#bdrpelsa

[incredible-dad]

Midnight Snack = [Bobel]

@icequeenx-elsa​

The best part about the summer was finding out that the ice cream shoppe had extended hours. It was one of his favorite places in Swynlake. He had found it in the first week and corralled everyone into the family car and taken them down to it after their first real family dinner in Swynlake. 

It had become a tradition for the end of the week to go. 

It had also become more of a secret, personal, tradition to find his way there when on a late shift and bored. 

He knew he probably ate more sweets than he should, since he was well into middle age but what Helen didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. 

When he walked through the door, the bell chimed. There was a group of teenagers being rowdy in the corner but otherwise the shoppe was more or less empty, just a bit before close. 

“Howdy, Elsa,” Bob greeted as he approached the counter, hooking his fingers into his belt loops. “What new stuff do you have in today?”

[thestrength-of-thewolf-blog]

Thin Ice -||- [Akelsa]

@from-my-freezing-hell

Akela had heard about the ice witch from the vampire. It only made sense the two knew each other. Despite his inherent dislike of the vampire, she was smart and she knew that there was safety in numbers. Without a coven, she felt just as lost as Akela did without most of his pack. She sought others of power, just like he did, in order to form alliances, in order to protect his family.

That was the only thing that was important to him these days, especially with Raksha’s baby less than a moon away. 

He was glad he had come home to his pack right on time, the thought of the little baby without his protection made his stomach twist in all kinds of knots. His dreams had been filled with poor little Rahil and Neerav and Maahir, Aanya and Prisha and Ahsan. All the young pups who had perished because he couldn’t protect them.

Never again.

Which was why he approached the ice witch’s door on a brisk fall evening. He had been hovering around her little ice cream shoppe as inconspicuously as possible, trying to determine anything about her, but there was little to learn.

So, he needed to approach her. Knocking on the door of her house, he stood back and tucked his hands behind him, drawing himself up to his full height.

[the-grinch-of-swynlake]

frozen time [elsa]

The night was braced with the falling of tiny snowflakes drifting down through the foliage of Enchantra Forest. It was well past five o’clock, yet It was already dark and might as well have been considered night. The stars were shielded by the thicket of clouds and the west wind breezed through the autumn air. At the base of the trees, amber leaves became sheeted with a thin layer of white, which glistened as the half-moon peeked its’ head from behind a wandering cloud. All was silent save for the melody of the trees moved by the soft northern wind.

 Adam had always favored the cold seasons. It could be reasonably explained by the fact his body was naturally warm-natured. Constantly heated by the embodied furnace in his chest, which dispelled along his limbs like the catching of a dryland fields on a smoldering day. And so, with such a spirit of warmth in him, the wandering man did not feel the least bit uncomfortable by the bitter air as he walked along the unbidden trail. His thoughts were veiled by the company of the soft leaves under foot as he padded nearer, coming quietly upon the silver lake. A famous or notorious spot, depending on who you ask in town. For Adam, it was a mixed feel. He had fond memories by this lake, which was located about a half mile out from his property line. It was always worth the trek however, and as he came upon it now he could feel it’s enchanting pull. But there was something else in the air that night that also seemed to gravitate him nearer. What could it be? He wondered, as he stopped a few feet from the edge, facing the west end of the long, wide lake- which lay frozen before him in calming white sheet of frost and snow.

[labellerose-acheron]

Into the Woods *** Belle/Elsa

Belle had always loved the woods. The paths were as familiar as the lines on her palm. She had explored them with Philippe since she had been a young girl, though her father had done well to warn her of the dangers off the trails. It wasn’t until recently that she had ever gone farther into the woods than the trails allowed. 

And she had found out that her father had been quite right about the woods and the path and the dangers beyond. She had the scar to prove it. A scar which kept her hand steady on reins, guiding Philippe along the cleared path. It was twilight, her favorite time for a ride. Just after work, it allowed her to clear her head. With Philippe, she didn’t have to be anything but her quiet self...