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The Kindergarten Series - 2. The T-Shirt

Words - 1057

Rated - K 

A series of drabbles centered on kindergarten teacher Ms. Anna Lail and gym teacher Mr. Kristoff Bjorman. Ratings may vary per drabble.

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     The hallways and classrooms were alive with energy and excitement as teachers and administrators prepared for the first official day of school. There was still a good hour before the buses and parents were to come, and most of the adults were either getting their classrooms ready, finishing their breakfasts, or heartily talking with each other. 

      In Room B22, Anna moved around the tables to make sure each table top was spotless and each name tag was aligned and in the right seat. She woke up earlier than intended and ate a rather small breakfast with her sister before driving to Arendelle Elementary. Anna was even more excited and nervous today than she was on Friday. Her belly churned nonstop and for once Anna did not finish her favorite breakfast of chocolate chip waffles.

      Today was her first day of work. In no less than an hour she was going to have twenty-two students sitting at the tables. Twenty-two students she was going to teach and look after. This was it. This was what Anna dreamt of doing ever since high school. Her dream of being a kindergarten teacher had actually come true. 

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For @kristanna

Happy birthday Sara! For you, I’ve done a continuation of this. Let’s go from public groping to public sex, shall we? Why not :-)

*NSFW (because of course it is)

EDIT: I wrote (and prepared this post) before @karis-the-fangirl posted hers, so Charis I really hope you don’t mind that I played in this sandbox!

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Make it Blue

HAPPY (super duper late because I am the absolute worst) CHRISTMAS IN JULY @fericita-s!! I AM YOUR SECRET SANTA :D I know I am reallyyyy late on this and I am so so so so sorry BUT I hope you enjoy it! I know you wanted some fluff so I went for some fluffy goodness within my Football AU for some fun! Also, special thank you to @karis-the-fangirl for proofreading this, thank you lovely! <3 

Anyways, hope you like it fercitia! :D <3 

Words: 1102
Pairing: Kristanna (obvi)
Summary: Will it be a boy or a girl?

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Elsanna Week Day Six: Heir and Spare

only one more chapter lovelies. after this im planning on finishing a couple of fics that can be finished (*coughspråketcough*). i have some ideas on my mind though they’re for a different fandom. i will not abandon my stories but im also super lazy :)

The first thing Anna did when she got home was mull.

She had plenty of time on the train, but this was different. She just sat on her living room couch and thought. It could be ten minutes or it could be an hour. Either way, by the time her mind finished running through everything she did today – and running through everything Elsa did since they had met – she was hungry and angry. She could only imagine Elsa felt the same.

Elsa did not feel the same. She wasn’t hungry. In fact, she didn’t really have an appetite at all. And she certainly wasn’t angry. Sad, or heartbroken, would have been better words to describe how she felt.

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Happy Birthday, Tia ( sinnamonrollpetricca ) !

I hope your day is wonderful :)


Inspired by this beautiful art.

Anna cannot believe this is real.

Elsa is so beautiful. Her hair is golden like wheat, her braid settled gently over her bosom. Her breasts are supple, with ruddy nipples. Her skin is the pale pink hue of a blossoming dawn. Anna’s eyes glide over her sister’s stomach – soft and smooth, the color of rosewater from across the seas, with a perfect navel. Anna bites her lip gazing down at the gold between her sister’s legs, so flustered…

But Elsa seems anxious as well – meek as a fawn new to the meadow. She laughs lightly, trying to shake off the uneasiness of their mutual nakedness – and soon Anna is laughing as well. Each one’s laughter is a comfort to the other, a sweet music that ripples through them, loosening their bodies and uncoiling their spirits.

Anna feels almost ready to melt when she feels her sister’s hand, silky as a flower in bloom, brush against her cheek. She has longed for Elsa’s touch for so many years… and now… in intimacy so intense… she is in awe. Elsa slips a finger ever so gently… ever so sensually… into Anna’s mouth. Anna suckles on the fingertip, a soft whimper rising from her belly…

They spend the rest of the night exploring, learning… coming to know one another.  

Werewolf!AU Part 2

Part 1 here!

“Are you freaking insane?!”

“Not now, Kristoff…”

Kristoff buries his face in his hands while Elsa washes her bloodied skin with cool river water; her wounds heal quickly but she’ll still be bruised for a while.  It’s true that Elsa isn’t the most popular figure in their pack, but most are perfectly content to leave her alone (Kristoff is probably the one person among them that Elsa can safely call her friend).  If anything, the only reason some still harass her is because Hans— the alpha— has always bullied her for being the only white werewolf; whereas all the other wolves are brown, gray, or sandy in color.  Elsa’s fur color makes it harder to hunt, makes her an easier target.

Elsa has never acted out until now.  She keeps to herself, both in the woods and Arendelle, despite being a member of the pack.  In fact, their frequent sojourns into the wilderness while “in the fuzz” are the reason Anna has shown up in the first place, investigating sightings of unusually large wolves in the area.  The only reason Elsa even knows her name is because word spreads fast in town.

A smile forms on Elsa’s lips at the thought of her.

“Seriously, Elsa,” Kristoff hisses, “Hans has had his eye on her since day one.”

“He only has eyes for one thing,” Elsa retorts sharply, her mood souring.  Seeing the way Hans licks his chops and leers at Anna like a piece of meat disgusts her. Elsa won’t deny the animal in her nature (that’s par for the course when one is a lycanthrope), but she doesn’t embrace it as hedonistically as Hans does.

“You have to admit the way he acts around her is shady,” Elsa continues (understatement of the decade there).  “I know he’s top dog around here, but does he really have to salivate over her like a creeper?”

“This coming from the one who’s constantly hanging around her campsite?” Kristoff snarks.

Elsa shoots him a flushed glare.  “First of all, she set up camp at my spot.  Nobody else goes to my spot.  Secondly, I may appreciate her looks but I don’t only want to mount her like an animal in rut.”

“But you admit you want to mount her?”

“Shut up.  I want to get to know her!  I just…” Elsa sighs, scratches behind her ear.  “I don’t know how to approach her, you know?”

It’s embarrassing to admit it out loud.  Elsa is perfectly capable of holding conversation and can be quite friendly when she wants to be, but stick her in front of the girl she’s falling tooth over tail for?  It’d be like she’s thirteen and going through werewolf puberty all over again; damn but humans have it easy.

Kristoff shrugs.  “You’ve already returned her things.  Even filled up her canteen.  What’s so hard about doing the same thing but throwing in a conversation?”

“The conversation part,” Elsa answers.  “Do you want I should walk up to her and say ‘Hi, I’m that white wolf you’ve been taking pictures of, and also I’m an actual and accounted for werewolf’?”

“It’s an ice breaker if I ever heard one.”  Kristoff grins, but quickly sobers.  “But seriously… things are going to change now that you of all people challenged the alpha.”

Elsa gives him a serious look.  “I haven’t challenged him,” she says, leaving an unspoken ‘yet’ in the air.  “I was just looking out for her safety.”

Kristoff folds his strong arms, watches Elsa contemplatively. He asks, “So what’ll you do now?”

“More or less the same, I think.  Hang out, keep an eye on Anna.  And if Hans decides to get bold… well, I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”  By now Elsa’s wounds have completely closed.  She idly pops the kinks in her joints and asks Kristoff, “What about you?”

He considers the question, shrugs his shoulders with a sly look.  “Hans doesn’t see me as anything but a big oaf.  So, I don’t think he’ll miss me if I happen to take a midnight stroll or two, just in case.”

The next day Anna takes a break from her research to spend some time in town.  During a trip to the convenience store she walks past a young blonde woman in stained work clothes and does a monstrous double take at the bruises.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asks.

This time it’s the blonde’s turn to do a double take. She looks at Anna with wide, icy blue eyes.

Anna pauses, and tries to convince herself she’s not outright ogling this woman, no matter how much she looks like a modern day Viking. “I’m sorry, it’s not my business, but I saw your bruises and I guess I freaked out a little.”

The blonde smiles prettily and Anna feels a flutter low in her stomach.  “It’s okay. I just got mixed up in a bar fight last night.  Thanks for asking.”

Bar fight.  Now Anna has the mental image of this walking bombshell kicking drunkard ass.  Yep, definitely descended from a Viking.

Anna ignores it (files it away for later) and extends her hand. “Sorry again for bothering you.  I’m Anna Lykke.”

“Elsa Ulfsson,” the blonde replies and takes Anna’s hand.  Her dainty hands are slightly calloused and carry a firm but gentle grip.  Anna recalls her dad saying that a handshake like this belongs to a person you don’t want to get on the bad side of.  “I already know who you are.”

“Wait, what?”

Elsa shrugs and Anna valiantly tries to ignore the noticeable flex in her bare shoulders.  “Arendelle’s a small town.  Everybody knows each other, and it doesn’t take long for people to notice a new face.”

Makes sense, Anna thinks.  “S-so, um. What do you do around here, Elsa?”

Elsa’s face brightens a little.  “Carpentry.  I wanted to study architecture, but the city college life isn’t for me.  This works out pretty well though, and the pay’s not bad. Plus, I tutor math on the side.”

Anna bites her lip.  Gorgeous, smart, and apparently tough enough to hold her own in a brawl; so her type.  

“Can I assume you’ve heard about the L.O.U.S. sightings?” Anna hazards a guess, throwing in a film reference to gauge her new acquaintance’s taste in entertainment.

It takes half a second for Elsa to catch her meaning.  “Lupines of Unusual Size?  I don’t believe they exist.”  No sooner do the words leave Elsa’s mouth when she twists around in search of potential ambush predators, and Anna can’t stop her peal of laughter.

Definitely her type.

It’s not until a big blonde man in similar attire to Elsa grabs their attention.  Elsa smiles apologetically.

“Sorry, but I’ve got to run.  Duty calls.”

“No, it’s cool.  And hey,” Anna grabs a napkin and whips out her pen, scribbles on it.  “If you want to, feel free to give me a call or text when you’re done.”  She hands Elsa the napkin.

The blonde carpenter takes one look at the contents and her fair features are already flushing pink.  God, even the way she blushes is adorable.

“Are you sure?  I don’t want to interrupt your research or anything…”

“Don’t worry about it!  I’d like to get to know you better, if that’s all right.”Anna feels warmth swell up in her chest when Elsa beams at her.

“Yeah!” Elsa cheers, then clears her throat and repeats at a lower volume.  “I mean, yeah.  I’d like that a lot.  So, um, I’ll call you later!”

Elsa waves and goes to join the blonde man at checkout, Anna giggling at the bounce in her step.  It reminds her of a puppy.

Kristoff gives Elsa a smug look as they exit the shop.  “What was that about werewolf puberty?  You worry too much, fuzzball.”

“Laugh it up, mutt,” Elsa sighs, not once losing her dopey smile.  She’ll have her head in the clouds all day.

“Making friends with Elsa, ja?” The big teddy bear of a clerk beams with infectious cheerfulness.  “That’s good!  Dear girl doesn’t have a lot of friends, and I worry a bit.”

“She certainly seems capable, though,” Anna grins back. “Apparently she can hold her own in a bar fight.”  Anna bites her lip and focuses on the selection of chewing gum, trying to ignore how much she enjoys the mental image of such a beautiful woman in the thick of it.

The clerk frowns a little.  “Bar fight?”

“Yeah, she said there was a fight at the bar and she got caught in the middle.”

“Oh.  See, that’s news to me.  I know the barkeep and he says last night was pretty slow, actually.”

anonymous asked:

I like the idea of Anna wearing skirts with no panties so that he can just eat her out whenever without the mess of clothes

I have a head canon about this kind of. We all agree that Kristoff follows Anna’s lead on how far they’re gonna go, pre-marriage canonverse. So maybe he’s slid his hand under her skirts before, only to be met with all the petticoats and bloomers and stockings and whatever else she’s wearing. And that was still kind of exciting for him and he never wanted to press her for anything more. Except one day their kisses, like they do sometimes, turned a little more intense, the petting a little heavier. When he slips his hand underneath her dress he’s met with soft bare skin. He looks at Anna who’s staring at him, biting her lip mischievously. She wraps her little fingers around his wrist and guides his hand to her center. It’s so hot and wet that Kristoff feels himself harden at the touch alone. Anna pushes herself onto his hand and begs him to push his fingers inside of her.


This is the story I was going to write for the Haunted prompt for Kristanna Week, but I couldn’t get a handle on it then. I think I’ve got it now.

This is part of my Anna Begins AU so if you’re not familiar with that, you should probably read the other parts first - Part 1, Part 2, Recessional

Rated T.

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anonymous asked:

Kristoff treating Elsa like the big sister he never knew he always wanted? And Elsa falling into the role so easily because she was BORN to be a big sister?


“Stay still, Kristoff,” Elsa says, sounding wholly unsympathetic as she continues to wipe at the deep scratch on his left arm.

Behind her, Anna flashes him a sympathetic grin, still poking gingerly at her freshly-bandaged forehead. Kristoff scowls; it’s not fair she got to go first. ”I thought I was,” he mumbles, and then decides to chance a look up, “Are you…mad?”

Elsa pauses, staring at the cloth in her hand like it’s a particularly difficult chess puzzle. “No,” she says, before pressing down just a tad too hard onto his wound. He makes a sound that is decidedly not a manly bellow. “There, now we can wrap this up.”

Kristoff groans, sure that this has to be punishment. It’s not his fault that Anna had wanted to go on a three-person sled ride, okay; it’s not his fault that wolves decide to attack literally every time they go anywhere; and it’s certainly not his fault that Elsa—

Elsa, he realizes suddenly, is still wearing her riding gloves.

"I just wonder,” she says now, the picture of regal serenity, “If His Royal Highness, Prince Consort of Arendelle, Ice Master and Deliverer—”

Anna does a celebratory kind of wiggle—official titles!—but Kristoff just grimaces, because this sentence can’t be going anywhere good.

“I wonder,” Elsa says, gripping his arm even tighter now, “If during the events of today His Royal Highness ever thought about how audacious and utterly stupid—”

"I was trying to be protective and stuff!”

“You threw me,” Elsa says flatly, shooting him a withering look. “You literally picked me up, and threw me off the sled.”

“Anna made me.”

“Did not!”

“No one asked either of you to fight wolves for me,” Elsa says, voice sharp now. The temperature in the room abruptly takes a dip, and he watches as her hands shake, just once. She still hasn’t taken the gloves off.

Kristoff sees Anna bite her lip, opens his mouth, and then closes it again. It’s definitely not his place.

"No one asked you to push me out of the way of that arrow last week,” he says anyway.

Ringing silence.

“Or,” he says, hurriedly and not at all high pitched, nope–“No one asked you to do that thing when Anna fell off the roof of the palace–”

“Yeah!” Anna says, catching on, “When you jumped after me and like, flew? With your magic?”


“That's not the same!” Elsa’s eyes flash and for a second Kristoff thinks that her gloves might be icing over–then the rigid line of her shoulders seems to snap in half, and she slumps down. “That’s not the same,” she repeats, dropping her head into her hands. “I’m the one who–”

“It is the same,” Anna says, quiet now. She scoots sideways, so that her shoulder can touch Elsa’s, so she can brace Elsa up. “Do you think we like it when you scar for us?”

Elsa doesn’t respond. Kristoff watches the frost on the walls grow and recede with each breath she takes, and then clears his throat. “Actually–I wouldn’t mind having you catch Anna like that again–that was just awesome.”

Anna shoots him a scandalized look, but Elsa laughs–a shaky thing, but it’s there. “You two,” she says, rubbing her forehead, “You two are the most tiresome people in all of Arendelle.”

“Well,” he says, leaning over so he can reach Elsa’s hand, “Yeah, probably.”

He starts taking her gloves off; finger by finger, left then right. She doesn’t stop him.

Anna classes herself as ‘’Straight?’’

Anna is so beyond straight i dunno maybe she’s sexually confused like in the movie when she said ‘’ just because you’re making me very sexually confused.’’ and fyi she improvised the insults to Kommissar.
But i think she is genuinely confused because the comments she makes about girls like the one comment she said ‘’ im a boob man’’ katy perry boobs! and when she comments about her and Brittany and the shower scene she was like ‘’ I’ve got it memorized.’’ meaning she has Brittany’s body memorized.
I also think that because Anna has a boyfriend she can’t truly be who she wants to be yes, she said she’s said she’s ‘’Straight.’’ but i just think she’s confused, I genuinely feel that she has feelings or something for Brittany? i mean the way she acts around her is so not straight like when they are in interviews together Anna cant help but look at Brittany’s lips whenever she’s talking and i think the same goes for Brittany im not just saying this because i ship Sendrick but i genuinely do feel as if these something more between them then just ‘’ friends’’ you know? something neither of them has the courage to say.

here’s some evidence to make your mind up.


look at how Anna’s looking at Brittany’s lips like she’s thinking about how Brittany’s lips would taste on hers.

Originally posted by lifeisbechloe


Just look how Anna’s about to whip Brittany and Anna’s got her tongue out her eyes are on Brittany’s arse and her little coy cheeky smile to Anna, she’s loving every second of it.

Originally posted by brittany-snodes


just look at how as Brittany’s leaning in as if she’s about to kiss Anna, Brittany’s eyes glance down to Anna’s lips as if to say this situation is making me want to kiss you but i cant because its not in the script.

Originally posted by not-so-average-fangirl


Just look at how Brittany’s looking over at Anna and laughing to herself and Anna catches Brittany looking and Brittany shyly looks away, [defo reading the tent scene]

Originally posted by antisocialclimber


This is the most precious thing i mean its like Brittany and Anna are serenading eachother i mean what? like they Bump hips and as Brittany looks away Anna’s eyes are still fixated on Brittany like i fucking love you so much dear god.

Originally posted by just-a-little-old-fashioned-love

Just look how Anna deliberately says ‘’ A Blue Bird was getting me Dressed.’’ and looks in Brittany’s direction to see her reaction and it looks like Brittany’s blushing or imagining Dressing Anna. ‘’ You’re so Weird.’’ 

and after that the interviewer was saying what about you Brittany? and she said to Anna you’re so weird then after that its like Brittany was so flustered she stuttered and said i dont sing anymore… and the interviewer said do you have nodes? and Brittany said yeah i have Nodes like in the movie. and Anna interjected and said ‘’You’re weird!’’ Brittany said i dunno what to say to this… you’re making this weird!

Originally posted by thisgingerlovesbechloe

In all of the excitement Brittany checks on Anna to see if she’s smiling and happy its so clear that Brittany adores the Bones off Anna its obvious i mean just look at the way Brittany checks on Anna and when she does she gets so happy its like it makes her even more happier. 

Originally posted by kenfrick

The almost Kiss thing probably gets to me like even before they lean in and show how close they were and that they could of kissed, like Brittany’s face she’s so up for it she wanted to kiss Anna and Anna’s face was like is this really happening?!.

Originally posted by bechloe-mitcheale

Anna tried so hard not to Look down while looking into Brittany’s eyes while singing as they were both half naked but she couldn’t resist anymore so she took hold of her urges. 

Originally posted by vampire-princess

Just look at how Brittany goes into Kiss Anna and Anna’s obviously liking it so much the general overall cuteness of these two. 

Originally posted by flashlig-ht

It looks like Anna’s saying something on the lines of ‘’Bhloe?’’ in the conversation with Brittany and clapping her hands together and Brittany laughing. WHY have i never seen this before?!

Originally posted by 22-fall-in-love

Look at this how Brittany’s face though as she’s about to turn around to face Anna it looks like she bites her lip its just so not Chloe this is a total Brittany moment. 

Originally posted by secretly-a-dinosaur

Just look how close Brittany pulls Anna in so close that her hands lands right below Brittany’s vagina? like Brittany you’re being so obvious right now and look how close they are.

Anna could of moved her hands like to a different direction to where they first landed but she chose not to, these two kill me with their utterly gayness towards eachother.

Originally posted by haim-thebang

We Should Go; if this isn’t a sign i dont know what is because Brittany and Anna are reunited and coincidentally Titanium starts playing and Brittany and Anna getting all awkward, if that’s not a sign then i dunno what is. 

Originally posted by donuthea

What straight person would say to their friend who they have just seen naked in a movie ‘’ Ive got it memorized’’ as in she’s got Brittany’s body memorized.

Originally posted by alyicasquids

Anna’s not so subtly side eye fucking Brittany and Brittany catches her and her face she’s loving every second of it her cheeky smirk to Anna as she looks away.

Originally posted by brittany-snodes

This so isn’t a Chloe and Moment this a Brittany just looking adoringly at Anna moment she adores Anna so much that little smile on her face and Anna feels her looking so she’s getting nervous.

Originally posted by donuthea

There you have it! these the evidence but there is so much more with these two they have such a bond such a connection its obvious these some underlying feelings between them like seriously how can you just sit there and tell me these two are straight and are ‘’ Just friends’’ and don’t share some feelings towards one another, you can literally tell that there’s something more between them then just friends the interviews together for a start.

"We May" (Frozen, MA)

Rating: MA for very, very  strong sexual situations (not kidding, guys. This is PWP kink fic. Dom/sub play, dirty talk, toys… don’t look at me like that, it’s smut week.)
Words: 3,136
Pairing(s): Kristanna
Summary: Anna’s always been the adventurous sort, and damn if Kristoff can’t help but meet her halfway.

Notes: For Kristanna Smut Week Day #1, “Roses Are Red”. It’s only very, very tangentially related to the prompt, but, uh, I don’t know if anyone is going to care. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go hide for like three weeks.

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Welcome Home (Part 5)

WOW! This chapter just rolled off my fingers. That’s a good thing I suppose!! Anyway, i hope you enjoy it!!

By your second day of work on Tuesday, you already know you’re going to love it here. When you’re out in the field with the creatures, you don’t even think about Owen or the past or any of the mess, you just revel in their beauty. The Apatosauruses are extremely big but surprisingly gentle. In fact, they love to be pet and hand fed; this probably is how they were treated as babies. However, you haven’t heard from Anna since Sunday, and you’re in desperate need of some girl time. Your coworkers, while friendly, aren’t exactly the type of people you like to hang out with, and you hate to call or text her, in case she’s hanging out with Owen. It’s just easier to not think about him at all.

By Wednesday, you finally give in and go to text her, but just as you do, your phone rings.

“Hey! Sorry I’ve been out of touch, it’s been so busy over here. We should hang out tonight!” The excitement and real kindness I her voice makes you smile, and you accept readily, making plans. When you show up to her trailer later, she’s got two beer bottles on the counter and a large pot cooking on the stove.

“It’s chicken and dumplings,” She says when she sees you staring at it. “The guys at work love it so I thought I’d make a big batch and take some in tomorrow.”

“That’s really nice of you.” You smile at her as she dries her hands and you both pick up a beer. “I guess you’re kinda like the mom of the group, huh?” you ask, teasingly.

“Well, more like the big sister I would say,” She returns, “I look after them, but they don’t always listen.” She winks and you can’t help but laugh at this. Being around her is so effortless; if someone as great as her trusts Owen so much, maybe you should too. But you put that thought out of your mind so as not to get sentimental.

“So, you said works has been busy this week. Is that not normal?” You ask her, trying to make conversation and she jumps on it quickly.

“Oh my gosh, yes!” Her eyes get wide as she tells you about the boy who got pulled into the paddock. You listen, slightly in awe, as she tells how brave Owen was, facing the raptors in the cage. “I mean, I know you probably don’t want to hear it, but everyone thinks he’s a hero.”

For some reason, talking about him like this doesn’t make you feel sad or angry, you actually smile.

“Yeah, well he was always hero material. He’s got that kind of heart.”

You take another sip of your beer and she smirks at you, “Is that right? Y/n, be careful talking like that, people might get the wrong impression.”

You laugh at her and ask playfully, “And what impression is that?”

“That you don’t hate his guts.” This sends you both into a fit of giggles.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want anyone thinking that.” You wink and continue to laugh with her. After the food is finished, you make a bowl and sit next to her on the couch. She puts in a DVD and you smile when you see the opening scene for The Little Mermaid playing.

“I hope you don’t mind?” she asks, raising her eyebrows.

“Are you kidding? I love Disney movies!” You can’t hide your enthusiasm that you actually have something in common with her. By the end of the movie, you’ve already got your ice cream bowls in your hands when someone knocks at the door. You hear his voice through the door and she looks at you, biting her lip.

“Hey Anna, are you home?” He calls from the door.  You look at her and just nod for her to answer it, pulling the blanket on your lap tighter to your chest. She gets up and goes to the door, opening it just far enough to see him.

“What’s up?” She asks quietly, and you hear his response.

“I lost my keys to the paddock and I don’t have time to get a copy ‘cause I’m heading it at 5 tomorrow. Can I borrow yours?” She lets out a heavy sigh and nods.

“Yes, but this is the last time,” She says sternly. The thought of Owen losing his keys often brings a small smile to your face for reasons you don’t understand. “Wait here.” She says as she turns and heads to the kitchen.

Owen ignores her request though, and pushes open the door to walk in, only to freeze when he sees you on the couch.  He quickly regains his composure and nods at you.

“Hey. Girls night in?” He asks, a little shyly. If you’re going to even contemplate forgiving him, you’re going to have to learn how to act civil. Glaring at him all the time is not doing anything for you. You put on a tight smile and try to look normal.

“Yeah, Little Mermaid and Ice cream. She sure knows how to treat a girl.” He chuckles lightly at this as Anna walks back in the room. She seems shocked at first to see Owen inside, but relaxes when she sees both of you laughing.

“I hope you two aren’t laughing at my expense,” She says, in mock embarrassment.

“No,” Owen pipes up, “just complimenting your dating skills.” This causes another round of snickers from the two of you and Anna holds out her keys, dropping them in Owen’s open hand.

“Thanks” he says, kissing her on the cheek. “I owe you big tim then looks to you and smiles.

“Have a good night ladies.” You smile back, unable to do anything but just nod at him.

When you hear his bike pull away, Anna drops next to you on the couch.

“Well, that didn’t seem too bad.” She says cheerfully, looking to you for an explanation.

“Yeah,” you rub the back of your neck, realizing how tense you had actually been. “I’m not doing either of us any good by being mad, I guess. Might as well at least try to be friendly. Especially since you’re his friend and I’m not really going to be able to avoid seeing him.”

Anna smiles widely at this, “Excellent point! In fact, this Friday some of the employees are having a bonfire down by the lake. I’d love for you to come!” You try to stop the grimace that flashes across your face, but she sees it. “You don’t have to, of course. He will be there, but maybe it will be easier, being with a group and not having to be alone with him.” She raises her eyebrows and you just smile.

“I’ll think about it.”

This gets you a smile from her in return and she answers back. “You’re coming.” She gets a smug look on her face and looks back towards the screen which she has now switched to television, “You won’t be able to stay away from him for long.”

You stare at her in shock and grab a pillow to smack her with, “Anna!”

She puts up her hands defensively, “Hey, hey I’m just teasing. You’ll do whatever you want to.”

You laugh at her and say, “Damn straight,” before she grabs a pillow of her own and hits the back of your head.

“Don’t challenge me to a pillow fight, because I will win.” You both laugh and continue to gossip for the rest of the night about work and home and the tabloids. It’s a new feeling since getting here to not be tiptoeing around Owen’s name and not to feel upset every time you hear it.

Friends, you think to yourself; Maybe you could just be friends.

The Dragon Queen

A/N:  Alight here’s day 7.  I’ll come back to six once I get a decent idea. I’ve had this idea for sometime now, but reticently I put it on the back burner until I worked out some kinks with it.

In the middle a forest a woman stood sword drawn listening to every sound the place offered.  From the birds singing a joyous mid-morning tune.  Rushing water from a near by stream.  The wind rustling leaves in the trees and the on the ground, blowing through her fiery red locks, and whispering in her ear. Though there were two noises she searched for – no longed to hear.  Both extremely rare and sought after for years by hunters and warriors from her village.  The first a roar from a beast so dangerous and powerful that its call pierces the sky and can rattle anyone’s nerves.  The second, a noise that echoed in her ears, invaded her daytime thoughts, and nightly dreams: the sound of ice creaking upon the landscape.

Anna ran a hand through her hair linger on an area where the strands were colder and white.  To everyone else in her village they saw it as a curse, and gave her scorn whereever she went.  To her it was something special a gift from someone who saved her and her sworn enemy. It was a day Anna would never forget.  The moment would forever haunt her darkest nightmares, and entertain her deepest and forbidden fantasies as she got older. 

It was normal just another other in the small town of Arendelle a place she had lived in since she was born.  She was enjoying the sun and playing with her best friend Kristoff.  Like most children they were oblivious to the danger that lurked beyond the wooden gate always guarded every day and every night.  She heard hushed murmurs of what shadowy monsters roamed  the forest.  Though her mom chased her question away telling her they were silly stories to prevent child from venturing into the woods.

With her new red shiny ball in hand Anna called to her friend, “Alright Kristoff here it comes."  Rolling the toy Kristoff’s hazel eyes were locked on ready to kick it as far as he could.  Kicking it the ball went flying through the air both children watched memorized as it sailed farther from them but closer to the gate. Meeting gazes they chased after finding it rolling through crack of the fence just big enough for someone just there size to squeeze through. 

Anna slapped her friend’s arm for losing her ball.  "I saved up a months wore of chore money for that ball, reindeer boy,” she scoffed.

Kristoff took off his hat feeling guilty.  “I’m sorry Anna.  I’ll work extra hard to get you a new one,” he promised.  “Are we still friends?”

Even though she liked that ball it could never replace her best friend.  Smiling Anna replied, “Yeah, of course, but you owe me some of chocolate pudding.”

“Alright, my treat.  Race ya.” Kristoff took without realizing Anna stayed behind.

She glanced back at the gate wondering if she could slip through the hole. Biting her bottom lip Anna knew leaving the sanctity of the enclosed area could spell trouble for her.  Yet, she really wanted her ball back and most of the people did call her a spirally one as well as stubborn.  Looking toward the road leading back to safety and Kristoff she made her choice. 

Anna ducked under the hole squeezing though the tiny gap with a final grunt she made it through.  She gasped wide-eyed at the magical sight before her.  The whole world had changed from a dull brown, bustling town to a lush green practically alien to her. Anna could hear the bird chirping, feeling the wind caressing her face, and smell the fresh air.  The girl wondered what the fuss was about for such a serene place.  Remembering why she ventured passed the gate Anna began to seek out her ball.  Coming to the edge of the grass it dropped off to a hill.  In a squeal of delight Anna fell rolling down the hill covering her tangled red locks with blades of grass and flowers.  Giggling at the bottom teal eyes looked up seeing the clear blue sky above.  The beating sun made her tired yawning Anna nodded off with the beaming suns rays lulling her asleep.

The afternoon soon turned to dusk the sun sinking lower in the western sky.  A mighty roar echoed through the woods alarming Anna jolting her out of her sleep.  Frantically Anna looked around having briefly forgotten she wasn’t in her home or the village.  Getting up her shadow had gotten longer making her actually quite fearful of what exactly made that sound.  Brushing the foliage off Anna glanced around trying to remember how to get home.  Another roar had Anna scrambling to get as far away from it as possible, but she only got a few feet away. A large shadow blocked out the setting sun.  Wings as black as night flapped knocking Anna down from the sheer force of mighty gust.  On her knees Anna knew what the creature was, but she couldn’t believe her very eyes.  She muttered the name somewhere between sounding like a prayer and curse, “Dragon.” 

The dragon landed with a such force the ground shook and earth cracked.  The massive beast looked at Anna with its charcoal black eyes, and Anna could see her very reflection.  Nostrils flared with every inhale upon the exhale warm breath breezed through her hair.  The monster opened it mouth showcasing large yellow fangs the tips stained with fresh blood.  In the back of the mouth orange and red formed.  Anna closed her eyes waiting for the scorching heat of the fire, nothing happened.  She felt a raw icy chill in the air, an even louder roar, and the blood curdling sound of a death whine.  Reopening her eyes Anna noticed the black dragon laying on the ground dead, and a woman beside the carcass.

The woman looked just as wild as the forest itself. Her snowy white hair in matted tangled tufts.  In the red and orange light Anna noticed the blood smeared upon her cheeks and making them a violent red.  The woman wore a dress that sparkled under the dimming light.  Anna could have sworn it was made of ice, but that would be impossible.  She rose from the beasts carcass causing Anna to freeze.  Brilliant blue eyes locked onto hers and the younger girls breath caught.  For having just murdered a monster those majestic, mysterious icy blue eyes held a hint of concern.  Walking closer Anna noticed her feet were bare and with each stride closer ice formed upon the earth. Anna couldn’t will herself to move for she feared the wild woman would kill her as well.  She bent down and slowly reached out to touch the girl’s cheek Anna cringed away closing her eyes again.  “It’s okay little one I won’t hurt you." 

Anna opened her eyes at the soft gentle tone the woman spoke with.  She nodded, but still flinched at the strange woman’s touch.  Being so close to someone who killed something, but seemed so kind Anna could see a small dusting of freckles on either side of her nose.  Her touch pricked her tender young skin, but it also felt soothing with comfort.  “Sorry, you had to see that human, but sometimes my followers tend to go rogue, and I have no control of their actions then. That means I must disposal of them before they can do any real harm to themselves or anyone.”

She finally found her voice, “T-thank you.”

“You know I have never seen a human child this close,” the dragon lady leaned closer examining Anna further.  “It’s rather interesting.”

“I heard dragons k-kidnap kids.”

The woman gave a lighthearted chuckle, “Not everything you hear about my kind is true.”  Hearing shouts in the distance.  “Now, if you will excuse me, I must leave.  Your kind and I are enemies.”

Anna watched the woman start to leave, “Um wait,” she paused, “Will I ever you see you again?”

Turning the dragon woman knelt down placing a kiss along Anna’s hairline.  She shivered a bit as the woman’s cold lips upon her skin and would later realize what had happened.  “Perhaps when you are older we will meet again.  On what side you will be on only time will tell.” 

Anna felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist picking her she found the familiar eyes of her father tears in her eyes as he hugged his daughter knowing she was safe and sound.  Though Anna was far too distracted as she watched the tail of her savior disappear into the clouds wondering how long she would have to wait to see her again.

Still siting on her rock in the forest a noise caught her caught her attention.  Getting quickly she followed it to a clear where the waterfalls meet a stream.  Ducking into the brush saw a figure standing under the rushing water.  Reading her crossbow she waited wondering, and praying it was her target.  The person emerged from the water naked, save for long blonde locks covering her breast.  Anna nearly dropped her bow recognizing the female as the one and only dragon queen, and her savior long ago.

Night Watch

Note: nothing is what it seems in this ficlet. also, i highly suggest you read to the end. because i put the smut there haha

also, plot… what’s that?


“You summoned me, milady?”

It was a most unusual hour to be called to the queen’s chamber, thought the captain of the guard. But an order was an order.

The Princess Regent, Anna, gave no reply, keeping a pensive gaze on the roaring fireplace as if deep in thought. The Captain let out a short exhale. It was difficult to imagine the young woman as regent, ruler in place of her sister. She had a reputation for being reckless, lacking the grace of Her Majesty. But, the Captain thought, she had a heart for her people, and statesmanship was a teachable skill. In fact, had not the Princess Regent arranged tomorrow’s ball for the delegates to the fishing negotiations, and all on her own? And had she not brought her sister back from the treacherous North Mountains during the eternal winter?

Anna let out a sigh, rising from her kneeling position. The Captain’s breath caught again. It was most difficult to remember sometimes that the Princess Regent was a beautiful young woman, but the glow of the fire and the fact that she was wearing the dress she had worn to the queen’s coronation, which left her shoulders and her neck bare, drove home the point.

The Captain coughed, and then straightened up again, attempting to hide a blush. Those shoulders and that neck, with their milky soft skin – no, it would be well out of line to dwell on them, much less reach out and touch them. There was a gulf between the Royal Family and staff that was not to be breached.

“Yes, captain. I wanted to inquire about the state of the preparations for the delegates’ ball tomorrow. As you well know, my sister has yet to return from the export negotiations in Corona.”

Anna regarded the captain with an appraising eye. The soldier seemed young, close to her own age, most unusual for one promoted to Captain of the Royal Guard. She bit her lip. Though not of royal lineage, the Captain was a regal figure indeed. Platinum blond hair (with a stray lock gracing the Captain’s forehead, she noticed) framed two ice-blue, intense eyes. The captain could have been mistaken for a royal indeed, leonine bearing in that red uniform evident despite the obvious attempts to control it. It was how a leader of a kingdom would look. 

It was one of the many reasons the captain had caught her eye. As the captain proceeded to elaborate on the preparations for her safety during the ball, she found herself inattentive to the narration. She was too focused on the Captain’s eyes, which seemed to be watching her every move.

She wasn’t wrong.

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