(Kristoff the Prince of Arendelle roleplaying blog) A trail of ice through the forest. A run with Sven and several moments of penetrating silence. A small gust of wind blew my hair so it pressed into my forehead and I could feel the strands of blond waving against the tip of my ears. I blinked a few times so the wind wouldn't catch my eyes. I could feel fear in the air--whether it was my own or that of the family of four in the field ahead of me I was never sure of. That night I remember vividly. That was a night I will never forget. That night gave me what I needed to know to help the love of my life survive what might have been the worst few days of her lifetime. She might never know what I saw that night, but I know now that it was worth it to follow that ice trail. I know now that everything that I've done had a purpose; I went through everything so I could save Anna. I would do it all over again if it meant I could save her in any way. She truly has my heart...though I'd probably never say that out loud. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I track the tag #kristoffprince. I role-play a Kristoff that has either been married to, engaged to, or dating Anna (the latter two occurring long enough for him to live in the castle). However, this is easily changed based on the partner's or my preference for the sake of the thread. I go by almost any ship but prefer disney-related ones as I am more familiar with those plots. I follow writing style so the thread is fairly consistent. I prefer bolded quotes, but any style works. My main Anna is daughterofxxfire and a link to her page can be found below (though I do write with other Annas as well). I do not have a main Elsa, Hans, Sven, or Olaf. If I forget to respond, PLEASE DO MESSAGE ME. I love RP-ing and I will respond to any thread. If there's no response, you've likely received a message from me (most likely with the reason as to why I've stopped--this has not happened much, though). I am open to any style of RP-ing from fluff to NSFW, but let me know if takes that route so I can be prepared. FEEL FREE TO SEND ME STARTERS. I'M AN OPEN PERSON. I LIKE PROMPTS. DO IT :)!
I have to get up early tomorrow and I have to head to sleep! I'm sorry I haven't been on much lately and I'm really trying to change that! I know that I'm mid-thread with a few of you and I'm definitely going to keep that going. You all know who you are and I have you all saved in my mind! Good night all and thank you for being so patient with me!
"Elsa," Kristoff said, his face reddening with anger. "You told Anna that you'd be there. This is the third time and she's crying in her room because of you." His hands were balled into stark white fists as he stood in front of her shut door. "You can't keep doing this to her. She's hurting and you're not there! You're NEVER THERE!" he roared, hitting a fist on the wall next to her door. (I finally got a plot I thought would fit and I hope this is alright!)
"Go away Kristof!" She screamed back at him. "If Anna has a problem she can come talk to me about it! I do not deal with messenger boys!!" She slammed her own hand into the wall. It made a large cracking sound as it smashed the ice that covered her wall. In all honesty, Elsa was a bit lost. She couldn’t remember Anna coming to her. Of corse she wouldn’t have rejected her. The queen had made a promise.But then again, the queen seemed to be having problems remembering a lot of things recently ((sorry I took so long!!!)
"Oh my god," he said, rolling his eyes and exhaling tiredly. He dropped his head down, rubbing his temples with his knuckles, shoulders sulking outside of her room. Who was he talking to? It wasn’t the Queen he’d known of the past few months—it couldn’t be. That "Lost Princess of Arendelle" was abandoned. She, Elsa herself, had released that girl and welcomed Arendelle into her grasp as her family. What had happened since then. Who was this person that he was arguing with through the door?
A cold air swept under the door when he heard the ice crack by her fist. She must have frozen the room over cold and clear. Maybe she really couldn’t control her powers yet. So much for love. “Elsa,” he said darkly. “You have to come out—you have to talk to Anna. I know you won’t let me tell her what you want so you have to be the one to go to her.” His mouth quickly turned to a frown as he furrowed his brows. “She’s done with this. And…you should be, too.”
Elsa’s face grew hard. And the ice on the wall became a sickly red color. “I do not understand! Why will she not just come talk to me!?” She yelled angrily
But then she fell to her knees, placing her face in her hands as the ice shifted to shade of blue “I do not understand…” She whispered just before starting to crying “but you are right. I should be done with this, and I am. I am done with all of you. Everyone wants everything I have! And I just can’t do it anymore!” Someone always wanted something from her. And even though she was trying to reconnect with Anna, she was a solo creature. All this attention, all this constant need, always having to go outside, it was getting to be to much. She was cracking under the weight of her kingdom
Hearing her cry, Kristoff felt a sudden urge to enter her room. He knew it had been hard for her to adapt to running a kingdom and he knew that the tension in her relations with everyone was really getting to her. She needed someone in her corner right about now. Was he supposed to be the one to be her comfort right now?
"Elsa." He put his hands on the door gently, feeling the extreme cold on the other side of the door. He lay his forehead on the wooden paneling and balled his hands into fists, closing his eyes. Breathing deepening, he kicked his foot on the floor, feeling the pulsing blood at his toe. "We’ve all been through rough times. But you have to come out some time." He rubbed his hand on the door quickly before continuing. "It’s okay to need to be around people. We’re your family; we’re not judging you for anything…"
"Your ‘not going to judge’ me? What do you call this!" She shouted "you are screaming at me for needing to be alone! That is text book judging!"
She stepped forward and unlocked the door. She wasn’t exactly sure what she planed on doing. She wasn’t sure if she was going to sob against him, or strangle him.
But then as she pulled the door open, it wasn’t Kristof that she saw.
Even though the ice man was the one standing there, who he saw was her butler Kia.
'Miss Elsa, thank you for opening the door. I really think you should hear this face to face and not through wood.' He sighed 'Elsa, your parents never made it to the wedding.'
"What?" She raised an eye brow "where did they go?" She said, and even though she was in a memory, her words came out in the real world as well. All I her actions could be seen by Kristof, even though she couldn’t see the ice man.
he took a deep breath ‘there was a storm at sea. Every indication shows that their ship sunk. And….. that there were no survivors.’
"No! That….that…that can’t be true!" She stumbled backwards "thy can’t be dead!" She fell to the ground "I need them! I am not ready to be queen!" As Kia had spoken, he had worried the girl, which started to spark a storm behind her. But now, she was way to overwhelmed. The storm froze in the air, unmoving, but unvanishing.
His eyes widened, their brown color darkening as his face flushed. He felt the air leave his lungs when the door opened, the ice’s crackling sounding the loudest in the empty air. What was this?
Elsa’s eyes filled with worry and her face contorted. He could see her nearly heaving air in and out as she stood weakly and shaking against the doorframe. He could see tears in her eyes and the blood leave her face while he stood there in a trans-like state while her soul broke in front of him.
Then something happened. A tear rolled down her face from dead grey-blue eyes. Her eyes stared directly into his as he sat through the moment, unable to think, slowly feeling her pain through their eye contact. The year rolled down her face and to her chin where it sat for a long moment.
Suddenly it fell to the floor and landed with a splat. Kristoff broke the moment and ran up to her, hugging her and shutting his eyes tight as he did so, resting his cheek on her pure, silvery-blonde hair. “Elsa,” he said weakly, “Elsa, it’s okay. Everything’s okay.”
When Kristof hugged her, it shattered her allusion. The queen’s eyes shot open and she let out a horrific scream. Although it had been a horrid place to be, it had not been they way she wanted to leave. The vision had literally shattered in her face. Leaving her even more petrified then before. The ground at her feet had started freeze over.
But then suddenly, Elsa’s arms shout out and she griped Kristof close, with all her strength and cried into him. But to be honest, even all her strength wasn’t much. She was weak. Always had been. It happens when you spend most of your time alone. But recently theses visions have been draining her even more.
And yes visions, that or something similar happened every time she opened her door. But she couldn’t remember them. They were the cause of her memory loss. She just didn’t know it.
None of the visions had been broken before. So maybe this time would be different.
As her scream echoed through the hallway, his ears rang with an uncomfortable intensity, causing him to grip her rightly. He closed his eyes as it stopped, eardrums still ringing, following the echo down the hallway and past the castle walls. He kept his grip on her with an instinctual need to protect her and planted his feet firmly into the ground.
Suddenly, she felt into him sobbing. His right ear was still ringing when the silence took over, his left carefully listening to each and very sob. “Elsa,” he said strongly, holding her close. “Elsa, you’re okay. It’s all okay. You’re not alone…” he trailed, swaying lightly as his feet detached from the hard wooden flooring.
Elsa sobbed for a few more minuets. Pure heartbreaking sobs. She was aware she was hugging Kristof. And Elsa knew what that meant, that her vision had been of the past, it had happened years ago, not minutes. But yet, that couldn’t stop the heartbreak. It did not stop it from feeling like a hot rod was being shoved into her heart. Most days, the pain of her loss had been a dull ache, especially when she was with Anna or any part of her new family. But these past few weeks, it had been a burning hole in her chest, and she couldn’t figure out why. Until now, this time she remembered this vision, because of the way it was broken.
And at that moment another realization hit Elsa. She was crying against Kristof. This wasn’t right. She was not supposed to touch people. Especially when she was in an sort of negative mood. Even with the ‘open gates policy’, she still limited her contact with people, she still thought she was a danger, and a monster. So she let go of him, and put her hands on his chest instead. And although it was with all her might, it was only a weak shove that she pushed against his chest “Kristof…” She said through pouring tears “….you have to let me go. You need to get away, so you can be safe.”
Feeling her incredibly light force on his chest, he released one arm from around her but kept the other in its place. After a quick moment, he turned her around and began walking toward her bed. The walls still appeared to be sheeted with ice and the floor was a bit slick, too. He used the small grip he had of his socks on the chunky ice to walk slowly across the thin layer.
"Fine," he started, still keeping an arm around her. "If I let you go, you have to promise me that you’ll come down soon. Once you get control, I mean. Not now, you know, that would be bad with," he paused, motioning with a small laugh to the winterized royal bedroom, "all of this going on." He saw her teary eyes and felt a pang of guilt in his gut, "Sorry…my bad. But you need to promise me that." He stopped walking and looked at her with worry. "We miss your smiling face around the castle." His eyes searched hers for any sign of understanding. He had to change tactics. "Anna misses you."
Elsa eyes misted over even more. “I can’t.” She said in a cracked whisper. “I can’t make promises, I can’t keep.” She sniffled. “I try to leave my room, I swear have. But when ever I open the door, the next thing I know I am balling in some corner of my room. And if I look at a clock, time has past. Some times it’s only a minute or two sometimes it is whole hours. I have no idea what is happening.”
She started crying again, hard “I just want to see Anna! But I am trapped! Trapped like a rat in a cage of my own invention!” Her knees buckled beneath her. The only thing that kept her from hitting the ice was that Kristof was still holding her. “I don’t know what to do!” The salty water fell to the ground, freezing as it went, and only making the ice worse.
Her words hit him hard in his chest and he felt an impact on his soul that nearly knocked the wind out of him. He'd never heard what she was telling him before. No one knew what happened in her room, but the Queen would be gone for what seemed like days before returning to her duties. They knew something was wrong, but no one knew what. His eyes brimmed hotly with tears he couldn't control. He'd married Anna and Elsa, well, she felt like his sister. She was his sister now. He couldn't leave her like this.
"Elsa," he started, setting her down on her bed. "I can—I will, get Anna. Do you want her? Here? I can get her here and we can talk. You both deserve an explanation..." he trailed, crouching in front of her, holding her hands with sincerity.
He stretched and moaned a little bit at the sunlight coming in through the window. Hand reaching over to rub her back, Kristoff said huskily, "Good morning beautiful." (In response to the "after partying" prompt!)
Elsa smiled a bit, nuzzling into the touch. “Morning…” She murmured softly, eyes still closed as got a bit more comfortable. His large body blocked the sun from her eyes, which made her smile even more.
Seeing her smile, he felt uncertainly comforted. There was something amiss, but he wasn’t about to try and figure out what it was in the middle of a restaurant. Though they did not fight often or recently, he knew this subject was touchy with both of them and did not want to make a scene in such a nice place. Or with the Queen of Arendelle, The pregnant Queen of Arendelle. The pregnant with his child Queen of Arendelle.
"I was just…what do you think about it?" he asked prior to taking a large bite of his pasta, filling his mouth uncomfortably. He hadn’t really seen how much pasta was on the fork while looking at Elsa. He blushed as he quickly took a gulp of his water to help it go down. After setting down the glass, he clasped his hands together in front of him on the table, moving his plate slightly to the side and looking at Elsa with extremely tense nerves. He sure was making this awkward.
"It is nothing…" She said quietly as she continued to eat slowly, not wanting to talk about it at all. It was making her feel slightly ill just thinking of it, which was not good at all. She swayed slightly and set her fork down, grabbing onto the table sides to keep herself steady. She chugged the rest of her water and set the empty glass down, placing her hands on her head and breathing shakily.
"Elsa," he said, quickly, reaching over the table with swift assurance and grabbing her hands on the edges in an effort to secure her. His eyes softened and his pupils dilated as he tried to calm her with anything he could conjure up. "We won't talk about it," he spoke in jumbled structure. "There's no need and we'll let what happens happens. Don't worry about it."
His hands still on hers, he forced them into the table to keep her safe as she swayed lightly in her seat. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her water was gone. Without thinking, he took his left hand and brought it to his water, placing it firmly next to her dinner, some water splashing out. "Take mine—you'll need it."
"Oh," he said quickly, feeling an all-too-familiar pull in his stomach. He didn’t want that right now—just a bath with this amazing woman. Pulling his hands up in front of him and turning his head to avoid any further night-ruining, he quickly made an...
As he stepped into the tub, the water ripped away from his feet and bounced off the porcelain walls, lapping back up against his ankles. He sat against the wall of the tub and allowed Max to sit in between his legs as he leaned back against the tub with her in his arms. He tried scooting his waist as far back as it would go into the wall while keeping Max still; he wouldn't allow anything to ruin this: the dim lighting and the hear of the water up to his chest with her beautiful hair right under his chin, his nails running up and down her arm while he cuddled her close. It was beautiful. He wouldn't allow instincts to get the best of him.
He breathed in and the scent of her hair drove him crazy. "You're beautiful, you know that?" he asked with an airy, short laugh before kissing the top of her head gently.
His cheeks turned a light shade of rose as his mouth turned up to show small dimples in the smile. He rubbed her upper arm with his hand and pulled her in closer to him, feeling her loving, innocent warmth.
"Yes," he spoke softly. "It was you." For a moment, he paused to...
He looked to her with a strange emotion he hadn't truly recognized. He wasn't sure of what had happened that night. All he knew was that she wasn't okay until she left the small meadow; she would not have lived had she not been cured by Grandpabbie. Something must have been wrong with her for that to happen and something had to have caused it. "I don't know," he spoke softly and honsstly, adjusting them to she was closer to him and her warmth spread to his side. "I remember," he said, squinting and looking straight forward at the wall of books in front of them. A fireplace crackled a little ways away. It was ironic that they only discussed ice and cold but they were warm together with that fireplace. It was a nice contrast. He smiled carefully at the thought before jogging his mind back to the situation at hand. "I remember something in the air. It was something Grandpabbie explained to Elsa." His face contorted lightly as he tried to remember. "There was a blue figure waving her arms. There were people or something applauding and cheering...but it turned bad quickly and the blue turned to dark red..." he trailed, looking down to his feet. "The people turned red, too, and the figure was...just gone." Wait: something connected. "It was her powers." He quickly turned to Anna with wide eyes and held her tighter. "She did something to you. With her powers. It all makes sense. Grandpabbie was telling her what might happen if she wasn't more careful. That means that," he paused, taking his other hand from next to him and grasping her on their stomachs, "she must have done something to you with her powers. Right?"
"Oh," he said quickly, feeling an all-too-familiar pull in his stomach. He didn’t want that right now—just a bath with this amazing woman. Pulling his hands up in front of him and turning his head to avoid any further night-ruining, he quickly made an excuse for himself. He...
"Coming!" he said loudly, quickly unbuttoning his vest and throwing it on the bed. It landed with a light, airy plop as he moved onto unbuttoning his blue shirt. With that off and a quick untying of his sash, he grabbed his white undershirt by its bottom edge and pulled it over his head, throwing it off to the corner. Hands flying downward, he unbuttoned his trousers and dropped them into the floor, stepping out of them and yanking off a sock at a time as he hobbled toward the bed. After both were off, he stood up and looked toward the doorway. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Inhale, exhale.
He walked out of the room, feet squishing on the floor as he made a small S-curve into the bathroom. "Wow—it's definitely warm in here," he said awkwardly, looking to Max and admiring her as she leaned over the bubbling tub.
The snow crashed hard onto Kristoff's face as he breathed into the rugged fabric covering his nose and mouth. His hands stung as he held the reigns moving swiftly back toward Arendelle. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something blowing in the wind. It looked like a cape and it clicked in his mind. "Prince Andrew!" he called nervously as he pulled to a halt moving closer toward the boy. "What are you doing out here? It's dangerous!"
He flipped around quickly. “I was trying to find my brother. He had a fit and ran out here..” Andrew wrapped his arms around his own torso and shuddered. “But I’m fine! Don’t worry about me! I can battle this weather!” He smiled weakly. Andrew’s face was bright red from the cold. His lips were turning purple.
"Sure," he said with a careful smile, touching the Prince’s forearm with a gentle finger and grazing it down his arm. The smile on his face was one of wandering lust and he blushed comfortably. He quickly realized what he was doing and halted the motion, retracting his hand and moving his eyes from their dreamy staring position, laughing awkwardly.
"What place is…you know," he spoke quietly, "most comfortable for you?"
"Any other area, except for here. We could go into my room? If that’s alright. Or we could go into the dining room." Andrew smiled nervously, and looked down, breathing out shakily. Andrew had no clue why he said ‘his bedroom’ the hand holding was enough interaction to get him to blush darkly and stutter. What would being in his bedroom do? He felt himself suddenly loose himself. He began to shake, turn into a shade of red he hasn’t ever turned into before, and his rapid eye movement. "I..I’m sorry, I’m just the prince of awkward.." He laughed nervously.
"Well then call me the Awkward Master of Arendelle," he said shakily, chuckling in an effort to break the awkwardness. All that did was enforce the uncomfortable air around them. "Not because you're Prince, though," he continued, rambling uncontrollably. "I mean, not that any of that's a bad thing, just not because you're Prince and I the Master...you know," he said, moving a hand to rub the back of his head and looking toward he ground, his face reddening, mirroring the Prince's. "Yes, though; your bedroom sounds like a great place to..." he trailed, looking for the word with his mind and eyes as if it were in the air around them, "talk. To talk, yeah." He nodded a few times, looking into Andrew's eyes with a new vigor and light.
He stretched and moaned a little bit at the sunlight coming in through the window. Hand reaching over to rub her back, Kristoff said huskily, "Good morning beautiful." (In response to the "after partying" prompt!)
Elsa smiled a bit, nuzzling into the touch. “Morning…” She murmured softly, eyes still closed as got a bit more comfortable. His large body blocked the sun from her eyes, which made her smile even more.
Noticing the people around them looking on at their private meal, he gripped the napkin on his lap tightly out of nerves, feeling uneasy. Why couldn’t they just enjoy themselves and let the two of them eat. He felt his face redden at the thought, but quickly calmed down his muscles and heartbeat. After he released the napkin, he placed his forearms on the table and folded his fingers together in a small two-handed fist on the white tablecloth. He took a nervous swallow before speaking quietly in an effort to keep the rest of the restaurant from
noticing them any further.
"Marriage," he started, his voice cracking quickly into a higher register. "Marriage is what I was thinking about." He looked around again and noticed the couple at the table behind Elsa staring from the back of her head to his eyes. Swiftly diverting his eyes, he rubbed his hands together on the table before quickly placing them back under the cloth. He felt hot again and knew that e was blushing. This was always about the point he started rambling and he could feel words starting to build up on his tongue. "You wanted to know what I was thinking about and I was thinking about marriage between…well…us." He paused to look up at her, but felt the nerves kick in again as he looked out over the rest of the restaurant. "I’m sorry, it was a stupid thought. I shouldn’t have said anything, I mean, I know you wanted to know, but I should have kept it to myself because it was just…sorry I never do things like that, just throwing it out there like that," he said, throwing an empty hand onto the table as if throwing a pair of dice toward Elsa. "It’s my fault…if you don’t want to talk about it, which is fine, by the way, we can just can it. I mean I want to talk about it soon, maybe, but we don’t have to so…I’m sorry, forget it." He quickly grabbed his water and tilted it in between his lips as he drank more than half of it before setting it back down on the table.
He was going to have a child with this…this beautiful woman who he loved with all his heart. Why was this so nerve-wracking?
She looked to him and nodded, thinning her lips afterwards. “Alright…” She said quietly, picking her fork up and taking smaller bites of her food. She wasn’t that hungry anymore, but with the child on the way she needed to feed herself. She wanted this child to be healthy when she gave birth. Her mind ran wild with the marriage idea as well, which stressed her out a bit. She couldn’t let him see that. So she just hid it behind a small smile
Seeing her smile, he felt uncertainly comforted. There was something amiss, but he wasn't about to try and figure out what it was in the middle of a restaurant. Though they did not fight often or recently, he knew this subject was touchy with both of them and did not want to make a scene in such a nice place. Or with the Queen of Arendelle, The pregnant Queen of Arendelle. The pregnant with his child Queen of Arendelle.
"I was just...what do you think about it?" he asked prior to taking a large bite of his pasta, filling his mouth uncomfortably. He hadn't really seen how much pasta was on the fork while looking at Elsa. He blushed as he quickly took a gulp of his water to help it go down. After setting down the glass, he clasped his hands together in front of him on the table, moving his plate slightly to the side and looking at Elsa with extremely tense nerves. He sure was making this awkward.
"Elsa," Kristoff said, his face reddening with anger. "You told Anna that you'd be there. This is the third time and she's crying in her room because of you." His hands were balled into stark white fists as he stood in front of her shut door. "You can't keep doing this to her. She's hurting and you're not there! You're NEVER THERE!" he roared, hitting a fist on the wall next to her door. (I finally got a plot I thought would fit and I hope this is alright!)
"Go away Kristof!" She screamed back at him. "If Anna has a problem she can come talk to me about it! I do not deal with messenger boys!!" She slammed her own hand into the wall. It made a large cracking sound as it smashed the ice that covered her wall. In all honesty, Elsa was a bit lost. She couldn’t remember Anna coming to her. Of corse she wouldn’t have rejected her. The queen had made a promise.But then again, the queen seemed to be having problems remembering a lot of things recently ((sorry I took so long!!!)
"Oh my god," he said, rolling his eyes and exhaling tiredly. He dropped his head down, rubbing his temples with his knuckles, shoulders sulking outside of her room. Who was he talking to? It wasn’t the Queen he’d known of the past few months—it couldn’t be. That "Lost Princess of Arendelle" was abandoned. She, Elsa herself, had released that girl and welcomed Arendelle into her grasp as her family. What had happened since then. Who was this person that he was arguing with through the door?
A cold air swept under the door when he heard the ice crack by her fist. She must have frozen the room over cold and clear. Maybe she really couldn’t control her powers yet. So much for love. “Elsa,” he said darkly. “You have to come out—you have to talk to Anna. I know you won’t let me tell her what you want so you have to be the one to go to her.” His mouth quickly turned to a frown as he furrowed his brows. “She’s done with this. And…you should be, too.”
Elsa’s face grew hard. And the ice on the wall became a sickly red color. “I do not understand! Why will she not just come talk to me!?” She yelled angrily
But then she fell to her knees, placing her face in her hands as the ice shifted to shade of blue “I do not understand…” She whispered just before starting to crying “but you are right. I should be done with this, and I am. I am done with all of you. Everyone wants everything I have! And I just can’t do it anymore!” Someone always wanted something from her. And even though she was trying to reconnect with Anna, she was a solo creature. All this attention, all this constant need, always having to go outside, it was getting to be to much. She was cracking under the weight of her kingdom
Hearing her cry, Kristoff felt a sudden urge to enter her room. He knew it had been hard for her to adapt to running a kingdom and he knew that the tension in her relations with everyone was really getting to her. She needed someone in her corner right about now. Was he supposed to be the one to be her comfort right now?
"Elsa." He put his hands on the door gently, feeling the extreme cold on the other side of the door. He lay his forehead on the wooden paneling and balled his hands into fists, closing his eyes. Breathing deepening, he kicked his foot on the floor, feeling the pulsing blood at his toe. "We’ve all been through rough times. But you have to come out some time." He rubbed his hand on the door quickly before continuing. "It’s okay to need to be around people. We’re your family; we’re not judging you for anything…"
"Your ‘not going to judge’ me? What do you call this!" She shouted "you are screaming at me for needing to be alone! That is text book judging!"
She stepped forward and unlocked the door. She wasn’t exactly sure what she planed on doing. She wasn’t sure if she was going to sob against him, or strangle him.
But then as she pulled the door open, it wasn’t Kristof that she saw.
Even though the ice man was the one standing there, who he saw was her butler Kia.
'Miss Elsa, thank you for opening the door. I really think you should hear this face to face and not through wood.' He sighed 'Elsa, your parents never made it to the wedding.'
"What?" She raised an eye brow "where did they go?" She said, and even though she was in a memory, her words came out in the real world as well. All I her actions could be seen by Kristof, even though she couldn’t see the ice man.
he took a deep breath ‘there was a storm at sea. Every indication shows that their ship sunk. And….. that there were no survivors.’
"No! That….that…that can’t be true!" She stumbled backwards "thy can’t be dead!" She fell to the ground "I need them! I am not ready to be queen!" As Kia had spoken, he had worried the girl, which started to spark a storm behind her. But now, she was way to overwhelmed. The storm froze in the air, unmoving, but unvanishing.
His eyes widened, their brown color darkening as his face flushed. He felt the air leave his lungs when the door opened, the ice’s crackling sounding the loudest in the empty air. What was this?
Elsa’s eyes filled with worry and her face contorted. He could see her nearly heaving air in and out as she stood weakly and shaking against the doorframe. He could see tears in her eyes and the blood leave her face while he stood there in a trans-like state while her soul broke in front of him.
Then something happened. A tear rolled down her face from dead grey-blue eyes. Her eyes stared directly into his as he sat through the moment, unable to think, slowly feeling her pain through their eye contact. The year rolled down her face and to her chin where it sat for a long moment.
Suddenly it fell to the floor and landed with a splat. Kristoff broke the moment and ran up to her, hugging her and shutting his eyes tight as he did so, resting his cheek on her pure, silvery-blonde hair. “Elsa,” he said weakly, “Elsa, it’s okay. Everything’s okay.”
When Kristof hugged her, it shattered her allusion. The queen’s eyes shot open and she let out a horrific scream. Although it had been a horrid place to be, it had not been they way she wanted to leave. The vision had literally shattered in her face. Leaving her even more petrified then before. The ground at her feet had started freeze over.
But then suddenly, Elsa’s arms shout out and she griped Kristof close, with all her strength and cried into him. But to be honest, even all her strength wasn’t much. She was weak. Always had been. It happens when you spend most of your time alone. But recently theses visions have been draining her even more.
And yes visions, that or something similar happened every time she opened her door. But she couldn’t remember them. They were the cause of her memory loss. She just didn’t know it.
None of the visions had been broken before. So maybe this time would be different.
As her scream echoed through the hallway, his ears rang with an uncomfortable intensity, causing him to grip her rightly. He closed his eyes as it stopped, eardrums still ringing, following the echo down the hallway and past the castle walls. He kept his grip on her with an instinctual need to protect her and planted his feet firmly into the ground.
Suddenly, she felt into him sobbing. His right ear was still ringing when the silence took over, his left carefully listening to each and very sob. “Elsa,” he said strongly, holding her close. “Elsa, you’re okay. It’s all okay. You’re not alone…” he trailed, swaying lightly as his feet detached from the hard wooden flooring.
Elsa sobbed for a few more minuets. Pure heartbreaking sobs. She was aware she was hugging Kristof. And Elsa knew what that meant, that her vision had been of the past, it had happened years ago, not minutes. But yet, that couldn’t stop the heartbreak. It did not stop it from feeling like a hot rod was being shoved into her heart. Most days, the pain of her loss had been a dull ache, especially when she was with Anna or any part of her new family. But these past few weeks, it had been a burning hole in her chest, and she couldn’t figure out why. Until now, this time she remembered this vision, because of the way it was broken.
And at that moment another realization hit Elsa. She was crying against Kristof. This wasn’t right. She was not supposed to touch people. Especially when she was in an sort of negative mood. Even with the ‘open gates policy’, she still limited her contact with people, she still thought she was a danger, and a monster. So she let go of him, and put her hands on his chest instead. And although it was with all her might, it was only a weak shove that she pushed against his chest “Kristof…” She said through pouring tears “….you have to let me go. You need to get away, so you can be safe.”
Feeling her incredibly light force on his chest, he released one arm from around her but kept the other in its place. After a quick moment, he turned her around and began walking toward her bed. The walls still appeared to be sheeted with ice and the floor was a bit slick, too. He used the small grip he had of his socks on the chunky ice to walk slowly across the thin layer.
"Fine," he started, still keeping an arm around her. "If I let you go, you have to promise me that you'll come down soon. Once you get control, I mean. Not now, you know, that would be bad with," he paused, motioning with a small laugh to the winterized royal bedroom, "all of this going on." He saw her teary eyes and felt a pang of guilt in his gut, "Sorry...my bad. But you need to promise me that." He stopped walking and looked at her with worry. "We miss your smiling face around the castle." His eyes searched hers for any sign of understanding. He had to change tactics. "Anna misses you."
He felt himself warm a little at the thought of the bath: water over both of them as they soaked, his arms around her as she sat surround by bubbles. He never thought of himself as an especially romantic or emotional person, but something about her, Max, in the comfort of a...
"Oh," he said quickly, feeling an all-too-familiar pull in his stomach. He didn't want that right now—just a bath with this amazing woman. Pulling his hands up in front of him and turning his head to avoid any further night-ruining, he quickly made an excuse for himself. He hoped she wouldn't notice how red his face was as he tried to control himself. "Do you want me to...you know..." he trailed.
He stopped himself mid sentence and shook his head. What was he thinking? No. He wasn't going to hurt her or their relationship. Not tonight.
Once he regained control of his mind, he put down his hands and walked over to her carefully. "Do you need any help?" he asked with a delicately warm smile.
He stretched and moaned a little bit at the sunlight coming in through the window. Hand reaching over to rub her back, Kristoff said huskily, "Good morning beautiful." (In response to the "after partying" prompt!)
Elsa smiled a bit, nuzzling into the touch. “Morning…” She murmured softly, eyes still closed as got a bit more comfortable. His large body blocked the sun from her eyes, which made her smile even more.
She continued eating slow, glancing around a bit. People were stating right at her and Kristoff. A few were even whispering to one another. She looked back to her plate and set down her fork, taking a drink of water. Now she felt a bit more nauseous.
When he spoke and jumped a bit, looking to him. When her mind processed the word she thinned her lips. She knew he was least likely to bring that subject up. He was always touchy on it and always tried to avoid talking about it. “What?” She asked gently.
Noticing the people around them looking on at their private meal, he gripped the napkin on his lap tightly out of nerves, feeling uneasy. Why couldn't they just enjoy themselves and let the two of them eat. He felt his face redden at the thought, but quickly calmed down his muscles and heartbeat. After he released the napkin, he placed his forearms on the table and folded his fingers together in a small two-handed fist on the white tablecloth. He took a nervous swallow before speaking quietly in an effort to keep the rest of the restaurant from
noticing them any further.
"Marriage," he started, his voice cracking quickly into a higher register. "Marriage is what I was thinking about." He looked around again and noticed the couple at the table behind Elsa staring from the back of her head to his eyes. Swiftly diverting his eyes, he rubbed his hands together on the table before quickly placing them back under the cloth. He felt hot again and knew that e was blushing. This was always about the point he started rambling and he could feel words starting to build up on his tongue. "You wanted to know what I was thinking about and I was thinking about marriage between...well...us." He paused to look up at her, but felt the nerves kick in again as he looked out over the rest of the restaurant. "I'm sorry, it was a stupid thought. I shouldn't have said anything, I mean, I know you wanted to know, but I should have kept it to myself because it was just...sorry I never do things like that, just <i>throwing</i> it out there like that," he said, throwing an empty hand onto the table as if throwing a pair of dice toward Elsa. "It's my fault...if you don't want to talk about it, which is fine, by the way, we can just can it. I mean I want to talk about it soon, maybe, but we don't have to so...I'm sorry, forget it." He quickly grabbed his water and tilted it in between his lips as he drank more than half of it before setting it back down on the table.
He was going to have a child with this...this <i>beautiful</i> woman who he loved with all his heart. Why was this so nerve-wracking?
He stretched and moaned a little bit at the sunlight coming in through the window. Hand reaching over to rub her back, Kristoff said huskily, "Good morning beautiful." (In response to the "after partying" prompt!)
Elsa smiled a bit, nuzzling into the touch. “Morning…” She murmured softly, eyes still closed as got a bit more comfortable. His large body blocked the sun from her eyes, which made her smile even more.
"Yeah," he laughed, taking a quick sip of his water and setting the glass down with more force than necessary. "I imagine Anna’s going to get Sven a golden saddle so it’ll look and feel royal."
He sat back in his chair, the back creaking under his weight. Crossing one leg over the other, he put one hand on the table and the other across his lap. As his laugh died down, he had a surreal thought. Elsa was going to give birth to their child. What was he going to do about marriage? He had to do something–he loved her. He loved his. All of it. He wanted her to be his and to give himself to her. But what was he going to do and how was he going to go about doing it?
His face contorted gently as he sat back in his chair and stared slightly off and down to the right.
She smiled widely as the scent died down, eyes opening. She hummed softly and looked to him. She noticed his face and frowned slightly, reaching over to place a hand on his. “Kristoff?” She asked him softly, her face and voice filled with concern. “Are you alright?” She was genuinely worried about him now, eyebrows curved upwards.
His eyelids flickered quickly. “What?” he asked hurriedly, eyes wide as he looked up to Elsa and stopped his hand movements on hers. “Oh, I’m fine—I was just thinking…” he trailed taking his hand from hers and putting it on the menu, looking through the items haphazardly while hoping to avoid the issue.
His face was stern while he sat there, a slight slump in his upper back. “Just thinking…” he mumbled and let his voice fade.
She frowned deeply when his hand moved from hers, her mouth forming a small “o”. “Oh…alright…” She said softly and looked to her glass of water, picking it up and taking a sip of it. She was a bit upset Kristoff wasn’t telling her what was wrong. It made her feel like she couldn’t be trusted, especially with a child on the way. Maybe it was something they would discuss in private. Or not at all. She put the water down and saw a bit of frost on the glass, removing her hand and looking down to her lap.
"No, no," he spoke quickly, seeing Elsa’s disappointed face and quickly waving his hands over the table in front of him. A small smile wiped over his lips as he saw how much she cares. She really was a sweetie to him. "No, it’s nothing bad, hah," he laughed quickly, moving his hands from above the table to his lap, smoothing the napkin on his thighs. "It was just…about us and I’m a little nervous about something is all…" his voice trailed, eyes drifting to the right as he sat there, blushing quickly.
As the waiter walked by with a silver pitcher filled with water, Kristoff motioned of his glass with another smile. “Thank you,” he said quickly and detachedly as he looked to Elsa and her glass.
She looked to him, lips thinned more and trying to hold back tears. She desperately wanted to know what was causing him to be upset, but if he didn’t want to then do be it. She nodded, looking down to the water as the waiter filled it up. She hoped the waiter didn’t notice the ice on the cup, thankful when he didn’t. She looked to him, nodding. “I understand…you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to…I shouldn’t pry into your business. I mean…we are not even married…I shouldn’t be demanding to know every little thing.” She said softly, taking another drink as she saw the waiter return with their food.
There it was. She said it. We’re not even married. She had to say it. He maintained the smile as best he could while her words bounced around inside his head. They were pregnant and he wasn’t even married to her. He really did need to do something about that quickly. “I promise you,” he said after a moment’s silence, once again reaching for her hands under the table. “It’s nothing bad or anything like that. It’s just me thinking about something that you don’t need to worry yourself about tonight.” She didn’t, really. There was nothing she could do about it until he came to a final decision of what to do. “Tonight is about you and us and,” he paused for a moment, eyes drifting down and then shooting back up to hers with a newfound determination, “happiness. You deserve to be happy, so those are what tonight is about. Not whatever’s bouncing in my mind.”
Elsa looked to him and nodded, forcing herself to smile thinly. She did keep worrying about what he was thinking about, but tried hard to push it to the back of her mind. She saw the food being set in front of her, staring at it. She had list her appetite for some unknown reason right then. She didn’t feel good, but she knew she had to eat. She picked up her fork and stabbed the food, taking a small bite of it. She ignored the frost caking the fork and continued taking small bites, chewing slowly.
Watching her with concern as his smile faded into a slightly downtrodden arc, the food was placed in front of him. He couldn't just discuss marriage with her, could he? That would ruin her night and he definitely didn't want to ruin her night...right? Would that ruin the night? He'd have to see.
The food's scent rose off of the platter and he picked up his fork uncertainly, digging into the food uncharacteristically quickly. For Kristoff, who used to be a mountain man, the eating manners were not always the first thing to come around. Fortunately he'd had enough practice before becoming Ice Master to eat in such a public setting as an official of Arendelle. He wasn't going back to his instincts by eating quickly, though; he was doing his best to keep his nerves under control given the potential gravity of the discussion at hand. He'd have to talk about it at some point. Why not now?
After a few moments of nothing but clattering utensils against plates, he set down his fork and gulped down the mouthful of food. He closed his eyes quickly before letting his eyelids shoot open. A deep breath and a rub of his hands on the napkin on his lap filled up what seemed to be quite a bit of time, but was really only a matter of seconds. He opened his mouth. "Marriage."
Pulling on her hands gently while relying mostly on his own body to stand, he pushed himself off the couch and pulled Max into a careful embrace. He kissed the top of her head and hugged her tightly, still unable to remove the dorky smile from his face. “Anything you want,”...
He felt himself warm a little not at the thought of the bath: water over both of them as they soaked, his arms around her as she sat surround by bubbles. He never thought of himself as an especially romantic or emotional person, but something about her, Max, in the comfort of a tub with him made his heart be faster. He loved it and his smile grew exponentially as he imagined his arms on her wet skin.
"Definitely," he said, forcing himself to snap out of the illusion. "You like it really hot or just hot? Warm, maybe? I mean, whatever you want...warm, hot, cold I you want..." he rambled on, removing one hand from her grasp and rubbing the back of his head.
He stretched and moaned a little bit at the sunlight coming in through the window. Hand reaching over to rub her back, Kristoff said huskily, "Good morning beautiful." (In response to the "after partying" prompt!)
Elsa smiled a bit, nuzzling into the touch. “Morning…” She murmured softly, eyes still closed as got a bit more comfortable. His large body blocked the sun from her eyes, which made her smile even more.
"Yeah," he laughed, taking a quick sip of his water and setting the glass down with more force than necessary. "I imagine Anna’s going to get Sven a golden saddle so it’ll look and feel royal."
He sat back in his chair, the back creaking under his weight. Crossing one leg over the other, he put one hand on the table and the other across his lap. As his laugh died down, he had a surreal thought. Elsa was going to give birth to their child. What was he going to do about marriage? He had to do something–he loved her. He loved his. All of it. He wanted her to be his and to give himself to her. But what was he going to do and how was he going to go about doing it?
His face contorted gently as he sat back in his chair and stared slightly off and down to the right.
She smiled widely as the scent died down, eyes opening. She hummed softly and looked to him. She noticed his face and frowned slightly, reaching over to place a hand on his. “Kristoff?” She asked him softly, her face and voice filled with concern. “Are you alright?” She was genuinely worried about him now, eyebrows curved upwards.
His eyelids flickered quickly. “What?” he asked hurriedly, eyes wide as he looked up to Elsa and stopped his hand movements on hers. “Oh, I’m fine—I was just thinking…” he trailed taking his hand from hers and putting it on the menu, looking through the items haphazardly while hoping to avoid the issue.
His face was stern while he sat there, a slight slump in his upper back. “Just thinking…” he mumbled and let his voice fade.
She frowned deeply when his hand moved from hers, her mouth forming a small “o”. “Oh…alright…” She said softly and looked to her glass of water, picking it up and taking a sip of it. She was a bit upset Kristoff wasn’t telling her what was wrong. It made her feel like she couldn’t be trusted, especially with a child on the way. Maybe it was something they would discuss in private. Or not at all. She put the water down and saw a bit of frost on the glass, removing her hand and looking down to her lap.
"No, no," he spoke quickly, seeing Elsa’s disappointed face and quickly waving his hands over the table in front of him. A small smile wiped over his lips as he saw how much she cares. She really was a sweetie to him. "No, it’s nothing bad, hah," he laughed quickly, moving his hands from above the table to his lap, smoothing the napkin on his thighs. "It was just…about us and I’m a little nervous about something is all…" his voice trailed, eyes drifting to the right as he sat there, blushing quickly.
As the waiter walked by with a silver pitcher filled with water, Kristoff motioned of his glass with another smile. “Thank you,” he said quickly and detachedly as he looked to Elsa and her glass.
She looked to him, lips thinned more and trying to hold back tears. She desperately wanted to know what was causing him to be upset, but if he didn’t want to then do be it. She nodded, looking down to the water as the waiter filled it up. She hoped the waiter didn’t notice the ice on the cup, thankful when he didn’t. She looked to him, nodding. “I understand…you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to…I shouldn’t pry into your business. I mean…we are not even married…I shouldn’t be demanding to know every little thing.” She said softly, taking another drink as she saw the waiter return with their food.
There it was. She said it. We're not even married. She had to say it. He maintained the smile as best he could while her words bounced around inside his head. They were pregnant and he wasn't even married to her. He really did need to do something about that quickly. "I promise you," he said after a moment's silence, once again reaching for her hands under the table. "It's nothing bad or anything like that. It's just me thinking about something that you don't need to worry yourself about tonight." She didn't, really. There was nothing she could do about it until he came to a final decision of what to do. "Tonight is about you and us and," he paused for a moment, eyes drifting down and then shooting back up to hers with a newfound determination, "happiness. You deserve to be happy, so those are what tonight is about. Not whatever's bouncing in my mind."
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