☆ ミ & i've always been a daughter.・。

❝ with every small disaster, i'll let the WATERS still, take me away to some place R E A L. cause they say home is where your HEART is set in STONE . it's where you go to rest your bones. it's not just where you lay your h e a d, it's not just where you make your bed, as long as we're TOGETHER does it matter where we go? H O M E. ❞ ANNA ARENDELLE xxii. copenhagen, denmark.

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thestarrattler:

Somehow, he managed to get the attention of another astra that seemed to babble, and befuddled from his lack of sleep, it took him few moments before actually it sunk in. “Heh.” Of course. It went to show that he was going to have to start getting used to these kind of people and fast. When in fact, it was more that he needed to get used to the attention where defending himself wasn’t necessary at all. It didn’t help that she was filling that defense role no matter how nonthreatening and bubbly she was at doing so. Chewing on the side of his lower lip, he twisted the screwdriver around his hand, “Uh-huh. Hm.” He cleared his throat and went to try unscrewing the bolt that he was previous working on to take some of the edge off. It wasn’t everyday he came across someone who took interest in what he did, and it came as a surprise that she didn’t get bored watching. “I, uh,” he spoke gruffly when he began to struggle with a stripped screw, “I’m just takin’ a few parts to start workin’ a bike.” It didn’t seem to budge. “So, you,” he groaned, “you wouldn’t be much help.—No offense.” He sighed, blowing air into his face. At this point, he normally would’ve thrown a punch at the engine in frustration, but the talking kept him distracted oddly enough. It was easier to handle than the silence in this case. Glancing over at her in bewilderment when she talked about all the sugar she consumed, he took out his rotary tool to cut a new slit right into the screw. “N’, nah. I’m good. I’m gettin’ enough sugar.” He mumbled with  a nod over to the energy drink beside him. “Not much of a sweet tooth, y’know?”

she pursed her lips as she continued to watch, eyebrows furrowing as she watched. “oh, okay,” she nodded slowly as she watched him struggle with the screw. she felt useless just standing there and watching as he struggled but she had no idea what he was doing or how to help. “that’s pretty cool. just for fun?” she asked. she shook her head as she gave a small smile, “none taken.” her eyes drifted from the stubborn screw to him as he stopped. was that it? anna had no idea what other way there was to take it out, though she only wondered for a second as he seemed to have the situation under control. “huh,” she said to herself as he continued to work. anna shrugged, popping another piece of candy in her mouth. “suit yourself,” she chuckled lightly. she glanced at the energy drink, eyebrow raising “are those safe?” she asked, always hearing horror stories about people having one too many energy drinks. “i’ve never actually had one. they’ve always seemed a it too much for me, you know?” she nodded, “yeah, sugar can be a bit too much at times. i always end up in a sugar coma and say i’ll never have sugar again but then you know, i end up doing this.”

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thestarrattler:

While their previous encounter was rather brief, Jim didn’t forget a face. Plus, she rather stood out with her bed head and all, but he wasn’t judging. Flashing a tight-lipped smile, he remarked, “Don’t worry about it.“ He went back to removing the fasteners from the engine. With much better materials accessible in Sacramento than his hometown, he was salvaging parts he knew he’d use when he’d have the frame ready for the sport bike he was going to build, and yet, he couldn’t concentrate with the girl pacing around him. He wasn’t used to someone watching him as he worked. He occasionally glanced up at her until he found that she was distracting him more and more. It made him feel as if she were rushing him. “What’re you doin’?” He finally asked. “Got a sugar rush or somethin’?” He added once he took notice of what she was carrying. It wasn’t meant to come off as rude, but there was no denying he wanted her to standstill if she wasn’t planning on leaving.

a smile curved from corner to corner as he said everything was okay. though that didn’t stop the blubbering from continuing to apologize, blabbering sorry’s as if he’d actually been upset with her. stopping once he turned his attention away from her and back to the bike. green eyes followed every movement carefully as she tried to figure out what he was doing. she wanted to ask, it was killing her that she didn’t know, but she figured she had bothered him enough by blocking his view. oh, how wrong she was. while she had tried her best to be a quiet observer, she was still being a distraction. she stopped dead in her tracks as soon as he asked her what she was doing. “nothing,” she replied, somewhat embarassed, “i’m sorry! i was just trying to see what you were doing and figuring out what all those weird parts are, i wasn’t trying to bother you. hence why i was just standing — or hovering, i guess. i wasn’t trying to hover, i swear! i dunno, i thought maybe you could use some company or maybe a helping hand? but i don’t really know what you’re doing, so i guess that wouldn’t really work now, would it?” she rambled. she paused, staring at him for a moment before dropping her gaze to the candy in her hand. “uh — maybe?” she answered. “all i’ve had today is candy, really. i mean i ate some lucky charms in the morning but that was about it. and then i went to all these different shops and ended up getting candy from almost all of them—” opening her bag she started to rummage through it before holding it out for him to see, “want some?”

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thestarrattler:

Jim wasn’t content to wait for Google and Tesla to develop the technology. He was a hardware hacker. He was already jumping feet first to create his own, and people tended to lack the understanding of why he was bothering to reinvent the wheel. However, he saw one big difference. Car companies were optimized around safety while he was optimizing around cheap, fun, or aggressiveness. It was a shame he left his self-made sport bike at home, but it meant he had to start from scratch.

He didn’t have time to worry about the sleep that was much needed after the flight back. Instead, he convinced himself that he needed to get his mind off things the only way he knew how: put his hands to work. After spending most the day bargaining at a flea market, he was sitting outside the compound in front of the convenience store, taking out the bike parts he’d bought to deconstruct. It was until someone blocked the sunlight. Letting out a sigh, he lifted his head, “Hey, uh, mind scootin’ over?”

she’d left home early that morning with a ‘ mission ’ in mind — to find the chocolate bars she had stumbled upon in paris. something anna knew from the moment she walked out the door, was a possible search in vain considering it was a french brand she had found in a small connivence store not far from her hotel but she could at least try, right? the last thing to die was hope and anna had been hopeful that she’d be able to find it. hours passed as she walked up and down the streets of sacramento, walking into any store she’d find that would sell candy. 

exhausted and disappointed, she made her way back to the compound although, not empty handed. along the way, she’d picked up random things that had caught her attention — random keychains, candy she hadn’t tried before, a baseball cap with a saying she didn’t quite understand, some hair accessories she hadn’t seen since she was about seven,  among other pointless trinkets. making her way back to her room, her attention was shifted to the guy sitting outside working on a bike. curiosity getting the best of her as she wandered over to where he worked. she observed for a moment, trying to figure out what he was doing, as she failed to realize that she was in the way.

“i’m so sorry!” she apologized, stepping aside as she paced around him trying to not be in the way yet not exactly knowing where to stand. 

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@tidewashed

in all the adventure and chaos that had happened in the last month, anna had seemed to have lost her roommate along the way. the craziness of boarding one plane after another, along with getting lost in foreign cities, and interacting with people she’d never met before left her lacking quality time with her favorite redhead. something that was disappointing to say the least, becoming accostumed to living under the same roof as her. 

which left her dashing toward her room the moment they stepped foot onto the complex. dragging her suitcase behind her, she stumbled into their apartment as she dropped her keys on the floor and left her luggage in the middle of the room. she was racing against the clock, knowing that ariel was literally right behind her, about to walk in at any second. so she did the best she could — grabbing blankets and pillows from both their rooms and tugging them into their living room, sprawling them in front of her tv. running into the kitchen, she grabbed the first bags of snacks she could find leaving a clatter of food and silverware behind her. pots and pans clunking against each other as she made a commotion in the kitchen. 

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FMK: Manolo, Jim, Hayden

fuck: jim — because he’s gorgeous .. wait, what? 

marry: manolo — because i’d have someone to serenade to me day and night.

kill: hayden — because he slightly scares me. a lot. 

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tidewashed:

To say that Ariel woke with a jolt in her system and a spring in her step was a gross understatement — for reasons she couldn’t even begin to explain, she had woken up with her voice back. Five years of voicelessness, and suddenly her voice had returned, as if she’d used it all this time? She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this kind of magic. But it was beautiful, and there was no way she wasn’t going to use her voice while she still had it — who knows if it would disappear again.

So, nervous as she was, she found herself at a bar with an open mic, surrounded by people from everywhere — she could hear French, English and even North African chatter in the space, and the fact that there were so many people around filled her with a kind of glee she hadn’t felt in a long time. She had already signed up for the open mic and asked someone if they could play the guitar for the songs in her little set. It hadn’t started yet, so she tilted her head up to see if anyone she knew was there. And there was — how exciting! With an ice-cold glass of rum and coke in her hand, she made her way towards them. “Hi!” she said excitedly. “How are you? Are you here for the open mic?”

anna was in fairytale heaven. just about ready to unpack her suitcase for good and move to paris. everything about the city was absolutely perfect — the atmosphere, the language, the people. she was in love with it all and with everyone that embodied it. which was how and why she found herself wandering into the bar. following the faces and voices she was entranced with, she walked around admiring the beauty that surrounded her. she searched for a face, any face to make eye contact with her and some type of conversation. she wanted to talk to everyone there, to get to know them, and let them know how special they were. the only problem was that among the voices, the only one anna really knew was english, which limited the people she was able to talk to. she stopped at a table, eyes wandering to find someone as someone found her first. the voice unfamiliar as she turned and gasped in shock. “ariel?!” she exclaimed. “hi! hey! hi” she greeted her in excitement. anna couldn’t believe it. ariel was talking! and what a beautiful voice she had. “i’m good! how are you? you seem—” she paused searching for the right word: great, wonderful, amazing, “—magnificent!” anna chuckled lightly, brushing away a loose strand from her face. “not necessarily but i’ll totally stay to cheer you on?”

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ruffestthorston:

Ruby was simply exploring that day. The blonde had been walking along, seeing what there was to see and such. The normal things that people do when they visit a new place. of course Ruby didn’t understand much of anything in Paris, considering she didn’t speak French, but she made the most of her adventures. As Ruby was walking, she was looking down at her phone, texting her mother and letting her know what she thought about Paris and other things.

After she had finished her text, she had tucked her phone in her pocket, but before she knew it, she had collided with someone else. As usual, she was completely fine, but the other girl had stumbled back a bit. She looked at the other girl and gave a confused look as to why she seemed so ‘giggly’. Then, as if it were just a normal thing to do, Ruby punched the girl in the shoulder. “It’s okay. Accidents happen.” What the fuck. Why did I just punch her?

the expression on anna’s face went blank for a second as she felt a throbbing pain on her shoulder. hand reaching toward the tender area as she rubbed it for a second, confusion forming on her eyes as she looked at the blonde. was this a social thing anna wasn’t aware about? to punch people? anna wasn’t sure and she didn’t bother questioning it. aside from the slight numbness she felt, she didn’t care. if anything, the punch made the familiar blonde that much more attractive. “yeah, no, definitely,” she nodded enthusiastically. “they totally do! though i hope they don’t happen to you very often. you’re way too pretty for that,” she stated. 

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gvitarrista:

It soon became evident why paris was known as the city of love —- the french loved with passion. it was not solely the emotion as such, but love for life. for art, for gastronomy, for each other. in this sense, manolo was remined of mexico city, but again, the many differences established a gap between the two cities. however, he soon figured it would not do well to delve too much into these, or else he might allow nostalgia to smite him & prevent him from fully enjoying himself. 

     he’d heard numerous stories about the city, and each of them had come true before his young eyes. the place seemed surreal – each of its corners beautifully embellished with antique carvings in the buildings, the dim lights of the cafés and creperies giving the alleyways the tone of a van gogh painting. there also seemed to be something marvelous in allowing himself to get lost amidst the waves of a language he did not know, expressed in songs and overheard conversations. 

     perhaps, he was too wrapped up in his own thoughts. at least, that’s what seemed to be the logical explanation behind the crash that ensued right then. he opened his mouth to apologize, the desire of singing then becoming too strong to bear. 

     “ ♫  ━  there’s a chapel “sacre coure” in quaint montmarte                      in the open air the painters show their art                              in the restaurant sip a beaujolies                         what a perfect way to spend a lovely day ━ ♪ ” 

was this real? was she dreaming? if it weren’t for the fact that anna was too entranced by the melody, she would have blurted out for him to do so. but instead, she remained silent. dazed by the curly haired boy with the sweet voice. he looked familiar, anna was sure he knew them but there and then, all she could focus on was how a handsome stranger was singing to her. to her! any other day she would have questioned it. maybe if they hadn’t been in paris, anna would have giggled, apologizing again, and awkwardly complimenting his voice. 

she could feel herself wanting to do that. to keep her calm and address the situation in the most ‘normal’ way. something that wouldn’t end up with her reliving the embarrassment at midnight when her actions replayed in her mind and she was forced to relive the trauma. but she couldn’t. she was in this beautiful city, the so called city of love, and there was a bigger part of her that couldn’t help but see it as a sign. so instead, she smiled. green eyes filled with infatuation as she looked up at him, cheeks turning red as she couldn’t help but react in awe. “that was beautiful!” she gushed, “you’re beautiful!” 

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——— meet the arendelle’s ( & værge’s ).

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la ville de l'amour — the only phrase anna actually bothered to learn aside from the random everyday stuff like bonjour and merci. the hopeless romantic was in heaven, literal heaven as she walked down the streets to what could have resembled the set of a romance movie; twinkling lights that lit the evening sky painted in pink and purple hues. the doe eyed couples that walked down the street together hands intertwined with one another only made her that much more determined to find her one true love in the most romantic city on earth. 

with her head in the clouds, she wandered through the streets of paris. going nowhere yet going somewhere: in the direction that would lead her to have her fairytale moment. at least that’s what she was focused on as she failed to realize she was heading straight toward the person walking the opposite direction as her. something she didn’t become aware of until she stumbled back .“oh my god, i’m so so so—” she paused the moment her eyes met theirs as her cheeks turned red and a sheepish grin grew on her lips, “—sorry.” she stood in awe as she covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hide the slight giggling she had been taken by. “bonjour,” she whispered, eyes twinkling as she nervously rocked herself from left to right.

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meltriton:

“Is there any way I could go to the Eiffel Tower without waiting in line?” Melody asked, looking over at the millions and millions of people that were in front of her. “At this rate, we’ll all be up there by tomorrow.”

anna sighed, a pout forming on her lips as she shook her head. “unfortunately not,” she replied. “i spent most of my day when we first got here trying to find a way to sneak in and there was no way of getting in. though — i’m totally up for trying to find a new way in if you want to try and skip the line and see if we could sneak in?” she smiled mischievously. “oh heavens no!” she groaned. “there’s so much to see here and so little time. spending an entire day here means there’s so much less to see!” she protested. 

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if heaven existed on earth, anna was pretty sure she had just walked into it. a hopeless romantic at heart, she had anxiously been waiting for this day to come. where she could roam the streets of paris, stop and smell the roses, witness the aura of romance that surrounded the city. curiosity getting the best of her as she blissfully wandered through the streets, cutting through an ally way as she found herself walking into a beautiful garden hidden behind the brick buildings that housed restaurants and boutiques. her lips parting in awe as she took her sunglasses off, admiring the beauty that surrounded her. “oh my god,” she whispered to herself — or so she thought as she failed to notice that she wasn’t actually alone.

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ericandcrsen:

It’d been years since he’d picked up his flute. It’s not that he didn’t like playing it, he just didn’t have as much time anymore. Thankfully, their trip to Barcelona gave Eric plenty of time to return to the instrument he’d grozwn up playing. Afraid that he’d be rusty, it was a pleasant surprise to find that it was just like riding a bike - forever in his muscle memory. With a smile at the corners of his lips, Eric began to play one of the first songs he learned - a folk song from Ireland. The silvery notes drifted through the salty sea air (because, of course, he was at the beach), and he was so wrapped up in the sound that he didn’t even notice a small crowd gathering nearby. 

anna was having the time of her life. not only had she traveled all the way from denmark to the us but now she was in spain. spain, of all places. never had she imagined the astra initiative would have taken her to a new place but here she was. basking under the atlantic sun as she enjoyed the commotion around her. her attention lingering to a sweet song as she curiously wandered toward it, joining the small crowd that had joined around the stranger with the flute. she clapped, gleefully enjoying the tune, admiring the pretty song. 

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thestarrattler:

Jim had never gone out of state, let alone a new country, so when he first heard they were headed to Spain, he was ecstatic. It was the place where Lexus filmed their hoverboard commercial. It was nothing like those two-wheeled scooters people called hoverboards. It was real, and there was no way he was going miss out on the opportunity of checking out that specially designed skatepark. Granted, he was in Barcelona, and the skatepark was in Cubelles. However, that wasn’t going to stop him. Googling the distance, an almost sly laugh left through his lips. It was too good. It was an hour away.

It was then he turned around without much thought, and unknowingly, he crashed into the person behind him. “Sorry about that. I didn’t see you there.”

in the past few months anna had traveled more than she had in her past twenty-two years. she wasn’t confined to the four walls of her bedroom at her aunt and uncle’s house. not only that but she suddenly found herself making friends left and right. for the first time in what seemed like forever, anna felt like she had someone to rely on. she wasn’t alone anymore. which was what made the trip to spain all the better. it meant she had friends to explore the city with and enjoy what this new adventure had to offer. or at least it would if anna stopped oversleeping and having to dash out the door in order to catch up with them. it was what she found herself doing as she fumbled to put her hair up into a messy ponytail while awkwardly hopping around with one shoe still in her hand. she was trying to multitask in order to make up for the extra hour she’d slept in. something that clearly wasn’t working for her as she felt someone stumble in front of her. a small gasp leaving her lips as she was caught off guard. she looked at the stranger with a puzzled look in her eyes, trying to process the last ten seconds. “yes .. no,” she paused, “i’m sorry. what?” 

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bjorgmank:

There’d been a tiny spark of hope in his heart that the girl would actually get up and leave. The kind of spark that lifted his spirits and put a sparkle in hid eyes and allowed some inner piece to settle. It should be noted that those side effects did not come to pass as he gave a long and tired sigh and took ahold of his mug. “You certainly are not.” Kristoff smiled, standing from his seat and getting read to leave. “I enjoy the company of dogs. Good day.”

“no, clearly,” she repeated. she gripped on her mug, fingers tightening around the ceramic handle as her gaze focused onto the stranger. the smile that formed on his face almost made her think that maybe he had had a change of heart — almost. had he just insulted her? anna blinked, shaking her head softly as she looked at him with lips parted, wanting to protest. “you don’t say?” a small smirk formed on her lips, “and by that sir, do you mean scaring them away? because i’m pretty sure their canine instinct would warn them to run the other way from you. far, far away from you.”

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bjorgmank:

Kristoff stared. He played with his mug, rolled his eyes, tapped his fingers on the table, cleared his throat and stared until she’d stopped talking and stared some more. He propped his elbow on the table and leaned his chin against his fist with a very bored gaze still intact. He gave her the courtesy of acknowledging the crowded room with a glance that would not mess up his current position and then came to the same conclusion still: that was his lonely, no company asked, meant for one– table. “Yeah, I’m good, thanks.” He spoke at last, making a very small effort into lifting his palm to signal the way out of the shop.

tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth as anna frowned. this was the second time in one day she’d encountered someone less than friendly and she had to wonder if there was something going off that was causing everyone to be so rude. his behavior made her feel uncomfortable. he didn’t need any company, message received loud and clear. she was ready to apologize and move along until he lifted his had to shoo her off. “i’m not a dog, you know,” she stated, tone slightly annoyed as remained seated. “besides, this is a public establishment. i don’t actually need your permission to sit here. and i don’t actually know you for you to be ordering me around.” was she being childish? probably. did she care? not at all. she had stubbornly decided to prove a point and she wasn’t about to let the grump in front of her win. 

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queenraina-x:

Obviously, her first interaction with another ‘astranaut’ had to be like this. It was excrutiating and she wanted to either stab her own eye out or kill the girl in front of her. The latter option seemed most favourable, but this was her first day. Surely Raina could do better than explode. “I’m not a bloody idiot. I thought perhaps there would be a seperate room for it - I do detest public bathrooms so.” 

“i never said that,” anna protested, wondering how the conversation had gone south so quickly? it was as if they were having two completely different conversations. a separate room? she thought. if there was, anna hadn’t come across it yet. what was wrong with public bathrooms? she couldn’t help but wonder. sure, the ones that were rarely clean made sense of being wary of but the ones at astra seemed decent. “no, not really. unless you use the on in your apartment? though, depending on who and if you have a roommate, that may also be questionable.”