The Fallen Prince

[puryartist]

Back to basic

[danrvinsmoke]

Well … here is a little more of my alternate universe of Hans as the sixth spirit.
The story is that Hans is chosen by the god Thor to be his incarnation on earth, for this he had to give up everything, his title, his family and his pride, as part of his transformation he will have a journey of redemption with his new friend Gutrid, a pagan girl who is the leader of the opposition against the tyrant king of the Southern Isles.
Both must work together to fulfill their purpose in life, be faithful servants of their people and help anyone who needs them.
Gutrid is the human part of Thor, she will always watch over the weak, defending them and being a compassionate and empathetic leader, she is the bearer of the hammer until Hans is completely ready to become a spirit.
Hans has to learn to mend his mistakes, seeking forgiveness from everyone who he harmed in the past, and preparing to become the divine part of Thor, the one who controls lightning to protect his people.
As part of his trip he looks for the mysterious voice that calls him, a voice that will guide him towards his teacher that will help him control his new lightning powers, which pitifully for him, turns out to be Elsa … and the truth is I don’t know what else to write about this au XD, since English is not my native language, it is difficult for me to write more, so everyone is free to write more about this au uwu … And yes, Gutrid ships Hans and Elsa so hard

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Prompt: angst

our trprompt: angstpairing: hans & elsa (elsa not featured presently in this drabble)rating: everyoneverse: a most reluctant union

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[lamotrijane]

[puryartist]

Doodles for Chaotic Duo

[gilbertstories10]

And THIS is why Disney will never make Elsa a lesbian.

I’m all for LGBTQ representation, but until countries start changing their ways and laws on homosexuality, we won’t be seeing progression anytime soon.

[princehuxwestergaurd-blog1]

Iceburns 30 day Challange

Day 5 Hanging out

“I had no clue you could sketch that well…” Elsa watched in amazement as his hand danced with the pencil over the paper. Its didn’t even seem difficult to him, every line he made was intended for something- some where light and erased after a heaver dark line was drawn near it, some where dark right off the bat. “Its lovely…”

He smiled and nuzzled her. “I had a lot of time alone when I was young. I needed something to fill the time so I started drawing on everything I could find. In my drawing I could be something of my own, create my own kingdoms.”

He stopped a moment and looked at Elsa. “I wouldn’t mind drawing you sometime. No matter how large my imagination may be, I could never come up with something as beautiful as you.”

Elsa rolled her eyes as she settled into his chest and watched him finish his sketch.

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Iceburns 30 day challange

day 4 cuddling

Hans shut his eyes after watching the Queen sleep for a few minutes and running his finger up and down her nose. She was perfect- nothing but perfection. Her weight on top of his was perfect, the temperature of her body was perfect, the fluidity of her breath was perfect, her love was beyond perfect.

He was well aware the next morning he would have to scamper out of the room before he was caught, but for now he didn’t care. He had a mark of her love and she his, and now she lay sleeping in his arms. He may have been nothing to the rest of the world but now he felt more of a King than he ever had before.

[briedanvrs-moved]

Finding Nemo (2003) // Aquaman (2018)

[abandoned-as-mustard]

This parallel is actually hysterical

[leepunzel]

Willem Dafoe was in both of those movies. 😂

[mdsrk]

"One day, the pain will make sense to you, Elsa"

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*Hanne and Elliott leaving a party. Hanne yawns into her hand, walking beside Elliott.*

Elliott, looking at his wife: Weary, dearest wife?

Hanne, lowering her hand, smirking: Quite. I am eager to get to bed, so that I may take off this dress and crawl beneath the sheets.

Elliott, chuckling softly: To sleep, then?

Hanne, still smirking: Sleep is not what I had in mind...

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“You,” Hans said, pulling the covers up to Julia’s shoulders, “are my greatest story.” He gently smoothed out the covers’ trim, smiling softly, vulnerably, as he added, “My greatest story come to life.”

Julia giggled, her smile sleepy, her eyes drooping, but nonetheless twinkling. Hans had never thought in his wildest, most magic-filled dreams that he could have ever been capable of being responsible for something so beautiful as Julia. So beautiful, and so precious.

“I’m your only story come to life, Father,” Julia reminded the former prince.

Hans chuckled. “That’s right. And do you remember what that story is?”

Julia wrinkled her nose. “The Snow Queen.”

Hans shook his head. “Proof that Hans Westergaard Has a Heart.”

Julia’s smile was warm as it spread across her mouth, loose in its sleepiness. “Queen Elsa…” she let out a tiny yawn. “…said the same thing.”

Surprise entered Hans’s mind. “Oh?”

Julia’s cheek rubbed against her pillow as she nodded shortly, eyes finally drifting shut.

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But instead of turning into a frozen statue, Hans remained as he was. Elsa and Annna stared at the man, eyes wide, mouths open in shock, as the ice remained inert, simply clinging to the former prince.

“What’s happening?” Hans asked, eyes still squeezed shut.

“Uh,” Anna was the first to speak. “I think…nothing’s happening.”

“What?” Hans’s eyes opened, startled emeralds staring in incredulity. He looked down at his body, eyes scanning for any signs of frozen limbs, and was all the more incredulous when he found none. His eyes focused on the ice still sticking to his arm. While it felt cold, it did not feel dangerous, the way Elsa’s magic had felt that fateful night, years ago, up in her ice palace in the mountains.

Rather, it felt…quite bothersome.

Narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brow, Hans shook his afflicted arm, ginger eyebrows rising, stunned, when the ice detached from the skin, and fell to the ground. It shattered upon contact with the tiles, scattering into pieces that ended up at both Elsa’s and Anna’s feet.

The sisters stared at the ice shards, before lifting their heads, both blue eyes wide. They turned to one another, the words leaving their mouths at the same exact time:

“He’s immune.”

[favatrice]

me saving my ships from bad writers

[defyinggravity-elsa-rp]

((Me stealing Helsa from Lee and Buck.))

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☝️🤣👍

And unless they agree to make it canon, they can’t use either of them in Frozen media, nor can they ruin their characters any further.

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“So you need a new conduit,” Hans hollered over the storm. His eyes were focused upon the fallen form of his daughter. Snow continued rising from her slowly fading body, while a tearful Elsa tried to force her magic into the little girl’s body, desperately trying to keep the storm from stealing the snowmaid away.

Hans’s chest tightened painfully, the connection between himself and Julia slowly ebbing. He grit his teeth, a half-growl rising from his throat, and he finally turned to the ice witch. Ice clung innocently to his red cheeks, the destructive magic losing its purpose as it met the nullifying force beneath Hans’s skin.

“Take me!” the man demanded, emerald eyes wild. “Make me your conduit!”

Ice danced at Ingrid’s fingertips, her blue eyes going wide at what the former prince was asking. Her magic thrummed excitedly within her bones, already yearning for its new conductor. It longed to suck the life from the man’s body, and fill the empty shell thereafter with its power.

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“He calls you ‘Snowflake’,” Julia whispered not-so-quietly.

Elsa’s eyebrows rose. “Oh?”

Hans sighed from his desk. “What prattle are you telling her, Julia?”

“Nothing,” Julia replied sweetly. She turned back to Elsa and rolled her eyes, giving a slight indicative jerk of her head in her father’s direction. Elsa tried to not giggle at the child’s antics, lest she encourage more mischief from the little snowmaid.

“Well, it doesn’t sound like nothing,” Hans groused. But he remained at his desk, his pen still moving. Elsa was somewhat impressed that the former prince could maintain his task without pause, given the distractions which Elsa and Julia posed.

“You’re imagining things, again, Father.”

“I don’t think I am, Snowdrop.”

Elsa cleared her throat slightly, interrupting the little word skirmish between father and daughter. “Perhaps we should go and give your father some quiet, Julia…”

“No, no.” Hans put down his pen and turned half-way around in his chair, facing Elsa and Julia. “Julia still has an hour left to finish her afternoon reading.” His expression was stern and his tone authoritative, leaving little leeway for argument.

Julia let out a groan, long and dramatic, dropping her arms at her sides. It reminded Elsa of Anna’s reactions to her own studies when they were children. Though Elsa had maintained her distance from Anna, the young princess’s distaste for her studies had been audible.

“Yes, Father,” the snowmaid grumbled, folding her arms against her chest and dropping her shoulders. She turned to Elsa briefly, giving the Queen a tiny “sorry”, before she then returned to her desk, dragging her feet all the while. Little lines of snow were left behind wherever her feet had stepped.

Hans gave a resigned sigh when he saw the snow, shaking his head. “It’s only an hour more, Snowdrop,” he reminded her. “Once you’re finished, you can go play.”

Like her father had, Julia sighed. “Yes, Sir.”

[he-le124]

"I belong here."

Will she... Ever make up her mind about where she belongs?

[mam-te-moc]

No

[defyinggravity-elsa-rp]

((She belongs in Arendelle with her family, not in the woods with people she just met.))

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