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the-blue-fairie · 2 years

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Why Conversations about Anna’s Desperation Feel Unfair to Anna: Anna is Damned if she Does, Damned if she Doesn’t

I feel like a lot of the discourse around Anna’s actions in Frozen 2 is surprisingly unfair to Anna. The general consensus seems to be that Anna behaves increasingly desperately in her efforts to protect Elsa, and people who dislike Elsa use arguments like this to suggest that Elsa can be generally toxic (which feels unfair to Elsa and easily disprovable.) People who like Elsa, meanwhile, argue that Anna needs to give Elsa space to stand on her own and accept that she cannot always protect her.

In my opinion, both of these arguments feel misguided and, indeed, as unfair to Anna as they are to Elsa. The first is unfair to Anna because it paints Anna as a long-suffering victim of Elsa’s who cannot shape an identity outside of her sister. This is wrong because, as close as the sisters are, Anna still shapes an identity outside of Elsa. And the second is unfair to Anna because... Anna continually attempts to validate Elsa throughout Frozen 2. Moreover, saying that Anna needs to accept that she can’t always protect her only surviving relative when that relative is in a deeply dangerous situation feels... kind of sick, to be honest.

Yes, Anna makes mistakes and behaves more intensely than she should at certain points in Frozen 2 - but saying that someone who is under considerable emotional stress needs to be completely calm and rational feels misguided to me. Especially because, I would argue, Anna tries to be as rational and understanding as she can be, given the circumstances and given the information she knows about the situation the characters are in.

I have been talking with a friend on here with whom I somewhat disagree - and that friend has graciously allowed me to cite some of their points from our conversation in order to make a post about my own perspective.

One of the things they said was this:

“Yes, Elsa has communication issues, but Anna does as well. When Elsa is calm, and tells Anna how she feels, Anna almost always reacts negatively. Elsa explains that she trusts the voice, Anna immediately doubts and questions her before accepting her explanation. Then, whenever Elsa tries to take a moment to explore the forest or tame a spirit, Anna immediately puts herself in the way - Anna doesn’t trust her. I think you’re putting way too much fault with Elsa, but not willing to see that Anna is also at fault. Yes, Anna is justified, but her approach is not.

In other words - Anna needs to help guide Elsa because she is being reckless *Justified*

Anna reacts to this behavior by having big emotional outbursts, doubting everything Elsa does, and putting herself in harms way. *Not Justified*”

I want to tread carefully in my response because, in keeping with what my friend was saying, I DON’T want to put “way too much fault with Elsa.” This fandom has a bad habit of tearing one sister down when trying to defend the other - and I don’t want to fall into that trap.

BUT I also want to disagree with the way my friend frames Anna’s behavior.

I think my friend is putting too much fault on Anna when they boil her actions down to “having big emotional outbursts, doubting everything Elsa does, and putting herself in harm’s way.”

First of all, Anna doesn’t “doubt everything Elsa does” and the things she does express doubt or uncertainty about are usually justified by context.

Anna doesn’t know what the Voice is. Even Elsa doesn’t know what the Voice is. All Anna knows is that Elsa has been hearing a mysterious Voice and that Elsa didn’t tell her about it. That is, by nature, suspicious. And that this Voice inspired Elsa to awaken the spirits (whose motives Anna knows nothing about) and that this awakening causes Arendelle to be evacuated.

Moreover, Grand Pabbie, a character that the franchise treats as a beacon of wisdom who is knowledgeable about magic, takes Anna aside and warns Anna that Elsa’s magic might not be enough. Is Anna supposed to have faith in Elsa’s abilities when the Resident Magic Expert PLANTS ANOTHER SEED OF DOUBT into her mind? Surely, because of the positive way the franchise treats Pabbie as a font of wisdom, Anna should take his words to heart?

But here’s the thing: Even with all of Anna’s justifiable doubts and uncertainties, she STILL supports Elsa and does her best to validate Elsa.

Consider Anna’s words to Elsa in the ice boat scene:

“ANNA: Remember the song, go too far and you'll be drowned. Who will stop you from going too far?

ELSA: You said you believed in me, that this is what I was born to do.

ANNA: And I don't want to stop you from that. I, I don't want to stop you from being whatever you need to be. I just don't want you dying, trying to be everything for everyone else too.”

Now, my friend would be quick to argue that Anna saying, “Who will stop you from going too far?” invalidates Elsa.

BUT, in her very next sentence, Anna reaffirms that she doesn’t want to stop Elsa from being who she was born to be. She reaffirms that she DOES believe in Elsa and does support her.

It’s just that, Anna recognizes Elsa’s tendency to take the weight of the world on her shoulders, trying to be everything for everyone else. It is a pattern of behavior Elsa has had for years, thanks to her upbringing - and Anna is in the right to call it into question.

Also, Anna is justified to be scared of Elsa dying. Because Pabbie himself has questioned the limits of Elsa’s powers in this scenario. Because, as my friend says outright, Elsa is behaving recklessly.

In this conversation, Anna is doing all she can to remain balanced and be the voice of reason. She wants to caution Elsa not to harm herself for the sake of others, but she also wants Elsa to be able to be who she was born to be.

These words show Anna going out of her way to cover all the bases. To discuss Elsa’s issues while at the same time affirming Elsa’s desires and aspirations.

To judge Anna for inadvertently invalidating Elsa when Anna is doing all she can in the conversation to support her... feels unfair to me.

Yes, Anna is desperate across Frozen 2. Yes, she makes mistakes. But she is like this because she is in an environment that she has never been in before, an environment she is justified to be suspicious of because there are aspects of it that are, given all the evidence at hand, demonstrably insidious and threatening. A wall of mist that traps people within its confines for longer than she has been alive. A kind of magic and forces that she has no frame of reference for understanding - and who, Pabbie, the Resident Magic Expert, also behaves cautiously about. Comments from Elsa that she trusts the Voice which, to Anna’s credit, she listens to, but when Elsa doesn’t give further details about why she feels this trust, it’s natural for Anna to be uncertain.

People can say, “Well, Anna puts herself in harm’s way because she’s behaving so desperately,” but she wouldn’t be as desperate if an authority figure like Pabbie hadn’t cautioned her; if Elsa wasn’t throwing herself into harm’s way in a dangerous environment (something we are just supposed to accept because of Elsa’s magical abilities - even though the film’s Wise Troll casts doubt on Elsa’s magical abilities in this context and Anna doesn’t know whether the magic calling to Elsa is truly like Elsa’s own or threatening - like the mist appears to be that imprisons the Northuldra along with the Arendellian soldiery); and if Elsa had been more clearly communicative with her.

Anna even cites her mother’s lullaby as a means to caution Elsa, showing that her uncertainty is not merely resistance to change/to this new environment/Arendellian xenophobia. Anna learns her mother was Northuldra and she is overjoyed. She brings together her own perspective and the perspective of the Northuldra - a culture well-attuned to magic who nonetheless weave a warning into their song about “going too far.”

I don’t mean to argue that Anna is justified in every single decision that she makes across the film, but I would argue that Anna is largely more rational than people portray her as.

And this brings me back to the title of my post: “Anna is damned if she does, damned if she doesn’t.” Because, when Anna puts an intense amount of faith in Elsa, people judge her for that and say it shows her unhealthy connection with her sister. But, when Anna expresses her disagreements with Elsa in Frozen 2 - in an emotionally tense period when Anna has every right to feel fraught - people judge her for that as well.

Indeed, the film’s narrative seems to judge Anna for her desperation and, because of that, I guess I can’t blame people for saying, “The lesson Anna needs to learn is to accept change and take a step back.”

But... here’s another thing, if I may take a page out of my friend’s book for a moment:

Anna needs to accept change and the things she cannot change? *A valid lesson for a film. Justified*

Anna needs to accept change when she and her loved ones are going into a dangerous environment where none of them know the answers and they all have to be on guard for their own safety - AND her only surviving relative is throwing herself into suicidally dangerous situations - AND the wise mentor figure of the franchise tells Anna to watch out for her sister? *Not justified. No one needs to accept change if they’re in a situation where “change” means their loved ones could die and their deaths could be preventable. Furthermore, Anna actually proves receptive to supporting Elsa and doesn’t want to hold her back.*

If you tell someone, “Yes, I know your parents already died and that was traumatic for you, and your only surviving family member could die as well - but have you considered you should accept change?” that would sound... a little callous, when you put it like that.

God forbid someone be scared in that situation. God forbid they be stressed.

The film is trying to interweave two things that are similar in some respects, but which still have distinct differences, into one thematic whole.

I understand the things the writers were aiming for in Frozen 2. It’s just their goals run afoul of the scenarios they actually wrote.

Anna is doing so much in this movie to process the warning signs around her, to be perceptive while at the same time not being hurtful to Elsa, AND to express her own perspectives. Yes, at times her behavior is desperate, but even with that, she still does her best to voice her perspective carefully and compassionately. Far from being too narrow in her thinking because she doesn’t want to accept change, Anna expresses a wide variety of thought when discussing matters with Elsa, showing her emotional maturity even in the face of a stressful situation, even in the face of the trauma she endured in her childhood.

And yes, sometimes the stress gets to her. Sometimes, she’s “imperfect” in her handling. But when Anna’s emotions spike and she behaves desperately in Frozen 2, it’s because the situation drives her to do it. The circumstances put her - and, indeed, put Elsa - in an experience where it is natural to have heightened emotions.

But people like to play up Anna’s desperation because it suits their readings of the text - regardless of what the text actually says.

As I mentioned at the start, people who dislike Elsa can say, “Anna behaves desperately trying to protect Elsa, showing us that the snow sisters bond is toxic/that Anna unhealthily clings to Elsa/that Elsa is a bad person who does not have Anna’s emotional wellbeing at heart and Anna needs to move forward from her.” Arguments like these are obviously wrong because they betray the arguers’ biases against the character of Elsa. And while these arguments may correctly identify certain elements of Anna’s arc in F2, they distort those elements to suit their purposes or fail to address how those elements don’t come together coherently within the finished film.

Meanwhile, people who like Frozen 2 and appreciate Elsa can say, “Anna behaves desperately, showing us that she needs to move forward and accept change.” They want to defend the film and feel they can point to the intentions of the filmmakers. And I am happy they want to defend the film, happy to call many of these people my friends because I know them to be kind and understanding people. The friend I’ve been discussing in this post, who approaches the film from this angle, is one of the loveliest people I know. But these people can sometimes be so focused on defending the film that they ignore when the film falters in conveying its intent.

And (in the case of my friend, at least) they can make deeply uncomfortable statements trying to defend Anna’s arc. Judging Anna for doubting Elsa in this situation feels, as I’ve said before, very unfair to me. Anna clearly has incredible faith in Elsa, but also has the perceptiveness and rationality to tell when Elsa is being reckless. Far from descending into an irrationally panicked state, Anna clearly points out aspects of the situation that Elsa - in her own sympathetic state of tension - is disregarding. Judging Anna for the tension in her voice feels unfair to me. It polices Anna’s tone. It seems to say, “Although you have been trying to keep a composed tone throughout this journey, we’ll judge you if you betray any sense of the stress you are under.” There’s an implication there that, “You’re not allowed to be stressed, even in a situation that builds stress. Your stress is a mistake. It doesn’t matter that a wise authority like Pabbie gave you reason to be stressed. It doesn’t matter if the circumstances around you also give you reason. You should have been calmer.”

It frames Anna’s stress as part of Anna’s own character flaws, something in her nature that she must overcome by the end of the film, and therefore conveniently ignores the nuances of both Anna’s emotions and the outside forces influencing her actions.

It holds Anna to impossibly high standards.

Standards that seem to shift, I might add. If she’s incredibly fixated on Elsa’s safety (and again, NOT irrationally - even Pabbie, who the series treats as a wise mentor, worries about this and entrusts his worries with Anna, putting another weight on her shoulders), that’s bad. But if she critiques Elsa, that’s... also bad. Damned if she does, damned if she doesn’t.

*sighs*

I’ve held off posting this for several days now because I’ve been anxious about backlash from different circles.

But I have my friend’s permission to post this. They’ve supported me in the writing of this post - even if it’s inspired by disagreement with them.

Moreover, I feel this post can have a positive impact. I mean this post to be a defense of both Anna and Elsa. It’s a defense of Anna because it supports Anna’s perspective across the film and asks viewers to re-examine their own biases in how they discuss her. It’s also a defense of Elsa because it criticizes anti-Elsa people who exaggerate Elsa’s actions to demonize her.

Thank you.

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bigfrozenfan-fanfics · 3 years

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Chapter 02 - The plan

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Honeymaren stepped outside and quietly walked away from the kota, leaving the two alone. This was a deeply private moment, she felt instinctively. When she raised her head and looked around, she saw only sad faces and bowed heads. Yelana stood nearby and gently took her in her arms as she passed, knowing that Elsa was also very close to Honeymaren's heart.

The sun had set a few minutes ago and the first campfires were lit in the village. No stars had been seen in the sky above the Enchanted Forest for more than thirty-four years. But now the first of them appeared in the rapidly darkening firmament, and many of the Northuldra stared up in awe. Even though it had been a while since the magical fog had disappeared around the forest, it was a miracle for most of them to experience it.

It had become very quiet now and except for Kristoff and the others from Arendelle, nobody was standing in front of the kota anymore. No one spoke a word, not even Olaf. Then sobbing from inside could be heard and the flap of the hut opened. Anna stepped outside with her head down, tears in her eyes. Kristoff rushed towards her and gently put his arm around her shoulders. He felt her body tremble and wondered what was really wrong with Elsa. No one had told him anything, no one knew more.

Anna raised her head and looked into his eyes. Then she began to speak in a fragile voice and the others curiously came a bit closer. “Elsa is ... she ... ”, she broke off and began to sob again. “Kristoff, my sister has ... she didn't recognize me! She doesn't know who I am! She ... I talked to her, told her about me and Arendelle, about our parents, about Olaf, about all of us and about our experiences here in the forest too. The Spirits and Bruni, who she liked so much. Even about Ahtohallan and who she was afterwards, who we both were. The bridge. Of the fact that together we both freed the forest and the Northuldra, that she made me Queen of Arendelle.” She paused and took a deep breath. “Kristoff, she doesn't know anything anymore. Nothing at all! She ... she's forgotten all of us ... including me.”

Then Anna just couldn't take it anymore and collapsed. Anna slipped out of his grip to fall to the floor in front of him and screamed, “Elsa!”

She began to cry unrestrainedly and her body shook with helpless sorrow. Kristoff immediately knelt beside her and tried to comfort her in some way. Mattias watched helplessly as his queen let it all out. Halima took his hand and sobbed. Many Northuldra had rushed by the noise and watched in dismay. Olaf looked sadly over from Anna to the kota. He could not understand what was going on. Then he made a decision, walked towards the entrance of the hut and entered the inside.

It lasted only a few moments then a scream came out of the kota. “Ahhh ... get out! Help me! Get this thing out of here! Don't touch me! Get away! Get out of here!”

All heads went around startled and even Anna stared at the hut in disbelief. Seconds later the entrance opened and Olaf came out backwards. He turned around with his head down, walked a few steps and abruptly dropped to the ground. Then he started to move his body slowly back and forth. Over and over again.

Snowmen can't cry but with Olaf everyone had the impression he did now.

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Anna grabbed Kristoff's hand and he helped her to rise. Then she went over to Olaf and took him in her arms. He needed comfort now, more than ever, and she hoped a warm hug from his best friend would help him. At first he did not react. His pain was just too great. Then he nestled his head on Anna's shoulder and began to speak softly.

“I don't understand this, Anna. How can Mom forget me? She's never yelled at me before.”

Again tears began to stream down Anna's face and she squeezed her eyes shut, hugging Olaf a little tighter. Olaf had never called Elsa that before! But he was right. Elsa had never yelled at anyone before. Never! Something had changed her. It wasn't just her memory loss or the fact that her skin was so unusually warm. It was almost as if she had become a different person.

Mattias gently squeezed Kristoff's shoulder and pulled him aside. “Let's leave the two of them alone and calm down a bit first. We need to talk.”

Kristoff nodded and they sat down together with Halima at the next campfire. “How could all this have happened. What can we do?” Kristoff looked at both of them for help.

Mattias hadn't known Elsa and the others for very long, so he was the only one in the group who could see the events emotionally at a distance and remained calm and composed. Not least because of his age and his background.

“I experienced something similar once before, with a soldier with a severe head injury. He couldn't remember anything afterwards, not even his own name. It took a very long time and was a difficult healing process, but little by little his memories came back.”

Kristoff started to answer when Yelana came out of the darkness to her crackling fire and sat down between him and Mattias. Everyone looked at her eagerly.

“You want answers and you are seeking for a solution. Unfortunately I cannot give you one. Even our healer has never experienced such a thing and is at the end of her abilities. But I can tell you what happened before you arrived.” And so she told them everything she knew and left out no detail, including the disappearance of the spirits and that Elsa's magic was apparently gone as well.

“We must take Elsa back to Arendelle. The more things she sees there from her past, the sooner her memories will hopefully return,” Mattias noted at the end of Yelana's report. “However, we should be careful that as few people as possible become aware of this. This whole thing could leave us vulnerable if details get out beyond Arendelle's borders.”

“Vulnerable?” wondered Kristoff.

Mattias looked at him with a serious look, “Elsa's magic and her status as Fifth Spirit. If it became known that she no longer possessed either, then ...”, he left the sentence open.

Kristoff couldn't imagine exactly what Mattias was thinking about, but nodded slowly. It was probably best to keep everything as secret as possible for now.

“I will ride back to Arendelle with Halima in the early morning and bring back a few reliable men and an inconspicuous means of transport. I will think of a reason for this and also bring a suitable disguise for Elsa. There's nothing we can do at the moment, so perhaps we should get some sleep.” At this, he looked questioningly at Yelana.

“I have already made sure that everything is prepared. The two kotas over there will be at your disposal for the next few days.” she replied and pointed in that direction.

Finally they all rose together and Kristoff looked over to Anna who was still cradling Olaf in her arms.

“Oh Anna!” he whispered and slowly walked over to her.

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Kristoff didn't seem to mind when she turned to him, and he just closed the flap behind him with a motionless expression.

“Can you ... ,” she asked and nodded towards the entrance.

He raised his eyebrows, but then understood. “Uh ... yes of course. Sorry, I hadn't thought of that.” He fastened the flap to the outer sling and then came back in. A gentle night breeze blew through the inside and let Anna breathe a sigh of relief.

He let her choose one of the beds and Anna sat down on the front edge of one of them. Olaf pulled down one of the furs and lay wordlessly at the foot end. Anna looked over at Kristoff, who stood there undecidedly. Finally he sat down opposite her. For a moment there was an uncomfortable silence.

Then Anna said softly, “Remember when we talked about my past as a child?” He confirmed with a nod.

She let out a long sigh, “Well, I thought of that because of the similar situation with Elsa now and that I still can't remember by myself what happened to me that night when Grand Pabbie simply took away my childhood memories with Elsa's magic. Elsa told me everything a few years ago and helped me to visualize it. For that, I am infinitely grateful to her.”

Kristoff nodded, “Yes, I understand very well what you mean. I remember that it was pure coincidence that I followed this ice track that one of your parents' horses pulled behind it and that I was hidden behind a rock when I watched everything. I mean, I grew up with the trolls, but I had never seen this ability with Grand Pabbie before or known about it. To witness what he did with you and to see his visions about Elsa scared me a lot.” Kristoff was caught up in his memories for a moment. Then he shook his head. “But let's stop thinking about it. We better should go to sleep now.”

Anna quietly agreed, “Yes, you're certainly right. Let's better go to sleep.”

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Kristoff lay awake for a long time, pondering her words and today's events. Pale moonlight flooded in from above and enveloped the kota in a diffuse light. Anna had a restless sleep as he could tell by the creaking of the bed. He looked over to her. Anna rolled back and forth, her breath went in jerks, her body twitched in her dream. Then she screamed out loud. Kristoff jumped out of bed and hurried to her.

“Anna!” He wiped away a tear with his thumb and stroked her cheek. She woke up, still breathing heavily, and looked at him.

“Please stay with me tonight,” she whispered and moved aside a little. He hesitated a moment, but then lay down next to her gently. Anna snuggled up against him.

“Thank you,” she breathed.

“Sorry to wake you, but you had a bad dream and you even screamed.”

Anna hesitated a bit before answering him, “I dreamed about the cave. Where Olaf had dissolved in my arms. At that moment I believed ... I knew that Elsa hadn't made it, that she had gone too far. Everyone I loved had left me. I felt so lost, Kristoff. I don't know where I found the strength to get back up again. Honestly, nothing was the same anymore. I was so alone. It felt like I was the last person in this now-desolate world.” She paused, and Kristoff heard more than he saw in the dark, that she was crying again. “The way Elsa is now, it feels worse for me, as if she had died!” Kristoff swallowed hard. He was afraid of the next two days and how they would change his Anna.

“My bright star has gone. I have lost her,” she mumbled softly after a few moments before falling asleep again.

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The next morning brought light rain and it had become quite cool. The sky showed grey clouds and the usually so friendly looking forest lay in grey shadows. The camp was quiet and not many of the Northuldra were on their way yet. Mattias was just about to saddle the horses when Kristoff, Anna and Olaf stepped out of the kota. Halima stood next to him and they talked quietly together.

Anna immediately cast an uncertain glance over to Elsa's cabin, while Kristoff walked over to the two as soon as he noticed them.

“Good morning, General ... Halima,” he said and nodded to them.

“Well, it could be a little better, Kristoff,” Mattias replied with a grin and wiped the raindrops from his face with one hand while holding the reins of the two horses with the other one.

“Morning, Kristoff. How is Queen Anna doing?” asked Halima and looked over to her.

“She's fine, but her sleep was restless,” Kristoff replied. All three looked over to her now and Mattias noticed the direction in which she still was looking.

“Take good care of our queen, Kristoff. All this has taken quite a toll on her and she now needs rest and someone to comfort her with attention. I'm convinced, you are the best man for that.”

“This of course is, General Mattias, thank you. Take good care of yourself on the way back. I'll see you in about two days.”

Mattias gave Kristoff a friendly slap on the shoulder. “We will. We'll hurry.” Then he helped Halima into the saddle and led both horses over to Anna and Olaf. He bowed respectfully to Anna. Halima did the same from the top of the horse. Anna looked at them and the horses in astonishment.

“You are leaving us already?”

“Good morning, Your Majesty, excuse our behaviour, but yes, we don't want to lose any time and want to be back here as soon as possible. Last night we all agreed that we want to bring Elsa back to Arendelle. Unfortunately there's not much we can do for her here now, but the doctors at home will surely find a solution. Kristoff knows all the details of our plan. Rest now, and don't grieve. Kristoff, Yelana and Honeymaren will take care of everything you need. Please do not worry. We'll be back in two days.”

Anna nodded wordlessly and he got on his horse in relief, turning it towards the big clearing. Then they both rode off, waving goodbye one last time. Kristoff stepped beside Anna, put an arm around her and they watched the horses disappear between the trees.

“It's gonna be all right, Anna.”

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spicylove4ever · 4 years

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My thoughts while watching Frozen II

Spoilers ahead!

Anna and Elsa playing with a snow forest like my sister and I did with Lego.

All is Found sounds really neat, but the “drowning” part gave me chills. Is like telling children the Red Riding Hood version where the granny gets killed and the wolf makes steaks with her flesh and wine with her blood and gives it to the grand-daughter.

Story-time with dad! The spirits coexisted that way with the Sami people? Cute. Kind of weird watching the Nokk acting like that after all the trailers where it tries to kill Elsa.

Whoa, all went to hell in one minute. And then, of course Agnar can’t recall very well what happened because he got hit in the head.

So he and Iduna were the only ones who managed to get out of the forest before the mist arrived? Sad.

That was the very night when the snowman incident happened?!

My headcanon of Elsa freezing something by being startled by someone on behind is true!

Cheesy song... but it sounds like the “enjoy your happiness because everything is about to change” song.

Charades night exactly as the leaks told it is with the gorgeous slap to Hans.

I watched a leak of Into the Unknown, but watching it on the theatre... I cried.

Wait a minute, the book said Elsa and Anna exchanged a look when the crystals appeared, it’s NOT happening! Of course not, since they weren’t on any of each’s range of vision.

So they managed to pick up some luggage before running from Arendelle. Just two seconds of footage which helped a little the plot of how did the people managed while the girls were gone.

Elsa has magical sensations about the magical stuff is happening.

So what Grand Pabbie does is divination? Hey! Where is the “magic is very alluring part”?

Olaf driving the gang mad on the trip like Donkey on Shrek 2. XD

Anna wanted to smooch but it ended on the clumpsy entrance for proposal.

The wagon didn’t get destroyed!

Ok, they are looked in the forest too, but they are like, ok, we just have to fix this, we will get out anyway.

Olaf lost in the woods, gets found on A TORNADO. Sorry, didn’t like the song.

Visions on the raging wind before calming down Gale.

WATER HAS MEMORY, Olaf makes Elsa disgusted (hey, dude who said that she’s supposed to have more stomach since she’s going to live in the woods, Olaf made Sven puke too!)

Sami people and Arendelle soldiers can’t seem to stop fighting and when they learn the visitors are from Arendelle Mattias was like “Ha! You’re gonna get down!” but they are like “you all need to calm down!”

Olaf telling stories and Mattias being us when we watched (even with the shock part about the southern jerk).

BRUNI ARRIVES. Elsa gets to action in a second. Everyone into action except Anna who trows herself into danger and almost gets killed by the smoke.

Bruni face revealed and his angry face looked fantastic to me. They put the difference of temperature on the movie (Elsa’s cold hand and Bruni’s hot feet)!

Sami give the welcome to the sisters with FREAKING VUELIE. It looked to me like the directors went like “you guys wanted Vuelie to fit more? There you have”.

Kristoff making friends. X3

The giants pass by and Elsa is like, “they could be here again since they are looking for me, we should leave now”. They couldn’t take Kristoff with them because he went to practise how to propose.

Yelana’s face on the failed proposal. LOLOLOLOLOL

Wrecked ship looked gorgeus! Also, very sad part with the predicted stuff by OUAT.

Elsa: you can’t go with me in this part, it’s too dangerous! Anna didn’t listen so she tries to go after her and she and Olaf got stuck in a cave by trying to reach for Elsa. Interesting methafor.

DARK SEA. Elsa was right, she couldn’t bring Anna on that part.

The footage didn’t show a long fight, but the jump-cuts do tell that Elsa probably spend a long time (maybe FREAKING HOURS) fighting a horse who tried to drown her all the time. Goosebumps.

The GLACIER. Elsa walking in and making the inside look more tidy and as gorgeus as those ice hotels.

“SHOW YOURSELF” CLIMAX!!!!!!!! EPIC

Snow statues memories. Elsa ashamed by her Let it Go moment, and touched by her parents’ romance and her “ew” with Hans and shattering it XD.

The grandfather’s memory. Elsa dissapointed at him because he was a jerk. When the dark part of the memory comes, it goes to the dark pit, Elsa following it to know what did he do, an echo of “not too far or you’ll be drown” warning her. To know the dark memory brings a risk. Elsa jumps into the pit of dark memories because SHE NEEDS TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED IN ORDER TO KNOW HOW TO FIX EVERYTHING.

Elsa FREEZES while sending the message..... like... as if, since she is an spirit too, the curse her grandfather brought is getting her as well. The other spirts went rogue, she gets what is her thing against her.

When Anna and Olaf are getting to an exit, Elsa’s message arrives. And then Olaf starts vanishing (it didn’t look that much as vanishing to me, it wasn’t even getting parts of him appart, just snowflakes going into the air).

Anna DEVASTATED. TT_TT

Anna going to the giants to destroy the dam in “Fuck it” mode. EPIC. I didn’t like her dependent behavior before this part the movie, but this was GREAT, she growed a pair. Mattias being reasonable since he wanted to end the problem and knowing there was a problem. Nice. I like you Mattias.

Dam destroyed = all spirts are free of the curse, including Elsa.

Arendelle being saved by Elsa. I thought she was going to freeze the water and vanish it, but she used a giant wall.

ELSA AND ANNA REUNITE. Cried a third time.

Kristoff leaves the complicated plans and just proposes to Anna. So beautiful. Keep crying.

Bruni is so cute....

Anna is the new queen! It makes sense to me, since she looks closer to the people than Elsa, she even jumped ahead to give orders before Elsa.

Mattias reunited with his crush!!! X3 Photography has arrived? Then it must be over 1839, since firsts photographs on Norway were on those times. And no, that doesn’t still give credibility to the theory of Tarzan being the brother of the sisters, because, as you remember, Agnar and Iduna died on the sea ON THE NORTH, and Tarzan’s parents made it to a coast close to Africa.

Somebody said the Sami went to Arendelle and Elsa and the other spirtis were the only ones on the forest. Wrong.

Seems like Elsa lives on a glacier. NEAT. Who else can say they live on a Petra-like icy palace with hints of ice hotels design with a lethal basement?

Anna’s queen gown was originally made for her coronation, but the time shown there is NOT her coronation. Is the ceremony when they show up the statue of the parents. They cut that stuff so the final thing would be the way it is (and I love it). That means Elsa didn’t miss her sister’s coronation. Also, is canon she visits her sister often and that they stay in touch.

Honeymaren and Elsa. No clues of any romance. She has a more significant relationship with the horse or Bruni. Still, I believe she came to save the fandom of incest and toxic relationships.

To sum up: I LOVED THE MOVIE.

#frozen 2 spoilers #frozen 2 #frozen elsa #frozen 2 elsa #frozen 2 anna #frozen anna #kristoff #olaf #thoughts of the movie #loved it #goosebumps #so happy that jerk didn't show up #i was right #i cried #several times #frozen ii

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bigfrozenfan · 4 years

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Frozen III plot / fanfic - part 2

I couldn't get my little ficlet out of my head and after reading the comments I couldn't just leave it there. It didn't take long until I realized how to go on and then one idea after another came up. I have to admit that writing was difficult for me in places, not only because I am untrained in it, but also because I had to interrupt again and again, because of the feelings with my own writing! My thoughts are already so deep in this story that I could do nothing else but continue writing by myself. All this just had to be out.

I hope you like it and I apologize in advance. You'll see...

Once again big thanks to fericita-s for pointing out to some discrepancies in my text and for her advice.

Honeymaren left the Kota quietly to leave the two alone. This was a deeply private moment, she felt that instinctively. When she stepped outside she looked around and saw only sad faces and bowed heads in front of her. Yelana stood very close and took her in her arms, because she knew that Elsa was also very close to Honeymaren's heart.

The sun had set a few minutes ago and the first campfires were lit in the village. For more than thirty-four years no stars could be seen in the sky above the Enchanted Forest. But now the first of them appeared in the rapidly darkening firmament, and many of the Northuldra stared up in awe. Even though it had been a while since the magical fog had disappeared from the forest, it was a miracle for most of them to experience it.

It had become very quiet now and except for Kristoff and the others from Arendelle, nobody was standing in front of the Kota anymore. No one spoke a word, not even Olaf. Then one could hear sobbing from inside and the flap of the low building opened. Anna stepped outside with her head down, tears in her eyes. Kristoff rushed towards her and gently put his arm around her shoulders. He felt her body tremble and wondered what was really wrong with Elsa. No one had told him anything, no one knew more.

Anna raised her head and looked into his eyes. Then she began to speak in a fragile voice and the others curiously came closer. "Elsa is... she...", she broke off and began to sob again. "Kristoff, my sister has... she didn't recognize me! She doesn't know who I am anymore! She...I talked to her, told her about me and Arendelle, about our parents, about Olaf, about all of us and about our experiences here in the forest. The Spirits and Bruni, who she liked so much. Even about Ahtohallan and who she was afterwards, who we both were. The bridge. Of the fact that together we both freed the forest and the Northuldra, that she made me Queen of Arendelle." She paused and took a deep breath. "Kristoff, she doesn't know anything anymore. Nothing at all anymore! She...she's forgotten everything, all of us...including me."

Then Anna just couldn't take it anymore and collapsed. Anna slipped out of his grip to fall to the floor in front of him and screamed. "Elsaaa!" She began to cry unrestrainedly and her body shook with helpless sorrow. Kristoff knelt beside her and tried to comfort her in some way. Mattias watched helplessly as his queen let it all out. Halima took his hand and sobbed. Many Northuldra had rushed by the noise and watched in dismay. Olaf looked sadly over from Anna to the Kota. He could not understand what was going on. Then he made a decision, walked towards the entrance of the Kota and entered the inside.

It lasted only a few moments then one could hear a scream from the Kota. "Ahhh...get out! Help me! Get this thing out of here! Don't touch me! Get away! Get out of here!" All heads moved around in horror and even Anna stared at the hut in disbelief. Then the entrance opened and Olaf came out backwards. Suddenly there was a silence in the village. Olaf turned around with his head lowered, walked a few steps and suddenly sat down on the floor. Then he started to move his body slowly back and forth. Over and over and over again. Snowmen can't cry but with Olaf everyone had the impression he did now.

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Anna grabbed Kristoff's hand and pulled herself up. Then she went over to Olaf and took him in her arms. He needed comfort now, more than ever, and she hoped a warm hug from his best friend would help him. At first he did not react. His pain was just too great. Then he nestled his head on Anna's shoulder and began to speak softly. "I don't understand this. How can Mom forget me? She's never yelled at me before." Again the tears flowed over Anna's face and she squeezed her eyes, pressing Olaf a little tighter. Olaf had never called Elsa that before! But he was right. Elsa had never yelled at anyone before. Something had changed her. It wasn't just her memory loss or the fact that her skin was so unusually warm. It was almost as if she had become a different person.

Mattias gently squeezed Kristoff's shoulder and pulled him aside. "Let's leave the two of them alone and calm down a bit first. We need to talk." Kristoff nodded and they sat down together with Halima at the next campfire.

"How could all this have happened. What can we do?" Kristoff looked at Mattias and Halima hoping for help. Mattias hadn't known Elsa and the others for very long, so he was the only one in the group who could see the events emotionally at a distance and remained calm and composed. Not least because of his age and his background.

"I experienced something similar once before, with a soldier with a severe head injury. He couldn't remember anything afterwards, not even his own name. It took a very long time and was a difficult healing process, but little by little his memories came back."

Kristoff started to answer when Yelana came out of the darkness to her crackling fire and sat down between him and Mattias. Everyone looked at her eagerly.

"You want answers and you are looking for a solution. Unfortunately I cannot give you one. Even our healer has never experienced such a thing and is at the end of her abilities. But I can tell you what happened before you arrived." And so she told them everything she knew and left out no detail, including the disappearance of the spirits and that Elsa's magic was apparently gone as well.

"We must take Elsa back to Arendelle. The more things she sees there from her past, the sooner her memories will hopefully return," Mattias noted at the end of Yelana's report. "However, we should be careful that as few people as possible become aware of this. This whole thing could leave us vulnerable if details get out beyond Arendelle's borders."

"Vulnerable?" asked Kristoff.

Mattias looked at him with a serious look, "Elsa's magic and her status as Fifth Spirit. If it became known that she no longer possessed either ...", he left the sentence open. Kristoff couldn't imagine exactly what Mattias was thinking about, but nodded. It was probably best to keep everything as secret as possible for now. "I will ride back to Arendelle with Halima in the early morning hours and bring back a few reliable men and an inconspicuous means of transport. I will think of a reason for this and also bring a suitable disguise for Elsa. There's nothing we can do at the moment, so perhaps we should get some sleep." He looked at Yelana.

"I have already made sure that everything is prepared. The two kotas over there will be at your disposal for the next few days." she replied and pointed in that direction.

Finally they all rose together and Kristoff looked over to Anna who was still cradling Olaf in her arms. "Oh Anna!" he whispered and slowly walked over to her.

***

Kristoff managed with a lot of feeling and gentle words to get Anna and Olaf to go to one of the provided kotas for the night. He opened the flap and held it open for them. Inside the kota there were two very comfortable looking beds, which were covered with plenty of furs. Anna had to pull up her nose involuntarily when she entered and an intense reindeer smell hit her. She was used to Kristoff's odor, but this was different and almost took her breath away at first. Kristoff didn't seem to mind when she turned to him, and he just closed the flap behind him with a motionless expression. "Can you..." she asked and nodded towards the entrance. He raised his eyebrows, but then understood.

"Uh...yes of course. Sorry, I hadn't thought of that." He fastened the flap to the outer sling and then came back in. A gentle night breeze blew through the inside and let Anna breathe a sigh of relief.

He let her choose one of the beds. Olaf pulled down one of the furs and lay wordlessly at the foot end. Anna sat down on the edge of the bed and looked over at Kristoff, who stood there undecidedly. Finally he sat down opposite her. For a moment there was an uncomfortable silence. Then Anna said softly, "Remember when we talked about my past as a child?" He confirmed with a nod. She sighed.

"Well, i thought of that because of the similar situation with Elsa now and that i still can't remember by myself what happened to me that night when Grand Pabbie simply took away my childhood memories with Elsa's magic. Elsa told me everything a few years ago and helped me to visualize it. For that, I am infinitely grateful to her."

Kristoff nodded and replied "Yes, i understand very well what you mean. I remember that it was pure coincidence that i followed this ice track that one of your parents' horses pulled behind it and that i was hidden behind a rock when I watched everything. I mean, I grew up with the trolls, but I had never before seen this ability with Grand Pabbie or known about it. To witness what he did with you and to see his visions about Elsa scared me a lot. But let's stop thinking about it. We better should go to bed now."

Anna agreed, "Yes, you're right. Let's go to sleep."

Kristoff lay awake for a long time, pondering her words and today's events. Pale moonlight flooded in from above and enveloped the Kota in a diffuse light. Anna had a restless sleep as he could tell by the creaking of the bed. He looked over to her. Anna rolled back and forth, her breath went in jerks, her body twitched in her dream. Then she screamed out loud. Kristoff jumped out of bed and hurried to her. "Anna!" He wiped away a tear with his thumb and stroked her cheek. She woke up, still breathing heavily, and looked at him.

"Please stay with me tonight," she whispered and moved aside a little. He hesitated a moment, but then lay down next to her gently. Anna snuggled up against him.

"Thank you," she breathed.

"Sorry to wake you, but you had a bad dream and you even screamed." Anna hesitated a bit before answering him.

"I dreamed about the cave. Where Olaf had dissolved in my arms. At that moment I knew... I believed that Elsa hadn't made it, that she had gone too far. Everyone I loved had left me. I felt so lost, Kristoff. I don't know where I found the strength to get back up again. Honestly, nothing was the same anymore. I was so alone. It felt like I was the last person in this now-desolate world." She paused, and Kristoff heard more than he saw in the dark, that she was crying again. "The way Elsa is now, it feels worse for me, as if she had died!" Kristoff swallowed hard. He was afraid of the next two days and how they would change his Anna.

"My bright star has gone. I have lost her," she mumbled before she fell asleep again.

***

The next morning brought light rain and it had become quite cool. The sky showed grey clouds and the usually so friendly looking forest lay in dark shadows. The village was quiet and not many of the Northuldra were on the way. Mattias was just about to saddle the horses when Kristoff, Anna and Olaf stepped out of the Kota. Halima stood next to her husband and they talked quietly together.

Anna cast an uncertain glance over to Elsa's Kota while Kristoff approached them and wished them good morning. They returned the greeting. Halima asked how Anna was doing and Kristoff told her about her restless sleep, but left everything else unmentioned. They both looked over at Anna and Mattias noticed the direction in which she was looking.

"Take good care of our queen, Kristoff. All this has taken quite a toll on her and she now needs rest and someone to comfort her with attention. You are the best man for that."

"This, of course, is General Mattias, thank you. Take good care of yourself on the way back." Kristoff nodded at Halima. "I'll see you in about two days."

Mattias gave Kristoff a friendly slap on the shoulder. "We will. We'll hurry." Then he helped his wife into the saddle and led both horses over to Anna and Olaf. He bowed respectfully to Anna and wished her and Olaf good morning too. Halima did the same from the top of the horse. Anna looked at him and the horses in astonishment. "Your Majesty, excuse our behaviour, but we don't want to lose any time and want to be back here as soon as possible. Last night we all agreed that we want to bring Elsa back to Arendelle. Unfortunately there is not much we can do for her here, but the doctors at our home will surely find a solution. Kristoff knows all the details of our plan. Rest now, and don't grieve. Kristoff, Yelana and Honeymaren will take care of everything you need. Please do not worry. We'll be back in two days." Anna nodded and he got on his horse in relief and turned it towards the big clearing. Then they both rode off, waving goodbye one last time.

Kristoff stepped beside Anna, put an arm around her and they watched the horses disappear between the trees. "It's gonna be all right, Anna."

***

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Okay, i think i will stop here and let the professionals continue my story if they want. I apologize for any mistakes i made above. In the moment i have no new ideas except that Mattias and Halima surely would talk about all the events of that evening during their trip back to Arendelle. I leave it up to you to decide what happens next.

Remark: I had to rewrite one part of the story because I didn't know that Jenn Lee had once confirmed that Kristoff knew about Anna's past and later connected that evening with the trolls with her. Originally, Anna talked about herself in detail and was surprised when Kristoff admitted that he had observed everything that night. But anyway, the purpose was to describe Anna's inner thoughts about memory loss, now that she is involved with Kristoff and can tell him everything.

Regarding Olaf calling Elsa ‘mom’ is fanon and not everybody obviously like that. Sorry but it simply has fit in this situation for me.

#frozen2 #f3 plot idea #frozen3 #frozen au #fanfic #part 2 #mine

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fixeruppcr · 4 years

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Also, the vision had Elsa’s magic messing up and causing mass destruction as he then goes on to explain that fear will be her biggest enemy because her fear will cause her magic to corrupt and then the fear that the others in the vision show will also be her biggest enemy: both scenarios happened in the movie for her ; her fear caused her to suddenly spring an entire winter upon her people, her fear led her magic to act erratically, her fear caused her to spiral. Thus her fear which caused her magic to go completely awol on her caused people to become angered and attack her.

What the entire ordeal led to was: misinterpretation of what he was saying by both Elsa and her parents and for years as her magic grew, all Elsa seemed to do was fear. The only reason she even gained a semblance of control on herself was because of the gloves -- the placebo. The gloves helped her feel calm about what she had since her father’s words were, “They will help.” You could see that she still had ice able to manifest outside her clothing just fine but her mind told her that the gloves were helping and thus gave her ease of mind in regard to THOSE, but her shoes? her dress? her everything else? They weren’t given any peace of mind for her.

Grand Pabbie is also a rock troll, not a human psychologist. His message was meant to give her insight into why she needed to control her powers, not meant to cause her to drink down her repress the powers juice that she got fed. Controlling your powers does not mean “let’s get rid of them completely” and he did NOT state that to her ; if you use the “he got rid of Anna’s memories” excuse, then I have to counter with: how do you think Anna lived? That was the way to persuade the mind ; if Anna was EVER hit again in the head by Elsa’s magic, guess what? The process would be the same again: she’d have to get rid of her memories of the magic in order to stop the trauma from freezing over her.

It sucks but that’s the risky business of it all.

Let us be clear that the person who has final say in how to raise his daughter is the father, not the old rock troll whose reaction to the idea we didn’t even get to see because TIME SKIP CONVENIENCE ; does that mean the father is the villain? No, it just means he made a choice he thought was right for her to protect her and it didn’t work out. While Pabbie can give as much advice to them as he can, Agnar’s declaration is his to make for how he thinks is best to help his daughter control her powers. He could have had Elsa training with Grand Pabbie since he knew of magic and how people respond to it, being a figure who has likely dealt with mobs who’ve burnt people alive, hanging them, or torturing them (as the 1000′s had so many burning “witches” that you could make smores every night if you planned it out), but then we’d have no movie about an empowering ice queen who had communication problems due to misinterpreted information over the years that she was given and then left to process it all on her own after her only support system was killed at sea and the other is somewhere deep in the forest without any contact to them.

Grand Pabbie was not consulted again when it wasn’t working. Grand Pabbie was not a mind reader to know what was going to happen. Grand Pabbie was not given final say over how it should be handled. Grand Pabbie looked hurt for Elsa having to accept Anna’s memories were gone. Grand Pabbie and the rest of the trolls are not scapegoats to blame.

While I don’t like people blaming the parents who were at a loss for what was going on, I also don’t like those same people in the fandom going, “Well, if it wasn’t them, then it was the trolls who helped them!” No, that’s not how this works. The villains were: misinterpretation, fear, and some asshole with red hair who came here ready to murder a queen later on.

Understand that the blame? it goes both ways when it comes to how things were done.

#´ ･ . ✶ ━━ O O C ⧼ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ ꜰɪʟʟ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ⧽#´ ･ . ✶ ━━ P S A ⧼ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏ�� ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ⧽#// how your muse feels that's their juice ; your juice is to see both sides #// like I don't want to sound mean but come on #// stop scapegoating those that had no say in what a father viewed as best #// we got to hear his choice but not hear what was said after ; if pabbie had said against it or not it doesn't matter #// the choice was not his to make #// I wasn't gonna post it but I'm kind of tired of the one-sided blame on the dash rn #// and as a mun who is portraying both kristoff and his family it makes me so uncomfortable

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Welcome back!

Well, the die has been cast, and Europe shall endure the consequences. Or will it?

Onward with the story :)

All Frozen and Tangled characters belong to Disney. All I own is this retelling and some original characters.

Chapter 10: Felino the crooked nose

February the 5th, 1828,

‘You’re a frigid, wormy piece of shit, you know that?’, growled the recently anointed Tsar at the Arendellian Monarch. Not a good sign for the conference the concert of Europe had arranged; the Monarch of Arendelle was hellbent on closing his country yet again, and no one was willing to budge on their stance.

‘I care not for the impression you choose to have about me, your majesty. I have my reasons and my fears to support my decision. I have to do what I feel is best for my kingdom, as would you if you faced a decision of a similar magnitude.’ Agnarr stated his position calmly, even as he felt no genuine respect for the Russian Monarch. Unlike his late brother, Tsar Nicholas the first had no great capacity for empathy and understanding. He had chosen to keep himself and his people ignorant. After all, what could one say of the sovereign who treated his highest officials and closest advisors like the serfs he saw them to be, and the holy synod under him bragged openly about how it was their god given duty to keep the downtrodden as they were. Oh, how their man, Sergei Uvarov, the Tsar’s minister of education, openly declared: “If I can extend Russia’s childhood another fifty years I will consider my mission accomplished.”

Oh, the Tsar saw himself as a god, and a jealous one at that. Agnarr understood that and knew that as a fellow sovereign, the Tsar could do little but rant in his face for the insult. Even if he would want to wage war upon Arendelle, he wouldn’t wish to give up access to the only warm water seaport he had. Still, Agnarr’s worries were far greater than some disgruntled people in power.

Elsa had lost control of her powers and was crippled in her fear, Anna had been forced to selective amnesia from Grand Pabbie, leaving no trace of Elsa’s powers and Olva...well she hadn’t been so fortunate. Against the advice of Grand Pabbie, he and Iduna had insisted on the procedure of wiping her memory clean of Elsa’s powers and the accident. The hermit warned of the consequences he was facing now with Olva, but how was he to know in his panic and desperation? Now the poor girl had begun experiencing fits and severe headaches, along with bouts of fainting for several minutes. He hadn’t slept this past month properly in the worry of what could happen to his family. Now he had a solution, and he would not back off from it. He must protect his family in any way possible. He must.

‘Your majesties, please don’t antagonise each other. This concerns all of us. You’re not the only ones troubled here. King Agnarr, you’d best explain yourself.’, queen Sophia spoke firmly as she presided over the conference. Agnarr’s declaration had shocked everyone, and he was yet to provide an explanation.

‘Thank you, queen Sophia. I have no intent on stepping on anyone’s face or insulting anyone. This sudden policy of isolation is a measure of precaution. I have it on reliable sources and personal knowledge that there are elements of revolution and insurgency brewing up in my kingdom. I can’t ignore it like the previous bourbon king of France in his time, god rest his soul. I must deal with these rebels quickly and with extreme prejudice. Because if I don’t then Arendelle falls forever, and if Arendelle falls, all northern Europe shall sink along with it.

And before you decide on persecuting war against me, ask yourselves this. Haven’t we had enough of war? We saw 2 decades of war followed by a decade of relative peace. If you ask me, I’d rather prefer the latter. I make this tough choice for the safety of all Europe, please understand.’

He paused to size up the room, who could be his allies and enemies hereafter. Corona and Austria-Hungary were definitely his allies; he knew Reginald would support him in the end. Weselton and the English would be against it; his partnership with them and America would be at risk, he’ll have to accommodate them somehow. Same was the situation with Russia. Maybe the Ottomans had to be brought in to keep Russia in check? Spain and the Southern Isles could be neutral; the Spanish could not care less, their main rivals were the English and the French, they would only vote as a formality. As for the Southern Isles were represented by queen Paulina, for the king had taken ill. On the surface, Paulina looked pleasant and charismatic, yet Agnarr knew that she would be a formidable and dangerous foe if he didn’t play this right. He began to speak again but was rudely interrupted.

‘And what would be these insurgent elements? The Northuldra?’, asked the duke of Weselton. The room tensed at the duke’s blatant attempt towards badgering the king of Arendelle. Agnarr had to fight a very strong impulse towards bashing the duke’s head on the wall. After composing himself mentally, he replied with barely concealed intentions ‘Why, yes. They have been neglected for far too long. I must attempt to bring them up with the kingdom. They are too obscure and are getting discontent.’

‘Just the language your father used, didn’t he? And where is he now? Lost like the rest of them. I’m telling you; this country is a lost cause. The Northuldra are ‘discontent’? Don’t make me laugh. They’re out for your and your family’s blood. They have been for years.’, the duke was clearly enjoying himself at Agnarr’s expense.

‘And if I hope to pursue a peaceful solution and keep Europe out of the mess, what is so wrong with that, duke?’, Agnarr nearly spat out the last part.

‘It’s always something personal. What, a problem with your kids now?’

‘Why, your uncouth son of a-‘

‘ENOUGH!’, the presiding queen roared. ‘That’s the second time you have tried to lay discord in the concert on purpose, duke. Once it was over my kidnapped child and now this. I swear, if it happens again, you’re going to meet your maker without warning, in front of everyone!’

‘I can’t believe you’re still going on about your bloody kid. She’s fucking dead! I always get enraged how the kings of Europe are disturbed about such trivial matters, and I’m to be punished because I call out the bullshit for what it is?! Fine. Hang, draw, and quarter me all you want, that does not change the fact that once again, some people are sullying the good name of the concert for their own interests.’, the duke spat venom without a care.

‘I’ve heard enough. Marshals, break the duke’s kneecaps.’, an enraged Sophia gave the cold order to her personal guard. The duke’s bravado melted away instantly, and he shrunk in his stature as the marshals came to deal with him.

‘Sophie, stop!’ King Reginald shouted.

‘Pray tell, what now, Reginald?’ his spouse was beyond annoyed by now.

The king of Corona whispered in his spouse’s ear ‘We’ll get the coward some other time. I need to talk sense into Agnarr somehow. I advise you to break for recess.’ A rare sight for the usually tempestuous king to calm down his calmer, more pragmatic wife.

Queen Sophia sighed heavily and announced a recess.

Once they were alone, Reginald confronted Agnarr ‘What’s gotten into you, Agnarr? You’re supposed to be the sensible one amongst us two.’

‘I’ll tell you what’s sensible. I should invade the fucking duchy of Weselton, lay it to fucking waste, burn it to the fucking ground, and salt the fucking remains barren forever!’ Agnarr snarled with uncharacteristic murder in his eyes.

‘Oh, calm down, crusader. I hate the duke much more than you do, believe me. Nevertheless, even I must agree with that poltroon over your course of action. It’s drastic and uncalled for. Tell me honestly what’s bothering you. We’ll make it right. Tell me.’

‘You don’t believe me? I told you every reason I have for doing this. My kingdom has only just recovered from the previous war. I can’t risk another. I certainly can’t afford it to become a pan-European conflict. At the end of the day, I just want my heir to inherit a stable state. An agitated group of people is not the hallmark of a stable state. Even if it takes me years, I must resolve this once and for all.’

Reginald spoke empathetically ‘Alright, but it still is a visceral reaction to the situation. I think foreign aid would only help more. Are you sure about it?’

Agnarr thought about telling the truth to his best friend, but ultimately decided otherwise; he couldn’t let the secret get out in any circumstance.

‘Yes I am. I also believe that those so-called insurgents are supplied by foreign powers themselves; they would like nothing more than to make my kingdom their colony. And that fucking Weselton shill... I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s behind the whole damn thing.’

‘That may be true, but without solid evidence, we can’t deal with him effectively. We must be sure.’ Reginald advised him.

‘Alright, but I can’t back down from my position. Yes, my kingdom will suffer in the short run, but I know we’ll be secure and united eventually.’

Ultimately, the concert decided that Arendelle would only keep one point of access open to the outside world; the main port. Only diplomats and special traders would be allowed. Every other traveller, from tourist to student would have to be barred from entering the country. It may cause uprising among the international students in his kingdom, but he’ll have to deal with them on his down. To preserve the security, the red tape for the traders and businessmen became very harsh. All, in service towards protecting my family; Agnarr thought.

A week later

A craven figure along with half a dozen guards floated in a rowboat towards one of the northern shores of Arendelle, beyond the mist. A hooded figure in silhouette waited for them on shore, heavily dressed to protect them self against the bitter February cold. Upon reaching the shore, the hooded bowed in respect and said ‘Welcome, honourable duke of Weselton. I hope your journey was pleasant enough.’

‘As pleasant a trip I could hope in stormy, waning winter, thank you for asking.’, the duke removed his cloak and coat to make his face more visible, and gestured his guards to disembark and stand around. The scrawny man took a moment to stretch himself, and at length, spoke ‘How many instances of forbidden people wandering into your grounds?’

‘Not as many as before, however a group of the Iceni tribe were intercepted in the valley of death during patrol two months ago and dealt with without exception. No survivors that we know of.’

‘Good, the illegals are dwindling, soon they would be no problem. However, as long as Arendelle stands, you’ll never be safe. We’ll have to confront them once and for all.’

‘Let’s continue our discussion on the way to camp, honourable duke.’

The Northuldrian camp was twenty-five kilometres inland from the seashore, but the spirits had grown very erratic in recent years, so the Northuldra had to find new routes to their homes every few weeks. The latest incident was particularly severe; a landslide had destroyed the usual detour they took, so they had to take the tributaries by another boat, a slower but safer way of travel.

‘Forgive me, honourable duke. I know travel by water does not agree with you.’

‘I’ll live. Tell me, how is everything holding up north of the mist?’

‘We’re eking out a living somehow. As you know, the rivers have been gradually changing course towards the south, our arable lands are going barren as a result. Adding to the problem, the rains are becoming scarcer with every passing year bit by bit. I regret to inform you that the poppy plantation is facing a loss, the raw material for the heroin would be short this time.’

‘It seems you’ve lost the plot, haven’t you? How will I get you your weapons if your end of the bargain is low? Weapons, armament, lumber and steam technology for ships don’t come cheap, you know?’ the duke said with the faux humility that masked grave threats underneath, and the hooded figure knew well what those threats were. Nevertheless, a low yield was not the biggest problem.

‘There’s more, honourable duke. Arendelle has tried to sue for peace and is willing to cooperate.’

‘Yes, I heard. We both know it’s nonsense.’

‘I’m not so sure. The terms they have offered seem rather reasonable.’

‘I’m sure they are. They may be too reasonable, I’m afraid. Implying something between the lines. The implication being disastrous for the Northuldra. If you ask me, I would never take any terms Europe offers at face value.’

‘I’m a fair sceptic of the south, just as you are. But since the rise of the mist, they have not engaged in any big skirmishes.’

The duke sighed and said ‘It pains me to say it, but you lack an ocean of imagination. There are uncountable ways to fight a war of attrition, and Arendelle has chosen the most insidious way.’

‘What do you mean, duke?’

‘I’d rather tell this to everyone at once, instead of making it a poor game of translation errors.’, with that, the duke fell silent, knowing full well that the hooded figure’s doubts had been flared up.

After a voyage of two hours, the party reached the camp. A huge crowd had gathered upon the riverbank where the canoe stopped. The hooded figure removed his hood and stood beside the Northuldra leader as her most trusted vassal. The Northuldra leader went by the name of Yelena, a woman moving towards middle age, standing barely above the duke in stature, but those aged eyes had seen many ups and downs. The leader slightly prostrated herself before the duke; the Northuldra way of showing respect towards authority.

‘Welcome, o duke! I hope your voyage was pleasant.’

‘As much as I could hope it to be. I must say, the Northuldra’s native lands grow more beautiful every time I venture up’ the duke said.

‘Your grace flatters us. I believe my trusted vassal has given you the lowdown for everything that has happened in the past three months. We’ll be happy to discuss a compromise for the goods you need.’

‘Thank you, your excellency. However, my worries include the survival of the Northuldra as well.’

‘What is that supposed to mean?’

‘You may have received terms from the king of Arendelle for a peaceful cessation in the past few days, haven’t you?’

‘Yes, they are more reasonable than I expected.’

‘I feared so, for if you paid attention, you’d realise that the terms are too positive. They’re willing to overlook the massacre of the group of Iceni that happened two months ago. Not to mention the fact that they may have stumbled about the truth about our trade operation as well.’

‘Speaking of the trade operation, what we may be short of in terms of goods, we’ll make up in plunder in the North Atlantic. I have sanctioned three fleets for the same purpose later this week.’

‘That is encouraging, but I must warn you, the plundering operation would become very difficult very soon. What with the king of Arendelle sealing the kingdom’s maritime and overland borders.’

‘Excuse me, come again?’

‘Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you knew.’

‘No, I didn’t. Please enlighten us, your grace.’

‘Well, your excellency, the king of Arendelle has decided to isolate the country, and I quote his speech: “This sudden policy of isolation is a measure of precaution. I have it on reliable sources and personal knowledge that there are elements of revolution and insurgency brewing up in my kingdom. I can’t ignore it like the previous bourbon king of France in his time, god rest his soul. I must deal with these rebels quickly and with extreme prejudice. Because if I don’t, then Arendelle falls forever, and if Arendelle falls, all northern Europe shall sink along with it.” Now you tell me, is this the language a man would use while suing for peace?’

Yelena became quiet for a moment, taking in al the information. At length, she asked ‘What are the possible ramifications of this declaration?’

‘They could be numerous, but I’ll tell you the most obvious one. Within a month at the latest, the coasts would be dotted by the Arendellian navy, putting a blockade through which nothing except their own ships could get in or out. You can imagine they would be only too happy to hunt down your pirate ships before you’re able to secure any loot at all. You can’t raid through the land, as the mist is your most powerful jailer. It will surely be a stifling experience; I won’t deny it.’

‘What if we do sue for peace? If we sincerely send an envoy to the south?’

‘Aye, you could try that. In fact, I suggest you try that without fail.’ Interrupted a tall, dark man as he made his way inside Yelena’s tent.’

‘Mathias, just because the mist forces me to tolerate and learn to like your presence doesn’t mean you interrupt me in meetings about the matters of state.’ Yelena bristled with annoyance.

‘Believe me, once the mist lifts up, I’ll ride south, first thing on my to-do list.’

‘Mathias, you look familiar. Tall, dark, muscular, good posture. Does your Ethiopian father still till the grain and tan the leather shoes?’, making harsh, cutting remarks was a talent the duke used well.

‘No. Does the honourable duke take me for his wretched bastard slaves in the Congo?’ Mathias growled.

‘Gentlemen, please. Your grace, please don’t mind Mathias. Yes, he’s a southerner. He was in king Runeard’s personal guard from what I gather. He may look brutish and imposing, but he’s harmless and dare I say, a halfway decent man. He doesn’t usually interrupt one of my meetings, so this instance must be special. Tell us big boy, what should bother us?’ Yelena finished as she turned to Mathias.

‘I’m sorry. I’m not willing to entertain the stories of a deserter.’, the duke said nonchalantly.

‘As if your pip squeakiness has ever been in a battle to judge a trapped prisoner of war?’ Mathias seethed.

‘See, even he agrees, we’re at war.’ Oh, they were all playing right into my hands, the duke thought with glee.

‘Yes, and now peace must be made. Yelena, this is not the time to go on the offensive. Trust me.’ Mathias faced Yelena as he settled down beside her.

‘Maybe, but it is a peace we would be forced into. We want it on our own terms, Mathias. I understand you’re homesick, but we haven’t had a home to go back to for decades. We will assert our terms onto the king, and he will have to accept it. If he doesn’t, it’s war.’

‘Lofty words, your excellency. Alas, there’s no substance or weight to back your words. You’ll be blockaded soon, and travel by land is impossible anyhow. I suggest you make a permanent settlement here and be done with it.’, the duke laid the bait.

‘And perpetually disturb the peace of the spirits by claiming their sacred forest? Never.’, and Yelena took it.

‘Well, I can’t negotiate such a big difference in your quantity of goods. You’ll have to offer me something if I must continue supporting your struggle. What about lumber from the forest?’

‘You must be reading a fucking comedy. When we refuse to make a permanent settlement in the forest, YOU PROCEED TO SUGGEST SOMETHING FAR WORSE?!’, Mathias had half a mind to strangle the duke right there, when he was stopped by Yelena.

‘Sit down, Mathias! We’re in desperate times. We’ll have to do what we must in order to survive.’

‘Making a bad situation worse is survival?! Can you imagine or fathom withstanding the rage of the spirits if we cut down the forest?! How can you even consider this, Yelena?’

‘If I may ease your concerns, I’ll vouch for the fact that a sacred relic commands a lot of value in the market. Especially amongst those who are powerful, proud, wealthy and don’t ask too many questions. Here’s what I’ll do. I’ll introduce a tiny amount in the market. People would recognize it as sacred or magical with plenty of history behind it. Once I do that, I can manipulate the price for it and bring you all the money, all the weapons, all the ships you need.’, the duke reassured the Northuldra leader.

Yelena spoke at length ‘Alright, I agree to the venture. Let’s begin with ten logs.’

Mathias hung his head in defeat and nursed his forehead, which had begun to throb. This is not going to end well.

Yelena tried to comfort him after the duke left ‘Listen, for every tree we cut down, we’ll plant ten, I promise.’

‘Even if you do that, it won’t be the sacred forest of the fifth spirit anymore.’ Mathias said ruefully.

As the duke made his way to the ship waiting off the coast on his rowboat, one of his taciturn guards asked him ‘Your grace, why do we need these bunch of sheep worshippers?’

The duke grinned darkly ‘When a rival nation is at war with itself, best let it consume itself.’

Around the same time, somewhere in northern Greece

‘Rider, move your ass and get over here!’ A portly man called out as he wiped a greasy hand on his apron.

‘Coming, Elios!’ Flynn came running in. He was now a man of seventeen; having seen a fair bit of the world by now and had been working with Elios for a few months. Elios had hidden Flynn to save him from ‘The Hawk’, a notorious smuggler who had trapped him in his ring. In return, Flynn agreed to work for him in his front business.

‘Why must I go through this fucking chore every time? To have to call you up like a fucking parade float to just do your blessed job?’

‘I’m sorry for being two minutes late. I already did the prep for tonight; the bar has been cleaned and stocked. I just took a nap, calm your tits.’

‘I’ve heard that many times, give me something new Flynn’ Elios rolled his eyes.

‘What do you think I’ve been doing? Making merry around the city square? Come on, I know better than that.’

‘Don’t bother lying to me. I swear, one of those women is gonna make you the sacrificial goat someday.’

‘Alright, I heard your speech. Got it, can we move on?’

Elios wiped some sweat off his forehead and asked, ‘You know who’s coming tonight?’

‘Yeah I do, friends loyal to the Greek cause.’ Flynn answered without faltering

‘Not just any friend, mind you. The Gent is coming along with the Sicilians.’

Flynn’s ears perked up at that piece of news. The Gent was a legend in Northern Greece, almost singlehandedly forming the on-land resistance against the Ottomans in the Greek war of independence. He had been involved in the resistance for nearly seven years now and was lobbying for foreign support.

‘Wow, that’s a hero if I ever saw one.’

‘I told you I’ll introduce you to him soon. Today’s the day.’

‘Now, why would he visit an affluent restaurant filled with Turks day in and out, I’m sure I don’t know.’ Flynn stated incuriously.

‘Hey Flynn, let his people worry about it. I’m sure his people would be clever enough to figure it out.’ Elios was a practical man who knew the streets well, however, forethought was not his strongest suit.

‘No, Elios. Hear me out. If the Gent is ambushed here, we’re done for. Everything will be up for grabs and I know neither of us would like the prick of the cold sabre chopping our necks. And if we know The Gent is coming, the officials certainly know. And if the Sicilians find out, you’ll end up wearing concrete shoes, old boy. You may know the gutters and the roads, but I know loyalty.’

‘What do you suppose we do now? We can’t really serve them in public view.’

‘That is true. Tell you what, let’s clear the cellar for their dinner. I’m sure they don’t want any outsider to hear what they are discussing amongst themselves. Also, I think you should serve them personally, Elios.’

‘No can do. I’m the front. If I don’t stay there, they’ll investigate. You’ll have to serve them yourself. I’m sorry Flynn. The Gent trusts me, if he sees that I consider you worthy, he’ll be comfortable.’

But I don’t know the first thing about him and the others. What if I offend them without meaning to?’

‘Don’t be stupid, Flynn. We both know you know better than that. If the service is good, they’ll fill your pockets with enough dosh to set you up for years. If I truly know you, you wouldn’t miss this opportunity for the world.’

‘Alright, I’ll do it. Say Elios, what if I warm them personally first about the last-minute change of scenery?’

‘No. I’ll have to warn them myself. Set the cellar up. I did contact them two days ago; I’ll do it again.’

‘Just make sure you’re not followed.’

‘Hey Rider, who knows the street better?’

‘You do, clearly.’

‘Yup. I’ll be back soon.’

A few hours later, a party of people showed up. There was the Gent, a tall slender man, worn down by the hiding and fighting. His face was warm enough, save for the green eyes that could bore holes through the Earth, and a crooked mouth that had a scare across the top lip. Still, he felt like a man who could fight forever. As for the Sicilians, they were something else entirely.

It was a band of seven people. The man most fancily dressed, along with the ruby ring on his little finger and the gold watch and chain, was obviously the leader. The six were presumably his bodyguards, each one burlier and more imposing that the last, looking like killers happy to kill a priest in the middle of a sermon. Ruthless and royal. Dressed to the nines up to their plug caps.

Flynn suddenly felt dwarfed and puny.

‘Gentlemen, this is Flynn, he’s been working with me for a few months, he’ll be serving you tonight.’ Elios gave a short introduction and left. Flynn gave a short bow, not sure how to address these powerful men.

‘What’s your name, green boy?’ The Gent asked.

‘Flynn.’

‘How old are you?’

‘Going to be seventeen next month.’

You’re not from around these parts, are you? Your accent tells me....Austria Hungary?’

‘No sir, Corona. The Rhinelands, to be exact.’

‘Uh huh. How’d you end up in Greece?’

‘War orphan from the Napoleonic wars, pushed around all of Europe, ended up here.’ By now, Flynn knew the story by heart.

‘My condolences. Ok Flynn, you’re going to undergo something unpleasant. Forgive me, just the nature of these times. I need to be sure of your loyalty.’

Before Flynn could reply, one of the goons was upon him, almost choking him with his weight, pressing down on his spine. Even if Flynn had any wind left him, he couldn’t yell.

‘Answer me, why was the room changed at such short notice?’

‘When the Gent asks, you better fucking answer, figlio di sfagato!’

‘Get off him, let him speak.’ The goon got off at once.

Flynn coughed and gasped for air. When he could breathe normally, he said weakly , ‘Mr. Gent, it was Mr. Elios who suggested it.’ Flynn barely finished his sentence before receiving a punch in the gut, knocking the air out of him.

‘That’s a lie. Elios is not that big a thinker. You seem to be smarter than you let on. Why’d you try to protect us from the Turks?’

‘I didn’t want them to kill you here. That would be underhanded and filthy. I’ve heard....heard that you believe in engaging them head on, I didn’t want them to ambush you. You’re a hero around here, would be a shame if I couldn’t do my bit for your cause.’ Flynn was hit yet again by the goon, this time in his nose. Blood had begin ebbing from his mouth and nose.

‘You’ve said enough. I can guess the rest of the story. Either betray the Turks and face the sabre or betray us and face getting shot in the face. Why choose us over them?’

‘I gambled here.....I’d rather be loyal to someone fighting the slavers for freedom than the slaver themselves.’ Flynn braced himself for another hit, but the hit never came.

Instead he could hear a chuckle from the Sicilian leader, who had gestured his goon to stand down. He approached Flynn and held him by the cheek, saying in thick accent, ’Felino. That’s your name from now on. Felino the crooked nose. Drinks on the house, all night. Keep the drinks up, you’ll be richer than the sultan come morning. Good boy.’

The leader, or don as they were calling him now, lightly tapped his cheek and went back to his place, settling down with the Gent and the other goons. Flynn left the room and almost crumpled on the floor. I could’ve died there, he thought for a second. Nevertheless, he composed himself and put on his charm; Felino the crooked nose had a job to do.

Ha, the duke of Weselton’s such a bastard, always stirring up shit wherever he goes lol. I love the potential his character has.

Our Man Flynn is serving the big boys now! What could happen?

Thanks again to those who continue reading this silly story :P

As always, constructive feedback is always welcome!

#frozen #frozenxtangled #frozen tangled #eugene tangled #tangled fandom #tangled fanfiction #frozen fanfiction #frozen fanfic #frozen fandom #frozen agnarr #agnarr #chief mathias #Yelena frozen 2 #duke of weselton

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snowycrocus · 5 years

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Frozen Fanfiction “Such a Cost” Ch.6/? Elsa Sacrifices her Magic to Save Anna

Start with these first: part one part two part three part four part five

Sorry this took so long! Life got in the way and I’m simply just not good at writing long stories. (someone send me some one-shot prompts!) Anyway, here’s the next chapter. Look for the heavy foreshadowing ;)

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Her life is not her own; it never was, and never would be.

Such is the life of a Queen, of a ruler. She knew that. She should have known.

But somehow she forgot that fact, and it all comes back to her now, how her personal business is also the business of everyone in the entire kingdom.

Particularly, the business of her council. Or at least, they think it’s their business.

It nearly makes her want to retreat back to her bedroom for another thirteen years.

“You must get them back!”

“But the princess, Jon!”

“- leaves us open to attack-”

“-and we were not consulted!”

“Yes, precisely – that’s why you have advisors, Your Majesty!”

For the first time, without the ice responding to her anger under her skin, Elsa feels her blood begin to boil.

It used to be that when angered, the ice would skitter to the surface, sending prickling tendrils out to her skin, waiting to be released (or not waiting, sometimes). She used to have to focus to hold it all in, contain it inside of her.

Not this time.

Now, her forehead breaks out in a sweat. She feels flushed, damp, breathless. Angry.

Where there was once ice inside of her, now there is heat. Strong and raging, a roaring fire.

The last reprimand strikes a chord and she lets the fire out.

“Advisors?!” She bursts. It takes all of her willpower not to sputter and she tries to enunciate each word clearly and carefully. “Why would I require my advisors to tell me to save my sister’s life?”

The heat is spreading – across her cheeks, through her chest. It’s too hot in here. She can’t breathe.

“If my so-called advisors would have advised me to do anything else other than save Princess Anna, I suggest they leave right now and advise me no longer!”

The heat is too much. It’s too strong. She feels like she’s gasping for air.

Maybe she is. Anna, next to her, reaches out to take her hand. Elsa nearly pulls her hand away. Anna’s warm, her hand too warm. It’s too hot in here. She can’t breathe.

“Elsa is your Queen!” Anna exclaims. “She did what she had to. She shouldn’t have consulted anyone. She did what she had to so that we could stay together.” Her voice on the last sentence grows weak and guilty.

Elsa’s hand is growing warmer and wetter beneath hers and her sister pulls her hand away. Anna looks at her with worry. Elsa’s cheeks are flushed pink and the color is spreading across her face and chest.

They’re right, Elsa thinks, trying to calm her breathing and focus on the discussion at hand. She didn’t consider matters pertaining to the kingdom when she had Grand Pabbie remove her powers. Didn’t even think about Arendelle.

Just Anna. Only Anna. As it should be.

She wouldn’t change a thing, she knows. But it’s hard , and it hurts, to be reminded that once again she has inconvenienced her people, perhaps even placed them in danger.

Councilor Aren’s voice rings in her ears. “We’ll need to send out more spies. This occurrence may leave Arendelle open to attack, now that the Queen is…vulnerable.”

Vulnerable. That’s what she is now. That’s what Arendelle is now, without her magic to protect it. Her mind races as quickly as her heart. What if another kingdom came to invade? Her navy was small, untested. They hadn’t really, truly fought in decades. She needed them to recruit. Practice, grow stronger. They didn’t have enough people, enough weapons. Did they have enough steel? Enough blacksmiths, swordsmiths? She’d have to look into that, increase the apprenticeships and incentives. She couldn’t remember which areas were most defensible and which were the most vulnerable. Make a note to study the geography and battle plans. Talk to some generals, some captains. Devise a new training plan. And yes, like Aren said – find spies, and oh! and-

“Your Majesty.” A sharp reprimand breaks her out of her twisting, coiling thoughts. “We need your utmost attention on this matter.”

Elsa chokes on her next breath. She wants to scream. As if she hadn’t been paying attention. As if the ramifications of her actions hadn’t been snaking through her mind for hours, taking away her sleep, her appetite, her recently-acquired version of calm. She hadn’t thought about anything else, couldn’t think about anything else, ever since the ice had left her being and she felt lost and devoid and lacking.

Her mind is swimming, her hands shaking, and she just can’t do this anymore. The panic has now set in.

Before, with her powers, she could focus on those during a panic attack. She had to, had no other choice. She would ignore her lack of oxygen, her trembling limbs, her aching chest and instead pay attention to the call of the ice – trying to hold it in, keep it back, contained.

But now? Now she has no alternative. There is no ice raging to be free from under her skin anymore. There is only panic, panting, shaking, and loss of control.

How does she feel less in control without her magic than with?

Just fear that she is not enough. That she is nothing without her magic.

“Excuse me.” She bites out, stumbling out of her chair and nearly falling into the door and out into the corridor. She prays that Anna senses her need for isolation and doesn’t follow.

She finds herself in the garden, just a few steps away from the conference room. She stumbles to her knees in the green grass, not even caring that her skirts will sport stains or that her heels will be caked with mud.

She plants her hands down to the ground, breath heaving. Her hands tremble in the grass and she digs her fingers into the soil to ground them and stop their shaking. The earth is soft and cool. So soothing. Her shoulders stop their trembling.

She closes her eyes, breathes in the earthy richness of the soil and the bright bitter notes of grass. Some sweetness to her left, perhaps a rosebush or another flower. Her breathing begins to even out and she notes the tight knot in her chest and stomach.

Another whiff. It tickles her nose and she scrunches it, focusing on her surroundings and not the slowly-loosening knot. Flies buzzing, the brief, sharp caw of a bird. She can feel there’s now dirt underneath her fingernails and wonders how she will get it out before her handmaid sees it.

Her body loosens and she can breathe once more. She opens her eyes.

There is grass, and earth, and bushes and flowers and trees. No ice, no snow, despite her running emotions and desperate panic. The world is still here, the nature untouched. How she feels now – it doesn’t matter. Nothing else will feel her emotions except her. They are safe.

Everything is safe.

She cries out a note of blissful disbelief. What a gift!

No matter what she does, what she feels – there will never be ice again. The grass will stay green, the roses will keep their pink soft petals. The air will stay warm and bright and people will stay safe.

It brings such a thrill humming through her veins that she can barely remember how upset she was a few minutes ago.

Who cares what they think? You have not left your people at risk by losing your magic. You have kept them safe.

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“I heard a witch cursed her and took away her powers.”

“Wouldn’t that be un-cursing her, then?

“Uh…”

“C’mon, witches? Really? I was told she got really sick and lost them. That’s why she wasn’t seen for a while.”

“What? That’s so boring!”

What was really boring, Kristoff thought, was hearing these crack-job theories. Over and over and over again, day after day, he heard discussions and arguments over why their Queen was suddenly brunette and powerless.

It was getting draining. He just wanted to tell them all the truth just to shut them up. But he couldn’t. Not his place, and besides, he didn’t want to be spilling such sensitive secrets and put the girls in danger.

But not only was it getting tiring, it was stressful. Depressing. The whole castle was depressing. It was quiet and empty. No more laughter in the halls, no more chatting in the rooms. It was all Anna talked about anymore. She felt guilty – beyond guilty that she was the cause of this drastic change in her sister’s life.

The Queen…Elsa didn’t know how to take it all; how to process it. She tried to explain to him once that she felt lacking. Empty. Without her powers to focus on controlling, her attention moved to her anxiety instead. She grew even more quiet and withdrawn in response to the way everyone stared at her and passed around rumors. She was depressed.

“What do I have to offer now?” She once tried to explain to him when he confronted her. “I can’t protect my people. I haven’t married to form an alliance. I haven’t extended the royal line with children. I’m a failure – and that’s all I’ll ever be.”

Despite Kristoff’s fervent protests, he couldn’t convince her otherwise.

Anna, racked with guilt, instead grew angry. Not only did she feel like it was her fault that Elsa gave up a major part of her identity, she couldn’t comfort her sister – or at least she didn’t have as strong as an effect on her as she would have hoped. Despite Elsa’s constant claims that Anna was her everything and she’d give up her powers a thousand times over for her, Anna had hoped that she could break Elsa out of her chain of depression and anxiety. But nothing could.

“Don’t you talk about her like that!” She’d yell to villagers she heard gossiping about the Queen. “You don’t know half of what she went through and why!”

She grew snippy and impatient with him, then feel even more guilty about it later. “All I do is hurt people,” she’d claim, despite his protests.

He couldn’t do anything. And neither could she. Neither could any of them.

At least, not without the pendant.

The pendant, which rested locked up in a box to which only Elsa had the key.

It sat, so he was told, in the dusty closet of the late king and queen. A place where no one ever walked, or cleaned, or touched. A place no one would ever lay eyes on it.

No one, that is, except for the Queen, who visited when the longing inside of her grew so deep and gnawing, only to be relieved by the cool, smooth touch of the crystal against her ever-so-ordinary skin.

But she never went any further with it than a simple touch, no matter how it called to her.

She shouldn’t.

She wouldn’t.

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Anyone catch the foreshadowing? There’s basically two elements that will return to finish off this story, wondering if someone picked up on what will happen :) As always, please please comment and review, that’s what keeps me writing and your words are incredibly important to me. Let me know what you think! Here, Elsa begins to feel nearly bipolar. She’s struggling with the pain of missing her powers but at the same time experiencing the great relief that the lack of them brings. But that newfound relief can’t quite overshadow what she’s lost.

Next chapter, as some of you have been waiting for, will feature the loss of Marshmallow and Olaf. There will probably be 2-3 more chapters of how the characters are dealing with all these big changes before we get into the meat of the plot. Tagging previous readers/reviewers, hope you don’t mind: @lelitachay, @egoeas, @a-frozen-kind-of-love, @aqueenthatisfrozen, @arendelve, @the-sky-is-awake, @elsaannasnowqueen, @justlookatthosesausages, @above-d-clouds, @frozen-heart101, @sketchypalette20, @maregnbue, @imperial-imp, @onepieceofartplease, @snowqueenofmyheart, @thegeekogecko, @99884321, @everrealmdweller, @grrlgeek72, @frozenartscapes, @habibi18, @thankfullyimgay, @wandering-bard-from-the-id, @a-frozen-kind-of-love

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swishandflickwit · 5 years

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Lucifer — The Simplicity of Weaving 1/1

Summary: Trixie gets herself into a tangle. Good thing her Devil babysitter is no stranger to a bad hair day.

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 3.5k+

Warnings: Established Deckerstar (but no appearance from Chloe). Future fic. Step-Satan shenanigans. Kinda.

AN: Oh look, I wrote another Lucifer & Trixie bonding fic. What a surprise not!

Hahaha, but a little break from The Devil's Lucky Number series for some family fluff, yes? Hope you enjoy this one!

Also on: ff.net | AO3

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“With your mum in court for the remainder of the day and it being so hot and all—seriously though,” he huffs. “These scorching temperatures could put even Hell to shame. I mean, contrary to popular belief, it isn’t even that hot down there, you know? It’s all dark and ashen and about as ‘fiery’ as a drenched skunk—which sounds and smells as bad as you’re imagining, nay—worse. So if you think beige is a drab color…”

He’s fiddling with his cufflinks, toying with the idea of foregoing aesthetic for once (not that it would ever leave him, not even if he tried; he couldn’t, after all, be faulted for his effortless beauty no matter what vestments he may—or may not—be wearing) and opting for a more casual attire to battle this steady onslaught of a heat wave cresting over Los Angeles with no immediate end in sight.

It’s probably why he isn’t prepared for what greets him when he opens the door to Beatrice’s chamber—

“Anyway, I was thinking we head on down to Lux and grab ourselves some ice—"

—and expels a rather undignified shriek as a result.

“What—!”

“Listen,” she starts, her tone measured and her hands held out in front of her in calm supplication. Like he is some rampant, skittish animal that has somehow wandered from home, and needs to be returned to its natural habitat. “It’s not… that… bad…?”

Lucifer shuts his gaping mouth with an audible click, only to dissolve into spluttering speech instead.

“Beatrice, child—what have you done to your hair?” he exclaims, loftily musing that if there ever is a question between them both of who, in that moment, most resembled a wild animal, it certainly isn’t him.

“I swear I was following the instructions!” she waves towards her phone screen, propped upon the mirror of her dresser and opened on a Youtube tutorial for—

“A French braid?” he cries, voice dripping with incredulity.

“I just wanted to look like Elsa!”

“I do hate to break it to you,” he says, mouth puckered in a grimace. “But it’s looking more Grand Pabbie Troll than Majestic Ice Queen right now.”

He stands corrected. The frost to her glare could restore what little remains of the polar ice caps and freeze him on the spot if she possessed an affinity for such gelid destruction. But she didn’t, and being the sire of a Miracle could not gift her even that.

Small mercies and all.

“I’m in so much trouble,” she wails.

He sighs. It is his turn to appeal to her with more than a modicum of wariness as he meets her eyes in the looking glass and approaches her from behind.

“It can’t be much worse than the chocolate cake incident or the doll debacle.”

With soothing hands, he takes her by the shoulders and eases her back onto her chair, though he needn’t have bothered with the gentleness. As she lists against the wood with all the dejectedness of a usurped sovereign, he surveys the damage. At first glance, it does look quite atrocious—her coffee-colored locks teased and twisted into gnarly knots so they look more bird’s nest than actual, human hair. But further inspection shows it not so unsalvageable, her grubby, ten-year old hands thankfully still inexpert to inflict any lasting harm. At least she didn’t cut anything—then they’d have both suffered the wrath of the detective.

He shudders, before realizing he is the Devil and he cowers before no one that isn’t a slight but tough blonde, blue-eyed, five foot six inches badass cop. He squares his shoulders—a soldier bracing for battle.

“Right.”

From the array of headdress materials spread atop the vanity, he selects his weapon—the sturdiest-looking comb, or as sturdy as plastic can be. He would prefer one of silver or at the very least wood. This pink, sparkling, wide-tooth monstrosity would have to suffice, he laments.

“Now,” he grabs another stool and situates himself to his task, his figure a tower at her back even when seated. “Let’s see if we can’t sort this out, hmm?”

Her eyes widen with desperation.

“Oh Lucifer, you have to fix it,” she practically screams. “You have to!”

“Alright, alright,” he pitches his articulations low to convey his reassurance. It doesn’t erase his bewilderment, however, and at the quizzical brow he directs at her through the mirror she clams up.

Her reticence is an unusual occurrence, but the silence that trails in her wake is no less comforting as it allows him to dedicate his full attention to wrangling her wavy mop into some semblance of order.

He forges a meticulous path from her scalp to her roots, prying tangles apart before smoothing them over with the comb. His hands are light and dexterous as only a skilled piano player can be. Not once does she cry out in pain, of that he makes certain. With every knot unraveled, the panic in her gaze recedes, till every wavy strand is restored and her breathing is even in near repose from his ministrations.

“See?” he murmurs, returning the comb before resting his hands on her shoulders once more. “All better. Nothing a little Devil’s touch couldn’t fix.”

Her relief is palpable in the way she leans into his touch.

“Thanks,” she sighs.

��So what’s this about looking like Elsa?” He rubs kindly at the spot between her shoulder blades when she tenses. “I thought we were on a Moana bender this week.”

Her cheeks blotch with the strain of her blush.

“We are,” she asserts, a little too quickly. “I guess it isn’t really about Elsa. I just… wanted to try a French braid.”

He hums and lets more than a couple of heartbeats pass before replying.

“You know perfectly well Elsa’s from Norway. Do you honestly expect me to believe she’d go for a French braid instead of a Dutch one?”

“But all the Youtubers say—”

“Oh, yes, because anyone willing enough to saddle themselves with the internet persona of ‘TwinkleTendrils87’ is such an authority on the conversion of animation to reality hairstyle. No,” he rolls his eyes. “Don’t think so.”

Her protest withers on her tongue. He smirks, waiting for her own orbs—which she had averted once he began his inquisition—to meet his.

“So do you want to try that again?”

“You can always tell,” she grumbles, unable to abate the accusation that bleeds through her intonations.

He grins.

“The title of Prince of Lies does hold true to some extent,” he drawls. At her pinched visage, he gives her an encouraging pat. “Well, go on. Tell Lucifer what ails you.” His face suddenly hardens. “Is someone giving you trouble at school again?”

She groans.

“If I tell you, do you promise you won’t get mad?”

“Darling, you know I don’t get mad,” he grins, all teeth and bite. “I get even.”

She narrows her eyes at him.

“Okay, so… maybe I do both but if it means all that much to you then yes, I solemnly swear not to get angry at or even with you.”

He raises his hands in surrender, humor returning as the edges of his mouth soften with fondness. She returns it with a radiant one of her own, swiveling on her seat so he receives the full wattage of her smile.

But as quickly as it comes, it dims too.

She lifts her legs and tucks them crisscross beneath her to prop an elbow on her thigh. She rests her cheek on a fist as she tilts her chin up and arrests him with her molten, solemn stare.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

He blinks, slowly… deliberately.

“Is this a trick question?”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I!” He shakes his head, baffled. “Aren’t you a little too young to be concerned about this?”

“I’m almost eleven,” she protests.

“Case in point, you haven’t even reached your teen years, for Dad’s sake! You could at least wait till your face is a Jackson Pollock of acne before getting all angsty. Not that you should be worried about such things.” He waves a flippant hand. “You are a Decker woman, hooker name notwithstanding, and all Decker women have clear skin.”

“Pretty sure I only understood half that sentence…”

“What I’m trying to say, rather poorly I suppose, but what’s new, eh?”

He waggles his eyebrows and though slight, it coaxes a smile to curl at the corners of her lips.

“You shouldn’t have to be thinking about this, much more be bothered by it.” He frowns. “What’s brought this on?”

With her free hand, she picks at the laces of her sneakers so intently, he thinks she won’t answer. His heart starts thumping to the beat of anxiety as he realizes that providing comfort to a ten-year old isn’t exactly part of his skillset and he is severely out of his league on this. But just as he’s about to suggest Beatrice speak with her mother once she returns, words trickle out of her mouth with all the ferocity of a broken dam and he is powerless against the onslaught of her unveiled insecurities.

“It didn’t used to, honest. But all my friends…” she sniffs and to his mounting terror, a suspiciously wet gleam fills those chocolate-molten orbs. “It’s all they ever wanna talk about anymore. It’s always make-up this or hairstyle that and all the latest fashion trends and how to get more followers on their Snapchat.” She throws her hands up with such awkward abruptness, Lucifer must lean back to avoid being casualty to her ire. “I just wanna play hopscotch and talk about Barbie Dreamhouse and fangirl over Rapunzel and Eugene! Is that too much to ask?” she blows a stray tendril from her forehead. “Well I guess so, since the only thing that matters to them is who the prettiest one in the group is.” And with that remark, all the vexation drains from her mien, till only a sadness that should have been foreign to her at such a tender age, remains.

“But one thing’s for sure—it’s definitely not me,” she sighs, a couple of teardrops hugging the curve of her cheeks, “which they love to point out.”

At the sight of the droplets coursing her face, he sees red. He has to remind himself that these are children, and the detective will not approve his slaughtering of the youth—no matter how justified it may be.

Squalid miscreants, he inwardly fumes. Vapid, insolent, pediculous, scalawags! Who do those brats think they are? How dare they—

Ensconced as he is in his rising fury on her behalf, his attempt at comfort is thwarted by the growl in his throat as he utters, “Dry your eyes, Beatrice.”

Unperturbed, and most probably used to his mercurial mood swings (and isn’t that a marvel that she doesn’t run away each time?), she does as told—albeit, the gloominess in her countenance remains.

“I take it these are the same birds from your last sleepover? Mary Beth and the two other ones? Bethany with the y and Bethanie with the i-e?”

Ridiculous, he scorns. Just as Lucifer has an abundance of Brittany acquaintances, Beatrice is saddled with multiple companions whose monikers involve some form of ‘Beth’ in it. At least his duplicates’ names had the same spelling!

Her hesitance is a palpable energy in the quiet that follows, but at his prodding scowl she eventually nods her affirmation.

With lightning heat boiling in his blood he doesn’t trust himself to issue any wholesome advice, so he bids her without speaking to face the mirror again.

“What are you doing?” she braves to ask through watery inflections as he begins dividing her hair into three parts.

“I won’t lie to you by feeding you some sentimental drivel like ‘it’s what’s on the inside that matters’ because humans are fickle things and only few have been exempt from such norms—humans such as your mother and yourself.”

He ignores the crease between her brows, his explanation in the way his hands are intent on their unceasing rhythm of weaving her tresses into a proper Dutch braid that starts on one side of her head and continues to hug the curve of her nape.

“Not to say that the idea is totally unfounded, mind. Beauty, true beauty, lies deep within a person’s soul. I should know,” he winks. “I’ve glimpsed into many a repugnant soul in my time, after all.”

She sticks her tongue out in disgust. He returns the gesture till her expression dissolves into chuckles. With a satisfied nod, he clears his throat before resuming.

“But there is a certain… power in making an impression with the use of one’s appearance. Exhibit A,” he smirks, briefly retracting a hand to gesture at himself. She giggles again, but it quickly fades at his considering perusal.

“Those girls,” a generous term, he thinks with a sneer. “Your so-called ‘friends’? Well, you don’t have to be Dr. Martin to discern that those cads are jealous of your beauty—the natural and inherent kind. And let’s not forget your quick wit. Top of the class, are you not?”

She neither confirms or denies, but she blushes and it’s all the answer he needs.

“Course you are!” he heartily praises.

Not that he can take credit, but his grin is smug enough for them both all the same.

“While I would love to march right into your classroom and give those bloody Beths a piece of my mind before decimating those shallow cows on the spot—”

“Lucifer,” she scolds, reminiscent of the detective, right down to the infinitesimal twist to her lips that betrays her mirth.

“I realize it won’t exactly win me any favors with your mother, so—hand me that elastic, would you, love? There’s a good girl—” he binds the end of the braid. “Here’s a lesson from Old Scratch—the greatest revenge is to be the best version of yourself, especially when you don’t even have to change a thing. Well…”

He cannot help the flourish of his hand as he trails it along the length of her hair, a ripple of stardust in his wake. Beatrice gasps.

“Maybe a little one.”

His beam could power the whole of Los Angeles along with the awe in her scrutiny as she spins at all angles to admire his work.

Ah, he always was a prideful one.

“W-where—how?”

“Who do you think Mazikeen got her styling tips from when we first got here?” he claims with hues of incredulity, as if it ought to be common knowledge that Demons, unless taught, had atrocious fashion sense when left to their own devices. “And when you have as many sisters as I do, and they all pester you at any given hour of the day because, and I quote, ‘no one does it better’,” he preens. “You learn a thing or two about coiffure, or rather, they learned and I got a lot of practice.”

“It’s beautiful,” she cries, her twisted russet locks the color of a dusk-ridden sky. The tiny drops of effulgence he had woven wink faintly at first glance but then burn with the resplendence of a thousand suns when they lace with the natural light.

“No, dear heart.”

When she turns to him, he holds her gaze steady so she cannot doubt his sincerity.

“You are.”

“But—”

He shakes his head and leaves no room for argument.

“I only enhanced what was all ready there. Have you ever known me to lie?”

“No,” she states simply, a small smile stealing along the breadth of her lips.

“Besides,” he lets his warmth diffuse into her dainty hands as he engulfs them with his own.

“I was the spark that set this universe and the ones after it ablaze. All that is light—within and without, between now and beyond—once lived, and continues to ignite, through me. So believe me when I say that of all the suns and stars in the whole of Creation.”

His lips find the crown of her head.

“You shine the brightest.”

He vowed not to be angry nor to get even with her, and when it comes to the Devil, his word is his bond.

A new school day dawns and with it, Lucifer styles her a new plait but the artfully streamed rivulets of stardust along the length of her auburn hair are unchanged.

And when he picks her up from school later on, he expects the envy that oozes out of the trio of Beths—the imps glaring longingly with all the subtlety of a stampede, as they first narrow onto the shimmer of Beatrice’s braided mane, then at him and his conspicuous show of wealth.

She kicks into a run when she sees him leaning against the hood of the ‘vette, and it is a testament to his fondness that he no longer flinches upon the collision of her svelte frame into his legs nor does he retract from the winding of her gangly arms around his waist.

With her face buried into his suit and the girls’ stares still trained on them, he takes this opportunity to brandish the sunglasses from his eyes. He purposefully allows the brown to fade to red, as his eyes flare with the fury of the million pyres of Hell, and he meets each dirty look with a glower of his own.

To their merit, they do not scream (he blames the distance), but their blanched faces and quaking limbs are a balm to his petty, petty soul—however temporary or minuscule. They ought to be grateful for their naivety and his leniency. Still.

“Good day?” he inquires sweetly as he returns his sunglasses to their perch on his face before opening the passenger door for her. She waits till he is seated behind the wheel before she answers.

“It was great!”

He passes her another pair of shades that he only ever reserves for her. She puts them on with a flourish.

“Even better now that you’re here!”

Unbeknownst to the detective’s daughter, he shoots one last devilish grin at the cowering trio of caked-faced-trying-too-hard swines. His canines glint with malicious glee beneath the simmering L.A. sun.

He did vow not to be angry nor to get even with Beatrice.

“Excellent.”

Such a shame that the same promise does not extend to her friends.

At her insistence, he tucks her in that night.

They don��t say anything once the evening’s chapter is finished, but it is as he folds her into the blankets that she murmurs, “You are too, you know.”

He quirks an amused brow.

“What are you on about now, child?”

She smiles, delicate fingers cupping at his cheeks when he leans over to unnecessarily fluff her pillows. He freezes at her touch, even when he is tickled by her digits scratching nimbly at his scruff. There is such innocence in the gesture, he is suddenly filled with shame to be at her presence.

“Beatrice,” he whispers, breath tinged with perplexity.

“You’re beautiful, too. Has anyone ever told you that?”

He wants to riposte with an arrogant quip or a jaunty remark, but finds he cannot speak through the lump in his throat nor the leaden weight on his tongue.

“Can’t say that they have,” he tries though it sounds more whine than tease. “But I am a fine specimen in human standards—”

She shakes her head. “I mean, even with your other face.”

He laughs, a tinge of hysteria to the sound. “Now I know you’re pulling my leg.”

“Don’t think I didn’t see what you did to my friends,” her hands tighten around his cheeks in a show of gratitude.

“No one is allowed to hurt you,” he says easily.

“Not that you could control that, but that’s what I mean. You are beautiful, inside and out, and I hope you know it. ‘Kay?”

She lets go, and he inhales greedily at the air like a drowning man who’s broken through the ocean’s surface. It is how he finds the strength to reply, softly, as her eyes droop and her breathing evens into slumber.

“Thank you.”

It is as he reaches the frame of her door that she delivers one final blow that tips him over the edge and straight into this little girl’s heart, obliterating whatever chasm he might have fooled himself into believing he ought to maintain between them.

“I do love you, Lucifer.”

“I know,” he avers, all the while denying the waver to his speech. How wonderful, he muses, swept by the tranquility of her acceptance and awash as he is in the grace that her love reinvigorates in him. It is why he is only a little surprised, when he searches within for the torment and self-loathing and finds himself absent of both in lieu of the hope and faith and incandescence her presence has gradually pervaded him with, to discover—he believes her.

He believes in the veracity of her pronouncement. He believes in the purity of her caress and he believes in the ardor behind his own pledge when he avows, “And I you, Beatrice.”

His voice is the melody that carries her to the land of dreams, the carillon that will henceforth guide her to sanctuary as he intertwines the part of his soul that doesn’t belong to Chloe, to hers.

“And I you.”

AN: HAHAHA. WHAT EVEN.

(It wasn’t supposed to be feels-y at the end but Trix had a mind of her own smh)

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