Chapters: 52/?
Fandom: Frozen (Disney Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Anna/Kristoff (Disney), Anna/Hans (Disney), Anna/OC, all past all present look I don't know this is Kat's fault, Kristoff/OC, Anna/kristoff is fully in the past
Characters: Anna (Disney), Elsa (Disney), Hans (Disney), Kristoff (Disney), Mattias (Disney), assorted ocs and canon characters
Additional Tags: My knowledge is watching the movies, reading a (one)(single) novelization, and talking to kat, There is no excuse for this, but I'm doing it anyway, persuasion influences maybe, this is crackfic made real, is frozen a political thriller with romcom influences?, only if we work hard and believe in ourselves, widowed Anna, but it's not Kristoff who died I pinky swear, Don't make a goodreads page for this that's bad form, Breaking news I read two more books and I only respect two Frozen franchise authors, I'm acknowledging Dangerous Secrets but that should be read in the most threatening tone possible, It's Benko and Rudnick, ONLY Benko and Rudnick, I upped the rating possibly out of an excess of caution but also there's gonna be smut, practice stabbing for no fun and less profit, There will at some point be smut, but many of those watching from home know how long it takes me to write smut, apologies in advance, Implications of child abuse, discussion of child abuse, canon child abuse, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Overstimulation, I guess????, Multiple Orgasms, sure why not, Premature Ejaculation, this is where we live now, horsegirl hans is a way of life
Series: Part 1 of That Frozen Project
Summary:
Anna needs an heir, and her immortal snowman nephew just isn't going to cut it.
OR:
Widowed Queen Anna fends off suitors, succession crises, and people entirely too invested in her personal affairs.
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Farmer!Kristoff, Musician!Kristoff
Summary:
Horse farmer and trainer by day and musician by night, Kristoff Bjorgman, meets Anna Andersen, a city girl, when he's playing at a country bar during her bachelorette party. But she's taken, so nothing can happen, right?
Because @pureanonofficial dug up some information on the family crests and we realized that Sitron has wheat embroidered on his breastplate.
Set, probably, during Love is an Open Door.
“Oh, wow!” Anna’s fingers traced over the wheat embroidered on the leather. “This is beautiful work -- it’s practically good enough to eat.” She winced. “I mean, not to eat, people don’t eat wheat - not without making flour, I guess.”
Hans was grinning, and she rolled her eyes.
“I’ll let the craftsman know the Crown Princess of Arendelle approves of his work.”
“Oh, yes, please and thank you.” She handed the leather strap back to Hans, who hung it beside the rest of Sitron’s tack. “So is your family crest wheat, then?” She winced again. “I mean, partially wheat -- I doubt it’s just a wheat field. Though if it was that’d be good too!” A proper princess would know the crests of the royal families in neighboring kingdoms, but Anna had never been proper. She leaned halfway over the stall door to stroke the nose of the horse in question, who blew against her hand gently. In the next stall, Kjekk let out a snort of jealousy. “I still love you, Kjekk!”
The answering grumble was nearly audible. Hans laughed and leaned against the stall door beside her, letting Kjekk nose at his fingers. “Kjekk?”
“Well, he is.” Anna stuck her tongue out and resisted the urge to cross her arms petulantly. “He’s the handsomest horse in Arendelle.”
“Oh, no doubt,” Hans cooed, more to the horse than Anna, and scratched the spot on Kjekk’s neck that made him melt. “Though he’s got competition now.” He grinned at Sitron, and Anna gasped in mock-affront, ready to defend her horse’s honor, before Hans cut across, “To answer your question -- no, my family crest is not wheat. But yours is.”
Anna narrowed her eyes. “Very smooth, Mister of-the-Southern-Isles, but you only just met me and you did not commission this this afternoon.”
“You’re right,” he admitted, as Kjekk nosed hopefully at his pockets for treats. Hans managed to dodge and keep the horse’s nose from the pristine white fabric of his suit. “Et tu, Kjekk? -- I was coming to the coronation of the Queen of Arendelle. It seemed appropriate to make the situation about Arendelle, not the Southern Isles.”
It made, Anna had to admit, a good amount of sense. Sitron huffed thoughtfully beside her until she resumed scratching behind his ear.
“Maybe when my brother is crowned, you can bring Kjekk,” Hans suggested, his voice faux-casual but his focus entirely on Anna, “and wear my family crest.”
Anna tried to hide her blush behind Sitron, who helpfully nosed at her shoulder.
The candles were lit. It was a dark evening, and the fireplace and candles were the only light they had this evening. There was no snow, and what little starlight they might have had was blocked out by the rainclouds.
General Mattias sat by the fire. He had no interest in leaving its warmth, even for dinner, and Halima was an excellent cook. Thirty-four years with no buildings or houses like this had made him long for something as simple as sitting on a chair by the fire, with glass windows between him and the driving rain outside.
“Here, Destin, I made beef stew,” Halima said, bringing over a small table and then setting his bowl and spoon on it. She understood.
“Thank you,” he replied, taking a deep breath. It had been something he gave no thought to in his youth, a simple beef stew, but now he could appreciate the delicate taste, so different from game meat.
When he and the other troops had first gone up north to the Enchanted Forest, the wild foods had been novel and interesting, and they’d make a game of trying increasingly strange local specialties. But after they were trapped inside, those foods quickly became the only food they could eat. By the end of the first winter, the novelty of the foods was revealed for the dire necessity that it really was in that environment.
A light flickered in the corner of his eye, and he turned to see Halima carrying a candle over to join him.
“Would you like me to read while you eat?” she asked him.
“What do you have?”
“A new Danish story.”
“Does it have a happy ending?”
“I haven’t read it yet,” she admitted.
“You read it first, then let me know,” he told her, quickly returning to his stew.
Summary: With her sister’s blessing, Anna takes a step back from her royal duties and finds herself working for a ski resort nestled in the mountains. A chance encounter with the resort’s maintenance technician leads them down an unexpected path, as they must work together to plan the resort’s annual ball - and maybe fall in love in the process.
Kristoff was trying his hardest to lay as still as possible; the absolute last thing that he wanted was to shift slightly and disturb Anna.
Hey guys! I found this in my WIPs since I'm finally writing again. It's from Nov 2020. I'm assuming I was writing it for some type of prompt and never finished it. Also, it was clearly supposed to be smutty LOL.
Enjoy this little Kristanna drabble! Rated T for saucy making out.
The grass was soft under her skin, sun warming her in its rays. It wasn’t often she got time to herself like this between her job and college. Her boyfriend often did what he could to help her relax, but Kristoff could only do so much for her on a day to day basis with his own job.
It was a rarity that she really got to enjoy the large, grassy plain behind her home. It was a nice contrast to the prestigious gated house she lived in. Not that she complained about the mansion she lived in--she never wanted for anything. But sometimes… taking a moment with nature was better than having things. She couldn’t take that big house with her when left the earth, but she could take the memories and appreciation of her surroundings.
“Hey, you.”
Anna jumped at the voice. Tilting her head back in the grass, she looked up at the shadow blocking her sun. “Hey, Kris! What’re you doing here?”
Smiling, he shrugged and took a seat next to her. “Elsa told me you were out here. Took me a while to find you.”
She sat up next to him, thrilled to see him. “What’re you doing here? I thought you had work today.”
“Pabbie let me off early,” he replied with an amused grin as he plucked a blade of grass from her hair.
Humming, Anna picked at the grass. “That was nice of him.”
“Yeah. Said I’ve been working too hard. Gave me tomorrow off too.”
Anna gaped. “Wait, really? I don’t have work tomorrow either. So… Maybe we could go do something?”
He nodded, smirking at her. “Sounds good to me.”
Anna was giddy at the news. It’d been so long since she and Kristoff had had a date night. That was wonderful! She couldn’t contain her excitement.
She hugged his arm, leaning her head onto his shoulder, beaming like a fool knowing that she got to spend the next day with him. And however long they had today. It wasn’t often they got to really see one another two days in a row. She loved him so much. Every moment with him was a blessing.
“It’s really beautiful out here,” she mused.
He hummed in agreement, pressing his cheek to her crown. “Even more so since you’re out here.”
Anna couldn’t stop the smile from spreading along with lips as she giggled. “That was cheesy, and you know it.”
“Doesn’t make it wrong.”
Snorting, she moved quickly. She hitched a leg around his hips, sitting in his lap before shoving him back into the grass. “You better be careful flirting like that. I may have to do something drastic.”
“Shoving me into the grass is drastic?”
“Making out in my backyard where my sister could easily catch us is a bit adventurous, right?”
Kristoff barked a laugh. “This is the saddest attempt of exhibitionism ever.”
She smacked his chest. “Shut up,” she pouted.
That smirk was still etched on his lips. The one that drove her insane. The one that made her want him so much.
“You could make me.”
And she did.
Anna met his lips in a kiss. His hands immediately found purchase on her: one buried in her auburn tresses and the other on her hip. He squeezed her gently, the pressure sending shivers down her spine at his touch.
Their little escapade didn’t progress past heavy, heated smooching and a bit of rubbing against one another. Anna was far too timid to try to get her boyfriend naked outside in the broad daylight. Her heart swelled when she was with him. Kristoff made her excited. Made her want to spend every single day by his side. It was exciting to be with him like this. Not because of the possible thrill of being caught--she’d hate that. Not because they were outside and the weather was perfect and the foliage surrounding them was beautiful… but because it was Kristoff. Because he was there.
And she didn’t regret a moment with him.
Well… except for maybe when they returned inside… and Elsa questioned the green stains, swollen lips, and blades of grass in their hair.
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Maren had scattered rose petals across the bed and floor, lit scented candles, and placed a box of sweets on Elsa’s pillows. Elsa, in typical fashion, was embarrassed and scolded her girlfriend for the effort. When they kissed, it was slow and tentative, almost like neither knew how far to take it. Maren pulled away to sit on the bed, drawing Elsa in with a twist of her arm.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered.
Elsa bit her lip. Her eyes flicked to the bed. “I’ve been… not sleeping well.”
That didn’t sound like what she had originally wanted to say. Maren wouldn’t push her. “Nightmares?”
