#axe!anna

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"You live in fear of the Change of Seasons but father, I am the Winter."

-Anna, Tiny Elephants, Chapter 6: Remember, Preview 

Will I ever write a fic where Agnarr is not a total asshole? I doubt it. In other news, Tiny Elephants will be getting a new chapter soon. I promise to make up for the neglect with this chapter. 

Story Summary:  It’s hard for Anna to piece together why the first five years of her life felt like summer, and the rest have been as lonely as a beach after a snow storm. She is the Heir to the Throne of Arendelle, a land that knows no change in seasons, just the whims of a Voice that can manipulate the cold. It is the source of the devastation in Anna’s homeland, but it is no where to be found and cannot be reached.   

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TINY ELEPHANTS || Chapter 8:Raw || Now Posted

Hi my little Elephants! The new chapter is finally up! I know I left you all hanging so finally there she is. Below is a little fix.  

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25519567/chapters/61915594

or 

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13629748/1/Tiny-Elephants

Enjoy!

 Raw: 

Flurries sway from side to side rocking like a swing a child has jumped from not a moment ago. 

They do not capture the Princess of Arendelle’s attention. Their beauty is lost on her. Each individual snowflake tells its own story. If Anna were to bother to catch one in her hands, she might see they hold memories. They might not have a single tone of colour to them, but there is clearly a redhead in these stories bouncing around another child. 

When each flake falls to the ground, building up the pool of cold, it becomes nearly impossible to read. The memory lost, not taken but shed. The more snow falls the less there is that links Anna to the frail block of ice huddled in the corner. The more it snows the less she will ever find out about the life she once shared with the former Heir to the Throne. It is that person who is letting those memories go. 

It looks like a display of affection, magic fluttering, announcing a reunion. But it is an act of fear. 

Anna’s knees dig deeper into the pile of truths as she pulls herself further, or closer to the Change of Seasons. Anna is not sure what to do with her own frozen fingers, if she should put them back onto the shaking body in front of her or drop them to her sides.

She’s shocked at what she sees, bones, ribs that look like they are inhaling the figure’s skin. Anna has uncovered a glimpse of a decrepit body. She is looking at almost clear skin and veins pumping blue blood towards a heart. It does not feel like the deceit her father warned her about. Hearts are animal, as are humans. The voice is not mystical. It is real. Tangible for the first time in all of Anna’s memories. 

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Anna looks past the starving and sees a gleam. It’s not just the pulses of blue magic that spread– coming and going like a deep breath– frosted starbursts the swell under the Change of Seasons skin, the beauty there is more human.   Anna looks past the flesh, illuminating like the first day of snowfall, when the flakes are fat and plentiful enough to build up over the ground, and sees a girl. In the far recesses of Anna’s memories, before winter was something Arendellians feared, the first snowfall was her most favourite thing.  The feeling of winter is with the Princess now, personified and radiant.

Tiny Elephants, Chapter 9, Reset 

After a month of keeping my elephants waiting, I can now announce the new chapter is up! IT IS THE SECOND TO LAST! 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25519567/chapters/61915594

OR 

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13629748/1/Tiny-Elephants

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A Present for Tiny Elephants Readers: Spoilers for P6

Because you are the most patient bunch, I’ve decided to give you a taste of the next chapter. If you aren’t caught up, stop turn around and see you later or click on the links to read.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13629748/1/Tiny-Elephants

or 

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/25519567

Picking up where we left off peeps. 

Chapter 6: Remember 

The darkness is cold. Colder than what she had succumbed to. If the Gods chose an afterlife for the Princess of Arendelle, it is especially cruel for hell to be so cold. Anna’s eyes open as it sinks into her. Hell fills her ears and nose. When she opens her mouth to scream at the malice of the Gods, she takes in a mouthful of the freeze. It fills her stomach. It adds weight to the weightlessness that is this prison. 

It’s water. Anna starts choking on water. It reminds Anna that she has a habit of giving up too soon. If this darkness in a vast sea of water, it means she made it below the ice. There is a chance that the fjord has thawed. The Princess does not know which way is up or which is down. There is no direction in the black. She only knows that the ice has not followed her here. There is no snow around to save her life. She calls out to the Change of Season either way. But has nothing to call it but Elephant. 

“El?’ The simple word escaping her lips causes a ripple in the water. A bubble forms from her lips and travels down her body. It travels up. Anna starts thrashing wildly in an attempt to catch up with it. She follows it to the surface. She keeps calling out for the voice and she follows her own, until her hand breaks the tide. 

The sea is settled. Although the world is loud compared to the ocean. The sound of seagulls, of the wind, of the small waves crashing into the shore, sound like a concert. It sounds like summer. Anna’s ears are popping, her lungs are heaving, her limbs are thrashing. She’s at the surface but she is still very much drowning. She is filled with so much cold water that it drags her back down from where she came. 

Anna sinks. She leaves the summer sounds behind. Until the heaviest part of her comes in contact with something smooth and flat. She hears a thunk and another, as her body collides onto a bed of ice. She starts to rise again. She stops fighting the cold on her back because she’s been saved by it. Hands that feel like they are human touch her and for a moment she feels like her dream has come true. The voice has come out of the attic to meet her.