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A veeeeeeeeeery old fan art I made about Frozen. Long story short, this is a short fan concept I had in mind about Elsa finding love with a regular human peasant I decided to now call Irene, who both go into a crusade to save Ana, Kristoff and Olaf who are held hostage by a fan enemy I also made named The ice king. Sadly, I lost all the fan art I made of the Ice king, but he was meant to appear as a handsome young man who wanted to marry Elsa and he decides to coerce her by kidnapping her family and also freezing everyone in Arendelle, not only that, Elsa loses all her powers, so she has to go into this quest alone and powerless. So Elsa had to go into a quest by the sole company of the deer Sven until in the road she finds Irene, who decides to join her and help her to find her family.
The sole remyain if this fan concept is this illustration, since everything else got lost in my old computer that collapsed due a virus years ago 💔
Elsa regarded her interlocutor distrustfully at first, but then realized that this marriage was even more beneficial to him than to herself. All she had to do was wait for her guardians to die, and then the wedding would be unnecessary. Then her gaze softened. Yes, allies were essential in such a difficult matter as overthrowing the regents.
"I'd like to know what makes them cling to this throne, so I know how to approach them," the princess began. "That's where you'll help me,"
Elsa stared at the page, but she was no longer reading the contents. She was now focused on something else. She might not be able to circumvent the laws of succession, but if she removed the regents completely, there would be nothing to circumvent. She would be able to rule in her own name, earn the people's love, and, most importantly, marry off Anna and exile her as far away from herself as possible.
"Your Highness, I don't seem to have pleased them very much. Do you think they'll tell me something they haven't told you?" the young man asked, surprised.
"And don't even bring it up with them. I don't want them to suspect anything," She shook her head in disappointment. "Go into the city and find out what has changed in the last three years. The palace doors are closed to me. I’m not allowed to leave without special permission," In response to the prince's question about government documents, Elsa replied, "Your Highness, these are papers. I've been studying them ever since I was told the wedding wouldn't happen anytime soon. There's only one order, but many people, and everyone has their own opinion on that order. And I haven't found any errors,"
"When's the best time for me to go into the city?"
No one in this city leads such an idle life as the Duke and Duchess. The niece rules the country, the chambermaids and tutors are busy raising the sisters, and the rulers only have to ensure their crowns don't slip. Everyone will be busy on weekdays. Even the merchants start their workday later, as there's no one to look into their shops in the morning. There are, of course, the very poor salespeople who rise much earlier than everyone else and carry orders throughout the busy capital, just to make a few coins. And then there are the wealthy merchants who work only two days a week. They sell silk, spices, jewelry—things you didn't need every day, but with one or two sales you can live comfortably for a week, with some left over for a rainy day.
"I don't think there will be a choice, but try to make it Sunday," the princess pointed out. "And now it's time for us to go to breakfast,"
Elsa put the book back, offered Hans her hand, and together they headed to the dining room. Breakfast was never interrupted by political conversations, and everyone was silent in the morning. Anna often didn't get enough sleep. There were evenings when she let out the fireflies before midnight and left without waiting for the performance. But more often, she did everything as expected and went to bed late. Hans didn't quite understand why everyone was woken up so early, since the princesses had plenty of time to be bored before classes, and it was generally easier for cooks to sleep between lunch and dinner. Apparently, another incomprehensible requirement of the regents.
The prince much preferred eating in silence. He could calmly concentrate on his problems or simply on the taste of the food. The silence struck Hans as unusual, as it's so difficult to create when more than twenty people are sitting at the table. And this was considering that the royal family was almost never at full strength: one's child would fall ill, the wife would be unwell, or someone would be busy traveling on behalf of the king. But the dishes were almost the same as at home. Slightly different sauces and spices, but still the same fish. What could you do, life by the sea had its own peculiarities, and it didn't matter which sea.
That afternoon, the prince, as promised, went to the ballroom to give Anna a lesson. The girl was positively eager to learn. She arrived during her half-hour break before dinner, which, as she herself said, should have been spent resting from her studies. Dorothea tells her so. They get along quite well, even for a maid and mistress. The maid praised the princess, even when she struggled. The girl perfectly repeated what Hans showed her, memorizing the "polite phrases" word for word the first time. But as soon as it came to saying something of her own, she was at a loss.
Her words, her tempo, her intonation—everything betrayed her nervousness and an inability to conduct polite conversation. There was no doubt she knew how to write; she had studied rhetoric, but there was no one to practice on here, only essays and speeches to empty air. The teacher checked and graded them, Anna filed them in her notebook—that was all the conversation in this palace. Meanwhile, the things the princess sometimes said were simply unmentionable at a ball; they were indecent.
"Imagine we're chatting between dances," the prince suggested. "Dorothea, you'll need to pass by us during our conversation and pretend to offer us champagne," he turned to the maid. "So, Your Highness, the ball is organized to the highest standard; I haven't seen such chic in a long time," he nodded, indicating it was her turn to speak.
"Thank you, Auntie and Uncle have done a great job! It's been so long since we've heard music here; if it weren't for you, I would have died of boredom," Anna covered her mouth, realizing she'd said too much.
"It would be more appropriate to talk about the wines or appetizers at the party, rather than about yourself and your family. You'll be interacting with a variety of people, many of whom will come to negotiate trade and political treaties with Arendelle. There's no point in emphasizing that you don't have a king and queen or drawing attention to the country's isolation. Elsa won't thank you," Hans patted Anna's shoulder in a familiar tone, reassuring her. "Don't worry, it's not a bad start; you're not silent. Let's continue," the prince commanded when his student was ready. He beckoned toward Dorothea. "Allow me to treat you, Your Highness,"
"Of course! I’d love to!" She made a vague circular gesture with her hand. "That is... Yes, thank you," she raised an imaginary glass to eye level, looked closely, and inhaled the aroma. "This is one of the finest local wines. They're not easy to produce here, so they have a unique flavor, a unique, mellow richness. You won't find wines like these anywhere else," Anna smiled and raised her glass, inviting her companion to share a drink.
"Excellent!" the prince praised. "You learn from your mistakes, and very quickly. Now let's go, don't be late for lunch,"
Anna stopped smiling for a moment. Her joy was over, her only interesting lesson was over, and she would have to return to the dreary routine of the palace. But her usual polite smile immediately adorned her face again when the prince suggested the time for the next lesson. The chamberlain rose from the piano and joined the others at the exit.
Lunch was as boring as Hans's two previous meals in this palace. Elsa was discussing trade with her guardians, Anna was lost in the clouds, so thoughtful and sweet, no one paid her any attention, and that suited her. The prince was willing to bet she was imagining the upcoming ball or dreaming up future dialogues. It was so boring in this palace that the prince simply couldn't sit still. He finished the first meal, even though his upbringing forbade him from getting up and leaving, but he knew where he would go as soon as he left the dining room.
There was only one thing in this world as noisy as his home and as calm as the castle in Arendelle — and its noise alone could soothe him. And no castle he had ever visited could compare to its grandeur. Every castle had a king, a count, or a duke. The sea, however, would not tolerate such disrespect and obeyed no one; it swallowed into its bottomless blue maw all who were foolish enough to compete with it. The sea loves precision: when the sails are raised precisely on command, without a second's hesitation; when the captain's hand grips the wheel like stone, without a single tremor; when the sailors line up neatly on the deck, like a company of children's toy soldiers aligned along the joints of the parquet floorboards.
After all, to the vast water, people were nothing more than tiny toys. It lulled sailors with the gentle slap of small waves against the ship. It smashed unwanted toys to splinters and left the fragments to drift through the endless expanses for years, and the sea fed the little human dolls to the fish. And Hans loved this game. On land, he's a prince before whom heads bow, but at sea, he's a mere red speck on a vast blue canvas. But this dot wasn't confined by walls; this dot was free to turn the helm as it pleased and be wherever it chose.
This game, this thrill of mortal danger and the freedom that played like a salty wind in his hair, always attracted the prisoner of the marble prison. He was always ready to lower the sails and sail into any storm, meekly surrendering himself to the power of the elements.
It was precisely this thrill that brought him to that same gallery to admire the elements. This time, he wasn't alone. Another person had been drawn to this very place by a thirst for freedom and solitude. Princess Elsa sat by the window, rummaging through something in her jewelry box.
"Your Highness," the prince addressed her. She immediately closed the box and tucked it into her dress pocket. "Aren't you having a lesson?"
"Anna has hers now, our breaks don't overlap," the heiress explained. "Come on," the girl said, turning to the maid.
"Please stay," the prince interrupted. "It's rare to find a kindred spirit. Does the sea also calm you?"
The princess explained that she sometimes grew tired of sitting in her room and of her lessons , looking at the same walls day after day, always counting the same number of fruits in the paintings. She wanted to see how life went, how people went about their business, each in their own direction, how the weather changed, how the waves washed up on the shore one after another. And so they both looked out the same window, at the same fjord, but they saw two different scenes. He saw freedom, peace, grandeur. She saw bustle, simplicity, life.
"Why do you and your sister have breaks at different times?" the prince inquired.
"To make it harder for someone to catch us together and harm us both at once," the girl replied, hesitating slightly, as if considering what to say.
"Isn't it enough to always have closed doors and a guard?" he asked, surprised.
"We must do everything we can to ensure this doesn't happen again, Your Highness," Her voice became stern and distant. "Anna was in grave danger, and we simply have no right to expose her to that again," The princess adjusted her glove.
It seemed to Hans that her younger sister and the palace guards weren't Elsa's favorite topics. She tensed up, and she was always so reserved, as if she were afraid of something and trying to hide — hands in her pockets, gaze lost somewhere in the waters of the bay, thoughts dwelling in the past. Like a trapped doe, she searched with her eyes for an escape route, at least mentally. She looked at the passersby and imagined herself in their shoes. She was the baker's daughter with a sack of apples for tomorrow's pies. She was an old flower seller, earning money to buy sweets for her grandchildren. Anyone — anything — as long as she wasn't Princess Elsa.
"Would you like to try running away with me on Sunday?" the prince suggested, seeing his betrothed's soul yearning to be free.
"No need," she continued, just as distantly. "And it won't work. You can't leave the palace without Auntie's personal permission. She'll let you go, but not me," the princess said. "But that's for the best, believe me, I'm safer in the palace," she added after a short pause.
"How do you know?" Hans asked, trying to reassure her. "You probably haven't been free for years, right?"
"Suggest it to Anna; she'll be happy to agree," the eldest heiress firmly refused.
Hans found it strange that she was letting her sister go so easily. They'd locked the gates for her sake, rearranged their schedules so that the princesses could only see each other under the supervision of their elders, and now Elsa was so easily offering to take her to the city, as if she'd be as safe there as here. The prince wanted to ask another question, but she would not have answered; she was already haunted by the memories of that day. Someday, when they were closer, when they trusted each other more, she would tell him what happened, but for now, it was best to leave her alone.
And Hans turned to the window. The sky darkened to match the princess's somber expression; a strange wind, sweeping out of nowhere, brought blue-gray clouds that obscured the entire sky in just a few minutes. It had grown much colder. The prince had come here to watch the reflections play on the wave crests, but now the sunlight was already weakly filtering through the clouds. Soon, it was about to unleash a wall of icy rain. The merchants had covered up their stalls, passersby had gone home, and it seemed only Elsa was enjoying the weather. She seemed to have thrown off a great weight, exhaled, smiled, opened the window and turned her face to meet the north wind.
Hey there, friends!
I don't have anyone to share the joy of the gift I treated myself to.
I finally managed to get one of the items from the "Fairytales Heroes Villains Frozen Elsa & Hans" collection.
The collection includes doll sets, a mug, pins, a tote bag… and a notebook.
I managed to get the notebook :
Look how beautiful it is *v*.
I'm such a huge fan of this gorgeous notebook featuring Elsa & Hans. They look so good.
Just look at the way they're gazing at each other.
I'm not going to write in it because it's just too beautiful, but it's definitely going on display on my bookshelf.
Did any of you manage to get any products from this collection?
What do you think of the notebook?
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A little bonus ; ) .
I managed to get some small, slightly older figurines of Hans and Elsa:
Even though the figures aren't exactly stunning, since there aren't many Hans figures out there, I'm happy to have them.
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So, there you have it.
I just wanted to share a bit of my passion for Helsa, even after all these years.
The thing is, "Helsa" was originally planned, but Disney scrapped it because one of the creators of *Frozen* ran into personal issues and decided she didn't want Helsa anymore.
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