#frozen;

[rhaenyratagaryen]

you are the one you've been waiting for

[motherofsharingan]

[yuna-yoko]

anyone who are going to Otakon ?and do you will be cosplay Elsa or fem!Hans from  Frozen? Do you want to be in my photoshoot with me ? I will be cosplay as Anna from frozen and could you help me with Anna wig too?

[franchaelan]

deleted scene of the lightning thief

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Frozen: Quick update---while switching between blogs on mobile, the app started following rp blogs on my personal, which for organizational reason, I'd prefer not to. So, if by unfollowing any of those unintentionally followed blogs on my personal caused them to be unfollowed here, aka I unfollowed you, please let me know!

[oicaarus]

{--Frozen | [ Closed];

Subject found: HUNK

The sun is the only source of light he has until he makes it to the bottom floor. In silence, he can hear the sounds of the country side thriving around him. The birds were chirping over head, some dipping into the hole of the destroyed roof top. The wind quietly gave the leaves a soft shudder as the autumn breeze kicked up inside the old building.

As nice as it felt, the weather that is, all that wind kicking up the caked up dust was getting to the bloodhound. After a couple sneezes later, he found himself progressing deeper into the old facility. Old vines riddled the cracked, old walls as he advanced on.

Holes… gaps if he was lucky, we everywhere. The open spaces left the floors creaking as he walked through, some areas actually giving out under the weight of his body in some spaces.  Grumbling, Jensen shimmied about the dark areas, hoping that his next step wasn’t going to be his last. Yet with a snort, only one thought bubbled in his head—whatever was down here, better have been worth it.

Now he was just hoping for a ghost.

However, instead, he came across a door. Sturdy. Iron. Nothing he couldn’t bash himself through. Matter of fact…

Taking some steps back, the guard gave himself a decent running start down the dark corridor. As he reached the door, he pivoted his body to roughly slam into the metal of the cold door. As unforgiving as it felt, the hinges were weaker than expected. Once the door swung inward, another puff of dust filled the man’s nostrils causing him to fall into a small coughing fit.

If only that rebreather could work a bit better right now…

“Jesus…”

Pitch black. Adam could barely see past his eyelashes if it weren’t for the glow of the flashlight that barely lit up this room as much as he needed. Yet it was something. The light bounced from one shiny thing to the next, leading the ex-cop bumping and fondling his way through as he searched for something, anything, to open.

Although, with a pause, he found something. A crease in a cylinder that gave sight to a blue glow as he pressed on it. Strange, really. Now yanking upward on it, a hiss was heard as the blue glow brightened the area around him

“What… the hell?” Confused, he stared down at the light. HuD screens moved actively, and a chill spilled from the large object. This thing… this object was a table in shape and size. No, tank. A cryostasis tank… with someone in it.

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Frozen:  Been lurking for a few days, and Edea's muse has been all but dead.  Gonna try to knock out some drafts and see what happens.