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[[ Quick update! I've been dealing with housing stuff the past few days, and moving into my new apartment today/continuing tomorrow. So not dead! Just busy with living and back to school things! Writing will pick up most likely by Wednesday! ]]
heres a transparent ice chandelier
Frozen + Scenerygasm
Elsa’s castle + color by emotion
{ + 7 Snow Queens on the Mountain }
"Probably someone I shouldn’t have just snowballed."
[splat] Jack again. He laughed loudly at the snow covered Queen, arms around his stomach.
Elsa supposed she could have fallen back on some sort of regal indignation, or at least made a show of it, but the chance for revenge was too sweet a possibility. She drew her modest snowball out, then touched the wet mess on her head. Instead of taking snow from the air around her she decided to use his ammunition against him- the entire amount of snow floated to join the snowball before gracefully dumping itself all over the young man.
Pressing a hand delicately to her lips, she replied dryly, "Probably."
{ + 7 Snow Queens on the Mountain }
"The perfect snowball isn’t hard nor flat, but just —" [splat] “— right!”
"-Did you just-" Apparently he had, if the cold mess of snow clinging to her hair was any indication. Elsa brushed it neatly away with her hand, a smile quirking at her lips.
"I have to assume that you don't know who I am." Her expression remained cool but behind her back a snowball formed in her palm, perfectly round and packed just so.
Kristelsa » The cold never bothered them anyway. (Part 2)
This gifset is a follow up / an expansion of this gifset! As I mentioned there, I like to think that Elsa and Kristoff grew up together - and Kristoff always knew about her powers since the troll incident. This time around, Elsa decides to sneak out of the castle and practice her magic in the woods - and then runs into Kristoff. She’s worried she’ll hurt him, but he only tells her how much he loves her powers, and that “Ice is my life!” So every time she sneaks out, she helps him tend to the ice; and sometimes, he takes her up to see the North Mountain.
As they grow older, Queen duties overrule playtime so they don’t see each other as often, but she’s gotten so good at sneaking out that she even got to see him on her coronation day! “You must really wanna see me, Ice Queen.” (shot for unoriginal nickname) And finally, during the party, the rest of Arendelle discovers her abilities. And when she runs off, Kristoff knows exactly where she plans to go.
Atop the North Mountain - he almost doesn’t recognize her. Golden white hair that was always so perfectly intact now shaped her face - a beautiful braid tossed over her shoulder. It reminded him a lot of when she was a kid. Even the way she walked seemed different - it was a lot more carefree; and despite the surrounding ice, her smile was a whole lot warmer. He asks her why she ran - why she doubted her ability to control her powers after all this time. She said no one believed in her. He said he did.
And in the heart-warming tags of bealeeve-me, all this time, Kristoff has “understood how beautiful her ice work was. He found beauty in the place where other people only found fear. He gets her.”
Frozen credits: ❆ | ❆❆ | ❆❆❆ | ❆❆❆❆ | ❆❆❆❆❆
[ anna’s smiling ear to ear, bounding nimbly back and forth, slashing at the air with her nonexistent sword. this is exciting — like an adventure! she can be kind of a hero, like the ones in the stories in the library! no one’s allowed to be roaming around the castle at this time of night. she can catch the intruder! granted, she’s not allowed to be roaming the castle at this time of night, either, but that’s not important. ]
❝Show yourself, villain!❞
[ she’s completely abandoned the attempt at an authoritative tone; there’s laughter in her voice now as she plays the role of the dashing hero, swinging her arm back and forth as though battling an invisible foe with her equally invisible sword. she’s not even quite sure what ‘villain’ means. she just remembers someone saying it in a story she read. ]
[ but when the voice of the unknown figure responds, she stops jumping around, stops pretending to sword-fight; her arm falls to her side, and she tilts her head to the side curiously. her first thought is that it’s mama. it sounds a little bit like her. and if mama found her, she’d tell her to go to bed. but why would mama hide behind a suit of armor? that doesn’t make sense. and besides, mama’s voice isn’t quite so high, so young. and she always sounds so strong and sure when she talks. this person doesn’t. ]
[ there aren’t very many other people in the castle. the maids are taller and have older voices. tutor certainly has a much older voice. gurda isn’t as little as the hiding figure, and again, the voice is wrong. and kai and the guards are all boys. the hiding person is a girl. ]
[ with no other options, she’s left to come to the inevitable conclusion. and when she thinks about it, it’s right. the voice is different than she remembers it — almost three years older, she supposes. something hovering between mama’s voice and the voice she’d immediately recognize. or maybe it’s just been so long since she’s heard it, really heard it, that she just wouldn’t recognize it at all. ]
[ her eyes widen, her pursed little mouth dropping open, and she cautiously treads towards the girl’s hiding spot. ]
❝Elsa?❞
Elsa could almost see Anna in her mind, all smiles and eyes brighter than the lights that shone overhead some winter nights. Happy to be out while the rest of the castle was sleeping, parroting words from story books and dramas. In another world, Elsa might be tagging along- or, most likely, dragged behind to explore the halls and get into as much mischief as they could.
It couldn't be that way. There was a reason that things had to be the way they were. She had tried to keep things that way as much as she could; if her father found out she could not imagine the disappointment she'd see in his mind. Elsa had likely made things worse; surely there must have been another path back to her room. She should have slipped away, made her escape.
Hearing Anna called her name nearly broke her heart. For its presence, but also for the way it sounded like a question. Everything about her sister had been permanently ingrained in her memory: the way she looked when she was excited, the sound of her voice through every mood, how she rarely slept and delighted in shoving her way into Elsa's bed. But Anna had been much younger than her and it wasn't as if Elsa had spoken to much in the time they'd been apart. She should have expected the pause, the silence.
Elsa edged delicately against the wall, further from the edge and into the shadows. She tried to make her footsteps as quiet as possible, worrying at every step that she might accidentally spread ice against the floor. When it didn't happen she still felt as if cold was spreading to her legs.
Now that she'd already said something, she had no choice but to answer again. "-Anna." The name felt heavy on her lips, "You're going to get in trouble. You need to go back to your room."
A sympathetic smile widened on Anna’s face seeing her older sister so flushed, and she felt her hope widen as she took a spot beside her sister to help out. When Elsa asked her if she had been awoken by her antics in the kitchen, she was taken by surprise. Brushing her hair back behind her ear she shrugged.
"Nah," Waving her hand dismissively, she looked away from her older sister’s gaze and into the chaotic bowl of batter, picking up a smudge with her finger and taste-testing it. Wow, she need’s help. Anna thought, but she had to give her sister some credit, this was one of her first times baking.
"I’ve been up for hours, it’s fine Elsa." She said, trying to reassure her sister. She pulled up one of the huge drawer’s and grabbed a large wooden spoon. "Enough worrying," She said, bumping her sister on the shoulder. "Let’s bake some cookies."
Elsa searched her sister's face to see if she was lying. But even if that was the case, she still couldn't help but be glad for her presence. She shifted, holding her arm gently as she smiled at her sister. If she had woken her, she could chalk it up to revenge for years of it being the other way around when they were children. That was a thought she didn't mind entertaining in the least.
Smile growing a little wider, Elsa laughed as Anna brushed against her shoulder. It was instinct to flinch away but she stifled the urge, grateful for the contact. Even if they both then turned to the half-frosted, runny mess in the bowl on the counter.
"Yes- let's." Elsa let Anna take the spoon- and take charge as she hung back. "I never really could before because-" The flush returned slightly and she tried to pay it no heed as she skipped over the explanation, not necessarily wanting to bring up mention of her lack of control, "-And we've always had someone to do it anyway. Have you baked before?"
[ anna can’t sleep. this isn’t that uncommon an occurrence — since she spends most of her days wandering the halls of the castle trying to find something fun to do, or stuck with her tutor, rather than running around and playing, she still has plenty of energy when bedtime arrives. not to mention the fact that, although it’s been a few years, she’s still not used to sleeping in her room alone. ]
[ normally she just tosses and turns in her bed until she finally manages to fall asleep. sometimes she gets up and plays by herself in her room — acting out scenes with her dolls, trying to create sloppy makeshift tents with her blankets which inevitably collapse atop her, pulling her dresses from the wardrobe and lumping them together and pretending to build snowmen with them. but tonight it’s been hours since bedtime and she’s still so awake and so bored, so at last, she just sneaks out. ]
[ she’d be in so much trouble if mama and papa found out, but for some reason that just makes it all the more fun. she runs through the halls in her nightgown, her feet falling softly against the wooden floors. she twirls through the ballroom, pretending to be dancing with a handsome stranger who she names aleksander. she slides down the spiraling banister, grinning uncontrollably but managing to stifle her giggles in the interest of being sneaky — but unfortunately, the floorboards give a rather loud creak when her little bare feet hit them as she lands. ]
[ she immediately leaps behind the banister — a horrible hiding place, but she doesn’t have many options) when she hears someone else moving around, but rather than one of the guards come to take her back upstairs to her room, all she sees is a small figure ducking out of sight. instantly the grin is back on her face; she extends an arm as though holding a sword, advancing with her back straight and her head high. ]
❝Halt!❞
[ she’s trying to adopt the controlling tone that the voices of the castle guards carry, but it isn’t working very well; she’s just too small, and her voice too high and sweet. ]
❝Who goes there?❞
The moment she heard her nighttime follower call out, Elsa's already rapid heartbeat began to slam almost painfully hard in her chest. She clenched her hands tighter together, eyes squeezed shut and lips clamped together. No matter how much time had passed, she would never not recognize that voice.
Anna.
It seemed that her sister was just as lively, just as prone to rule-breaking as she had ever been. In a way it warmed her, to hear the laughter echoing down the empty halls and bouncing off the hard, cold suits of armor. But that only drove the fear and pain more deeply. She sounded so happy and Elsa wanted to be happy too. And she was, in some way. Her sister's voice was the one thing that kept her tethered to the world each day. Those brief moments when she urged her to come out and play strengthened her resolve to keep quiet, to conceal.
Elsa dared a glance down at her hands. No ice had made its way outside of the fabric, but she could feel it clinging to her fingers and pressing against the insides of the cloth. She bit her lip and turned her head away, towards the edge of the wall she hid behind.
Anna knew that she was there. She had seen her- would she leave if Elsa said nothing? Or would she pursue the matter further? She could imagine the scene if it were the latter, imagine Anna within arm's reach, close enough to touch. It would be- more than Elsa ever hoped for.
And it would end in disaster.
For a moment she wasn't sure if she could get her voice to work. Her throat felt tight and suddenly dry.
"-It's late. Go to bed." As much as she tried to make herself sound commanding, her sister's sweet and optimistic tone cut right through her and it sounded quiet and weak.
Even cloaked by darkness, Elsa still trembled; nerves were not easily soothed, especially not exposed as she was outside of her room. She kept close to the walls as she made her way down the hallway from her room. If it wasn't purely out of necessity she wouldn't have left her self-imposed isolation but the evening had not been an easy one; her panic had a tendency to rise and fall and earlier it had flared to the point where she hadn't been sure she could control herself even long enough to eat dinner.
With the rest of the castle asleep, she had only one chance to take leftovers from the kitchens. Gerda had offered to bring the food up to her but the thought of even opening her door during the waking hours drove the fear even higher. She had to do this alone. It was the only way.
She had very nearly reached her destination when the floorboards gave a sharply telltale creak behind her. Elsa's pulse shot into her throat and she fumbled, darting around the corner and ducking behind a suit of armor. Inside her glove her hand shook; she pressed it against her chest and tried to stay silent, hoping that whoever else was there wouldn't notice her.
«Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting, Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear. Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, And I say… it’s all right.»
"Love will thaw. Love… Of course. Love!"
