𝙾 𝚁 𝙳 𝙸 𝙽 𝙰 𝚁 𝚈

( ᵃᵘᵗᵒᵖˡᵃʸ ) 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮! -- independant & selective anna from disney's 2013 animated film frozen established 16th january 2016 // please check guidelines before following

[secondpriincess-blog]

so my first year of university is pretty much OVER!! oh my god i’m so happy, anyway i should get to replies sometime next week as tonight i plan to get super drunk c:

[secondpriincess-blog]

this is just a little psa to say i am still alive, however all of my university assignments are due the next couple of weeks, hence my inactivity. i feel so bad & miss anna terribly, therefore i shall resume answering threads & whatnot around april time as i will have finished by then, sorry guys <3 

[secondpriincess-blog]

theinventcr:

  “is she gray with white paws and a white tail tip?”   he shows her the kitten in his arms.   “found her by a pile of rocks. she’s okay, though, i didn’t find anything wrong with her.”

                              “ Oh jeez, you’re my HERO!! Thank you! Gosh Marshmallow, I’ve been so                                  worried about you----! Thank you again, I don’t know what I’d have done if I’d                                  lost her, & I’m sorry for any trouble she might have caused you. She’s a bit                                   of a scratcher.... & a whiner---- ”

[secondpriincess-blog]

longlocked:

                 It was always funny to see Anna’s latest infatuation. Sometimes it was food, sometimes it was a dance - this time, it was red nail polish. Or, as she said, a ‘reddish pink sort of’. Rapunzel was going to guess it was something to do with a boy, but she was going to spare Anna the pain of a confession and just carry on.

                                      “I’ve not seen your nail polish. Do you even have time?”

                              The blonde put her hands on her hips and gave a tiny eye roll; her poor room mate was in a state and she couldn’t let her go out in such a tizzy, especially if she was going to meet a boy. She put her hands on the redhead’s shoulders and directed her to her bed, forcing her to sit and stay still.

                  “We have to go soon. Let me fix your hair, it’s coming undone.”

         Of course there is time, there is always time. However, Anna done click the ‘ home ‘ button to her phone for it to reveal that she in fact does not have enough time to allow nail polish to be appropriately applied and dried. Her bare nails dig into the soft, pink flesh of a palm much like a small child would who is just about ready to burst, & truly, Anna is. 

                              “ My hair? What’s wrong with my---- oh jeez, today is NOT my day!                                                                                                     Thank you so much. ”

          Anna complies with Rapunzel’s directions & slumps onto the bed, folding her legs beneath herself. Rapunzel is such a good roommate to Anna, if only she was currently not too blinded by the blonde beau of whom she could not even confirm she would see today. The girl is merely hoping their paths shall cross like the star-crossed lovers in her piles of romance novels do. 

[otpmusings]

Some height difference things for your OTP

The taller one sitting on the floor between the shorter one’s knees as the shorter one braids/plays with their hair.

The taller one using the shorter one as an arm rest and the shorter one complaining but secretly feeling honoured every time it happens.

The shorter one tackle-hugging the taller one when they come home from some sort of trip, hoping that they’ll both fall to the floor in a pile of limbs and cuddles/kisses, but unfortunately the shorter one isn’t strong/heavy enough and they both remain standing.

Bonus: to compensate, the taller one decides to pick the shorter one up.

The shorter one having to sprawl like half their body across the taller one whenever they ride the bus/train so as to give the taller one all the leg room.

Or, the shorter one sitting down and immediately noticing that their feet don’t touch the floor, becoming embarrassed by this, and then pretending that they’d rather just snuggle up super tight with the taller one.

Bonus: the taller one realises exactly what’s going on but says nothing. Or teases them endlessly about it, up to you. 

The shorter one physically sitting in the taller one’s lap.

The TALLER one physically sitting in the shorter one’s lap and the shorter one practically dying but enjoying every second of it anyway.

The shorter one being light enough to literally sleep on top of the taller one in bed without either of them being uncomfortable.

The taller one standing behind the shorter one and putting their arms around their shoulders, then resting their chin on top of the shorter one’s head.

Bonus if they’re watching the stars/sunset/ocean together.

[trolltaken-blog]

@secondpriincess liked for a starter

     He was TIRED. To his bones, the exhaustion tugged at him, tempting      him to just lie down – to stop, and rest beside the reindeer whose      stall he made a note to prepare properly before leaving him. The      straw looked comfortable, to be certain, and he couldn’t help but give it      one last wistful look as he turned away… but there were better things      that awaited him through the imposing double doors of the palace’s      gates. He just… had to make it through. 

     Through the courtyards, the halls, the leering stares of nobles who      don’t understand his presence there – who don’t approve. Oh, he      had his moment of glory, sure. A new sled, the appreciation of the      court, when he helped to bring the princess and the Queen back to       their castle; but how quick their admiration faded as time went on.

     He is tolerated by the others. He knew it, and they knew he knew.      It is only the favour of the queen that kept him here, because lord      knew the princess held little sway over them… but that was exactly      what made it worth it. That was what made him tug off his cap and      try to bring life to the hat-formed hair that curled across his brow,       and that was what kept him moving on dead tired feet.

     The princess.

     Kristoff moved quietly through the halls in which he felt distinctly      like an outsider, ignoring the sideways glances tossed in his       direction. Surrounded no longer by the forests, the trees, and      the glittering perfection of the ice, he became painfully aware      of himself – how he towered over everyone, how his clothes bore      the telltale marks of travel and wear, and - god - was that smell      him? He hoped not. He hoped it was some weird plant. Maybe he      should have stayed in the stables, with Sven, where peasants       like him belonged –

     He saw her, then, as he passed through a doorway, and the dark      thoughts were forgotten; they faded in the face of her presence,      like shadows in the light of the sun. His muscles forgot that they      were sore, his bones forgot that they were tired, and in three      swift strides he crossed the room, feeling like he was floating.

                  “–Anna.”

[secondpriincess-blog]

          The vanity that bears her reflection is scattered with hair pins & ribbons, bottles of perfumes she used too much of & jewellery of all shapes & colours. Gerda would tell a much shorter version of the Princess that it was no use her having all these ‘ nice things ‘ if she was not going to take care of them. Anna never understood this lecture in particular, of course she took care of her possessions ( she tried to, at least, accidents do happen ). Them not being tucked away for no one to see did not define her adoration of them. Perhaps that could be an explanation as to why Anna’s courtship with Kristoff is so... deeply scrutinized among those one would assume it did not concern. They are so open, however. Not in the immediate sense, rather that one can always hear the echo throughout the palace halls of the Princess’ giggles or feel the vibrations of the Mountaineer’s heavy footsteps, it is difficult to ignore her continuous beaming at him & the way he scoops her up in his tree-trunk arms. They scarcely resemble the late King & Queen of Arendelle. Anna can barely recall a single memory in when she saw her father & mother embrace, hardly touch even. 

          A crack in the drapes reveals the vibrant moonlight & Anna wonders how many pairs of eyes lay upon that same pale sphere. Her reflection in the mirror is disrupted by a dark-clad figure appearing in the background, & she twists gracelessly on the stool to see if it really is him, stealing away her train of thought... Anna. She rises -- the chair legs grating against the marble flooring -- & freckled cheeks bunch beneath cerulean orbs that glow in the firelight. She leaps forwards to wrap him in a hug. He smells funny & is in need of perhaps a three-hour long bath, & straw sticks to his clothing, but he is here... he is finally here. 

                              “ Kristoff! You’re back, I knew you would be back tonight. Elsa said you wouldn’t                                  be till morning but I knew you would be. How was your trip? Tell me                                  EVERYTHING! Is Sven okay? Can I go see him? I made sure Cook refreshed                                  the pantry’s carrot supply ready for you two. Are you hungry? You must be.                                  Cook’s gone home, but I could totally whip up something for you right now! ”

          Her hands finds his, slender fingers intertwining & holding him tight. 

[kidakagash]

I’m awkward. You’re gorgeous.

[secondpriincess-blog]

villainousprins:

                 ❛    —oh , you’re already looking a little green there , no , princess anna ? are you quite certain you’d like to continue with this insane notion of yours ? you know — there’s no harm in admitting defeat.    ❜

          There goes a fourth. She speaks despite her mouth being full of chocolaty cupcake crumbs.  

                              “ Mm-hm! The only thing insane around                                                    here is your disbelief in me. ”

[secondpriincess-blog]

eglantiier:

         lips part into a gentle sigh as the maiden thinks of her dream, the dream that returns and brings her prince with his arms that hold her and his words that romance her into a joyful sort of bliss. anna’s excitement only amplifies her own understated excitement with the prospect of a love. a DESTINED love … she smiled widely and nodded,

                        “ oh, doesn’t he? why no, i’ve never met anyone like him ”  she’s never                         met any man  “ oh, i do hope i’ll meet him. i wonder … anna, do you think                         he’s dreamt of me? oh, how ROMANTIC that would be! a destined, dreamt                         -of love! magic …”  a pause before rose giggles,  “ wedding? oh, my, of                         course you shall be bridesmaid, dear! but … we can only have a wedding if                         we MEET. i do hope he’s real … ”

         flora, in response to all of rose’s sweet and fantastic dreams, constantly said that  ‘ visions are seldom all they seem, darling ’  but this dream had come so  many times, and in so many of her storybooks, these sort of recurring dreams came from magic and … TRUE LOVE. oh, she hoped it was true.

                              “ Of course he will have! He is on his way here right now, I’m sure of it! ”

          Anna’s hands come to clap lightly in front of her chest as if resembling a small child who has laid eyes upon a very large toy store. The Princess is so happy for Rose, she could not express it enough ( although, that will not stop Anna from attempting to ). Anna gasps softly as new images of Rose & her Prince conjure within her mind; them dancing, embracing, laughing. They both appear so perfect for one another. 

                              “ Tell me what he looks like, exactly. I want to know his hair colour, eye colour,                                  height... foot size, EVERYTHING! Oh, I bet he is so handsome, no, I KNOW                                  he is handsome. He must be to be so deserving of you! ”

          She cannot stop the giggles now, that ship sailed a long time ago. Especially now with a wedding blooming on the horizon, one of which Anna is a bridesmaid for! There is so much planning to be done, she thinks. There is the flowers, & the colour scheme ( Anna has already decided it will be a Spring wedding ), the food to think about, & most important of all; the dresses!  

[londonerbazaar]

winter view

[secondpriincess-blog]

                              “ Hey, have you seen that nail polish I bought ages ago? You know, it’s red, but                                  it’s not really red, like a reddish pink sort of colour. You know what I mean...                                  I had it & now I can’t find it, but I REALLY need it! ”

          Stray hairs hang around her face where they have fallen loose from her braids, & her freckled cheeks are glowing a delicate tint of coral, though soon may resemble a shade of scarlet with how frustrated Anna was becoming. She is unsure how to put more emphasis on how much she needs this nail polish ( because she heard this guy she thinks is cute really likes the colour red & well that is enough explanation ). She stands from where she knelt to peer underneath the bed -- though instantly regretted it with the amount of unwashed clothes & crumpled pieces of paper that lay there -- & rubs at her knees before directing her attention back to Rapunzel. 

                              “ Are you sure you haven’t seen it----? ”

                                       ❈ ||  @longlocked  //  x 

[secondpriincess-blog]

          A CHANCE TO CHANGE MY LONELY WORLD

                              A CHANCE TO FIND 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 !!

[halflunar]

But there’s this space between us, always this space between us.

Richard Siken, “Love from a Distance”  (via

dieworten

)

[secondpriincess-blog]

          She wonders that if all these signs were in Norwegian, perhaps she would have more luck at finding her way. Or, maybe if she had received more than three hours of sleep -- because a new chapter was updated on her favourite fanfic -- that would have helped too. Nonetheless, Anna is lost. One of her classes had been temporarily moved to another building ( something about maintenance work..? she cannot remember ). Anyway, this is the correct building, she reassures herself, eyes beginning to sting as she continues to stare down at the creased, tea-stained map. However it is not one she has ever needed to go into before, for the people wearing lab coats & the abundance of ‘ safety first! ‘ signs scattered over the alabaster walls draws Anna to the conclusion that this side of campus strays far from the humanities in which she specialises in. 

          Asking for directions would not hurt, right? she wonders. Then again, they are halfway through the semester & to ask for directions now seemed a tad... silly. I’ll just ask the next person I see, she tells herself, hoping that the next person she see’s happens to be the nicest person on campus ( although that is probably herself ). 

                              “ Excuse me..? Yeah, hi, uh... Sorry to bother you, but uhm, do you know where                                  room, oh jeez I had it a second ago. It’s... ah hah! That one, that one right there,                                  the red one. Do you know where that room is? I haven’t, uh, been in this building                                  before & I have, like, no idea where I’m going. Crazy, right? ”

                               ❈ ||  @xomago  //  x

[secondpriincess-blog]

bjcrgman:

As soon as she’d retreated further from him, Kristoff felt his heart  s i n k.

This wasn’t how things were EVER supposed to work out between them.

It seemed like such a short time ago they’d been HAPPY together, and now here they stood—— on the brink of a break-up.

It was something that he had to accept when taking the job offer, but it all felt too SURREAL until her last words.

His hopes had been that by being completely honest —— BLUNT, that she’d decide what it was she wanted.

Judging her words, Anna had done just that.

But she hadn’t picked what Kristoff had been hoping she was going to.

Truly, he hadn’t been sure what she wanted at first.

Anna had just declared her LOVE to him.

She loved him.

That was ENOUGH of a reason to stay.

And then she’d told him to  g o.

His plans hadn’t been to leave until early the next morning, but staying in the castle for one more night, even, was too much at this point. Luckily, he still had his cabin out in the mountains. He’d leave from there come morning.

Kristoff’s eyes had been focused everywhere BUT on the princess—— until he spoke one last time.

                                 ‘ I’ll be gone before sundown,                                    your majesty. ’

With a quick bow of his head, Kristoff turned back around to finish preparing for his now finalized trip into the mountains.

                              “ What------ ”

          Perhaps she has made the same mistake as Kristoff in thinking if she was to say something disquieting & hurtful enough, it would evoke enough despair & anger within him to drop this stoic facade & return to how things had been. But, how had things been..? What was normality for a Princess, let alone one courting a ‘ commoner ‘ as it were. A Prince, is the normality, Anna thinks. However she had tried that & he attempted to murder her. Does this mean she is not right for anybody? This moment right now is confirmation enough, she has such an effect on another that they either leave or try to eliminate the common denominater of upset in their life... her. 

          She can feel her heart beat speed up, quick enough a hand comes to hover over the space in where it lies as if to hold it & calm it. She breathes hastily too, each breath like a dagger ripping through her throat. It was the finality of it. This was it. This was it. 

                              “ But you can’t just go... You can’t actually go! ”

          She does not wish to portray such an image of desperation & weakness ( ‘pathetic ‘, as most put it ), however she could not allow herself to stand there in silence as the second most greatest thing in her life ( Elsa is first, sorry Kristoff ) just... walked right out of it without a hint of any remorse. That is not the Kristoff she had fallen in love with, the Kristoff she climbed hazardous mountains with & defeated giant marshmallow monsters with & ran around the palace halls in their socks with... please don’t go.

[secondpriincess-blog]

Elsa: Anna, NO!

Anna (confused): What?

Elsa: Sorry, force of habit. Kristoff, NO!

[secondpriincess-blog]

          “ Hi, uhm, you’re... I think I’ve been assigned to you, I mean, someone              pointed me in your direction & well, here I am. But, you know who I am,              right? Like, this is the correct place. It must be because, yeah, uh, sorry...              Hi, I’m Anna---- ”

                                         ❈ ||  @kempybowe  //  x