#snowfjord

[thesvenqueen]

🍂and👖

Thoughts on the Russian calendar?

I am in LOVE with Anna’s hair being down, her outfit is fucking GORGEOUS and she looks stunning. Also, as Sara pointed out, she looks so mature & I want the FULL IMAGE

Thoughts on the musical?

I love it! It’s so pretty, the songs are cute, casting was perfection (love my girl Patti) & the costumes are beautiful...minus Elsa’s pants..

[jenniferjuni-per]

Hi Jen!! How about #6, Kristanna?

6. one person meticulously doing something entirely for the other’s benefit without expectation or need of reciprocation

Modern au

“Here, let me kiss it better.”

“Anna, I’m really okay, it’s fine-”

But she was already pulling his pants down, wanting to investigate his injury.

“Oh gosh, Kristoff! That’s some bruise!” she examined the purplish skin on his thigh, brushing soft fingers against it. Kristoff inhaled sharply.

“Sorry, sorry!” she pulled her hand back, and he only breathed deeply.

“Ah, it didn’t actually hurt…” he said in a small voice. Anna smiled.

“Let me take care of you then.” she went to the kitchen, came back with some ice cubes in a bowl.

“Uh, I don’t think I need- ahhhhh!” she’d touched one cube to the bruising skin, just lightly running it across his skin. Goosebumps formed with the cool moisture it left behind, and Anna leaned down and trailed her tongue along the raised skin. She looked up to see Kristoff breathing heavily, his brown eyes wide as he watched her.

She trailed the ice cube around the lines of the bruise, lightly, and licked the trail of melted ice that settled along his skin. Kristoff gripped the sheets, the closer she got to his cock, which was hardening as she continued to lick oh so close. She merely continued with the ice cube, making light circles in his skin, in an arc that widened and widened, soon nowhere near the bruise anymore.

The ice had been long melted, but her hands were cold from it, and as she placed them on his heated skin he felt a great relief. Until her hands moved to his cock, which sprang forward from the coldness of her touch.

“Anna-” he spit out through gritted teeth, and then the coolness was replaced by something hot, and wet, and beautifully closed around him, and his eyes shot open to see Anna’s lips plump and red around his cock.

She sucked greedily, and he couldn’t help panting, all thought of pain from his injury gone from his mind. She cupped his balls, alternately pulling her mouth from his cock, and then taking it all the way in. Kristoff could only last a few moments of this, before he came with a strangled groan in the back of his throat.

Anna pulled away, smiled at him. “All better now?”

He couldn’t speak yet, but he managed to croak “All better” before collapsing onto the bed. He pulled her down with him, wanting to repay her actions, but she just snuggled into his side.

“Just rest. We have all night for that.” she smiled, pressing kisses into his neck.

From this sex tropes meme

[upthenorthmountain]

Happy mother's day, Anna! 💐

Thank you! :)

[lillotte17]

@snowfjord​ replied to your post: 😘😘😘😘😘😘 

@strandsofnehn​ replied to your post: Congratulations!!!!! 🎊 

[lillotte17]

@snowfjord replied to you post: How are you so good at anatomy??? 

4+ years of life drawing, crippling perfectionism, and references, my love. <3

[thesvenqueen]

B.K.X. 😀

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Uh, I don't think so? I wish some of the fluffy cute stuff happened to me but nope 😂

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

I avoid any and all angsty ideas and burn them with fire in my head 😂 (really I don't remember any lol)

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

Uh, none? What are you talking about?!(Kristoff probably. Anna makes me sad when she suffers)

[punkpoemprose]

💋and 👖

💋- OTP?Oh Kristanna, so much Kristanna.👖- Thoughts on the musical?I continue to bother my boyfriend to take me now that he lives in NYC. Not a fan of Elsa in pants, but definitely like what they did with the trolls. Also the cast is excellent.

Thanks for the asks! <3

[karis-the-fangirl]

💬

Anna’s dress rustled as she crossed the sparse room, a whispering shush like wings. The only illumination was the harsh white of the street lamp outside, slanting through the blinds, but it silhouetted her, turning the soft peach of her ballgown into shades of ethereal grey. It was like looking at a black and white movie, all soft edges and deep shadows. She sat on the edge of his bed, her skirts a glittering cloud around her in the dimness. As she turned her head the light highlighted the shape of her cheek, the arch of her neck as she leaned over—and then the bedside lamp clicked on, lighting up her face with the soft yellow of old, weary bulbs. It made Anna glow, haloed in light, the only spot of warmth and color in the darkness. It shone on the curve of her smile as she looked up at him, shone off of the tears on her cheeks.

[For every 💬 I get in my inbox, I’ll post a quote from my own writing that I’m proud of]