Of Princesses & Reindeer Kings

I love this adorable Kristanna snippet on-the-fly by the talented @firawren ! Thank you so much 💖 And what a great game to inspire some fun writing!

I’ll take a Kristanna #32 (A kiss while someone watches) please! And happy to return the favour 🩵

Oh fun! Thanks for the ask! Do you mean you'd like to write a snippet too, or are you planning on drawing some kisses? Either way, I'd love you to do #11 for Kristanna!

32. A kiss while someone watches

Kristoff had never expected there to be hundreds of people watching him on his wedding day. Of course, he'd never expected to be marrying the Queen of Arendelle.

The second they were pronounced husband and wife, all he wanted was to run off with her, away from all those eyes, to have Anna to himself in private, showing his wife just how happy he was to be her husband. But everyone was watching them.

Anna wasn't as concerned about privacy. The second they got out of the church, she grabbed his face and kissed him, hard. A wild cheer rose up from the crowd, everyone hooting and laughing as they watched their fiery queen kiss her consort as if none of them were there.

Kristoff circled his arms around Anna's waist and tuned them all out as he smiled against her lips and kissed her back.

Written for the kiss ask game

Read all of these kiss fic snippets at the tag #kiss snippet. Read all of my stuff at the tag #my writing.

Sharing the love! ❤️ This incarnation of Kristoff is so hot you could fry an egg on him! Plus Anna’s wonderful journey of self love and acceptance. Read it! Read it!

@sunflowers-and-sandwiches made this art for my Bandana AU series and I had to share it!

Sun Sneezes* (T)

Anna emerges from the courthouse happily single and ready to seize the day, but gets derailed by sun sneezes, a good Samaritan's bandana, and a really nice ass. *renamed from Future's So Bright

Rain Check** (E)

Newly divorced Anna goes for a walk to work off some pent-up energy, but gets derailed by rain, a good Samaritan’s garage, and some really great D. **Frozen Smut Week 2023: Amethyst

Here Comes the Sun***(E)

Anna 2.0 is earthy, technicolor, alive, and ready to find her place in the sun but gets derailed by a flat tire, a phone call with a good Samaritan, and another really great ass. But maybe it’s time for a fresh start. ***This is my 69th published fic! And I’m going all out with 6,969 words, a title from a 1969 Beatles song, and, last but definitely not least, some good old-fashioned 69!

I had dreams of expanding this series with a multi-chap about Anna working at KB's garage with boss/employee relationship (read: secret relationship), friends-to-lovers, trauma recovery, and a wicked slow burn. IDK, maybe I still will.

Thank you so much @sunflowers-and-sandwiches for this art! It completely made my day!

Wow look how much work went into this! An absolutely beautiful Elsa collection 🩵

Elsa -> Costume Design (animation edition) DISNEY'S FROZEN • FROZEN FEVER • OLAF'S FROZEN ADVENTURE • FROZEN 2

do not repost/remove my username. Anna's version

Gotta have the pair!

I’m on such a tangent to all the other things I should be doing right now but the temptation was too great… a glimpse into alternative Hans’ origin story that could thaw a frozen heart ❄️🩵

The palace was a vast and magnificent place, with its endless corridors and towering windows that allowed the sunlight to pour in almost cruelly, as if mocking those trapped within its walls. To Hans, such magnificence was nothing more than a prison disguised as splendor. He had spent the entire morning wandering aimlessly, hoping to find some form of entertainment, but everyone seemed occupied with matters of great importance, in which he, of course, had no place.

Aldric was buried in his studies and had made it clear that he did not wish to be disturbed. His mother was engaged in some social gathering, and his father… well, his father was never available. And so, in his desperation, Hans found himself wandering into the library, where Thomas and Frederick, two of his older brothers, sat by the fireplace, laughing together as if the rest of the world did not exist. He smiled upon seeing them. Perhaps they would want to play with him."Thomas! Frederick!" he called enthusiastically.

"Why don’t we go riding? It’s a magnificent day."

The two brothers exchanged a glance before returning to their conversation without even acknowledging him.

Hans frowned.

"We could also go to the river and throw stones. Or we could race to the stables. What do you say?"

Silence.

Frederick tilted his head with feigned curiosity.

"Thomas, did you hear that?" The young boy cupped a hand around his ear and adopted a thoughtful expression.

"Hmm… no, I didn’t hear anything. Did you?"

"I didn’t hear that either. How strange."

Both of them smirked before continuing their conversation, completely ignoring Hans.

The boy felt frustration rise to his face, making his cheeks burn.

"Stop doing that! I’m here!"

"Did you hear that, Frederick?"

"No, brother, I didn’t hear anything. Maybe it’s the wind."

Hans clenched his fists.

"If you don’t stop ignoring me, I’ll tell Mother that Frederick kisses one of her ladies-in-waiting in the gardens at sunset."

That, at least, got their attention. Thomas and Frederick went silent for a brief moment, looking at him with a flash of irritation in their eyes. But instead of backing down, Frederick leaned back in his chair with a careless smile.

"How funny. Looks like the wind has become particularly gossipy."

"And very loud," added Thomas, pretending to yawn. "What do you think, brother?"

"I think someone is practically begging for all their toys to be thrown into the bottom of the well."

Hans felt a knot of rage tighten in his stomach. He didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing his anger, so he abruptly turned and left the room without a word.

His heart pounded as he walked briskly down the hall, trying to calm the fury that simmered in his chest. His brothers always treated him like this. Like he was an annoying insect, an insignificant presence barely deserving of attention. But he wasn’t insignificant. He wasn’t.

If someone noticed him, if someone gave him just a little bit of their time, he could prove it.

It was then, as he turned a corner, that he saw his father.

The king looked imposing, with his regal bearing and the deep dark blue cloak that fell gracefully over the floor. Beside him, Richard, his older brother, seemed engrossed in conversation with their father. But Hans barely noticed his brother. His attention was fixed on the king.

"Father!" he called eagerly, quickening his pace to catch up with him.

The king turned his face, and for a brief moment, Hans’ expression lit up as he saw a smile form on his lips.

"Hans, my little prince!"

The little one jumped towards him with complete confidence, and the king received him with open arms, lifting him with ease.

"Look at you, getting bigger every day," he said with a hint of pride, squeezing him tightly against his chest. "How’s my little man today?"

Hans grinned from ear to ear. He loved it when his father called him that. It made him feel important, as if he truly meant something to him.

"I’m fine, father," he replied eagerly. "But I was so bored. Can we do something together today? Can we go riding?"

The king chuckled softly, still holding him.

"We went riding last week, didn’t we?"

"Yes, but that was so long ago, I haven’t seen you since then…" Hans complained, hugging him even tighter.

The king shook his head in amusement and gently lowered him to the ground.

"You’re tireless."

Hans felt warmth in his chest. Maybe this time, yes. Maybe his father would spend the day with him.

"In fact, I could go with you to the council meeting," he suggested excitedly. "I want to learn how you rule the kingdom."

But no sooner had he finished speaking than Richard burst into laughter.

"You? In the council? Don’t make me laugh. What could you possibly understand about politics?"

“I could learn,” he replied stubbornly.

The king sighed, though he still maintained his patience.

“Hans, son, today will be a very busy day,” he said in a tone of understanding. “Your brother and I have important matters to attend to.”

Hans furrowed his brow.

“But I want to learn too.”

“And what will you do when you get bored?” Richard joked, crossing his arms. “Will you ask for paper and colors to draw while we talk about trade treaties?”

Hans clenched his fists.

“I won’t get bored.”

The king placed a hand on his shoulder, letting out a longer sigh this time.

“Hans, we’ll talk about these things when you’re older. Today is not the time.”

“But I want to be with you, father,” Hans insisted, his voice dropping into a tone of pleading.

The king’s face lost some of its earlier warmth. His patience, though still not entirely exhausted, was starting to fade.

“Hans, don’t insist,” he said, this time with a more severe edge.

“Oh, come on, father,” Richard interjected with feigned sympathy. “Let him come. Surely his contributions will be essential.”

Hans glared at him, hoping his father would stop him. But the king simply rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Enough, Richard,” he muttered, then turned to Hans. “Son, please, we will spend time together another day.”

Hans felt desperation swirling in his chest.

“But…”

The king raised his hand, cutting off his protest with a firm gesture.

“Enough.”

He snapped his fingers at a servant who had been waiting nearby and, with the tone of someone giving an order with no room for discussion, said:

“You. Take the prince elsewhere. I can’t deal with this now.”

Hans felt as if the ground had been ripped out from under him.

The servant, with an expression of visible discomfort, approached with a bow.

“Your Highness… if I may…”

But Hans didn’t respond.

He looked at his father, who didn’t even notice him anymore. He looked at Richard, whose satisfied smile made him boil with rage. He looked at the servant, who was avoiding his gaze.

And finally, without saying a word, he turned on his heel and left.

The sound of the conversation between his father and brother continued behind him, as if he had never been there in the first place.

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Later that day, the bedroom of the younger princes of the Southern Isles, which during the day was spacious and filled with light, took on a mysterious atmosphere as night fell. The only illumination came from the flickering glow of the oil lamps. In the center of the room, two identical beds, separated by an elegant dark wooden table, occupied the space. However, at that moment, neither was being used for its original purpose.

“Aldric, prepare yourself! The enemy is approaching!” Hans exclaimed, brandishing his wooden sword with the zeal of a legendary warrior.

Aldric, who was only a few years older and much more practical in matters of war, barely had time to grab his own sword before Hans leaped from his bed with surprising agility for his short legs. The battle was fierce: Aldric defended his position atop his mattress while Hans attempted to invade it with the ferocity of a conqueror.

“I warn you, Hans!” Aldric said between playful strikes. “You have no rightful claim to the throne of my bed.”

Hans laughed, took a step back, and raised his sword with the solemnity of a crowned king.

“I am King Hans, the greatest of all warrior kings,” he declared, with the unwavering confidence only a seven-year-old could possess. “I shall rule the Southern Isles and wear the Navigator’s Crown, just like our great-great-grandfather! And I will take your bed!”

“No!”

“Yes! You shall sleep on the floor, Aldric! These are the king’s orders!”

“You are not my king, Hans,” Aldric countered, swiftly jumping from his own bed onto his younger brother’s. “Quick, the princess has been kidnapped by pirates!”

And with a leap, he dashed across the room, sword held high.

Hans didn’t move.

“Come on, Hans! The princess is in danger!”

“I don’t like that game.”

“What do you mean you don’t like it?”

“It’s always the same. The princess is in danger, the princess cries, the princess waits for someone to rescue her… It’s exhausting. Why does she always let herself get captured?”

Aldric blinked, incredulous.

“Hans, it is a king’s duty to rescue princesses!”

Hans frowned.

“Since when?”

“Since always. A king rescues princesses, holds parades, waves from the balcony, and gives bread to the poor.”

“That sounds so boring.”

“A king doesn’t just sit on a pile of gold like a fool!”

Hans tilted his head, thoughtful.

“Well, maybe you don’t know this, Aldric, but there are kings who just sit on piles of gold.”

“Not in this game!”

Hans huffed.

“Fine, if you insist so much, we can save the princess… But only because she’s the only one who knows where they hid my treasure chests.”

Aldric clutched his head.

“Hans!”

“What? That’s a very valid reason!”

Aldric shook his head and, with renewed determination, raised his sword.

“Forget it. I will fight alone.”

“Wait, wait.” Hans rested a hand on his hip and flashed a sly grin. “What if I really do become king one day?”

Aldric burst into laughter.

“You will never be king, at least not in these isles.”

Hans pursed his lips, thoughtful, then shrugged nonchalantly.

“Well… maybe if all of you died in an accident.”

Aldric smacked him with his wooden sword—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to show his indignation.

“That’s not funny, Hans!”

“What? I’m not saying I’d cause it, I’m just saying life is unpredictable.”

But Hans was already laughing, utterly unbothered by the moral implications of his words. His amusement, however, was cut short by a voice—gentle, yet possessing the authority only a mother could wield.

“Hans, you know I don’t like you talking like that.”

Both boys turned their heads to find the Queen standing in the doorway, arms crossed, a look of gentle reproach on her face. She wore a dark blue gown, and her hair was pinned in a bun that seemed moments away from unraveling, as if she had been tending to affairs all day.

Hans immediately lowered his head, dragging his sword along the floor.

“I’m sorry, Mother,” he murmured.

Aldric, though still mildly offended, decided the matter wasn’t worth dragging out.

The Queen sighed and stepped into the room, picking up a blanket the boys had tossed aside in their battle frenzy.

“It’s time for bed.”

“But we haven’t rescued the princess yet!” Hans protested.

“And we won’t,” Aldric replied, hands on his hips. “Because you’d rather count your gold than save her.”

“That is not how a prince should behave, Hans!” the Queen reprimanded, though now with a barely concealed smile.

“Alright, alright,” the little boy rolled his eyes and climbed into bed, though he refused to part with his sword, keeping it in his grasp like a royal scepter.

When their mother sat beside Aldric and began to tell a bedtime story, the older boy nestled under the blankets, listening with bright-eyed excitement. Hans, on the other hand, traced invisible patterns on his headboard with the tip of his sword, as if the tale was far less interesting than the grand battle he had just fought.

When the story ended, the Queen kissed Aldric’s forehead before turning to Hans with a warm smile.

“And you, my King? Why so quiet?”

Hans twirled his sword in the air, feigning indifference.

“Mother… where is Father?”

The Queen’s smile softened.

“Your father is busy this evening, my love. You know how much is required of him.”

Hans exhaled sharply and turned his head away.

“He is always busy.”

“You will see him in the morning,” she assured him, reaching to brush a stray lock of auburn hair from his forehead. “Before he leaves with your brother.”

At that, Hans stiffened. His fingers tightened around the hilt of his toy sword, his young face contorted in frustration.

“It is always ‘tomorrow.’ Always ‘later.’ But when it is Richard, he finds the time!”

The words burst from him, raw and unchecked. He sat up abruptly, his small frame taut with indignation. “He takes Richard with him everywhere. To meetings, to the council, even on rides through the city. They do things together. He talks to him. But he never—he never wants to do that with me.”

His voice faltered on the last words, yet the wound in them was unmistakable.

The Queen cupped his cheek with tenderness.

"I'm sorry you feel this way, my dear prince," she murmured. "I will speak to him about it, I promise."

Hans didn’t answer. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and turned away, as if he didn’t want her to see him like that.

“Hans…”

“It’s fine, I suppose someone has to be the favorite son.”

Before he could react, his mother lunged at him, trapping him in an embrace and covering his face in kisses.

”Favorite?! Favorite?! Hans Westergaard, how dare you say such a thing?!”

Hans shrieked, laughing and squirming in her grasp.

“Mother, no, stop, stop!”

“I will never let my little baby think such a horrible thing!”

Hans covered his face with his hands as she peppered his forehead, cheeks, and nose with loud kisses.

“Mother, stop! I’m not a baby!”

She cupped his face gently and whispered into his ear:

“You are my favorite son.”

Hans froze, eyes wide, until his mother laughed and placed one last kiss on his forehead.

“But don’t tell your brothers,” she added conspiratorially. “I wouldn’t want them to get jealous.”

Hans felt his heart swell in his chest. Was it a joke? Maybe. But… maybe not.

A sly grin spread across his face.

“Oh, I’m telling them. All of them.”

His mother gasped in mock horror. “Hans! You wouldn’t dare!”

Hans simply laughed, and to his delight, she laughed with him—a warm, rich sound that made him less lonely.

As their laughter faded into quiet, he shifted beneath the covers, glancing up at her.

“Mother, can you stay a little longer?”

His mother stroked his hair lovingly but shook her head.

“I need to say goodnight to your other brothers, sweetheart.”

Hans felt his chest deflate all at once.

“Oh.”

“Sweet dreams, my prince” she whispered, as she stood up blowing him a tender kiss before leaving the room.

The chamber was left in twilight, illuminated only by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the window. Aldric lay still, his eyes closed, his breathing already slow and steady, the soft rise and fall of his chest betraying the peacefulness of his slumber.

Hans, however, remained awake a little longer, staring at the ceiling with a thoughtful expression.

Perhaps, he thought, when he was older, his father would pay as much attention to him as he did to Richard.

Maybe, someday, everyone would.

◆◇◆

Today I read a few pages of A Frozen Heart, and honestly, I can’t.

From the very beginning, Hans’s life is portrayed as a complete nightmare: his father treats him like garbage, his mother doesn’t even pay attention to him, and his brothers openly despise him. There are no nuances, no moments of reprieve, just a hostile environment where Hans is basically an outcast in his own family.

And that’s what bothers me. Not all families are loving, but in most cases, even in dysfunctional families, there is usually some kind of attachment. A brother who cares about you even if he doesn’t always show it, a mother who, though distant, has moments of tenderness, a father who, despite being strict, has a reason for it. But here? No. Everyone seems to hate Hans. They don’t even ignore him; they actively despise him. It’s as if his only purpose in the story is to make his life miserable.

And it’s not just the family—the entire kingdom is also a complete misery. It’s as if everything is designed for Hans to grow up in the worst possible environment, and in the end, obviously, he becomes a horrible person. It feels forced. There’s no room for interpretation or character complexity. It’s as if the book is telling you, “Look, everything in his life has been garbage, so he’s garbage too.”

As I turned the pages, everything just felt more exaggerated and sad. I already knew how the book ended—with Hans as the villain. I wasn’t expecting Hans to be a hero (I think Disney would go bankrupt if they showed him with even a bit of mercy), but I at least wanted (I hoped) some balance in his story.

In my version, I imagined something different. Even though Hans is the youngest of thirteen siblings, I thought his twelfth brother, being closest in age to him, could have been someone he shared more moments with. Although siblings can fight and have conflicts, they are also children, and children play together, form bonds, even in difficult environments. I liked the idea of exploring that dynamic, where not everything is pure hatred.

I also wanted to give more depth to the queen’s character. In A Frozen Heart, Hans’s mother seems indifferent, but I believe that, no matter how busy she was, at some point, she must have felt love for her children. I don’t imagine her as a perfect mother, but as someone who, within her responsibilities, tried to be affectionate when she could. On the other hand, I see the king as more distant, focused on his duties with no real connection to the children, which would have affected Hans in a more subtle and realistic way, leaving him desperate for some of his attention.

I wrote several fragments of this story with this vision in mind because I believe Hans’s story could have been much more interesting and nuanced, instead of simply making him a victim of an environment where everything and everyone is horrible without exception.

What do you think? Did you read Frozen Heart? Did I make a rushed judgment about the story? Am I mistaken?

Kings and Queens

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The mysterious mists that once enveloped the Enchanted Forest return, seeking. Queen Anna and Kristoff travel to liaise with Elsa and the new leader of the Northuldra, but are attacked. In protecting Anna, Kristoff and Sven are sucked into the mist. Anna now alone on the blizzard strewn mountain.

Inside the mist, Kristoff and Sven are merged temporarily and He becomes a gatekeeper of realms, King of the Inbetween? When they merge they access that magic and become an amplifier for Anna and Elsa’s own abilities, not controlling them but empowering them. But when the Reindeer King is returned to Arendelle, a menacing presence is also drawn from the rift. ‘We have always feared Elsa's powers were too much for this world, now, we must pray they are enough.’

@firawren A bit of reindeer magic….

I think the artist really used her palette and style to capture Agnarr’s soft but strong character - and young Elsa is just beautiful. Lovely traditional art that tells a story 🩵❄️

There's Magic In our Veins

Elsa and King Agnarr (Frozen)

This is an expansion and redrawing of this piece -> There’s Magic In Our Veins

I had the idea of redoing the artwork back in December of 2023 but then just... left it in the middle of the process for a looooong ass time. It's been a solid year+ now since I last worked on it, ngl. But I always liked the og idea of it and the idea of Elsa's magic coming from her father's side of the family (which was a theory that had gone around Tumblr before the 2nd movie was a thing.

I did my best to just clean up the things I needed too to just get it out! I really just wanted to get it done, but like, with a lot of love, cause I'm still very fond of it even if I have a lot of nit picks of past me's lines 😂

Anyway, I love these two to bits 🥺 maybe this'll give me the little push I need to go back to my Frozen fics. SIGH. Maybe.

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Forget oxygen and water, fictional crushes are a life necessity.

Top 5 Disney Prince (as voted by my followers)

↳ 4. Kristoff - Frozen (2013)

“Reindeers are better than people. Sven, don’t you think that’s true? Yeah, people will beat you and curse you and cheat you. Every one of them’s bad except you. Oh, thanks buddy.”

Mari got style! Had to share all these gorgeous snowflakes of course ❄️

pastel winter themed dividers:

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Unredeemable Hope

This is not what I originally opened Procreate to do, but Hans kinda sneaks up on you like that.

Frozen (c) Disney — fanart by @sunflowers-and-sandwiches. Please do not repost or use my art without permission.