Hooli! Aparezco para festejar la Elsanna week! Amo este ship con toda mi alma, siempre me dio vida ♥ No sé, tiene algo que me puede, más allá del gustito de lo prohibido (en la ficción siempre garpa). Creo firmemente que Anna nació para Elsa y viceversa. Desde que vi la peli por primera vez tuve ese pensamiento y nada ni nadie pudo sacármelo de la cabeza. Así que acá estamos, siendo una fan más de este ship medio polémico pero no por eso menos adictivo.
Me alegra que la convocatoria de todos los años siga igual de concurrida! Por falta de tiempo no voy a poder participar :( Pero como igual quería aportar mi semillita (aprovechaba la hdp) les dejo por acá uno de mis fics Elsanna por si les pinta leerlo. Lo escribí hace un tiempo ya. Es del que más estoy orgullosa, espero que les guste :)
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And now, once again but in English:
I appear to celebrate the Elsana week! I love this ship with all my soul. It is one of my favorites (and I have many).
I am glad that the call every year is still as big! Due to lack of time, i won't be able to participate this year :( But i still wanted to contribute my little seed, so i leave here one of my Elsanna fics. I wrote it a while ago. It's the one i'm most proud. It's in Spanish, but you can easily read it with the translator. I hope you like it :)
Tittle: The door
Rated: Mature +18
Warnings: incest, explicit sexual content
Review: Anna receives an unexpected visit from Elsa after she was quite absent after her coronation. The problem? Elsa reappeared with a question that could destroy her everyday life and, even worse, her sisterhood.
Do you like Elsanna? Do you like weeks? Well, you’re in luck, because this Elsanna Week will be going for eight days instead of seven, from March 5th to March 12th! Yay for the extra day!
Moreover, since there are folks in the fandom who might have wanted to participate in previous Elsanna Weeks but didn’t have the chance, there will be two lists of prompts. One consists of new prompts. The other consists of a collection of prompts from previous years. People then have the freedom to choose which of the prompts they want to do on a given today. You can do any of the prompts you like! You can do a new prompt on one day and an old prompt on another, you can do all the new prompts, you can do all the old prompts, you can do ALL the prompts if you want to - go for it! The point is to have fun, and celebrate the love between Elsa and Anna in fics, fanart, edits, anything you like!
As always, tag your posts elsanna week or elsannaweek or even simply elsanna and they will be reblogged here. If I miss your post, don’t hesitate to send me a message and I’ll reblog your work! Thank you for being a part of this beautiful ship.
For day 2 of Elsanna week, and the second part of my fic!
Wonderful warm memories, held dear during an awful time where Elsa can only grieve and try not to hurt anyone. Is she making the best choice?
Part 1 is Here!
When they were a few years younger, Elsa and Anna loved to dance together, and pretend to go on 'dates' all around the castle. Elsa would be ten, and Anna would be seven, and they would have a time to meet in the courtyard. Elsa would always show up on time, and Anna would always be late, and sometimes Elsa would wring her hands in worry if Anna took too long.
But, Anna always showed up. She often showed up with a handful of flowers she picked herself. More accurately, they looked ripped out of the ground...but Elsa didn't care. She always took the flowers with a smile and let Anna kiss the top of her hand. Then they would run off somewhere giggling to have treats or make a little snowman wonderland to have fun in.
At the 'end', also known as dinnertime followed by bedtime, Elsa would thank Anna for a wonderful time. Anna would clasp her hands and turn her feet inward with her little cheeks quickly turning a wonderful rosey color, and she would be so cute that Elsa would hug her.
She would take her flowers and put them in a little vase somewhere in the castle. Sometimes it was in the Great Hall, sometimes in the library, but most often on the table next to her bed. It made her feel so good to have flowers from Anna. They never ceased to make her smile...
Until that day.
Anna brought the flowers to the graves of their parents, their petals only tainted by her tears. She had set them by the stones and cried, loud and ugly. She didn't hold back a single sound.
Elsa stood stoically as Anna wrapped her arms around her from the side and wept into her shoulder. Normally Elsa's body ran mildly cooler than anyone else's, but she knew in that moment it was colder than ever. Her heart felt like a block of ice, heavy in her chest. Her tears were frozen. What could she do? Even with her magic, she was powerless.
Snow and ice couldn't bring back the parents they lost at sea. Frigid wind couldn't heal Anna's sadness. Elsa couldn't even take care of herself.
That much became clear in the days after the funeral.
"You have to eat," Anna had prompted her, dark circles on under her eyes and less of a smile on her freckled face. She pushed Elsa's potato stew toward her. "Please."
"I'm not hungry," Elsa managed, just staring at the food. Mother and Father were gone. Just like that, they were never coming home. Elsa hugged them at the docks, and her mother kissed her face all over. 'I love you' was exchanged between every single one of them and Elsa linked arms with Anna as the two waved after the ship.
Everything had been so close to normal, for a while, with the council and royal advisor running the kingdom under very set instructions from the king and queen. It was as smooth as it could be, for running a kingdom was never a totally easy task.
It did not help that many had become aware of Elsa's powers over the years - her playtime with Anna over time had made it impossible to hide, especially when at random times during the year, they decided it had to be a 'snow day'. Questions were asked, whispers circulated, and it got out. Her parents had tried to keep it as secretive as they could until they were ready to handle the reactions, so they never said anything directly.
As a result, the job of explaining herself fell to Elsa alone.
With her parents gone on the trip, some cheeky residents had the idea they could show up and try to prod in regards to Elsa's magic. It only became worse when responsibilities immediately fell on her, even if for the time being she wasn't quite the ruler.
"You have to eat." Anna broke her train of thought. "Please, Elsa?"
The pleading almost worked, especially the tired way Anna voiced it. Yet, Elsa's stomach was like a stone. The last thing she wanted was food. "I just-I just can't," she said softly, refusing to look up.
"You can if you just have the first mouthful, that will-that will jumpstart your appetite, you- hey! Where are you going?"
She couldn't stand it. Elsa stood up and briskly walked from the table. Her eyes were threatening to pour, and for some reason, she couldn't do it in front of Anna. So, she went to her room.
Over the next couple of weeks she hardly left the room. Anna did, but came back to check on her often. Anna would bring her food, Elsa would nibble if she could, but otherwise she curled up against her bedroom wall or stayed in her bed. There was always some sort of snowfall in the room, and it varied between heavy and light. Ice crystals sometimes hung in the air and the walls froze. Elsa would have a nightmare, and icicles would spike from the walls.
Anna tried to sleep in the room but her face was exhausted every day and she moved slower and slower. Being chilled to her bones all the time sapped her of her energy. Sometimes she slept on her own and sometimes she squished herself against Elsa, arm around her in a desperate attempt to hold onto her. Elsa would wake to Anna shaking - either as she cried, or shivered from the cold, or both. And she worried but she couldn't convince Anna to go to another room, or even her own bed.
That was, until the night of her terrible nightmare, her parents on the ship and an ocean with glowing eyes trying to devour them. The sky was dark and lightning flashed as the dark, angry waves formed a giant mouth. It closed down on their ship and Elsa screamed, shooting ice from where ever it was she was standing in the dream. She had to fight it, had to defeat the monster in the ocean that wanted so desperately to destroy her family.
She woke to a loud yell and sat right up. Next to her, Anna had drawn herself to a corner of the bed. In front of Anna were the remnants of razor sharp ice blades that had crashed down from the roof.
Anna was shaking like a leaf. There were a few bloodied cuts on her legs, arms and face. The room was a bitter cold and to Elsa's horror, she had seen that a chunk of Anna's hair had gone white. Her heart beat rapidly and for a minute Elsa couldn't move.
She'd nearly hurt her sister very, very badly. If Anna hadn't moved - if she hadn't been too cold to sleep, and thus awake enough to move-
Elsa's mind raced and she was so tight in her stomach she worried she might throw up.
"Anna..."
"Els-s-sa?" Anna looked at her with wide eyes. "Are you um, are you okay? What h-happened?" A slice on her cheek bled freely, down her chin and trickling dark drops on her gown.
There were so many ways she could have replied. Elsa could have asked Anna if she was okay. She could have comforted her, could have immediately set about cleaning up and getting her bandaged. There were ways she could have responded that would have been appropriate.
Instead, she whispered. "You need to get out of here."
"W-what?" Anna stared.
Elsa took a breath, and raised her voice. "You can't stay in here. You can't sleep in here." It was too dangerous. If Elsa hurt her, she could never forgive herself. And really, she already had hurt her.
"But Elsa..."
"Anna, go to another bedroom. Light a fire. Get the castle doctor, clean yourself up, and sleep," Elsa managed.
"Elsa, I wanna sleep in-"
"This is - this is not up for debate!" Elsa snapped, and she hated herself so much when she did. Anna was someone she never wanted to snap at, and the shock on Anna's face felt like someone reached into her chest and tore out her heart. "You have to get out!"
Anna shook her head, followed by touching her palm to her bloodied cheek. "N-no, Elsa, come on, I can just-"
"Get. Out." The way Elsa hissed the words made her self hatred grow. It spread over her whole being like the ice on the walls. She hoped she never felt good again.
It worked, though. Anna slid off the bed with a stunned look. She wobbled slowly to her bed, then turned to look at Elsa. Her eyes were pleading, but Elsa's were hard, firm.
So, Anna gathered more blankets and made her way from the room, closing the door behind her.
The next day Elsa had all of Anna's things moved to another room, at the opposite end of the hall as hers. She didn't want the cold to seep into a room right next to her own, didn't want the ice to form and fall. Whatever it took to keep Anna safe, she had to do it.
Anna fought with her. She yelled at her, she cried, she begged, she tried everything to merge their rooms again. Elsa hardened herself and never bent to her tears, even if inside she was falling apart. Eventually, Anna gave up fighting with her, but she would often come into the room and find reasons to hang around. She would try to follow Elsa where she could, invite her for walks, try to get her to hang out.
Somehow, Elsa couldn't. Every part of her told her being too close to Anna would hurt her. It wasn't even rational! She would still eat dinner with Anna and others, help with festivals, and participate in other important tasks in the castle. Yet, she kept her distance.
Weeks turned into months and they became years. Every day she wanted to hug Anna. Every day she wanted to talk to her for hours, but she didn't. She remained quiet as Anna talked her ear off in vain. Her responses to Anna's requests were non-commital. Sometime she had to give up, didn't she? Anna could go and make wonderful friends outside the castle; she technically wasn't really bound to it the way Elsa was.
No, it was Elsa who was to become queen and had so many duties she didn't have the time for Anna anyway. She told herself that.
The questions about her magic still came in from her people. Elsa ignored them. She offered nothing and showed none of her magic if she could help it, withdrawing into herself as much as she could. For a while, it worked.
However, it wouldn't last forever.
Eventually, it was the day of her coronation. She would officially be crowned. She would be under examination from the people around her more than ever as well. It was painful to know she would have to socialize that day - other kingdoms would send delegates to celebrate and go over trade agreements and all the tiring things Elsa had trained herself for over the years.
It wouldn't be too difficult, the paperwork. The hard part was the people. Anna would be there too, but Elsa could only hope she would be entirely distracted.
Her hopes for such were dashed the moment she woke up in the snowy landscape that was her bedroom.
On her nightstand, their petals covered in glimmering flakes, was a bunch of flowers - it was a big bunch of flowers, too. Elsa recognized foxgloves, white dryads, and, of course, one she had a particular affinity for - lady of the snows. Anna loved to give those to her, to decorate Elsa's hair with them and laugh the whole time. She'd even spread the petals on Elsa's bed for her birthday once. Where she even found them that time of year Elsa had no clue, but it was wonderful.
The flowers were held in a crudely formed vase that Anna had made years ago during a lesson. She had tried her best but it just didn't turn out smooth. It was no matter though, as she was able to paint it all over with sunflowers and bees. Some bees had sandwiches. That always made Elsa smile.
Despite her anxieties over the day, Elsa smiled then too.
She pushed and pushed Anna away and yet the girl kept trying day after day. She reached out even as Elsa slid farther away. Those flowers? They were absolutely from Anna. Only Anna gave her that specific combo, time and time again.
Elsa wanted Anna to grow apart from her, to go somewhere safer and find wonderful friends that loved to have her around all the time.
Regardless, that morning Elsa was ever so grateful to know her sister thought of her. It was just what she needed.
