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   You may not have heard, but my group, Spellbound, is under hiatus. While it is, I am heavily considering moving all threads over to my independent Elsa, iceshatters. We will see exactly what happens and what I decide, but if you see iceshatters reblogging your posts, don't be surprised! 

   If you've been following this account and you're not in Spellbound, yet you've been waiting for me to post something... what are you doing, silly? Go follow iceshatters! I'm (much more) active there, and always looking for new partners. 

#out of ice

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Mun VS. Muse

(Bold what applies.)

ｂａｓｉｃｓ:

WHO OF YOU IS:

Older? muse/mun Taller? muse/mun Neater? muse/mun Nicer? muse/mun Smarter? muse/mun? Funnier? muse/mun

ａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ:

Who is a better friend? muse/mun Who lies the most? muse/mun Who swears the most? muse/mun Who reads more? muse/mun Who is more creative? muse/mun Who is more troubled? muse/mun Who has better morals? muse/mun

#out of ice #developmental challenge #[ not quite back yet but. decided to do something ]

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  Just got news that my computer has been repaired and is on its way back. I’m extremely grateful for my patient roleplay partners. I shall be back as soon as humanly possible, and will try to do sparse replies here and there. If you need me, Kik me at serenitywaves and Skype me at ilaughlimes (just give me your URL first!). Love you guys!

#out of ice

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   “Captain Mulan?” The inclined statement felt wrong on her lips, wrong when associated with this lovely mannered, gentle young woman. Captain was reserved for men with narrow gazes who were forced here by their country. Captain was reserved for people who hated eye contact, and hated idle conversation more. Elsa had understood them, in the calm manner that she did understand people who were not avid conversers, but she had to admit, it did make the time she was required to spend with each party more difficult than need be.

   Moving slowly to stay her fear, Elsa pulled the body her frozen dress rested on towards the window. The blinds were brushed out of the way, almost frightenedly, as if believing that the touch of the sunlight could kill her – and with how little she spent outside, perhaps it could.

   Elsa was unsure if it would melt on its own accord, but she hardly had a better plan. She couldn't quite wear an ice-logged dress into a room full of dignitaries.

   The young queen's eyes found the young soldier, and she offered a gentle smile, gloved greeting finding one another. It was so natural for her to be wearing gloves, that even mostly naked, she didn't feel out of place with them against her skin.

   Communication would probably be preferred, would it not? If questioned later on how they knew so much, she'd merely say they ran in on the way to the festivities and decided to talk amongst each other on the way. Hopefully, her depth of Captain Mulan's story would not get too far to make such a story seem outlandish. 

   “When did you join the army?” 

Ice Touched

She drifted after the other woman, feeling like an unexpected guest in someone’s home. Mulan’s cheeks still burned: she was, in a way.

Worse—she’d never actually burst into someone else’s home before. If Queen Elsa had ordered her out in a towering rage, Mulan wouldn’t have been in the least surprised. She’d been a fool to invade!—even if there was no harm done. And while the queen might have forgiven her, Ambassador Kuei certainly wouldn’t. The thought made Mulan, who had a poor opinion of the man, wrinkle her nose. Kuei had a way with words; her impulsive rush to protect the queen had jeopardized the Chinese embassy in Arendelle, and Kuei wouldn’t forget it. 

If he found out, anyway. Calm down, Mulan told herself. Despite her bare limbs and—well—all the ice, Queen Elsa carried herself like the royal she was, and Mulan did her best to pattern her conduct after Elsa’s.

"My title?" she parroted, watching. There weren’t many people who, once undressed, would reach first for a pair of gloves—but then again, Mulan supposed, she didn’t know many people who wore gloves at all. The Queen of Arendelle didn’t look like the sort of woman who wanted to avoid callouses from archery or hawking, and neither did her gloves—

—but then, Mulan didn’t look much like a war hero, did she?

And then said hero blinked, remembering that in Arendelle, as well as in China, it was usually considered good manners to answer a question when it was directed at you. “Oh! I don’t really—I’m a captain. In the Chinese imperial army.” Her smile was bashful and small—for a moment Mulan had half-thought that Elsa expected her to be something…grander. Although “Savior of China”—an unofficial title—was nothing to sneeze at.

#ice touched #v: thawing #huaping #beautiful powerful dangerous queued

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If the monster always dies at the end of the book, why am I still alive?

questions at midnight | p.d (via militisxlux)

#☃ frozen heart #☃ quilled #[ LEAVE ]

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           How can I be                     B E A U T I F U L                                     when I                             am so                                  A F R A I D? 

#☃ frozen heart #☃ quilled #[ nah #beautiful powerful dangerous queued

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   There was very little that happened to Elsa that hadn't been directly brought upon herself. Her isolation... her loneliness – the only thing that she had not been able to control was inheriting the throne, and still, there was a twisted part of her mind that believed her to be her own doing, as well.

   For some reason, however... Elsa was not totally sure that this had been her fault. She'd merely asked a question. He was a prince – was. He should know how to react to any situation with grace and ease, as he'd done in the kingdom before revealing himself.

   And then he went back to painting the barn.

   As if nothing had changed.

   As if the time to talk had ended.

   As if the tide had gone back out to sea.

   Elsa picked herself up, albeit shakily, and focused her eyes on the ground.

   “Does that help? Saying that the world is against you – that everyone hates you – ” A grab of hypocrisy lunged at her throat. “ – does that make it more tolerable?” 

The Betrayed and Banished

He felt a sense of pride when she collapsed on the ground at his feet. Good—on the ground where she belonged. Dirty, monstrous queen. He shuffled his boots as he then stepped a bit closer to her. His dark, long shadow cast over her as he decided that he wanted to speak. To gloat about himself and her weakness.

But her question had caught him off guard.

Hans’ mouth opened slightly as he continued to stare her down. His eyelid twitched, his mind raced, and his heart pounded within his breast. What was he going to respond with? Lie to her, saying that he didn’t enjoy it and she had made him punch her, or tell her the truth. Then again, when did he ever tell the truth? When was the last time he had actually done that?

"You think I enjoy hurting you?" he muttered as he stepped away. "You brought this upon yourself—you provoked me!"

The former prince gave a scoff. Tucking back a lose strand of hair, he approached his workbench and picked up the brush. Dipping it in his paint, he resumed his work on the barn.

"If you wouldn’t have spoken or asked your useless questions, I wouldn’t have hit you. Next time you’ll know and learn from them."

#the betrayed and banished #v: thawing #bevrorenhart #[ i'm thinking maybe the guards can be nearby and do something to hans after elsa leaves #just for future interactions purposes. ] #beautiful powerful dangerous queued

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#☃ portrait #beautiful powerful dangerous queued

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   Elsa couldn't help but visibly jerk away as the man crouched down towards her, as if about to lunge. Images of her being murdered after surviving a shipwreck flashed through her mind – before she realized he was about to do nothing of the sort. Merely examine her on the bright sunny day, and swallow any potential further questions in his tanned throat.

   As if clinging to some semblance of sense, Elsa rose her fingers and combed some of the sea weed and water from her platinum color.

   You are all right? Was she? Was she ever?

   Elsa most likely couldn't stand yet; and the ache in her back told her she didn't want to try. Her breath was fleeting and her fingers fidgeting as she looked for any amount of words that might sedate a total stranger.

   She went to answer him – but her lips confused.

   “I – where am I? Did... anyone else survive?”

Lost in Paradise

#lost in paradise #v: thawing #amanintime #beautiful powerful dangerous queued

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#☃ portrait #☃ frozen heart #beautiful powerful dangerous queued

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   The man scaled the room in what seemed like seconds, and soon, Elsa was able to make out more of his face. Dark, glimmering, warm eyes. Darker hair. If not for the slightest brush of tan in his skin, Elsa could have almost mistaken him to be of Arendelle descent. His voice carried through the room, and she had no reply but a grin. It was him who had requested to be here – she'd merely accepted, hoping her cooperation wouldn't signal the immediate annihilation of her people.

   Elsa attempted not to relax prematurely, however – Hans had been just as unassuming.

   And then... he offered his hand to her.

   Her gloved hands remained crossed in front of her, but her mind began to whirl. She'd thought up excuses for everything – for a requested dance, or one offering their arm to her, but in the moment, she felt herself go momentarily blank. Perhaps it was the vision of Kai edging himself towards the scene that may turn into disaster that awoke her.

   “I'm sorry, I indulge in a more... hands off greeting.” Elsa inclined her head, kindly. “I mean you no offense, of course – ”

On Behalf of Luxembourg//Elsa and Duke

#hisimperialgrace #v: thawing #on behalf of luxembourg #[ the more i thought about it #the more i was like 'she'd have an excuse for this let's be real' #so here we go ]

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      AU in which Anna was just a few seconds too late. She tackles Hans to the ground after his sword makes contact with Elsa. A dying Elsa spends her last moments hating herself as she watches her sister freeze. Anna begins to thaw only after Elsa takes her last breath. 

#out of ice #[ why do i do ]

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Post a picture of your faceclaim for each mood:

happy:

sad:

angry:

uncomfortable:

cocky:

playful:

sexy:

#out of ice #[ yoo ]

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  i’m   someone   who’s     thought—-

                    {  ——- why haven’t i   d i e d  yet  }

                                        ———-But  [  keeps on   f i g h t i n g  ]

                                                                            for survival

#☃ frozen heart #☃ quilled

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"Because of you."

#☃ portrait #☃ mirror #[ this is so stunning it's like #w o w]

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   The clock on the wall whispered.

   The curtains containing the hollow in each archway rustled, slightly.

   Elsa held her breath.

   The golden handle across the room, stationed against the bent gold crest of her family and the light, almost brassy appearance of the door itself, began to turn. Elsa felt herself tense – but only Kai's head stuck from between the door.

   “Kai?”

   “Your majesty.” He nodded to her, before his light eyes reached for her face again. “The gentleman – the Duke would like to know if you will see him now.”

   The gentleman? Elsa took a moment to pause, consider what this meant. One? Singular? No huge party? “Yes, of course.”

   And thus, the door was opened, and Elsa watched the strangers be directed inside what felt like miles away, aside her throne. A familiar face was easier to make out from such a distance – but new faces...

   There seemed to be no army. No huge militia to back him up. Only a single manservant, from what she could see so far. The relief was palpable in the room – to Elsa, at least – but she hid it from her face with a nod in greeting.

   “Welcome to Arendelle.” She offered what she hoped was perceived as a kind smile. “I hope you find peace within our borders.” 

On Behalf of Luxembourg//Elsa and Duke

#v: thawing #hisimperialgrace #on behalf of luxembourg #[ *cries and hopes I didn't screw up official greetings or something #* #i have a sinking feeling I did but it's 3 AM so part of me just sHRUGGED LOUDLY ]

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Irk // Clvr

#☃ portrait #sven :)