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i didnt get to read your elsanna sleepover smut fic, can u like post a link? thanks. <3
I’m sorry you missed the livewrite, anon. The sleepover smut fic isn’t quite finished yet, unfortunately. I might finish livewriting it this weekend, or I might just finish it on my own. I haven’t decided yet, but I’m not comfortable posting it in its current state, so I can’t give you a link. Never fear though, you’ll see it finished sometime next week. :)
Drabble req? The sweetest wedding for Anna and Elsa you could ever write! :) (from 23deecy)
It occurs to me that "sweet" could mean a couple of different things in this context. I could have either gone with "badass, awesome wedding" or "wedding so gooey and sugary it makes your teeth rot out just thinking about it." Well...I was in an extremely sentimental mood when I sat down to write this, so I hope you brought some Colgate. You're going to need it. (Oh, and just like the last prompt I filled, this one ended up ballooning out to the point that I don't think you could call it a drabble any more, which is why this is going up now instead of during/directly after the Elsanna Sleepover. Sorry for the delay. And enjoy!)
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The weather was gorgeous. A cloudless blue sky where the noonday sun rang out bright and clear like a bell contrasted perfectly with the deep green grass and colorful flowers of the castle garden, the whole place bathed in dazzling light and warmth. You could hardly blame any of the guests for being a bit suspicious. It was perfect weather for a wedding, after nearly two solid weeks of overcast skies and drizzling spring rain. And when the bride—or would she be considered the groom, in this instance?—was known to be able to directly control the weather, at least to some degree, it was reasonable to assume that the good fortune of the day's climate was more planning than accident.
In truth, it was pure luck. As she stood in front of the altar, trying hard as she could to keep from shuffling nervously in place as she waited for the ceremony to begin, Elsa sighed, scarcely able to believe it. They'd made plans to hold the ceremony in the castle's chapel if the weather hadn't panned out, though neither of them had been fond of the idea. It had been Anna who had come up with the concept of holding the wedding in the garden, her eyes lighting up as she realized this would allow the family of ducks that she genuinely considered her friends to attend, and for Kristoff to bring his reindeer Sven.
More than that, a garden wedding would feel less formal, more intimate, despite the fact that even more people could fit into the garden than the chapel would have accommodated. Anna hadn't said anything about it in the past few days, but Elsa could easily tell that her sister was slightly disappointed at the prospect of holding the ceremony inside. It had been a great relief when she'd woken that morning to a miraculously clear sky.
She took in a deep breath and sighed again, a small smile perking up the corners of her mouth. In truth, everything today made her feel lucky. Impossibly, wonderfully lucky. To have Anna in her life...beautiful, brave, ridiculous, wonderful Anna, who loved her completely and whom she loved just as much. To feel confident and in control of her abilities, safe in the knowledge that no matter what happened, with Anna by her side she would never feel trapped and controlled by her own fear again. And to have the respect of her people, who had always supported her as their Queen and then accepted them with open arms when she and her sister had taken the step of publicly announcing their romance and their plan to marry each other.
The quiet hum of the crowd fell silent, the smile growing on Elsa's face as she turned. And there, at the end of the long center aisle, was Anna. The musicians struck up a tune, her eyes met Elsa's, and she began to walk. Of the two of them, the princess had decided to wear more traditional wedding attire, and as she made her way down the aisle on the arm of their uncle, King Alphonse of Corona, she nearly stumbled several times as the wide skirt of the dress caught on, in order: the back of a chair, the tip of an extremely pointy shoe, and Sven's antlers as he moved forward to lick her as she passed. From his place in the wedding party, Kristoff groaned and made a shooing gesture at his friend. Anna, however, appeared to be prepared for this, and produced a carrot from somewhere in the recesses of her dress, smoothly handing it to the reindeer before hugging him and continuing towards the altar.
The altar was within a finely detailed gazebo that Elsa had created out of ice that morning, and in the sun it sparkled like it was made of diamond. As Anna released King Alphonse's arm and stepped up to join her bride-to-be, the light that cascaded through the structure illuminated the myriad tiny floral emblems that had been patterned into her dress and pinned into her hair, drawing an audible gasp from the crowd. They matched perfectly with the snowflakes that covered Elsa's dress, so that from a distance they appeared to be coated in starlight.
“Hi,” Anna said. Behind the veil, Elsa could see her bride's smile beaming out at her, blue eyes sparkling with joy.
“Hi,” Elsa said back. “You look beautiful.”
A small laugh, as Anna raised her hand and ran a finger along Elsa's cheek. “You look beautifuler. Still. Is that a word yet?”
“It is if we want it to be. I'm the Queen, remember? But you look beautifulest.”
Anna snorted. “Now I know that's not a word.” A pause, as her smile turned into a lopsided grin. “But thank you.” Even through the veil, Elsa could see the redness spreading across her sister's face.
Her sister. Her beloved, wonderful sister, who had risked everything to save her. To show her just how much she loved her. Her sister, who had changed her world. Who was her world, the whole thing, from the stars in the sky to the sound of water gurgling over the rocks in the river, all of it was Anna.
There was a moment of quiet, easy silence between them, and it wasn't until the priest cleared his throat loudly that they remembered why they were there. The laughed, apologized, and the ceremony got underway. Soon, vows were exchanged, the rings were brought forth (Olaf was so excited he tripped over himself no less than five times on his way to the altar), and as the priest pronounced them married, they found themselves nearly incapable of waiting to be told they could kiss. They just barely managed it, and the moment the words were out of the man's mouth, they came together in a kiss that was so raw and passionate that most of the audience found themselves blushing.
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The reception was technically held in the royal ballroom, though the wide glass doors that faced the terraces and garden had been thrown open and the party spilled out into the evening air, threatening to overrun the entirety of the castle grounds as it progressed. The long rows of chairs that had been set up for the ceremony were removed and tables set down, which very nearly provided enough seating for everyone. They'd invited people from all over, and almost everyone they'd invited had come or at least sent someone in their place.
When it was time for the party to begin, Elsa created a series of thin, swirling clouds in the vaulted ceiling of the ballroom, and an almost imperceptibly light dusting of snow floated down on the guests as they availed themselves of the lavish spread of food that the castle's kitchens had prepared for the occasion.
All of the tension and stress that had gone along with planning the wedding faded as the evening progressed, the air cooling as the sky took on a rich orange hue. Even Kristoff and Rapunzel—whose precariously undefined places in the wedding party (“You're sort of both the best man and the maid of honor!”) had put them continuously at odds—had managed to bury the hatchet, and after Rapunzel's husband Eugene had forced three or four drinks on each of them, all three could be seen laughing together at a table in the corner of the room, seeing who could make the best asparagus mustache.
Much of the ballroom itself had been given over to the dance floor, the musicians on a raised platform at the head of the room. As the band played on, the newlyweds (out for their third dance of the evening) held each other close as they spun slowly through the sea of dancing guests. Occasionally someone would notice their presence and turn to wish them well, and though the couple tried hard to be polite, the truth was that they were so enraptured by one another's presence that they barely noticed.
As the music slowed, Anna wrapped herself more tightly around Elsa and nestled her head into the crook of her wife's neck. “We're popular,” she said, voice low and full of amusement.
“It's all thanks to you,” Elsa said, bringing her hand up from Anna's hip to rub her shoulder. “Everyone who's attended a party or public event in the last two years has seen how good of a host you are.”
Anna laughed. “Stop it! You'll give me a big head.”
“It's true! You've become a party planning master since we reopened the castle. I'm constantly amazed by it.”
“I just want to make sure that every time we invite the rest of the world to Arendelle, people leave with good memories. The best memories. I want people to smile when they think of this place...when they think of the kingdom that you watch over—“
“—that we watch over—“ Elsa said emphatically.
Anna lifted her head from where it lay and looked Elsa in the eye. “—because you're amazing, and I want everyone to see you like I do.”
Elsa raised her eyebrow. “Just like you do?” Anna rolled her eyes and grinned. “Well, not quite. You are mine, after all.”
“I am,” Elsa agreed. “And you're mine. My Anna.”
The newly-anointed Princess-Consort's eyes sparkled with emotion. “Forever and always.”
Elsa found herself overcome as well, and pulled Anna up into a kiss, all thoughts of the world around them well and truly forgotten.
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And then, later, much later, after the guests had wandered or staggered or been dragged off to bed (or, in the case of Eugene, Kristoff, and Rapunzel, simply passed out in a heap somewhere in the bushes after numerous drinks had made all kinds of things seem like good ideas), after the moon had sunk low in the sky and all was finally calm, Princess-Consort Anna gave her Queen a long kiss and pushed her down onto the large, soft bed in their new shared chambers.
She paused momentarily to admire her beloved splayed out on the silk sheets, hair undone, a blush dusting her pale cheeks. Mesmerized by her new wife's beauty, it fell to the Queen to decide Anna was taking too long and snap her out of it by pulling her down to join her. Soon, clothes were discarded, limbs intertwined, and anyone in the adjacent parts of the castle who was not already sleeping soundly found themselves hugely distracted by the sounds coming from the royal bedchambers. Despite Elsa's propensity for cooling whatever room she found herself in, the temperature rose.
Only when the sun crept up again on what looked to be another beautiful day did the royal couple feel themselves falling asleep, snuggling contentedly as they nestled into each other, each knowing that every night for the rest of their lives, they would be able to go to sleep just like this and in the morning wake up together, never again alone.
Drabble prompt: Elsa and Anna, while digging through the old part of the castle library, come across a dusty tome whose contents are the very drabble depicting the actions they're currently performing. (from aesir-blade)
Okay. So. I tried to keep this down to an appropriate drabble-length. That did not happen, and now it's nearly 1500 words long. That's why this is going up today, instead of during the Elsanna Sleepover, which it was originally meant for. Oh well, it was a lot fun to write!
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Anna had found it somewhere in the darkened back corner of the library, that area neither of them liked to go because it was in just such a location—behind a column, near the staircase, cut off by two much larger, more imposing rows of shelves—that it never got any light at all, even at noon on the brightest of days. It was creepy, depressing, not to mention full of dust (the castle staff didn't like going back there either), so Elsa was justifiably confused when her sister told her where she'd been.
“Why were you even back there?”
“I was playing hide-and-seek with Olaf. He tripped and lost his head, so I had to go get it back for him. Speaking of which, you should probably help him later. His head got kind of...grimy, and he'd probably really appreciate it if you could help, um...freshen him up? Oh—anyway, check it out. It's so weird...”
The auburn-haired woman slid the book across the table to her, then pulled her fingers back from it like she'd been burned. Elsa frowned, picking up the offending tome. It was rather small, but despite its size, it was heavy. The blue binding was cracked and faded, but there was a texture to it that felt unpleasant, almost moist.
“I see what you mean,” Elsa said, turning the object over in her hands. “Why did you pick it up?”
“I don't know,” Anna said. “It just sort of...called to me, I guess? It was right there on the shelf, sort of wedged in between a couple of big old ledger books. It looked kind of lonely.”
“What's inside it?”
Anna shrugged. “No idea. I thought we could open it together. It'll be an adventure! Ooh, what if it's the secret diary of one of our ancestors? Or the memoirs of an infamous pirate! We could be on our way to finding buried pirate gold in minutes. Elsa, open the book.” The princess sat back, fixing her with an intense expression.
The queen laughed. “You know it's probably going to just be another set of the castle's accounting records from the 15th century. Or something like that...”
“Hey, don't kill the fun before it's even started. A girl can dream, can't she?”
Elsa shook her head ruefully, set the book down on the table, and opened it. She picked a page at random, finding it filled with small, neatly written script, and started reading. After a few seconds, her expression changed from one of vague interest to one of slight concern, and from there to real worry.
As Elsa's expression darkened, Anna leaned forward, frowning. “What's wrong?”
Elsa swallowed, and after a few seconds began to read aloud: “Anna had found it somewhere in the darkened back corner of the library, that area neither of them liked to go...”
The princess blinked, not understanding. “Wait, does that say Anna? Like, Anna Anna, like me? That's odd. There—um, there must be someone from further back in the family line with the same name, I'm surprised Mom and Dad never—“
“The auburn-haired woman slid the book across the table to her, then pulled her fingers back from it like she'd been burned. Elsa frowned, picking up the offending tome. It was rather small, but despite its size, it was heavy.” Elsa looked up from the page at her, eyes wide.
Anna looked at her for a long moment, then laughed. “Very funny, Elsa. It does not say that. No way.”
“It does,” the queen said emphatically. “It...it's describing what's happening right now, Anna.”
“It can't be!”
“There's dialogue: 'pirate gold'...'15th Century'...'A girl can dream, can't she?' ”
Elsa's eyes flicked forward, reading ahead, and just as Anna was about to start talking she read aloud, speaking in unison with her sister, “There is no way that book contains exactly what we're doing and saying right now. That's insane! You're messing with me! Watch this, you can't predict what I'm going to say. Fuzzy slug pillow!”
They both fell silent, and Anna's eyes widened. After a few seconds, she stood up from the table and stepped back. “Okay, this is weird. I mean weird weird. Unsettlingly weird. I've seen some strange stuff but this is...” she trailed off, finding that no further elaboration would really cover it.
“We should put the book back,” Elsa said firmly. “Just put it back where it came from, and not worry about it any more.”
“I agree,” Anna said. “I mean, so what if there's a weird book in our library that just happens to contain exact descriptions of events that are either currently happening or haven't happened yet? So what? We can just set it back down and not pay it any more mind than we—“ She stopped herself, frowning. Wheels seemed to turn in her head, and after a long moment she started speaking again. “So, okay. How far ahead does it go? I mean, is the whole book full of this stuff?”
Elsa paged through the volume. “No...most of the pages are actually blank. And most of the rest is too smudged to be readable. This—this story that we're in the middle of actually only goes on a little bit longer.”
Anna's eyes widened. “Why? Wh—what happens? How does it end?”
Elsa quirked her mouth to the side and looked at her. “I thought you said you didn't want to know...”
“I don't! Not really! But this thing really bothers me, and I feel like we have to do something about it. Okay, how about this? You read ahead, tell me what I'm going to do, and then I'll do the exact opposite. That'll show it who's boss.”
Elsa sighed. “Fine, but I don't think this is going to work out quite the way you want it to. Are you ready?” “Oh, I was born ready! Go for it.” She cleared her throat, let her eyes drift further down the page, and began reading. “ Anna did the exact opposite of what the story said she was going to do next, thereby following the path of the story exactly.”
Anna was at a loss for words. “What kind of story is this? That's so vague, nobody could possibly know what's happening. Terrible writing...”
Elsa shrugged. “I think it's messing with you.”
“Well, fine then. I don't even care any more! I'm leaving.” Anna got up and started towards the door.
For some reason, even though she herself was fairly unsettled by everything that had just happened, Elsa found Anna's indignation funny. Unable to stop herself, she picked up the book and followed her sister out of the library, reading aloud:
“Anna stalked out of the library. At this point, Elsa's reading had once again caught up to exactly where they were in the story, so the actual text of the story was contained within her dialogue. She followed her sister down the hall and around the corner. The princess punched a suit of armor as she passed, and the helmet toppled off it, just missing Elsa's foot by inches—Hey!”
Anna didn't apologize, and instead broke into a sprint. Now feeling genuinely concerned for her sister's well being, Elsa took her eyes off the book and jogged to keep up with her.
Eventually, Anna came to a dead end, the only thing ahead a window and one of the castle's many broom closets. The younger woman leaned against the window, panting.
“Why?” Anna said. “What does it mean?”
“I have no idea,” Elsa said, approaching her. “But at least we're almost at the end...”
Anna turned, her eyes newly alight with worry.
“So how does it end?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“...”
“Anna?”
“...yeah. I do. Go ahead and tell me.”
The queen leaned close to her sister, and whispered the ending to her.
Anna's eyes widened, and she blushed. “Does it really say that?”
Elsa gave her a small smile. “You can read it for yourself, if you want.” She handed the princess the book. She scanned to the end of the page, read the words, and nodded. Then she closed the book and shrugged.
“Well, that's not so bad,” she said. “I mean, we were already going to do that anyway, weren't we?”
“In truth, I was surprised you wanted to talk about this book in the first place, considering.”
Anna smiled at her. “Well then, shall we?” She raised her free hand, and her sister took it. Together, they headed to the broom closet, checking to make sure there were no servants in the hallway to see them go inside. Once they were certain they were alone, they quietly closed the door behind them. Anna's arms traveled up her sister's back, drawing her close. Their lips met as the Princess pushed the queen against the wall. The book fell to the floor, and soon, they were both too distracted to pay it a single thought.
This is from the Elsanna sleepover! I didn't do much because I was tired OTL;;;
I want to thank the people who came and the others who requested these pictures :) You guys are amazing! I might livestream more thanks to a wonderful audience like you.
The prompt was Anna/Elsa eating from an ice carton I believe? (This is what I get for being busy and not posting it the day of) I got a bit carried away ;p requested by asksillysisters
How the canon Elsa and Anna would react to fanfiction xD;;; requested by nhisaysrawr
And Elsa in a riders uniform requested by nhisaysrawr
So, the Elsanna Sleepover has come to a close, and it was awesome.
Staying up late to hang out with a bunch of you wonderful people was one of the best things I've done in a long time, and I can't wait to dig into the mountain of art and fic that everyone made. Thank you to both 23deecy and Aesir for sending me drabble prompts after I asked for them very late in the day. I'll post what I wrote based on them a bit later. And thank you, so, SO much to emirael for organizing the sleepover and doing a fantastic livewriting session in the wee hours of the morning.
This whole thing was a ton of fun--let's do it again soon!
Elsanna Sleepover. the end?
was totally fun! We should do this again some other time. But! One last thing to say.
*runs up to emirael*
WEEE ❤❤❤ LOVVVEEEE ❤❤❤❤❤ YOOOUUU EMI!!!!!
Elsa's gone on a trip and Anna misses her terribly- so she likes to snuggle in Elsa's bed taking in her older sister's scent.
Anna didn’t know why she was standing in front of Elsa’s door. Elsa was gone, off doing diplomatic something-or-other. She wasn’t behind there even if it felt like she was. Anna didn’t knock, just went in, unable to quash her expectation. Elsa’s bed was unmade. That struck Anna as so odd, and drew her towards it. She sat on the edge and picked up a pillow, hugging it to herself. Then she smelled that aroma like the sharp smell after a thunderstorm. She found herself pressing the pillow to her face and taking deep breaths, giddy over the subtle scent.
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Word count: 100
anna introducing elsa to her dearest friends, her paintings!
Elsa tucked the more chaotic wisps of her bangs away. She was wearing dress of made out of wool, not out of ice because she didn’t want to intimidate Anna’s friends, although it was cut to show more skin than what she had worn before her coronation. Her gloveless fingers clutched each other. Anna opened her door at her knock.
“Alright Anna, I am ready to meet your friends.”
Anna eyed her up and down, her brow wrinkling. “Oh yeah, I said I wanted to do that today.”
Five minutes later they stood in the portrait room.
“This is Joan…”
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Wordcount: 100
