa hung up, leaving Anna to wonder how she would manage to survive the next three days.

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The waiting room was all too familiar, despite the fact she hadn't been back in months. The music hadn't changed, the buddha statue was still fat and happy, and the reeds still looked fake. Or real. Or both.

A different receptionist checked her in, all smiles and good smells. Apricot, Anna realized as she found a seat. Easy, considering she was the only one here, but unfortunate, since all she really wanted to do was hide.

But Kristoff was right, this was going to be for the best. Elsa, though they'd only interacted for an hour, deserved much more than Anna’s surprisingly cold shoulder.

"Anna?" Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't heard the door open. She looked up and found a pair of eager blue eyes, tempered in a way they shouldn't be. Too cautious.

She'd been hurt.

Shit.

“I’m–. We… are ready to see you now.” Elsa waved her clipboard. “If you’ll just follow me.” 

Down the hall, past the same differently decorated rooms. Elsa’s open white button-down flared over black jeans as she walked, pale braided hair swinging back and forth delicately. It was nice, Anna thought, all these stark negatives against the baked clay hue of the walls and stained wood of the picture frames. Well, not negatives, Elsa could never be a negative, not like that. Anna was just appreciating the contrast–

She looked up when Elsa coughed. “We’re here,” she said for what must have been the second time. Anna immediately recognized it as the same room they’d been in when she was here last.

“Is this your room then?” she asked, moving inside.

Elsa shook her head. “We get a room assigned at random unless the client specifies. Technically you got the one two doors down but I thought since you knew this one and I didn’t want you to feel…” Her eyes changed, losing their confidence. “Unless you wanted another room, then–”

“Thank you,” Anna stopped her, touched by her concern. “This one is perfect.”

Elsa closed the door and handed over the clipboard. “So. Anna. Sign a few places and we can get started, same as last time.” She froze, searching Anna’s face. “Or not the same since, well…,” she trailed off.

They both looked at the door handle.

Anna swallowed, fighting the anxiety suddenly clogging up her throat. She realized that if this was going to work, she was the one who needed to set expectations too. Anna scribbled her name, then tucked the pen under her thumb and held out her other hand, palm up. “It won’t be the same,” she said with a confidence she was still finding. “It’ll be better.”

She saw Elsa hesitate, meeting Anna’s gaze instead. Her expression was schooled but Anna saw the cheer in her eyes. “That’s cheating,” she replied, humor lending warmth to her voice, “your time hasn’t started.”

“Then let’s start.”

Now Elsa smiled, unfiltered and without shadow.

Elsa set another timer on her phone, laying it down on the table. Caught up by the slowly ticking numbers on the screen, Anna nearly started when Elsa took the hand she’d offered before. Thankfully, Anna turned the reflex into a motion towards the bed. “Shall we?”

Elsa raised an eyebrow. “Who are you and what have you done to Anna Fields?” She chuckled, but let herself be led across the room.

“Ms. Fields has had a lot of time to think.” Anna settled herself on the side of bed, dropping her purse off her shoulder. “And she’s got some things to say.”

The mattress dipped on her right as Elsa settled next to her. Their hands were still connected. Anna took a deep breath, settling her nerves, “Starting with, ‘I’m sorry’.” Elsa made a humming noise and rubbed her thumb across Anna’s knuckles. “I’m sorry that I left things the way I did, I promise I’m not usually so… volatile. I know I didn’t explode on you or anything but, it must have felt like a switch got flipped. One second perfectly relaxed, the next…” In her mind Anna heard the timer again, felt the tightening pull of her muscles, saw the half remembered steps to the door. Her free hand clenched over her knee. “A-And I wouldn’t look at you, I couldn’t.” She felt Elsa’s eyes on her now, and the irony that Anna was struggling to meet her gaze, still, wasn’t lost on her.

When a few moments passed without either speaking, Elsa shifted, kicking her shoes off and pulling her legs up onto the bed. “I know you have more to say, and I want to hear it. But we are the Cuddle Corner after all. Can we try this?” Elsa moved behind her, then turned her back and sat cross-legged, facing the opposite wall. “I think you’ll like this one,” she said, speaking a little louder so her voice carried. “Just mirror what I’m doing, and rest your back against mine.”

Anna thought about it, but only for a moment before she reoriented herself and slowly eased against Elsa. Then she shifted, straightening her back and sitting up taller. Of course Elsa had good posture. At least, better than her own.

“Relax,” Elsa said calmly, though Anna heard the distinct upward lilt of humor buried in that one word. “And when you’re ready, place the back of your head on mine, too.”

Anna could feel every one of Elsa’s breaths, expanding lightly against her spine. It was distracting, but pleasantly so, soothing and gentle. Finally Anna tilted her head back, looking straight ahead.

“How are you doing?” Elsa asked.

Anna closed her eyes and breathed deep. Her awareness traveled from her head to her center, where things were still a little messy, but more calm than before, quieter. “Better,” she replied honestly.

“Good.” She felt Elsa raise her chin. “Try to keep looking forward. You’ll want to speak to the side or turn your head, to see my facial expressions. But,” she paused. Anna heard the smile step into her voice and she couldn’t help the one that grew to match, “part of this exercise is to trust what you feel and hear coming from the other person, without relying on what you see. Is that still okay?”

Anna straightened again. From the crown of her head to the tips of her toes, she felt a peace steal over her. Maybe it was something about the position, or maybe it was the rhythm of Elsa’s breath. She wrapped that feeling around her like a cloak, snug, overlapping her heart.

In answer, she continued where she left off.

“At the end of last session I… wasn’t myself. I shouldn’t have left like that. Shouldn’t have left you like that. You didn’t deserve it, especially because, well, it wasn’t your fault.” Anna shifted, attempting to look over her shoulder before remembering Elsa’s advice. “I want to make that very clear: you, Elsa? Did nothing wrong. In fact, you did everything right. You just, pah-,” Anna made a little outward motion with her hands, a small explosion, “made everything work, just for a moment.” Anna felt more than heard Elsa’s small giggle against her back and felt her ears get hot. “Yeah I’m, not always the best with words.”

“It’s more common than you think,” Elsa replied. Anna saw her move her hand out of the corner of her eye. “When you can’t see someone it’s normal to raise your voice and use your hands more, since you’re still trying to get your point across with less to work with.” There was that laugh again, hitching against her ribs. “Though I get the feeling you talk with your hands anyway.”

“My family knows not to keep glassware around me after dinner, yes,” Anna snorted. “And Kristoff stocks the break room with extra napkins, just for me.” She rolled her eyes. “Real charmer that one.”

“I think you mentioned this man, Kristoff, the last time you were here too,” Elsa said softly. “He must mean a lot to you.”

“Yeah!” Anna beamed. “He was the first friend I made at my job and now…,” she paused, considering, “well now I think he’s my best friend.” 

Elsa made a noise of curiosity, a little wordless question. “I would have thought he was your brother, the way you sound when you talk about him.”

“You wouldn’t be the first,” Anna sighed, leaning back into Elsa. “It’s probably because we hug and hold hands and he gives me piggy back rides across the parking lot just for the fun of it. I tried to give him one once and nearly broke my knee. I’m strong, but he’s a mountain man.” Anna laughed to herself. “Actually, people think we’re dating most of the time.”

“Oh?” Elsa sounded genuinely surprised, the sound bouncing high off the walls, “you’re not?”

“Nnnnnope!” Anna replied, popping the ‘p’. “I mean he’s sweet and all: attentive, caring, soft-hearted. Anyone would be lucky to have him. But I’ve never thought of him that way.”

Instantly Anna felt a flush creep up her neck, and she sat forward. “W-Well,” she stammered, “not like that like that, I mean. Sure he can be charming in a rough sort of way sometimes and it feels really nice to be held in his arms because he’s so much bigger than me and yes we buy each other gifts just because we know it’ll make the other person happy b-but… I…” she swallowed, staring at the bed spread past her legs. “N-Not like, the anything that comes after… all that.” Anna fussed with the hair behind her ear, self-conscious. “But I suppose if I had to pick a dude, he’d be really great.”

Anna thought she heard an, “Oh,” from Elsa again but she wasn't sure. She realized they weren’t touching anymore, and in the same heartbeat realized that she’d sort of, almost, accidentally come out to Elsa.

A pit opened in her stomach, enough that her heart dropped just a little, enough for anxiety to find a little home and buzz through her chest.

It was a soft ball, an underhand throw, of a coming out, easily brushed aside or misinterpreted. Elsa was professional, she probably wouldn’t even ask.

Anna really wanted her to ask. But she also really didn’t.

But mostly she just didn’t want Elsa to feel weird about her.

“Anna?”

Elsa was looking at her, over her own shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Me?” Anna blinked. “Am I--. Of course I’m okay. Oh, shit,” she scooched backwards until she felt Elsa’s waist again and leaned back, touching her head to Elsa’s. “I left the position, sorry.”

Elsa was quiet for a moment, and Anna swore she could feel Elsa’s thoughts winding themselves down her spine. But Elsa’s next words held only warmth. “It’s more about the exercise than anything else,” she said, and Anna could tell she was still speaking over her shoulder, directly to her. “You can leave it at any time, for any reason. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable, promise,” Anna twisted to face Elsa. “I think I’m just really bad at… explaining… myself…”

Elsa’s eyes softened and for a moment Anna couldn’t see anything else. They were so close. She’d turned and now they were breathing the same air. Inches. Centimeters.

He used to call this kissing distance.

“Anna?”

“Yes?” Anna murmured. Every nerve in her body was aware of itself. Her skin prickled with their energy, thorned as a rose.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me. Ever,” Elsa stated firmly. She leaned back into Anna, the smallest upward turn on her lips. “I don’t need to understand to care.”

But Anna saw that she did understand. And better, that Elsa wasn’t afraid of her, or anything Anna brought with her.

And that was… a lot.

Anna closed her eyes, took a deep breath--

And flopped down against the plush mattress.

She heard Elsa laugh behind her hand as she opened her eyes. “Too much?” Elsa asked, humor making lines around her eyes.

“No, not too much, just,” Anna mulled her words over, “you make it sound so easy. You make this so easy,” Anna gestured with both hands to the space above her head broadly, encapsulating the room and everything in it, physical and immaterial. “I started out apologizing, and those thoughts were all tangled up in my head because I wanted to be sincere and make this time different and it is different, so different, and I guess now I’m just, really… really grateful.”

Elsa nodded as Anna finished. “There’s a part of me that wants to say, ‘Well, it’s my job after all’, but I really am glad that I’ve been able to help, Anna.” She laid herself down too, on her side, propping her head up on her hand. “And in case you’re the kind of person that needs to hear it: I forgive you, Anna, so you don’t need to apologize anymore.”

A great breath washed out of Anna. She stared up at the ceiling, arms outstretched. “Thank you.”

After a brief pause, Elsa replied, “I’d actually already forgiven you, before you got here.”

Anna sat up on her elbows. “What? Why? I hadn’t even said anything yet!”

“It was the fact that you called at all.”

“But--! That doesn’t…”

Elsa held up her hand and shook her head. “You’re overthinking it,” she said gently, “which is alright, since that’s what I pegged you for anyway.”

Anna went to reply but stopped herself, trapping the air in her cheek. Then, she said, “You know, it’s not terribly cuddly to insult your clients, Elsa.”

“Hmm, true,” Elsa acquiesced, though her tone begged to differ. “What I mean is, you struck me as a ‘Thinker’ is all, even on your first visit.”

“A ‘Thinker’?” Elsa nodded again. “Like the guy who sits on a rock all serious-like?”

“Not quite,” Elsa chuckled, “although at times I’m sure that makes for a good analogy. I can explain it for you, but we’re still on your time here.” Elsa sat up, cross-legged, similar to Anna’s first visit. “The last few times I’ve been making the suggestions to help you relax, but I saw you take initiative when you first got here, and I want you to feel like this is your space as well. Now, as much as you’re comfortable, what do you want me to do?”

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Anna gulped. It wasn’t that big of an ask, and it made sense. Boundaries, two sets. A middle ground of mutually agreed upon comfort and engagement. She could do this.

Elsa sat patiently, in no rush at all. Anna looked back up at the ceiling and pondered. Suddenly a phantom feeling stole over her. Another time, another place. Someone warm next to her. A starlit sky above, cold ground below.

“On my stomach,” Anna said out loud. She turned her head and saw Elsa’s bewildered expression. “Sometimes when Kristoff and I hang out we lay on each other, and we’ll put our heads on the other’s belly.” Anna felt her face heat up a little, knowing it sounded more intimate than it really was. At least, not that way, but people usually didn’t believe that. “But you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I can think of another one.”

“Won’t I be too heavy?”

Anna blinked. “Huh?”

“Won’t it hurt?” Elsa rephrased. “Heads weigh more than people think, and stomachs are notoriously soft.”

A beat passed.

Then Anna laughed.

At first it was small, like the quick kind of chortle and dash of amusement from an inside joke, but it rapidly changed to loud, full from her chest laughter, curling her legs towards her ribs in an attempt to contain it. Elsa’s concern was so endearing, and it soothed parts of Anna that were still hidden in the dark, but it was also utterly silly, too.

And that made the last trace of Anna’s trepidation disappear like mist in the morning.

“Notorious is a strong word,” Anna managed past her giggles. “I’m not sure who told you that, but maybe that’s just about your head.” One of Elsa’s eyebrows raised to acknowledge the comment, but as smooth as she tried to pass herself off, Anna could see how her mouth twitched with her own tamped laughter.

“It’s not terribly cuddly to insult your local professional, Anna,” she mimicked, sending Anna back into hysterics.

“I’ll… be fine,” Anna wheezed, wiping a tear from her eye as she flattened out again. “Kristoff is literally twice your size, I think I’ll make it.”

“Okay well,” Elsa lowered herself down, resting the back of her head lightly on Anna’s side with barely any weight at all. “Like this?”

“Yeah except you’re going to put your neck out like that,” Anna teased. “I said it was okay, Elsa. Trust me this time.”

After a moment of hesitation Elsa moved further back until she was fully settled, her shoulders hitting Anna’s hip and lower ribs. She sighed, making a few more adjustments until Anna could tell she was comfortable too.

They breathed in silence for a while, listening to each other. Anna realized she hadn’t eaten in a while and worried, briefly, that her body might make that fact known, but she supposed it wasn’t anything Elsa hadn’t heard before.

“So what were you saying earlier?” Anna re-broached the subject. “About how I… think things too much?”

“It’s not always the amount that you’re thinking,” Elsa chuckled. Anna felt the sound reverberate across her stomach and chest, warm and light. Elsa talked upwards, her head rising and falling in time with Anna’s breathing. “People process things in a lot of different ways, but many find that conceptualizing two categories - Thinking and Feeling - helps them more easily navigate those styles. Some people analyze and scrutinize and run over scenarios from as many angles as they can, and sometimes they do that to an excessive amount, which can cause more anxiety than it reduces. And some people,” she reached out and patted the bedspread. It was probably just to indicate that she was speaking about Anna, like the back to back exercise where they couldn’t see each other, but for some reason Anna reached out too, and put her hand beneath Elsa’s. She heard Elsa smile as she continued explaining, curling their fingers together. “Some people just have emotions that drift and bounce and trace around their body all the time. They’ll sit with a feeling until they’ve experienced all that it can give. Maybe they experience joy that floats them for hours, but they also feel sadness that sinks them into a sea of their own making.” Elsa turned her face towards Anna. “I’m fairly certain you’re the first one.”

“Huh.” Anna thought for a moment, feeling Elsa’s weight with every inhale. “So you’re a Feeler then?”

A smile tugged at Elsa’s lips. “How did you know?”

Anna shrugged. “I didn’t really, I just guessed.” She looked back up, rubbing the back of Elsa’s hand idly with the pad of her thumb. “Although, now that I think about it, you’ve always been thought-ful. Always checking in on me, asking me good questions --those always felt more experienced than logical though, if that makes sense. But the reasoning behind them seems more intuitive, like you just… know.” Anna paused, struck by something. “Actually, I didn’t have the word for it then, but I think I noticed it back when I called you.”

“To… schedule this appointment?” Elsa asked, sounding a little mystified.

“Yeah. It was in the way your voice changed when--,” and now Anna stopped because she felt embarrassment crawling up the nape of her neck. “When I said I wanted to see you again.”

“Oh.” Elsa turned her head to look at Anna. She had the smallest grimace on her face. “Sorry, that was pretty unprofessional of me.”

“On the contrary, I think checking to make sure your clients aren’t developing that kind of attachment to you is probably the most professional thing to do.”

“Well the paperwork helps,” Elsa hummed, “but you’re not wrong. Thankfully I haven’t encountered that problem yet, but I know some co-workers have.”

“It makes sense. I mean, this is the kind of thing most people imagine couples doing.”

Elsa shrugged. “Not everywhere. There are places where this is normal for family and friends, where physical affection isn’t locked behind the potential marital status of the individuals. And frankly, it’s normal here too, but not everyone experiences intimacy the same way.”

Intimacy.

The word clings to Anna’s throat, even though she hadn’t said it. A tightness, a dark line from neck to stomach, pooling invisibly around light Elsa’s hair.

“That’s good!” Anna blustered. “For them I mean, the people who get it. Wait no, not that the people who don’t feel that way are like-- What I mean to say is that that’s good! That people do that, somewhere: here, there, anywhere. I didn’t mean to say that people who don’t are doing bad, just, like, ‘Hey, good for them!’, you know?” She smacked her free hand over her eyes with a groan. “Grammar and statement of purpose have abandoned me. Feel free to tell me to stop talking whenever.” She felt Elsa’s laughter in the bunching of her shoulders against her stomach.

“Thinker,” Elsa chastised warmly.

And then it just became… chatter.

Catching up, laughing at anecdotes, learning about the other. Elsa asked about Anna’s job and Anna responded that she was training some promising new hires who were positively electric about their fields. Anna asked Elsa about her day job, making a mental note to check out a charity event a few blocks from her work. The first appointment seemed like a lifetime ago, and now that the air was clear and they’d settled, a lifetime seemed like just the thing to fill up the room.

Until Elsa scrunched her eyes up and said, “Okay, I think we’ve got to change positions, I’m getting a little dizzy.”

“I get it,” Anna empathized, “it’s the ups and downs. It gets a little disorienting”

“Yeah.” Elsa sat up and blinked hard a few times, her hand splayed out wide on the bed to keep balance. They’d kept them mostly entwined over the last part of their session, but Anna couldn’t help talking with her hands and it turned out that, at times, neither could Elsa.

Anna stretched, feeling like a cat in a sunbeam. She was as comfy as she was last time with her head in Elsa’s lap, but this time she knew the timer couldn’t surprise her. That enough words had passed between them for old wounds to not rear their heads. And while she didn’t anticipate it, for that would mean the end of her time with Elsa (for now), she did acknowledge it’s reality, and she was not afraid.

But she was damn cozy though.

“You look like you could fall asleep right there,” she heard Elsa say above her head. Anna opened her eyes to mirthful blue.

“I think you’re right,” Anna agreed, blocking a yawn with her hand.

“You’re welcome to take a nap. It’s--”

“--More common than you’d think,” Anna recited at the same time, making Elsa hide a smile behind her hand. There was a lot that Anna had learned in her short time here, but mostly that her knowledge of what people did when they felt safe and comforted was different than she’d expected. But it was a good kind of wrong to be, the eye-opening kind. The kind that made your heart feel a little bigger and softer. “You say that a lot.”

“Well it’s true!”

“I don’t doubt it,” Anna held up her hands, placating. “I’m just saying, it’s like your catchphrase.” Anna swept her outstretched arm in an arc, wiggling her fingers, “‘The more you know!’, with Elsa, the Cuddle Expert.”

Elsa bumped her arm. “You’re a tease. But I mean it, you’ve got time. Even if you don’t fall asleep, laying back and relaxing is part of cuddling you know.”

Anna stifled another yawn and turned onto her side. “I’ll at least sleep on top of the covers,” she replied, her voice dropping as she closed her eyes. “That way you don’t have to wash all the sheets.”

“Well they get washed anytime they’re used, and there’s spares in the hall closets but…,” she heard Elsa snicker, “you really think of everything, don’t you?”

“I think that joke has already run its course,” Anna smiled, then patted the open space in front of her invitingly. “C’mon, you might as well get a break too--.”

The bed dipped behind her.

“Well I can at least keep you warm this way; it’s kind of a classic cuddling position.”

The words were joking and light, Elsa’s voice so close to her ear, practically glowing.

“I don’t know who designed these rooms,” the voice continued, “but they let the air blow right above us. It gets incredibly chilly sometimes, and that’s coming from me of all people!” Forearms braced themselves against her spine, legs pressed against the back of her own, and soft exhales tickled the baby hairs at the nape of Anna’s neck.

And suddenly Anna was not at Cuddle Corner.

Her vision tunneled. The opposite wall retreated, backing itself down a long, dark corridor. Her peripherals feathered, the thorned, hyper-awareness from before screeching back, focused on the blazing points of contact between them.

Anna?

Her back was a ramrod, a live wire. When she breathed the air had nowhere to go, her lungs shallow and tight.

Breath on her neck and hands on her shoulders.

“Anna?”

Elsa’s voice.

Anna gasped, air traveling deeper, chest expanding, and the room returned to normal. Anna licked her lips, nerves settling under her skin, buzzing inside her ribs to join the dark feathers still flitting and hovering there.

“Maybe we should switch.” The words were strained but Anna tried to make them sound casual. To make them sound less like they hurt and more like before, just moments before when everything was perfect.

“...Are you sure?” Elsa replied over Anna’s shoulder. She’d moved away, touch gone, leaving phantom prints behind. Anna hesitated but nodded slowly. “Okay…”

The bed moved again. A moment later Elsa lowered herself down in front of Anna, facing away. Her braid was pulled over her shoulder, out of reach, exposing the light skin of her neck. Unable to see Elsa’s expression, Anna swallowed the dark, heavy thing inside her throat and attempted to gauge Elsa’s mood through posture alone.

“You can come close,” Elsa said. A simple and straightforward invitation, but Anna thought she heard an edge creep into it, like something was slicing each letter off at the joint.

“R-Right. ‘Cuddle Corner’,” Anna said with feigned cheer, a little fain-fair. She laughed. Elsa laughed.

It was weird.

Slowly, uncertainty running under her palm, Anna reached her arm across Elsa’s chest. Her legs came up under Elsa’s until their bodies were nearly flush. She could smell Elsa’s shampoo, and felt her breathing against the crook of her elbow.

And she could tell immediately that Elsa wasn’t comfortable either.

There was a weight in the room, a miasma escaping the seams between their bodies. It scraped between Anna’s fingers, threatening to lift her hand up entirely, and take it away.  Her eyes unfocused, the lines of Elsa’s body becoming blurred, trembling the way heat makes the air waver and shake.

Elsa turned her head, so Anna could see the barest corner of her eye. “You’re pushing yourself,” she said quietly.

Anna tightened her grip, a wordless promise, but stopped when Elsa flinched. “I’m not.”

I’m not, she told herself. Elsa is a good person. People do this all the time, even friends! This position, spooning… it’s about comfort, not anything else. Just… stop being all up in your head about this.

But Anna could sense herself backpedaling, falling backwards into herself. Right in front of her was the shell of Elsa's ear, the slope of her neck, the curl of her white-blonde hair before it twisted into her braid -- and it made Anna wonder...

Was this... it? Was this what made people fall? A quiet moment, a scrap of skin. Was this enough to make them... feel?

Had it made him feel something, looking at Anna like this?

Warm fingers thread through hers, a bobber dropped into the well of her thoughts. Elsa's hand didn’t hold the sting of fear, and like sunlight on murky water a balm spread at her touch, expanding with each even breath.

But this time, it wasn’t enough.

Anna's thoughts rushed around her head, swirling, clinging, flying like beads snapped away from a string cut under stress. No longer sentences but fragments, worries and doubts in a whirlpool, sucking her down. What hadn't she done? What else could she do? How could she be so cold? Why couldn't she do this, for him? For anyone?

Why wasn't she enough?

The trembling started in her shoulders. She couldn’t stop it anymore than she could stop time. Her arm shook and by the time it reached her wrist Anna silently begged Elsa not to notice.

But of course she did.

Elsa turned in their embrace, her eyes widening for just a moment before she cupped Anna’s face, lightly, so light with her first touches, before brushing away a tear.

Anna hadn’t even realized she was crying.

“It’s okay Anna, you’re safe here.”

Anna hiccuped, her chest stuttering as more tears splashed against Elsa’s thumbs. She found Elsa’s forearms and held her tight, needing something beneath her hands. “I’m sorry,” she whispered hoarsely.

Elsa shook her head. “Don’t be. You’ve apologized more than you’ve ever needed.”

Then Elsa’s forehead is nestled against Anna’s own. Anna doesn’t know how to react as Elsa’s eyes slip closed and she breathes slowly, carefully, like she’s counting the second. Anna feels herself matching the time, even as the sobs she harbored keep trying to find a way out. They get smaller, a boulder, then a rock, then a pebble in her lungs. Elsa’s soft exhales washed over Anna’s face, her very presence a well of tranquility, like immersing one’s hand in the cool waters of a brook. Elsa felt like flowing water, a place Anna could lay down the things that dragged her down, setting them adrift, letting the current carry them for a while.

Anna didn’t know how long they stayed like that. Long enough for the tears to start to dry, and the rawness of her throat to begin healing. But it couldn’t last forever.

Again the patter of rain, the rumble of thunder, and the distant, muted buzz of Elsa’s phone vibrating across the room. Anna exhaled a shuddering breath.

“The timer,” she croaked, voice like sludge, addled by tears.

“Ignore it,” Elsa murmured, pressing her face closer.

“B-But it’s over--”

“It’s okay.”

Anna attempted to shake her head, but Elsa merely brushed her cheeks with her thumbs. “You have another client. Another appointment.”

“I don’t.”

“Elsa…”

“Anna.” Elsa opened her eyes.

This close, Anna couldn’t mistake what she saw. Even if she didn’t have a name for it. And maybe there wasn’t a name to call the emotion heavy in Elsa’s eyes -- the eyes of a still-stranger, an almost-friend -- but whatever it was settled the last prickling nerve in Anna’s heart, soothed the last lash in Anna’s memory, and finally let her breathe long enough to listen. “I don’t have another appointment, you were my last for the day. An extra minute isn’t going to hurt anyone.” Elsa watched Anna’s face as she combed stray hairs back behind Anna’s ear. “I don’t want you leaving this place thinking you have to shoulder everything you came in with. It’s okay to leave some of it here, here with me, if that helps.” She smiled, her eyes wet. “It’s my job to make you feel comfortable, relaxed. But I also want you to feel that way, as Elsa, as me. I think you have a lot going on, and I want to help with that if… if you’ll let me.”

This time Anna closed her eyes, overwhelmed again. Unconsciously she leaned more into Elsa’s touch, which was enough for Elsa to continue. “You don’t have to decide today. Just know that I’m here for you, if you need me. But for now just,” and she shrugged, the motion taking Anna’s head with her, causing them both to laugh, “leave the timer be. It’ll take care of itself.”

They stayed like that. The timer silenced itself, and with the quiet came rest. Anna knew she didn’t fall asleep, but she thought she might when Elsa started playing with her hair again. Eventually, Anna knew she had to go and rolled over, sliding her shoes back on her feet. She heard Elsa do the same as Anna gathered her things.

“Should I expect another call?” Anna turned, shouldering her bag. Elsa sat on the edge of the bed, hands folded in her lap, expectant.

Though she knew her cheeks were already blotchy from tears, Anna felt another emotion color her face, and instead of feathers in her chest there were butterflies in her stomach.

"Yeah," she returned, putting a hand on the back of her neck. "But I think I'm going to have to do some thinking first, again. Which I'm sure you already expected."

"Maybe a little." Elsa tilted her head, never losing her warmth. "But take all the time you need. And talk to others, too. Kristoff seems like a good place to start, if you haven't already."

Anna snorted, feeling her phone buzz in her pocket. "Oh don't worry, I'm sure he's left three voicemails by now wondering how this all went."

"And how did it go?”

Anna beamed. “Better.”

“Such glowing praise,” Elsa teased. “I’ll take it I suppose.”

Anna took a step back, towards the door, then hesitated, and turned back.

"More to say?" Elsa asked.

"Um..." Anna paused, then blushed again. "Actually, I did, but now I can't really find the words. It was ‘thank you’, again, but then there was other stuff and it got a little lost."

Elsa hummed at that, propping her chin up in her hand. "Knowing you, even for a short time, I'm sure they'll work themselves out eventually. Probably with hand motions."

Anna laughed and agreed. "Probably with hand motions. And maybe sound effects."

“You'll have to tell me,” Elsa smiled lightly, showing bright in her eyes. “Next time?”

Anna smiled back. “Next time.”

#please let me edit my tags you pos website >xD #OH I CAN DO IT ON MOBILE BUT NOT DESKTOP 🤣🤣🤣 I hate >xD #[clears throat] .....anyway #Cuddle Corner (Part 2) #my writing #fruipit #Anna #Elsa #not that I’m not confident but fingers crossed that you (and y’all) like it #Client!Anna #Cuddler!Elsa #wow these tags are literally 5 years old WOW #but I’ll add these too: #ace!Anna #asexual!Anna #I’m going to eat now though bc I’m STARVING I skipped dinner to finish this and get it posted #laser focus - but now I hUNGER #time to go eat my fridge

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👤- Favorite character?, 👗- Favorite outfit? One you’d like to see?, 🍂- Favorite scene in either film/ trailers?, 🛷- What would you like to see in the future? for the Frozen Fandom Asks :D

Thank you so much for sending these! I love you!

👤- Anna. Anna forever. Anna Anna Anna. Elsa is cool but she's not Anna. You know how all 13 years old lesbians had their gay awakening with Elsa? Yeah my gay awakening was with Anna. Idk she's just exactly what my type is like irl. I saw her and I knew she'd be my favorite character ever. I just think she's very well developed, and has this different kind of angst that Elsa doesn't posses. Elsa is all about wallowing in Angst but with Anna, it's like they're stabbing her and she doesn't even realize because her brain has broken and refuses to process it and somehow that hurts even worse. It's easy to comfort Elsa if she's sad, sure, just hug her and shit. But Anna doesn't even know she needs to be comforted even though the kid has gone through so much trauma. Idk my protective instincts go wild with Anna. She's my baby and I love her.

👗- oh boy. Ok ok so I'd love to see some traditional norwegian bunad some day. Like, actual norwegian bunads. The fantasy outfits are neat but... bunads are already so Disney princess-y it's unbelievable.

I'm just in love with how these look. Oh! And real sámi gávttit as well! The clothes the northuldra wear in the movie look pretty historically accurate I think, and I think they look really good, but they all look the same and that in itself makes them a bit boring i think Disney could have a bit more fun with them.

I think the blue and red colors are a bit more modern so I understand Disney keeping their outfits with more brown-ish colors, considering they couldn't trade for 34 years, but as the last picture shows, there's still a lot of stuff you can do while keeping brown as the main color (and white! White fur looks so pretty!).

If we're talking about my current favorite outfit, they have to he Elsa's Dark Sea dress and Anna's post-coronation dress w jacket and her hair up. I love whoever designed that dress. I like the low key military vibe it gives, and it makes me wonder if it's somehow foreshadowing the plot of some future installment 👀 ngl i love war stories and I want to see Queen Anna leading an army of giants into battle.

🍂

Oof dude i LOVE Anna leading that army of giants. I love the dam scene and I love The Next Right Thing. And I really love For The First Time in Forever (Reprise?) that scene was like ANGST. AAAAAA. Oh and that time when Anna looks up the stairs and sees her hot sister being hot and she gayly low key stutters-- or when she HIGH KEY gayly stutters during the coronation ball because her hot sister called her beautiful... yeah that's when I started shipping Elsanna. My heart felt something there. It was too sweet for me. But seriously, my favorite scene must be when Elsa watches Runeard's memory insult magic and the Northuldra, and you see her expression slowly shift into sheer horror because she realizes this man, her grandfather, hated everything she is, and he would have killed her-- his own family-- because of her ethnich background and magic (for better or worse, Northuldra identity was strongly tied to magic in F2, and they became two concepts impossible to divorce, and I'm actually writing a longer post about it). I FELT that ok? My own grandfather on my white said of the family has said some very fucked up shit to me. Ever since it was revealed Elsa and Anna were mixed I deeply identified with them, even more than before. They're the closest I have to mestize representation since fucking Balto. And then you start to observe and think about what the movie has said so far about Runeard and magic and the Northuldra and it culminates with Elsa learning the truth about her Arendellian side of the family and... God i think I needed to see a character go through that. It's the highest point of a long process that recontextualizes the whole Frozen franchise (at least to me lol) and I love it for everything it does.

🛷-

Mmmm well I'd love to see the girls physically together again, but not in a coward or bitter way. I don't want Frozen 2's ending to be meaningless. I think Frozen needed these three stories to be told, right? A) The story of Elsa and Anna finding each other again, B) the story of Elsa and Anna learning to be sisters again and work together after being reunited, C) and the story of Elsa and Anna finding themselves, on their own. Now, as I see it, Frozen 2 is either a very tragic resolution to the franchise, or an awkward way to squeeze story C) in the middle of the saga as to not turn it into the final resolution. I firmly believe the story of Frozen 2 needed to be told, and finishing the movie the way it did makes a lot of sense, but I honestly don't want this to be the final note the story of Frozen ends with. Think about it, if you had stories A, B and C in order, the logical conclussion would be.... httyd 3 😭 if you tell the story of Anna and Elsa having their solo arcs as the season finale, then they remain split up. Goodbye. Having it in the middle is weird and uncomfortable but I believe Frozen 2 could work a lot better as an in-between movie than a single sequel. I would like Frozen 2's ending to be used in an inteligent way to proppel the story of Frozen 3, to give it strenght and meaning. I don't want it to be shamefully swept under the rug, as if the writers regretted it and want to desperately backpedal on their plans. Even if they do regret it, they have to make it seem like it was part of a bigger plan all along and make it work accordingly.

Ik this sounds like I think the final episode is so bad there's a secret episode with the real ending somewhere in there, and I recognize Frozen 2 might very well be the ending of the franchise. I think both are equally plausible options. I mean, can you imagine a Frozen 3 in which Elsa and Anna are not spending time together? Can you imagine the writers giving Frozen 3 the exact same ending as Frozen 2? It's not even about the separation, you just can't end a movie in the same place it began. What? Anna and Elsa team up one afternoon to fight their monster of the week and then say goodnight and go to their respective homes? A sequel needs to somewhat challenge the status quo. The status quo of the F2 ending is the girls going on their separate ways. Good for them. I think their solo arcs will be healthy. But the separation is not an afterthought or a sidequest, like Kristoff's propposal. Frozen 3 doesn't need to challenge Kristoff's propposal because it's not central to the story, but it does have to somewhat interact with the hearts of Frozen and Frozen 2 and that means it needs to build upon them. Honestly, I don't think I'm delusional. I think my predictions for a hypothetical F3 are pretty sensible.

#thank you so much for sending these!

[supercalime]

Frozen II: Dangerous Secrets Commentary pt. 1

So, I was supposed to buy the Jatp book and read it but I wanted the physical copy and the lil bish is not available in Brazil yet - and buying from Amazon will result in me being broke cause shipping is expensive - so I got this frozen book I wanted to read for a while and here are my thoughts on the first half of it! Enjoy!

Prologue to Chapter 25:

- No wonder they asked their daughters to keep secrets their entire lives. They kept stuff from each other for forever. Geez

- I like the framing device, although I think it’s very rude to basically start with them about to die

- That’s where their love of chocolate came from! Makes sense, makes sense!

- God bless this lord peterssen

- Kai!!!!

- “The next right thing” I see what you did there

- “Conceal don’t feel” ARE U SERIOUS??? I FEEL ATTACKED

- “For the first time in forever”. Ngl I’m kinda digging the obvious references to the frozen songs

- Own! He went after her. Look, I know they will become Anna and Elsa’s parents anyway but I still ship it and think they are cute

- “The cold never bothers me” fuck off! That made me laugh when it shouldn’t

- I like the little pact they made

- Four years later! Damn book, you don’t fuck around

- I just realized this is totally an enemies to friends to lovers thing! I love it here

- Oh fuck he doesn’t know she saved him! I did not connect that! Fuck!

- The tension is as thick as this mist! Holy hell...

- I’m getting some beauty and the beast vibes. First the library thing in the beginning, now there’s this crazy inventor guy no one believes in. Disney ripping themselves off and think we ain’t gonna notice? Not so fast!

- Be like johan, hate the monarchy! Alright but quick thing, I think he will be the surprise villain like Hans but don’t tell anyone

- He can’t be reading the little mermaid! That messes up that entire conspiracy of them being tarzan’s parents! Lol

- Agnarr complaining about his parents having secrets but he ends up doing the exact same to his daughters later? Oh, how the turn tables

- Oh shit! Good thing she actually likes him back or that would be awkward...

- Okay, sue me or whatever but their first kiss was cute and they are an adorable couple (questionable parents, for sure. But an adorable couple)

- Johan wants to MARRY her??? I KNEW HE WAS A VILLAIN!! Gross

- Dude those two are some forbidden love shit! Good for them! I’m having fun here

- He said the L word!

- Secret romance? Sign me the fuck up! This is what Anna and Hans could have been if he wasn’t a dick who refuses to kiss girls and leaves them for dead (this is a joke your honor)

- Does agnarr’s mom being missing has something to do with Elsa having powers? I feel like there’s something more to this mystery

- “Procreate”? In a Disney property? I thought that was illegal

- Oh I feel tension brewing

- Communication! If only they learned that and used it with their daughters too. Sorry I’m salty, I just think they made the worst parent choice for plot purposes

- I really hope this missing mom plot goes somewhere satisfying or I’m gonna be pissed

- Not the rock trolls! Put them back where they came from!

- For a second I thought this pregnant woman was kristoffs mom but that wouldn’t make sense right? Timeline wise? Someone enlighten me

- Oh yeah grand pabbie can see the future. I totally forgot that

- I feel a fixer upper type of scene coming up and I don’t know if I’ll like it

- Oh shit was peterssen agnarr’s mom’s lover?

- The inconsistency of character names really bothers me. It feels like there wasn’t much research done on the culture they are trying to represent here

- There’s a lot more kingdom bureaucracy in this book than I was expecting. I feel like I’m learning so much lol

- Oooooh! What a cliffhanger

#lety rambles #frozen #frozen 2 #frozen iduna #frozen agnarr #agnarr and iduna #frozen 2 dangerous secrets #dangerous secrets #mari mancusi #book commentary #frozen elsa #frozen Anna #krisanna

[elsanna-shenanigans]

December Contest Submission #17: Karen's yard

words: ca. 2100 setting: mAU lemon: no cw: alcohol use, buzzed driving, Karen

Anna was staring at her reflection in the round, ball-like sphere ornament colored in Halloween orange. She looked like a fish, she thought. Like one of those orange fish with creepy eyes and their brains sticking out. She was wondering when Elsa was going to come out of the damn room. She was growing impatient, and she was not the impatient kind. Not at all. 

The sound of a rubber chicken caught her attention. She turned around, found Elsa standing there, cringing at said chicken that lay under her foot like a limpy, screaming creature. And what the hell was Elsa wearing? 

“You look like a fucking Christmas present.” The chicken protested.

“That’s the point,” she said. 

“But a cringy one. Like the one your distant aunt gives you and you hate it but have to smile anyway and say thank you and then leave it in your closet for the rest of eternity.” She scanned her again. “Your face looks very cute, though.”

“You just insulted my entire outfit, am I supposed to thank you for calling my face cute?” 

“Yes.” 

She stepped closer. “You look like an oompa loompa.” 

“I was aiming for citizen of Whoville.” 

“No. Oompa loompa. The original version.” 

“I don’t even know the original version so your insult falls flat.” 

Elsa shrugged. 

There was a party they were supposed to attend. Elsa knew somebody who knew somebody else, and their cousin, and whatever. It spread like gossip. Or was it wildfire? No. The gossip did the spreading and the wildfire was the analogy. Anyway, Anna was very excited to go to this Christmas thing because it’s been a while since she’s attempted to get drunk off eggnog. And so what if she looked like Willy Wonka’s fucking spawn?

It was cold outside. Hella. My-ass-is-frozen-and-my-teeth-will-fall-off-from-so-much-chattering cold. Anna could not think. She could not even respond when Elsa asked her if she wanted to stop by Starbucks and get a hot chocolate. But she shook her head. I don’t want hot chocolate I want alcohol your honor. So the party it was. Elsa drove like a grandma. Ice was her excuse but Anna was not having it. She drove like a grandma on summer too. And on spring. And on the fall when you couldn’t decide whether you wanted to cozy it up in your bed or dig yourself a nice dead-leaf grave. 

“We’ll get there tomorrow and nobody will get to appreciate my oompa loompa costume.” 

“You’ve disgraced enough eyes as it is.” 

“Only yours.” 

“Mine are the only ones that matter.” 

“Who taught you to be so vain?” 

“You.” 

Anna nodded. The wig nodded with her. Both were proud nods. “I’ve taught you well.” 

They almost veered off the road at some point; almost drove into a snowman, Santa and the horse-looking reindeer that were set up on the obnoxiously decorated yard of some Karen’s house. It’s the ice, Elsa said again. But nah. She was a slow driver and a shitty driver too. Anna would have offered to get behind the wheel but she was even shittier. So she prayed instead, and played Mariah Carey’s Christmas album until she was sure she hated it with her whole being. 

The house was warm at least. Its smell, however, was a concoction of spilt American beer—the cheap kind that tasted like piss when lukewarm—and the cinnamon scent of those generic candles everyone hated but went on buying anyway because they were so cheap.

Anna made a beeline for the kitchen. She forgot who it was they were here for. The cousin of the friend of the coworker or something. Anyway, bless them for keeping the place stocked up with alcohol for those souls who come to this abode feeling thirsty as shit. Elsa trailed after her, and bless her too, just because. 

“What are you getting?” Anna asked her. 

“Whatever you’re getting.” 

“That’s insanely unoriginal.” 

“I’m not the alcoholic one here.” 

 Anna laughed. She placed her hands on her warm, lovely, rosy, pinchable cheeks and said, “Elsa. Do you think the people who came here tonight did it because they like to sit on a stranger’s couch? No. They came here because they like the taste of free alcohol.” 

“I’ll take a cranberry vodka.” 

“That’s my baby.” She made two cranberry vodkas because Elsa wasn’t the unoriginal one here. It was Anna. Plot twist. 

The cranberry vodka tasted hideous though, but free plus alcohol equals you drink it anyway. Then Anna remembered the eggnog. But there was no eggnog. And what Christmas party didn’t have at least some crappy eggnog? So she stuck to cranberry vodka and to Elsa’s side for good measure. They spent a good amount of time looking for the friend of the cousin, etc. so that Anna could meet them and they found him in the most obvious of places: the couch. He was bulky, had a goofy grin and whatnot. His name was Kristoff. Another plot twist.

Anna could have sworn he’d seen him before, and when Elsa told her it was from that one time they ran into him at a gay bar everything made sense. Then she smiled to herself because that had been a hell of a good time. Elsa elbowed her in the ribs, gently, with love. ‘Not here,’ her eyes said. Well, you can’t blame her for fantasizing. Or you can. But also blame it on the alcohol. And on Elsa’s stamina.  

“So, Anna.” Who’s talking? “Elsa’s told me a lot about you.” It’s Kristoff. 

“All good things, yeah?” 

“All great things.” 

Anna nodded proudly and so did her wig. 

“What’s your costume?” he asked. 

“I’m an oompa loompa.”  

“I didn’t know that movie was Christmas-themed.” 

“Everything with snow in it is Christmas-themed, Kristoff.” 

“Oh.” 

So she’s enlightened Kristoff with her knowledge and now it was time to move on. What a himbo. She wondered if it was him who kept playing Mariah Carey. That would make sense. 

They stopped by the kitchen for a refill and eventually moved to the side, right by the corner where you stand if you kinda know the host but not really but you don’t wanna seem awkward and look like you’re not having a good time. Anna kept looking at the green bow that Elsa had glued to her sweater. It was distracting. But Elsa kept thinking she was staring at her breasts and she wasn’t. Well, she was. But that wasn’t the point of this paragraph. 

Mariah Carey gave way to Michael Bublé and then Anna was 110% sure it was gay himbo Kristoff who was controlling the music. But she couldn’t be mad. This was his house and if he wanted to blast overplayed Christmas music until everyone’s ears—even the neighbors'—bled, then that was entirely up to him. It’ll stay in his conscience. Or maybe not. He was a white boy. Nothing ever stuck. Anna was still having fun, however, and so was Elsa. She kept giving her the look. The one that said, ‘Let’s get out of here or else I’ll find us a place in this house where I can get my hands on you without having to keep it PG13.’ But they’d just gotten here, Anna thought. So she wasn’t having it just yet. She liked to tease. 

But not too much, because by the third cranberry vodka she was all up and ready to go. Or maybe it was the fourth. Who cared? Anna didn’t. Willy Wonka sure didn’t. Elsa was already grabbing her coat, so she didn’t care either. The perks of dating an introvert.

It was shit cold outside, but that wasn’t news. 

“I’ll drive,” Anna joked and giggled. She was so funny. 

“Are you drunk?” Elsa threw the keys at her anyway. Anna caught them, so she was probs just tipsy. “Why are you entrusting me with the car?” 

“It’s the suburbs. We can go at fifteen and be fine.”

PREPARE TO DIE!!!! Anna calmly thought. They went inside the car. What’s that oompa loompa doing in a car? she thought as well, and laughed again.

“Are you sure you’re not drunk?” Elsa asked. Her cheeks were rosy pink and her eyes were kinda glassy. And why was she so goddamn pretty? 

“I’m more sober than you are.” 

“That’s a first.” 

She wiggled her eyebrows. “Aren’t you glad I keep being your first in everything?” 

Elsa pulled at her wig. She took that as a yes. 

Anna took the fifteen to heart even though it felt so. damn. slow. She felt worse than somebody’s grandma. Hell, she felt worse than Elsa. 

“I’m getting dizzy.” 

“But I’m only going at fifteen. I’m practically crawling.”  

“Can you stop the car?” 

Oompa loompa stopped the car and ugly Christmas gift exited. Anna didn’t realize they had stopped outside of the same house that Elsa almost drove into hours earlier until they were standing in front of it, Elsa taking big gulps of cold air and Anna just standing there, being her Anna self. The wig kept itching so she took it off. 

“Are you okay, babe?” 

Elsa nodded slowly. “I think you put too much vodka in that last drink.” 

“You made that one.” 

“Oh.” 

 Anna reached for her hand and walked her into the white suburban mom’s front yard. The deer really did look like horses and Santa Claus looked like the creepy uncle you try to stay away from. The snowman looked like everybody else’s nightmares. They stood in the yard, both of them staring at the fireplace that burned in the living room—with everything hella open, by the way. Who kept the curtains drawn during these hard times? And where was the All-American family? Was this meant to be a horror story? 

“We look like total creeps right now,” Anna muttered. 

 She saw Elsa nod from her peripheral vision. Then she felt a hand wrap around her arm. “Sit with me for a while.” 

“Uh, here? I’m not sure we’re allow—okay, yes. Okay.” She sat down with Elsa on the snow knowing she’d regret it soon. Like, a moment long. However long that was. 

Elsa hugged her, nuzzling her neck. It tickled, but in a nice way. “I’ll keep you warm,” she mumbled. 

“I doubt that.” 

“I can try.” 

“You really are drunk,” Anna laughed. 

“And you smell like feet.” 

“Okay. Ew. That was the wig.” 

“Sure, Jan.” 

“Who’s Jan.” 

“My lover.” 

“Ah.” Her ass was beginning to go numb. “Do I really smell like feet?” 

“No, you smell like Anna.” 

She smiled like an idiot. “I bet your lover could never,” she said. 

“No,” Elsa mumbled, still close to her neck. “That’s why I love you the most.”

Anna decided it was enough sitting so she kinda just flipped over and pushed Elsa to the ground—cause she didn’t mind the snow and the cold and whatnot—so that she could place herself on top of her. Elsa was laughing but that was probably because she was drunk. Under different circumstances she’d be the one questioning whether it was a good idea to make out on some stranger’s yard. 

But they didn’t make out then—PLOT TWIST NUMERO TREE! 

Anna got too distracted watching Elsa laugh, in a non-creepy way. Because real talk: Anna was stupidly in love. She was in love in the cheesiest of ways. In an ‘I want to spend the rest of my chaotic life with you’ kinda way. She was in love with Elsa in a way that made her know she looked like an idiot when she stared at her but didn’t care anyway. She was in love with Elsa in a way Jan could never. And she knew Elsa was in love with her, too. Because honestly, who looks at you as though you’re the most precious thing in the world even though you look like one of Willy Wonka’s factory workers on a bad day? No one, your honor, that’s who. So somewhere deep down she knew what was coming before she even got the chance to register her own words. 

“Marry me.” 

Elsa fixed her eyes on her. The laugh became a giggle. “What?” 

“Marry me, Elsa.” 

All the metaphors in the fanfic world about Elsa’s blue eyes go here. It’s as though they lit up at those words, or maybe it was the yard’s obnoxious, bright lights. They will never know. The only thing Anna will remember with perfect clarity about that night will be Elsa’s response. 

“Yes.”

#elsanna #submission #december 2020 contest #prompt: warmth #cw: alcohol use #cw: drunk driving #cw: Karen

[feistypaants-archived]

Between The Pipes [Chapter 27]

Rating: M Words: 2025 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When a new owner takes over the Arendelle Ice Breakers, Kristoff isn’t sure about his future with the team. That is, until a PR nightmare throws the newest member of the media team, who also just so happens to be the daughter of the new owner, right into his arms. Kristoff and Anna can’t even stand the interviews they have to do together… how on earth are they going to fix this mess? Hockey!AU.

[Chapter Index]

Where To Read: [AO3]

Notes: morning after :’)

Enjoy!

Kristoff woke with an unfamiliar but not unwelcome weight on his chest. Taking one deep breath in before opening his eyes, he flexed his half asleep arm and turned to face the still soundly sleeping redhead beside him. Her little snores were fucking adorable and Kristoff felt his heart soften under her palm as he focused on the feel of her breath warming his throat. “Anna,” he whispered, pressing his nose against her forehead. A little louder, “hey, Anna.”

She let out one loud snort and a snuffle before nuzzling deeper against his skin. He couldn’t help the breath of laughter that passed his lips. “Baby,” he tried, the word still foreign in his mouth, stroking his free hand down her cheek. “Wake up.”

“Mmmno,” she hummed, her arm wrapping around his neck as her ankle hooked around his calf. “Comfy.”

His thumb kept moving against her skin, stroking over the mess of freckles he had grown to be so fond of. He wouldn’t move if he didn’t have to… but it was kind of bordering on urgent. “I have to pee.”

Anna let out an annoyed groan before she let go of him, scooting just a little away as she tugged blankets tighter around her shoulders. “Come back soon,” she slurred, already drifting back off. He lifted his hand up to her skin, fingers brushing lightly against her as he pushed her messy fringe away from her eyes. A small smile tugged at her lips, and Kristoff found himself unable to look away.

She was beautiful, laying there so peacefully as her little snores started up again. Kristoff was realizing that he had never quite seen her this relaxed. There was something about it - about how sure she seemed that he would be cuddling up beside her again in no time - that made his heart soar.

He didn’t know what was holding him back. 

He loved her, he knew he wanted to be with her, and he knew she felt the same. She understood his fears and baggage and accepted him anyway, and was willing to wait for him to deal with it. Every moment with her felt like a step in the right direction, and every part of him longed for her when she wasn’t around. He didn’t even like going on away games anymore, because video chat wasn’t enough.

So what was holding him back?

Cupping her jaw, he ran a tentative thumb over her bottom lip. She breathed a heavy sigh through her nose and he couldn’t help but smile. 

He supposed if you believed something for so long, it took more effort to change it in the end. He wasn’t magically going to get over these hangups and be ready just like that, but Anna was worth the work. Anna was worth all the time and effort and mental challenges he would face to get to a point where he was ready.

And maybe she’d even be willing to help him along the way. 

Where she could.

Pressing chapped lips to her forehead, Kristoff moved to get up. He jostled the bed as he practically fell out of it, wishing there was slightly more grace in his bones - but it didn’t seem to wake her in the slightest as she pulled a pillow down to her chest to get back to something she deemed comfortable. He didn’t bother putting on any clothes as he made his way to her small bathroom. 

He did his business, splashed his face with some water, and stroked wet hands through his still stiff hair, grimacing as it practically crackled under his touch. He needed a shower, bad. He knew where she kept her towels, knew she had not-so-secretly gone out and bought some of his preferred products, and knew she wouldn’t mind it in the slightest…  So Kristoff flicked on the hot water, stepped into her small square of a standing shower, and washed away the remainder of the evening.

Judging by the levels of light in the apartment, it was barely 7.

Kristoff supposed he could go back to bed - they had been up awfully late...

Or he could whip something together by the time she woke up.

—

-

—

Anna was cold when she woke up. She was cold, and she was alone.

Her hand stretched out in front of her to see if there was any remaining warmth where Kristoff had been sleeping, hoping that he had just gotten up a little bit earlier. It would be okay if he had just gotten up.

But there wasn’t.

Swallowing hard, Anna curled her fingers into the fabric of the pillow. Had he really left? She vaguely remembered him getting up some hours earlier, but she had assumed he would still be tired and come back to bed. Had he seen it as an opportunity to leave? Had he taken one look at her - all knotted hair and smeared makeup and probably some drool crusted on her chin - and decided that it was too much?

Had it been too good to be true?

She sat up just enough to notice his wallet and keys were gone from the nightstand, and his clothes were no longer scattered around the room, and she felt her heart clench under her ribs. There was no trace of him left.

Oh.

Anna had thought - hoped - that their short conversation the night before was a step in the right direction. She had thought it meant he was going to stick around for a while. She thought he meant that he wanted her, that she was going to be his choice when he was ready, thought that the promise of my place next time meant that he was going to start letting go of old baggage… But clearly it had just been the soft encouragement of liquor loosening his lips.

This wasn’t the first time she had been wrong. 

It just never hurt quite this much before.

She was just about to settle in for a day of not leaving the bed and moping when a loud crash from somewhere else in the apartment startled her. “Ah, fuck --” It was louder than a whisper, but clearly hushed as if not to wake her. 

Her whole body tensed as she clambered out of the sheets, grabbing at her small shorts and large tee that she kept thrown over the back of a chair, and padded as quietly as she could out of the bedroom. It was probably just Elsa… or…

Peeking her head around the corner, Anna felt her pulse quicken. 

Kristoff was standing in the middle of the kitchenette, shirtless and cursing as grease popped up from the stove, his suit pants slung low on his hips without the belt secured, and he looked freshly showered and downright glowy as the warm morning sun filtered in through the small window over the sink. Anna swallowed around the lump in her throat.

He was still here.

Barely controlling herself as she moved across the cool wood floor, Anna did her best not to leap on him as she threw her arms around his neck and buried her nose into his shoulder. He jumped just slightly, clearly not noticing her before she collided with him, and let out a short laugh as she tightened her grip.

“Good morning,” he grinned, his voice just a little raspy from disuse and the strain of the night before. “You -- Oh, okay--”

Anna had practically started climbing up him, her legs wrapping around his waist as he lowered one hand to support her bottom. He turned her away from the stove, doing his best to protect her from the splashing bacon while also not letting it burn. “Anna, this --”

“You’re here,” she mumbled against his skin, pressing her mouth and nose into the crook of his neck. The relief she felt coursing through her was almost unbearable.

“What?” Kristoff pulled his head back just enough to look at her. “Of course I am…” His grip tightened on her, and she squeezed his hips with her thighs. “Did you think I left?”

Frowning and pressing her nose back up against his neck, Anna didn’t answer right away. She had, and now she felt ridiculous about it. “Well… all your stuff was gone.”

“Baby,” he laughed and reached back to the pan to flip the now crisping bacon. “I went to the store.” His mouth lowered to rest beside her ear, and his voice dropped to an almost whisper. “How do you live like this? All your fridge had in it was a carton of expired milk and half a jar of pickles.”

Her mood immediately lifted, his teasing brightening everything about the day. “Excuse me,” she snorted, leaning back and straightening her back. She quirked one eyebrow as she stared down at him, practically turning her nose up. “There is a pizza in the freezer.”

He laughed, a full belly laugh, his cheeks stretching with the width of this smile, and Anna was enamoured with him all over again. She had to kiss him. Had to. Her hands rose to his jaw, and she planted a chaste, wide grinned kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

Kristoff’s laugh cut off, but he continued to look at her with adoration in his eyes and a softer smile playing at his lips. She continued stroking her thumbs over his cheeks as he swallowed, flushed pink, and then turned his attention back to the stove.

“Shit…”

Smile dropping, she looked down at the pan of burnt meat and laughed. Bacon did burn awful quick if you failed to give it your full attention. “That’s okay.” Her fingers found their way to the hair at the bottom of his skull again and scratched gently at his scalp, her cheeks flushing when a soft moan left his throat at the contact. “I like my bacon extra crispy anyway.”

“Sure, sure, sure,” he chuckled, bouncing her higher on his hips before taking the hot pan off of the stove. “I’m positive you’re not just saying that.” He reached up to flick off the gas range, slid a spatula under the extra crispy bacon and dropped it down onto a waiting paper towel.

Anna couldn’t help her own giggle from bubbling up behind her lips. “I promise!” And then she lowered his head to kiss him again, both of their toothy grins prohibiting the kisses from being anything but innocent. “I love burnt bacon.”

“Well,” he sighed, his newly freed other hand pressing firmly against her mid-back as he savored her small, peppering kisses. “I’ll burn your bacon every morning, if you’d like.”

“Ooh,” she hummed against him, as if seriously contemplating it. “Tempting.”

Kristoff’s tongue teased her lips then, breakfast quickly forgotten as a heat rose between the two of them. Unspoken promises of many future mornings whispered in the back of her mind, pressing her desire to the forefront as his hands roamed over her body, mapping every inch of her.

She wanted so much, but groaned at the feeling of hairspray still stiff in her hair, makeup still caked on her face, and sweat dried slightly sticky against her skin. She needed to be clean before anything else could happen.

“Ah,” she sighed, pushing regrettably away from him. “It’s my turn to shower.” Anna almost laughed at the clear frustration in his eyes as she wiggled out of his grasp. “Are you willing to burn some eggs for me, too?” 

Watching with delight as his tongue pressed against one cheek then ran across his bottom teeth under his lips - a sign she had learned meant he was wound up and annoyed that he had to tamp it down - Anna touched her feet back down to the cool floor. 

“... Maybe pancakes?”

“Am I your personal chef now?” His teasing irritation made her smile.

With a laugh and a quick hop up to place one more soft kiss against his cheek, Anna grinned. She practically sang “only on the weekends, I suppose,” before skipping off to the bathroom and shutting the door quickly behind her, cutting off any protests he may have had.

#btpfic #feistypantswrites

[thesvenqueen]

Jurassic Park

Rating: T (may change, who knows) Words: 2297 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: Kristoff. Anna. Dinosaurs. And babies? Oh my... (a.k.a. an excuse for a fic about Kristoff being unsure about wanting kids hidden within a Jurassic Park AU because adventure, grumpy Kristoff and, you know, DINOSAURS!)

Note: shout out to @feistypaants for helping me get this thing started after the KA discord decided I should and will be writing this lol love you and all y’all <3 let us all pray I can keep up with this better than I did Mummy. Also, this is just going to be little snit bits of certain scenes from the film and not, you know, the ENTIRE movie cause that would be INSANE. 

{Chapter 1}

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” Anna chuckled.

Kristoff looked back at her, pulling his sunglasses down to eye her, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Anna rolled her eyes, “If you really wanted to scare the kid, you could’ve just pulled a gun on him.”

Kristoff pushed his sunglasses back up, continuing the hike back up to the base. “Whatever.”

Truly, Kristoff didn’t mean to scare the kid. He had wanted to educate him on just how stupid the little shit had sounded. Had he gone a bit dramatic in his explanation? Maybe. Did he have to use the claw they’d found? No, it wasn’t completely necessary. 

Did he have to tell the kid that he would be alive when the raptors would start to eat him? He most definitely could’ve left that part out.

But he would be lying if the scared look on the kids face hadn’t been satisfying. What the kid gets for being disrespectful. 

“What is with you and kids, huh?” Anna asked as she caught up to him and looped her arm through his. 

“They’re just... they’re noisy, they’re messy...they’re expensive.” Kristoff said, “They smell.”

“Kristoff, they don’t smell.”

“They do too.”

“Do not.”

“Name me one kid that didn’t smell.”

Kristoff looked down just in time to catch her rolling her eyes, “Same could be said about you, ya know? You don’t smell great either.”

“I smell fantastic & pine fresh, thank you very much.”

“Yeah, keep lying to yourself.”

Kristoff chuckled, reaching his other arm across to grab her hand and squeeze, “You...you really want to have one of those?”

He didn’t have to ask to know the answer. Kristoff knew full well that Anna wanted kids, and had known since they started dating. They hadn’t talked much about it really, only little side comments here and there, but the idea was still there.

“I don’t want that kid,” Anna said, “But I wouldn’t mind some little Kristoff’s running around here making a ruckus.”

Kristoff smirked, “You don’t think one of me is enough?”

“Oh one of you is plenty, you’re enough of a pain in the ass as it is.” Anna giggled as he bumped her hip, “But...having a baby, your baby, I just…”

Kristoff looked back down at her as she bit her lip. “I know.”

“Have you never thought about it?”

Kristoff sighed, he didn’t expect to be having this conversation here of all places. “To be honest, no. I never really, I don’t know, thought I’d make it that far with someone…” He said, as he idly ran his finger across her wedding band, “I never saw it as a possibility so I just...never gave it much thought.”

Which was true. Before Anna, relationships were not his forte to say the least. It wasn’t until Anna tumbled into his life that he even began to understand what a relationship truly was, what it could possibly hold. Looking back at it now, he’d never in his life would’ve thought that he’d be married to such an amazing, kind, bubbly woman such as Anna. Let alone potentially having kids. 

“And now?” Anna said, pulling them to a halt, intertwining their hands together “Do you...do you see that with me Kristoff?”

He looked down at her, taking his sunglasses off so he could really see her. 

Yes. God yes, he could easily imagine her holding their little boy or girl. Could see her running about chasing after their baby as it toddled around. Could see her smiling her biggest smile as she cradled their little one close to her chest. 

He could see her there, but him? That he wasn’t sure. As with dating, he’d always seen himself too much of a grump and too just...him to even get anywhere with anyone. 

But Anna had changed that, had seen the good, soft guy that he was behind the gruff. Had brought it out of him and made him into a better person; made him into a believer of love. 

There was that underlying fear though that also came with the idea. Would he really, truly be a great dad? He knew little of his real father, but what he did know was not the type of father he wanted to be. He wanted to be like Cliff, his adoptive dad but even then the standards were far too high. He could never be like him.

But what if he could? 

Before Anna he’d never thought he’d make it here, and yet here he stood. A married man to the most beautiful woman that loved him with all she had. 

So maybe, just maybe, he could get there too. With some help but, it could be possible.

Before he could answer, he eyed over her head at the sound of an engine overhead

“What the hell?”

It was a helicopter, one flying right to their dig site. Which equaled absolute disaster for their project, one they had only just begun.

They both took off down the hill back to the site, Kristoff being aware of the helicopter coming closer. As it descended, dust and debris started to fly everywhere around the site. Tarps flapped in the air, students scrambled to take cover. 

“Cover the sites!” Anna yelled, running towards a group of students struggling with a nearby tarp. 

“Quickly guys!” Kristoff called, grabbing hold of a nearby tarp and passing it along to a student. “Cover them up, we don’t want them getting damaged!” 

Any other time, this wouldn’t be a problem. But here, on a site filled with delicate fossils that could break with ease, this was the worst thing they could ask for. The added factor that they had just unearthed another fossilized skeleton made the stakes that much higher.

Passing off the last tarp, looking around to make sure the sites were covered, Kristoff turned to see that the helicopter had landed. He barreled towards it, fists clenched as he approached, 

“Shut that shit off!” He yelled, motioning to the pilot. The pilot looked at him, completely confused and just pointed away from the vehicle as Kristoff came right up to the glass. “I don’t care, shut that shit off now!” He yelled again, and again the pilot pointed, saying something that Kristoff couldn't hear. 

He turned to see where the pilot had been pointing, just in time to see the door to his trailer close.

The hell?

He growled as he stormed off to the trailer, ignoring the confused stares from his students. Whoever this idiot was had some nerve to show up to a dig site, in a helicopter no less, risking disturbing the sites and damaging the fossils and barging into his and Anna’s trailer.

Kristoff yanked open the door, not caring that it slammed into the wall as he did so. He stepped inside, anger only building as he looked for the person who nearly ruined their entire exploration and spying them in their fridge.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing in here?!” 

The man turned, a look of surprise and somewhat glee written on his face. The man was much older, a full white beard covered his chin and glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. He wore a white brimmed hat, to match his all white attire, right down to his white shoes. But the only thing Kristoff saw was red as the man smiled and popped the bottle of champagne.  

“Hey! We were saving that!” Kristoff said as he came up to the stranger, ready to snatch the bottle from his hand.

“Oh, for today I hope.” The man said with a toothy grin. 

“No! It was for--who the fuck do you think you are?” Kristoff growled, jabbing his finger into the man’s chest.

“Oh, how rude of me. Dr. Hammond. John Hammond.” He said, extending his hand and shaking Kristoff’s index finger. “And it’s a delight to finally meet you in person Dr. Bjorgman.”

Kristoff froze, realization hitting him.

Hammond.

The John Hammond.

The man who owned InGen? The one that did research on distinct animals, specifically genetic research?

But most importantly, who ran and created the Hammond foundation? The one that was well known to fund dig sites, such as the one they were on now. 

No, it couldn’t be.

“I see my, uh,” the man said as he walked towards their table near the back of the trailer, “$50,000 a year has been well spent!” 

Holy shit. 

It was him.

And Kristoff has just cussed him up and down.

Fuck.

The door to the trailer slammed open again, Kristoff knew immediately who it was, “Ok,” Anna fumed, storming inside, “Who’s the asshole that--”

“Uh, Dr., let me introduce you to my wife & our paleobotanist,” Kristoff interrupted, turning to Anna as Dr. Hammond came over. Anna looked at him confused, clearly still fuming over the events of the day. Even so, she looked to Dr. Hammond and shook his hand

“Uh, Anna.” She said, eyeing Dr. Hammond, “Dr. Bjorgman to be exact.”

“Anna,” Kristoff said, wrapping his arm around her waist & squeezing, “This is Dr. Hammond.” 

Anna’s eyes widened, looking from Dr. Hammond back to Kristoff and back again as he began to speak.

“Sorry, uh, for the dramatic entrance. I did not mean to disturb your work but, this was the only efficient way I could get to you both as quickly as possible.” 

Anna stood speechless, the first time Kristoff had ever seen her as such. He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at her stunned face.

“Now come along,” Dr. Hammond said as he walked back towards their table, snagging three cups along the way, “let’s sit down and have a drink yes? We have much to discuss, much to discuss.” 

Anna looked up at Kristoff, still completely shocked. The question written on her face:

What the hell?

Kristoff shrugged, looking back over at the Dr.

“Come along now, I insist.” Dr. Hammond called again, pouring champagne into the glasses.

Anna hesitantly made her way to the table, and Kristoff followed suit.

“Now, I’ll get right to the point….”

------------------------------------

“So, what do you think? Do we have a deal?”

Kristoff sipped his glass, letting himself think about what he just heard. To be honest, he was confused. Everything the man had just said had made absolutely little sense to him. Judging by Anna’s tilted head, she thought the same.

“So, let me get this straight.” He said, feeling Anna’s hand rest on his thigh, a sign to be gentle, “You want us to come review your park? 

“That’s right!”

Kristoff furrowed his brow, “Why would you ask us to come review your park? We’re archeologists, not park owners.”

“Oh, but it is right up your ally, I assure you!” Dr. Hammond said, beaming, “Tell you what, why don’t you both come for the weekend? I have a jet standing by that could get you there in a jiffy.”

Kristoff turned to look at Anna. She was looking at her cup, biting her lip as she thought. After a moment, she looked up, “I..I’m sorry Dr. but I’m not sure if we can. We just dug up a new skeleton today and it’s something we’ve been looking forward to for such a long--”

“I can compensate you fully by funding your dig.”

Kristoff tensed then, leaning slowly onto the table and looking at Dr. Hammond. He couldn’t be serious. 

“You’d fund our dig?”

“Of course!” He said, smiling, “I’ve funded many of your digs, as I am sure you are well aware and I’ve loved and admired your work for a long time. The Bjorgmans, the best of the best in the archeology world. Your work is extraordinary!”

That gave Kristoff pause. The man knew exactly who they were, knew how good they were in their craft too; admired it in fact. That was not something you hear everyday. Especially from the man that had funded hundreds of digs over the years alone.

Truly, if not for this man, Kristoff was sure that he and Anna would easily be out of the job. 

What the man was proposing sounded crazy, but then again, they did owe this man more than they could ever offer.

“As much as I--we want to Dr. Hammond, sir,” Anna said, interrupting Kristoff’s thoughts, “The just..the timing of it is just not right and with the site just being discovered--”

“For a further 3 years.”

Kristoff’s jaw dropped.

“3 years?” Anna asked, herself stunned.

“That’s right.” Dr. Hammond said, smiling at the pair.

“You’d...you’d fund the dig for another 3 years?” Anna asked.

“Yes.” 

“Holy shit.” Anna murmured, looking up to Kristoff and he looked down at her knowing she was having the same thoughts.

3 more years of funding meant 3 more years spent at the site. One that they had just barely broken ground on. The area was thought to be home to at least a dozen or more possible fossils; some complete, others not. But that was just all theory. The chances of their being even more here was high with what they had discovered just today. 

The problem was, from the beginning the funds were only enough to cover a few months here. Not near long enough for the full expedition they had wanted to do.

The possibilities of what they could discover, what they could uncover in another 3 years…

Hell, a quick weekend would be worth it in Kristoff’s eyes.

It was then that he found Anna’s hand that still rested on his thigh, squeezing it gently and smiled.

Anna smiled back at him, and Kristoff could see the excitement in her eyes. She then looked to Dr. Hammond. “Where’s the plane?”

#kristanna #jurassic park au #kristoff #anna #sven #bet you can guess who sven will be lmao #jessica writes #oh man #here we go

[dancing-with-dichotomies]

I’ma rant about Frozen/Hans real quick/about some shit some other ppl have probably already bitched about more eloquently than me...

...Why the fuck couldn’t Disney have just let Hans be believable. Or rather, STAY BELIEVABLE. He was such a good character AND HE COULD HAVE STILL BEEN THE VILLAIN AND TOTALLY BETRAY AND FALL OUT WITH ANNA WITHOUT THAT RIDICULOUS “SURPRISE I’M DIRTBAG EVIL AFTER ALL” BS AND YOU WANNA KNOW WHY?

Because unless it turns out he was being literally possessed in that moment by the trolls like some fans speculate that moment just FLIES IN THE FACE OF EVERYTHING ABOUT HIS PERSONALITY SHOWN TIL THEN AND MAKES NO SENSE FOR HIS MOTIVATIONS?

Like honestly I almost feel -bad- for Hans, that one moment aside, for all intents and purposes it seems like this guy just traveled to this place in hopes of arranging a beneficial marriage and... That’s in no way evil. It’s not even manipulative, it’s expected of him, ANNA WAS ON BOARD 100% HERSELF AND -ACTUALLY HAD EVERY REASON TO BE SO-, SHE’S A ROYAL HE’S ROYAL AND THEY’RE HITTING IT OFF THAT’S HER STANDARDS ATM PPL. 

And besides that it seems like he wants to get away from an abusive family. HE SEEMS LIKE A GENUINELY GOOD GUY THEN AND CONTINUES TO HELP THE PEOPLE WITH NO SIGN OF THIS BEING A BURDEN TO HIM WHY THE HELL WOULD HE SUDDENLY DISS ANNA FOR NO REASON AND FUCK UP HIS TIL NOW ACTUALLY GENIUS PLAN THAT WASN’T EVEN THAT EVIL AND COULD’VE WORKED??

Also, HIS PLAN WASN’T PREMEDITATED THIS SHIT IS SO BY THE SEAT OF HIS PANTS, his INITIAL plan was to get in close to Anna and marry her and that’s it, and the fact that he’d rather RISK EVERYTHING TO TRY AND STAY THERE RATHER THAN GO BACK HOME IS SO TELLING BUT BESIDES THAT, soooooo, why ESPECIALLY then would he make such a BOLD move as to INSULT the woman he’s about to MURDER (DOES THIS POWDERPUFF LOOK LIKE HE’S -MURDERED- ANYONE BEFORE, I GUESS I COULD DEFINITELY BE WRONG, BUT IT REALLY DOESN’T SEEM LIKE IT SO HE REALLY SHOULDN’T BE SO -CHILL- ABOUT IT NOW...?) when the situation is already, forgive the 2nd pun, LITERALLY ON -THIN ICE-??

WANNA KNOW WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER/MORE BELIEVABLE?

Coz I’m gonna tell ya anyways. 

LIKE, Hans not wanting to kiss Anna so badly that he would rather do what he did doesn’t even make a lot of sense even IF he was 1000% asexual bc like HE STILL HAS A LOT TO GAIN FROM THIS HELLO? He should have at least TRIED to kiss her and then have them both realize at the same time “Oh crap he doesn’t really love me/Crap that kiss wasn’t magical enough to break that stupid curse for whatever reason/maybe bc SHE never really loved ME...” and THEN bc he’s -obviously- been trying to make his plans CATER TO THE OPPORTUNITY AT HAND (Hans NEVER tries to make a bolder move than he should in any moment but that one, WHY THAT CRUCIAL ONE) Hans will see it at THIS POINT ONLY as him no longer HAVING ANY CHOICE but to kill Anna, HE DOESN’T DO SO WITH A COCKY “OH BOY I GET TO DO THIS” ATTITUDE, HE’S LIKE “FUCK THIS SUCKS I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS BUT I REALLY FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO NOW” AND HE’S WRONG BUT AJFNLAJSNFLJDSDF IT WOULD BE SO MUCH MORE BELIEVEABLE BC -HE BELIEVES HE’S RIGHT- AND -I COULD BELIEVE HE ACTUALLY BELIEVED HE WAS MAKING THE RIGHT MOVE LIKE HE ALWAYS DID-.

Literally unless hypocrite-ass Trolls who married off Kristoff to Anna same day had a hand in bewitching Hans and they plan on making a F3 where he comes back with a bone to pick none of this makes sense DAMN IT DISNEY EITHER HANS RETURNS FOR -SOME- KIND OF CLOSURE (either full blown villain or redemption, preferably the latter) IN F3 OR I WILL STILL GO ON NOT WATCHING F2 THAT I BOUGHT ANYWAYS BC IT GETS MY KID TO SLEEP AT NIGHT, UGH...

#frozen #disney's frozen #prince hans #prince hans of the southern isles #princess anna

[anywhozits]

All I Really Want Chapter 4

Rating: M

Pairing: Kristanna (at some point lol)

Verse: 90s High School AU / frozen retelling

Chapter Summary: Hans and Anna go on a their first date.

Notes: This chapter has some extra warnings—there are references to and conversations about underage sex. Nothing graphic, nothing explicit. None of that will be in any chapter of this fic. However, while reading this chapter specifically, it is important to note that this is a fictional account of one character’s experience. This is definitely not meant to be a universal depiction of how adolescence is “supposed to go” or anything to that effect. Everybody has their own timelines for things like this, which is perfectly valid, and in fact, exactly how it should be—individualized.

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Anna took a deep breath, sighing contentedly while smoothing out her pink silk dress. She knew Hans didn’t mean to be late or keep her waiting or whatever, but she sat here, ready, for the last twenty minutes and he said he was going to arrive ten minutes ago. But Anna didn’t even know whether to trust his word at this point.

She didn’t even know him, really. She didn’t even know what he was like…

Yeah. True. Ugh—shit. Kristoff was right. She didn’t know that much about him.

Well. Okay—his last name was Westergaard. He had 13 brothers.

Um.

He had red hair and green eyes and this really pointy nose that looked really hot and cute at the same time. Like hotute or umm maybe hute. Nah. Hotute was much better.

So, yeah. He had red hair, green eyes, and a hotute nose.

What else…

He lived in Newport Beach.

And… she also knew that…

They had a lot of fun together! They had the most fun together she’d ever had with anybody in her whole life.

And this fun, well—she moved a little quickly with him. It was her decision to take things past kissing on their second night together. And duh—kissing him brought out some kind of really nice jolt of electricity, and it felt so absolutely amazing to actually share that electricity with someone else. So, she couldn’t help it. She was happy to move… quickly. She was more than happy to. They hadn’t done everything yet, but...

Well, it meant they didn’t do much… talking, exactly.

Of course, Anna still found the words somehow in between kisses and um—other things—to monologue about whatever consumed her mind.

But Hans didn’t say much at all. About himself, at least. He still asked a lot of personal questions about her life.

Maybe she should ask him some for a change. Besides, they couldn’t make out throughout the whole dinner, either. That felt like a big no-no in such a super ritzy establishment as Five Crowns anyway. So, they had to talk.

Her stomach suddenly sank.

It was like… she was nervous?

About spending the night with her… friend… with? benefits?

But that seemed so wrong? Why would she be nervous about spending a couple hours gnawing on steak and delicious soufflé and talking with the guy she loved most?

Why did the entire concept of conversation make her want to barf on the spot?

Her stomach fell to her knees.

Maybe Kristoff was right. Maybe love at first sight didn’t exist and she was just lying to herself because she wanted it so badly and…

No. No. Kristoff was getting in her head. It didn’t mean anything. It couldn’t mean anything.

She and Hans would make wonderful conversation at their friends-with-benefits-dinner-date and it would be all fine and dandy and wonderful.

She’d ask him some questions. She’d get to know him. And then she’d show Kristoff! She’d show the shit out of him and that grumpy BFF of hers would be totally wrong!

Except Hans still wasn’t here. So, Anna nervously fidgeted with her dress again. She tried to smooth it out. She clipped and unclipped the two hot pink sparkly snap clips that were on either side of her middle-parted red hair.

After her seventh time fiddling with the clips, she heard the intimidating chime of the doorbell.

Thank God.

She counted to twenty-five before she allowed herself to open the door, needing him to think she had better things to do than twiddle her thumbs and wait for him.

The second she saw his handsome face, her entire bundle of nerves completely disappeared. “Hans!” She ran up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck to give him a passionate kiss on the lips. He stumbled back a little bit, not quite ready for this show of affection, probably, but he caught himself easily, finally relaxing into the kiss and bringing his hands to the small of her back.

“You ready, babe?”

She kissed him again. “Mmhmm,” she mumbled into his mouth.

“Let’s do it.”

And all of a sudden, the nerves were back. Now that she had to contemplate how they would make it through dinner before getting back to this whole smooching business.

But she gave him no inkling of any of these likely-Kristoff-induced-second-thoughts and smiled brightly. She followed him to his black Mercedes and bit her lip for the entirety of the car ride. His hand rested on her thigh, squeezing it ever so slightly.

Only letting up when they pulled off Pacific Coast Highway and into the Five Crowns Parking lot and Anna caught herself shaking.

Nervous, still.

Thankfully Hans took her hand, guiding her into the restaurant in a way that felt more… relationship-y than she was expected. This wasn’t friends. It certainly didn’t seem like friends.

Oh, crap. Maybe she needed to have this conversation with Hans tonight, too. Crap. Crapity crap crap crap. That was not at all what she wanted.

But the fact that there were about five hundred million butterflies eating away at absolutely everything in her stomach right before she was about to chow down on some delicious and expensive food that she actually really wanted to enjoy…

She should do it. Yup. She should do it. All she had to do was wait for the perfect window of opportunity and then she’d just—bam get it all out there out in the open and then they’d say I love yous for days and then go back to his car for some making out and it would be glorious and perfect and probably the best date she’d ever been on.

Wait.

Date. This was a date.

She and Hans hadn’t really… been on a date since they met in February. Not a real date, at least. They went to the movie Vegas Vacation but classically sat in the back and made out the whole time, like, so much so that she didn’t even know exactly what the plot was besides the Griswolds going to Las Vegas and oh yeah—Wayne Newton was also there at some point?

She didn’t count that as a date, exactly. Because of the lack of… talking.

And all the other times they only hung out at each other’s houses.

Which meant… this was her first date. What better time to figure out if they were hopefully something more than just friends? Because friends with benefits wasn’t really what she wanted out of any of this. She knew she should be thankful that she had love. They loved each other. That was great. But… she wanted a relationship, too.

Okay. So that was the game plan. All systems very much go.

When she looked around at the restaurant, taking in the English Tudor / nautical hybrid décor, she began to feel a little out of her element. Her silk dress suddenly became itchy. Everybody else in the restaurant had to be at least 40 years old at a minimum and she thought she must seem like a child. Her pink dress and her pink glitter snap clips and her pink eyeshadow only further proved this point.  

This made her even more nervous. Uncomfortable. It made her worry she’d never find the right opportunity to have this mature and important conversation when she felt like she was eight years old and at her father’s birthday dinner again.

But she’d try…

When they sat down next to each other at their corner booth, Anna’s stomach lurched. Still very worried. Still very young and out of place. Now was definitely not the right opportunity.

The right opportunity didn’t arise when they ordered their French Onion Soups and Filet Mignons.

The right opportunity didn’t arise when they received their French Onion Soups, when they slurped them up, when Anna realized her breath probably reeked more than she cared to admit.

But once the French Onion Soups were cleared, once Hans placed his right arm comfortably over Anna’s shoulders, so she could lean in close… she thought maybe now was the time.

But Hans wanted to talk, too.

“What classes are you in this year?”

This question jarred her. She hadn’t realized they somehow hadn’t covered any of this basic information in the last month. “Oh. Um. I’m taking Geometry Honors, Spanish II, World History, Conceptual Physics or whatever the freshman science is. Oh! And also, studio art because that sounded fun!” She had to take a break for a bit to catch her breath. “English I, too. But I’m not that happy about it because I really wanted Honors English but apparently that doesn’t exist for freshmen? Which seems really dumb because obviously there’s a lot of us who can handle it. I’ve already read like all of the books on our English I reading list. Like, Sense and Sensibility? Jane Eyre? Catcher in the Rye? Honestly? That feels like middle school to me but whatever.” Anna didn’t usually let that many people in on her secret middle school classic literature obsession, but once she got going she couldn’t stop herself. “Um. Sorry. I got all rambly again. I just really like English. It’s my favorite subject. If you couldn’t already tell…”

“Yeah. English is solid.”

“Mmhmm! And what are you taking?” Anna asked. “Let me guess. You look like an … AP US History guy. French III? Regular English. Ummm.. I don’t know what math. And probably um chemistry honors?”

“Close.”

“So, what is it?”

“I’m in Latin. And yep. APUSH, regular English, Chem Honors. I’m in AP Stats this year. I was so over calculus. Such a bullshit class. Tried it for a day but that bitch Ms. Maloney fucking hated me for no reason.”

“Oh. Okay.” Anna bit her lip. This was stagnating. And he was way too oddly aggressive about that calc class. Her stomach dropped again. She wanted to make sure they had the best conversation of their entire lives at Five Crowns on her first real date. “So, then what’s your favorite subject?”

“History.”

“What do you like about it?” Anna asked.

“Wars are hella dope. Cool to learn about.”

“Ah,” Anna said. “Any one in particular?” She tried her best.

“I dunno. I’ve always been into The Great War.”

“That’s World War I, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Sounds like that’d be a good one.” Anna cringed. Her whole body tensed. She hoped he didn’t notice. This conversation felt awkward. She needed to change the subject. “And you play baseball? Any other sports?”

“Nah,” he said as he squeezed her shoulder. “You had that track meet last weekend, right?”

“Yeah. I did. All day Saturday,” she explained, leaning in closer to him. “I did the pole vault, triple jump, and a relay.”

“That sounds pretty fly.”

“Mmhmm. I guess. But…” Anna sighed. “I kinda wish I hadn’t gone. It was, like, the whole day and I came home to a message from Elsa, so. I don’t know. Maybe I’m not meant for track.”

“What’d Elsa have to say?”

“Not too much, really. It was a short message…” Anna’s voice got a little lower. “But she said she’s pretty nervous because she’s meant to hear from colleges soon.”

“Ah,” Hans said. “Well, I wish her luck.”

“Me, too.”

Anna sighed. Sustained silence fell between them for a short while. And Anna couldn’t help but realize… maybe this was her window of opportunity.

“Um… Hans?

“Wazup?”

“What… are we?”

“What do you mean what are we?”

“Oh, duh. Yeah. Well, it’s not—I don’t mean like—what are we—like humans or whatever. It’s not… deep like that,” Anna winced at her futile attempts to explain her nervous thoughts. “I just mean… what are we? You know—in our… relationship or friendship or whatever it is.”

“Oh.”

“You get it? Does that make sense? I can try explaining it again if it doesn’t…”

“I get it.”

“Okay,” she exhaled. Then inhaled. She bit her lip again. For probably the 50th time that night. “So then… what are we?”

“We’re us.”

“Right. And what is us?”

“We’re having fun. Aren’t we? Didn’t you have hella fun watching Vegas Vacation?

Anna’s cheeks flushed red. “We didn’t watch—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. But didn’t you have a blast, anyway? Aren’t you having fun right now?”

“Of course I am, I just meant—”

“That’s all we’re doing, babe. We’re having fun.”

“So we’re… so you’re not my—we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend is what you’re saying?”

“We’re having fun.”

Anna could feel her heartbeat quickening. Her stomach couldn’t drop any lower than it already had.

Now they were confirmed just friends. Even though she wanted this date at Five Crowns to mark the start of something a bit more serious…

But maybe…

Maybe they didn’t need labels to be serious. Maybe they were already serious.

Thinking of this, Anna stared into his green eyes, catching some swirls of what she hoped was sincerity hidden within. “You love me though, don’t you?”

“Of course I love you, babe. I’ve loved you since the day I met you.”

She smiled now, snuggling into him further, content. It didn’t matter what they were, it didn’t matter what they called themselves. They had each other. They had snuggles and smooches and smiles and now a real, legit, super-fun date and they loved each other since the very second they laid eyes on each other.

Take that, Kristoff. Mr. Grumpy-Doesn’t-Believe-in-Love-At-First-Sight man. You lost today, sucker.

She planted a gentle kiss on his lips, a kiss that deepened, continuing until their orders of Filet Mignon were placed gingerly in front of them.

Without the constant pressure of the impending scary and mature conversation, Anna gobbled up her food with ease, quickly, in fact—because she was starting to look more and more forward to the after-date than the date itself.

So much so that she considered skipping out on the chocolate soufflé entirely. And chocolate was her favorite thing in the world. Period.

Once the chocolate soufflés arrived, though, she realized that would’ve been a grave error. No way no how.

Naturally she inhaled the chocolate soufflé. In a way that left Hans laughing and laughing, trying as hard as he could to wipe the chocolate off of her mouth and her shoulders and her dress… and also the walls and some areas of the booth… safe to say, Anna had made quite the mess.

And with him touching her and laughing with her, Anna became giddy. When Hans paid with his Visa platinum and signed the check, taking Anna’s hand again and helping her out of the booth, Anna’s giddiness turned ecstatic.

He thought she was funny. He laughed at her jokes. He laughed at her antics. He helped clean up her mess.

And they had a good conversation about school and a really informative conversation about their relationship. And they loved each other, of course. That was important, too.

Still overjoyed, Anna sat again in Hans’s black Mercedes. Hans drove to one of the Crystal Cove beach parking lots. They parked the car.

The entire area was dark. Nobody was there. Not a car. Not a soul. Not even a seagull.

Anna knew where this was going.

Her heart beat quickly for a new and exciting reason.

Their lips touched with sparks of electricity; a fervent move that sent them shimmying into the backseat of the car.

Anna was no stranger to the black leather seats. She was no stranger to this position.

She’d moved quickly with him. She recognized that. But hearing a chorus of Hans’s delectable I love yous made fireworks ignite within her soul. And so, it didn’t seem quick at all. It seemed just about right. Perfect. If they loved each other on the first night, then everything naturally had to follow at lightning speed to match.

Right?

“Hey, babe?” Hans whispered in her ear, so close that it tickled her a bit and she giggled.

“Yeah?”

“Can we do it?”

She giggled again. “I mean—sure. Yeah. When were you—”

“Tonight,” he said. “Now.”

“Oh.” Anna was out of her element again. Yes, she liked moving quickly. Yes, she liked everything else they’d done, but… this? Tonight?

She didn’t think she was ready. She didn’t feel ready. Did anybody ever feel ready? Did it matter?

It was then that she realized Arendelle Academy had failed her. The school had failed them, more like. She had the period talk in the fifth grade. But since then… all she had to do was some dumb assignment about chlamydia in the Human Development class she took last semester.

That wasn’t enough. Clearly.

And here she was—terrified.

Because, sure, she knew what it meant to do it. But only because of a healthy mix of Sex and the City (Anna knew she was a Carrie), Friends, and Anna Karenina. As a curious middle schooler, Anna learned more than she’d like to admit from Anna Karenina’s spicy affair with Vronksy.

But that suddenly felt all… abstract.

It was like she knew nothing. Nothing at all. In the backseat of Hans’s car, she was about to flunk out of doing it class.

The only shred of information that remained in her brain was her vision. Her perfect, wonderful vision of how she both imagined and desired it to happen.

She pictured herself sixteen or seventeen… on her birthday. One of her favorite days of the year. After some kind of wonderful birthday surprise party all planned perfectly by her boyfriend, the two of them would dash off to a swanky hotel, and when they would get to their wonderful suite, there would be rose petals scattered around the bed. They’d have bottles of some fancy champagne… oh—and some chocolate covered strawberries, of course.

But most importantly—boyfriend. She’d said boyfriend. Obviously. Because she imagined it happening with the boyfriend she loved with all of her heart.

That was just for it, though. The Big It.

For any of the other stuff—stuff they’d already done—she never had the same kind of perfect vision. So, it was easy enough to just… full steam ahead do all of it.

But not this it. Not the Big It.

So many parts of her vision were missing. She needed it to be special. She needed it to feel like the most intimate expression of love for another person possible.

Because…well—that’s exactly what it was to her.

So she couldn’t do it tonight. Not like this. But at the same time, she didn’t want to let him down.

She didn’t want to lose him…

“I don’t know,” was all she said.

“Well, why not? We’ve done everything else. What’s the difference?”

“I want it… to be special. And I’m only—I’m, like, young. Isn’t that bad?”

“No.”

But this didn’t comfort her very much. Because she was young.

Elsa would say that she was too young.

“You don’t think it’s bad? That I’m…” Anna gulped. She worried saying the word fourteen out loud would make him see her as immature and naïve. “You don’t think I’m gonna be bad?”

“No.” He kissed her, then, romantically. Anna relaxed a bit into the kiss. “You’re gonna be great.”

“Have you ever… um—have you done it before?”

“A couple times.”

She’d figured as much, and it made her nervous. Really, really nervous. In her vision of how this should play out, it was her first time and it was her loving, doting, wonderful boyfriend’s first time, too. There were no expectations. There were no comparisons.

Her mind flashed to Kristoff, eyes crinkled and mouth wide in that wonderful smile of his.

No. Don’t do that. Don’t do that, Anna.

She needed to shake herself clear of those thoughts. Of that visual…of that desire, maybe. If that’s what it was.

No. No. It was about Hans tonight. HansHansHans. His hotute nose and his beautiful green eyes.

She loved Hans. She wanted Hans in this way, yes. She did.

It was just…

“I think I want it to be special,” Anna said, her voice small.

“This is special, babe. Just you and me here in my car… loving each other.”

“No, no, no. I mean special special. Like… really romantic special. On a really big event or a really big milestone or something. I want it to mean a lot. And I’m not saying that I don’t want to do it with you because I really, really do want to—like…I want to, and my body wants to and… I just think I need to wait um… a little bit.”

“Okay,” Hans said, sighing. “We can wait.”

Anna’s heart soared. Now she just needed a new vision of how she wanted it to go down. She figured he wouldn’t want to wait that long and really neither did she. If she really wanted him to be her boyfriend and not her friend-with-benefits then she needed to double down. She couldn’t keep him waiting for too long.

But if she were worried about being too young… and if she were worried about what Elsa would say, and she wanted it to happen on her birthday, ideally. Then… she should just say it.

“My birthday.”

“What about it?”

“My birthday. We can do it on my birthday, okay? That’s… three months away,” Anna explained. In three months, she’d be fifteen. And fifteen seemed old enough.

Right?

Right. Fifteen felt right. Her birthday felt right. Elsa had to understand. And maybe Elsa would even be proud that she waited those three months instead of diving right in.

Shit did Anna want her sister to be proud of her.

She continued, “I know it’s awhile, but. It’s an important day and we can be together, and I think… I think that’s perfect. I think then it’ll be really special.”

And then… when it happened, she just knew he’d decide he wanted to be her boyfriend for real.  

Hans nodded. “Okay. Deal. June 21st, right?”

And her heart leapt at the sheer fact that he remembered.

They made out some more. They got close, really close, to doing what he wanted, but they didn’t. He respected her wishes.

He respected her.

And when Hans dropped her off at home that night, Anna knew what she needed to do. It was late. Again. She always called Elsa so late. It was self-sabotage, really. Elsa’s world operated three hours later than Anna’s…

But she picked up the phone and dialed her sister’s number anyway.

Nothing but ring ring ring ring times infinity and then that condescending beep. Another beep… another message destined to be unanswered but not unheard.

Anna still couldn’t believe that stupid track meet had kept her away from Elsa’s once-in-a-blue-moon phone call.

“Um—Els. Hey. It’s me again. Your sister. Anna…” Anna shook her head. Elsa would recognize her voice. Duh. Anna always had to make everything so awkward. No wonder Elsa hardly ever called her back. “Um, anyway. I, uh—I’m so sorry I keep calling and I’m so sorry I keep leaving all these messages and I’m, like, the most sorry I missed your call Saturday—I wish I’d been home. I…I can’t even tell you how much I wish I’d been home…” She balled up her hands into tight fists and squeezed, hard, trying to keep a lid on all of her emotions. “It’s just—I really, really miss you and I have…” Anna knew what she wanted to tell Elsa, but she didn’t know quite how to frame it. She tried to squeeze her fists harder. “I, um—I did something. And I think…” But she couldn’t help it—her emotions had no lid. Tears spilled down her cheeks and she took a deep breath in a futile attempt to hide the trembling within her voice. “I think you’ll be really proud of me.”

#kristanna #fanfic #frozen

[generaldisdainn]

Four of a Kind

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Rating: MA (for eventual smut)

Word count: 2290

Summary:  After accepting a job as the head of marketing for a local animal shelter, Anna finds herself in a new city in need of a place to live. Luckily, 3 guys know just the place.

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Chapter 2

Of course the one day Anna picked to move into her new place was absolutely sweltering. The sun mercilessly beat down on her back as she tried to balance a lamp under one arm and a slew of binders and folders under the other. She was kicking herself for turning down Sven’s offer to help her move in. She didn’t want to be a burden on him, which was why she turned him down in the first place, but did she just end up looking like she was full of herself for insisting she could handle it?

Anna brushed the thoughts aside as she made her way back into the complex with the items under her arms. Her room was finally starting to look more like her room. She had brought in her special keepsakes and trinkets, art supplies, favorite chair, and some tasteful wall decor. Now all she needed was to grab her dresser and she’d be good to go.

Shit. The dresser.

Anna looked around her room. She had already struggled enough with the rest of her stuff. How the hell was she supposed to lug a dresser up here all by herself?

She heard the door unlock and open and close ceremoniously from the front room. Oh thank god. Sven was home. She could take him up on his offer to help. She exited her room and happily made her way to rendezvous with him.

“Sven, I’m so glad you’re back. I know I said I didn’t need help but I-” She stopped in her tracks, words faltering and steps skidding to a halt as she rounded the corner. It was Kristoff. That definitely wasn’t who she was expecting. “Oh, it’s you.” She tried her best not to sound disappointed, but in truth, she was. Since touring the apartment, she had messaged Ryder about bathroom arrangements and had met up with Sven at a cafe to sign the lease, but Kristoff? This was the first time she’d spoken to him since then, and his height, stiff posture, and stoic expression didn’t help her feel any more comfortable than when she first met him.

He placed his keys down at the table by the front entrance and shrugged off his jacket as he turned to her. “Sorry, I’m definitely not Sven,” he said. His lips turned up in what seemed to be a slight smirk. She’d take it.

“Yeah, I can see that,” she chuckled.

“Did you need help or something though? Sven told me you’d be moving in today.”

Anna hadn’t expected that. The king of the cold shoulder offering to help? Maybe she had misjudged him. “That would actually be amazing. I just need to get my dresser and then I’ll be done. That thing is way too heavy for me. I mean, my lamps and bedsheets were fine. Even my craft box was okay to get up here, and I have so much junk in there. I used to have more, but I gave a lot of stuff away because, you know, fresh start and all. But everything was pretty manageable to get up here. Let me tell you though- those stairs up to the complex? Whew! Absolutely brutal.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you talk a lot?”

Normally she would take a comment like that as an insult, but the smile on his face implied it was intended to be anything but. Even still, the kind sparkle in his eyes didn’t stop the guilt from creeping up her sides. “Sorry, yeah.” She laughed in spite of herself, trying to be good-humored about the whole thing. “I’m working on it.”

His face immediately fell. “Oh, um, no, I, uh,” he paused to clear his throat. A sheepish hand made its way to the back of his neck. “I was just joking. Sorry. The guys and I- we pick on each other a lot and I don’t, I don’t think you talk a lot.”

Anna waved her hands in protest, cutting him off before he could apologize anymore. “No, no! It’s okay, really.” And it was. The last thing she wanted to do was be treated any differently or change the way the guys felt they could act in their own home. And besides, a part of her was beaming at the realization that he was already picking on her like one of the guys.

“Okay.”

Kristoff’s eyes met hers and they both smiled, sharing in some sort of mutual understanding that they were both a little awkward and that was okay. His features had softened a bit, and for the first time she was able to take in the soft stubble on his chin, the curve of his jaw, and the gentle warmth in his eyes.

“I, uh-” Kristoff cleared his throat again. “Do you want to go get your dresser?”

Anna was suddenly sent back to reality. She straightened herself up and nodded. “Yes! Let’s go.” She made her way to the front door, Kristoff close behind her.

Their ride down in the elevator was relatively quiet, but the silence wasn’t awkward. Rather, it was peaceful, almost comforting in its stillness. She still felt nervous around Kristoff. After all, she hardly knew the guy. But his offering to help and the soft hesitancy with which he spoke were signs that pointed to him being a much sweeter guy than she had originally thought. Maybe he was a secret softy and Sven and Ryder were the real tough ones. She laughed at the thought.

“What’s so funny?” Kristoff asked as the elevator doors opened and they made their way out of the apartment building and over to Anna’s car.

“I was just wondering if maybe you were secretly a sweet guy and Sven and Ryder were the tough, scary ones.” She surprised herself with the boldness of her joke, but his first joke to her was about her tendency to ramble, so she figured she deserved to settle the score at least a little bit.

Kristoff scoffed. “You think I’m scary? Wait until you see Sven the morning after a night out.”

Anna giggled, finding a sort of rhythm in their conversation.

“This is my car,” she announced, popping open the trunk to reveal the aforementioned dresser.

“Of course it is,” he said with another smirk. She was starting to think this would be a habit with him.

“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked, hands on her hips in mock frustration.

“Nothing- you just seem like the kind of girl that drives a hybrid.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She twirled her keychain on her finger. “Now, are you going to help me get this stupid thing up to the apartment or are you just going to sit here and tell me that I ‘seem like a hybrid girl,’” she used air quotes to emphasize his phrase and rolled her eyes, smiling all the same.

“Alright,” he replied, his hands up as if to let her know he was done. Kristoff made his way over to the trunk and examined the dresser.

Anna opened her mouth to offer a suggestion about how to get it inside but immediately closed it without uttering a sound.

Kristoff had squatted to get some leverage and heaved the dresser up and out of her trunk. He placed it down on the pavement with a thud.

She couldn’t help but notice the way his jeans hugged his ass when he squatted down, the way his muscles moved and shifted to allow him to lift something so bulky.

“Wow, you’re really strong,” she found herself saying.

Kristoff laughed again. “Thanks. I do construction for a living, so I kinda have to be.”

Oh. Something about the thought of Kristoff lifting and carrying stuff around all day struck her as incredibly intriguing. Maybe sexy was a better word to describe it.

She offered to help him with the dresser, but he insisted on doing it himself. She couldn’t help but stare at the sheer strength of his arms and his back and his legs. He was a big dude, and she couldn’t say she was surprised he was strong, but how could she have possibly missed just how good he looked?

Anna shook the thought out of her head. It was her first day in the apartment. She wasn’t going to start ogling her flatmates.

Kristoff placed the dresser in the main entryway and wiped at his brow, now glistening with sweat. “Do you think you got it from here?”

Anna laughed but Kristoff just cocked an eyebrow at her. “Oh, you were serious.”

Kristoff didn’t say anything, just looked at the dresser and then back at her. He bit at his lip and she noticed his foot tapping impatiently. Why did he seem so nervous all of a sudden? Before she could dwell on the thought much longer, he replied. “Yeah, no, you’re right. I got it. Just show me where you want it in your room.”

Anna led him to a spot that she had picked out in a corner of her room. It fit perfectly. She turned to him and clapped her hands together. “Thank you so much, Kristoff. Really. This was such a huge help, you have no idea.” Her face fell a bit as she regarded him. He didn’t seem smug or confident like he had earlier. He was glancing around at the walls, foot still tapping and arms crossed over his chest protectively.

“Yeah, don’t mention it,” he replied simply before backing out of the room with what seemed like urgency.

Anna shrugged it off and sat down to unpack her things. At the very least he didn’t seem to completely hate her like she feared he would.

***

Anna had settled comfortably into her room. Her books and trinkets had been arranged on a small shelf. Her desk drawers were packed with her craft supplies, and her walls had a few tasteful posters and pictures on them. It was starting to feel homey.

Sven had gotten home a while ago, as had Ryder. From what she could hear in the kitchen, Sven was singing and cooking, and every once in a while she could hear either Ryder or Kristoff laugh.

Despite her positive interactions with both Ryder and Sven, and now even Kristoff, she was still new to the apartment, and she had no idea where she would possibly fit in. Would it be polite to go out and try to hang out with them, or would that seem too pushy? She bit at her thumb as she contemplated her options. A knock at her door ended up deciding for her.

She opened the door, and much like her first meeting with him, Sven was leaning against the door frame, maintaining his suave, casual demeanor. “Knock knock,” he said as he craned his neck over Anna’s shoulder to investigate the room. “Oh this is cute! Much better than the last guy. His room was always disgusting.” Sven shuddered as if remembering the room’s previous state.

“Oh, thanks!”

“Did you want to join us for dinner? Not to brag or anything, but I’m like, kind of an amazing cook.”

“Oh my god, shut up!” Anna heard from the kitchen.

Anna giggled and agreed, allowing herself to be led into the kitchen on Sven’s arm.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, she gasped. Candles were lit at a dinner table she hadn’t even noticed until now. Everything smelled delicious, and her mouth watered as she caught sight of a large bowl of pasta on the island. Someone had placed a large bouquet of flowers in a vase on the table, and a piece of what looked like regular printer paper had “Welcome, Anna!” scrawled across it.

“I don’t know what to say,” she breathed, her mouth hanging agape in disbelief. Here she was, pacing her room trying to figure out whether or not to join them when they had been making a special dinner for her. “Thank you, guys. Wow, just, thank you so much, I-”

“No need to thank us,” Sven interrupted. “Just sit down, relax, and enjoy the delicious food prepared by yours truly,” he said, gesturing to himself. “Now you know that one of the perks of living here is that you have an amazing live-in chef.”

Anna laughed at his exaggerated tone. He was clearly playing it up for laughs, but even just the smell of the food proved he knew what he was doing.

“I swear to god, Sven, if you say one more thing about how good of a cook you are, I promise, I will punch you in the face,” Kristoff sighed, rubbing at his temples.

“You’re only mad because it’s true,” Sven teased. “You three would go hungry without me!”

“Sven, you boiled noodles from a fucking box. I think we would manage,” Kristoff retorted.

“These may be from a box, but they are boiled with love!” Sven declared, gesturing dramatically to the bowl of pasta, still sitting untouched on the island.

“Uh, guys, can we eat?” Ryder piped, voice low and hesitant. Anna had almost forgotten he was there.

“Yes, yes, of course.” Sven cleared his throat and held up his glass. He slung an arm across her shoulders. “Anna, welcome to Apartment 4D.”

Anna looked at the faces around her. Ryder’s smile almost took up his entire face, it was positively infectious. Sven proudly held his glass in a toast, and the arm thrown over her shoulder made her feel warm and welcome. Kristoff smiled a soft, easy smile at her, his posture relaxed and his eyes warm. She didn’t even remember she was nervous just five minutes ago.

#kristanna #fanfiction #kristanna fanfic #frozen fanfic #frozen

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@counterpunches​ submitted:

Once again there are too many to choose so I’m going to pick too many, but really it’s your fault no I won’t be taking any criticism.

how me that solvable problem

ethically sourced kid!Elsa

well this prompt feels custom made to talk about self-harm

she drops the silver chain of sound

a love sTRONGER THAN BLOOD SISTERS r u kitten me

oh hey! you picked some that actually ended up too unwieldy to keep writing in longhand

show me that solvable problem: post-Frozen II canon divergence where Arendelle sank under the sea like a good little metaphor on sins of the father. kinda your typical “but what does it actually MEAN to step into ur power, mum” thing on both Elsa and Anna’s side, with a side helping of Honeymaren/Elsa, Kristoff discovering ~his past, and uh. a lot of political talk on indigenous knowledge and politics of redress (Arendellians are refugees now, Northuldra have been settler colonized for decades, what do?? that kinda stuff)–almost too much, but ultimately a reasonable amount!

ethically sourced kid!Elsa: stems from my…uh. inability to understand the appeal of present day Elsa meeting a POST-Incident kid!Elsa when obviously her meeting a PRE-Incident kid!Elsa has so much more inherent drama. kid!Elsa steps into an idk portal and shows up at the castle in the post-Frozen II world. it’s been a few years; Anna is VERY comfortable with her current life and is expecting her first child, so um. the child version of her older sister showing up out of the blue throws her into a not-insubstantial tailspin. present!Elsa superficially is more capable of keeping it in stride, but the elephant in the room of “well do we TELL her what’s coming” just looms larger and larger until it all ends in tears, because Elsa and Anna disagree about what to do, and it ends up being their first no holds barred FIGHT, where they both accuse each other of being selfish and they’ve somehow turned into the worst parts of their parents. Kristoff, Sven, and Olaf spend most of their time basically being Bow from season 4 of She-Ra; Honeymaren meets the kid version of her now-girlfriend, immediately and justifiably is like “wow! weird vibe,” grabs Ryder and leaves. poor, poor kid!Elsa is a) kind of a hellion, pre-Incident, which everyone forgot about, and b) comes to a whole slew of horrible realizations, beginning with the fact that her parents are both dead now, Anna is being weird and closed off around her, her present self is being less weird but apparently did something HORRIBLE that no one will talk about, and it’s. it’s bad. if someone has any advice on how to tag dialogue with two characters that are the same character, just time-displaced, that would be lovely, because the closest i came was that kid!Elsa would be called Kid Elsa ala Kid Flash and obviously present!Elsa would be The Elsa (and they fight crime! jk they cry a lot and kid!Elsa ends up throwing hands with her older self, by which i mean Elsa gets a nice taste of what being shot to the heart with ice magic feels like)

well this prompt feels custom made to talk about self-harm: the prompt was “angst, loss, scar,” so. five times Elsa didn’t scar. the self-harm part comes in a few times, but the reason i approached it at all was because i imagined Elsa going through a ~phase as an adolescent where she tore through every medical text she could get her hands on to find out what’s wrong with her, and it…spiraled into thinking some dark thoughts about what would happen, since the magic mostly comes out of her hands, if she…hurt them in some way. she ends up being too chickenshit to go through with it because she’s THIRTEEN, ELSA WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK YOUR THUMB. it ballooned out into a longer meditation on Elsa grappling with her not-quite humanity, where she’s never entirely sure what rules of mortality apply to her (all of them actually! Elsa u fucking melon), going all the way to post-Frozen II, where she’s…weirdly maudlin about her death leaving no trace on her physical body, until Anna shows up. they actually end up talking about Mattias, and the ways he’s visibly aged from his portrait (Anna commissioned a new one for him)–it all ends with something about how, like. yes living does leave its marks on you but maybe Elsa should stop thinking about it in such extreme ways, and also see a therapist

she drops the silver chain of sound: another *sigh* RWBY fic, this one charting Winter and Robyn’s relationship in universe, from Academy years to post-canon. i haven’t been able to find any fic about them that responsibly handles the nuances of Winter a) being abused a lot of multi-layered ways, but also b) being complicit in war crimes and her own transformation into an instrument instead of a person, and (as of V7) STEADFASTLY COMMITTED TO IT. basically starting from the place of “Robyn doesn’t owe Winter jack shit and is Busy, it’s Winter’s responsibility to change herself,” and trying to be realistic about the ways Winter would and would not let herself change. truth kink! it’s a thing with them. a lot of talk about agency and identity, and weird detours about how Cartesian dualism is a tool of the colonizer–but honestly, you can’t make one of your main mechanics be “an extension of the soul” and not expect me to inject some woo

a love sTRONGER THAN BLOOD SISTERS r u kitten me: to answer your PS about which fires i’m embleming: i started with Sacred Stones and then moved through Path of Radiance and Radiant Dawn (still have no idea what a Fire Emblem is, which i think is v sexy of me). Radiant Dawn has some BONKER-TASTIC sapphic moments–your standard “i’m queen but i’m shy” archetype has a ladyfriend who is the CAPTAIN OF HER GUARD. Captain gets taken hostage, gets her hair lopped off (…by a professional hairdresser i guess, since this is what she looks like after) and sent to Shy Queen in a VERY STANDARD “i have your precious” moment and then has to debate over saving the Captain or the Kingdom and it’s just. so

anyways of course the extreme gayness goes blithely unacknowledged for the rest of the game, and the epilogue has the AUDACITY to say that their bond was “stronger than blood sisters,” which is…fine! it’s fine. the fic is mostly just about actually ADDRESSING the intimacy that they have through some hair washing.

PS: i’ve started Awakening, which a) looks promising re: knowing what a Fire Emblem, and b) has caused me to start a new WIP called “NO YOU’RE NOT YOU’RE OBVIOUSLY LAURA BAILEY”

PPS: appreciate the recurrence of Standard Nintendo Plot Pattern Sigma (gender fuckery to stop a bad time thing), which i THINK is what’s happening in Awakening–no one tell me if i’m right tho!!! i wanna keep speculating about whether ~~~Marth is my daughter or my grandma’s niece or Taylor Swift’s second cousin

#self harm tw #just in caseys #submission

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Dean Winchester Hates Witches Take 2

Febuwhump Day 4: Impalement 

Fandom: Supernatural

TW: None that I can think of

Work Count: 1497 Tags: whump, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, de-aging, de-aged Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester takes care of Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester is Sam Winchester’s parent, 

Dean sent the bullet flying into the witch. As soon as he confirmed her dead, he turned to his little brother. Last he’d seen, his brother had been laying in a heap on the floor. But Sam’s massive body wasn’t there anymore. In his place lay a small child in a man’s clothes.

“Sam?”

Dean crept closer, making sure his gun was still handy in case this was a trick. Dean nudged the small child onto its back and let out a gasp. The child was Sam, but he looked to be about 5 years old. 

“Oh shit.” 

Little Sam began to stir at that moment. He twitched his eyes open and glanced up at Dean before scrambling back, terror on his little face. Sam’s little body got tangled up in the massive clothes. Dean raised his hands up, trying to show Sam he meant no harm. Sam shrieked and Dean looked up at his hands realizing his gun was still in his hand. He quickly threw the firearm into his waistband and raised his arms up once again.

“Easy, Sammy. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Who are you? How do you know my name?”

“Well, uh.” Dean rubbed the back of his neck. “I know this is gonna sound weird Sammy, but uh, I’m your brother, Dean.”

“You’re not Dean. You’re old, Dean is 9.” 

“I know Sammy, I know it seems that way. But I really am Dean. Something happened to you, bud. You’re supposed to be an adult, like me.”

“How do I know you’re really Dean?”

Dean paused, wracking his brain for anything he could think of to prove his identity. His first thought was the amulet, but at age 5, Sam hadn’t given it to him yet. Finally, a spark of inspiration hit him. 

“Your first day of kindergarten, I walked you to your classroom. You didn’t want to let go of my hand, but I told you I would be waiting for you right outside the door as soon as the bell rang in the afternoon. And I was. On the way home, you told me all about your new teacher and the friend you made who had the same name as me. You thought it was so cool you made a friend who’s name was Dean,”

Upon hearing the tale, Sam jumped up and began running towards Dean. The pants were so big that he ran right out of them and the shirt fell off one shoulder. Dean squatted down, letting Sam run into his arms. 

"Hey, Sammy. I know this is scary, but we'll figure it out."

"I know you will Dean. You always protect me."

Dean felt a rush of warmth spread in his chest at Sam's words. "And I always will Sammy."

Dean wished he could've called Bobby. The man would have called them idgits for getting themselves into a situation like this, but he'd help them with research and would be able to guide Dean on where he should look. But Bobby was dead now, so Dean was on his own. So instead of calling Bobby, he tried to think about where to look to find a reversal. 

On the way back to the motel, Dean stopped at a local thrift store. He needed to find clothes that were designed for a 5 year old instead of a sasquatch. A few concerned glances were thrown toward the kid drowning in nothing but a t-shirt, but Dean tried to ignore them and get done with the shopping. Dean felt much better as soon as they stepped through the door of the motel and away from any prying eyes. 

"Alright, Sammy. I gotta do some research. Why don't you watch some TV or something while I do that?" Dean said as handed the remote to Little Sam. 

Sam looked hesitant, but took the remote from Dean anyway. "Are you sure it's ok? Daddy doesn't like when the TV is on when he's doing research."

"I'm not dad, squirt. I don't mind if the TV is on. If I did I wouldn't have suggested it."

Sam thought about it for a second, but then smiled brightly at Dean before plopping on a bed and clicking the TV on. Dean couldn't help but notice that Sammy automatically went to the furthest bed from the door. 

Sam clicked through several channels before settling on the Disney Channel. Sam was mesmerized as a movie called Frozen came on. The picture was so clear compared to the cartoons he was used to. He instantly became absorbed in the storyline. 

Dean focused on his research. He started with John’s journal, but when that proved unhelpful, he turned to a tome on witchcraft that the boys actually kept in the car for such times as these. He was just starting to find something that might be useful for their situation when he heard a fearful cry from his actually Little brother. Dean’s head snaps up and he finds a distraught Sam.

“What’s wrong Sammy?” He asks as he makes his way over to the bed and sits down beside Sam. Sam launches himself into Dean’s arms and begins to cry.

“That snowman was just impaled.” 

Dean was confused. He knew Sam had been a sensitive child, but he doubted a kids movie on the Disney channel had shown a graphic scene such as impalement. And also, how did a 5 year old even know what that meant?

“How do you know what impalement is Sam?”

“Daddy came home bleeding one night and I heard him say he’d been impaled.”

“When did you hear that?”

“He thought I was sleeping. But I was just faking. I wanted to see daddy when he got home, but when he got home he looked really angry, so I just pretended to sleep.”

Dean thought he remembered the specific incident that Sam was talking about, but he couldn’t be 100% sure. After all, their dad had come home many times injured. Either way it was upsetting Sammy, so he had to do something. He glanced up at the screen and saw a little snowman talking to a man and woman. 

“Look Sammy, the snowman is fine, see?!”

Sam looked up and saw the snowman talking to Anna and Kristoff and he felt a little better. “Isn’t he in pain though?”

“It doesn’t look like it.”

“But Daddy was. He kept making ugly faces and saying bad words.”

“Well, do normal snowmen talk Sam?”

“No” 

“Why does this snowman talk?”

“He’s a magic snowman. Elsa made him with her ice powers.”

“So he probably doesn’t feel any owies because of the magic.”

“Oh, ok.” 

“And even though dad did feel his owie, he got better right?”

“Right.”

“Well so did the magic snowman.”

“Ok.” 

Dean moved to stand up, but Sam clung to him. Sam seemed to have accepted Dean’s magic explanation, but he was obviously still feeling somewhat distressed. 

“Will you sit and finish the movie with me Dean?”

“I really need to get this research done Sammy.”

Instead of using words to argue with Dean, Sam simply looked up at him and gave him the widest, pleading eyes he could muster. Dean didn’t remember him using his puppy dog eyes that young, but clearly he could and they were lethal.

“Damn, Sammy. Those should seriously be illegal.”

“Hmm?” “Nothing, nevermind kiddo. Fine. I will watch the rest of the movie with you. But then I need to go back to work ok?” “Ok.” Sam said, clearly happy he got what he wanted. He snuggled further into Dean. Dean would never admit it out loud, but it felt nice having his little brother all cuddled up with him. Without even realizing he was even doing it, Dean reached down and began carding his fingers through Sam’s floppy hair. Within 20 minutes, the kid was passed out. Dean had promised he’d finish the movie with Sam, so even though Sam slept through the end, Dean sat with Sam cuddled up in his lap and ran his fingers gently over his scalp until the credits rolled.

Once the movie was over, Dean gently laid Sam down on the bed and returned to his research. It took another few hours, but Dean finally determined that there was nothing he could do to reverse the spell, they would just have to wait it out. The book said that most de-aging spells lasted 3 to 5 days, but if the witch was powerful enough it could last up to 8 or 9. The witch has been doing pretty minor level stuff when they caught onto her, so he didn’t think Sam would be stuck like this for more than 5 days.  

Dean sighed and began a mental list of things he would need for Little Sam until Big Sam returned to him. For now, all Dean could do was enjoy the cuddles and hope that Big Sam didn’t remember anything when he aged up.

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday4 #spn #de-aged #Deanwinchestertakescareorsamwinchester

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Frozen II (Spoilery) Review

So I went and saw Frozen in theatres last night, and... I like it, but I was somewhat disappointed. Not sure if that was because I spoiled most of the movie for myself already before going in, but then again, most of the stuff I was disappointed with was writing issues as opposed to feeling underwhelmed, so meh. Here goes:

The Good:

- I actually really like most of the sound track. AIF, STNC, ITU, & SY were instant faves and are on repeat. TNRT isn’t really a fun song to listen to, but the lyrics are pretty powerful. 

- The premise of F2. One of my complaints about F1 was the lack of lore and explanation for any of the magic. I’m glad that this film took an origin-story approach, and dove deeper into the world of magic in Arendelle. Much-needed.

- The outfits. Elsa’s new fit at the end of the movie was absolutely gorgeous, and I really like her with her hair down. Anna’s travelling outfit (with the cape) is my favourite, and I think I’m the only one who really likes her coronation dress (at least the colours anyway). But I think I do prefer some of her coronation dress concepts from The Art of Frozen: 

- Matthias is a treasure. Enough said. 

- Olaf’s death scene. Wow. 

- Iduna’s lullaby being a theme for the movie was awesome. It’s somewhat haunting, but also inviting.

- The animation was stunning. The color scheme for the movie worked really nicely, and Show Yourself was easily one of the prettiest animation scenes I’ve scene in a while. Especially when Ahtohallan revealed the memories in a drop of snow; absoluting breathtaking. 

- For all the bitching that everyone did prior to the film, the separation wasn’t even that bad. Everyone seemed pretty chill about the whole thing, and no one looked like they were heart broken. Y’all definitely stressed yourselves out for nothing.

The Bad:

- F2 had this weird thing going on where there was no real plot, but also, a lot was happening in every scene. I think Jen and the rest of the team overextended themselves with the backstory of Arendelle, Northuldra, the spirits, Iduna, Agnarr, Elsa, Ahtohallan, character arcs, etc. so everything felt so convoluted. They could have definitely simplified some things so it was easier to follow, tied certain aspects together, or at least get rid of the B-plots so the main story could get more attention.  

- Because of how much they had to cram in, the pacing was far too quick. They were skipping important transitions and jumping from scene to scene, and they didn’t allow enough time for some of the events and dialogue to flesh themselves out and settle into the story. Slow-down scenes are very important for a movie to feel like comfortable and evenly-paced, and F2 not only didn’t have enough of those, but when they did, they rushed through it and moved on to a new idea too quickly. It was like they were desperate to keep spoon-feeding us information. 

- Speaking of spoon-feeding info, waaaaaay too much of the dialogue was expositional. Most of the interactions only served to explain what was happening either to the audience or to other characters, and they didn’t feel like the natural and relaxed dialogues that were present in F1. The writing team really disobeyed the “show, don’t tell” rule in this movie, and it was very apparent. 

- One of my biggest complaints about F1 was Elsa’s lack of personality outside of her magic (and Elsa feeling more like a plot device), and it looks like the writers didn’t bother to fix that in F2. While I understand that depression and anxiety can be that overwhelming, it doesn’t work for Elsa as a fictional character to not have any shining aspects of her character outside of the issues she has with her magic. Is she funny? Is she sarcastic? What does she like to talk about on a regular basis? Is she really passionate about art or music? Does she practice an instrument or draw in her spare time? What does she like to crack jokes about? Who are her friends and what do they do when they hang out? It seems like Elsa’s magic defines every aspect of her and I don’t like that. She needs to have stronger characterization. I feel like no one at Disney really knows how to write her as a complex, dynamic, and fluid person outside of her powers. 

- Everybody’s character arc sucked and/or didn’t exist. Almost no one grew fundamentally, and if they did, their arc was written so poorly and better resembled a scatter-plot. Elsa started and ended the movie acting the same way. There’s no significant difference in her personality or the way she interacts with anyone or her view on the world. Olaf....???? His “some things change” arc was just weird all around. Anna did grow as far as her constantly trying to watch over Elsa, but her queenship should have had an arc too. While I like Anna as queen, it felt random, and really lacked build-up and foreshadowing. It also didn’t help that the scene where she and Elsa talked about making her queen didn’t exist. Again, skipping important transitions. And Kristoff...oh sweet Kristoff...

- I don’t ship Kristanna, but I’m not anti-Kristanna or anti-Kristoff either. I don’t mind their relationship at all. But this proposal plot was not it. Not only was it incredibly poor timing, but why did the writers think that was the best they could do with Kristoff? You have a reindeer ice man going from living in a mountain to being a part of the royal family, and proposing was the best challenge you could think of? How about the ups and downs of adjusting to royal life? Where is my Kristoff feeling out of place in the family because he’s awkward at balls, uncomfortable in stuffy clothing, getting nervous about greeting royal dignitaries, wanting to give commands to soldiers but not sure if it’s his place, wanting to contribute more to Arendelle but not knowing what to do, feeling like he’s not a good fit? Where is his sense of growth as he realizes that he doesn’t have to change who he is at heart to fit in to the royal family, and that he does have a place in Arendelle and in Anna’s life? Where is his growth in getting comfortable with royal life? This was such an easy option, come on!

- Lost in the Woods is a good stand alone song, but it should have been written differently for the film. It really kills the mood of the film and doesn’t vibe with the setting, and while the animation is hilarious, it also makes Kristoff look kind of silly. I loathe the Lopezes for always opting for poppy/rock showtunes, and not writing melodies and instrumentals that actually work for Frozen’s time setting. I don’t think they understand how much some of their songs really draw people out of the film. When I’m Older is also a pointless song. You can tell that its only in there for shits and giggles so Olaf would have something to sing.They should have had him sing while he was dying or something.

- Not enough of the supporting characters. What’s the point of adding Matthias or a whole tribe with Yelana, Honeymaren, and Ryder if you’re not going to do anything with them fundamentally? 

- Not enough Agnarr and Iduna. I actually found Iduna’s arc to be far more interesting than any of the main characters, and yet, they didn’t give enough screen time for her backstory. Ughhhhhhh. 

- Too many callbacks to F1. Some of them were cute, but the rest were super corny, completely unnecessary, and just a nod to the fandom. If you’re going to do a callback, it’s best done in a way that’s actually relevant to the story.  

- I would mind the separation even less if Elsa’s reason for staying in the forest wasn’t soooooo unclear. Why did she need to stay? Who assigned her the role of protector? What is she protecting against? Who currently cares about threatening the spirits? 

- Arendelle should have gotten destroyed period. Not only is Elsa conveniently getting unfrozen, saved by the Nokk, and arriving at Arendelle all in time to stop the flood with an ice wall so incredibly predictable and cliche, but it would have also fit into the “some things do change” theme that they kept literally stating. Also, Kristoff likely being good with carpentry could have really shined here in helping Arendellians rebuild, and if he had the arc I explained before, then this would have been his moment of finding his place. Genius, isn’t it?

- With all the lore they added, they still didn’t explain the trolls OR Kristoff’s backstory. What is their place in this story? How come Grand Pabbie knew nothing of the spirits or the dam story, or the Northuldra? Where the heck is Kristoff from? How come Runeard never tried to destroy the trolls? 

- Iduna just said “Anna who?” huh? No acknowledgement for her other daughter whatsoever. 

- This movie felt more like an expansion than a necessary story. 

- Okay, I’m done. 

#frozen 2 #frozen 2 spoilers #frozen 2 review #frozen2spoilers #anna #elsa #olaf #kristoff

[feistypaants-archived]

The Suite Life

Rating: M Words: 4334 Pairing: Kristanna

Notes: Holy. Shit. I WROTE SOMETHING. listen. it’s been so many years. SO MANY. but these wORDS HAPPENEd and I am EXCITED. Prayer circle that I will get back into writing like I used to be ! <3

This is an expansion of this au prompt I got forever ago :) Anna is a hotel heiress, Kristoff is a doorman at that hotel. okay!

I’m considering writing more to this, but it was already a long one. Let me know if you want... aftermath stuff :^) I have plans.

enjoy!!

Her heart was pounding in her ears as she hung up the phone and moved to finish getting ready for the night. It would only be a short hour before the car Hans had sent would be arriving, and Anna couldn’t help the panic that was rising in her throat. As she walked briskly to her vanity, his words kept repeating through her head.

He said he wanted to make sure she had the best night of her life. He wanted her to think of him every second he was gone this month. He said that he would make sure this was a night she would never forget.

To her, that heavily hinted at something she wasn’t sure she was ready for.

Anna took a deep breath and sat down, smoothing out the fabric bunched at her thighs. Maybe she was blowing this whole thing out of proportion. Maybe he just had a gift for her. Or good news about the investor he was working with. Or… something.

She had known Hans for years. His family worked closely with hers, and since she and him were of similar age, their parents had pushed them together. They were all convinced that it would be in the best interest of all parties involved for them to, in their words, make an arrangement.

If she was being honest, Hans was perfectly fine. They had a ton in common on the surface. He was gorgeous and goofy and sweet on his good days. They had fun together most of the time. So Anna was sure she could be happy with this. She absolutely could be. But he never let her get to know him on a deeper level, and she was sure that something was missing.

She got up with a sigh and a quick, and possibly last, glance at her bare left hand.

After checking the time and her appearance, Anna made her way to the lobby. Her small heels made a clicking sound against the tile, echoing through the empty hallway of the top floor, reminding her of just how alone she always was up here.

Her grandfather had made sure that an entire floor of the hotel was designated to their family, giving separate suites to her, her sister, and her parents, plus extra rooms for personal guests. Though as nice as the luxury was, Anna never could get past the loneliness she felt, all by herself in a massive suite. It didn’t help that her parents were almost always gone nowadays, and her sister isolated herself in her suite when she wasn’t traveling with them to learn the ins and outs of the business.

Letting out an audible groan, Anna blew air between her lips and attempted to shake the nervousness out of her body. It could be nothing! All of this anxiety could be for absolutely nothing. She pressed the down button on the elevator a little more aggressively than she meant to, and bounced on her toes in anticipation. 

It was only a few moments before an elevator appeared (since her grandfather had also asked the engineers to prioritize this floor), and Anna tried her best to breathe deeply and calmly the whole way down.

It almost worked until she reached the bottom and doors opened to reveal familiar and warm brown eyes.

Anna stepped back in surprise. 

“Oh, Kr…ister Bjorgman!” Her eyes widened in annoyance at her own flustered tone. “I didn’t realize you were working tonight.” 

The doorman gave her a small smile and nod before holding out an arm. “Covering a shift for a friend.” He encouraged her to slide her hand onto the crook of his elbow. “You look lovely tonight, Miss Arne. Special evening planned?” 

“Oh,” she laughed, flushing as she felt the firmness of his body under his blazer. “Maybe. Possibly? I’m not really sure!” Spotting another couple waiting on the elevator, she moved quickly and clumsily to the side, pressing up closer to the doorman with a mumbled apology to all parties witnessing her making a fool of herself. “It’s… a surprise, I think?”

He nodded, stepping slightly away from her, and turned his head forward to face the doors. “Has Mr. Westergaard sent his car to get you?” 

Anna flushed and confirmed before they began walking towards the entrance of the hotel, his hand patting once gently on top of hers. She couldn’t look at him anymore, much less speak again. She was tired of making a fool of herself around him - it happened every time she saw him!

So maybe she had tried very hard to only come down when she knew he wouldn’t be there. 

That’s a possible thing that she had done. 

“Do you need anything else, miss?” He interrupted her rambling thoughts with a smile, and Anna just bit her lip before stepping away from him. 

“N-no. Everything is fine, thank you!”

She almost tripped on her dress as she moved hastily through the sliding doors, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Anna didn’t dare to look back at him. 

It would probably be another fifteen minutes before the car arrived, but she was positive that she could not stand to be next to him for even a second longer. 

She could spare another glance, though.

Tucking her hair behind her ears, Anna tried her best to subtly look back to the entryway and at the blond man greeting the guests coming and going through the doors. His smile was warm and genuine, and just watching him calmed her down. He had been at this hotel since he was a little kid, too, and Anna had been in love with him for years. 

He had been her first playmate. He had been her first friend. He had snuck her through old unused servants passageways and secret pathways in the gardens and when she was seventeen, he had been her first kiss. 

And then she had been introduced to to the Westergaards. And then she had been told that it was unfit for an heiress to be so close with one of their employees’ children. 

And then she stopped seeing him around.

Only about two years ago he came back as an employee, but he was quieter and never referred to her by her first name. Anna had thought maybe she was mistaken, that he wasn’t the same person she thought he was, until she ran into him in a secluded hallway and he dropped his on duty persona for one fleeting moment. Anna had seen anger, sadness, and confusion pass over his face in just a few seconds before Mister Bjorgman, the doorman, reappeared. 

He never let his facade fall around her again.

She knew it was ridiculous, to still have feelings for someone she hadn’t had an actual conversation with in six years, but Anna couldn’t help herself. Even now, as she was about to get into a car that was probably going to bring her to a beautiful engagement to an objectively wonderful man, she felt a tug on her heart urging her to turn around right now…

Hans’ car pulled up, knocking some sense back into her, and Anna climbed in and took one more calming breath.

——

It was late when she returned to the hotel. Guests had all retired to their rooms for the evening, minus the few drunk businessmen who always eyed her up and down as she walked by, and Anna was grateful for the silence. She walked past the front desk, past the bar, and out the back exit to the gardens, wandering fairly aimlessly.

She had said no.

She had had every intention of saying yes.

But No had slipped out of her mouth before her brain could correct her. I’m so, so sorry, she had said, holding his hand between hers as she watched his face contort from confusion to frustration.

God she wished he hadn’t done this so publicly.

But it’s not right. And it’s not fair for either of us.

If Hans had asked her to marry him the first day they met, she might’ve said yes. In fact, she knew she would have said yes. He was new and exciting and they had everything in common and had so much fun… but as the years went on, Anna realized that he was only with her for the family connection. He didn’t have any real feelings for her. 

But he was pretty good at pretending.

When he got down on one knee and showed her the largest diamond she had ever seen, Anna knew that she wasn’t good at pretending. She didn’t want to pretend. A whole life of trying to convince herself she loved someone sounded exhausting.

Hans had tried to talk her down and convince her that it was the right thing to do, but after a few minutes of conversation led to more minutes of arguing, Anna ran away. She got into the first taxi she could hail and she high-tailed it back to the hotel. It wouldn’t be hard for Hans to find her, but she also knew he didn’t care enough to come looking tonight.

Pulling her thick shawl tighter around her shoulders, Anna sat down on a stone bench in a secluded part of the garden surrounded by tall shrubs before dropping her face into her hands. Had she made a mistake? Was she being stupid? This was a great arrangement for her and Hans and their families, and she was throwing it away… for what? Because she was being selfish?

She couldn’t do much to help the business in the first place. Why did she think she deserved to make a decision that would affect both of their families? 

She should have said yes. She knew she should have said yes. 

She should call him right now, fix this whole mess…

Footsteps pounding the pavement shook her out of her head and threw her into a different kind of panic.

It wasn’t until she saw the familiar figure of her favorite (or least favorite, depending on how you look at it) doorman jogging around the corner.

He startled, tripping over his feet before righting himself and pulling out one of his earbuds. “S-sorry,” he stammered, heaving out a winded breath. “I… No one is ever out here after dark.”

Anna stood quickly, her shawl dropping down to her elbows, and turned to face him. “What are you doing out here this late?” she asked, her voice accusatory.

She missed the way his eyes dropped to her exposed neck and shoulder before snapping back to meet her gaze. 

“... Jogging?” One of his eyebrows raised, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. “What are you doing out here this late?”

Her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest. “I mean, seeing as this is my hotel —”

He snorted in response, rolling his eyes.

“... I can be wherever I want to be at any time I’d like.”

“Ah,” he started, standing straighter and crossing one arm over his stomach. “My mistake,” he bowed, sarcastically, “your highness.” 

Anna’s eyebrows knitted together, frustration lighting her eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to be respectful to your employer?”

“Not on the clock,” he grunted, moving to put his headphones back in. “And you’re not my boss.”

A scoff escaped her throat as she took a step back. “Here I always thought you were nice.”

“I am nice.” He moved to wipe at the sweat dripping from his hairline. “To my friends. And people who didn’t kick me out of their lives.” 

“Kick you out …” Anna could feel her face scrunching up in confusion, as she tried her best to catch his rapidly moving gaze. “What on earth are you talking about?”

He rolled his eyes again and pulled out his phone to check the music that was still playing. 

“Kristoff…” Anna felt her demeanor change, noticed his sharp intake of breath when she said his name, and took a step closer to him. “You left.”

“Why…” Kristoff paused, squaring his shoulders to face her directly. “I didn’t leave. Your father decided to fire my mother because his little princess batted her eyelashes and told him she didn’t want me around anymore.”

Anna’s heart pounded furiously before she stepped up onto the bench to tower over him. “I would never.” She poked a finger to his chest, ignoring the anger that knitted into his brows. “You kissed me and then you left!” Leaning closer to his face, she was almost more frustrated that he stood his ground. “I loved your mother. And I wouldn’t ever ask my father to do anything that would hurt her or you.”

“You,” he started, leaning close enough that their noses were almost touching. “Kissed me.” His eyes narrowed. “And then what, realized I was poor and met Hans and decided I wasn’t worth your time anymore? Had good old dad do the dirty work for you?”

Her eyes searched his before she leaned away, throwing her arms up in exasperation. “I’ve literally been in love with you since I was seven! Why would I ever want you to leave?!” 

Kristoff blinked, eyes widening with surprise.

Pacing the bench, Anna could feel herself losing control of her words, arms flailing with emphasis. “I waited ten years for some sign that you liked me too, and then you were gone. And now, here I am, another six years later, still pathetic, still avoiding you, still head over heels from afar, waiting waiting always waiting, turning down engagements because —” 

“You… what?”

She froze, and clasped her hands over her mouth. 

“If you turned down an engagement because of m—” 

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Anna rolled her eyes and dropped her hands, quickly moving her gaze to stare him down.

Kristoff couldn’t help the smirk tugging at his lip. 

“What?” There was annoyance in her voice.

“Good for you.” 

“For what?!”

Kristoff shrugged, before rolling his shoulders back. “Marrying Hans probably would have been the biggest mistake of your life.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying.” Tilting his head to the side, his eyes raked down to her feet before moving slowly back up to her face. “Part of being the doorman means I get to see every little thing that people don’t think I notice. See every interaction. Collect mail. You know. I know who is seeing who and… who is happy to be seeing who.”

Scrunching up her nose, Anna was having trouble swallowing what he was insinuating. It’s not like she didn’t know that Hans found coming to see her a chore - that’s why he always sent cars. But to have someone basically confirm it? She didn’t like that at all.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” she hollered, taking two long steps across the bench to jab her finger into his chest. “He cared about me —”

“He cared about your money, heiress.”

“Ugh!” Anna felt herself slipping into a tantrum, her foot stomping loudly on the stone beneath her, her finger tapping harder against his chest with every word. “You’re an idiot!”

Kristoff grabbed at her wrist, gentler than she thought he’d be, and pulled her closer to him so they were, yet again, face to face. His breath ghosted over the skin of her cheek. “At least I’m honest.”

“Okay,” she scoffed, laughing under her breath.

“When have I ever lied to you?” he said, his voice growing steadily louder.

“When you kissed me and then left!” she said, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes.

“I told you, I didn’t leave!”

“Did you even like me?”

“Of course I did!” Kristoff dropped his hold on her wrist, rubbing his hands down his face. 

“Then why didn’t you talk to me!”

“Because I thought it was what you wanted!” 

“All I ever wanted was you!”

“And all I ever wanted was you!”

Suddenly, Anna jumped forward, her arms wrapping around his neck as her lips sought out his, hunger in every movement. She felt Kristoff’s hands grab at her waist, lift her off the stone bench and hold her off the ground with ease. God, he was strong, but her legs still moved in the tangles of her dress to cling to his hips, sighing as his mouth left hers for just a second before coming back, more desperate than ever.

Everything was hands and lips and tongues and ohmygodwhatamIdoing followed by ohmygodwhoevencares!

Until Kristoff pulled back, his breath heavy and heart rapidly beating below his skin. “I’m not your rebound.” 

Anna shook her head, pressing her palms to his cheeks to make him look her in the eyes. “Not even a little bit.”

He kissed her again, softer, but still with all the pent up frustration of the last six years following closely behind. 

She couldn’t help but remember the first and last time he had kissed her. Kristoff had been so polite and so nervous as he asked her if he could, if that was something she would be okay with. She had kissed him on the cheek, smiling brightly and nodding, before he leaned forward and let his hands slide up her back, kissing her deeply, smiling against her lips when her fingers found the back of his neck. 

This was …. Not like that at all. 

This was passion and desire and the inability to wait even another second. Anna was not against this in the slightest. She had waited six damn years and she didn’t want to wait any longer.

… But she was opposed to public indecency at her own hotel.

Gasping as his teeth found the bare skin of her throat, Anna patted at his shoulders, loosening the grip of her legs around his waist. “Wait, wait, wait wait wait….” 

He hummed against her skin, lowering her down so her feet touched the grass below.

“We should,” she started, pushing against his shoulders.

“Stop?”

“Go to my suite.”

Anna felt her whole face burning with embarrassment as she processed his reply, and watched with wide eyes as surprise and a smirk stretched across his face. “Or… stop...?”

“Nope.”

Kristoff grabbed her hand and tugged her along, and Anna couldn’t stop the giggles that bubbled out of her chest as they tried to reach the top floor with no one noticing them. She was sneaking a boy into her room. Granted, they were both very much adults and no one else in her family was even in the state… 

As they waited for the elevator, Anna realized how suspicious they looked and couldn’t help but let out an audible laugh. She was dressed up with expensive jewelry and heels, her semi-formal dress brushing the floor, and he was in gym shorts and a sweaty t-shirt and sneakers, and both of them were beet red, faces flushed with excitement. 

She was positive the current doorman on duty noticed them, but he simply smiled and nodded before turning his attention elsewhere.

The second the doors shut behind them, Anna wrapped her fingers into the hem of his shirt, pulling him back down to meet her. He didn’t hesitate before walking her backwards until she was pressed up against the wall of the tiny room, his palms flat against the wallpaper. His eyes were serious, and Anna swallowed the lump rising in her throat.

“I’m not messing around here, Anna.”

She felt her breathing hitch as he finally said her name for the first time, and tightened her grip on his shirt.

“I mean it.”

She lifted her hand to his face, running fingers down the scratchy stubble on his cheek. “I’ve waited over a decade for you,” she whispered. “I’m dead serious.”

Kristoff held her gaze for one moment longer, his eyes darkening with desire, before he lifted her off the ground with ease and pressed her back hard against the wall. His mouth found hers, biting at her lips and gliding his tongue across Anna’s. If not for the ding of the elevator to interrupt, there was no doubt in her mind that Kristoff would have not hesitated to take her right on the floor of the lift. 

Anna heard a soft bang of something falling to the ground as he carried her through the doors, but she didn’t care enough to look as she mumbled directions to her suite against his lips, fumbling around for her purse with one hand, not wanting to detangle her other one from his hair. 

“Just…” she sighed, his mouth moving to her throat. “Keys.”

He laughed against her skin, pulling back just far enough for Anna to find her keys and unlock the door.

But once they crossed the threshold, there was no more holding back. 

Kristoff kicked the door shut, a loud slam echoing through the hall, before tripping out of his shoes and catching himself a few feet forward. Anna couldn’t help but laugh as he righted himself, bouncing her up higher on his hips. 

“I thought I was clumsy --”

“I’m not clumsy.”

“Just feral,” she laughed, smirking at him.

His eyes glazed over, staring at her with an intensity she had never seen before, and Anna felt her heart rate increase, her pulse visible in her throat. 

One of his hands left it’s place under her thigh, pressing against the back of her neck, until their mouths met again. Kisses became frantic and he lowered her to the ground, wanting use of both of his hands to push her shawl down to the ground, reach around behind her, and start on the hellscape that was the intricate buttons on the back of her dress. 

Kristoff tried to be careful, his fingers not quite nimble enough for the tiny closures, before he felt himself losing his temper. 

“Rip it,” she sighed against his jaw, reveling in the way his body tensed and his fingers folded in the fabric before jerking apart and sending buttons flying. A smile stretched across her lips as she let the fabric slide down her arms and chest, revealing soft, smooth skin, and watched with delight as Kristoff’s eyes scanned over her whole body. 

“Christ,” he groaned, before darting forward, tearing his shirt over his head, and wrapping his arms fully around her. 

The energy around them was electric, and Anna didn’t think they would make it out of her living room. And as soon as he had her bare, it only took another minute for them to get down onto her plush carpet, desperation trumping everything.

She didn’t care one bit as he pulled her closer, her knees rashing as they rubbed the wrong way against the floor. A spark shot through her body every time their skin touched. His fingers pressing firm into her thighs, her hips, palms laying flat against her back as he arched her body backwards, easing her down onto the ground. 

He had been dying to taste her.

He was ready to show her everything he had imagined doing to her. 

Kristoff trailed kisses and light nips down from her throat, across her chest and stomach, until he landed on the valley between her hip and thigh, letting his breath warm her skin. Hooking his elbows under her knees, he lifted her hips off the ground, smiling as a tiny laugh escaped her lips. 

And then he dove right in. 

His mouth was firm against her, tongue teasing and tasting and eliciting sounds he had always wanted to hear as she scratched her fingernails against his arms. Her breaths were short, desperate pants, little vocal gasps coming erratically as his fingers moved, touching every sensitive piece of her. 

Until she couldn’t wait anymore, tugging his hair to make him look at her, and swallowed the last of her nerves.

It took nothing more than eye contact before Kristoff was crawling back up her body, shedding his shorts and wrapping his fingers in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck. He kissed, sucked, bit, worked his way from one side of her throat to the other, uncaring if he left his mark upon her skin. 

Anna found his fist pumping his own cock before she wrapped her own hand around him, delighting in his groan. She wanted him inside of her, and she didn’t want to wait another minute.

Her ankles pressed into his hips, her hands offering him guidance around his slick erection, and it was hardly a moment between him entering her and her whispering filth into his ear before he was animalistic again, thrusting eagerly into every moan, sliding her bare back against the carpet, fucking her as hard and as thoroughly as he could. 

They hit the wall, or the couch, or somewhere he didn’t want her head hitting, before getting onto his knees and pulling her up to sit above him, bouncing her on his hips. 

Anna let out a strangled cry as he hit a new, explosive place she didn’t know existed inside of her, and it was all she could do to press her forehead into the crook of his neck as he continued to push her closer to the edge. She could feel herself coiling up tighter and tighter, a spring bound to snap at any second, when Kristoff pulled her head back and kissed her, desperately, fully, so many emotions flooding from behind his teeth, and she couldn’t wind up any tighter. 

They came together, mouths and arms and bodies so entangled there was no longer any separation.

They stayed like that for a while, kisses becoming shorter as breaths needed to be taken, him growing soft inside of her but neither wanting to pull apart. Kristoff moved his head to press a warm, lingering kiss behind her jaw, under her ear, to let them both catch their breath. 

Hardly two minutes had passed before Anna looked him in the eye, her pupils growing as she took in his disheveled appearance.

“Again.”

Kristoff was more than happy to comply.

#kristanna #kristanna fanfic #kristanna fanfiction #frozen fic #feistypantswrites #modern au #the suite life #dont ask about the title OK #its the first thing that popped into my head and im bad at titles so i take what i can get

[thesvenqueen]

The Mummy - Chapter 7

Rating: M (to be safe; gore, language) Main Pairing: Kristanna Summary: Hamunaptra. A place filled with history, legends and mystery. A place Anna Arendelle had only dreamed of finding since she was a little girl. When it seems faith supplies her with the opportunity to find this hidden city, she jumps head first at the chance to find it. But a revengeful mummy, an apocalyptic curse, a deadly adventure (and possibly love) where not exactly on her list of things to discover. Previous Chapters: [ P 1 2 3 4 5 6 ]

NOTES: uhhh...so....it’s been a while. I legit have no excuse or reason but uh...yeah? Will I update faster? lol who knows tbh but um, yeah, we’ll see what happens. Let’s hope I keep my groove up with this for once (probs not lets be honest lol)

The cool night breeze sent a chill up Anna’s spine. She wrapped her arms around herself as she stood on the banks of the river.

Just mere moments ago, she had been in her cabin below deck getting ready for bed. She had been so lost in thought (absolutely not thinking about that kiss...again) that she didn’t hear her door opening. The intruder had easily snuck up behind her as she had stared at her book, trying to focus on the words and not the way a particular someone had blushed earlier in the night. It wasn’t until she felt the cold blade of the knife against her throat did she finally snap out of her thoughts. 

Then, all hell broke loose. 

The boat now slowly drifted down the river, completely engulfed in flames. 

Anna tried to steady her breathing as she looked across the way to the other side of the river. Horses were running amuck out of fear and she could just make out men scrambling to grab as many horses as they could before they took off into the night. Some men were still swimming to shore, a few standing in the shallows to help their counterparts. She could make out a few just standing in shock, watching the boat as she had. 

One man in particular stood on the shore, arms outstretched and he yelled, 

“Hey Bjorgman! It looks to me like I got all the horses!” 

Anna simply glared. Though that may have been true, who in the hell was this man to boast such a thing?

She was ready to retort with every obscenity she could muster when she heard a growl in frustration. She turned just in time to see Kristoff march to the shore’s edge & stop,

“Hey Weasel!”, Kristoff boomed, “Looks to me like you’re on the wrong side of the river!”

There was a pause, Anna looked back to the man on the other side of the river and watched as realization slowly came over him. She couldn’t help but grin as the man began yelling obscenities & kicking the water in frustration. 

“Though that may be true,” she heard Sven say, and she turned to watch him squeeze water from his shirt, “we’re still in a bit of a rut here. We lost all we had on that bloody ship.”

“There’s a village not far from here,” Kristoff replied, “should be there before dawn. We can stop there for supplies.”

Sven nodded, “Right, well, guess that’s the best we got.”

Anna began to trudge out of the shallow water and shivered again as the cool night breeze blew. She wished that she had thought of grabbing a coat before deciding to abandon ship.

Or a blanket. 

Or anything besides her silk nightdress & robe. 

“Are you alright?”

Anna jumped slightly at Kristoff’s voice interrupting her thoughts. “Oh...um, yeah, I’m ok.”

“You sure?”

Anna huffed a laugh, “I just lost all my belongings, which I could buy again sure but still, it’s all gone. I was shot at and threatened at knife point for...who knows why? Then the ship caught fire and I was tossed overboard I…” She paused, taking a deep breath of the night air, “Honestly, I’ve had better.”

Kristoff rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah….I’m sorry about that.”

Anna looked at him, “For what?”

“For uh, throwing you overboard?”

“Oh…” Anna huffed a laugh, “It’s ok, really.”

“I just…”

“Seriously,” Anna said reassuringly, “I was panicking and you were just trying to help. I get it.”

“Yeah well, my Ma would kill me if she knew I did that.”

Anna couldn’t help but laugh, “Throwing a lady is quite rude of you.”

Kristoff smirked, “I think the situation called for it as you said.”

“Still rude.”

“I’m sure my Ma would understand.”

“Oh would she?”

He paused. “...No, she’d still kill me on the spot before I could explain.”

Anna laughed and a comfortable silence fell between them as they walked through the desert. The night was calm and quiet, the complete opposite of what they had just left behind at the river. The moon was bright enough to light up the desert around them, the stars shining brightly in the sky. It was beautiful, Anna thought, comforting in a sense. 

Another breeze blew and Anna shivered violently. 

“Are you cold?” Kristoff asked, frowning with concern.

Anna looked at him, “A little…”

“Could we stop and make a fire?” Sven questioned. 

“No, it would slow us down.” Kristoff said, “We need to keep moving if we want to make it to the village. Plus, the fire could attract unwanted visitors.”

Sven looked at Kristoff confused, Anna could tell that a question sat right at the tip of her brother’s tongue. Most likely the same as Anna’s: 

What unwanted visitors did he mean?

“Here.” Kristoff said, and he wrapped his arm around Anna’s shoulder, pulling her close. Anna gasped, her heart skipping a beat at his sudden boldness. “We can huddle together for warmth. Best thing to do right now till we reach the village.”

“Shouldn’t we get rid of our wet clothes?” Sven asked. “It won’t help since they’re still damp.”

“If you want to wander into the village naked, then by all means, be my guest.” Kristoff said. 

Anna giggled as her brother pouted, “I was just trying to help is all.”

“And I’m just trying to help you not get killed by scared villagers.” 

“Would they be scared? Really?” Sven said as he huddled to the pair, throwing his arm around Anna’s waist, “I bet the women would be excited.”

“Their husbands wouldn’t be.”

“I’m sure they’re not all married.”

“Most are.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t.”

“Ah, so you’re guessing.”

“I’m assuming based on past experience.”

“Still not a fact.”

Kristoff groaned, “Look, if you’re going to strip then go ahead, but don’t come crying to me when things go sour.”

Sven took a breath to retort, but Anna chimed in “Sven, please.”

He pouted, “Oh you both are no fun.”

“We are fun,” Anna said, “I just don’t want to explain to Kai why I came back without you.”

“Ah, but then you could create a wonderful story on how you survived because of my heroic sacrifice. Saying how if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have made it back and go on to tell an amazing, epic tale of my passing.”

“Yes, I can see it now: the tale of my brother Sven, the idiot who decided wandering into a village nude was completely sensible.”

Sven glared as Kristoff chuckled, the sound making Anna’s heart flutter. 

---

“Ridiculous!” Sven raged, pulling the camels along, “All of that for three bloody camels?”

Kristoff rolled his eyes, “They’re prized commodities out here, what did you expect?”

“Not that! My God, you’d think he was trying to give me an entire herd with the price he was offering.”

“He was.”

“Yes, before he realized I could understand him perfectly.” Sven smirked, “Git.”

“How did you know?”

“Know what?”

“Arabic.”

“Oh,” Sven smiled, “Mum taught us when we were little. We lived in Egypt for a while, so she wanted us to understand as much as we could.”

“How long were you in Egypt?”

“Few years I think? We were young and we moved around a lot with Mum & Dad exploring and what not.” Sven stared off into the distance, “Egypt was always Mum’s favorite though, Dad’s too. Taught us all we know about it, it’s why we both came back really.”

“...what happened?”

Sven took a breath & looked to his feet, “There was a dig, supposed to be this amazing discovery. Mum & Dad got invited and of course they couldn’t resist. They left and...never came back.” 

“Oh.”

“Turns out the excavation was in a very remote, hard to get area. They took a small plane to get there and they got caught in a sand storm. They never made it to the site.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It was years ago,” Sven sighed as he looked up, “Shit luck really.”

“Still.”

“It’s ok. We keep moving on to the next as Dad said.” 

Kristoff sighed, looking out to the village. “Did they find anything at the site at least?”

Sven huffed a laugh, “No, nothing but dust apparently. What makes it worse to me really. If they had found something, it might have made it better. That the trip would’ve been worth the risk. But it wasn’t; all that, for nothing.” 

“I’m sorry.” Kristoff said, looking over to Sven, “They sound like they were great people.”

“They were.” Sven smiled. “Loved us dearly, even when I was a right pain in the ass.”

Kristoff chuckled, “Had to be hard I’m sure.”

“Oh completely.” Sven said, “I was a little shit sometimes...well...most of the time. But I just got caught more, Anna was just sneakier.”

Kristoff’s eyes widened, “Your sister was a troublemaker? I find that hard to believe.”

“Oh ho ho,” Sven said with a laugh, “She caused quite the trouble. Anna just knew how to get away with it. Could talk herself out of anything, I remember one time…”

But Kristoff heard nothing more. From afar, he could make out a group of Bedoiun women walking towards them. Leading them was Anna. 

She was an exclamation point to the beige, bland land around her. She wore a black dress, accented in gold along the trims of the dress in swirls and flowers delicately designed in to the light fabric. The dark veil shared the same gold designs, sparkling in the bright desert sun. A small gold chain wrapped around her waist with a long string of coin rosary to match that sat across her chest, accenting the outfit.

The dress alone was stunning, but what caught his attention was her eyes.

Against the dark fabric, her blue eyes seemed to shine as brightly as the gold. They were captivating, a sea of blue found in a barren wasteland. Kristoff found himself drowning in them.

It wasn’t until he realized those same blue eyes were staring back at him that he turned away, hoping the heat would hide his blush as he gave his camel his utmost attention.

“I see the Bedoiun women treated you well.” He heard Sven say. 

“Oh they were lovely! The sweetest people and look at this.” Anna said, and Kristoff turned in time to see her twirl with the biggest smile.

God she was beautiful. 

“How much did that cost you?”

“Oh, not much.” Anna said, “I tried to offer money but they wouldn’t hear any of it. Doesn’t go a long way in a village so far from the city. So, I gave them a better offer.”

“Which was?”

“A camel.”

“A what?!”

Anna grinned as she walked to one of the camel’s Sven was holding, “The next village is a far walk, it can take a day or two just to get there. A camel makes the trip faster for them and they can carry more when they have one. The family that gave me these can’t afford one, so they have to take turns making trips.” Anna pulled the camel’s head down to her gently, cooing as she began stroking his head, “I knew we had more than enough to get another one, so, I offered to get them one in exchange for the clothes.” Anna turned to Sven, “And don’t give me any lip for this either. I can pay you back for it when we get back to town.”

Kristoff smiled, turning his gaze to a still bewildered Sven who threw his head back and groaned. 

“Fine…watch this lot then.” Sven handed the reins to Anna and marched off. 

Kristoff turned back to Anna, watching as she continued to pet her camel. 

“Did you find everything you needed?” 

He blinked, realizing that she was talking to him. “Oh,” he coughed, “yeah, we managed to gather a few things. Some food and a couple of supplies. Should be able to last us for a while.”

“How did you even find this place?” She asked, turning to look at him.

He paused, watching her eyes twinkle in the sun like jewels, “I uh...came upon it by luck actually. I was trying to find the river but found this place instead. It was a good thing I did too, don’t think I would’ve lasted much longer.”

Anna furrowed her brows and tilted her head, “Why's that?”

Kristoff looked away, thinking over his next words carefully. He didn’t want to lie, far from it, but how much did he really want to tell her? “I...got lost. Got left alone and ended up lost out in the desert.”

“Left alone?” Anna questioned, a look of concern on her face. 

“Yeah…” Kristoff said, 

“What happened to your group?”

 “Things didn’t go as expected, I got lucky and managed to escape but my comrades...they weren’t as lucky.”

“Comrades?” Shit. “You were a soldier?”

Kristoff sighed, turning his gaze to his camel, “I was, yeah.”

He braced himself for how she would react. Over the years, he’d dealt with good and bad reactions to his position. Some were kind; giving him praise for his duty and sacrifice he made.  Other times...well, some were not at all pleased at the idea of foreign presence. 

“...That must have been awful.”

Kristoff turned back to her, finding nothing but sincerity on Anna’s face. “It was.” 

“Were you the only…?” Anna asked, looking away as she hesitated to finish her question.

“I thought I was.” Kristoff said, “But apparently I wasn’t. That man from the river? Weasel? He was also in my battalion.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah.”

“How did he manage it?”

“Who knows, the last I saw him he was running.”

“Running?” Anna questioned, furrowing her brow, “Running from what?”

“The Medjai.”

“The Medjai?” her eyes widened, “I thought they were just a myth.”

“Oh no, they are very much real.”

“But why were they attacking you?”

“Because we found something we weren’t supposed to find.”

“What?”

Kristoff turned away, debating with himself. 

Should he tell her the truth? Should he tell her that just finding Hamunaptra itself was what caused the Medjai to attack? How a though small, but well armed, platoon from the French Foreign League was completely surprised & overrun by the fiercest warriors he’d ever seen; would she still want to venture to the secret land? Or would she want to abandon the whole adventure outright? Truly he wouldn’t blame her, so far the trip had already been disrupted by the Medjai. However, would that mean they’d completely part ways? Would they return to Cairo to part ways, never to see each other again? 

The idea of never seeing Sven again, sure, that would be well and fine. But Anna? Something about her made him never want to leave her side again. 

He turned back to Anna, curiosity written all over her face.

Even through the veil, he could still see the small cut on her neck. Though small, it was still a large reminder at what was truly at risk here. 

If she knew who the men on the ship who attacked them were, that the Medjai were already well aware of where they were heading, most likely preparing for their arrival, what would she do? Could he really risk her life for this? 

Would he himself be able to live with her dying because of some ancient city?

He took a deep breath, knowing that telling her the truth could very well end this trip all together...and he may never see her again. 

She deserved the truth though, more than anything. 

“We found--”

“Alright,” Sven yelled as he stormed up to them, making them both jump, “I am done bargaining anything else here, let’s get the hell out of this village before they scam me out of anything else.”

Sven pulled one of the camels from Anna, starting to head to the outside of the village. They watched him for a moment, then Anna turned back to him, 

“What was it?”

Kristoff blinked, “What was what?”

“What did you find?”

“Oh…” Kristoff hesitated, he had to tell her, he had to “we found...we found--”

“Will you both come on.” Sven yelled, scrambling onto his camel. 

Anna rolled her eyes, “We’re coming.” She huffed in annoyance, and turned back to him, “Later then?”

He clenched his jaw, “Yeah...later.” 

She smiled & turned to catch up with her brother. 

Kristoff watched her, wondering and hoping there would be a later.

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