#icethatis-tamed

[forgetmenotlina]

Icethatis-tamed followed the fae

" Hi, I'm Lina!"

[littlebuttonanna-archive]

"I’m too tired for adventures."

"But you can’t be too tired for an adventure!” Anna announced. “You just can’t.”

[southernislesprince]

"You're so smart." [[I saw the chance aND I TOOK IT anyway.]]

"Oh, why thank you," Hans grinned smugly. "It’s nice to see that someone sees that about me."

[queen-elsa-of-frozen-fracta-blog]

//Hey guys! I really can't get to replies tonight, I'm so sorry, and I'll be suuuuuper busy these next couple of weeks! But I'll try to get to them whenever I get a little free time! :D

[southernislesprince]

➲

Hans jumped at the sudden chilling hand brushing against his more…sensitive area. “M-My god!” he squeaked in surprise, shuddering. “Would you please watch those hands of yours?”

[nixreginam-blog]

"Stop scratching or I'll duct tape oven mitts to your hands."

Send one of the following for my muse’s reaction (Medical Edition)

"But it’s so itchy," Elsa whined, a very un-Elsa thing to do. "What was in that lotion anyway?"

[askfrozenqueenelsa]

Get fluffy [I HAEV COME TO HELP YOU BE NOT BORED WITH INCEPTION ELSAS]

3. A kiss on the nose

Meeting yourself was disconcerting; it really was. However, when you got over the original panic of meeting the embodiment of impossibilities, it presented some interesting benefits. No one knows you better than yourself, right? So somehow, by some crazy, random happenstance, Elsa found herself snuggling on the couch… with Elsa. 

It was nice. Her doppelganger had been the first person she had ever touched that didn’t have the overwhelming heat about them. It was comforting in an odd sort of way that she imagined no one else would understand. “It will get better, Elsa,” she said softly, looking down at the mirror image of herself. Kissing the other’s nose softly and smiling, she continued, “It has to.”

[askfrozenqueenelsa]

☂

Tell a sad story from your childhood

"Oh, Mama, Papa! He’s so cute!" the nine year old Elsa exclaimed as she picked up her new pet. 

"Now, you remember our agreement-" her father began, only to be hit lightly on the shoulder by his wife. It was her mother’s idea to begin with to get Elsa a pet; she worried about her daughter not having a significant interaction throughout the day. "It wasn’t healthy," she explained to her husband.

:”Yes, Papa, I remember. I’ll take good care of him,” she said, placing her new friend on the bed to inspect further. As her parents left she caught bits and piece of their conversation (something about getting Anna a dog so she wouldn’t be jealous), but she was far to rapt in the creature rolling around on her bed, his little nose twitching constantly. “You know, you look like a little bandit. I’ll call you Tyv! How does that sound, little guy?” she asked, gently rubbing behind one of his ears. 

—-

A year passed after her birthday and Tyv quickly became her closest companion. The ferret today was perched upon her shoulder, as she read to it from one of her many books. “Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate…You know, Tyv, I don’t think love is as great as Shakespeare thinks it is.” Looking sidelong at the furry being, she pressed, “What do you think?” 

Tyv hopped down onto the book, glancing back at his owner causing the young princess to nod thoughtfully. “You’re right. What do I know about love?” Sliding her pet off of the book so that she could put it away, she muttered sticking her tongue out playfully, “I still think I’m right though.”

“Princess?” a shrill voice called. 

"Yes, Mrs. Lund, come in," the blonde called back, rolling her eyes. Her tutor was here. Elsa loved to learn, but she despised that woman. Plopping her ferret onto the floor, she moved over to her desk so that they could begin today’s session.

"Your highness, today we will be going over your history lessons again. You did not show nearly enough progress on your last report, and I…

—-

"That wraps things up for today, Princess Elsa."

The ten year old heaved a sigh in relief. “Finally,” she thought. The tutor packed up her materials and turned to leave, opening the door. “Oh, I forgot my coat,” the older woman began, neglecting to shut the door behind her. “No!” Elsa shouted as she watched Tyv dart outside. 

"Wait! Your highness!" Mrs. Lund called, but the girl was gone, tearing off down the halls after her pet. 

"Tyv! Come back! Tyv!" the girl called, tears pooling in her eyes. "Don’t leave me!"

As her pet rounded the corner, out of Elsa’s line of sight, a dog’s growl sounded followed by a bark and a piercing scream. The girl stopped, stunned, hoping against hope that she did not hear what she though she heard. When an aghast servant appeared at the end of the hall and saw the little princess standing there, his face melted into sorrow. Crumpling Elsa sobbed, drawing in raspy breaths as her lungs tried to work against her pain. “…Tyv! … Don’t leave me…”