I was going through my hard drive and found a little something that I had forgotten about; a Frozen edit where I corrected Elsa’s magical/physics-defying braid. (It annoyed the heck out of me so I fixed it… Sooo satisfying!)

Program used: Photoshop CC 

EDIT: To those whom cannot see the difference - In the original, Elsa’s braid goes right through her left arm, while in my edit it folds and falls over her shoulder. If you focus on the end/tip of her hair in the first one, you will notice that it never goes over her arm, but still manages to get in front of it. 

  • Elsa:How long have you been sleeping with Kristoff?
  • Anna:That’s disgusting and wrong. I don’t even get--why would--I’ve never had sex...with anyone, anywhere. It’s none of your--you have the nerve, the audacity. Kristoff is my friend, and he is terrible, face- and foot-wise. And how do I know, frankly, that you’re not sleeping with him? Hmmm...check and mate.

Day 2: Mistake

“None of my children were deliberate–”

“Yeah, some you shot out of your nose!”

“I DID NOT! As I was saying…some may call them mistakes, but I love them anyway.”

“And I love them too.”

I’m a massive sucker for cheesiness, alright? Also, I can’t do backgrounds. I just can’t.

Death’s Kiss (chapt 2)

Summary: POST movie, Hans is executed in the Southern Isles as punishment for his actions in Arendelle. The Prince returns as a ghost to the Kingdom and begins a strange relationship with Queen Elsa. (multichap.)

Warnings: Smut, and profanity, and angst (Helsa) 

Co-written by myself and future-ruler-of-arendelle

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                                                    Chapter Two

The next day he accompanied her. He remained silent throughout most of it, walking down halls with her and watching her read for hours at a time. But it wasn’t exactly like he had better things to do. He was dead for crying out loud. So, miserably he sat through a meal with Anna, and since he couldn’t taste anything he found no reason to touch the food while she prattled on.

 After lunch, Elsa had harp lessons, quickly followed by a meeting with her advisors and council. The harp lessons were a terrible bore to watch, and not wanting to reveal that he was there, he simply suffered the hour and a half that it took up. Once that was done, she fixed her hair tightly in a bun and left for her meeting which he walked after her for, sitting in an empty seat next to her meant for an ill man.

 All day something had felt off but she could not let that pressing dissonance bother her too much, she had more important things to concentrate on. But half of her mind was still swimming with distaste for her recent lover who left her with a bitter taste in her mouth. She was annoyed with how he left her there, naked, unloved and frigid.

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