#elsa & kristoff BroTP
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Frozen fanfiction: Søsken
Summary: An accident in the North mountain forces Elsa to spend several weeks in her brother’s apartment under Anna’s care. And during this time, Anna begins to notice there are peculiar things about Elsa’s life she wished she could understand. Everything starts to make sense after a family reunion.
Modern AU. Kristanna - Frohana - Kristoff & Elsa BrOTP.
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If not for you
Leaning against his father’s car, Kristoff waited patiently for him to come out of the police station. Since early morning Kai had been trying to contact Anders or anyone at the police station who could help him find information about Marshall. For some reason Kristoff ignored, he’d had a hard time finding someone available when he called, forcing him to wait until things were settled in the office. And once they finally called back, they suggested he picked the information up in person.
Kristoff suspected his colleagues only wanted to find out the reason Kai needed it so urgently. It wasn’t unusual, after all, to check what the officers did when they requested information off the clock. Kristoff was thankful for that, especially since Kai couldn’t pretend barging into Marshall’s house was work related.
The wait at home that morning had given Kristoff enough time to explain to his parents everything he knew. He had talked about Marshall and his version of the story, as well as Elsa’s – from what he’d heard from Anna. He’d mention their quarrel in his apartment and why Elsa had finally made up her mind to go after him and talk. It had helped Gerda calm down and not worry so much, but for some reason, Kai hadn’t accepted his version of the story. He was convinced there was more to it and that had led to them quarrelling for a few minutes. Nonetheless, Kristoff had decided to accompany him – against Kai’s wishes – once the police station called. He wanted to prevent things from getting out of hand.
Even though his father was a down to earth and civilised man, someone who’d rarely use his position in the police force to get what he wanted; Kristoff was certain he wouldn’t doubt using it when Elsa was involved. After all, Elsa’s wellbeing had always been the reason he had seen his father stepping out of line in the past.
The sound of the big oaken door pulled Kristoff from his thoughts and he watched his father walk down the steps, still talking to one of his colleagues. “Thanks. I will,” he said, loudly. His tone of voice was friendly enough, but Kristoff knew he was tired of the conversation at that point. It was almost impossible for his father to hide how much chit chatting annoyed him.
“I've got the information that I need,” Kai then said to him. He showed a piece of paper with some information written on it, and before Kristoff had the chance to read what it said, he put it inside his pocket. “If Elsa shows up, call Anders.”
Trying to match his father’s stride as he walked to the vehicle, Kristoff said, “Wait, what do you mean ‘if she shows up’?”
Before opening the car’s door, Kai looked at his son over his shoulder and said, “You’re going home. Tell Gerda I’ll be back in an hour or two.”
“Kai, for the last time, I’m coming with you.” He watched his father get inside the car, ignoring what he had to say. He hurried to the other side and got in as well. “Marshall's not to blame for what happened. And I'm sure Elsa must be at the mountain. You know she spends a lot of time hiking when she's not feeling okay.”
“Let me ask you something,” Kai calmly said, as he fastened his seatbelt. “Have you ever seen Hålkesen lose his temper?”
“What?”
“Has he become irrationally angry in front of you or Elsa?” He clarified.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Yes or no.”
His father might have seemed calmer than before, but his patience was not nearly close to what it usually was. Choosing it was best not to get on his bad side, he decided to be honest. “Yes.”
“That’s all I needed to hear.” He started the car and began driving.
“No, wait,” Kristoff said the moment the car left the police station. “It was an unfair situation, anyone would have reacted—”
“What happened?”
Once again, he noticed that his father’s questioning was calm and collected, but it only worried him more. “Westegaard had just fired him, he was mad at his son. Where are you going?”
“To talk to him.”
“Please, let's try to find Elsa without jumping to conclusions.” He had no idea what Kai had found out, but it was best to stop him and worry about one thing at the time. To his disappointment, he continued driving, his mind set on one specific goal: finding Marshall.
Not feeling comfortable with his father’s idea, he tried to call his attention, “Dad. Dad,” he repeated when he realised he was being ignored. “Da– Kai! What the hell is wrong with you? You don’t ever act like this.”
“He spent a few days in prison five years ago,” he said, not taking his eyes off the road.
“What?”
Noticing the way he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, Kristoff worried about the answer he could give him. He had to admit he hadn’t liked Marshall at the beginning either. Two years ago, he’d have been on his father’s side. But the man who had sat with him yesterday was not a bad person. A madman prone to make mistakes? Certainly. But not someone who was inherently bad. He was certain of it now, and he had to admit Elsa had been right all along. His sister knew, subconsciously, the way a bad person acted and behaved. Even if her social skills were below standard, she had a way of knowing; and she was rarely mistaken.
“He beat a man to a pulp while he was working as a paramedic.The hospital terminated his contract immediately.”
“…that can’t be right.” Deep down he knew it could certainly be true. Marshall had scared him that night at Hans’ house. But he’d try to make sure Marshall didn’t end up on his father’s bad side.
Stopping the car abruptly on the side of the road, Kai turned to him and said, “if you don’t want to believe me, save my time and get out of the car.” Suddenly losing the last traces of patience.
“Wait, Kai, please,” he said, understanding it was best to accept whatever his father was telling him, and be there for him just in case things didn’t go as well as he was hoping. “I’m baffled, that’s it.
Even if he knew his father was overreacting, Kristoff tried to put himself in his father’s shoes for a moment. He had seen his mother struggle with the idea of losing Elsa when the whole ordeal with the Arendelles started, and now he was seeing his father go through the same. The ‘threat’ was different, but their main concern was just the same. He knew how much Kai adored Elsa and what she meant to him. Kristoff may have been their first kid; the one they’ve chosen. But Elsa was the closest thing they had to the daughter they had once lost. Even if Gerda had tried to deny it, he knew they had adopted a boy not to be constantly reminded of their unborn daughter. A couple of years later, however, when Elsa came into their lives, they realised having a daughter actually helped them. And they allowed her to fill that place in their hearts.
“Let me go with you,” Kristoff said, hoping Kai would see he was honest about wanting to help. He was relieved to see his father start the car once again, and decided to stay quiet until he was needed.
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Once he arrived at what he believed was her parents' house, Marshall hurried to get Elsa inside as soon as possible. During the car drive, he had kept a close look on her and noticed she was getting weaker at an alarming rate. The walk to the car from his cabin had only worsened her condition, even if he had been supporting her weight the whole time.
"Els? We're here," he said when he opened her door. She was with her eyes tightly closed and she kept the blanket as close to her as possible. "Come on, let me—" He tried to help her move but she put her hand over his. To his surprise, her hand wasn’t cold as it usually was.
"I don't feel so good." Her voice was soft and he wasn't sure if she was mumbling so as not to worsen her headache or if the fever was making her struggle with her words.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"
Glassy eyes looked back at him with determination, and Marshall couldn't believe she'd put up a fight against the idea even in her state. "I can't. I want to go home."
"Okay." It was against his better judgement, but he still took her words as a command. Help me get home. He'd do that for her and then he'd try to convince her family. "Let me help you get inside."
She struggled to move even in the slightest, and Marshall helped her support her weight again. He made sure there wasn't any ice or snow around her, and they began walking. They were a few steps away from the front door when Elsa spoke again, surprising him.
"They're mad at me," she said, her voice almost too low for him to hear.
"Who?"
"Kai and Gerda," she said, with a dry laugh. "I keep lying to them, but they already know I can't control my powers."
"I’m sure they aren’t mad at you." He had no idea what else to say. He barely knew her family, after all. But he was certain it was the fever speaking, and it wasn’t something she believed. "Come on."
"Am I snowing?"
He checked again, making sure there wasn't a trail of snow behind them. He took the opportunity to make sure there weren't any neighbours looking at them. "No. Don't worry about it."
"It should be snowing."
"You’re not snowing," he repeated, hoping she'd help him and walk the short distance to the door.
"I’ve got to—" She stopped abruptly and looked at him. "I think I need the snow."
"Elsa, you’re not making much sense. Please, walk. I can’t pick you up right now." His injured arm stopped him from carrying her the rest of the way, and so he gave a few long strides forcing Elsa to follow.
“I wouldn’t even find the door,” Elsa said when they finally reached the main door.
“What?”
“Without you.” She leaned onto him. “Thank you.”
He smiled and hugged Elsa close with his good arm, trying to offer some comfort. He then knocked and they waited in silence for someone to open.
"Mrs Bjorgman, I—" He tried to explain the situation as soon as the door opened, but Gerda was quick to react when her eyes fell on her sick daughter.
"Oh my God! What's going on?"
"Elsa's not feeling well. She's got a temperature. The options were taking her to the ER or here, and she insisted I brought her here."
"Temperature?" she asked, still trying to understand who he was and why Elsa’s eyes couldn’t stay focused. She then put her hand on Elsa's forehead to check it for herself. "My goodness, child. You’re burning!"
Elsa leaned on her mother for support when she felt her hand on her face. Gerda tried to stabilise her, but Elsa fell on her arms as dead weight.
"Easy," Marshall said, holding Elsa again and preventing both women from falling to the ground. "Let me help you get to a chair. Don’t crush your mother."
"Over the sofa, please," Gerda said. She closed the door and was soon by Marshall's side. "What happened?"
"Her hand is badly infected." It was a good thing he had met Gerda once before, since it helped him talk and explain himself, overcoming the awkwardness of the situation. "She wasn’t feeling well when she woke up this morning. I suggested she rest for a few more hours but it didn't help. It was a moderate fever an hour ago, but now I’m not so sure."
Gerda sat by Elsa's side and placed her hand on her forehead once again. She grimaced at the heat radiating from her daughter. "How high?"
"Thirty-nine degrees."
"Thirty-nine?" Gerda exclaimed, turning to look at him.
Surprised by her worried expression he said, “It’s high but there’s no reason to alarm.”
"This is not moderate. Elsa's body temperature is a degree or two lower than average." She moved Elsa's wet bangs away from her eyes and called her name. Elsa opened her eyes and did her best to hold her mother's gaze. Gerda offered her a small reassuring smile in return.
Had he known before, he would have done things differently. He felt like an idiot for letting Elsa convince him she was okay when the opposite was clear. Elsa's fever had been affecting her a lot more than he expected and now he understood why.
"Please keep an eye on her." Gerda's voice distracted him from his thoughts and by the time he nodded his head, she had already disappeared through a door.
Marshall sat down next to her and he apologised for not helping her sooner. Elsa's unfocused eyes looked at him for a brief moment and she smiled, making him feel better. At least for a short moment.
"Gerda?" she asked, and Marshall's worry increased. She was losing track of simple events going on around her.
"She’ll be back in a moment," Marshall said, caressing her back.
"I’ve got to—"
"Whatever it is you're thinking, you won't." Marshall ordered, putting his hand on her shoulder and stopping her from going after Gerda. He knew she wouldn't go far in her state, but the last thing he needed was for her to fall face first onto the ground.
"I found some antipyretic drugs," Gerda announced as she returned to the living room with a first-aid kit and a cold compress in her hands.
Marshall watched her tend to Elsa, offering a pill and some water that she reluctantly accepted. "Mrs Bjorgmam—”
“Gerda,” she reminded him. “Please, call me Gerda.”
He nodded, understanding her request, and continued, “Elsa insisted I brought her here, but I think it'd be best to take her to the ER. I've got my car outside."
"Don't worry,” Gerda said, patting his knee. “I'll call Nielsen. He'll know what to do."
"Nielsen…" He remembered the name clearly. He had been the director at the hospital the time he had worked there. A respectable doctor who had great knowledge and a calmness he envied. "You mean Dr. Nielsen? Isn't he retired?"
"He still treats some special patients." Gerda explained as she placed the cold compress on Elsa's neck, making her shiver. When she tried to get away from the cold, Gerda stopped her. "I need to lower your temperature."
"How can you stand this every day?" Elsa asked, her eyes tightly shut.
"What, dear?"
"The cold. It's unbearable." She breathed out.
Gerda and Marshall's eyes softened. They couldn't really imagine what it was for her to start feeling the cold so suddenly. Her body was a puzzle they couldn't comprehend and it made helping her a lot more complicated.
"It isn't always like this, sweetheart." Gerda moved the compress to make sure it didn't fall when Elsa’s body trembled, and so she asked Marshall to hold it while she called Nielsen.
Marshall did what he was told, and even if he knew there wasn’t much he could be doing, he couldn't stay still. He wasn't sure if it was his instinct kicking in, but he couldn't agree with Gerda's idea. He wanted to pick Elsa up and take her to the ER as soon as possible.
"Are you okay?" he asked Elsa when he saw her leaning forward.
"I feel sick." She said in between laboured breaths.
"Gerda’s calling someone."
"Am I snowing?"
"No," he said after looking around the room to make sure she wasn't. "Why are you so worried about—" He tried to ask, but Elsa interrupted him by pushing his hand away. She then extended her good hand in front of her like she had done the day before. This time, ice and snow didn’t manifest and a pained expression drew on her face. "What are you doing?"
"Elsa," Gerda called after her daughter from the other side of the room. She was still in the middle of the phone call but she rushed to her side and put her hand over Elsa's. "You've got a high fever. Don't force it. You know it's no good."
"Gerda, I don't feel so good," Elsa said, unsure of what to do.
Sitting down next to her again, Gerda put her arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple. “I know. But, please, don’t try to use your powers.”
This seemed to calm Elsa to some extent and she leaned onto her. Gerda checked on her once more and then continued her conversation. "Yes, I'm here. It’s an infection… I suppose."
"Lymphangitis," Marshall said. He remembered a case he had helped treat while he was still working in the hospital.
"What?"
"Check her arm."
Gerda did and noticed the red streak that contrasted clearly with Elsa’s pale skin. "Jonnas, please, I need you to come check on her," she begged. "She’ll need antibiotics as soon as possible. No. No snow, she just took a pill. I know. I know. We will."
Hanging up the phone, she turned to him and said, "he said he's coming." Noticing her daughter was almost asleep against her shoulder, she sighed and asked for his help once again. "Help me take her to her room before the antipyretic starts working and the ice becomes uncontrollable."
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"Let me know if anything changes tonight. I don't trust this to go smoothly," Nielsen said to Gerda as they exited Elsa’s room. Tending to Elsa had proven to be harder than they both originally imagined, and Nielsen wasn’t feeling too optimistic.
From the very beginning, Gerda and the doctors involved in Elsa’s case had noticed a peculiar phenomenon occurring whenever her temperature rose above average. As the temperature increased, the ice and snow would recede and leave almost no trace in her body until the fever broke, or it was reduced with the help of medicine. Her powers would then react on their own, beyond Elsa’s control, making things difficult for whoever was trying to treat her. It had been a nerve-racking situation whenever it happened the first few years; but with time, Gerda and Nielsen had learnt to deal with it and knew what to expect.
This time, however, the drugs had kicked in sooner than expected, helping to lower her temperature on one hand, but causing her powers to start reacting before Elsa’s infected injury was properly treated. Not being able to control her powers made Elsa more nervous and a cycle started in which the powers became more and more uncontrollable, forcing Nielsen to take more serious measures to ensure they could help her. To their disappointment, the only safe alternative had been sedating Elsa against her will.
“Call me first thing in the morning. I want to know how the infection develops.” He picked his pen and wrote a prescription. “Here are the antibiotics she'll need to take,” he finally said, handing it to Gerda.
“These are quite strong,” she said, frowning. “She won't like the way they make her feel.”
“It's either this,” Nielsen said, pointing to the prescription. “Or admitting her to the hospital. And I’m certain you’d like to avoid that.”
Gerda couldn't do anything but agree with him. With the way things had gone just a moment before, she knew taking Elsa to the hospital would probably end up in disaster.
“Excuse me, Dr. Nielsen,” Marshall interrupted before the doctor had a chance to leave. “Was lying to her necessary?”
Marshall had stood by Elsa’s side when she had begged not to be given any tranquillisers, and he had only changed his mind when Nielsen convinced them both they’d only use local anaesthesia. As Gerda had expected, Elsa had fallen asleep in less than a minute, and Marshall disapproval had been obvious. He had remained quiet, though, refraining himself from saying anything at that moment. Part of Gerda felt proud Marshall was fighting for Elsa’s rights now that things were under control, and she felt guilty for not having explained to them what Nielsen was really about to do.
“Her powers can't be controlled. The tiniest mistake could result in one of us getting hurt,” Jonnas said, not feeling in the mood to explain himself. “Explaining the situation to other doctors or police officers is a lot more stressful than falling asleep, trust me.”
“I understand that but—”
“Trust me,” he repeated, letting Marshall know his decisions were not up for debate. “Oh, and, Hålkesen?”
Gerda could see his cold, sharp eyes glaring at Jonnas in disapproval, but still he remained quiet, limiting himself to answer his question. “Yes?”
“I don't know what you know about Elsa, but not a word to anyone. Am I clear?”
Gerda sighed in relief when Marshall nodded, his expression serious and trustworthy. It was clear that beyond his anger he could understand Elsa's situation was more delicate than he could comprehend.
Once Jonnas had left, Gerda closed the door behind him and turned to look at the young man still standing in her living room. She had only met Marshal briefly once; and now, there he was helping her take care of Elsa and agreeing to keep silent about things he probably couldn’t understand.
“Thank you for your help today,” she said, honestly. “You did the right thing by bringing her home.”
“This isn't the first time things like this have happened, is it?”
“You mean the infection?” Gerda said, as she began tidying up the living room. The first thing she did was fold Marshall’s blanket and lay it neatly on a small table, then she continued with her first-aid kit. Keeping busy helped her order her thoughts about everything that had happened since Elsa showed up at her door that rainy Sunday.
“I meant having Nielsen take care of her instead of going to the hospital.”
“Sadly, no,” she admitted. There was no point in keeping information from him at that point. After all, he had helped not only Elsa, but Jonnas and her too with everything they needed. “You may have noticed that taking care of Elsa is… ”
“Extremely complicated?” he said with a dry laugh.
Gerda nodded her head and felt grateful that he was understanding their situation so well. It wasn’t easy to accept that Nielsen and she had avoided taking Elsa to the hospital as much as possible during those years. It even felt like they were denying Elsa proper care. Anybody could blame them if they wanted. But Marshall seemed mature enough to understand it was for the best. “We try to avoid going to crowded places for this reason. You never know who could find out about her… abilities and try to harm her.”
“Why would anyone try to harm her?” he asked, in deep thought. Gerda found it endearing that he couldn’t comprehend why someone would try to do it. It let her see the person he was underneath and made her happy to know Elsa had found a good man in that lonely mountain.
“I need to stay alert in case Elsa needs me. Would you like to keep me company while I wait for her to wake up?” She offered, hoping he’d accept. She was dying to meet him and see what had become of little Hålkesen after so many years. Part of her was hoping he’d remembered who she was.
“I thought you wouldn’t let me stay…”
“I'm sure Elsa would love to see you after everything you did.” She enjoyed watching him turn a deeper shade of red and she understood why Anna loved pestering Elsa so much about the mountaineer. “Please, stay. I’d like to talk to you if that's okay.”
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For the next two hours, Marshall and Gerda stayed in the living room, keeping a close look on Elsa’s open door as they talked. From time to time one of them would take turns checking on her, even though they knew it would be a couple of hours until she woke up.
Talking to Marshall had been awkward at first, since their main topic of conversation was sleeping peacefully. However, Gerda had soon found a way to win him over by telling him who she was and what she remembered about his childhood and family. And to her surprise, as soon as he realised who she was, his shy and overly polite demeanour began to change. He became more talkative and even excited to mention a few things he remembered about her. He had spoken about her raspberry pies and even admitted to having lain in wait for her to show up at Oaken’s shop to offer her his help. Carrying groceries to get some pie in exchange was one of the things he loved about summer time.
Gerda had been delighted to know he still held her in high esteem, even if he hadn’t known her name. His whole life he had called her the “Pie lady” and that made Gerda extremely happy for some reason.
“How come you didn’t realise Elsa was my daughter?””
“I was a kid at the time,” he said with a sheepish smile. “I had no idea what your real name was or what you did for a living. All I remember was you spent some summers at the mountain and at the time you didn’t have kids who’d play with me.”
“What about the cottage?”
“They all looked the same when I was seven.”
“Well, it's true you were only a kiddo—” she began to say, but she got distracted by the sound of a key opening the front door.
Kai entered the house and only then did she remember the heated argument Kristoff and Kai had shared that very morning about Marshall. Everything that happened with Elsa had made her forget about her husband and son’s whereabouts and the fact they were after the man sitting next to her. She felt stupid for not trying to contact them, or at least let the police station Elsa was home, so they could use the radio to contact Kai.
"Gerda," he said as soon as he locked eyes with her. "I need your help—" He stopped as soon as he saw Marshall sitting by her side, and Gerda stood up, knowing he’d react before he thought things through.
"What are you doing here?” Kai asked, not giving Gerda a chance to say anything. And even she felt uncomfortable by the angered stare that he sent Marshall.
The young man stood up and looked at him unsure of what to do. Something told her he was waiting for her to do or say something first. She took a step forward and blocked Kai’s path. “Before you do or say anything, there’s something you need to know…”
Ignoring his wife’s request, he took a few steps closer to them all the time keeping his eyes fixed on Marshall. “Where is Elsa? You’re the last person she was seen with, and now—”
“Keep your voice down,” Gerda interrupted. She put a hand over his chest to try and calm him down. “She’s here. She wasn’t feeling well and so he brought her home.”
“Here?” Kai looked over Gerda’s head and in the direction of Elsa’s bedroom. The door that usually remained closed was now open.
“What happened?” Kristoff asked behind his father and only then she realised her son was there with them.
“She had a high fever. The wound in her hand is badly infected.”
“Bad enough for her to be in bed?” Kai asked, sceptical, his eyes falling on Marshall once again.
“Yes,” she said with a tired sigh. “Nielsen left an hour or so ago.” She knew there was a lot more she’d need to explain to them both, but all it mattered now was making sure Kai stopped targeting Marshall over something that was beyond his responsibility.
Walking past her, Kai stood in front of Marshall and asked, “What happened between Elsa and you? And where have you been?”
“Dad, for goodness sake,” said Krisotff exasperatedly. It was clear he had dealt with his father’s anxiousness all afternoon, and he had no more patience left. “He brought Elsa home. That’s all that matters.”
“You were looking for us?” Marshall asked, unsure why he was suddenly on Bjorgman’s bad side.
“I'm talking about the accident on Saturday.” Kai said, turning around to make sure Kristoff understood what he was talking about. “Elsa doesn't lose control of her powers that easily. He must have done something to her. And she wouldn’t disappear on her own either.”
Gerda paid close attention to the two young men and noticed the confused look they shared with each other. It was more than obvious they both agree Elsa disappearing was more common than Kai realised. Even Gerda herself knew that.
“I have no idea where Elsa’s been. And as I said the other day, I didn’t do anything.” Marshall said, annoyed he had become Kai’s scapegoat. “I told you to talk to Elsa the other night.”
“Look,” Kai said, taking a step closer to Marshall. “The realisation Elsa had hurt you got me by surprise the other day. I was desperate to come here and check on her. That’s why Anders and I let you off the hook easily. But I need an explanation now. A real one. What happened between you two?”
“I didn't hurt her.” Marshall’s seriousness left no place for an argument and Gerda worried it wouldn’t sit well with her husband.
“You had a fight. That much is clear.” Kai said with unfounded certainty. “The two of you ended up being hurt.” His voice steadily rose up and he pointed to Marshall’s injured arm to make his point clearer. “There was blood everywhere… Don’t try to minimise whatever it is you did!”
Marshall frowned at him. “I didn’t hurt her and we didn’t have a fight. Elsa and I—”
“Elsa did whatever was in her power to avoid you these last few days.”
“That isn't true!” Marshall spat, and Gerda could see the hurt in his eyes behind his anger. Kai wouldn't let Marshall explain himself and Gerda felt it was unfair.
“Okay. Enough of this. Stop.” Kristoff said, putting himself in between the two of them. “Elsa made a mistake, all right?" he said to his father. "She got hurt and lost control. Marshall got hurt because of it and ended up getting caught in all this mess.”
"Is that good enough for you? Or are you going to call your ridiculous partner to help you interrogate me?" Marshall barked, unable to control the anger he felt.
"For fuck’s sake, mate," Kristoff complained, pushing Marshall slightly to keep him at bay. "Shut up and let me talk."
Kai held Marshall's gaze until he decided it was best to deal with the mountaineer at some other time. Walking towards the door, he opened it wide and ordered, "I want you out of the house. Now."
"Kai, there’s no reason to—" Gerda tried to intervene.
"It’s okay, Gerda," Marshall said, his voice softer than before. "Thank you for your hospitality."
She watched him walk out the door and Gerda felt incredibly bad for him. She had seen the concern in his eyes when he brought Elsa home. She had seen the way her daughter relied on him when she was feeling weak or threatened, and that was enough for her to know he was incapable of hurting her. Not thinking twice about it, Gerda went after him.
She looked around and noticed the door of an old SUV closing with a loud bang. She got closer and saw Marshall hitting the steering wheel repeatedly. He was letting out his frustration on the car and Gerda thought it was best to stop him. She knocked on his window, and waited, hoping he'd listen to her.
When he finally turned to look at her, his tearful eyes made Gerda regret not saying something sooner. She knew she should’ve stopped Kai from throwing all the blame on him when they were all inside the house. "Please, open the door," Gerda said with a small, apologetic smile.
He didn't say anything; but to her relief, he rolled down the window and waited.
"I beg you to forgive my husband," she said even though she knew he wouldn't, at least not that night. "I know you care about Elsa and I can't thank you enough for that."
He looked at her for a moment, only to nod his head twice.
"I'll make sure she calls you once she wakes up."
He ended up thanking her for coming after him and he made her promise she’d let him know if Elsa needed help. She did and asked for his phone number. She then bid him goodbye and watched him go.
When Gerda got into the house, Kai informed her Kristoff was in Elsa’s room. They both had argued when she had left the house after Marshall, and Kristoff had chosen to go spend some time with his sister, even if she was still asleep.
Understanding her son’s feelings, she picked Marshall’s blanket that had been left forgotten on the small table and walked to Elsa’s room as well. She wanted to spend the rest of the evening with both her children and let Kai on his own, thinking about the things he had done wrong.
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I think I like this chapter better than chapter 42. I personally didn’t like the way the previous one turned out and there are a few things I’d like to change (about my writing, not the plot itself), but I thought it was best to continue the story rather than start making small changes here or there.
I hope you enjoy this chapter as well as the ones before. Several things I opened over 10 chapters ago are starting to come together and that might make these following chapters kind of convoluted. I hope that doesn’t make them too slow paced, but I want to start closing things, you know.
You may have noticed that Kai may seem sort of OCC in this chapter. But I did it on purpose. See, I like to think of him as that kind of person who’s calm and collected until the day the people he cares about are in “danger”, even if the danger is created by his own anxiety. I think all the stress about seeing his daughter so out of sorts finally got to him. I also revealed a bit more why Kai and Gerda are so overprotective of Elsa all the time — besides the obvious reason that’s Elsa’s past, of course. When I began this story I wanted to give every character a “backstory” of their own, and now you know more about Kai’s and Gerda’s.
As always, let me know what you think of this chapter as well as the rest. Your opinions always help me know what I’m doing right and wrong, so keep them coming.
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Hiya, Poorni ❤️! For the character ask game, Kristoff and Varian?
Varian
Sexuality Headcanon: bi bi bi
Gender Headcanon: cis but I can see him as a trans man
A ship I have with said character: If Rapunzel and Eugene weren't a thing, I'd be happy to see Varian/Eugene.
A BROTP I have with said character: Rapunzel, Eugene, Cass
A NOTP I have with said character: idk but maybe mother gothel if anyone ships them haha
A random headcanon: His first kiss was with a guy.
General Opinion over said character: He's a sweet little guy.
Kristoff
Sexuality Headcanon: bi or str8 and super comfy w/ his sexuality
Gender Headcanon: cis
A ship I have with said character: Anna (and maybe Hans in another life don't hate me!)
A BROTP I have with said character: Olaf, Sven, Elsa, & Honeymaren (I can see them bonding over the quirks of their wives haha)
A NOTP I have with said character: Anyone but Anna (I wouldn't hate the idea of him being paired of w/ another man tho)
A random headcanon: Kristoff loves to read Shakespeare.
General Opinion over said character: Angel face. Everything I'd want in a man: kind, brave, strong, sweet, funny, etc.
#answered#sunshine ☀️#lovely moots 💕#varian the alchemist#kristoff bjorgman#frozen#tangled the series
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for the hsmtmts ask, jet!
**I started this project pre-season 4, so all answers are for season 3 and earlier**
Favorite thing about them: Honestly I love how much of a menace he was. He would be brooding at trees or calling ricky out with no remorse and it was the funniest thing ever (let's be real ricky deserved the gina lashings lmao). But then we get these two second glances of him being soft- especially with ricky- that really reflect the kristoff/sven dynamic and it just made Jet have a special place in your heart. I love characters like that: the hard shell but there is still good somewhere deep down that is shown in fragments (draco malfoy, anyone?)
Least favorite thing about them: I know it's not Jet's fault totally for outting Maddox, but I still don't love that he said something about her dating someone in the first place. Yes, they started to grow apart seemingly before this, but there is this trust they had established and Jet doing that because he was mad at his parents (and couldn't get his way) was low.
Favorite line(s):
(this is technically Kourtney but the line delivery and Jet's expression k*lled me) "he's staring at a tree, right?"
*Jet dissociating on the bunk bed while Carlos and Ricky talk openly about him*
"Basically, I, like, raised myself on YouTube" (I love this because Ricky had this connection to Jet and I can't help but wonder if this kind of reminded him of Gina)
"Are you actually this upset that I took off or is really about Gina?"
Jet: "Right. You guy are 'friends'" Ricky: "I can hear the air quotes" Jet: "Good"
Ricky: "Dude, what are you doing with your voice?" Jet: "I don't know, but it hurts"
Ricky: "I just can't believe I let Color War slip through my fingers" Jet: "you mean Gina?"
"I'm in love with the girl playing Elsa and it's eating me alive"
OTP: Jetney! 💛 (and yes because of color war their color is yellow in my head)
nOTP: Carlos’ imaginary pairing of jet and maddox (again… yikes)
brOTP: Jet and Ricky! I mentioned this earlier, but I love the fact that they resemble kristoff/sven's dynamic. The reindeer who knows too much and calls out kristoff's crap when kristoff is in denial? The reindeer who is a little aloof but tags along everywhere kristoff goes? They're perfect :')
Something I expect from them season 4 (if applicable): Before s4 came out, I fully anticipated Jet to be like Zeke... fawning over Kourtney (Sharpay). Like we did get some moments of him making a total fool of himself, but I really thought we were going to get that multiplied by 3. I was also hoping for at least a Jetney cheek kiss (tbh I thought they would kiss and Madlyn wouldn't), but they were just slower moving than the rest of the couples in the show. However, when all was said and done, I was still really happy with the content we got!
Random Headcanon: In my mind Jetney, Rina, and Madlyn go on triple dates all the time. They found a way to spend a lot of time together before Kourtney and Ricky graduated, but after graduation, Jet flies out to visit Kourtney frequently (and vice-versa).
Unpopular Opinion: Oof... this one is definitely unpopular. I guess it's an old unpopular opinion since it was technically before s4, but I remember not really caring if Jet and Maddox came back for s4. 😬 I know a lot of people liked them and wanted them back super badly, but I was neutral. I was happy if they came back but wasn't heartbroken if they didn't. Tim tried to keep it a surprise but the last scene in s3 made it obvious they were coming back. Once I started writing with them in my fics I was a lot more excited to have them back but I definitely wasn't emotionally tied to them when the season ended.
Song I associate with them: "I'm Still Standing"... but the version from Sing. I already said this once and I am so sorry for this, but Jet singing "Right Place" reminds me so much of Johnny at the piano. I really think it's the leather jacket idk. 😭 (the funny part is EJ's name is Elton John and Elton John is one of the singers in the og "I'm Still Standing")
Favorite picture of them:
Side note: has anyone decided wtf his and Maddox's last names are?!?
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Character ask: Olaf and Kristoff (Frozen)
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Olaf
Favorite thing about them: His general lovability. I like his joy and sweetness, the way his lines blend childlike innocence with dry, deadpan humor (my Norwegian-American mom has praised how authentically Norwegian his understated line delivery feels), the comedy of the various ways his body can come apart and rearrange, and his touching love for his human "family," especially Anna.
Least favorite thing about them: Nothing about his actual character, but I think he's been slightly overused by Disney in spin-off material. But then, Disney often does this with popular sidekick characters. I'm sure that '90s adults felt the same way about Timon and Pumbaa.
Three things I have in common with them:
*I tend to be cheerful and fun-loving most of the time.
*I can be slightly naïve.
*I like warm hugs.
Three things I don't have in common with them:
*I don't like hot weather.
*I wasn't brought to life by magic.
*I can't rearrange my body parts.
Favorite line:
It's hard to choose because he has so many good lines, but I'll narrow it down to these:
"I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs."
"Oh, look at that. I've been impaled."
"Love is putting someone else's needs before yours."
"Some people are worth melting for."
"I just thought of one thing that's permanent. Love."
"I love happy endings. I mean, I presume we're done, or is this 'putting us in mortal danger' situation going to be a regular thing?"
brOTP: Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, and Sven.
OTP: Just happiness.
nOTP: Anna or Elsa.
Random headcanon: Having been created by Elsa and Anna, he's technically their closest living relative, so until Anna and Kristoff have a child, Olaf will be the legal heir to the throne of Arendelle.
Unpopular opinion: I don't think I have one.
Song I associate with them: "In Summer"
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"When I Am Older" is fine too, but I like his first song better.
Favorite pictures of them:
Kristoff
Favorite thing about them: Like Olaf (though in a different way), he's a likable character in general. Strong, smart, and down-to-earth, yet quirky and funny, with a nice character arc of becoming less misanthropic and learning to love Anna, and then of course there's his steadfast, selfless devotion to her by the end of the first film and throughout the sequel.
Least favorite thing about them: His belief that all men eat their boogers. But more seriously, I do think his romance with Anna in the first film is a little underdeveloped. I'm glad the sequel reveals that they don't actually become engaged until three years later.
Three things I have in common with them:
*I have some Scandinavian DNA.
*I sometimes think animals are better than people.
*I don't care for uncomfortable formal clothes.
Three things I don't have in common with them:
*I'm female.
*I wasn't raised by trolls.
*I've never harvested ice.
Favorite line:
From the first film, his snarky dialogue with Anna about getting engaged to a man she just met.
From the second film, his proposal:
Anna, you are the most extraordinary person I've ever known. I love you with all I am. Will you marry me?"
brOTP: Sven, Olaf, and Elsa.
OTP: Anna.
nOTP: Any member of his troll family.
Random headcanon: He's partly of Northuldra descent. This reconciles the original claims when the first film came out that he was Sámi with the sequel's introduction of Sámi-like people whom he doesn't belong to.
Unpopular opinion: I'm not sure if this is unpopular or just disagreeing with a few loud critics, but Anna's reliance on him in the first film isn't "anti-feminist." The idea that a strong heroine should be able to do everything by herself is nonsense, especially when she's a sheltered princess venturing out into a frozen wilderness and climbing a mountain for the first time.
Song I associate with them:
"Reindeers Are Better Than People"
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"Lost in the Woods"
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Favorite pictures of them:
@true--north, @the-blue-fairie, @themousefromfantasyland, @superkingofpriderock, @ariel-seagull-wings
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The Snow King: Part I
Summary: A Feysand Frozen retelling. Feyre teams up with Cassian and Lucien in a race to find King Rhysand, whose icy powers have trapped the Kingdom of Velaris in an eternal winter.
A/n: I am so excited to share this retelling! I have been working on it for ages and I really hope you enjoy it! I promise you now: Rhys as Queen Elsa and Lucien as a sassy Kristoff is everything you never knew you needed.
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Feyre had been in love with Prince Rhysand since she was five years old.
The Archeron family had high standing in the Kingdom of Velaris, and Feyre had attended every royal gathering since she was old enough to walk.The King and Queen had always been kind and welcoming to her family, being that Feyre and her sisters were approximate in age to the young Prince. There were always hushed talks of betrothals, but none of that had meant anything to Feyre.
All that mattered was that Prince Rhysand had the prettiest eyes she’d ever seen, and that he didn’t mock her the way Elain and Nesta did. That simple combination was enough for the two of them to become fast friends, though Feyre was never sure what Rhysand got out of it. He always seemed to find her amusing more than anything else.
Nesta was entirely unimpressed by the crown prince, even more so by his apparent attachment to Feyre. She’d said as much on enough occasions, sometimes even to the prince’s face. Elain, on the other hand, was completely taken to all things involving the royal family. Though she seemed rather intimidated by Rhysand, she did enjoy the company of his younger sister, the two of them often running off to play in the gardens at every social event.
The result often left Feyre and Rhys to entertain each other, which was quite the mistake indeed.
Quickly, the crown prince garnered an unruly reputation of wreaking havoc through the halls of the palace—usually at the behest of the two servant boys they’d befriended, Cassian and Azriel. Rhysand always took the fall for their wayward group, claiming a crown prince could afford to be the subject of rumors.
Feyre had always thought it quite unfair, considering the four of them certainly weren’t discreet. Like the day they’d hauled buckets of snow into the palace ballroom to stage a massive indoor snowball fight. The King and Queen had walked in, appalled, and Feyre’s errant snowball had hit the King square in the chest.
Immediately, Rhysand had launched into a string of apologies, claiming the snow was single-handedly his doing, despite all evidence contrary. The King had looked to his son, then to the guilty faces of Feyre and the boys, and sternly promised Rhysand would be punished when his friends returned home. The prince’s face had turned solemn, until the Queen scooped a handful of snow and promptly tossed it at her husband’s face. Just like that, the royal family had joined in on the game.
Feyre couldn’t pinpoint when, exactly, that fun-loving family had started to withdraw from the world. It was gradual. As they grew older, Rhysand stopped smiling as much. There were less and less balls held every season, birthday and holiday celebrations became more close-knit, and eventually the Archerons stopped receiving invitations altogether.
Nesta was convinced it was Feyre’s doing, though Feyre knew it was not the Archeron family exclusively that had been shut out. The Palace doors had closed, no longer accepting visitors. Rhysand had told her as much, in the letter he had written to her, apologizing as he explained they could no longer continue their friendship. Feyre had been devastated, and Rhys had offered no rationale besides needing to focus on becoming King.
Then, the Kingdom had been rocked by the devastating news of the King, Queen, and Princess of Velaris being lost at sea. All Feyre could think about was Rhysand in that big, lonely castle. All by himself.
Closed gates and letters be damned, she went to go see him.
Cassian and Azriel helped her sneak in through the servant’s quarters, wearing grim faces.
“How is he?” Feyre asked, though the answer was clear enough from their expressions.
“He hasn’t left his room,” Azriel said, eyes dark with remorse.
Feyre glanced between the two of them, her heart sinking as she recalled the ways they had all played together as kids. They were perhaps Rhysand’s closest friends, and the Queen and Princess had always treated them like family. She pulled them both into a tight, tearful hug before she snuck off to Rhysand’s quarters.
She couldn’t help but notice how much colder it was in this part of the palace. Had Rhysand been so consumed in his grief he hadn’t bothered to light fires? Gods, was he not even letting servants into his wing of the palace?
“Rhys?” Feyre called, rapping her knuckle three times against his door. “It’s me, Feyre.”
There was the indistinct sound of shuffling on the other side of the room, but otherwise no response.
“Look, I know you’re in there, and you don’t have to let me in or say anything. I just… wanted to tell you that I’m here for you. I know you don’t wish to continue our friendship, but if you change your mind, or if you just need someone to talk to, you know where to find me.”
Still, silence. Unbearable silence, which was so unlike Rhysand that Feyre found herself babbling.
“Your family, they were always so wonderful to me and my sisters. I always felt so much more at home here, with them. And—Gods, Rhys, I am so, so sorry.”
She hadn’t meant to start crying. Rhys had enough grief to deal with, she certainly hadn’t wanted to burden him with hers as well.
“You are going to make such a great King,” she pushed on despite her tears, praying he couldn’t hear the way her voice wavered through the door. “And I know they are so, so proud of you. Everyone in Velaris is. The Kingdom is in great hands.”
Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say. She could hear a shuddering breath on the other side of the door, the unmistakable sound of sobbing. Her heart cracked in pieces. Had she made it worse? This was a mistake. Rhysand had already politely told Feyre he wanted nothing to do with her, and that was before his family had passed away. She was a fool.
“Anyway, I’m sorry for bothering you. I just wanted to let you know that I... l—care about you.” Oh dear, this was going downhill quickly. “And… I’m here if you need me— “ she’d already said that. “Fuck, okay. Wait, sorry. I’m just going to go now.”
She turned on her heel and had taken her first step when the door clicked, as if Rhys had been standing on the other side the whole time. Feyre whirled to watch him quickly slip out of the room.
Her breath caught. It had been almost a year since the last time she’d seen Prince Rhysand. He looked a mess, with his red-rimmed eyes, splotchy cheeks, and hair so mussed she could imagine he’d been running his hands through it repeatedly, his raven-black locks so spiked it almost looked as if they’d been frozen in place. Yet, despite his haggard appearance, he was still the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. And entirely unattainable, she reminded herself. And grieving. Right.
“Rhys,” she breathed, mostly in surprise. He looked worn, and was staring at her warily. “I, um… wasn’t expecting you to come out,” she admitted. “How are you? No, sorry, that’s a stupid question. Um. I’m so sorry. Can I… do anything?”
Rhysand offered her the smallest smile, as if her awkward stumbling cheered him up despite the tragedy that had befallen his life. Well, it was good to know she still amused him. Some things never changed, she guessed.
“It’s good to see you,” he said, his voice croaking. She wasn’t sure if it was from tears or disuse, or perhaps both. Azriel had said he’d locked himself in his room since the moment the news arrived. “Despite the circumstances.”
Rhys hadn’t answered her question, and Feyre wasn’t sure what to do with herself. She wanted to hug him, but was worried that would be too forward. Perhaps sensing her hesitation, Rhys opened his arms to her, raising his brows in invitation. That was all the permission she needed to hurl herself into his arms.
Even in just the last year, he’d broadened so much. Gone were the awkward, gangly stages of puberty where he’d been a mess of too-tall limbs. Even if that version of Rhys had been enough to send her blushing, now he was a man. A King. Regal, handsome, impossibly graceful.
Rhys always ran cold, it was a trait she remembered from their childhood when he’d teasingly pressed his cold fingers to the back of her neck to make Feyre squeal. But now, his touch was like frost. She tried to prevent her teeth from chattering in his embrace. It was the middle of summer in Velaris, even without fires his room shouldn’t be that cold.
Feyre pulled away, frowning as she studied her friend. Despite the chill seeping in through where her arms clasped his tunic, he looked flushed, his cheeks perfectly rosy. Was he ill?
“Are you feeling okay, Rhys?” she asked, nervously pressing the back of her hand to his forehead. It was bone-chilling.
Any joy Rhys had retained dropped instantly from his expression. “I think we've well established that I’m far from okay.”
“No, not like that. Not emotionally, I mean. But, are you feeling unwell? You feel so cold—”
Rhys yanked himself away, his visage now as cold as his skin. Feyre frowned at the suddenty of the movement, as if she’d stung him.
“You should go,” he said, voice unrecognizable. A king’s voice speaking—a harsh dismissal, leaving no room for discussion.
Feyre was shocked, her mind whirling as she tried to contemplate what she’d said wrong. “Rhy—”
“Go, Feyre.”
There was something so unnervingly desperate in the way he said her name, like a plea, that made Feyre turn on her heel and flee without another word. She told herself it was just the grief that had caused Rhys to act so callously. Not that it mattered; he’d made his intentions clear enough in his letter.
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A few weeks later and the Kingdom of Velaris was bustling as everyone prepared for King Rhysand’s coronation. For the first time in years the Palace doors were reopening for all, invitations delivered to every notable family. Including, of course, the Archerons.
Feyre’s sisters had immediately taken to prattling about the affairs of High Society—discussing all the eligible bachelors who would be in attendance and which ball gowns would be best to woo them. Feyre felt sufficiently underwhelmed to chatter about such things, if anything she was anxious about attending. Rhysand hadn’t said anything to make her feel unwelcome to attend, but… he hadn’t necessarily said anything encouraging, either.
She worried that attending would only serve to slice further at the lacerations on her heart, as thinking about Rhys often did.
Yet as the bell tolled and the crowds filtered in, Feyre found herself among the attendees, sitting close to observe the pageantry in full. There was Rhysand, nearly swallowed in his ceremonial garbs, looking every bit as nervous as she felt. Their eyes met, his bright violet gaze piercing straight through her heart. Feyre’s mouth immediately went dry, but just as quickly he’d fixed those cunning eyes away. She took a heavy breath and chewed her lip, wondering how she’d possibly get through an evening of such exchanges.
The anointing itself was rather quick. Rhys stood before the gathered audience, holding the orb and sceptre as he swore his vows to his crown and country.
“King Rhysand of Velaris!” the bishop announced, immediately sending the crowd into mayhem as everyone cheered and swore allegiance to their new sovereign. The bells above tolled in celebration, and Rhys had the most dazzling smile on his face.
Following the ceremony, dignitaries and aristocrats were swept into the Great Hall to celebrate. Already, the hall was filled with music, and couples had taken to waltzing across the floor. Nesta and Elain fled hand in hand, seeking out potential gentleman callers. Feyre was left, stranded, by the dessert table. Which wouldn’t have been a bad thing if the apprehension curling in her stomach hadn’t made her far too queasy to consider eating.
Rhysand was standing on the far end of the room, looking pleasantly over the crowd, greeting all who came to congratulate him. He was a good King already. Feyre felt nothing but confidence he would do a fine job.
A King… despite her family’s station, it had been foolish to truly think their friendship could endure. As if Kings could engage in such frivolous things.
Their eyes met again. Having been caught staring, Feyre offered an awkward smile and wave, wishing she could simply blink out of existence right then and there. Gods, she had to get over her foolish crush, especially since—
“Care to dance?”
Feyre jumped, whirling to face Tamlin, the seventh Prince of the Spring Isles. Speak of the devil. She offered him a too-forced smile. “Of course.”
So they took to the dance floor, joining the blur of couples in a waltz that felt too stilted from matching Tamlin’s gait. Still, she smiled and laughed when she was expected, trying not to look at Tamlin’s face too long, and trying harder to ignore the violet eyes she knew were boring into the back of her head.
“Mind if I cut in?”
Feyre stiffened in Tamlin’s grip as the two of them turned in astonishment to the King of Velaris. Tamlin’s eyes practically bulged, but he bowed respectfully. “Of course, your majesty.”
Rhys cringed at the honorific, a title that up until a month prior had belonged to his father. Feyre nodded her goodbye to Tamlin as she accepted the King’s outstretched hand, feeling a bit numb as Rhys whirled her back into the rhythm of the dance.
The crowd began murmuring around them as the King took his first dance, with an Archeron sister no less. Feyre couldn’t figure out why Rhys had done it, but she was honored to be chosen nonetheless.
He moved with that easy grace he’d come to possess in recent years, leading Feyre as if they’d been dance partners for years. Though they’d stopped doing such things when they were children, sick of adults implying they’d be married one day.
“Enjoy dancing with Prince Tamlin?” he asked, his voice dangerously unreadable. Was he angry? Amused? Teasing? Rhys gave nothing away in his expression.
“Quite,” she answered conversationally, deciding two could play at that game. “I assume you’re acquainted?”
“Only in passing,” Rhys answered, sounding too casual as he twirled Feyre, her skirts billowing with the motion. He caught her smoothly, pulling her imperceptibly closer. “And the two of you?”
Feyre didn’t follow. Being this close to Rhys was making her mind hazy. “Sorry?”
“Are the two of you acquainted?” he repeated, the corners of his lips curling in that tell-tale sign of amusement.
Feyre’s face burned. He was always finding ways to tease her, even without saying anything. “He’s my betrothed.”
Rhysand suddenly halted. Feyre, mid-step, would have tumbled into him were he not so adept, his arm reaching to steady her.
They’d stopped in the middle of the dance floor, onlookers shooting them odd looks as the couples danced around them. Feyre’s cheeks burned further from the attention, the socialites no doubt wondering what uncouth thing she must have said to the King to make him lose composure.
“You’re marrying Prince Tamlin? How? When? Are you to move to the Spring Isles?”
Feyre blinked at the onslaught of questions, so uncharacteristic of the smooth-tongued, collected man he usually paraded as during Court events.
“Tamlin requested my hand a few months prior. When the Palace closed its doors, the Archeron family sought other circles of High Society. Spring is our closest allied kingdom and is only a short journey by boat, so we’ve been attending their balls, as have many other families in Velaris. Tamlin and I have yet to flush out the details, I only accepted the proposal in the last week.”
Rhysand’s face seemed to crumple, for only a second, before he regained his composure, sweeping her back into the waltz as if nothing had passed. “I suppose this means our own betrothal is off?” he teased, though there was an edge to his voice. He was referring to their childhood vow to become King and Queen of Velaris. Rhys had never mentioned it, or even alluded to an interest in Feyre, since puberty.
Feyre suddenly felt defensive. “I assumed any vows were made null when you sent me that letter.”
Rhysand stiffened. She half expected him to seize dancing once more, but he continued, his movements more rigid.
When Rhys said nothing, Feyre felt her blood boil. “Am I to assume you stand by those sentiments?”
Rhysand cleared his throat. “Feyre, I—”
And Feyre simply couldn’t stand to hear him rationalize why he felt justified in throwing their lifelong friendship out the window. Couldn’t bear to hear the indifference in his voice while she still felt shattered. Couldn’t bear to have her foolish heart thrown back in her face all over again for having let herself fall in love with a Crown Prince, as if his heartbreaking beauty hadn’t been warning enough.
She tore herself away. “Sorry, your majesty, I really must be going.” She swallowed past the swords lodged in her throat. “It’s improper for a betrothed woman to dance with another gentleman.”
Just like that, all vulnerability on his face slammed shut, his expression as impenetrable as the Palace doors these last years.
“You’re quite right, Lady Archeron. I wish you a happy marriage.” The tone of his voice implied anything but.
They’d stopped dancing again. Feyre went to talk away, but paused. If this was the last they’d ever see of each other, she might as well say her piece. Might as well put it out there, lest the ugly truth wither and rot inside her.
She didn’t turn to see his face, but she could feel him watching her. “I was waiting to accept the proposal because I still had hope.”
“Hope for what?”
“That the boy I knew was still in that palace. The one I made that silly vow to. I was waiting for him, and I accepted Tamlin’s proposal only after I realized he was no longer there.”
Something inexplicable happened after the words left her mouth. One moment, the Great Hall was filled with music and laughter and dancing. The next, the marble floor had frozen over in a thick coat of ice. Couples mid-step slipped and fell on their rears. The bands stopped playing. Everyone stared in disbelief to the center of the dancefloor.
Feyre turned, slowly, to King Rhysand. His chest was heaving, his hands clenched into fists. Fractals of ice still fell from where his fingertips had been outstretched moments before. It was completely incomprehensible, but somehow the blast of ice had come from him.
“Sorcery!” someone in the crowd shrieked.
Rhysand’s head snapped to the direction of the cry, his gaze sweeping over the horrified faces of the crowd. Then he looked back to Feyre, eyes wide and desperate. Her heart broke.
“Rhys,” she whispered, stepping towards him, extending her hand. Unsure what help she could offer him, but recognizing that desperation in his eyes.
He broke into a sprint. The King of their country, fleeing his own home, his own ballroom, because he no longer felt safe among the condemning faces of their countryfolk. Feyre followed after him, calling his name, knowing he needed someone to tell him they weren’t afraid. And she would never be afraid of him.
“Feyre!” Tamlin called after her, as Feyre wove through the muttering crowds of people. Words like monster and sorcerer were cast so freely, with such disdain, Feyre felt like screaming in frustration. Rhys was the kindest person she knew.
The King pushed past the crowds of people in the garden, a trail of ice in his wake. Feyre tried to keep her footing as she gave chase, but Rhys certainly wasn’t making it easy. When he came to the fjord, he turned like a cornered animal, his eyes blown wide with panic.
“Rhys,” Feyre breathed as she scrambled to a stop, trying to find purchase on the slippery ground. “It’s okay. It’s just me.”
“Feyre,” Rhys said, his voice choked. He looked on the verge of tears and Feyre would have reached for him were he not in such a volatile state. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Come back inside,” she said gently. “Show the people there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“But there is.” The words were nearly a whimper as he held out his hands before him, staring at his palms in horror. “I don’t know how to control it, Feyre. I-I might hurt someone.”
“We can figure it out, Rhys,” she said consolingly. “I am not, and never will be afraid of you. I—”
“Feyre!” They both turned to face Tamlin, who was picking his way towards them along the icy-path. “Get away from that monster!”
Feyre turned back to Rhys, and she could see that any progress she’d made talking him off this precipice had crumbled to dust. His expression had turned stony, and as he stepped back, his heel touched the shallows of the fjord. A sheet of ice appeared at his feet. Rhys turned to it in surprise, testing his weight. When it kept, he stepped more surely onto the next slab.
Sensing he was about to make his escape, Feyre grabbed for his wrist. “Please, Rhys. Don’t go. This is your home.”
Rhys looked pointedly to Tamlin, then back to Feyre. “There’s no home left, Feyre. Not for a monster like me.”
He leapt back, the ice catching him before his feet hit the surface of the water. Feyre went to give chase, but Tamlin had caught up in the time they were talking, and he grabbed for her waist.
“Wait!” Feyre called, not sure if it was directed to Tamlin or Rhys. Perhaps both.
“I know you were close to the King, Feyre, but I think it’s for the better. People like him don’t belong on a throne.”
People like him. Feyre watched after his retreating figure. He turned only once, when he reached the other side of the channel. She could only imagine what he’d seen when he looked back to her, held back in Tamlin’s arms. Did he understand how much he was breaking her heart?
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So while dating Anna, Kristoff probably had to get used to being in the palace, and learnt a bit about official royal business and what not. However, after the end of Frozen 2, when he gets married to Anna and she’s crowned queen, that’s still going to be a big change for him. He’ll most likely be unwillingly thrust into the spotlight a bit more, and have to dress formally for royal business, and sit through awkward social obligations when he’s a natural loner who would honestly rather be hanging around outdoors.
I wonder who else has had to deal with that?
Anyway the point of this post is that Kristoff and Elsa will totally bond over hating the expectations and unwanted attention that comes with royal life and Anna being the only thing that makes it better.
#and also ice#they nerd out over ice#frozen 2 spoilers#kristoff bjorgman#kristoff frozen#elsa frozen#queen elsa#frozen 2#frozen#my perfect snow queen#my valiant pungent reindeer king#ice is my life#<- that's my brand new kristoff & elsa brotp tag
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Elsa
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Favorite thing about them: She’s relatable. When I saw Frozen for the first time in theaters, I was struggling with my own inner demons, and I connected with Elsa so deeply. I don’t love Elsa for her powers, but because of just how human she is. The challenges she faced throughout her life resonate with me and my own life. She reminds me of myself. She’s somebody who’s gone through so much and has faced many hardships throughout her life, and has struggled and overcome them.
Least favorite thing about them: Elsa’s contributions and acts of heroism are given somewhat less significance and recognition than Anna’s.
Favorite Line: “That is not what magic does. That's just your fear. Fear is what can’t be trusted.”
brOTP: Anna (if she counts), Kristoff, Honeymaren and Ryder.
OTP: None.
nOTP: Elsanna and Elsamaren.
Random headcanon: None.
Unpopular Opinion: Elsa isn’t a bad sister to Anna and was right to leave her behind when she decided to go to Ahtohallan. Yes, people criticize Elsa for locking Anna out for all those years, but she wasn’t doing it out of malice or spite. She was doing it out of fear that she would hurt Anna. She wanted to protect her. Elsa was a traumatized eight year old when the accident occurred and her parents, the adults, instead had her lock herself in her room and caused her to fear her powers and herself as a monster. How did you expect a child to handle things with her parents given their poor guidance?
Yet, despite their separation, Elsa still loved Anna with all of her heart. The first movie focused on Anna and her feelings regarding the separation, but don’t you think that the separation was just as hard and painful for Elsa as it was for Anna? Don’t you think that it hurt Elsa just as much, hearing Anna knocking at the door and asking her to build a snowman and spend time with her, and having to refuse her each time, believing it was necessary for her sister’s safety? Elsa suffered too. Just as much as Anna. Elsa yearned to reconnect and rekindle their bond just as much as Anna did. No matter the years that Elsa and Anna remained separated, the love that they had held for each other since childhood remained strongly in both of their hearts. Always.
Elsa leaving Anna behind to go to Ahtohallan wasn’t being a bad sister either. I understand why it looked bad to people, but going to Ahtohallan was a very personal task for Elsa. She went there not just to solve the mysteries of the past, but to find answers about herself. Answers that she had been windering about her entire life. And it was something only she could do. She’s the one with ice powers. She couldn’t have protected Anna while attpting to tame the Nokk and cross the Dark Sea. It would have been impossible. Anna and Olaf would have frozen at Ahtohallan anyways. I understand that bringing them into a hug and then sending them of bothered people, but by then, Anna refused to let Elsa go by herself. This is why Elsa had no choice but to send her away forcefully.
Song I associate with them: None.
Favorite picture of them:
I couldn’t decide on a specific picture, I just love Elsa in her Fifth Spirit dress.
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Frozen ships: 1, 7, 11, 36
1. First ship you remember: Probably Kristanna or Elsanna.
7. Most innocent ship: I honestly don't think there is one? Maybe Frohana since it typically involves Kristoff and Anna as a couple, but that's a stretch.
11. Ship that you would have never wanted in canon, but like the fanworks: Elsarik. Weird, I know, but I like Elsa being canonicanically single.
36. Characters you can't decide if you prefer as ship or brotp: I don't really have one in Frozen.
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Frozen Fanfiction: Søsken
An accident in the North Mountain forces Elsa to spend several weeks in her brother’s apartment under Anna's care. During that time, Anna realises there is more to Elsa than meets the eye. The truth about Elsa’s past comes to light after an unexpected family reunion, and both girls’ lives begin to fall apart when they realise Elsa wasn’t the only one with a big secret and a turbulent past.
Modern AU. Kristanna - Frohana - Kristoff & Elsa BrOTP.
Links:
Fanfiction.net - HERE
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Chapters 1 to 10 - Here
Chapters 11 to 20 - Here
Chapters 21 to 30 - Here
Chapters 31 to 40 - Here
Chapter 41 - Here
Chapter 42 - Here
Chapter 43 - Here-
Going backwards
In the early morning, Gerda woke up with a start at the sound of a door closing. Her tiredness and the darkness in the room prevented her from understanding where she was and what had happened. She had fallen asleep on a chair, that much was clear, but she couldn't remember why. Extending her arms on top of her head, she tried to get rid of the stiffness on her back. Looking around the room, realised she was in Elsa's bedroom and the memories from the previous day returned.
The noise of someone retching not far from the room surprised her, and that's when she noticed Elsa's bed was empty. With concern, she walked to the bathroom and wasn't surprised to find the door closed. The noise had stopped, but the dim light coming from under the door told her whoever had made the noise was still inside. She could hear Kai snoring softly in their bedroom, confirming her suspicions that Elsa was the one inside and she was reacting badly to the drugs given to her the previous day.
Drawing in a deep breath, she wondered what was best to do. Her instincts told her to knock and offer her daughter some help if she needed it. But deep down she knew how much Elsa loathed the sickness and lightheadedness the sleep drugs caused her. She'd surely become the target for Elsa's frustration. Usually, Gerda didn't mind. Her daughter's anger didn't last long and could easily be ignored. But this time, she was feeling rather guilty. Seeing Marshall confront Nielsen about the drugs made her realise that perhaps they had both overreacted. She had fallen asleep thinking about it, and now that she knew Elsa was yet again suffering from the side effects of the drugs, she couldn't help but regret letting Nielsen do it.
Staying next to the door, she waited for Elsa to come out. But the longer she took, the more worried Gerda became. There was no sound coming from the bathroom and with each passing second, the idea of Elsa being passed out on the cold floor became more real and alarming. Making up her mind, she knocked the door softly twice and waited for a sound.
When nothing happened, she tried again, this time calling her daughter's name. "Elsa? Can I come in?" Silence was the only answer she got, and it was more than a good enough reason for Gerda to open the door. "Dear?" she called again, making sure she gave Elsa enough time to stop her if she didn't want her inside the bathroom. "Are you okay? I heard a noise and—"
Heartache and guilt overwhelmed her when she opened the door and found Elsa sitting against the wall on the cold tile floor. Her legs were drawn up to her chest and her forehead rested on her forearm. Her controlled breathing told her Elsa was awake, and she was fighting a wave of sickness.
Gerda took a few steps closer and kneeled down. "Have you been awake for a long time?"
Elsa merely shook her head, but didn't utter a word.
"How are you feeling?" Gerda asked, even though she knew the answer perfectly well already.
Once again, Elsa only shook her head. Hoping keeping quiet would prevent her from vomiting.
"Dizzy?"
She nodded this time but still didn't dare raise her head.
"Are you in pain?" Her questions were useless, and Gerda knew it. But even if she had seen this scene many times before, it didn't mean it got any easier and she couldn't stop herself.
Finally daring to move her head, Elsa found her mother's gaze and shook her head. She then let her head rest on the wall and closed her eyes with a tired sigh.
Getting closer, Gerda held Elsa's good arm and pulled gently. "Let me help you get to bed."
"It's okay," she mumbled with her eyes still closed.
"You shouldn't stay on the floor, dear."
Elsa opened her eyes just enough to look at her. "I said it's okay."
Despite how sick she looked, Gerda noticed something akin to anger behind Elsa's narrowed eyes. And she couldn't blame her. Elsa had spent most part of the day before with a raging fever, and now she had to deal with the nausea on top of it. It made Gerda feel more and more guilt-ridden, knowing she was partly to blame for her current state.
Thinking it was best to set her priorities straight, Gerda stopped feeling bad about the things she allowed to happen the day before and focused on Elsa. Her forehead was damp and she was still hugging her legs close to her body. Clearly her temperature was rising once again, making her feel even worse than she was at that moment. Gerda moved the bangs away from Elsa's eyes and rested the palm on her forehead for a few seconds. She breathed out in relief, noticing her fever wasn't worryingly high yet. "Your temperature is rising again. We'll need to keep an eye on that."
Gerda stood up and opened the mirror cabinet, wanting to make sure she had all the medicines Elsa might need during her recovery. She checked the jars and blister-packs, and felt relieved to know the only thing missing were the antibiotics Nielsen had prescribed. She felt stupid for not buying them the night before, but with Kai and Marshall's argument, she had forgotten about them. She checked her watch and made a mental note to wake Kai up as soon as Elsa was in bed again. It was still early, but she was certain he could find a night-shift chemist somewhere.
She was still taking a few things from the cabinet when a noise at her back surprised her. When she turned, she found her daughter with her head in the toilet bowl. She hurried to her side and held her hair back. Even though Elsa's stomach seemed to be already empty, her body retched with a new wave of sickness. It took Elsa's stomach some time to settle, since every time it seemed to be coming to an end, new dry-heaves started, leaving her breathless.
"Why did you let him do it?" Elsa asked when it finally stopped and she could speak again. Even if she was still leaning on the toilet and her legs were shaking, her voice carried a strength Gerda hadn't been expecting.
"Dear, what—?" she tried to ask, but Elsa interrupted her.
"I was trying." Her good hand gripped the rim until her fingers turned white. "He had no right to–" Seeing no reason in trying to explain everything she was feeling, she simply let go of the bowl and sat on the floor once again with an exhausted sigh.
Feeling full of regret, Gerda ended up kneeling in front of her as she tried to explain their reasoning. "Your temperature was coming down and your powers were out of control. Nielsen only wanted to—"
Elsa's narrowed eyes told Gerda she wanted nothing to do with their justifications. She was tired, running a fever and fighting the sickness and dizziness of the drugs. It was more than obvious nothing she could tell her at that moment would make her feel any better. Not knowing what else to do or say, she held her good arm once again and tried to help her stand up. "Here. Let me help you get to bed."
"Just give me a moment."
"Your body is fighting an infection, sweetheart. Your temperature is rising. The bed is where you need to be right now."
"Gerda, please," Elsa demanded as she moved her arm away. "Just give me a moment."
At the mention of her name, Gerda understood it was best not to keep insisting. She stood up from the floor and quietly walked out of the bathroom, hoping it wouldn't take long for Elsa to start feeling better. At least good enough to go back to bed and rest.
Wanting to do something right for her daughter, she went to her own room and woke Kai up. She apologised for interrupting his sleep. But the truth was she didn't want to leave Elsa on her own while she tried to find a chemist.
"How is she?" He asked with a hoarse voice.
"Not so good." She sat at the edge of the bed, wringing her hands a few times. "The drugs took a toll on her this time."
"Why's that?" Sitting in the bed, he was now fully alert.
"I don't know," she said honestly. She had seen Elsa react badly to tranquilisers before. It wasn't strange as it was, but there was something she couldn't pinpoint that didn't seem right. She chose to ignore it for the time being. There was little she could do when she wasn't allowed close to Elsa at all. "I'll try to keep an eye on that."
She then made sure to tell him exactly what Elsa needed and handed him the prescription. Nielsen's handwriting wasn't terribly bad, but it was best to make sure there were no mistakes.
Kai nodded and read the piece of paper a few times, making sure he wasn't missing anything important. After a moment, Kai realised his wife was still sitting on the edge of the bed, unmoving. "What happened?"
"Hmm?"
"What happened?" he repeated, caressing her arm. "Whenever Elsa's like this you don't leave her side."
"Let's just say Nielsen and I aren't her favourite people right now," she tried to laugh at it, but the guilt of breaking Elsa's trust was still lingering in her mind.
Kai understood what she was trying to say, and didn't comment on it. He simply caressed her arm once again before he started getting ready for the day. "I'll go get the medicine. Rest for a while, I'll make sure to check on her before I leave and when I return."
"What if—"
"I'll help her with whatever she needs. And she won't go anywhere other than her room, Gerda." Kai reassured her. "Try to sleep."
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The room changed colours as she tried to move in bed. The pain was familiar, though it felt so distant it didn't seem to be her own. It took a while for her to understand the agitated breathing she kept hearing was her own, and when she did, she tried to concentrate on it. She couldn't breathe, but somehow she was still breathing. It was distressing, but there wasn't much she could do to stop it other than keep trying to control it. The room changed colours once again as she tried to move again with no success. She remembered the way she felt. She couldn't remember when, but she was certain she had lived through this before. The pain. The discomfort. How clammy her skin felt and how cold she felt in spite of how hot her skin was. It wasn't normal, yet it was disturbingly familiar.
She tried to move a third time and, at that moment, she felt a tight grip on her arm and a heavy weight on her legs. Someone was trying to keep her in bed, but she couldn't see who it was. She'd lived through this. The memories weren't there but her body knew something was not right. It had been a long time ago — or maybe it hadn't. Her brain was foggy and her head too hot to think straight. She could feel her body, her powers, begging her to do something; but no matter how much she moved, she couldn't turn nor get out of bed.
The grip holding her shook her arm and that's when the fog dissipated just enough for her to understand why she couldn't move. It was a dream. A bad, awful, feverish dream. One that reminded her too much of the past. A past she had forgotten but that was slowly crawling back to torture her.
"Wake up," a voice said, too close to her for comfort. She couldn't tell if they were talking to her or not. She had to focus and fight the drowsiness if she wanted to move and answer to whoever was talking to her, but it seemed so difficult to do so at that moment.
After being shaken a second time, her body finally cooperated. Her eyes opened and she was able to look around, trying to make sense of where she was.
"You need to take your antibiotics, dear." The person said again, and that's when she recognised Gerda's voice. Sighing in relief, she allowed her muscles to relax. She closed her eyes again and enjoyed the peacefulness of being home.
The dream had shaken her to the core, and her mind was having a hard time making sense of everything she had felt. She could feel herself still shaking, though she wasn't sure if it was the cold shivers caused by her fever or the bad memories returning.
"How are you feeling?" Gerda asked, as she lay a comforting hand on her forehead. It felt good not exactly knowing what she was doing there. She could simply enjoy this short moment of blissful ignorance.
Elsa thought about answering her mother's question, but thought it was simpler to just ignore it for the time being. Her heart was still hammering in her chest and, if she took long enough to calm down, maybe then she wouldn't need to explain why she was so agitated. After a minute, when her heart had calmed down the memories returned and felt good enough for her to talk again.
"How long have I been out?" Elsa remembered sitting on the bathroom floor and going back to bed once the nausea had allowed her to stand up and walk, but she had no idea if that had been an hour ago or two days before.
"Only a couple of hours." Gerda said with a sigh.
She could hear the trembling in her mother's voice and wondered how long she had been by her side, and how worried she actually was. Feeling bad for putting Gerda through that, Elsa forced her eyes to open and found her gaze. "I'm fine," she finally said, unsure if she was trying to convince her mother or herself.
"I'm sorry I woke you up. I just wanted to make sure you took these pills," she said, shaking a small cup in front of her.
The mere thought of swallowing some pills made Elsa grimace. The fever and drugs had been making her feel extremely dizzy since the early morning, and she wasn't sure she could keep anything in. Hoping to avoid it, she tried to convince Gerda they weren't necessary. "It's just a fever."
Shaking her head, Gerda pushed the small cup closer, not buying what she was telling her. "No, it's not. It's a serious infection. You need to take them."
Elsa sat in bed as best as she could, only then noticing the heavy weight she had felt on her legs had been Olaf all along. The cat had been peacefully sleeping up until that moment, and she offered him an apologetic look. She reluctantly took the cup in her hands and looked inside. She noticed there were two pills and she sighed in disgust. Only one was enough to make her stomach turn and she couldn't stop pulling a face. "Mmh."
"I'm not going to change my mind about it." Turning around, Gerda poured some water in a glass and left it on her nightstand. She then proceeded to pick up her first-aid kit and she gently held Elsa's injured hand in hers. "Please, let me see your hand. I need to change your bandages."
Elsa allowed her to work on her bandages while she silently debated what to do. She was certain the pills wouldn't last long in her stomach, but there wasn't much she could do to convince Gerda. So, in the meanwhile, she just stared at the pills and hoped her stomach would settle for just a moment before swallowing them.
For a few minutes, the only sound in the room was Gerda's work, and Elsa wondered if she was doing it on purpose or not. Elsa wasn't sure if her mother was not talking in hopes she could pretend her daughter hadn't done something as stupid as letting her hand get infected, or she was simply waiting to be finished before she gave her a scolding of a lifetime. She watched her mother work for a few more minutes before she chose to break the ice somehow and asked her about her wound.
The old woman took her time to explain more about the infection and why they had been so worried the day before. She admitted still being worried and requested her to please tell her as soon as something felt amiss. Elsa nodded her head with a faint yes, not knowing what else to say.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Gerda finally asked, addressing the topic Elsa knew was coming. "It must have been hurting a lot."
"I didn't think it'd turn out this bad," Elsa admitted. If she had known, she wouldn't have let the infection get to the point where she ended up feeling so sick. "The pain was nothing I haven't gone through before." Drawing a shoulder, she didn't give the pain much importance, but as soon as she saw Gerda frown, Elsa realised she had said too much.
She sometimes forgot how little she had shared about her past with her family, and in times like this she felt stupid for not having revealed more. No matter how much the past hurt, it was probably easier to talk about it when she wasn't feeling as if a bus had run over her.
"There's some water on the nightstand," Gerda said, trying to ignore Elsa's comment and reminding her of the pills still waiting for her in the cup. She continued wrapping the new bandage over the wound, pretending her words hadn't affected her to some extent.
Once Gerda was satisfied with her work, she put her things away carefully and said, "I wish you'd have told me. Your hand looks awful and it's extremely dangerous to—"
"I know…" There was no point in listening to her mother's reproach. She knew she had fucked up yet again. "I'm sorry I didn't."
"I'm not scolding you," Gerda said, her eyes softer than a moment before. "I just want to know why you thought it was better to lie about it."
"I didn't want to be a burden."
"You're not a burden."
"Please, Gerda." Elsa said with a dry laugh. "All I've ever done is give you trouble. I still wonder why you put up with me."
"You're not a burden," Repeated Gerda, her serious expression leaving no place for arguments. "You've never been one."
Elsa looked at her and felt some tears welling up in her eyes. She hated how emotional she was feeling lately and made an effort to keep herself under control. It was a good thing she could pretend her eyes were glassy as a result of the fever.
"Raising you was challenging at times. I'm not going to lie about it." Gerda continued, understanding Elsa was not going to agree with her. "But I'd choose you over and over again. I thought that was clear already. You should've told me your hand was hurting. And you should've told me about the accident."
"I'm sorry I lied," Elsa said, feeling once again like the idiot Marshall had clearly stated she was.
Gerda smiled and brushed some wet bangs from her face. "I understand why you wouldn't tell Kai about it. Your father can be a handful at times." They both chuckled at Gerda's appropriate choice of words. "But why not tell me?"
Knowing there was no point in trying to deny or postpone the conversation any longer, she admitted, "I didn't want to let you down."
The pity smile her mother gave her only made her feel worse about the whole situation and she made an effort to blink a couple of tears away.
"We all make mistakes, dear."
"Not this kind of mistake. I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologise. At least not to us."
Elsa remained silent, knowing the apologies were meant to Marshall exclusively. If she hadn't talked to him before, her mother's words would surely have done a lot more damage than intended.
"I know you're probably tired," Gerda said, still concerned about her well-being, "but I'd like to talk about this once you're feeling better. Your father and I have been worried and we just want to clear things up."
Elsa nodded, knowing it was for the best. She had been able to talk to Marshmallow, after all. Clearing things up with her parents wouldn't be as difficult, regardless of how ashamed she felt. "Can I sleep for a couple more hours first?"
"Of course," Gerda agreed, not wanting to deny her daughter the much needed rest. "But I won't let you until you take those pills. One of them will lower your fever."
Knowing she had no choice, Elsa closed her eyes and swallowed them, hoping her mother was right about them being for the best.
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By the time Elsa woke up again, she was feeling only slightly better. She still felt nauseous and her head and body were still hurting, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else, but at least her temperature had temporarily gone down and she could feel her powers moving restlessly under her skin once again. It was strange how something she usually despised as much as her powers could transform into a comforting presence when she was feeling sick.
Once the soothing feeling wore off and she realised she'd need them under control to have a peaceful conversation with Kai and Gerda, she made sure to appease them. She couldn't let them manifest or bother her in any way. She wanted to keep her promise and finally talk things through with her parents, and the first right step was being the one who went out looking for them.
She made an effort and got up from bed, walking slowly out of her room. Once she was in the hallway, she realised how incredibly exhausted she was still feeling. She didn't feel steady enough to walk a long distance, so she made her way into the kitchen first. If she didn't find her parents there, at least she'd find a chair to sit on and some water to drink.
To her good luck, as soon as she entered, Gerda met her with a big smile and a helping hand that she gladly accepted. "Dear, what are you doing up? You should've called me." She noticed her unsteadiness to some extent and was quick to offer her a chair. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Yes," Elsa said, nodding her head as she tried to hide her shortness of breath. She wasn't supposed to be feeling so tired from walking such a short distance but for some reason her body wasn't cooperating.
"Are you sure you're alright?" The voice of her father startled her and she turned to find him sitting on the opposite chair. She blinked a few times, unsure why she hadn't noticed him before.
"Yes. I'm okay," she lied. Her breathing was returning to normal and her head had stopped spinning, so she thought there was no reason to worry them. "I wanted to talk to you two. I owe you an apology and an explanation."
"There's no need to talk right at this moment, dear," Gerda said with a gentle smile. She walked to the fridge, searching inside for something to offer. "What would you like to eat?"
"It's okay. I'm not hungry." She hoped her mother wouldn't think too much of it and would let this one time slip.
The sooner they could talk about the accident and everything that had happened, the sooner she could go back to bed and rest. Deep down she knew she had been neglecting herself; but no matter what, the idea of eating only made her sicker.
"You're taking strong medicines, you need to—"
"Let the girl breathe for a moment before you stuff food into her mouth. She has just woken up," Kai said, stopping Gerda from nagging her.
Elsa looked at her father with a thankful smile and felt grateful he wasn't extremely mad at her for having avoided him and leaving the house for almost two days without a word.
"I'd like to talk as well, Elsa." Kai said, understanding her silent gratitude. "Why don't you tell us everything that has been going on?"
Elsa felt awkward by suddenly becoming the centre of attention, but with a nod of her head and a trembling sigh, she began retelling everything that had happened to her since Saturday evening. The conversation extended for over half an hour, with Kai and Gerda stopping her from time to time to ask questions or better understand her decisions. She made an effort to share with them as much information as possible, but there were certain things she chose to avoid. Why she had chosen to lie to them, her insecurities about truly belonging to their family, or how she had felt her world crumbling at the mere thought of losing Marshall were the main topics she avoided. She had confided those fears to Anna on the beach, and she felt it was best to keep them between them for the time being. Another important thing she failed to mention was her encounter with Idunn on the street, and she struggled finding a reasonable explanation to what she had done that morning; but at the end, her story added up and it was all that mattered at that moment.
When she finished, Elsa noticed both her parents were still in a pensive mood, and she did nothing but wait for them to say what was in their mind.
"Did Hålkesen hurt you in any way?" The first to talk was Kai, his question getting Elsa by surprise.
"No." She said seriously, not fully understanding where he was coming from. She had been expecting a reprimand or something of the sort for having lost control. "I mean, you could say he hurt my hand with the window pane, but that's on me really. He only tried to help me as best as he could after it happened."
"Then why is there blood everywhere?"
"Blood?" She tried to remember when she had mentioned any blood for it to become her father's main concern.
"At your place," Kai clarified. "Anders and I were worried something serious had happened between you two."
"Anders?"
"We both were at your house. The day we picked Olaf up?" he asked, hoping he was being clear enough.
Elsa thought about the things she had done that night. She remembered the way her hand had kept bleeding and it gave her a logical idea where all the blood had come from. "It must be all mine. The wound kept reopening during the night and the following morning."
Gerda's face paled and she narrowed her eyes at Elsa. "You let your wound open and exposed for over twelve hours?" She didn't give her daughter time to answer before she exclaimed, "And then you let me suture your wound without telling me. What were you thinking?!"
Feeling incredibly stupid all of a sudden, Elsa looked at her injured hand and wondered how many different ways a single person could find to fuck things up. She thought the only right thing she had done was asking for Gerda's help; and even though it had seemed like a good idea, she had somehow messed that up too. "I wasn't," she admitted. "I was letting the fear control me."
"So, you are afraid of Hålkesen. Is that why you were avoiding him?" Kai asked, ignoring the conversation about her wound.
He was once again focusing on Marshall and it seemed entirely arbitrary to Elsa. "What? No." She wasn't sure if either Kai was making little to no sense or her general discomfort and headache were making things harder for her to follow. "I'm not afraid of Marshmallow."
"Then why did you run away?"
Kai was completely serious, giving Elsa the idea she was actually following the conversation as intended. But she still failed to see her father's reasoning on putting the blame on Marshall when she was the one who had hurt him.
"The idea of Marshall finding out about my powers paralysed me and I couldn't think straight. The first thing that came to mind was running away." The more she talked about it, the more she realised she could've avoided all the pain and heartache if only she had trusted Marshall from the very beginning. "It was stupid but, I guess, I just wanted to delay the inevitable."
"Inevitable?" Kai asked, unsure of what she meant.
"Marshall leaving," she confessed, not daring to meet his or Gerda's eyes. "Too afraid of who I am to even give me a second chance."
"He seemed really understanding of your powers yesterday." Gerda interrupted, drawing the attention away from Kai's main concern, and Elsa couldn't hide the smile that drew on her face at her mother's observation.
"He didn't give up on me." After showing him her powers, Elsa had started seeing her argument with Marshall in a different light. His over understanding and fascination with her powers had meant more to Elsa than she could put into words. "Turns out he wasn't afraid of my powers like I thought. He even asked me to show him what I could do."
Wishing to lighten the mood in the house, Gerda playfully said, "No wonder you like him so much."
This made Elsa's face turn a deeper shade of red, and nothing had to do with her fever. She had learnt to take in and accept Anna's mockery, But one thing was for Anna to make jokes about it, another completely different was for Gerda to put her in the spotlight like that.
"And did you?" Kai asked, not at all preoccupied with his wife's teasing. If he was honest, he didn't like the idea of Elsa choosing to spend her time with someone like Hålkesen. Not even as a joke. She had endured too much to walk into more trouble so young.
"Yes," she said, still avoiding their inquisitive looks. "He was mesmerised by the snow. It was terrifying… but it felt right. I don't know how to explain it."
Whenever Elsa or Gerda talked about the mountaineer, Kai felt alien to the situation and he couldn't help feeling between a rock and a hard place. They painted a picture that didn't resemble the man he had met — or read about in the police report —, and it made him worry even more about the possibility of him changing his demeanour as he saw fit. But, at the same time, he couldn't ignore Elsa's feelings altogether either. His daughter rarely allowed herself the pleasure of living a normal life, and no matter how much he disliked the idea, Marshall was the closest thing she had experienced to a normal relationship. Even her relationship with Anna, as her sister-in-law, had been tarnished to some extent by her biological parents. Both girls had overcome their hardships, but their friendship couldn't be considered normal anymore. "You trust him?" he asked, hoping Elsa would answer with conviction, making things easier for him. He needed a real reason to start believing Hålkesen was not mean-spirited.
"He's my friend."
"That wasn't the question."
"Kai," Gerda warned, knowing there was something her husband was keeping to himself. His conversation with their daughter was steadily becoming an interrogation and it was the last thing Elsa needed.
"Yes, I trust him," Elsa said, her tone of voice showing her father she truly meant it.
The family fell silent for a while, and Elsa welcomed the much needed rest. The sudden silence was a gift she wished could stretch for as long as possible, but she knew it was a matter of time until one of her parents spoke again. No matter how glad she was about finally talking things with them, she was still feeling drained. Her headache was becoming steadily more unbearable and being in a seated position didn't seem to help. And as expected, Kai was the one who spoke first.
"You understand this can't keep happening, Elsa, don't you?"
She tried to make sense of what he was exactly talking about, but didn't get a chance to ask that he spoke again.
"You exposed your powers twice in the last six months."
"She was under a stressful situation," Gerda said, trying to justify her mistakes. Part of Elsa was glad her mother still had her back, but she couldn't help agreeing with Kai. She couldn't keep messing up.
"She still needs to find a way to keep her powers in check. Running away won't solve her problems next time." Kai turned to look at his wife, not giving Elsa the time to explain or say anything in her defence — not like there was anything worth saying. "The wrong people finding out about her powers could be dangerous.
Crossing her arms and glaring at her husband, Gerda said, "I wish I could rip your head off sometimes."
"People may react violently or– or tell other people."
"I know," Elsa murmured, massaging her forehead, hoping they didn't start arguing about something she already knew.
"She was only lucky this time." Kai kept talking, ignoring her. "It's a good thing it was in front of someone she already knew and who somehow turned out to be understanding."
"I know." Elsa repeated. With her eyes closed, she couldn't see her parents but something told her they hadn't even turned to look at her when she spoke.
"What would have happened if—?"
"You can't keep thinking about what ifs. Why don't you—?" Gerda interrupted Kai, but she couldn't finish her idea since Elsa stopped her as well.
"I know," she said louder, forcing Kai and Gerda to finally pay attention to what she was trying to say. "Keeping them in check is the only thing I think about sometimes. I know it shouldn't be this hard. But it is, all right?" She was now looking at Kia straight in the eye and tried to ignore the pulsing pain behind her eyes.
"We understand, Elsa," Gerda said, trying to offer her daughter some comfort.
Gerda's pity eyes as she spoke made something snap inside of Elsa. She turned to her mother and said, "No, you don't. You have no idea what it feels like. And you have no idea how hard I've been trying." Deep down she knew it wasn't their fault either, but she was tired of pretending her family could understand her hardships. "Nielsen has no idea how hard I've been trying. I don't think Kristoff fully understands that either."
She took advantage of their silence and, turning to her father once again, she continued, "I wish I could just choose not to use my powers, but I can't. I'm sorry I wanted to find a way to fix my shit on my own for once. I didn't want to let you down, but it seems as if it's the only thing I do. So, yes, Kai, I fucking understand this can't keep happening, but I can't seem to be able to do anything about it. I'm sorry."
Finally realising the pain behind her words, Kai extended his arm and held Elsa's hand in his. "You don't let me down. I only want to make sure you're safe. I just want to protect you from the wrong people. Who knows what Hålkesen would have done in a different situation."
The sweet gesture and comfort was short-lived when she heard him blaming Marshall for things he hadn't even done. Pulling her hand away from his, she said with narrowed eyes. "Marshall finding out is the only good thing that came out of this. He's not the wrong people."
Knowing nothing good would come from the argument that was about to erupt, Gerda stood up. "Okay. All right. Let's not argue about this." She walked until she was standing behind Elsa and hugged her. "Your father is just being overprotective. He was worried about you these last few days. We both were. We are just glad you're okay and things have finally been cleared up."
Closing her eyes, Elsa allowed herself to enjoy the much needed comfort Gerda was offering and rested the back of her head on her shoulder. "I'm sorry I lied. I'm sorry I couldn't keep my powers under control."
"I already told you, you don't need to apologise to us." Gerda tightened her hold. "Even if it doesn't look like it, we do understand, dear. Or at least we try."
At that moment, Kai understood Gerda's effort to divert the attention and stop their argument before it turned into something more serious. Seeing Elsa resting her head on her mother's shoulder told more to him than Elsa had said since she woke up. It only took one glance to know she was trying her best to keep talking and not going back to bed. It was best if he left his worries for another time, at least he was certain Hålkesen was not going to talk, his daughter was on good terms with him already, and she was home with them again. "I'm glad you're okay, Elsa. And I'm glad we could talk. Your mother is right, I just worry too much about you and Kristoff sometimes. I'll let you rest now that things are clear."
Elsa opened her eyes and nodded. The relief in her eyes didn't go unnoticed by her parents.
"Let me know if you need anything," Kai said and then excused himself, leaving both women in the kitchen on their own.
"Maybe you could try to eat something, dear."
Gerda's suggestion seemed logical, but still the idea of eating didn't seem appealing. "Just tea," Elsa said, hoping it would be good enough to please her mother. "I'm not really hungry."
The older woman thought about it for a moment and then let go of Elsa. She began heating some water without complaining. "How are you feeling?" she asked, as she looked for the tea bags.
"Not back to normal yet." Elsa knew she wasn't going to fool her mother with that, but she saw no reason in worrying her. "But I can feel my powers tickling under my skin once again, so that's good."
Gerda's silence told Elsa her mother was not fully trusting her word, and she couldn't blame her. After a couple of minutes in silence, Elsa dared speak again about something that was still lingering in her mind, "Marshall is not a bad person." It wasn't a question, yet it lacked the assertiveness she would have liked.
"I don't think so, no. He's a sweet man." Gerda answered with a smile, still working on the counter. "Your father was just worried, ignore him when he's like that."
"I didn't get a chance to thank him yesterday."
"I did it on your behalf."
It took Gerda a few more minutes to complete her task, and when she did, she placed a tray with some tea and brunost on the table. She then sat on the opposite chair and said, "He stayed for a while after Nielsen left."
The food in front of Elsa looked good enough, even if the smell of the toast made her stomach turn once again. Forcing her body to obey, she decided it was best to try and eat something, no matter how hard it was. Deep down she knew she wouldn't last long if she kept denying her body something to eat. Adding some sugar to her tea, she asked, "He stayed?"
Gerda smiled and nodded. "He was worried about you. That reminds me, he made me promise you'd call him as soon as you felt better. Please do."
Elsa nodded and took a short sip from the cup and sighed. The warm drink felt good, even if her stomach wasn't entirely happy with her idea. Hoping the nausea would let her finish it, she took another sip.
"I don't know what's really going on between you two," Gerda said as she watched her attentively. "But I'm glad you could talk about your powers with him."
Leaving the cup on the tray, Elsa breathed out. "I still feel guilty about the accident though. I burnt his arm."
"I'm sure he has forgiven you already," her mother reassured her. "Besides, he hurt your hand first. You two are even."
"He didn't do it on purpose."
"You neither."
Elsa stayed silent, thinking about Gerda's reasoning. Not once had she put the blame on Marshall and, perhaps, Marshall had never put the blame on her as well.
"Drink your tea and try to eat, please. At least one toast." She stood up and gave her daughter a short kiss on her forehead. "Let me know if you need anything," she said as she was walking out of the kitchen.
"Could you—" Elsa tried to ask, but stopped unsure of what to do.
"What?"
Thinking it was best to dare do it, she made up her mind and said, "... bring me the phone, perhaps?"
Gerda smiled at her and nodded. "I'll be back in a second."
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This chapter came out sooner than I thought, and I'm quite glad about it! I'm also happy how it turned out all things considered. Though I have to admit I cut a few scenes and moved others to the following chapter. My original idea was going to leave you guys on a huge cliffhanger and I couldn't do that to you, guys! So, I thought it was best to postpone the whole cliffhanger thing and write everything in the same chapter so that you wouldn't suffer a cliffhanger. For that reason, this only covers part of what I actually planned for the original chapter 44.
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Hiya, Poorni ❤️! For the ask game, Kristoff from Frozen? I don't give one of my top fave fictional characters enough love on my account, and I wish to remedy that.
I totally get that! So many shows and characters I adore, but I don't showcase it as much often haha.
otp: Anna
brotp: Sven, Olaf, Elsa, etc.
notp: anyone but Anna.
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anna frozen!!
Another anon asked: anna arendelle for the character ask
Seriously. Old Home Week.
Why I like them
How can you not? Spitfire wrapped in grief and sadness who chose to be kind rather than bitter. Her determination is a magic all on its own.
Why I don’t
The “conflict” between her and Kristoff in Frozen 2 was...children. Communication is important. You know this already. So I guess in the interests of cohesive characterization: sometimes a tendency to not apply lessons already learned.
Favorite episode (scene if movie)
Tie between the fight with the wolves or the sword scene in the first movie. The wolves fight was the thing that made me sit up in the theater and think “oh, I like you”.
Favorite season/movie
First movie.
Favorite line
Why do you do this to me? “I just thought she had a thing about dirt.” I get so much mileage out of that line.
Favorite outfit
Her traveling outfit in Frozen 2 just hits me in the tabletop RPG feels. It’s like a true adventuring party!
OTP
Sometimes canon is correct. So yeah, Anna/Kristoff.
Brotp
Snow Sisters, natch.
Head Canon
All my head canons end up somehow being canon or close enough. Even my crack AUs. (post-Frozen 2, I immediately looked at my ghost outline and went “how?”) So I guess I called Anna as the one who pulls Elsa out of a deathlike state.
Fine, Anna has always been the sibling with more social chops.
Unpopular opinion
Both sisters are excellent; neither one is better than the other.
A wish
That the series does go into diminishing quality sequel hell.
An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen
I’m actually pretty good here. Just don’t let this series go on forever into terrible direct-to-DVD or whatever it is now.
...okay, I never want to see a live-action remake.
5 words to best describe them
“Anna no.” “Anna yes.”
My nickname for them
I don’t think I have one. So I’ll continue to be terrible and say “Arc”.
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Hmm. Kinda wanna give you a Supergirl character but I feel like being unpredictable. So. Anna of Arendelle for the character ask
Nice NICE.
Why I like them: I very clearly have a Type and it is 'character who embodies the Doctor Who quote from “The Beast Below”: All that pain and misery and loneliness, and it just made [her] kind.' Darling girl.
Why I don’t: The only thing—THE ONLY THING—I do not like, character-wise, is the 'conflict' between her and Kristoff in Frozen II.
Favorite scene: “For the First time in Forever (Reprise)”
Favorite movie: I don't want this to become a rambling mess about my complicated feelings regarding the sequel so we'll go with Frozen.
Favorite line: “But the thing is, she wore the gloves all the time, so I just thought, maybe she has a thing about dirt!”
Favorite outfit: OOOOOOOH, tough call, tough call! (Because...look I just gotta say it: Anna's outfits are consistently better than Elsa's.) Hmmmm. Okay, I'm torn between her Coronation outfit and her traveling clothes from Frozen II...but I think I gotta give it to the Queen look. It's so classy, and the colors are excellent.
OTP: I've written fic for exactly two (2) ships, like, ever, and one of 'em is Kristanna so there ya go.
Brotp: Wouldn't call it a brOTP but our options are limited, so Snow Sisters.
Head Canon: Not a head canon but I just gotta say I find it utterly hilarious that the Domestic Assassin AU ended up being so accurate to their character arcs. (Anna as the Responsible Adult and Elsa as the disaster hermit cat fire lizard lady.)
Unpopular opinion: Not specific to Anna but Lord do I hate the never-ending fandom bickering about which sister is best, which sister is underrated, etc. etc. THEY'RE BOTH WONDERFUL IN THEIR OWN WAY.
A wish: The creators don't really seem interested in doing any more Frozen stuff and I don't blame 'em, but I really wish they'd gone the route of a show like Tangled: The Series because the ideas they wanted to explore in Frozen II really needed like. A season of episodes to fully develop them.
An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: This is tough because like. The movies are done? There's not really new content, outside of middle grade books and Olaf short films? And I'm very satisfied with the character arcs for both sisters, so. All good.
5 words to best describe them: “A bridge has two sides.”
My nickname for them: N/A
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For send me a character-Anna
Favorite thing about them: Her big heart and love for Elsa. Anna has such a big heart and is loving and accepting of everyone around her. This is especially shown in her interactions and relationships with Kristoff and Elsa. On the outside one could get a cold or aloof impression about Kristoff and Elsa, but Anna was able to see past that, to the good people they truly are. Both were misunderstood people who didn’t fit in with society, yet she accepted them, and everything about them. This pretty much applies to a lot of what I love about her relationship with Elsa, but beyond her acceptance of her sister, it’s clear that she’s looked up to Elsa ever since she was a child, and I‘m always sad whenever I think about all the years she and Elsa missed out on growing up together. Anna is always supportive of Elsa and saw the good in her when everybody else deemed her a monster. She never Gave up on her. She chose to save Elsa from Hans instead of saving herself. As I said, she loves Elsa and everything about her; powers and all. I…I feel like I should write more but I’m struggling to put it all into words. Anna’s love for Elsa is just so pure and unconditional. So wonderful.
Least favorite thing about them: Her overprotectiveness of Elsa. As much as I love her unconditional love for Elsa, I won’t deny that her overprotectiveness in Frozen 2……..aggravates me. There’s nothing wrong with her caring for Elsa and wanting her to be safe, but she was treat a fully grown woman, her older sister, like a child in Frozen 2. Elsa is an adult. She can handle herself. Anna’s not her parent, so she shouldn’t act like it. Not only is Elsa an adult, but she has magical ice powers! So if she wants to travel across the Dark Sea and go to Ahtohallan, she can do that! If Anna had gone, she would have gotten killed!
Favorite Line: “I love you” (To Elsa after she unthawed in Frozen).
brOTP: Elsa (if it counts).
OTP: Kristoff.
nOTP: Elsanna and Hansanna.
Random headcanon: I don’t have one (nor do I for many characters, so be prepared in advance).
Unpopular Opinion: I feel like Anna got more spotlight in Frozen 2 then Elsa by having her destroy the dam. I know what the writers were going for, and I definitely think that the two sisters should be at the core of every resolution to the Frozen franchise. However, Frozen 2 was supposed to be about Elsa’s journey and star her as the protagonist, just like how Anna was the protagonist of Frozen, and the movie was about her journey. Yet it felt like Elsa was pushed to the sidelines again. By having Anna destroy the dam and appease the spirits, it seemed as if they were making her the hero of the story more so than Elsa. Anna was only supposed to be the deuteragonist. While the deutagonist is an important character, that “hero moment“, the solution to the problem, is always supposed to come from the protagonist. It’s their story. I feel like the writers were trying to push the whole message of Anna being a strong and courageous heroine without needing powers, and while that couldn’t be more true, they already pushed that message home in the original Frozen movie. We get it. We don’t need to learn it a second time. Give Elsa a chance to prove her worth and strength. Just because Anna is strong despite being powerless shouldn’t and doesn’t take away from Elsa’s strength, capabilities, or make her less important.
Song I associate with them: None.
Favorite picture of them:
I love her queen dress❤️
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Elsa for the character pairing!
Otp: I don’t have one
Brotp: anna/Elsa
Ot3: kristoff/Anna/elsa (non romantically of course)
Notp: elsa/romance
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