Imagine Dragons - Monster (also some other songs)
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((Actually, that is one of the songs I listen to when writing posts ;D))
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Imagine Dragons - Monster (also some other songs)
SEND ME A SONG THAT REMINDS YOU OF MY MUSE!!
((Actually, that is one of the songs I listen to when writing posts ;D))
Some things never change.
Send me a song that reminds you of my muse!!
"Elsaaaaa... I brought you chocolate!"
"Well, thank you, Kristoff," she replied, taking the gift. Suddenly the Queen paused, raising a brow towards the ice harvester. "What do you want?"
warm voice of Kristoff :-)
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reblog john c. reilly singing on SIGHT
GUYS. This is the voice actor for Wreck-it Ralph. IT’S RALPH.
If you haven’t imagined Ralph singing this you’re lying
Hans is snapped out of his thoughts when Elsa speaks up “huh?!” He shakes his head “I uh sorry… I guess I’m just a little out of it” he smiles sheepishly. He blinks a few times trying to remember what she had asked. “Uh right you said something about dinner” he sighs closing his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry” he opens them “could you repeat yourself?” ‘First she thinks you bluntly asked to sleep with her now she probably thinks you got bored with her talking. Great job Hans you really are a winner’
"I’m sorry, could you repeat yourself?" Hans asked, seemingly frustrated with his own spaciness.
Elsa couldn’t help but roll her eyes, smirking. Under different circumstances, she might have been a bit perturbed that he hadn’t been listening, but considering that one he did have quite a few wounds on his person and two he had confessed his feelings to her earlier, she was bit more forgiving than usual.
"I asked if you would like either a maid or myself to bring you dinner later because you are rather tired," she repeated, smirking in a silent tease. A part of her couldn’t shake the feeling that it was something more than that, but Elsa was known for being too sensitive. She was probably just making it up.
Hans was glad she didn’t push questions like “why are you so out of it even though you were fine earlier?”. He was even more relieved she didn’t seem to be suspicious at all. He grins “now why would I want a maid to bring me food when the lovely queen of arendelle has offered?” He Inwardly sighs, happy that his charm is back. He continuous to smile “as long as it’s not to big of a hassle I would love it if you brought me dinner. Perhaps we could dine in here so you aren’t just watching me eat. We could move over the desk and chair closer to the bed” he suggests.
"As you wish, Your Highness," she replied, smiling softly. She was glad to see him coming around again. Hopefully the time between now and dinner would give him even more time to recuperate.
"Now, if you’ll excuse, I do have some business to attend to," she continued, giving the Prince a shallow bow. "Please get some rest."
Hans didn’t even try to hide the disappointment on his face. “Oh, alright. Good luck with work,you majesty” he thinks for a moment and speaks up again before Elsa can leave “so was that a yes to my proposal of dinning in here?” He asks hopefully with a slight smile and a raised eyebrow.
Elsa smiled with a nod in thanks before making her way to the exit.
"So was that a yes to my proposal of dining in here?"
Smiling, she looked over her shoulder at Hans. "Of course."
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A few hours later, Elsa knocked gently on the man's door before entering quietly to make sure the man wasn't asleep.
"Hey beauty, happy new year." Ralph smiled, placing his hands behind his back. "Man, i wish you were around when it happened! It was a pretty crazy night. But enough about that, how are you?"
The Queen smiled softly up at the breaker. “And a Happy New Year to you too, Mr. Break-It.” Taking a step closer to him, she continued, “I am fine, but… What happened last night that was so crazy?”
((No, no I respect limits. We can either fade to black or just have Ralph roll off and they cuddle/talk/etc.))
"Maybe," she replied, smirking at his comment. Given the noises she was just making, it was pretty obvious that was her weak spot. Tilting her head to the side, she smiled. "And where’s your weak spot, Mr. Break-It?"
[[Eh, i think maxium i’ll go is kissing and what happened after the deed was done so…this is alright, i guess?]]
"My ear." The breaker replied, tapping his ear lightly. "Don’t nibble on it, i’ll make the weirdest noise." But by the look on her face, she was probably planning on doing it. "Oh no you don’t!" Ralph rolled off before she even had a chance to get closer. "Nice try, Frosty!" The bad guy smirked, placing his hands behind his head.
A devious grin curled Elsa’s mouth at that juicy tidbit of information, but Ralph decided to roll of then before the Queen could go in for the attack. Pouting, the blonde rolled next to the breaker, resting her chin on his broad shoulders. “You’re no fun,” she mumbled.
"I’m a bad guy, I’m not supposed to be fun." The breaker replied with a smirk. "Problem, your majesty?" Ralph chuckled at her pouting, was he enjoying this? Oh yes, he enjoyed it a lot. "Cute faces won’t help, i’m not letting you nibble on my ear! You’re just gonna have to get there by force."
The Queen didn't respond immediately, but she did continue to pouting up at Ralph. Of course, having him tell her that her tactic was a failure caused her gaze to switch to an unamused glare. "Oh, don't you worry, Mr. Break-It," she began, the threat in her voice hammed up for effect, "I'm a bad guy too. I know how to plot, to wait for the perfect moment to strike." Rolling onto her back, Elsa folded her hands over her stomach, smirking. "You'll never see it coming."
How Hans affected Frozen fans..
During the movie:
After the movie:
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Are you new here? [College!AU]
One could practically feel the heat waves radiating off the side walk. Elsa was never much of a summer person, and of course, the one thing she forgot to bring when packing up for college? Sunglasses. It was bad enough that she could feel her skin sizzling as she trekked across campus, but she had to keep her eyes fixated on the ground to avoid scorching them too.
Holding her folder to her side, she hurried, trying to get to her destination as quickly as possible. The blonde let out a soft “Omfph” as she collided with the man with his phone out. “I’m so sorry!,” she cried, running a hand through her bangs. Crouching down, she helped gather us the music sheets that scattered upon impact. “Please, you don’t have to-” she insisted, feeling terrible that he was cleaning up her mess. Sighing, she took the sheet she collected, stuffing them back into her folder. “Thank you-” Looking up at the person, she came up blank for a name. (Of course, this wasn’t surprising. Elsa would be lucky to name ten other students on campus.) “I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.”
Kristoff smiled and helped her pick up her music sheets, and handed them back to her. Kristoff noticed other freshmen staring in horror, expecting the worst, because they’d all seen the movies dramatizing freshmen getting picked on by the upperclassmen; however exaggerated, and completely untrue. Kristoff stood up and helped her up.
Kristoff smiled, “It was my fault, what kind of person texts and walks without looking?” he laughed softly. Soon enough the other freshmen went about their own business; almost stunned that the upperclassman didn’t make her life a living hell. “Kristoff,” he replied simply, “and what’s your name?” he inquired. Of course it was almost a surprise for him, he was after all, the star quarterback for the football team. However, he hid his surprise and quickly asked another question, “Music notes? Do you happen to have jazz band or something?”
Elsa was feeling rather awkward. All of these people staring -- it wasn't her ideal situation to be in. She was trying to work on becoming more social, but, well, it was a work in progress. "Elsa," the blonde replied, forcing a polite smile before shuffling the papers around in her folder, dusting the dirt off of them. She was about to excuse herself when this man, Kristoff, asked her what the music was for. "Oh," she began exclaiming softly, "No, I'm auditioning. For the acapella group. I was going to go practice. I'm a senior, so I don't have many chances left to get in."
"You're rambling. Stop it," she chastised herself mentally. "Sorry, um..." She really needed to go practice, but she did promise herself that she would try to put herself out there this year. This was as good of an opportunity as any.
Her mind ran as her fingers did the same through her bangs. What did that article about being outgoing say? Ask questions? Yes, people like to talk about themselves! "So... do you do anything around campus?" she asked, quietly, hoping it was a decent thing to ask.
Have a Hans looking at da booty