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bigfrozenfan · 1 year

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FROZEN III

Actually, I wanted to leave Tumblr in a few days and haven't been active for months, with the exception of my big project, the fanfic blog. The Frozen fandom was unfortunately almost dying due to a lack of new Disney content and many moved on to new shores, such as Arcane or Encanto etc., which strengthened my decision. But now the third part of Frozen has officially been announced and I'm more or less back on Tumblr as long as my time allows.

Guys, the Frozen hype is back and I'm totally happy about it. I still remember the beginning when the first leaked image of Frozen II surfaced, a photo of a Russian Disney calendar. That was the beginning for me to get into international fandom and it was a really good decision. All the speculations and discussions about the possible plot of Frozen II was really exciting and I met a lot of people on Tumblr because of it.

As you all know, unfortunately the fandom split after the release of Frozen II because Disney completely screwed up the ending in the eyes of many. There have been pretty drastic new movements within the fandom, such as BEH and the likes. Many fans have blocked each other on social media platforms because of this and new hatred has arisen. The worry that Disney will now screw it up again is still pervasive today and some, including myself, now fear the worst for the third part. Why? Because Disney has so far always targeted the kids between 3 and 12 and completely ignored us older, adult fans (hence the hasty change in Frozen II, ordered by a person of a higher pay grade than Jen Lee, Chris Buck & Co). It is questionable what would have happened if the original plans had been realised, but such speculation is pointless. So what can we expect from the third part in a few years? And unfortunately we will have to wait that long! The same disaster? Quite possible! In any case, I have drastically lowered my expectations this time. I will definitely watch Frozen III, but possibly not as often as the previous films.

For this reason, my activity on this platform will certainly be somewhat different in the future and I won't be reblogging as many posts, mainly due to a lack of private time. But nevertheless I still have a lot of old posts in my drafts, which I will now post bit by bit.

Thanks to all of you who, despite my long absence, still follow me on my various blogs!

Well, since there are still a few years to go before Frozen III is released and the fears about a bad plot are quite justified, I would like to draw your attention to a new Frozen book. It's nothing official and definitely wouldn't be sanctioned by Disney, but it's already 342,000 words, so it's bigger than any of the previous official Frozen books, written for the adult fans (18+ in places!) and free too!

I'm talking about my big fanfiction project, written by a big Frozen fan for all the other Frozen fans. I'm writing on my novel since May 24, 2020 and started it again on my new blog on June 19, 2021, so i'm working on my Frozen III novel since nearly 4 years now. A few months more for part V and the ending and it will be exactly 4 years! And that's my plan, to finish my book before any news about the plot of Frozen III will be available.

I already have a lot of followers on my blog, so if you get bored waiting so long for the new movie, I recommend you give my epic FIII story a try. The title is "The Broken Bridge" and it includes nearly all known characters of the Frozen verse plus a bunch of my own OCs. I can promise you an exiting story full of twists and surprises plus an extended view of the Northuldra, based on the real Sámi people. I did a lot of research to keep my story as realistic as possible and included as much canon facts as possible too. But be warned, it also includes some erotic moments (Kristanna, Elsamaren), violence and brutality near the end of part VI, plus a real evil Villain. My heroes are not who or are as you expect and the Northuldra (plus other families) play a very big role in my book.

Here is the link to my fanfic blog: LINK Plus the link to my chapter overview: LINK2 Link to my character and location list: LINK3

The rest ist linked in each chapter. All chapters contain handselected music tracks to underline the mood of the scenes, many commissioned fanarts by HARU (xlayers) and own edits. Please feel free to leave likes, critics and comments to my now 69 chapters!

Please note, i wrote this story not only for myself, but for YOU and i poured all my energy into it. It's my masterpiece and waits for your approval. Please give me a chance as a new writer in the Frozen franchise from fan to fan. I got readers on Tumblr, reddit, Twitter, Discord and who knows where else, from countries all over the world and my slogan is “If Disney can’t do it right, i’ll do it! Including “Bring Elsa home”, if you want :-)

One of the comments of a reader on reddit, 4 months ago: “Greetings, I started reading an amazing story about Queen Anna and her sister Elsa some months ago. It's a long but terrific story. Tbh, This level of work and details in the narration is worth to be considered a sequel to Frozen2 “

Another one on Tumblr was: ”... Finally, my dream is about to come true. You know, we never saw a worth scene of combat in F2. I mean, the sisters together fighting the main villain in the story. Great work.”

and one more: "Arendelle was beautiful to behold at this time of year; she found, but no comparison to the extensive birch forests, the wide areas for reindeer husbandry and the winding rivers of the far north. Not to mention the silence, interrupted only by the sounds of nature. There was no place where she felt more at home than there." Beautiful. and another one; “@bigfrozenfan no, it wasn’t too much. A little bit of dark things makes the story serious in that areas when the canon only allow itself to hint. Like Agnarr said “The battle was brutal” and that’s all.“

one more: “Very intense - in all senses - agreeing with [...] I can vision of things coming closer though I am sure you still have more surprises at hand! I liked the descripiton of all parts in this chapter. Good job! And yes, Honey is a curageous woman and I love her feisty spirit! And of course, there is one thing left to compliment you for - the intimate kristanna night - that was a well deserved treat for them (and the reader ??) - thank you

I’m so thankful to get such comments and there are so many more i got on my chapters from my own fandom readers!

When the story, my book is finished this year i will post it on AO3 too, maybe also in my mother language, German. Idk yet, time will tell.

Enjoy!

#frozen #frozen2 #frozen3 #bigfrozenfan #statement #invite

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fuzziekins · 1 year

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Opening up. Living your truth. Falling in love. This is the story of Elsa and Honeymaren. co-written with and art created by Jessi-Skylark and inspired by her Elsamaren Love Comic 2. 3.

Restless spirits….

A quest for answers….

Ahtohollan….

Elsa’s breath hitched, a wave of euphoria sweeping through her body.

Ahtohollan!

The voice.

The fifth spirit.

She was the fifth spirit.

And Anna….

Queen Anna of Arendelle….

The other half of the bridge….

Elsa squinted, a bright light reflecting off the water.

Almost as a revelation.

She thought it could have been a wonderful dream….

But no; that was her reality.

So now what?

“You belong up here.”

The familiar words echoed through her head, sending an electric shock through her body.

Here... she repeated.

It gave her a feeling she never quite had in Arendelle.

Maybe it was the connection to her mother.

Maybe it was unlocking her full powers.

Maybe it was freedom.

Maybe it was....

“Oh…” Elsa realized, a blush coming to her cheeks, “what now?”

She had been so caught up in the celebration of everyone returning to Arendelle; and of Anna stepping into her new role as queen. She didn't give her new life in Northuldra a second thought.

Elsa looked up, watching Kristoff's wagon disappear below a distant hill.

The weight of all the changes hit her.

Everyone she loved was leaving.

And Anna….

Her rock….

Her foundation….

Her everything….

Where did that leave Elsa?

What was she doing?

A tight pain pulled at her chest.

Anna was going back to her old life.

And Elsa….

She….

I get to start my new one, she realized!

A lighter feeling began to replace the panic. What was this?

Relief...?

Excitement...?

Elsa took a deep breath, the crisp fall air tingling in her nose.

It was freedom.

Freedom to just be.

Except….

How inconsiderate of her to impose on these wonderful people like this.

They had just seen the mist lift. Trapped for over thirty years...some had never even heard of the sky...constant battles with the spirits and trapped soldiers.... They were free now, too. Perhaps she had no right to insert herself this way.

"I could live in Ahtohollan..." Elsa thought aloud. The environment was akin to her ice palace, after all.

"Absolutely not!" Honeymaren blurted.

Elsa blinked.

Had she been there the whole time?

Honeymaren's broad leathered shoulder brushed up against Elsa's.

There was a warmth she hadn't quite experienced before.

"What I mean is..." Honeymaren cleared her throat, "you can stay with me. If you'd like."

Her words caught Elsa by surprise.

It was more than a kind gesture, it....

It was new.

Most people shied away from Elsa. She was so accustomed to only being close to Anna. The thought of sharing that with anyone else....

Yet there was something inviting about her confidence.

The way she didn't give it a second thought.

She just....

Offered.

It was somehow both intimidating and wonderful.

Elsa cupped her hands in front of her, biting her tongue. "I wouldn't want to intrude."

"You wouldn't," Honeymaren promised. "It'd be my pleasure. And..."

Pause.

"You're my friend."

Friend.

Such a foreign concept to Elsa.

There had only ever been Anna. But there were still times when....

She had to keep her distance.

To protect her.

To have that with someone else....

Would that be safe?

Would she be safe?

Before Elsa could conjure a response, Yelena intervened. “Don’t be ridiculous. We have a spare hut.”

“Oh…. Of course,” Honeymaren commented.

She almost sounded….

Disappointed, somehow.

“Let me show you,” Yelena gestured in the direction. “But don’t let that salamander in. I don’t trust him yet.”

After all that transpired, why would she?

Elsa lifted her finger, gently rubbing the head of the blue reptile perched on her shoulder. Bruni yipped contently before climbing onto Elsa’s hand and allowing her to set him down. He toddled onto a nearby rock, licked his eye, and disappeared into the forest. Elsa, meanwhile, took her leave behind Yelena.

She couldn’t help but glance back at Honeymaren. “See you tomorrow…?”

She bit her tongue, a throb of anticipation in her chest.

Honeymaren waved back with a smile and then retreated to her hut.

Why did Elsa suddenly want to turn around…?

Elsa closed her eyes, allowing her body to relax.

She arched her back, breathing in deeply.

The sweet scent of nature.

The crisp air.

It almost took her back to when she created her ice palace.

To the first time she could finally breathe.

What a sensation.

“Good morning,” Honeymaren greeted.

Elsa took a sharp breath.

Honeymaren!

She sprung to her feet and straightened her posture, quickly turning to meet her.

“Good morning.”

Was that the best she could come up with? She could be more considerate than that.

‘Honeymaren! How are you this morning?’

Or even, ‘oh! Nice to see you again.’

Maybe not the latter. That was far too informal.

Was it supposed to be difficult to make friends? Was it possible for someone to make her feel simultaneously comfortable and awkward?

“Did you sleep well?”

“I…. I did. Thank you.”

“Good…. Great! Fantastic!”

Honeymaren averted her gaze, lightly kicking at the ground beneath. She looked almost as nervous as Elsa felt.

It was kind of charming.

She was charming.

“Anyway…” Honeymaren fiddled with the end of her braid, “I was just wondering if you wanted a tour. But you probably still need to settle in. And you said last night you wanted to visit Ahtohollan. I’m sure you’d rather–”

“Yes!”

Elsa felt her cheeks go red.

Was that too eager?

But why wouldn’t she be? She had only seen a small portion of the forest. And this was her chance to learn more about Northuldra. Her people. Her mother.

“What I mean to say is….”

She took a breath.

“I’d love to.”

Pause.

“To go with you…. I mean…. Learn more about you…r people…or mine…ours…. Northuldra, rather.”

Elsa cleared her throat, regaining her composure.

Get it together, Elsa.

She blinked, noticing Honeymaren offered her hand out and a warm smile further drawing her in. Elsa found her gaze shifting towards Honeymaren’s hand. It was so tempting to reach out. Would she feel as strong as it looked? Or perhaps in a warm embrace like one of Olaf's hugs? She felt her hand begin to reach out, only to instinctively pull it back.

But there was no question in her mind that she would follow Honeymaren.

To explore the forest!

Because it was her home.

And now Elsa’s as well.

She listened to Honeymaren tell her about Northuldra. What they did. How they lived. Helping each other. Taking care of the reindeer. She guided her through the forest. Where they’d herd reindeer. How they’d find food. The best bushes to find cloudberries. She showed her the views. The hills and cliffs where they could stare into the distance. The clearings where peaceful creatures gathered. And, at the end of the day, what was perhaps the most breathtaking sunset Elsa had ever seen.

When Elsa saw the forest for the first time, it impressed her how beautiful it was.

That was when the mist still engulfed it; when they had no idea what they were walking into.

But now…looking out across the horizon….

The sky was so much brighter.

The air was easier to breathe.

The wind spirit greeted her with open arms. In front of her was an ocean of trees, and the occasional earth giant beginning to rise from its slumber for the day.

In the other direction was a sparkling yet ominous sea where her ice powers bonded with the Nokk’s. The water horse led her to Ahtohallan – a place both sacred and familiar.

This land was unlike anything Elsa had ever seen. She was completely in awe. Words could barely describe its magic.

“Wow…” she breathed softly. “Beautiful.”

“Yes…. Very….” Honeymaren’s voice faded.

It almost sounded as though she, too, were experiencing this for the first time.

Maybe she was.

How different everything must have looked under the natural light.

What the mist no longer hid from them.

What else was out there to discover?

What else was out there waiting for Honeymaren?

Elsa’s brows furrowed; why did that leave a sour feeling in her stomach?

She turned her head…. What a relief; Honeymaren was still there.

But why was she staring at Elsa rather than the glow of twilight?

She should say something.

“You…you’re very lucky to have grown up here,” Elsa managed to comment.

“Hm…?” It seemed to take Honeymaren a moment before fully accepting the compliment. “What makes you say that?”

Maybe it was the contrast between Northuldra and Arendelle.

Maybe it was how much Elsa had grown over the past few years.

Maybe it was the change in her powers, the connection to nature.

Maybe it was this side of her she never knew existed.

“I feel alive,” Elsa confessed. “I can be…. Me.”

She thought about how she felt when she first ran from Arendelle.

"I had to hide my powers my whole life, for fear they would hurt someone again. That I would hurt someone. But when my powers lashed out, when everyone saw them.... Saw me.... They were afraid. So I ran. It wasn't until I was alone on the North Mountain that I could discover the true me. There were no restrictions.... No one to hurt or scare.... My ice...nature...flowed through me. I could create anything, crystalize whatever I could think of into being. Stairways.... Chandeliers…. My gown.... A palace.... Olaf! I...."

She took in a breath.

"It was in nature that I found the real me. I could let go and follow my heart."

She exhaled.

"Then I heard the voice. The spirits."

She lifted a hand, small ice sculptures forming in her palm and reliving each interaction with the spirits.

"The way my magic could collide or fuse with each one. The forest pushed me beyond anything I knew. My magic was challenged. I was challenged. It went beyond my ice magic. I could manipulate water. It was...nothing like I could have ever known in Arendelle." Elsa paused, suddenly aware how much she had blurted out all at once.

Her heart slammed into her chest, realizing how much she shared.

Had she said too much?

She glanced at Honeymaren, meeting her deep brown eyes. The way they stared at her…into her soul…. Elsa never felt more exposed.

A soft smile came across Honeymaren’s face. And just like that, Elsa felt a wave of relief wash over her.

“Elsa, you’re the fifth spirit. You are nature. And Nature has been waiting for you to return to the forest.”

How was it that Honeymaren could say something so simple and suddenly the whole world made sense?

Elsa’s chest felt infinitely lighter.

Honeymaren reached her hand out, gently taking Elsa’s and held flat in her wide palms. They were warm. Strong. Safe. Her long, elegant fingers contrasted the callous skin from her work in the forest.

Elsa's usual instinct to shy away faded.

Something about it felt....

Almost familiar.

She brushed her free hand against one of the trees. The bark felt rough on her skin. Yet it could never compare to how coarse the castle walls were. She could sense the temperature dropping in her body, moments of her past flashing through her mind.

"I may have grown up in a castle, but it always felt more like a cage. Anything could trigger my magic. It could have been as simple as wanting to build a snowman with my sister or as natural as waking up from a nightmare. Any emotion could result in disastrous consequences. I could hurt Anna again. Hurt anyone. Conceal; don't feel. It was the only way my parents could help. Still...."

'Monster!'

She remembered the looks on peoples' faces when she was outed.

The fear.

The shock.

Had her parents ever...?

Was she wrong for simply existing?

But they wouldn't have attempted the trek to Ahtohollan. They wouldn't have gone to such lengths if they were scared.

If they didn't have that unconditional love for her.

Her fingers clenched, involuntarily tightening her grip on Honeymaren's hand. And the ice inside dissolved.

Love: the basis of her magic.

Freedom: the silent thing she craved.

She gained control and, with that, her life.

"On the North Mountain.... Here in the forest.... Inside Ahtohollan.... I never had to worry about any of that. The expectations.... The secrets.... Pantomime and pageantry.... Isolation.... Loneliness.... None of that crossed my mind. It never had to for a second. Because there, I wasn't trapped anymore. I could just.... Breathe."

“I didn’t realize….”

The sound of Honeymaren’s voice was almost like a soft blanket.

There was no indication of pity.

It was more along the lines of….

Regret.

“I mean…I remember Olaf mentioned something….”

Elsa pulled in her lips.

Right.

That.

Not at all embarrassing.

Sweet and well-meaning.

Enough to get the story across without oversharing.

And very much an Olaf thing to do.

But not embarrassing.

Who was she kidding?

Elsa scrunched her nose. “Olaf can be….”

How to capture the essence of a live, magical, talking snowman…?

“Eccentric?” Honeymaren finished.

That was one word.

Elsa attempted to hold back a giggle. “A little.”

“I…couldn’t begin to imagine living like that,” Honeymaren said. “A secret like that….” She let go of Elsa’s hand and swerved around a nearby log, taking a seat on top of it. A sudden chill flickered atop Elsa’s hands, one that she had not felt before. “It’s a lot to ask of anyone. Especially a child. That wasn’t fair to you. You should have never had to think of your powers in that way. They deserve more than that…. You deserve more than that.”

Elsa brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

What a supportive sentiment.

Not that Elsa hadn’t heard anything like that before.

Anna told her all the time how much she admired her powers.

She never looked anything short of amazed with what Elsa could do.

Even after all those years hidden away, Anna could have had so much resentment for Elsa.

But she didn’t.

She knew her.

Now here was Honeymaren….

The first person Elsa was genuinely getting to know….

Who looked at Elsa’s magic with equal parts amazement and curiosity….

Not once since she met her was there ever a gaze of confusion or disgust.

And, despite the short amount of time, absolutely no indication of distrust.

Just acceptance.

She saw Elsa as more than her powers.

Someone more than a queen.

She was just….

A person.

“I think that’s the appeal here,” Elsa admitted. She sat down next to Honeymaren on the log, leaving a bit of space between. “Knowing what I do now…. I wonder how different everything would be if I grew up here. I wonder if…. If I would have had a chance.”

That sounded so idealistic, didn’t it?

“It might not be as different as you think.”

Elsa tilted her head, watching Honeymaren’s face fall.

Oh….

Elsa overstepped, hadn’t she?

“It felt like a cage here at times, too. The mist…. The soldiers…. The raging spirits…. We’ve been trapped in a war that began before I was born. We were once a peaceful people. We lived in harmony with nature. We respected the spirits. We honored them. But when the war broke out…everything changed. They were not our enemies in the way Arendelle was, but we still feared them. And while they could do just as much damage, they didn’t understand. They were merely reacting. And we were caught in a crossfire. Arendelle…they knew what they were doing. They had control. But they chose to continue. So from a young age, I was trained to be a warrior. Even before I could walk, I was fighting.”

Honeymaren glanced up, a few loose ends slipping from beneath the comfort of her hat. There was no malice in her voice. She spoke as if it were the most obvious thing. Few emotions were conveyed in her face. Whether it was acceptance over the events that transpired and what her life had become, or the fear of letting down her guard as Elsa once – and at times, continued to – struggled with, that was unclear. Most of all, there was understanding. There were parallels in their lives. From the shackles of their homes; to growing up in fear; to leading their people; down to the way that, as Elsa’s ice glistened all around her, Honeymaren’s eyes sparkled like chocolate dipped in caramel.

The sunlight highlighted the most beautiful features in both.

“I can relate to the expectations of my people,” Honeymaren continued, “putting on a show and acting stronger than I might appear. As one of the few children left of the oldest families, there was always pressure to be the ‘next great leader’. As if I’m supposed to be better than anyone else or that I’m the one single person who can make all the difference. One wrong move and everyone will know. And I not only let them down but destroy their trust. And Northuldra…. Well, I suppose it couldn’t get much worse than it was.”

Elsa’s brows lowered.

“I didn’t mean to insinuate anything,” she apologized softly. “That was unfair to you.”

Just because she hoped things would be better for her in Northuldra did not invalidate their experiences, nor the grief they carried.

Honeymaren didn’t hesitate. “You’ve every right to feel that way. Why wouldn’t you want to feel more connected to nature when you are the epitome of it? Perhaps things could have been different.”

Her voice shifted. It conveyed more ease and light than Elsa heard all day.

Honeymaren loved her people; that much had been clear from what Elsa had seen.

But all day Honeymaren spoke of their lives there. There was this….

Her natural voice was gentle and warm, absolutely.

But the contrast between then and now….

There was just something she hadn’t heard before.

It was almost….

Happier.

“But look at where we are now.” Honeymaren gestured towards the sky, “Elsa, you freed us. You did this. You and Anna.” She lowered her hand and gave her a proud smile. “You freed all of us. Yourself included.”

Maybe….

Anna deserved far more credit; Elsa believed.

But Elsa could acknowledge that Anna was able to do that because of the steps Elsa took.

Elsa may have taken a risk by going too far, but she found out the truth.

Anna was the one able to act on it.

She did what needed to be done.

And Elsa, in turn, was able to save Arendelle.

No longer did they have to live in the past.

They could move on.

And finally begin to heal.

“We can be our full selves now, Elsa.”

Our full selves….

What was that like?

It sounded so….

“I can…”

Elsa’s voice faded, eyebrows furrowing in thought.

“We can…. Follow our hearts….”

It sounded so cliché.

Like something Anna would say.

When had she felt that?

This pounding in her chest?

Drowning out her voice?

Completely taking over?

“And go wherever nature leads us….”

She brought herself to meet Honeymaren’s gaze.

Following nature….

Those eyes….

Have they always…?

If Elsa got a closer look….

Would they still glow like honey?

Her eyes descended down Honeymaren’s face.

Her round nose.

Splattered freckles.

Full lips.

Just a little closer….

Follow our hearts.

Follow nature.

How enticing.

Those eyes….

She felt a jolt of electricity in her finger.

Something unexpected was surging through her.

From the corner of her eye, she saw her pinky touching Honeymaren’s.

Yet she couldn’t bring herself to pull away.

What was this feeling?

This….

Connection…?

“Hi there!”

Elsa jerked back, pulling her arms into her chest.

Where in the spirits did Ryder come from?

“I’ve been looking for you guys everywhere!”

“Ryder…” Honeymaren groaned.

“Hmph…make some room…thank you….”

The trance broke. Elsa swallowed a nervous laugh. This had to have been important or he wouldn’t have interrupted them–

Their conversation.

“You guys have got to try these new berries I found,” Ryder exclaimed. He picked one out of a basket that he had perched in his lap and gave a light squeeze. “I had no idea there were so many of these around, they’re probably the best berries I ever had! They’re like this sweet, squishy thing with some kind of little jam juice inside…. And with no seeds! It’s like reindeer kisses on a leaf! Who wants in? Honeymaren? Elsa? Come on, you know you wanna try some of this….”

All of that….

The interruption….

The abruptness….

The excitement….

For berries?

Elsa forced a smile, convincing herself to try a berry.

If anything, to silently encourage Ryder to shut up.

Hmm….

He may have had a point.

Yes, these berries were quite divine.

Even if they weren’t chocolate.

Or honey….

#frozen #frozen 2 #disney #frozen fanfic #fanfiction #elsa #honeymaren #elsamaren #give elsa a girlfriend #lesbian elsa #asexual elsa

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loonysama · 2 years

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The Best Pick-Up Line There Is

Kristanna, background Elsamaren

Romance / Hurt/Comfort

Rated M (sexy stuff, implied/referenced sexual abuse/rape, and psychological abuse) When Anna gets a new job as a receptionist at a downtown law firm, she meets Kristoff, a shy UPS courier that can’t even look her in the eye. Will they finally get to know each other when Anna starts volunteering at the orphanage where Kristoff grew up?

Chapter 16: Tattoos and Scars - now posted!

"After someone violates you like that, in the most intimate way, it's hard to see your body as your own. I guess [my tattoos are] kind of like a symbol that it's my body and it belongs to me.... Like I've reclaimed the parts someone else thought they were entitled to." ~ Anna

Updates every Wednesday. Read from the beginning @ FFN. (I'm @loonysamaa on FFN - long story...)

Originally posted @ AO3 as The Office and the Orphanage. It was the first fanfic I ever posted, and I still love the story, but there were some things I wanted to improve on. So I’ve revamped it quite a bit and given it a new life @ FFN.

The basic story’s the same, but there’s some new content and order rearranged, plot strengthened in some places, and a little more prose and a little less dialogue (except where I felt lazy). And I added a little more Elsamaren to it. Elsa is an astrophysics professor, and her magical power is shameless flirting. Honeymaren is head of security in Anna’s building (comes with gun and tie!!!). It’s background, but I absolutely adore both of them in this fic and wanted to give them a little more attention.

#frozen #frozen fanfiction #kristanna #anna #kristoff #background honeymaren #office au #orphanage #office and the orphanage #childhood ptsd

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doctorthedoctor · 4 years

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Warm Hugs

Forgot to post this on here but this is an omitted scene from the last update of my elsamaren fic, Just One Word. This can be read without any knowledge of that fic, but it’s very dear to me so I’d be remiss if I didn’t recommend reading it as well.

Ao3 In which Elsa says goodbye to Olaf, Kristoff, and Sven before moving up north. _______ “You only had two bags, right?” Kristoff asks, lugging the last one from the back of the wagon and passing it to Elsa.

“Mhmm, that’s it.” She nods and tries to mask the tinge of dread in her voice. With a weighted sigh, she plops the bag next to her feet, knowing full well her act isn’t convincing.

It was a long morning filled with seemingly endless, tear-stained farewells before Elsa rode through the gates and away from the castle one last time. Arendelle faded as distance sprouted between them, and a knot has been tightening in her gut since watching the only home she’s ever known be reduced to a speck of dust on the horizon.

Every second of the past few weeks has been spent preparing for this moment, but none of that time seems to have made any difference. She could never be ready for this. Goodbyes at a distance are one thing, but they feel so, so different from the inside.

“Jeez, we’re really gonna miss you, Elsa,” Kristoff says as he hops off his wagon, broad shoulders opening as he reaches out to her. “Who am I gonna geek about ice with now?”

“You’ll just have to bore my sister with it,” she chuckles weakly and leans into his embrace, making a conscious effort to stay there for more than a few seconds. They don’t hug often, she and him, but Elsa figures it’s time to start warming up to the idea, considering she’ll be giving Anna away to this very man within the year.

The thought of it makes her happy—excited even. To be honest, Elsa’s always kind of wanted a brother, just to know what it’s like. And she’ll be more than proud to call Kristoff one, though he’s already earned the title in her mind. Since the day they met, he’s proven himself worthy of a place in both their lives. Had it not been for Kristoff, Elsa may well have truly killed her sister that one horrific day. And without his dedication to return Anna home, Elsa might not even be here, either.

She’s indebted to him in a way she could never begin to repay. But he would never expect such a thing, and that’s how she knows he’s the right person for her sister. Elsa would never admit it out loud, but she trusts him with Anna more than she trusts herself most of the time.

“Promise me you’ll take care of her,” she whispers, trying to steady her voice as she tightens her grip around him. “I know you will and already do, but I have to say it.”

“I promise, Elsa,” he whispers back. “Anna’s gonna be alright.”

“If she needs anything—if you need anything—I can be there in no time, okay?”

“You’ll be the first to know,” he assures, giving her one more squeeze before breaking away. “Same goes for you. You take care of yourself, alright?”

Elsa’s hands rest on his shoulders while she holds his gaze for a long moment. Lips pursed, she offers a heartfelt nod, then forces herself to turn away before he can spot the tears pooling in her eyes.

Slowly, as if to draw out the process, she makes her way along the side of the wagon and greets the reindeer waiting patiently at the front.

“Well, Sven, it looks like this is goodbye...” She lets out a gentle sigh when his knowing gaze meets hers. “You get them back safe, okay?”

One brow ticks up as he eyes her skeptically. The corner of his mouth curls as if to say, “Are you really asking me that?” Elsa can practically hear the comment in the goofy reindeer voice Kristoff likes to use for him. That sound paired with the offended glint in Sven’s eyes makes her chuckle.

“You’re right, you’re right,” she amends, tenderly scratching under his chin. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”

Sven’s face softens when her lips meet his nose. She offers a wink when she pulls back, and the deer merely blinks in disbelief as she walks away. Elsa’s never offered more than a few loving pets at a time… This really must be goodbye.

Two down, two to go.

Pale, anxious hands ghost the painted wood as Elsa ambles over to her bags once more. It goes without saying that these last farewells are the hardest. She sucks in a deep breath, making a feeble attempt to ready herself, though she knows it won’t do much good. Her heart is already crumbling at the mere thought of them.

“Elsa!”

The call yanks her from her mind, and her eyes are pulled up just in time to see her beloved childhood snowman barreling toward her.

“Elsa!” Olaf squeals again. “Look at what Honeymaren just gave me!” When he finally nears and she’s able to get a good look, a smile spreads across her face.

“She gave you a flute?”

He nods quickly, almost shaking with excitement. “She made it!”

Elsa turns her head toward the two figures standing near a willow tree in the distance. Her sister’s bubbly laugh stretches across the space, carrying a sense of comfort and safety with it. Her heart usually dances at the sound, but now it only sinks further into her stomach, knowing the noise will no longer reach her as often as it once did.

But that familiar laugh also mingles with a new one. This one is quieter. Lighter. Very easy on the ears. Something tells Elsa she could get used to this sound, though she can’t quite explain why. And it’s beautiful too—almost melodic. How very fitting that it’s coming from Honeymaren, the woman who just gave Olaf what he so fiercely craves at the moment.

Now that the snowman has gotten the hang of reading words, Olaf’s been trying his hand at reading music. And Elsa has to admit, he has a knack for it. Even when he can’t make heads or tails of the notes scrawled on the parchment, he’ll sit at the piano for hours and try to translate a tune to whatever instrument he’s working on. There’s no doubt in her mind he’ll be doing that with this flute the moment he gets back.

“That was very nice of her,” Elsa says, watching him inspect the design carved into the wood. “Did you tell her thank you?”

“Mhmm! But I’ll do it again because I love it that much!” Olaf spins around to face the tree and bounces in place. “Thank you Honeymaren!” he shouts with an excited wave.

“You’re very welcome!” her distant voice replies, accompanied by that sweet little laugh again.

Airy squeaks begin to fill the air, and Elsa turns to find the snowman attempting to play the new and foreign instrument. The serious expression he wears while experimenting with sloppy notes makes her giggle.

“Oh, Olaf...” she sighs through her laughter, “what am I going to do without you?”

“You can do whatever you want!” he replies, then tilts his head in thought. “Well— anything doesn’t involve being lured into the depths of an ancient glacier and getting yourself frozen again. I do like being around, and I’ll be very disappointed if I don’t learn how to play this,” he says casually, then brings the end of the flute to one eye as if looking through a telescope.

Still chuckling, Elsa kneels down to his level. “Come here,” she whispers and pulls him into her arms. He responds with a contented hum and wraps his short, twig-like arms as far around her as they will reach.

Though she tries to fight it, quiet whimpers slip out as the dam finally breaks inside her. In Elsa’s arms is the living reminder of her love for her sister, and somehow, she’s expected to let that go—let him go.

“Give Anna lots of warm hugs for me, alright?” she asks through hiccuped breaths.

“Only if you promise to give yourself lots of warm hugs for me,” he says gently.

The request only draws more tears to her eyes. “I promise.”

“Good.” Olaf leans back and studies her with a pensive look, then catches the beads dripping down her face. “Please don’t melt...” he adds. “This is good, Elsa. This is right. Can’t you feel it?”

A timid smile tugs at her lips as she stares at him for a long moment. The childlike wonder buzzing through him is still alive and well, but he also carries himself with a certain air of maturity now. He’s always been wise, of course, but it still makes her heart swell seeing how much he’s grown in just a few short years.

“I’m really proud of you,” she finally says, fully aware that she hasn’t answered his question. “And I can’t wait to hear what you play with that,” she adds, eyeing the instrument in his hand.

“Any requests?” Olaf asks, unbothered by the shift in topic.

Elsa shakes her head and smirks. “Surprise me.” Leaning in, she plants a gentle peck to the side of his frosted cheek, then weaves her arms around him one last time. “I love you, Olaf,” she whispers.

“I love you too, Elsa,” he says softly.

Their embrace lingers for a long moment. When the two finally part, Olaf flashes a heartfelt grin before skipping toward the wagon, undoubtedly eager to get home and practice his new gift.

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aminetko · 3 months

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Hear mе out Elsamaren is CANON

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Frozen III plot / fanfic - part 5

The Secret of the Northuldra

The previous four parts you can find here: part one, part two, additional thoughts, part three, part four.

Rated T (or better M?) because of a little intimate Elsamaren moment and for violent thoughts and actions of a new antagonist :-)

I hope you like this next part of my fanfic. Enjoy.

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Joná headed to his little boat and pondered what had just occurred. He just wanted to help and hoped that Yelana would do something or at least know anything about what he had seen during his venture on the dark sea. Instead, she instructed him to keep everything secret. He shrugged his shoulders and bent over the edge of the boat to get his catch out. Still thinking she already knew what to do, he turned with his full basket and froze. Behind him some men from the village had gathered and looked at him piercingly.

“Um… why are you standing there staring at me like that? Is something unusual?” he asked and put the basket down.

“We were just about to ask you that,” said the one who was in the front and who had obviously led the men here. “We noticed everything earlier and wondered if you would tell us what you had so urgently to tell Yelana.” He crossed his arms and looked at Joná waiting.

Joná swallowed. He remembered what she had told him and didn’t know how to begin. “Um…well…I was just so excited because…because the fish I had on the line today are so big. One of them almost pulled me over the edge of the boat.”

The man in front of him cast a telling glance at his basket and then looked at him again with raised eyebrows. “Oh, yeah?”

“Not these one, no. But the one fish I wanted to pull into the boat was it,” said Joná, who noticed this look. “Really, I did. They were just too heavy for me and were tearing the string.”

A few moments passed, and the man finally nodded, “Well, we know your fish stories good enough. But don’t you think you might have exaggerated it a little today?”

Joná sighed and let his shoulders sink. “Yes, maybe you are right. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to scare anyone.”

“Let’s go, men.” They all turned around and walked slowly back to camp, some of them looking disappointed. But the leader of the group said quietly, “There’s something he’s not telling us. I don’t buy that story. Not that I ever did, but…”

“Did you notice his nervous look and how insecure he was this time?” one of the men asked quietly and looked at him from the side.

He nodded, “Indeed.”

***

Elsa had been lying quietly on her bed for a long time, listening to the noises coming in from outside. It sounded very busy and once she heard a loud shouting and a name. Yelana. She didn’t know this person, but she seemed to hold an important position. After that it was quiet again and she only heard a few birds chirping. A ray of sunlight came in from above and blinded her. She turned her head to the side and her eyes fell on the bundle of clothes next to her. Somehow she had had enough of just lying around here idly. She wanted to get out and look around.

Elsa bent her knees to see how far she was able to stand up. It still hurt a little, but it worked surprisingly well. She pushed the fur to the side and did stretching exercises with her legs, slowly and alternately. After some time she carefully sat up and bent over to massage her thighs and calves. A long blonde strand of hair fell into her face. “Oh…,” she said in surprise and reached behind her head to pull more of her hair forward. She felt and looked at it. “I’d love to know what I look like,” she murmured and then continued to put her plan into action.

Finally she turned and let her legs dangle over the edge of the bed. She stood up, or at least tried to, because her strength was not enough and she sank back onto the bed. But Elsa didn’t want to give up so quickly and pulled the wooden stool in front of her to support herself. After two attempts, she finally stood there a little shaky and made a satisfied sound. Then she picked up her clothes and slipped the leather tunic over her head. She touched the material. It was a bit rough, but very soft and felt a bit cool on her skin. She looked at the pants and sat down again to slip them over her legs, slowly stood up again and pulled them up. Everything fit her perfectly. Finally she put on the belt and slipped into the boots. Now she was ready for her first excursion and started to move slowly.

***

Honeymaren now had no more duties to do and therefore wandered around the camp a bit bored and lost in thought with her head lowered. Unconsciously she took the way towards Elsa’s Kota. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed how the flap of one of the Kotas was pressed open. She looked over and couldn’t believe her eyes. Elsa stepped straight out and kept herself wobbly on her feet. She looked around curiously and their eyes met. Elsa smiled at her and took a hesitant step forward, but almost fell over and held on to the edge of the entrance just in time. Honeymaren did not hesitate for a second and rushed to help.

“Careful, you’re still too weak and you might hurt yourself in the fall. Let me help you.” She took Elsa’s hand and put one arm around her shoulder to support her.

“Thank you. I just couldn’t stand it in there anymore and i had to try to get out and take some fresh air.”

“I can understand that. I guess that’s what I’d do. Although… nothing like that has ever happened to me, so I don’t know what…” She bit her lip.

Elsa looked at her and said, “All right, it hasn’t happened to me either… I think.” She put on a crooked smile.

Honeymaren nodded, looked down at her and then smiled and said, “The Northuldra attire look pretty good on you.”

“Thanks. It feels very comfortable too. What’s your name anyway?”

“I’m Honeymaren.”

They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment. “We know each other, right? I’m sorry, I can’t remember anything about it.”

Honeymaren felt her heartbeat accelerate. Before all this happened to her, Elsa had always been so distant, almost unapproachable, and with her task as Fifth Spirit, she had rarely been seen in camp lately. Now after her incident, would be the perfect opportunity to change their relationship. But was she allowed to do that? It would amount to a lie. She hesitated.

“Yes, we know each other… quite well.”

Elsa briefly squeezed Honeymaren’s hand and sighed, “I hope I’ll be able to remember this soon. Will you help me to look around a bit and explore everything? I am very curious.”

“I’d love to… I even know the first place we could go.”

They walked with slow steps and she helped Elsa to keep her balance. She had never been so close to Elsa before; Honeymaren thought to herself. It was kind of exciting. Before Elsa promised to free the Northuldra from the impenetrable mist wall on that memorable evening, Honeymaren didn’t know very much, trapped in this small world. She was born into this world as one of the few children and there were only a few in her age with whom she could do something. The few of them were playful boys who were either too simple-minded or interested in other things. So she grew up, mostly alone with herself and her thoughts, only with her somewhat jumpy brother Ryder, to whom the reindeer meant more than anything else. Otherwise, it was her leader Yelana who had been her life anchor and she learned a lot from her, especially about the past of her tribe and its values.

At some point they finally reached the edge of the forest and stepped out onto a narrow strip of sand beach bathed in sunlight.

“This is one of the few beautiful places here by the sea, the rest is quite jagged and mostly full of big black pebbles,” Honeymaren said, and led Elsa to a smooth, almost white-washed piece of an old tree trunk that lay half buried in the sand. They sat down on it and Elsa looked out into the distance. The sun sparkled on the softly rippling waves, which the gentle wind washed up and carried a salty scent. She took a deep breath, laid her head relaxed in the neck and closed her eyes. Honeymaren, on the other hand, did not care about the sea, because she had a completely different view in front of her eyes. She sat so close to Elsa that she could literally feel her and the temptation was great to gently stroke her long light hair. She felt the heat rising inside her, but she was not allowed to rush into anything and instead was content to admire Elsa’s features, her light soft skin and the fine hairs on her gently curving neck. She sucked up every little detail and felt lost in time.

And so she didn’t even realise how Elsa finally opened her eyes again and noticed Honeymaren’s behaviour out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head and looked directly at her. “What are you doing?”

Honeymaren took a frightened breath and stammered, “I…nothing, I…I was just looking at your long hair. Sorry, Elsa, I… didn’t mean to…” Her cheeks turned red and her eyes were wide open.

Elsa raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Tell me, Honeymaren, how well did we actually know each other?”

***

Yelana sat on the furs on the floor of her hut and thought for some time. A Northuldra woman came by at one time and wanted to know something, but Yelana had sent her away again on the grounds that she didn’t have time right now and would visit her later. She now needed the rest to think about everything. She saw Elsa lying on the beach in front of her eyes, shortly before all the spirits had disappeared and now this narrative, told by this very fisherman, who was known for his weird stories. But what he told was simply too extraordinary this time, and it all matched the latest events. However, Ahtohallan would never do such a thing, what could be the reason for that.

Except…Yelana took a long scarf from one of her leather bags and put one end of it over her knee. Lost in thought, she stroked over the five symbols woven into it and stayed on the one in the middle. She had received this scarf from her mother when she was a child and has taken it out every time she has thought and searched for answers ever since. Maybe she hoped for some comfort and strength after her parents had died long ago. It was not unlike the shawl Queen Anna was carrying at the time, but it had a different colour and, of course, a different pattern on the edge that stood for the family that woven it for their descendants.

The fifth Spirit before Elsa died during the events that ultimately trapped the forest for so long. She knew that for sure. But then who was it who had the powers of Ahtohallan and was responsible for all these recent events? There was no other fifth spirit before Elsa, that much was certain. Could it be that … no, that was impossible. Or could it? Could he have had a child? Then who was his mother? Someone in her tribe?

Slowly a certainty was forming in Yelana, one that she did not like at all.

***

He sat on the large rocky plateau near the river, far away from any Northuldra settlement. Nobody dared to come here, because the earth giants slept here and they did not like to be woken up. The place was perfectly chosen for his secret whereabouts.

He wore a dusky, almost black fur coat, next to him were reindeer antlers, worked into a large leather hood. His eyes were closed, he breathed deeply and calmly in and out, and let his senses wander into the forest. He felt and he saw.

He had the ability to read mans mind, at least most of them. It was different from the Spirits, where he never felt this limitation, but some people were strong-willed and it was as if he had to fight his way through a thick layer of snow. With very few of them he could only feel their emotions, nothing more, like with this woman from the house of that damned king, who was responsible for his father’s death. He saw in his mind again this terrible picture of his father after the fight was over, peppered with half a dozen crossbow arrows. At least this king was also dragged to his death by someone from his tribe. But there were many of them, too many and he hated them all.

He let his senses wander again and concentrated. Then he found a young Northuldra who had quite confusing feelings…for a woman. He drew the corner of his mouth in disgust, but penetrated deeper into her and finally he saw through her eyes, saw what she looked at…a beach and that other woman. She was also wearing Northuldra clothes, but something was strange. Her hair, it was long and…

He opened his eyes in horror. That couldn’t be. He had killed that half blood, or at least he thought that she was doomed to drown in the dark sea and never appear again. How had she achieved that? He was furious and he cursed. It had not been easy to make sure she would ever use her magic again. To let Nokk dissolve under her was a piece of cake. It was all so well planned. But lately the Spirits didn’t obey him anymore and he assumed that it was related to the fact that he had outsmarted and enclosed Ahtohallan. But not without first seizing some of the secrets of Ahtohallan’s power. On the other hand, he could be glad that the Spirits had no path to follow without guidance, otherwise he would quickly be on their menu. He would have to try again. This time she would not get away from him again. Too bad his father couldn’t teach him to change his shape. He was too young for that then.

It was time to forge a new plan. One that was really deadproof this time.

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Remark: As it looks like my fanfic is getting a little bigger than I once thought. At least the first five parts I count to an own chapter of “The Secret of the Northuldra”. The second chapter will have a new title, after the first bigger turn in the story. After that it will have to show. The whole thing has also become a little adventure for me and I am curious where it will lead me. Somehow it has developed its own dynamic *grin*

#frozen2 #f3 plot idea #frozen3 #frozen au #fanfic #part 5 #mine

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