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Frozen fanfiction: Søsken

Summary: An accident in the North mountain forces Elsa to spend several weeks in her brother’s apartment under Anna’s care. And during this time, Anna begins to notice there are peculiar things about Elsa’s life she wished she could understand. Everything starts to make sense after a family reunion.

Modern AU. Kristanna - Frohana - Kristoff & Elsa BrOTP.

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- On thin ice

Kai and Anders stayed in Elsa’s cottage longer than they originally intended. Their conversation about Elsa transformed into one about their lives and then work so gradually they lost track of time. They took advantage of the peacefulness of the mountain to discuss a few things about their latest case.

“Are you sure it could work?” asked Anders after Kai suggested a new idea to get to the burglars.

“We're clearly not getting anywhere doing what we are doing so far. Let’s try something different.”

“You're right,” he agreed. “We’re clearly missing something.”

A bang coming from the other side of the house called their attention, and they turned to look in the direction of the living room. The sound had clearly come from inside the house, and Kai couldn’t help but tense. “Was that the door?” he asked in a lower tone of voice.

“I'll check,” said Anders, standing up in an instant and walking into the living room.

Kai followed his partner and saw there was a tall man standing next to the main door, looking at them as if they were the ones who had entered the house without permission.

“Who the hell are you?” Anders asked the man, and only then did Kai realise they were looking at the same man from the ID.

“I'm– I'm sorry, sir,” the man told him, clearly taken aback by their presence. Kai was sure the last thing he had been expecting was to find them in Elsa’s house. “I thought Elsa was here. I didn't find the spare key outside and I then realised the door was unlocked—”

At that moment, Kai remembered Elsa had given Hålkesen the green light to get into the house, for whatever reason, that morning. Retrieving his wallet was a good guess, now that he knew it was there.

“That doesn't give you the right to barge in,” Anders said as if he owned the place, and Kai smiled in amusement. It was clear his friend had already realised who the man was and he was simply trying to make him feel uncomfortable. Kai knew how much of a pain in the arse Anders could be when he set his mind to it. “Who are you?”

“I'm Marshall.”

“Hålkesen?” asked Kai, making sure he was who they believed.

Looking at him for the first, Marshall nodded his head. “Yes, sir.”

“What are you doing here?” Anders asked, partially annoyed by the fact the young man had decided to enter the house like that.

“I'm looking for—” Hålkesen began to explain but stopped himself abruptly. “Is Elsa here by any chance?”

Knowing his friend was probably going to mess with the boy’s head, Kai decided it was best to explain who they were and what they were doing there. “No, she isn't. She'll be staying at home for a while.” He extended his hand to shake Marshall’s. “I'm Kai, by the way. Elsa's father. He's my partner at the station.”

“Nice to meet you, sir,” Marshall shook his hand back. And only then did Kai notice his left forearm was bandaged.

“Sir,” Marshall said, nodding to Anders to acknowledge him too. “Is everything okay? Is Elsa okay?”

“She's okay.”

“That's good to hear. I was afraid something bad had happened to her.”

“Why would you think so?” Anders asked in a serious tone.

“Well, she didn't open the door and I– I worried, I guess.”

Anders nodded with a smirk. “You’ve got a good intuition, kid. Kai was just telling me about Elsa and an accident she had. Do you know anything about that?”

Kai turned to look at Anders for being so straightforward with Hålkesen, but part of him was glad he was saving him the trouble of being the one who interrogated him. He then turned to look at Marshal once again and noticed it was the third time he scratched his beard. To say he was nervous was an understatement. And Kai couldn’t blame him. As soon as he had set foot inside the house, two policemen had stopped him and started questioning him.

“No, sir. I don't.”

Kai could tell he was lying through his teeth and that didn’t set well with him. “She came home with a deep cut in her hand. I didn't think too much of it at first, but we were surprised to find blood all over the place when we got here.”

“You probably saw the blood when you came in,” Anders said. He didn’t like Marshall’s attitude one bit. “She must have lost a lot of it. It’s a good thing she decided to go to town.”

“The hand usually bleeds a lot,” Marshall said matter-of-factly, surprising both of them. “Going to the hospital is usually the best idea.”

“Would you like some coffee?” Kai offered Marshall. Maybe he could play the good cop since it was clear Anders wanted the other role.

“No, thanks,” Marshall said, respectfully. “I just came here to pick up my wallet.”

“We found one on the floor,” Anders said. “It's on the kitchen table.”

“Thanks.” Walking past them, Marshall entered the kitchen and grabbed the wallet from the table. He frowned when he noticed his ID was on the table. To Kai’s surprise, he picked it up but didn’t question them. “Is Elsa going to stay in town for a long time?”

“I don’t know. That’s up to her.”

Something told Kai that even though he was still trying to be respectful, the young man was annoyed by the situation and his vague answer.

“Did she take Olaf with her?”

“That’s actually why we’re here. We came to pick him up.”

Marshall nodded and put his ID back inside the wallet without a rush. “Well, I’d better go. Thanks for the wallet,” he said with one more nod in Kai’s direction. “And I'm sorry I interrupted.”

“Don't worry about it.” Kai wasn’t sure what to make of him. Even though it was clear he had lied to them, he couldn’t really stop the man from leaving and start questioning him. No matter how odd his behaviour was, he had nothing against him besides his unfounded paternal concern.

“Kai,” Anders said, calling his attention. He mumbled something he couldn’t understand until he pointed to the small room with his head. The tools.

“Wait, Marshall,” Kai said, stopping the mountaineer from leaving. “Are the tools in the other room yours by any chance?”

Marshall turned around and looked at him and then at the small room.

“You might want to take them home with you. Elsa might stay in town for a few days."

He took some time to think his response through, until finally he sighed and nodded. “Right. I forgot about those,” he said.

“Come with me. There are several boxes in the way. I can give you a hand.” Kai wasn’t sure if he had the right to put the blame for whatever had happened to Elsa on this man’s shoulders, but he was glad he had a few more minutes to talk to him and see if he could find out.

They entered the room and true to his word, Kai helped Marshall with his toolbox. There were several tools lying around and Kai noticed he was making a conscious effort not to use his injured hand.

“Say, lad. What happened to your arm?” asked Anders from the door, clearly intrigued by the injury too.

“I– umm… Just a burn.”

“Looks serious.”

“It isn’t,” Marshall said, turning his back to avoid looking at Anders.

“What happened?”

If Kai knew for sure Marshall had done something to Elsa, he was certain he’d be enjoying Anders’ professional pestering. But the man in front of him looked annoyed and tired. He had been nervous at the beginning, but the more they questioned him, the more his patience ran thin. And by the looks of it, he wasn’t patient by nature.

“A stupid accident with a kettle.”

But then again, Kai didn’t like the fact that he kept lying. His pauses, the way he avoided Anders. All of it were flags Kai couldn’t ignore. Making up his mind, he thought it was best to stop beating around the bush and said, “Let me ask you something, Hålkesen…”

Marshall picked the last of his tools up and looked at him.

“Were you here when Elsa hurt herself?”

Looking down, he pretended to check the tool in his hand. “…No.”

Another lie. Kai was getting tired of them. “No?”

“No, sir. I wasn’t,” Marshall said, sounding a lot more convincing, but not enough to fool them.

Anders' patience ran out and he spoke his mind before Kai could ask Marshall a new question. “Your tools, your wallet and your jacket are in the house. You’re a terrible liar.”

Kai rolled his eyes at Anders but decided to work with what his partner had just said. “Will you be kind enough to tell us why you’d rather lie than admit you were here?”

Marshall looked at Anders and then at Kai, unsure of what to say. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir. I wasn’t—”

“Stop playing the fool and tell me what happened the other night.” If he wanted to lie to them, then Kai felt no remorse questioning him. He could run out of patience too.

“I don't know what you're implying,” said Marshall. “Nothing happened.”

“What did you say happened to your arm?” Anders asked again. He had a smirk drawn on his face. There was no doubt he was playing the fool himself.

Turning around to frown at him, Marshall said, “I told you, it’s just a burn. It has nothing to do with—”

“Why do you keep lying?” Anders snickered. “It's a simple question.”

At his scornful laugh, something inside Marshall snapped and he threw the last tool inside the toolbox. He picked his things up and walked past Anders ready to leave. “I don’t have time for this,” he said as he exited the room.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Anders asked, not liking the man’s attitude. He followed him into the living room and Kai followed suit.

To Kai’s surprise, Marshall took the time to answer before he reached the door. “I'm leaving.”

“Hålkesen, if you leave this house I’ll have you arrested,” Anders' threat was serious, and Kai opened his eyes in surprise to look at his partner. Maybe Anders' annoyance wasn’t faked anymore.

“What for?” Marshall asked, standing his ground.

“Assault charges.”

“Right,” Marshall sneered. “Good luck with that.”

Kai looked at his partner to see how truthful he had been by his threat, and he didn’t like the expression he saw in his eyes. Wanting both parts to remain civil, he said, “I'd cooperate if I were you, Marshall.”

He was merely trying to convince him it was best to stay and talk like adults. But contrary to what Kai expected, Marshall slammed the door closed and turned around to look at him.

“I didn't assault Elsa!” It was obvious Marshall was seeing red at that point, but Kai didn’t acknowledge his anger.

“I just need you to tell me the truth,” Kai said calmly. “Were you here the other night?”

He was fuming. It was obvious he wanted to lash out at them, or at least tell them to fuck off, but he didn't say anything. And Kai wondered if that was for the best or not. Marshall was younger, taller and stronger than both of them. But a man who bottled up his anger ended up being a lot more dangerous than one who allowed himself to react.

“Marshall.” Kai wasn’t sure what to do if he didn’t cooperate. No matter how much Anders wanted to interrogate him, they had nothing against the mountaineer. Either he cooperated, or they were back at the beginning.

“Yes.”

Marshall’s answer was so low that for a moment Kai thought he hadn’t heard him correctly.

“Yes,” he repeated when he noticed Kai wasn't responding. “But Elsa made me promise I wouldn't say a word." He then looked daggers at Anders. "Can I go now?”

“No,” Anders said. And Kai wanted to smack him in the face. The boy was finally starting to talk. There was no reason to keep pushing him.

“I already told you—” Marshall tried to say, but Anders interrupted him.

“Will you tell us what happened to your arm?”

“Why are you so damn insistent about my arm?!”

Kai sighed when he realised Marshall was not doing a good job controlling his anger.

“Because you lied about it.” Crossing his arms defiantly, Anders waited for an answer.

If Kai had to be honest, he didn’t understand why his friend was being so insistent. He seemed more concerned about the arm than the lies Marshall had told them, or the fact Elsa wanted to keep Marshall's visit a secret.

“I promised Elsa I wouldn’t say,” Marshall repeated, as if that explained everything they needed to know.

Anders looked at Kai with concern and waited for him to say or do something. At first Kai wasn’t sure what was going on, but then it struck him. The arm, the lie, the puddles inside the house… Even Elsa’s guilt and sorrow. It all added up to one simple answer, and Kai felt like an idiot for not thinking of it sooner.

Fear nestled at the pit of Kai's stomach as he looked at Marshall's forearm once again. Whenever Elsa's powers reacted on their own, she had a hard time overcoming the guilt and self-loathing she felt after it happened. And now that Kai thought about it, it was clear that was the way Elsa had been feeling that morning. She was concerned about the way other people saw her. She wouldn’t smile, even if she tried. Kai was certain the guilt was eating her up.

Feeling a lot more apprehensive than he had moments before, Kai got closer to Marshall and asked, “what happened to your arm, Marshall?"

“I can’t,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m not sure what happened myself.”

“We know about Elsa,” Anders said, surprising them both. “If that’s what you’re worried about. You can tell us.”

“I promised Elsa I—”

Kai knew he was making a mistake by acting before thinking, but he couldn’t stop himself and asked, “did Elsa hurt you?”

Marshall looked down and drew in a deep breath. “I should go,” he said before he turned around to leave.

“Did Elsa hurt you?” Kai repeated. Even though the answer was obvious, he didn't want to believe it. Despite what Elsa thought, Kai knew she had more control of her powers than she gave herself credit for. There was no way she had hurt him, unless… Suddenly, the idea of Elsa using her powers to protect herself from a violent man came to mind, and Kai paled at the thought. “What did you do to her?!”

"What?!" Marshall asked as he looked over his shoulder.

"What did you do?"

Turning around, he threw his toolbox on the ground with a loud thud. “You want to know what happened?” Marshall asked, clearly furious at his accusations. “Talk to your daughter. Maybe then you’ll realise I’m not a cold-hearted bastard.” He ran his good hand through his hair as he breathed in and out. “I didn't hurt her. I would never hurt her,” he repeated, now looking at Anders, as if he wanted him to get the idea into his head too. “I only tried to help. She's the one who pushed me away.”

“I'm serious, Hålkesen—” Kai tried to say, but the mountaineer interrupted him again.

“While you’re at it, Bjorgman. Tell her I was worried sick about her.” He opened the door and turned to look at Anders once again. “Do whatever the fuck you want. I couldn’t care less about your threat.” And with that he left the cabin, leaving Kai and Anders standing in the living room, unsure of what to do.

When Kai finally made sense of everything he had said, he ran after him. “Marshall, wait,” he yelled, hoping he’d stop after everything that had happened. He called his name once again and hurried after him.

Under any other situation, he wouldn’t have followed him. But he knew about Elsa and he needed to make sure his daughter’s secret was safe.

“Could you please stop, Hålkesen?”

To his good luck, Marshall did stop and waited for him to say what he needed

Kai took a few deep breaths when he finally reached him and then asked, “have you told anyone what happened?”

“No.”

“No-one should find out about this. I need you to be honest with—”

“I haven't said a word, alright?” His voice was low once again, but Kai noticed he was doing his best to remain calm. “Elsa asked me no to. And no-one would believe me if I did anyway.”

Not knowing what else to say, and thinking it was best to let the man go once and for all, Kai nodded and thanked him.

---

As soon as he got home, Marshall slammed the door closed and threw the keys against the wall. To say he was mad was an understatement. He was livid. At himself. At Elsa's father. At Elsa herself. All the misunderstandings could have been avoided if only she had trusted him.

He wasn’t sure he understood what had happened to him the night of the accident. He couldn’t explain it, even if he tried. All he had tried to do was help her and then things had gotten out of hand. And, now, for some reason he couldn’t comprehend, he was suddenly the one to blame.

He had tried to remain civil with Bjorgman. He had tried to understand his point of view. He was a father concerned for his daughter’s well-being; and Marshall respected that. But the more he and his pathetic excuse of a partner insisted — the more they questioned him — the more he wanted to tell them to fuck off and get out of the house. All he had wanted to do was gather his things and make sure Olaf was okay. But instead, he had ended up fighting with one of the people Elsa loved the most.

He sat on the sofa and buried his face in his hands in frustration. Part of him wanted to scream, break things and forget about the whole ordeal. While the other wanted to grab the car, go to the city and knock on every door until he found Elsa. He wanted to see her. He needed to talk to her. And he hated himself for hanging up on her that morning. If only they had talked things through, they wouldn’t be in that situation.

He looked at the phone, determined to call Kristoff again and find out where Elsa was staying, when he noticed the blinking red light signalling a new voicemail.

He hoped it wasn't his mother asking him to run some errands for her. On a normal day he wouldn’t mind, but he didn't have the patience to explain to her why he was so completely out of it. He stood up and pressed the button. There were a few seconds of silence and he thought it was just an empty message when Elsa's low voice began to speak.

“Hi. It’s me…” The pause she made left her in evidence she hadn't thought her message through. The sound of her voice made him smile for just a moment and he wondered how she did it. How she managed to tame his temper like that. “I’ve been trying to call you — this shouldn't be this hard,” He heard her say to herself, her voice barely over a whisper, and he chuckled. “I don’t know if you want to talk to me or not. But I need to tell you that I never meant to hurt you.” He could hear the sadness in her voice and once again he felt like an arse for hanging up on her that morning. “I didn't want to push you away either. I just— I don't know what to do. Half the time I don’t know what I’m doing… I'm sorry. I’m so sorry, Marshmallow.”

The beep coming from the machine brought Marshall back to the present and he sat back down with a sigh. He still wanted to talk to her. But he saw no reason in calling Kristoff only to then show up at Elsa’s house late in the evening. Odds were her father was going to be there when he showed up, and then what?

Thinking more clearly about his options, Marshall walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. Maybe the best option was to stay in, drink for a while and then sleep his problems away. He could try to find a way to talk to Elsa the following day.

---

The restaurant Kristoff had chosen to pick up food from was full, leaving little to no-space for the people who were waiting for their takeaway orders. For that reason, Elsa regretted leaving the truck and following them into the place. The noise, the chatter, the heat that came from the kitchen was too much for her, and she regretted allowing her brother to pull her away from the comfort of her parents’ backyard.

“Elsa, are you all right?”

Anna's voice brought her back to reality. The queue had moved only a few centimetres, and Elsa felt like she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed some air.

"I'll be outside," she told her brother.

"Are you sure?" He said over his shoulder, knowing his sister didn't like being alone in the streets.

"This place's too crowded." And with that Elsa started to push her way out. When she was reaching the door, she heard Anna's voice call after her.

"Wait. I'll go with you."

Elsa turned around and held the door open for Anna with a sigh. Even if she usually enjoyed the girl's company, she wasn’t sure she could act normal around her that day. Anna had a way to mess with her head, even with the simplest questions.

Both girls walked a few metres away from the restaurant and stood next to a birch tree in order to stay away from the people using the sidewalk.

The coastal area in Trolheim was where the city’s commercial centre was located. On one side of the road shops and restaurants were situated, while on the other side, the fjord could be seen from a pedestrian street.

The streets were still wet from the day's rain and the neon lights from the shops painted the pavement around them. Elsa paid attention to the colours, the shadows and lights, and wondered if the people around them ever took the time to look at the beauty of it, or if she only paid attention to it after years of being secluded to a white room.

"You really can't stand crowded places, huh?" Anna said, distracting her from her pensive mood.

Elsa looked at her and shook her head. She really couldn't. Every year she tried to change that. She tried to overcome her uneasiness around crowds, but she never improved much.

"Don't worry." Anna smiled at her sympathetically. "It's more usual than you imagine."

Elsa wasn’t sure if it was true or Anna was simply trying to make her feel normal for a brief moment. Part of her believed it was the second option.

"You know, I've got the same hoodie," Anna pointed out, trying to start a conversation.

"What?" Elsa asked and then looked down, only to realise she was wearing Anna's hoodie. She had only changed her underclothes the night before, not realising Anna could show up during the day. She slapped herself mentally for letting herself be so distracted and risking Anna finding out she had gone to her house the day before.

"The hoodie," Anna said, unaware of Elsa's consternation. "I’ve got the exact same one. I think it’s as worn out as yours."

Her smile told Elsa she hadn't realised it was in fact her hoodie. And she thought it was best to play along. "Most of my clothes are worn out," she said, unsure of how to drive the attention away from the sweatshirt.

Anna's face turned red and she promptly apologised, surprising Elsa. "I– I didn’t mean anything by that. I meant that we probably bought it at the same time."

Elsa had no idea what had gone through Anna's head, but she nodded nonetheless. The sooner they stopped talking about her clothes the better. Elsa knew she’d need to find a way to return the clothes without Anna finding out, but the idea of meeting Idunn again made her anxious.

"Elsa, about the other day…" Anna said out of thin air, distracting Elsa from her train of thoughts once again. "I wanted to apologise."

"Huh?" As far as Elsa knew things were okay between them.

"On Saturday I kept pressuring you to…"

Finally understanding what she was talking about, Elsa shook her head and said, "it’s okay." With everything that had happened to her afterwards, she had forgotten about Anna's insistence to tell Marshall about her powers or about spending some time with her birth parents. If only she knew I'd done both things in less than twenty-four hours.

"I’m serious, Elsa. I’m sorry. I know your powers—"

"Not here, Anna." Elsa didn’t mind listening to Anna's suggestions. Half the time she found herself wondering what Anna would or wouldn’t do in her shoes; but she couldn’t stand when Anna talked about her powers out loud as if they were something normal.

"But I—"

"Please, just…" She looked around, making sure no-one was standing near. "Don’t talk about my powers."

"Sorry," murmured Anna. "I should learn to keep my mouth shut sometimes. Mum says I’m just like dad in that regard."

"Where’s Kristoff?" Elsa asked, hoping to change the topic and avoid talking about her powers or her birth family. She felt bad for being so harsh on Anna, but she didn’t trust herself to talk about those topics.

“There were some people before him,” Anna replied as she turned around to see the restaurant’s main door open and a group of people come out.

The people were loud, half of them were a little tipsy and they weren’t completely aware of their surroundings. After they almost bumped into them, Elsa decided it was best to leave before they or any other person touched her. She was tense and she was certain her skin was colder than it should’ve been. Not thinking twice about it, she crossed the road towards the fjordside.

“Elsa? Where are you going?” She heard Anna say behind her, but she ignored her. She didn’t want to go back to the sidewalk. All the people coming and going made her feel uneasy.

When she reached the balusters on the pedestrian street, Elsa leaned on the rail and looked into the distance. The fjord and the cold air of the summer night had a soothing effect on her nerves.

“The fjord’s beautiful at night.” Anna said at her back, and she looked at her over her shoulder. “I never understood why people don’t stop to look at it more often.”

Elsa smiled and nodded. She had wondered the same thing several times in the past. She didn’t enjoy the city the way normal people did. But if she had the chance, she’d spend her time in the city centre doing just that.

Leaning on the rail next to her, Anna drank in the view for a few seconds before she asked, “do you want me to go?”

“What?”

“I can see you’re not comfortable around people today. Maybe you wanted me to go.”

One of the difficult things of growing up in complete isolation, and then becoming a recluse, was to realise when she was pushing people away. Elsa rarely realised she was doing it until someone mentioned something. And she was glad Anna had no problem telling her when she was doing it. If not, she was certain she wouldn’t be aware of it until it was too late.

“No,” she said, honestly. “I don’t… It’s just– I don’t feel so good today. Being surrounded by people doesn’t help in the least.”

Elsa could see Anna’s sad look from the corner of her eye, but she remained silent. She knew her sister wanted to ask her if she was okay. It was something Anna couldn’t control, and Elsa hoped that she’d realise that this time it was best if she kept the questions to herself.

Anna opened her mouth to speak but Krisotff’s loud voice from the other side of the road stopped her. “Anna! Elsa! Come on. Food will get cold.”

“Coming!” Elsa yelled back and then smiled at Anna to let her know she shouldn’t worry.

---

The sound of the front door slamming surprised Gerda. She had been setting the table in the dining room, waiting for the family to arrive when she heard it. Thinking it was Kristoff, she walked straight to the living room, ready to reprimand him for it. Since his teenage years, Krisotff had the tendency to slam the doors in the house, driving Gerda crazy.

She opened her eyes in surprise when she realised Kai was the one who had entered the house in a hurry. “Kai, there you are. Elsa told me you’d be back home at seven but—”

“Is Elsa home?” He interrupted his wife. As he let Olaf out of the box he had brought him in.

Gerda smiled and kneeled to pet the cat. “She went to the city centre with Kristoff and Anna. They’re getting some food. We’re going to—” Noticing Kai was a bit more unnerved than usual. She stopped what she wanted to say and asked, “is everything all right?”

“I need to talk to Elsa.”

“Did something happen?” Gerda stood up, ignoring the cat for a minute. She grabbed her husband by the arm and led him to the nearest chair.

Kai understood it was her silent way of telling him to calm down and explain to her what was going on. “Something happened between Elsa and Hålkesen the other night.”

Nonplused by the fact he wanted to talk about something so private, especially if she considered they were talking about Elsa, she said, “well… she’s— she’s an adult.”

Gerda had never imagined Elsa’s relationship with her friend was at that stage, but she couldn’t blame the girl. She had been young too. What she couldn’t understand was why Kai was bringing it up. Or why he even cared. As long as Elsa was safe, she had no intention of prying too much.

Turning red as a beet, Kai looked at her as if she had lost her marbles. “No! No, no. Not that. Why would you—?”

“You are the one talking nonsense!” Now she was embarrassed for both of them. She was thankful the kids hadn’t returned to hear them have such an awkward conversation.

“I’m trying to talk about something serious. Please, listen to me,” he said, trying to get her undivided attention. “Kristoff called this morning. He needed Elsa to call her friend.”

“Marshall?” Gerda asked as she sat on the chair opposite Kai.

He nodded his head and continued. “He was worried about her well-being.”

“Why? Does he—”

Not having enough time nor patience to tell the whole story, Kai interrupted her. “Elsa called him at midday, remember? She tried to apologise. He hung up on her.”

“You said you weren’t eavesdropping,” she said with a frown.

“That doesn’t matter. Anders and I went to the mountain to pick up Olaf and there we ran into Hålkesen…” He took a deep breath. “Something happened between them. Elsa’s house is a mess. There’s blood everywhere. His forearm was bandaged.”

Gerda could do nothing but open her eyes in shock at what Kai was telling her. “Kai, if you are pulling my leg—”

“Do you seriously think I’m joking?” he asked, irritated. Gerda knew he wasn’t truly mad, he was simply distressed about the situation. “He’s got an ice burn.”

“No,” she said almost instantly. She wouldn’t believe Elsa had done something like that. Her daughter wasn’t dangerous. “Elsa would never— Kai, are you sure he’s got an iceburn? Did you even talk to him?”

“We did — we tried,” Kai clarified. “He didn’t tell us much. All he said was I should talk to Elsa myself. He promised her he wouldn’t say anything to anyone. And he didn’t.”

Gerda wanted to ask her husband a thousand questions, but she tried her best to remain calm and let him finish.

“He didn’t break his promise even when we told him we knew about Elsa,” he explained. “You may understand why I need to talk to Elsa, Gerda. She needs to talk to this man and make sure he will keep his promise and keep her safe.”

“Wait, no.” Everything Kai was telling her sounded too rushed, too drastic. Marshall hadn’t even confirmed he had been hurt by Elsa’s ice and Kai was already planning to question their daughter. “Elsa would never hurt him, or anyone. Kai, you know Elsa. You know she'd never—”

“I do,” he said, understanding her concern. “But I also know her powers are too much for her to bear sometimes.”

“Please, Kai.” Gerda felt tears welling up in her eyes. If what Kai was telling her was true, then things were a lot more serious than she had imagined. She didn’t want to imagine what was going through Elsa’s head, and she didn’t want to make things worse for her. “We can’t bombard Elsa with questions as soon as she gets home. There must be a reason she didn’t tell us.”

“Gerda,” Kai stopped her. “She lost control and hurt another person. She’s only lucky he hasn’t said anything to anyone yet.”

“Don’t you think we should trust Elsa? Maybe she’s got things under control.”

“Things are clearly out of her control. Things are not okay.” It was clear it pained Kai to say so, but he was trying to act in Elsa’s best interest.

“Kai.” She didn’t know if she wanted to convince Kai or herself that Elsa hadn’t lost control of her powers.

“I didn't want to see it either.” The sadness in Kai’s eyes crushed her. “But it’s best if we accept it and try to help her. She's not okay.”

“Let’s give her some time. Maybe she’ll talk to us,” she begged him.

“Gerda…”

“Let’s have dinner.” She extended her hand until she reached his. “The family is all together. Let’s be patient.”

“What about Hålkesen?” They couldn’t ignore the fact someone outside the family knew about Elsa’s powers.

“He already made Elsa a promise,” Gerda tried to reason. “He didn’t tell you anything. Let's trust his word.”

The sound of Krisotff’s truck parking outside the house called their attention, and they both looked in the direction of the door.

“Please, Kai, we can’t corner her like this.” Gerda desperately needed Kai to be patient.

The door opened and Gerda could hear Kristoff and Anna talking in the living room.

“Please,” she insisted.

“Okay,” he said with a sigh. “Okay. We give her more time.”

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Three chapters in fifteen days! How about that?!

This only proves I was in fact writing scenes here and there during the 4+months hiatus and I finally realised how to mix everything together.

I’m super excited about this part of the story and I bet you guys can already tell. Ideas keep flowing and I find myself writing for hours after work like I haven’t done in a long time. Your comments, reviews and positive feedback also helps me to stay motivated. So, thank you all so much for your kind words and opinions. It’s great to read what you guys think of the story, plot and characters. Please feel free to keep commenting on that. I love reading your theories.

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incognito-insomniac · 8 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Frozen (Disney Movies), Rise of the Guardians (2012) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Elsa (Disney), Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood) Additional Tags: Crack Crossover, Song: Let It Go (Disney), Snow and Ice, First Meetings, POV Elsa (Disney) Summary:

A newcomer is stepping in on Jack's gig. He drops in to check it out, but she's a little busy singing a Billboard Top 5.

#i made a silly thing #my fic #my writing #frozen fic

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bielsahours · 1 year

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chapter 5 of my elsamaren fic is up !

hello if u recognise the fic or the user - i was writing this ~about~ 18 months-a year ago, but took a v unexpected break because i was doing horrible grownup things like getting new jobs and building houses. truly, disgusting.

but i’m back now, with a new tumblr and new chapters to be uploaded! so pls come be friends w/ me i beg

#my writing #elsamaren #frozen #elsa x honeymaren #honeymaren x elsa #elsa #honeymaren #elsamaren fanfic #elsamaren fanfiction #elsamaren fic #elsa fic #frozen fic #frozen fanfiction #frohana #frohana fic #frohana fanfiction #kristanna #kristanna fanfiction

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fictionfanaticspod · 8 months

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❄️𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒄 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉: ❄️

Love Worth Waiting For by BooklandReeve

🪭We are so excited to announce our first Disney, and F/F fic this month with Love Worth Waiting For! If you love Frozen, Mulan, AU, and Soulmate fics then read along this month and listen at the end of the month as we discuss this great story!🪭

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faeriekit · 17 days

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Snow Day

SO IT TURNS OUT @tourettesdog also had a far-frozen based Phic Phight prompt so here's a sister fic of Snowdrift Sanctuary from yesterday okay please and thank you

Tundra peeked around the pillar of ice. Again.

The human was still there.

…Tundra peeked left. Tundra peeked right. No one else had seen them yet.

The human, in a big coat and big boots was squatting in the snow, drawing shapes Tundra couldn’t make out with their finger.

Tundra’s tail wagged. Well. He didn’t have a very long tail, so he mostly butt-wiggled. There’d never been a human at the Far Frozen before!! Tundra had heard of humans — he’d seen depictions and heard stories, sure. But now a human was here. And they lived here.

That was so cool.

So, maybe Tundra wanted to say hi! So what? Mama had said that he should be nice to the human, since they needed help and shelter that the Chief would provide, but they were also new and interesting and they hardly ever had anyone stay with them who wasn’t a yeti ever!! Maybe they’d let Tundra play with them while they were here?

So Tundra got down on his haunches. He crawled over the snowbank, wriggling as he went, taking advantage of his coat that blended into the terrain.

The human didn’t see him at all.

Tundra bared his teeth in a play grin, eyes squinting, tongue caught between his teeth. The human was so close. He crouched down as far as he could. He waited until the human wasn’t looking.

Tundra pounced.

And then there was a flash of green burning through the air, hot and bright and loud. Tundra startled.

He landed in the snow, dazed and off-balance. He could feel a hot spot in his fur—putting his paw to it, Tundra could feel where his fur was burnt to singed ends, the tips of each hair bulbous with char.

There was a steaming hole in the snow behind him.

…Oh.

“HOLY SH—are you okay?? Did I hurt you?? I’m sorry!!” someone shouted. Someone gently turned Tundra’s head, careful not to move him too harshly or too quickly. “Is your head okay? Are you bleeding? Is—“

“…Cool.” Tundra muttered, eyes still stuck to the hole in the snow. That was so strong. Even Avalanche wasn’t that strong, and she beat everyone in the tournament last season. No wonder the chief was in charge of the human ghost, even if there were lots of adults willing to help.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” the human apologized again, hands on their flat, pink face. Huh. Their hair was white now. When did that happen? “Usually when ghosts sneak up on me, they’re, uh… they’re not usually playing.”

Tundra looked at the human’s flat face and frowned. They got attacked? For real, and not for playing? “That’s mean. I hope you got them.”

The human made a strangled noise. Super weird! “Yeah…yeah. I did.”

“Good,” Tundra decided, back straightening straight up. The human was about as tall as he was, but humans were smaller in general. They were probably older. “If anyone attacks you now, you should get the Chief to eat them, and then they won’t attack you anymore.”

The human made another choked noise. Tundra assumed it was a laugh. He grinned back, pleased with the response, and wriggled back upright. “I’m Tundra! Mama says that you’re older than me even though we’re just as tall as each other! Are you a boy human, or a girl human? Or neither? Or both?!”

“…I’m a boy,” the human said, voice weak. Tundra peered in close at him, trying to see if he’d been injured too, but no; he looked fine, and he got his black hair back too.

“Cool,” said Tunda. “So am I. Arctic is too, but he’s big already, so he doesn’t want to play all the time. Do you like hunting?”

“I’ve…never hunted before.”

Not ever? Tundra gasped. “We can play chase, then, and then the chief can teach you how to hunt! And then we can hunt together!” Tundra scrambled to his feet, excited. “Do you want to stalk Avalanche with me?! She always throws me off, and then we can wrestle!”

The human hesitated.

“Or,” Tundra amended, because the human was still kind of small, “You can watch me stalk Avalanche, and watch us wrestle, and then I can teach you to stalk the chief so that you can wrestle with someone you know is safe.”

The human snorted, the fur cuff from his sleeve hiding his face. “I don’t know…isn’t he busy? You know, being the chief and all…””

“You’re supposed to wrestle your parents,” Tundra assured him, chest fur puffing up with pride. “I used to chew on Mama’s ears all the time when I was a cub. Now Avalanche and Arctic and everyone else can wrestle with me because they’re big enough to know how to stop playing before they squash me flat.”

The human laughed, openly and brightly, and it sounded nice.

Tundra stood so that could he could launch himself back towards the settled part of their little patch of the Infinite Realms. “Come on!!” he shouted, more than eager to play. “Last one there doesn’t get any fish eyes!”

There was a moment of silence—and then they were both rolling in the snow, the human having decided to launch into him!! This was great!! Tundra whooped, feigning bites and wriggling while the human pushed him further into the depths of the snow. The human’s grin was kind of wide and weird without a muzzle, but that wasn’t his fault, and he was having fun!! And so was Tundra!!

And the human-ghost could fly, and Tundra couldn’t, so chasing after him was super fun. They made it all the way back to the settlement in no time flat, dodging other kith and kin—

And running into Mama and Chief Advisor Pritla on accident was worth how much trouble he got into later.

Whoops!

#phic phight 2024 #phic phight #faer fic #danny phantom #far frozen #I needed a yeti to look down at Danny and be like 'this is a best friend' and I needed Danny to look up and go 'this is...legit a baby'#no frostbite this time though check the previous instead #whoah did you know danny phantom was trending today you guys no way /j #no I am still not over the greenland shark nor fish eyes together we can COME TOGETHER AND APPRECIATE CULTURE SPECIFIC DELICACIES #HOLD MY HAND. WE WILL FIND WORLD PEACE. TOGETHER

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zarla-s · 3 months

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More holiday requests! Some Ace Attorney ones this year which are fun, I haven't drawn PW stuff in ages, haha. Some of these are from an Ace Attorney/Frozen crossover that i finished writing years ago and still haven't POSTED IT'S DONE WHY AM I LIKE THIS i just need to sit down and finish editing it one of these days

The last one is from a very disturbing Matt/Juan (well, more like the doomed love square of 2-4 with Adrian/Matt/Juan/Celeste) psychological horrorshow I wrote a long time ago during a pretty dark time in my life, as you can probably guess from the shot, haha. Definitely not for children or the faint of heart.

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#ace attorney #pokemon #brain's froze #z art #athena cykes #apollo justice #klavier gavin #kristoph gavin #toxtricity #matt engarde #juan corrida #shoe #i really need to reread the frozen fic and try and get back into that headspace again #it's just been sitting there mocking me for ages #god it's 90k+ i didn't even notice until just now #i was possessed by a demon

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shadebloopnik · 13 days

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Angelic Alastor AU

"Al!"

The angel turned to the voice and the sound of flapping wings just in time to see the two Archangels land behind him. The smaller of the two- with porcelain skin, rosy cheeks and an otherworldly beauty, bounded towards him full of energy. Golden eyes peered up at him as he spoke.

"Just finished with our spar, and Michael said he loved the hat! I told you it was a good idea!", Lucifer spoke, deep chuckles seeming to brighten the area by its mere presence. He punctuated his words by adjusting the top hat on his head, replacing the usual golden crown, a prideful smile on his face.

"Your brothers clearly love you too much.", Alastor snipes before facing the taller angel, and giving a polite bow. "Your Highness."

Michael gives a solemn nod, adorning a small soft smile. "Always good to see you, Altruist. I had ample time before my next meeting, so I figured I'd accompany my brother on his way to your little appointment."

Michael bore nearly identical features to his younger brother, possessing the same blonde locks, white skin, and golden eyes, albeit being considerably taller. What he lacked, falling a bit behind Lucifer's beauty, he made up for with his dignified grace, a regal authority that rivalled no other. He reminded Alastor of a frozen tundra amidst the plans for the creation of life, as precise as every detail on each snowflake.

"Very well that you did, your Grace, as your brother appears to need it quite a lot."

"It was ONE time! And your directions were very unclear!"

"I fail to see how 'meet me at the gates' translates to 'circle the entirety of heaven for 3 hours', my friend."

"There are a lot of gates in heaven! No matter! They just finished constructing the new nebula! We gotta check it out Alastor! Come on!", Lucifer said, practically bouncing on his feet in excitement and circling the other in flight before dashing off in a burst of speed.

Michael let out a rare chuckle as Alastor sighed in seeming annoyance.

"Always so sprightly, makes me wonder how you keep up with it all, Altruist.", the Archangel spoke, stepping to stand beside the red eyed angel.

"Trust me Sire, its tempting not to follow.", Alastor replied, deadpan as he set his gaze to the direction the Morningstar set off on. Left alone with the other Archangel, without Lucifer with him, Alastor couldn't help but feel a bit insecure. Shuffling his mismatch wings, he subtly moved the upper white set to cover the red and black wings below, his hold on his cane, tightening ever so slightly, though not enough for Michael to notice.

Michael smiled, finding no offense whatsoever from Alastor's words and the casualty of his jabs towards Lucifer. Despite his words, Michael could see the fondness Alastor possessed for the shorter angel, clear as day. Alastor was powerful, only ranking below the Archangels themselves in sheer strength, and would be of higher standing if not for his reclusive nature.

He always wore a smile wherever he went, but it was different for Lucifer, softer, fuller. Alastor shied away from any interaction with his angelic kind, but fully welcomes Lucifer's presence, seeking it, even. It was without a doubt that Alastor cared for his younger brother, his loyalty and selflessness when it came to the younger angel was palpable, fitting of his title, and for that, he had Michael's complete and utter respect.

"But you will, you always do.", Michael turned to face the angel, golden eyes meeting peculiar red. "Its why I trust you with his life."

Its a bit ridiculous perhaps, considering Lucifer was far more powerful than Alastor could ever be, but in the end, it mattered little. Alastor held his brother's heart, and Michael could guess it rang true vice versa.

Alastor's smile froze on his face, his sharp tongue silent as he gazed into the Archangel. A bout of silence passed, broken only by the Morningstar barreling back into Alastor at high speed.

"Alastor come on slow-wings! Hah! Get it? Slow? Wings? Come on, its hilarious, lets goooo!!", Lucifer bounced, gripping at the taller angel's arm, making a show of pulling him along. Evidently he didn't use much force, seeing as how Alastor wasn't immediately carried off, but it was enough to drag the angel rather quickly still.

"Later Michael!", the star spoke with a cheerful wave, before speeding off, dragging a squawking Alastor behind him as the other hastily flapped his mismatched wings, as he struggled to keep up.

Michael smiled at the scene, before turning to leave for his meeting.

Protect his heart, Alastor, it's all I ask of you.

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The wind roughly brushed the trees around them, as 3 pairs wings fluttered to land, every flap bringing forth powerful gusts. Michael surveyed the area as he went down to Earth, a mossy swamp littered with fireflies, blues and greens seeming to glow under the night sky. He wrenched his eyes down. He couldn't bear to look at a star right now, not after....

He shook the thought away, marching to look for the angel he was looking for. He'd been searching for hours, burning through the whole day. Alastor truly was a recluse, he was impossible to locate when he didn't want to be found. This was the last place he didn't look yet. They'd let Alastor design these swamps, letting him have at least a little hand in the creation of Earth despite his numerous refusals.

There at the edge, he could see him, standing at the edge of the water, mismatched wings cocooning him, the white set covering his entirety until his black wings were nearly out of sight.

"Altruist."

Alastor remained silent, his back to the Archangel. It was perhaps the most disrespectful thing Alastor's ever done to him, what with all his usual obsession with propriety.

"Altruist.", he called again, voice growing desperate, frustrated.

Still, there was no answer.

Michael clenched his teeth, the day's proceedings catching up to him, leaving him with far, far too many emotions.

"Alastor-"

"Don't."

Alastor's voice was cold, an icy tone that rivalled his own. It made Michael angry, frustrated and bitter. Can't Alastor see that he's hurting too? That he's also grieving?

"I lost him too, Alastor."

His voice was filled with emotion he wouldn't dare name. He had to be strong and steady for his brothers, for the rest of heaven. Im front of Alastor though? In matters regarding Lucifer? There was no one Michael could relate to more.

So why can't Alastor see? Did he think this was easy for Michael?! He lost his brother too! He's not the only one suffering!

But deep inside, Michael knew. It wasn't the same. He knew how deep the bond between Alastor and Lucifer ran, perhaps deeper than he ever had with his brother.

Michael's heart was already given to Heaven as a whole, but Alastor's only belonged to one.

"Tell me Michael, whose life did you entrust to me, again?", Michael felt ice crawl up his spine, his heart growing heavier with each word. Alastor spun around, unfurling his wings to face the Archangel. His crimson eyes were redder than usual.

"How, pray tell, am I supposed to do what you asked, when you cast down the one I was supposed to protect? Tell me how can I protect him from the fiery pits you all threw him into? How, am I supposed to GO ON WITHOUT-!"

'Without them', he almost said. No, he couldn't be reckless, couldn't let his emotions get the better. They couldn't know about his own relations with Lilith, he promised the two he'd stay safe. No matter how much it ached, he couldn't go against them.

Michael furrowed his brows in understanding, letting the accusations wash over him. If it were anyone else, he'd have already smote them down for the audacity, but this was Alastor. This was the angel who held his brother's heart; angry and emotional and dreadfully loyal to the star even now. If anything, in respect for his brother, he could endure this.

Schooling his expression, he'd gaze back at the fuming angel before him, his face a blank slate.

"Lucifer's actions were reckless and destructive, with severe consequences. His reckless disobedience, his affiliation with the first woman, its shattering the very foundation of order we worked so hard to maintain. Such crimes cannot go unpunished."

His voice was cold, adopting the mask of a ruthless prince. Right now, he wasn't a brother, he was Michael, Sword of Justice, Protector of Heaven. He had to learn to separate each title, it was the only way to ensure he did his role right. He can't be a brother right now. He won't, not for this.

He wishes it made it hurt less.

As emotionally compromised as he was, Alastor couldn't mask the pain in his face as he squeezed his eyes shut at Michael's tone, knowing he was now speaking to a soldier, not a friend. The sight of it almost made Michael want to break down the mask. Almost. Not nearly enough to actually do so. He was able to bear casting down his own brother, this was nothing.

The thought sent another pang to his heart, and he pushed it to the back of his mind.

"I love him too..", his voice was low, resigned, all energy leaving him as he looked away from the angel before him. Michael was so so tired. "It had to be done."

The swaying of the leaves and the buzz of nearby fireflies were the only things breaking the deafening silence. Now that he thought about it, didn't Lucifer help make these? Little bursts of light flying amidst a darkened swamp...

Why must everything hurt Michael today?

He heard the other take a deep breath, and turned to see the other adopt a smile. It didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Thank you for your visit, your Highness. You may take your leave now."

Alastor always smiled, even when he didn't mean it, but none of those ever felt as wrong as this one.

"Alas-"

Michael cut off his own words at the other's glare. Alastor's eyes glowed a deep red, his sclera giving its own crimson glow. His glowing wings seemed to curl closer around him. All this while still keeping on that damned smile. It was uncomfortable. It served little to intimidate someone as powerful as Michael, but this wasn't about power.

He's never seen Alastor look so broken.

He may be set apart from the other angels, but he always looked so happy with Lucifer.

......but Lucifer isn't here anymore, is he?

Suppressing a sigh, Michael kept his voice level. ".....Altruist."

Alastor's smile only seemed to widen, contrasting with how his wings curled tighter around himself in a cocoon.

"I wish to be alone. Now.", the deceptively cheerful tone made Michael sick.

Without another word Michael turned around. There was no fixing this. Alastor looked as though a single action would cause him to flee. If Michael didn't take his leave, he'd have left anyway. All Alastor wanted was Lucifer, and Lucifer was condemned in Hell. There's nothing he could do.

As he spread out his wings, he took one last glance at Alastor's smiling face, before taking off, ignoring the muffled sounds of sobbing he left in his wake.

It was the last time he's ever seen Alastor smile.

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rudeflower · 9 months

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jamie tartt's surprisingly soft house

Hello my Apple+ trial ends in 14 minutes and I used my last screencaping seconds to make this post

SO when I watched through every time we went to Jamie's house (which I think was only 4 times, but see above I don't have time to check rn)

I was blown away by how much it clashed with Jamie's personal aesthetic. He actually describes it as "zippers, hoods or graffiti...where is the graffiti?"

Not in your house babe

Aside from some touches like lamps shaped like firearms, the house is all light colors, clean lines, candles, flowers and soft unique white lights. Bb keeps his mirror in front of the well maintained modest garden so he can look at two forms of beauty at once

It was weird and felt like a product of lack of thought going into the house aside from some weird lamps untillllllll

We go to his mom and stepdad's house back on the council estate and it's soft and gentle. The house feels like a secret world, white unique white lights, and floral paintings. It's so safe, this young man who has been on guard and masking for three seasons melts into safety.

His unusually soft gentle house is bringing the safety of home down to London with him. I have a theory that he bought this house thinking his mom and even Simon could come visit or even move in. He probably has tried to buy her a house more than once--huge ones, beautiful ones with big windows, but Georgie just wanted him to buy the council house for her, she's made a good home there. Still, Jamie chooses where and how to live just in case she decides to come move in. Maybe can't admit that the maintained garden, the floral paintings are for him too.

#if you want a less gentle theory on why Georgie doesn't have any pics of Jamie as a teenager #and why the bedroom looks frozen at about fifth grade #I'VE GOT IT #ted lasso #jamie tartt #georgie tartt #stepdad simon who deserves miles of fic

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longsightmyth · 17 days

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Frozen (Disney Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Anna/Kristoff (Disney), Anna/Hans (Disney), Anna/OC, all past all present look I don't know this is Kat's fault, Kristoff/OC Characters: Anna (Disney), Elsa (Disney), Hans (Disney), Kristoff (Disney), Mattias (Disney), assorted ocs and canon characters Additional Tags: My knowledge is watching the movies, reading a (one)(single) novelization, and talking to kat, There is no excuse for this, but I'm doing it anyway, persuasion influences maybe, this is crackfic made real, is frozen a political thriller with romcom influences?, only if we work hard and believe in ourselves, widowed Anna, but it's not Kristoff who died I pinky swear, Don't make a goodreads page for this that's bad form Summary:

Anna needs an heir, and her immortal snowman nephew just isn't going to cut it.

OR:

Widowed Queen Anna fends off suitors, succession crises, and people entirely too invested in her personal affairs.

#frozen #disney frozen #hansanna #frozen fic

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glassslippers-n-cowboyboots · 1 month

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Chapter: 5/???

Fandom: Frozen (Disney Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Anna/Kristoff

Characters: Anna, Kristoff, Elsa, Ryder, Gaston, Belle,

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Hockey AU, College AU, Ice Skating, Masturbation, Grinding

Summary:

Ice dancer Anna Andersen meets hockey goalie Kristoff Bjorgman at Arendelle University and there's an instant attraction.

#frozen fanfic #frozen fic #kristanna fanfic #kristanna #check to the heart

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lelitachay · 2 years

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Frozen fanfiction: Søsken

Modern AU. Kristanna - Frohana - Kristoff & Elsa BrOTP.

Links:

Fanfiction.net - HERE

AO3 - HERE

Tumblr - Chapters 1 to 10 - Here Chapters 11 to 20 - Here Chapters 21 to 30 - Here Chapter 31 - Here Chapter 32 - Here Chapter 33 - Here

Look after you

Kai stopped the car outside the house and sighed in relief. It was no secret he was getting older and being called to the station on his days off was taking a toll on him. He was certain he wouldn't miss it the day he finally retired.

He enjoyed the time he spent with the new recruits and he valued how much they respected him, but the older he got, the more he wanted to stay at home on a rainy Sunday.

It was the third weekend in a row he had been called in. So it meant it was the third week in a row he'd had to cancel his plans to visit Elsa at the mountain. He was getting more and more annoyed by that fact than he wanted to admit to the chief of the department. It was a good thing he had never told Elsa his plans beforehand, because he wouldn't have had the heart to cancel his visits so many times.

I need to talk to Pedersen this week and tell him I won't be home next weekend, he thought as he got out of the car. It had been weeks since he had last seen his daughter, and he wanted to spend some time with her.

Elsa was starting a business with her friend and he didn't even know the man. He hadn't even offered them a helping hand or, at least, sat down to talk to Elsa about her plans; and he felt terrible about it. Ever since his children had become adults, he felt as if he was distancing more and more from them — even if Kristoff and Elsa always greeted him with the biggest smile they could muster whenever they saw him. He was tired of relying on Gerda to find out what was going on in their lives.

He entered the house and hung his wet coat before he went into the kitchen to find his wife. He smiled the moment he saw her at the table surrounded by old photo albums. Rainy days never failed to put Gerda in a melancholic mood.

"I've come to the conclusion that I'm getting old," he said as soon as Gerda raised her head to greet him. He looked to his right and noticed the coffee maker was on and smiled. Exactly what he needed. "Ten-hour shifts are becoming unbearable. I still like the job, don't get me wrong, but the amount of time at the station is killing me lately."

He poured a cup of coffee and sat next to her. "Gerda?" he asked, surprised she hadn't made a joke about his age yet.

"Elsa's home."

A big smile drew on his face the moment he heard his daughter's name, and he failed to notice her downhearted look.

"She is? Now that's good news! Did she come to—" He stopped himself mid-question as soon as he locked eyes with her. Elsa's visit would have never made Gerda look so sad, unless something bad had happened. "Is everything okay?"

"Not really," she said sincerely. "She'll stay with us for a couple of days."

"What happened?"

"I'm not really sure," said Gerda as she stood up to pour herself some coffee. "She came home around lunch time. She had an injury in her hand and—" She tried to gather her thoughts for a moment, and Kai let her. "I don't know, Kai. It's hard to explain."

"An injury? Did someone hurt her?" Suddenly, his instinct told him to find whoever had, but he needed to remain calm until Gerda explained the situation better.

"No. She hurt herself trying to fix a window or something. She came home so I could help her. But that's not the problem…" She sat down once again and looked him in the eye. "One moment, I was giving her stitches — we were talking as if it was just another day; and the next, she was crying and hugging me as if her life depended on it."

"What?" Even if he knew Elsa was a lot more open about her feelings with Gerda, he knew that wasn't something Elsa would do for no reason.

Gerda nodded. "I think she finally reached her breaking point."

"About her birth parents?"

"About everything."

Deep down he hoped it was only about her birth parents, at least then he'd know where to start if he wanted to help her. Everything was a lot more complicated. A sudden urge to see her took over himself. "Where is she now?"

"She went to bed."

"Already?" He turned to look at the clock. "It's only six thirty."

"She said she was tired," said Gerda as she put a picture inside the photo album she had in front of her. "And she did look exhausted."

He knew what Gerda meant, do not disturb her. But there wasn't a good reason for her to be so tired so early, unless… "Did her powers—?" He wasn't sure how to word the question.

To his good luck, Gerda understood exactly what he meant. "I'm not sure, but I suspect they did."

"You didn't ask her?" If her powers had gone on a rampage to the point they had drained her energy, then something bad had happened to her.

"I was not going to bombard her with questions when she was finally letting go of all the anger and resentment she was keeping inside," Gerda growled. "She was finally talking about the way she feels."

"I guess you did the right thing, then…"

"She clearly needed someone to talk to, even if she didn't know what to say." Gerda said, a lot calmer. "I don't know what caused her to fall apart the way she did, but it must have been serious."

The two of them stayed in silence for a minute. They didn't need to say it, but whenever Elsa had a bad episode with her powers, the two of them began to wonder what was best for them to do as if they had never had to deal with them before. It was no secret that even after ten years, they weren't sure what to do to help her.

"Was it really that bad?" He didn't doubt his wife, but part of him wanted to believe she was worrying more than she should. He desperately wanted Elsa to tell him she was okay, and that nothing bad had happened.

Gerda looked at him and said, "let's just say I'm glad she's staying with us. I don't trust her to be alone right now."

Kai's blood ran cold at that, but he tried to remain positive. "Gerda, we've talked about this. I don't think Elsa would—"

"If my daughter tells me how tired and fed up with her life she is, I will worry, Kai." Her watery eyes told him she was a lot more worried that she was letting on, and that crushed him.

Gerda had all the right in the world to be pissed at him for trying to diminish the situation. But he needed to believe it wasn't that bad. He needed to believe Elsa was just going through a rough patch and that she'd come out of it like she always did. There were few people more resilient than her.

"Have you talked to Kristoff?" he asked, hoping their son could help them. "Maybe he knows something."

Gerda shook her head. "I don't think he does. She didn't call him to pick her up from the mountain this time."

"She travelled on her own?"

She nodded.

"Do you think they had a fight? Elsa and Kristoff, I mean."

"No," once again, Gerda shook her head. "She only talked about her powers and her birth family leaving her behind." She tried to keep calm but her anger was getting the best of her, and Kai noticed.

Before he could ask her if she was okay, she huffed and said, "I knew it was a bad idea for her to get in touch with the Arendelles again. They're doing more damage than good."

He agreed with Gerda. They were doing more damage than good. That had been clear from the moment they told Elsa the truth, but there wasn't much they could do. Sighing tiredly, he said, "they're her parents. We don't really have a say. Whether she gives them a chance or not, it's her choice."

"We are her parents. Not them," Gerda retorted, finally allowing a couple of tears to fall.

"You know what I mean," he said, defensively. "He knew they had earned the right to be called Elsa's parents, but sadly Agdar and Idunn were still her birth parents whether they liked it or not.

After a few minutes of silence, Gerda said to him, "could you try to talk to her tomorrow?"

"About this?" he asked, unsure if he should bombard Elsa with questions when she hadn't talked to him personally.

"About anything," she sighed. "Show her we are here for her. Let her know how much we care."

Elsa woke up in the early morning the following day. She turned in bed a few times as she tried to fall asleep once again but, as it was usual, her body refused to cooperate. This time around though, she couldn't really complain. She had gone to bed earlier than usual the previous day and thankfully she had been tired enough to sleep the whole night. Something she hadn't expected, given everything that had happened.

She shook her head a few times, trying to get rid of the intrusive thoughts that were already disturbing her. She couldn't get rid of the awful feeling of hurting Marshall, or the empty feeling in her chest whenever she remembered her conversation with her birth parents.

Thinking it was best to do something instead of staying in bed feeling sorry for herself, she sat down in bed ready to start her day. She looked at the alarm clock and noticed it was earlier than she'd imagined, but at least she knew it wouldn't take long for Kai or Gerda to wake up, especially if her father had to go to work. With a tired sigh, she got up and went straight to the kitchen. She guessed a cup of coffee could help her start her day with the right foot.

With a steaming cup of coffee in her hands, she walked out the back door and sat down on the steps of the veranda that looked at her parents' garden. The heavy rain had stopped during the night, but it was still drizzling. The falling rain could certainly help her stay calm and distract her from her turbulent mind.

She wasn't sure how long she had stayed outside watching the rain fall, when her father's voice called her attention.

"Hey, kiddo," he said, playfully.

"Dad, hi," Elsa said surprised, as she turned around to see him come out the back door. "It's been a while since you last called me that."

"You'll always be a kiddo to me," he said with a smile. "Did you fall out of bed?"

Elsa chuckled at Kai's antics. "I was well rested, I guess. I couldn't fall back asleep. Did I wake you up?"

"No. Don't worry. I usually wake up early." She watched him look around until he spotted the closest chair and moved it closer to where she was sitting. "Mind if I keep you company?"

Elsa shook her head. If she was honest, she was glad her father was willing to spend some time with her. She could use the company to help her keep her mind off her problems. The rain had stopped helping a long time before he showed up anyway. "There's coffee in the kitchen," she offered, knowing Kai loved a warm cup of coffee in the mornings as much as she did.

"Oh, that's good news," he said with a smile. "I'll be back in a minute."

True to his word, he showed up a few minutes later. He sat down in the chair and said, "how have you been?"

"Mmh?" Elsa had been lost in her own thoughts even as she watched him move around the veranda, and so she wasn't sure what he was saying.

"I haven't known much about your life lately."

"I'm fine, I guess."

"You guess?" he asked with a sad smile. "Your hand tells me otherwise. What did you do?"

The question reminded Elsa of the many times she'd tried to do things on her own when she first came to live with them. Back in the day, she had failed miserably at the simplest tasks around the house, and the question was one that Kai regularly asked her, in amusement as he watched her try and fail time after time. She smiled to herself at the memory. Kai had never been judgemental, on the contrary, the question was always followed by a 'let me help you', which soon turned into a useful lesson, and she ended up learning a new skill.

"I tried to fix a broken window." It wasn't completely true, but it wasn't a lie, either.

"The one in the small bedroom?"

Of course he'd remember. He was the one who always insisted she got it fixed. "Doing it on my own wasn't my brightest idea."

Kai chuckled and smiled at her. "Accidents happen. Did I ever tell you that I met your mother because I shot myself in the foot?"

"What?" She was certain she'd remember if he had. Especially knowing Kai was a really competent police officer.

Kai laughed at her astonished expression. "Remind me to tell you the whole story one of these days."

It was obvious he wanted to keep the conversation about her accident, and Elsa wasn't sure if she liked the idea.

"Did your mother have mercy on you?" he asked before she had the chance to ask him to tell the story at that moment. "She says she's a healer, but I think she became a nurse because she likes inflicting pain."

Elsa laughed, and she felt it was the first honest laugh she let out in the last two days. "Of course she did. She's the best."

"It's impossible to badmouth your mother in your presence. It's no fun," Kai said with a smile that told Elsa he was actually proud of her, and for a moment the whole inside her chest didn't feel so big.

Elsa returned the smile, and once again she thought about her life and how easy it could all have been if Kai and Gerda had been her real parents. Every bad memory, every heartache, could have been replaced by the warmth and love that characterised them. But sadly, life had dealt her all the wrong cards.

"Would you like to play chess? I haven't played in months."

Something told Elsa he'd read her like an open book right then and there, and he was only trying to find a way to erase the sadness written in her face.

"You're the only one who actually likes playing in this family besides me."

With a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, she agreed. "Sure."

Before she could offer her help. Kai had gone into the house to pick up the board game.

They played for several minutes in silence. Each of them lost in the game, thinking of their best strategy to beat the other. They didn't consider themselves particularly good, but their skills were on the same level after having played against each other more times than they could count. From the start, chess had been what had got them closer to each other. And, if Elsa was not mistaken, it had been the first thing Kai had taught her.

Once the game had found a more relaxed pace, in comparison to their always frantic starts; and they found themselves taking more time to think their next movement carefully, Elsa found the courage to ask him a question that had been on her mind since the day she came to live with them.

"Dad…" she said, calling his attention.

"Mmh?"

"Do you remember when we first met?"

"It's kind of hard to forget," he said sincerely. "I'm not going to lie though, if I had known you were going to end up being part of my life, I'd have paid more attention." He then moved his remaining bishop and gestured it was her turn.

Elsa analysed the board in front of her and once she made up her mind about her next movement, she said, "were you afraid of me at the time?"

"What?"

If he had tried to hide the surprise in his voice, he'd have done a terrible job. "I froze Gerda's hand when I was in the hospital. Were you afraid of me because of it?"

"I didn't believe it at first…" he said as he watched Elsa move one of her pawns.

"Didn't Gerda show you her hand?"

"She did," he admitted, as he tried to come up with a good step to take in the game. "I was convinced the lack of sleep was driving my wife crazy. I thought she had burnt her hand some other way and had dreamt the whole thing."

"What about the other doctors and policemen? They must have told you something."

Kai smiled and looked at her before he said, "I didn't believe my wife. What makes you think I was going to believe a bunch of policemen?"

"So you just denied it?"

"Pretty much, yes," he said, shrugging. "If I'm honest, till this day I find it hard to believe you're capable of doing what you do. It's hard to say what I thought about at the time. I guess I tried to come up with a logical explanation to what had happened." He picked up his bishop a second time, but gently tried to put it back in place. "Then I saw you do it and I didn't have a choice but to believe it."

"You touched the bishop," pointed Elsa. "And you didn't answer my question."

Kai sighed, knowing Elsa was right about both things. So, he picked the piece once again and moved it as he answered her question. "I wasn't afraid of you, Elsa."

"But—"

"Did I think you were unusual? Yes," he said before Elsa could retort or ask that question herself. "Was I afraid of you? No."

She stayed silent as she processed what he was saying and came up with a good way to protect her Queen. "Not at all?"

"You were nothing but skin and bones at the time. Finding out you had ice powers only helped me understand why a monster like Weselton was so obsessed with you. It helped me see why he had kept you hidden all those years."

Elsa tried not to flinch at the mention of Weselton, but she knew Kai probably noticed how it affected her nonetheless.

"But you, Elsa," continued Kai, not commenting about her reaction. "You were just a child. Children are not dangerous."

She stayed silent once again until she made up her mind. A small smile drew on her face when she found a way to put Kai in a difficult position. She moved her rook and said, "check."

She enjoyed Kai's surprise as he analysed the board in front of him, making sure she was not messing up with him. "What about now?" she asked, unsure if she wanted to hear his answer.

"Are you asking if I'm afraid of you now?" Kai laughed. "I'm more afraid of Gerda."

"I'm serious, Kai."

The fact she used his name called his attention and he looked her in the eye. "I've seen a good deal of dangerous people in my life…" He moved and gestured for her to continue as he said, "you're not one of them."

Without looking at the board twice, Elsa moved her Queen and called check once again.

"Except in this game of chess. Leave your father alone for two seconds, will you?" Without any other options left, he moved his King.

"Checkmate," called Elsa with a small smile.

Sighing at his mistake, he pushed his King down. "I wish you'd be as confident in life as you're in this game."

The comment surprised Elsa. Kai didn't often comment on her lack of confidence. And perhaps she'd exposed herself more than she intended with her questions.

"Don't let the snow cloud your judgement, Elsa. You're a good person," he said, offering her a reassuring smile. "Why did you ask?"

"Would you like to play another game?" she asked, hoping to avoid the question. She couldn't tell Kai she had frozen Marshall's hand. She couldn't admit out loud how terrified of losing Marshall — and her parents' trust — she was. She couldn't risk it. There were only five people in the world who cared about her. Five. If she lost Marshall, she'd be devastated, but she'd manage. Time would help her heal that wound. But there was no way she'd be able to keep going without Kai and Gerda's trust.

"Why did you ask?" repeated Kai, noticing how distressed she'd become.

Not knowing what to say, she shrugged. Her father would keep trying to get a better answer. But at least she could buy herself some time.

"If there's something you need to talk about, you know I'm always—"

The telephone ringing inside the house distracted him, allowing Elsa to breathe a sigh of relief.

"That'd better not be the police station. I'm not in the mood to go to the station this early in the morning. I'll get it," he said to her, even if she'd never picked up the phone in her parents' house.

Kai walked into the house ready to pick up the phone and tell the chief of the department he was not showing up early this time. He didn't care if he ended up walking the streets with the new recruits. He was tired of putting his work before his family. Elsa clearly needed help. Her downcast expression as soon as he saw her was all the proof he needed. Elsa rarely wore her heart on her sleeve. It wasn't easy to read her. But this time, all he could see was a sorrowful soul, and he wanted to be there for her — not inside an office that smelled like old coffee.

"Yes?" he asked as soon as he picked the phone. He hoped whoever was on the other side noticed his frustration.

"Dad! Hi!" Kristoff said on the other line. "I'm glad you answered."

"Is everything okay?" Kristoff never called this early. The few times he had, he'd been so sick he couldn't get out of the bed and he'd needed his mother's help.

"Yes," he said. But he soon regretted it. "Well, I hope so."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Marshall Hålkesen," he said. "Do you know him?"

It took Kai a few seconds to realise who Kristoff was talking about. "By name, yes. Why?"

"He's just called me."

"This early?"

"He says he's been trying to talk to Elsa but she won't answer her door. He says he hasn't heard from her since Saturday, after she asked him to leave or something. He stopped by her house several times yesterday."

He could hear the worry in his son's voice. And that's when he remembered Krisotff didn't help Elsa get home the previous day. "Kristoff, she's—"

"Look," Kristoff said, interrupting his father. He was talking faster than usual. "I know he has probably just missed her, but I can't help worrying. He sounded quite agitated."

"Kristoff—"

"I start work in half an hour. I can't go check on her. Could you?"

"Can I talk now?" Kai asked, hoping he had nothing else to say so he'd listen and stop worrying.

"Yes, sorry. I overslept and I'm in a kind of a hurry."

"Elsa's here. She's fine."

"Here as in… your house?"

"Yes."

"That's odd. She didn't call me to pick her up."

"She travelled on her own." Now that Kai thought about it, he had no idea how Elsa had got home. "She needed your mother's help with something."

"Is everything okay?"

Kai smiled, proud of Kristoff for knowing his sister so well. "Yes. Don't worry."

"Okay, then." He didn't seem to trust him, and Kai couldn't blame him. He was lying through his teeth right then and there after all.

"Tell Elsa to call Marshall, the guy is capable of breaking her door down."

"I suppose you're exaggerating," said Kai, not liking the idea of a violent man near his daughter. "But I'll let her know."

"You clearly don't know Marshall," laughed Kristoff. "Anyway, I've got to go. Tell mum I say 'hi.'" And with that the other line disconnected.

Kai remained where he was thinking about what his son had just told him. He was unsure how to feel about Halkessen. Thinking it was ridiculous to dwell on that while his daughter was waiting for him, he hung up the phone and walked out the house.

"Do you have to go to work?" came Elsa's question as soon as he sat down in front of her.

"Not yet," he said with a smile. "It was your brother. Your friend called him."

"My friend?" said Elsa barely over a whisper.

"Marshall, is it?" He felt bad using the cheap trick-questions he usually asked suspects at the police station with his daughter. But he wanted to see her reaction to the man's name.

To Kai's alarming surprise, Elsa didn't answer. Too stunned about the mention of Marshall's name to speak. A bad sign in Kai's opinion.

"He's worried about you — your friend," he clarified. "He couldn't find you at your place yesterday. Kristoff said you should call him."

Elsa nodded her head slowly, and then once again a bit faster. Kai wasn't sure if she was trying to convince him or herself that she should do it.

"Is everything okay, Elsa?" he dared ask. If there was something going on between them, now was Elsa's perfect time to tell him.

"Yes," she said, a lot more convincingly than he expected. "I'll call him later today. Another game?"

He looked at her for a moment, trying to give her some time to change her mind. After a few seconds in silence, he accepted. Maybe all Elsa needed right at that moment was a distraction.

At midday, Kai found himself in the kitchen, watching his wife cook, as he wondered if it was a good idea to tell Gerda about his worries. He had no reason to mistrust Elsa's friend after all.

Gerda had insisted the previous night that Elsa's sorrow had been directed to her birth family and her powers. She hadn't mentioned any other person. So, the chances of Halkesen being involved in his daughter's sadness were almost null. Maybe there was no point in bringing him up if they talked about Elsa once again.

"Mum, can I use the wireless phone?"

Elsa's question called Gerda's and his attention. The question itself wasn't strange. Elsa had always asked permission to use every single gadget in the house. It didn't matter how much they had insisted everything in the house belonged to her as much as the rest of the family. She always asked if they were around. Kai remembered considering a sweet gesture at the beginning. But, as the years went by, he began to notice it was more sad than sweet. Even after ten years, Elsa still felt like she had to walk on eggshells around them, as if using a stupid phone could make them stop loving her.

"Of course, dear," said Gerda with a sweet smile. There was a time she'd insisted there was no need for her to ask. But she had stopped trying a few years after he did.

Elsa smiled back to her mother, picked up the phone and walked out the back door to sit on the steps where she sat earlier that morning.

Kai knew who Elsa intended to call, and he couldn't help standing up and walking closer to the counter, nearer the window. He didn't imagine Elsa building up the courage to call her friend so soon. Something in her face that morning had told him she dreaded making that phone call.

But to his surprise, there she was. Maybe he had done the right thing by not telling Gerda about his intuition. Perhaps he had been mistaken and Halkesen was only a really good friend. He hoped that was the case.

He was about to walk back to his place when Elsa's voice called his attention once again. She was speaking louder than before, as if the person on the other line wasn't quite listening to her.

"I wasn't home, Marshmallow," she repeated for a second time.

She was still calling him by his pet name, and that made Kai breath out in relief. He thought it was best to stop prying and sat back down, when he heard another thing that called his attention.

"I'm okay. My hand's okay."

She remained silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry. I know it's not– I'm staying at my parents' house for a while."

She sounded a lot more discouraged than she had just a moment before.

"I don't want to talk about it right now."

Kai watched her run her hand through her hair over and over again as she listened. Elsa's back was to the window, so he couldn't see her face, but he was certain she might have been biting her lip to the point her lower lip started to bleed.

"Just give me a few days, please."

He then noticed that her leg kept bouncing and she couldn't keep the phone on one ear for more than two or three seconds. It didn't take a genius to realise how nervous she was.

"I don't know what you want me to say," he heard her say, even if her voice was muffled by the window pane. "I'm not ready to— Could you please keep this between us?"

At that moment, he knew his intuition had been right all along. Something had happened between them.

"You know where the spare key is."

There was no doubt Elsa still trusted the man. She was willingly giving him access to her house and Kai wasn't sure how to feel about it.

"Marshmallow…" The way she called his name, as well as the deep sadness in her voice, made Kai feel guilty for being eavesdropping. Elsa was talking to this man from the bottom of her heart, he knew that; but a part of him wanted to make sure the man on the other side was not hurting her. So he stayed put. "I'm sorry I—"

She stopped abruptly and looked at the phone in her hand to make sure the call hadn't disconnected. Once she checked the screen, she tried again, "Marshmallow? Marshall?"

It was clear Halkesen had hung up on her.

He watched his daughter put the phone to the side and run her hands through her hair several times. A moment after, she buried her face in her arms, trying in vain to hide her pain.

A part of Kai wanted to go out and hug her, but he knew it would make it obvious he had been listening in on her, and the last thing he wanted was to lose her trust.

"Help me with this, please. And stop listening in on Elsa," Gerda said, calling his attention.

She had been on the other side of the kitchen cooking, with her back turned to him. Up until that moment, he thought he had been discreet enough not to call her attention. But it was clear she had been aware of his whereabouts the whole time. He was glad she hadn't come closer to see what Elsa was doing. He was certain she wouldn't have had the restraint he had, and she'd have gone out to pull their daughter into her arms as soon as Elsa ended her call.

Hoping to give Elsa some deserved privacy, he obeyed his wife and started cutting some vegetables next to her. They worked in silence for a few minutes until Kai's curiosity forced him to ask Gerda a question that had been on his mind since early morning.

"Do you know anything about Jostein's grandson?"

"Jostein… the old logger from the North mountain?" she asked, unsure if they were talking about the same man. "The last time I heard from him he was six or seven years old. He was always running around and exploring the mountain. He used to run errands for us during the summer, remember?"

"I mean now. Do you know anything about him now? He is Elsa's friend, isn't he?"

"You mean Marshall?" Gerda turned to look at him, surprise written all over her face. "It cannot be. Jostein's grandson was this tiny little scamp. The man I met does not fit that description."

"We haven't seen him since he was seven, Gerda. Of course he's not going to look the same. When did you meet him?"

The glance his wife sent his way told him she knew the kid was a grown up man now. But she still didn't believe they were the same person. "We ran into each other the last time I visited Elsa. Are you sure Marshall is little Hålkesen?"

He nodded. As far as he knew only five Hålkesens lived in town. Two of them were brothers. They owned a bar in the outskirts of town and they were not related to Jostein in any way. Jostein had a sister who, as far as he knew, was still alive and living in the city. The same was true about his daughter. And little Hålkesen, he had lived with his mother for a few years until he moved back to his grandfather's cottage. "Didn't he recognise you?"

"I don't think so," said Gerda, trying to remember. "He was only a child when we used to spend our holidays at the cabin. Maybe he doesn't remember us. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious."

"And this curiosity came out of nowhere?" She raised an inquiring eyebrow.

"Elsa was on the phone with him," he admitted, knowing his wife was not going to let him off the hook.

"Stop eavesdropping." Her accusatory tone did nothing but fill him with shame.

"I'm not! I'm just—" He sighed, not knowing how to justify what he had been doing. "It doesn't matter."

"I know you worry about—" The backdoor closing interrupted Gerda and she turned around to look at Elsa.

Kai knew she was even more worried than he was. After all, she was the one who had been by Elsa's side when she broke down. So he waited in silence as she addressed her. To his surprise, she didn't ask anything about Elsa's sombre mood.

"Are you having lunch with us, Elsa? Food will be ready in about fifteen minutes."

"No, thanks," Elsa said with a forced smile.

"You skipped dinner last night, dear."

"I had breakfast earlier. Thank you, Gerda."

Kai looked at Gerda at the mention of her name and he realised she had understood Elsa's hidden plea for her not to insist. She simply nodded once and continued working while Elsa left the kitchen.

Once she was certain Elsa was out of earshot, she turned to him and said, "I worry she might stop taking care of herself. Did she have breakfast today?"

"Just a cup of coffee, for all I know."

"Did you talk to her today?"

"We played chess."

"Is that a yes?"

He wondered if playing a board game even counted. He hadn't tried to talk to her after Kristoff's call and they had only played a few more games before Elsa excused herself and went back inside the house. "Kind of. I tried. I'm not the best father out there. I never know how to ask questions without sounding like I'm interrogating a suspect."

"You're a good father, Kai," Gerda said, as she put her hand on top of his. "You show them you care in a different way, that's all."

Kai wanted to believe her. But, as his children grew older, he realised how much he depended on Gerda to know what to say or do around them.

Once again, I underestimated the amount of words this chapter would have and I had to cut it in half. For a moment I thought about posting an extremely long chapter, but that would mean I had to delay it for a few more days. And to be honest, I'd rather give you guys something to read in the meanwhile.

This story keeps growing and growing and I fear I can't make it any shorter. Whenever I sit down to write, I have all these things I want to tell and I can't make up my mind, so I end up writing everything down. Sorry about that.

This time, I felt it was time I gave Kai an opportunity to show the way he felt about his family. I feel as if I had given Gerda and the Arendelles more importance than him, but he is one of Elsa's pillars and he deserved some time to shine. I also needed to show Elsa from other people's perspective. A person's sorrow is not something they deal with alone, after all.

Anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter. It isn't filled with exciting scenes, but I needed something like this to move the story forward. I apologise in advance for any typos or thing that's out of place. I tried to edit this chapter as best as I could, but it's quite late right now. I'm sure something may have escaped my eye.

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it's never over - l.hughes

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2:22 seconds remained on the clock, the third period is headed to the end. heart is racing, nerves and stakes are too high. every michigan fan is on the edge of their seat; they know that their team can do this, y/n knows that luke can do it. holding onto her hand tightly, ellen watches with y/n as luke skates down the ice trying everything he can to block shots.

"cmon, I know you got it in you. michigan magic." y/n whispers, ellen's hand grips tighter when she sees the shot go in, the shot that luke barely missed. now it's 4-2, and only about 1:45 left. a commercial break pauses the game but doesn't break the tension on the ice.

"ellen---" y/n says in almost a whisper as they see luke skate back to the bench, trashcan in hand, head covered. "it's okay, he is doing it because he is nervous, probably didn't drink enough water -- that boy." ellen reassures y/n as she watches her boyfriend struggle through this third period.

"yeah, it is just hard watching it. nothing that I can do but sit here and ---" y/n's voice wavers and ellen brings her closer.

"it's okay honey, you're here and this is what matters. family matters, every hockey player wants their family in the stands to make them proud. luke needs you, he needs us here for him. you sitting here is doing more than enough for him. look." ellen calmed y/n as she got her attention back to the ice.

her boyfriend skates to the faceoff, looking up in the crowd for a split moment to try and find her. she waves, and he nods -- a short and sweet moment, just enough to know that she is there for him and that he knows she is right there when she needs him.

the music signals that the break is ending and the puck is to be in play, and all the emotions are back again.

----

luke knows how this goes, as he has been here before in this exact game spot, the year before. he knows the heartbreak, the struggle, the grief he is going to endure in the next few minutes when he hears that buzzer.

but two things were different this year; it was the end but it was truly the beginning --- because it is never over. y/n's sweet voice plays in his head as he gets ready to face off, he thinks of her singing this song in his car, praising (screaming obnoxiously to the classic rock) of her favorite jeff buckley song --- lover, you should've come over. he imagines her voice saying "it's never over" in his head, as he has done the whole game to keep him going.

in reality, after that buzzer hits -- his time at umich is over; but his hockey career is truly beginning. so yes, the grief and sadness he is probably going to endure after this whistle blows will be one of the hardest things of his life --- but it is different; he has his y/n to lean on.

----

the whistle blows and the remaining seconds of the period play out; ports is out of the goal, and michigan does everything they can to stop quinnipiac from scoring an empty netter. a player steals the puck back which causes luke to go after him, eddy gets in net ready to play makeshift goalie. y/n's breath hitches as she knows that the quinnipiac player will score as luke hooks him and eddy has an opening.

boom.

5-2 quinnipiac, nail in the metaphorical hockey coffin. a sigh comes from jim as he sees luke talking with the ref, defeated. luke got a penalty for hooking, meaning quinnipiac was on a powerplay for the rest of the game. he looked defeated while entering the penalty box, which caused jim, ellen & y/n to look at each other, knowing how their boy was going to really feel.

"I made a bet with jack that he wouldn't break his stick this year -- let's hope I win." y/n kindheartedly joked as jim laughed. "that penalty might have set him off so I wouldn't be surprised if jack won the bet, y/n."

"I have faith that he won't beat himself up too badly this year, he has a pretty amazing girl to lean on and now a new career start. y/n?" ellen questions at the end, causing y/n to get confused. "yes?"

"you're ready for jersey right?" ellen asked as y/n looks at her like she has grown 3 heads.

"ellen, I am not going with him --- no way." she says questionably. her and luke talked about it but it was never a plan.

"y/n, you two have known each other for years, I know that you guys finally started dating last year -- but I know luke wants you in jersey." ellen tells her as jim agrees.

----

the buzzer goes off which causes the conversation to be dropped as everyone rises out of their seats. half of the arena is full of cheerful quinnipiac and minnesota fans -- while the others are in denial about their seasons ending.

making their way to the locker room, y/n gets a glimpse of dylan, mackie and luke on the ice. defeat, just a look of sadness and shock on their faces. dylan looks and sees y/n in the tunnel, and just shakes his head. y/n reciprocates it but in a more "you did your best" type of head nod.

y/n and some of the families watched from the tunnel as the boys shook hands with each other. the boys led themselves back to the locker room, feeling the pain of the national title slip from their fingers once again. one of the last players off of michigan's side of the ice was indeed, a deflated luke hughes.

----

walking with his head down, helmet in hand --- luke couldn't even see who was waiting for him as he headed to the locker room. he just went to her, he could smell her perfume from a mile away. she opened her arms to her as he buried his neck into her shoulder. he didn't care who saw, he never did. he just cried, letting out the defeat into y/n's shoulder.

"it's never over baby, you still got a whole career left. I am so proud of you." y/n whispered into his neck as he nodded. his arms held her tighter as the shock factor went away. he was done with college hockey.

college hockey brought him some of his best friends/teammates and gave him the courage to finally ask y/n out on a date. without college hockey, he wouldn't be who he was today, and that's why his emotions are even higher than he would have thought.

after a few minutes, he pulled away and got a good look at his girl. his beautiful girlfriend was wearing his favorite maize jersey, looking like a total angel in this moment. she looked like she cried a few minutes ago, giving her the extra glowy effect. he was too lucky to have the best family, girlfriend, and career he could have.

grabbing her hands, he put them on his shoulders. "y/n, will you come with me? to new jersey?" he asked her softly as he watched as her eyes pooled with tears. she turns to look behind her, to find his parents looking at her, ellen nods and then she turns to him.

"always, wherever you go --- I want to come with you. I love you." she says, kissing him softly.

"good, I was hoping you didn't say no." luke says as they walk over to his parents, hand in hand.

he wasn't okay, but he knew that the grief was temporary.

michigan would always be there for him. it is home, well, a home. home was really where y/n was. all he wanted was to be with her and play hockey, but those michigan memories will be with him; those were the forever type of memories. as the university of michigan, yost arena, hockey house, and all of those friends, teammates, and memories were going to last forever. he also couldn't forget about those michigan summers, those summers on the lake with his friends and family are going to be something he can't wait for in the off-season.

forever type of memories.

they would never go away; even if it was over.

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #umich imagines #frozen four #1-800-iluvhockey fic #1-800-iluvhockey

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