Jan 27
Of the Northmost Winds and Skies part 2
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Of the Northmost Winds and Skies part 2
Love this scene
'The Snow Queen' by Katharine & Elizabeth Beverley, 1929.
“…A bridge has two sides, and Mother had two daughters…”
Anna and Elsa doodles! I love their travel fits~ ❄️❄️❄️
#frozen #Frozen2 #disneyprincess #disney #elsa #anna #DisneyPlus #fanart
Jana Heidersdorf
꙳•❅*ִ𝕋𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕨 𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕫𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥… ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙⋆꙳•̩̩
Commissioned by the lovely @scoobysnack1107 ~!
Yandere Male Snow Queen x Kai's mother reader❄️🥺
Character From: ᵀʰᵉ ˢⁿᵒʷ ᵠᵘᵉᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ᴴᵃⁿˢ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᴬⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵉⁿ
There once lived a woman, you, in a small house at the edge of a bustling town, where the rosebushes climbed your window panes, and the seasons passed in gentle silence.
You were the mother of a boy named Kai, who was clever, brave, and full of mirth. But one winter, when the snow fell thicker than usual and the frost etched silver veins into every glass pane, Kai vanished without a trace.
They said he had died, lost to the snow, or perhaps stolen by wolves. But you knew better. A mother knows when her child still breathes.
And you were right.
Far in the north, in a palace made of mirrors and eternal winter, the Snow King sat upon his throne of ice.
Tall and beautiful he was, pale as the moonlight and cold as the heart of a blizzard. His eyes were like shards of crystal, and his hair fell in strands of glimmering frost. He had taken Kai not out of cruelty, but of longing.
Not for the boy.
But for the boy’s mother.
When at last she journeyed northward, braving the ice and howling winds, seeking her child through villages and valleys of snow, he welcomed her arrival with quiet ecstasy.
You found his palace at the end of the world, where no bird sang and no sun shone.
He came to you not as a monster, but as a man.
"Welcome, beloved mother of my chosen boy," he said, descending from his throne, his long cloak trailing frost across the floor.
"Where is my son?" You demanded, your heart beating harshly beneath your ribs.
"In the safest place he could ever be," he replied, gesturing to a chamber of light and snow, where Kai sat blank-eyed before a mirror, piecing together shards of a puzzle, trying to spell eternity.
"You have frozen his heart!" You cried.
The Snow King smiled, not cruelly, but tenderly, as if her fury delighted him.
"He is at peace. No pain. No fear. Only the stillness of perfect thought."
"But I am his mother."
"Then stay here with him, I will allow you to nurture him, but if you choose to leave, you leave without him."
The choice coiled around you like a serpent.
The Snow King was not a brute; he did not threaten with violence. No, his offer was far more dangerous.
He tempted you with the very thing you craved: your son’s safety. And beneath that, something darker, sweeter, the way his fingers lingered near yours, the way his eyes burned with something beyond ice.
"You would trap me?" you whispered.
He laughed softly.
"I would keep you. Cherish you. Let you rule this kingdom of silence at my side." His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your lip.
"Is that so terrible?"
The cold had seeped into your bones, but his touch was different, not numbing, but awakening.
"Say yes," he urged, his breath a frost-kissed caress against your ear. "And I will give you everything."
The worst part?
You said yes.
Fairytales | @elriel-month
In The Snow Queen, it is Gerda, kind-hearted, brave, and unwavering, who journeys north to save Kai.
Not with weapons.
Not with force.
But with love that refuses to be forgotten.
It’s hard not to see Elain and Azriel in them.
Elain, the light who would walk through ice and snow to bring him back.
Vallahan lies in the cold, distant north. And there’s foreshadowing, so much of it, telling us we may end up there soon.
Maybe that’s where their story will finally bloom.
Because in this fairytale, Elain gets to be the one who saves him.
And Azriel is just waiting for someone who sees him clearly… and still accepts him for who he is not what he is.
Feel free to read more about the theory.
From @acourtofquietdreamers post
As well from @womanexile post
Thank you so much to the gifted @evaroseart for this beautifully imagined piece. It’s pure fairytale magic, and your storytelling through art never fails to leave me in awe. ✨
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⤞ Art by @evaroseart
⤞ Commissioned by me
⤞ Please do not repost without permission
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