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{Selective, NFSW-friendly, and independent Princess Anna rp. Please see my rules before asking about starting any threads.}

[pretty-sweet-vintage]

[princessoftheopengates]

Sharing A Bed Starters

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"I had a nightmare."

"There's plenty of room for the both of us."

"There is not enough room here for both of us."

"It's cold. We should try to conserve body heat."

"You're not even going to notice because you'll be asleep!"

"We've only got the one bed between the two of us."

"Quit stealing the covers."

"Quit kicking me."

"It's better than sleeping on the floor."

"It's either this or you sleep in the tub."

"Alright. Get up here."

"We're sleeping in the same bed, not together!"

"Please go to bed."

"Sleep is for the weak."

"Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Dutch oven!"

"You sleep on top of the sheets."

"I'll sleep on top of the sheets."

"I'm scared. Can I sleep with you?"

"You're scared? You can come sleep with me, I guess."

"I have to sleep closer to the door."

"I can't sleep this close to the door."

"Stop getting up so early. You always wake me up."

"Stop staying up so late. I can never fall asleep."

"We can cuddle."

"Just don't try cuddling me or anything."

[snowwhties]

Frozen screencaps [2/??]

[delta-breezes]

[tinyteabag]

Artist -> Lissi

[quinnasaurus-art]

Princess Anna in palette #1 as requested by a follower on Instagram. 

[onbirds-deactivated20160118]

[urara-sun]

[princessswissmiss]

oops, i drew a thing. 

[drottningelsa]

Anna and Hans

[rp-ask-memes-deactivated2026012]

The 54th icon in your folder is your muse's reaction to someone saying 'I love you'

[princessoftheopengates]

[princessoftheopengates]

firelordhans:

{♔} —- “What–?”

It took Hans a moment to understand Anna’s outburst. He thought maybe a chip in the porcelain had cut her, and as she set the cup aside, he reached forward to take Anna’s hand.

He turned over her palm in his own, his brows furrowed at the red, angry color of her fingertips. Hans glanced at the discarded teacup and saw it overflowing with steam–though the teapot was barely lukewarm.

“Oh!” he cried, dropping Anna’s hand as realization dawned upon him. “Oh, I’m sorry! I must have… When I held the cup, I…”

His heightened emotions, his frustration and embarrassment and desire–all of it had flowed into Anna’s teacup, bringing it to a boil. Hans could not recall ever using his magic so thoughtlessly–his emotions were always so restrained, so tightly controlled.

“I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me today!” Hans concluded. He brought a hand to his brow, running it through his damp hair. “Why can’t I… Control myself…?

A strange, broken soft of laugh started to rumble in Hans’ chest. He covered his mouth, but the laughter didn’t want to stay in. Like his magic, it seemed to bubble up and out of him, radiating from his chest in perfect tandem with the rising heat.

“I’m sorry– It’s just– It’s funny, isn’t it?” Another rumble of laughter, another shuddering breath. “How I keep making such a fool of myself! I spoiled your letter from home, over nothing–just rumor and gossip! I take you out in the rain to calm you down–and I scare you senseless! I pour you a cup of hot chocolate–and I burn your hands!”

Hans shook his head, as if to clear away such thoughts, but to little avail. There was something in him that wanted out, something that ached with regret.

”All I do is hurt you,” he said. “Even when I want to help.”

In truth, Hans’ sudden, strange laughter confused Anna. She wasn’t sure what the cause of it was. Was it an act of self-scorn, or did he find his actions truly funny? Her head tilted to the side a little as she listened to him try to explain himself.

When he remarked about just wanting to help her feel better, however, she couldn’t help giving a tiny smile in return - though it one of sympathy and reassurance. The whole thing was certainly peculiar at the least.

Scooting a little closer to him, she reached out her hand and rested it upon his shoulder, feeling that at the moment, it was a safer option than trying to touch his bare hand.

“Well...I do appreciate you trying to help,” she said kindly - and she meant it. To see that Hans was at least willing to attempt to make her happy in some form or another showed an improvement of character, in her opinion; it was definitely a lot better than the selfish way he acted during his time in Arendelle.

Maybe he had matured some after all.

Her smile grew at the thought.

“I guess we’re both just a little bit ‘off’ today, aren’t we?” she then added softly, her voice carrying a touch of lightheartedness to try and make him feel better. It was true; after all, she knew it wasn’t like her to carry on in such an emotional fashion as she did about the storm - even though the reason why was quite understandable.

She was deep in thought about this for a few moments, but soon slipped out of her thoughtful state when she realized that she had been absentmindedly rubbing Hans’ shoulder.

“Just a gesture of comfort,” she quickly reasoned. “Nothing more.”

However, she still couldn’t help blushing slightly as her hand stopped moving. She didn’t remove it, however. Perhaps it was because, deep down, she relished feeling Hans’ strong, broad frame beneath her much smaller hand.

Her eyes shifting from his shoulder to his throat - made exposed by his removed cravat - Anna suddenly found herself thinking about the last time they had intimately spent the night together.

How sturdy his arms had felt as he held her in them...how warm his breath had been as he breathed senseless nothings into her ear and against her neck...how kind he had been as he pulled the covers up over her as she laid there, curled up and spent - but satisfied...

Realizing that no doubt Hans was probably staring at her by now, Anna quickly removed her hand from his shoulder and looked away - her face heating up with an even stronger blush that threatened to travel up to her ears and down to her neck. Trying to think of something to say to break the silence, she then remembered the hot chocolate.

“So, do you think it’s safe for me to drink the hot chocolate now?” she joked. As her gaze fixated on the steaming liquid in the delicate cup, she could see that it wasn’t. But she knew she had to divert her attention, and the conversation, elsewhere, for fear that Hans would start questioning her wandering hands and pondering looks.

[naomimakesart]

So I decided to upload the full versions of the pictures from the Kiss Meme, one by one! I’ll do one everyday. This is the forehead kiss :3

Here is the full meme if you want to see it!

[white-ones]

[princesspalaces]

Frozen, 2013

[garbagebird]

Keep breathing, keep breathing Find a scheme you believe in

[naomimakesart]

Should’ve given her your jacket, Hans. Rule #1 to stealing a girl’s kingdom , I mean heart.