of frost;

Where the North wind meets the sea, there's a river full of memory. Sleep, my darling, safe and sound; for in this river, all is found.

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                         𝐼𝑛 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒..                                   𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

written by 𝑉𝐴𝐿𝐾𝑌𝑅𝐼𝐸 (she/her/29).                                                                                                  𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

PSD CREDIT: X

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To anyone who might still be around, this blog will be getting revamped and an overhaul. ♥

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I already feel just that much lighter being on this blog. It’s so neat and not cluttered.

[queen0fcool]

by @germanpotatoart on twitter

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Goodness, me. I miss this account so much.

[tvandfilm]

Frozen II (2019)

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Hi everyone! I know it’s been some time since I’ve been on this blog in particular, but with the holidays right around the corner I thought I could make a tiny comeback. I hope everyone’s been well!

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𝑷𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆! Goodness it’s been quite a bit since I’ve been able to be on. I hope everyone’s been well! I should be able to get through some drafts and whatnot soon. 

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I’m not sure who all is familiar with FF lore but here’s the link to my OC if anyone is interested.

[disneyfilms]

The cold never bothered me anyway.

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I’m not sure who all is familiar with FF lore but here’s the link to my OC if anyone is interested.

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So! I’ll most likely be remaking my icons for my OC today. I owe soooo much on that blog but I’ll be lurking here. And hopefully I’ll share a meme soon. Otherwise I’ve only got a couple things I owe!

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what the crap why didn’t anyone tell me that Barbara was absolutely adorable???

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𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒑! Phew! I replied to everything I owed and all the one-liners are done. My inbox is empty, my drafts are empty. Anywho! It’s time for me to get some shut eye. Feel free to send me asks about Elsa, or just unprompted things for our muses! I’ll be sharing a new meme some time tomorrow so keep an eye out for it. Goodnight, everyone. Much love! ♥

[isensnade-a]

𝒐𝒃𝒊;

“Wow, even get my own room. Your Majesty you treat me far too well.” He was teasing, but an underlying tone conveyed true appreciation to the ideal. Having spent many nights in excessively poor conditions, a place of actual home meant the world/or worlds, to Obi. “That sounds perfect. Thank you Elsa.” Using her name rather than the teasing form of ‘Your Majesty’ as he often would. Always respecting her position but for Young Man from a much different place, it was always humorous for him to use the terms. 

“However, I’ll still gladly teach you some of my own tricks. What’s the point in meeting someone with similar abilities if we can’t share notes.” He pointed out before he would get up too his feet. “Also It will only be fair that if you ever needed a vacation away, you can come to my world if you so please. Though….slight possibilities you might be a fictional character there. I ran into that before and uhh. It get complicated real quick but, you will usually be considered a ‘Cosplayer’ Which is….an entirely different can of worms we can go over my time here if you’d like.” 

          𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 brings her pause albeit of singular comical moment. Where the gaze flits to && fro, ever curiously, as though searching his disposition for signs of jest && yet there is naught. A low, thoughtful hum bordering condescension to the ways of his realm ensues all the while that she would dare draw nearer if only to coax him along in adequate && cordial guidance. Even if she knows well that he is more than capable of carrying himself along in calculated footfalls && steps nigh more precise than that of her own with eyes unmarred. A simple hand upon the shoulder. Though his gratefulness is taken in the midst of humbled smile all the while.            “That sounds.. interesting. But, anyway--I see nothing wrong in cross-referencing our abilities.” It comes with the breath of a laugh. Humored, though minimally. The thoughts that yet course therein are a multitudinous array of uncharted possibilities. There are none that she has had the opportunity to train with, her abilities more crippling than crutch ‘round those who are blessed of normalcy && mundanity. “I look forward to it.”

[isensnade-a]

𝒌𝒖𝒂𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒈;

❄️ || It is hard to describe heartbreaking loss to someone who has never experienced it, impossible to explain all the ways it had changed Kuai Liang down to his blueprint. But for those who have, not a single word is needed. The cryomancer’s entrusted loyalty and discipline is primal and primordial; it’s much more radiant and picturesque than the fuchsia funnels breaking out of the crabapple tree, more than the nature’s almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving their ground-ink blossoms to the slate sky of spring rains. He is no stranger to delirious loneliness, but God, he must confess; it doesn’t feel good at all. How he still desperate yearns for the unpredictable world to shed him a little light, pull him out of this cold, suffocating dark place that he is suppose to call “home”. Every day is like living a lie, and he doesn’t want to keep consuming fear, and coaxed tautness and tenseness that comes from his survivalist’s instincts. 

These painfully human vulnerabilities bound his shared earthly sting and burn over the ageless spirit sphere no whisper; for multitudes of blister does this hardened skin under the dome of relentless fear; to flow unstaunched, eternal shelters lie unfulfilled in shaded lies, as the stifling bonfire of his own fevered passion permeates in and through him, burning him hotter than wildfire, as Kuai Liang would continue his grueling journey towards a return to the strange idea of continuous living, as soon, the soft, melancholic moon would leave the slate gray of the skies behind. Every blade of moonlight reflecting the light and splendor of the nonexistent sun as Kuai Liang would offer Queen Elsa the same magnanimous, comforting air and cautious gaze upon the repressed withdrawal of her unreciprocated intrigue.  “I sense brambled unease about you, Queen Elsa, I humbly discern that such awakened cryomancy unfurling at your will had not been the privilege you had amidst Arendelle.” 

Perhaps their solitude is shared; for one is identified to one’s self and one’s duty. They both are well-respected leaders that present themselves and prides in their graceful regality. As a ray of light shines on him, its barest warmth grazing and clinging his face, Kuai Liang senses that the repressed fear will dissipate, and the gray uncertainty will fade. He has always regarded the bump in the road towards development and betterment is just a minor worry compared to the adventure miles away. No shared enemies will dare fathom to chain him and cause his thawed heart to crumble apart with uncertainty. “My accommodations are much grandeur and affluent than I have ever imagined, so I express my sincere gratitude for bestowing such an honor and appreciation.” Soulful gaze unfurls from the covered tenebrous shadows of his exquisitely crafted mask, as his defiant expression melting its tautness as he offers a congenial smile. “I am rather curious to why such dark vessels of evil specifically targeted Arendelle’s guards, to turn them into murderous and vicious cyborgs.” ❄️ || I

          𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 for the chill is instant whilst warmth must permeate the layers of flesh && dig deep to grace marrow; the cold is quick, relentless. All-encompassing without effort. A profoundness in the presence of professionalism rings abundant in unprecedented fluidity akin coursing rivers. The veins of the planet, roots that reach out to drink of their sustenance so that the cycle && never-ending circle of life may yet yield endlessly && tirelessly. A cycle that is no less vicious than that of the invocation of fear that has long since made a home in her pores && dampened the stability of her psyche if only for her own means. The influence such regality may hold upon her people is not so easy a thing to be swayed; they believe in her leadership && think highly of capabilities wrought at fingertips. But the topic at hand is no conversation peace she dabbles in at ease. Still so bittersweet a construct, the acceptance of it as a whole. Moreover the actuality that it resides as common knowledge among the locals. Habitually she remains hushed, still yet.            “While my kingdom has come to know what I’m capable of.. I suppose at oft times, I find myself struggling to put words to my thoughts on the matter.” An idle muse, nothing more nor less. Conversational continuity is held upon the precipice of knowing integrity. Precognition is no necessary thing to assume that he, too, has experienced the loneliness of the cold && the biting frost that nips without end at apples of cheeks && tips of fingers. Ensnaring the senses && gorging on the entirety of moment’s lost to time. How often has she lost herself to thoughts of the what if? Mystifying prowess had once brought with it aching ardor && a lack of control. && a queen without control is no queen that should ever hold the throne, lest the kingdom under her protection crumble beneath the weight of everlasting uncertainty && self-loathing at any harm these hands have done. “It wasn’t so long ago when my powers nearly consumed me.”            A confession yielded on the rambling of breath to stranger. For but an instance it brings her pause && regal tendencies pursue the tip of her tongue in haste to hush it && draw back the presence of aught else that might be said in regard to her shortcomings. Perhaps this is but her humanity rearing its head once more to remind her that the blood coursing through her veins is no fantasy && fiction is not scrawled across alabastrine flesh. Reality is the harshness of serrated edge && it will relentlessly rake itself through flesh && rend until it has devoured life && limb whole. && so, she reserves herself to the listless clear of throat if only to revive vocals && prepare the transition to his reasoning && purpose of being here. Crown shifts && frigid oculi befall he in tandem. Sincerity amidst gaze && honesty at the behest of reflexive choice.            “We’ve yet to determine what truly happened that day. That’s why you are here. Contracting your skills so that we might find a resolution to put this treachery to rest.”

[isensnade-a]

𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌;

Transient  was  the  season  by  which  they  were  blessed  ,  and  yet  it  would  seem  that  time  did  not  trouble  them  .  Nay  ,  it  appeared  a  world  of  their  own  formed  amid  such  profound  connection  ,  one  in  which  kindred  spirits  thrived  in  the  company  of  another  .  Betwixt  space  and  time  did  he  venture  (  always  the  curious  one  )  to  the  northern  lands  ,  Arendelle  appearing  a  quaint  kingdom  ,  though  proving  to  host  it’s  own  unique  brand  of  magic  within  it’s  borders  .  Said  magic  —-  born  of  cold  and  winter  air  ,  belonging  to  a  certain  individual  for  whom  he  would  continuously  return  .

      Familiar  is  the  laugh  that  echoes  in  the  air  ,  signaling  his  presence  .

A  near  perfect  vault  !  Aided  in  flight  by  ever  present  winds  ,  he  floats  above  the  balcony  ,  looking  all  the  world  like  a  natural  specter  as  he  did  so  with  an  ease  (  if  not  carelessness  )  of  loose  shoulders  and  a  wry  grin  ,  even  a  glint  of  mischief  within  true  blue  hues.  His  namesake  flourishes  in  floral-like  ferns  which  trail  down  the  grooves  of  gnarled  staff  resting  in  the  crook  of  one  shoulder  .

                  ❛  Hey  there  ,  your  majesty  .  ❜

          𝑱𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 && 𝒔𝒉𝒆 is a woman reduced to an excitability evident in the clasping of own hands. Rows of enamel are freed from beyond stained lips && with it the totality of her glee. Sentient beings && kindred spirits blessed of winter ward. Beauteous; reflections against the ice of chosen for winter’s dominion. The very flakes that dust && the powder that blankets the lands, an all-encompassing actuality born in the breast of those chosen. && in one another, the contagion in their midst is the happiness swelling like unbridled storm in togetherness. The very laugh that is carried upon wind dances through her ears like a melody long since memorized.            “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show, Jack Frost.” His name is the singsong of her woes fluttering to naught && away from the heart. A cataclysmic reckoning that floods the psyche with positivity && wipes it clean of worriment. The kingdom beyond is claimed by slumber && yet she can hardly be bothered to surrender to linen. Thoughts abundant fill the mind, questions galore that he has always held answers for. All the curiosity in the realms && those beyond could so easily be sated on winter’s cusp. && here he is, the harbinger of destined chill against bones && she’s never felt warmer.