Unfriendly reminder that Caitlin Snow is still kidnapped and deserves someone who cares about her. She’s a pure cinnamon roll, a true hero without powers, who deserves better than being fucking kidnapped for a few episodes and having no one who would try to save her. CAITLIN SNOW DESERVES BETTER. 

Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.
—  Vincent Van Gogh
Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’

Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.

—  Vincent Van Gogh

Rating: 4/5
*Warning: Very, very, very mild spoilers*

Boy meets Girl. Boy and Girl get ripped apart by deep rooted faerie feuding. Girl is banished from her world and dreams of Boy for years until he makes an unexpected reappearance.

So begins the tale of the first book in the Bitter Frost series. Breena is a faerie princess, banished from her kingdom and forced to live in the mortal world with no recollection of her life in the faerie courts aside from a reaccuring dream. One night, which she originally planned to spend with her best friend as, of course, a quiet evening at home, changes the course of her life when her mother goes missing, she’s nearly kidnapped, and the boy from her dreams decides to tumble back into her life.

Out of all the books on faeries I’ve read that involve seasonal courts, I don’t think I’ve ever found one where the heroine falls for someone from the Winter Court (or as handsome sounding as Kian is…) Then, of course, I stumbled across Bitter Frost. It truly is a dazzling read, and my vivid imagination soaked up every detail about Feyland (although, I positively cannot stand that name). Let’s put the bad before the good, shall we?

- Obvious typos and grammatical errors. A pet peeve, but really not a big deal in the long run.

- During the first battle with Delano, he goes from pixie to Pixie King in about six paragraphs, but several chapters later Breena is shocked to hear Delano is the Pixie King.

- During the aforementioned battle, Delano suddenly has weapons out of nowhere, and they way it is written makes it seem like they’ve been around the whole fight. This is also the case with Kian during the minotaur battle.

- The book is slightly too fast paced in the beginning. However, this is quickly resolved once Breena gets to Feyland.

- I don’t really like that there are dashes where commas should be in the text. Some dashes are where they should be, but commas would have been a lot more appropriate. This is just my opinion.

- Too many exclamation points! Faeries are not human; they don’t react like humans, they’re overconfident, sure of themselves. Even in dire situations, they don’t seem the type to get too…overexcited.

- The scene where Kian’s release is being negotiated is written a bit confusingly. I had to flip the page back a few times to try figuring out who was glamoured as who and who was being swapped for who.

- Breena is spunky! Too often we see heroines who meekly go along with what’s happening or want to take some sort of action but are too afraid to. Not in Breena’s case. I could read her narrative forever. We need more heroines like this in YA. Seven books in this series so far, keep ‘em coming!

- Breena immediately settles into her role as Summer princess. Another thing I see in YA is a girl who finds out she has some sort of role in the supernatural world and is either nervously reluctant to accept it or stamps her foot down and says she won’t go. Breena thinks, “I’m a princess, darn it, so I better start acting like one.” Breena is one of my new favorite YA heroines.

- Ahh, the imagery! I’m used to reading urban faerie fiction, where the Fair Folk have had to settle in amongst human cities and make due with living with or around them. It’s been a while since I’ve read something where faeries have their own realm, and what a beautiful realm it is. Descriptions of little things also put a smile on my face, such as the stones in Delano’s throne and how each race has a different colored blood, and a fitting color at that.

And finally, we have both a pro and a con. I started reading this book around six o clock in the evening and had it done by about eight thirty. The con to this is that I usually like my YA books to last me at least two or three days (nine or so if it’s, say, an omnibus) because if I’m halfway through and it’s amazing I’ll go buy the next one so I can jump right back into the story. The pro to this is that I can buy the rest of the series and zip through them all in one afternoon without having to flip back through an old one because I forgot some important character’s role or the actions of some minor character that will be important in the long run. Since I have many an unread book in my collection, and Spring Frost comes out in April, I think as soon as there’s a nice little bit of money in my wallet, I’ll invest in the rest of the series (currently, I own 1-4) and save them for a nice, warm summer day, so I can relax on my pool deck and spend a few hours in Feyland..

I’ve certainly become a fan of this series and can’t wait to see what happens to Breena, Kian, and Logan, and what Delano has up his sleeve. Here’s to the hope that this series lasts at least ten books.


It was a strange dawn, so unlike the sunrises in my world. First, a deep red light was cast over the mountainside. I thought at first that some creatures had set the woods aflame, for in the human world the only light that makes that color is fire. Then it faded into orange, a ripe, juicy color, before gradually turning into the bright golden yellow we in human-land only associated with summer days at noon; those rare stolen hours on beaches or in meadows…

Is He a Kristoff or a Hans?

You know when you meet someone new, and you’re not sure if they’re actually cool or if they’re just trying to get close to you in order to betray you and steal your kingdom? This handy guide will help you determine if you’re dealing with a Kristoff or a Hans.

Is he side-eyeing your kingdom with a look of desire?

Not really, no. → Got yourself a Kristoff.
Yes, as a matter of fact. → RED ALERT. RED ALERT. HE IS A HANS.

What’s his stance on gloves?
“They are utilitarian components of proper winter wear, necessary to protect one’s digits by staving off the bitter frost of winter.” → Kristoff.
“Stylish!” → Hans.

How long has he been waiting to find his own place?
His whole life! → You’ve got a Hans on your hands.
He got adopted when he was like, around 8 years old or something, so I don’t know, maybe 8 years? → Ding, ding, ding! Kristoff.

TIP: Look him in the eye and confidently say the phrase, “Marrying a man I just met.” If he responds, “You can’t,” then he’s a Kristoff. If he replies, “Yes, please” and then picks you up and swings you in three circles, he’s a Hans.

How’s his reindeer’s attitude?
Cheerful, optimistic, generally helpful. → Kristoff
Haughty and emboldened by the knowledge of its impenetrable royal status. → Hans

How meticulous does he seem to be about his sideburns?
Very. → Hans
No one even knows exactly what lies beneath that mop of hair. → Kristoff

Play a word association game with him using only innocuous, completely neutral words.
If he’s a Kristoff, he’ll answer with buzzwords like, “ice,” “reindeers,” “supply and demand,” and “I can live with that.”
If he’s a Hans he’ll just chant the phrase, “A kingdom of my very own” over and over.

Was he raised by literal trolls?
YES → He might literally be Kristoff.
NO → Definitely not a Kristoff; possibly a Hans.

How much of a fixer upper is he?
A bit → Likely a Kristoff.
You’ve gotta start by addressing his traitorous impulses and go from there. → HANS HANS HANS HANS

“You’re okay, Anna. I’ve got you.”   –[Frozen Fanart, Snow Sisters]


Courtesy of searlait 8D:


Elsa was desperate, fending them off, knowing Anna was behind her - she had to protect Anna. At all costs, she had to see Anna home safely. She threw out everything she had, everything she never knew she had.

But there were so many of them.

And she felt the blade at her cheek; sharp, bitter pain like frost at a window. She gasped, and jerked back, feeling the blood so hot against her face, falling to the ice below her feet.

And Anna was there. Throwing herself against their attackers.

Elsa cried out, grabbed for her, but she was gone, barehanded and fearless, because someone had dared to touch her sister.

And in a moment, they had disappeared into the haze of Elsa’s blizzard, disappeared as quickly as they had come - but had they come forAnna? But it made no sense. Elsa was the threat. Elsa had always been the threat.

A heap in the snow, motionless in the maelstrom. Elsa ran for her, gathered her up, desperate and pleading, pleading, for her to respond. Anna heavy in her arms: Elsa held her, and stumbled through the storm.


of winter’s frost

closed starter for @bae-of-the-sea

The cold is piercing. It was the first thought that came into his mind the moment he sets foot outside his humble abode and the bitter frost ate at his feet almost as if it had been starving since Winter bid the land hello. Narsus did not like the cold, did not like wearing thick clothing, hiding under half a dozen layers of fabric only in hopes that he could retain the warmth. 

And so, as the stubborn man he is he went out in his usual attire, ignoring the icy cold as winter’s wind rolls by like a knife against his cheek. He had been roaming the forest when he pauses suddenly, sensing the presence of another being nearby with not the most friendly aura. 

“Perhaps it’s time you show yourself?” he jeers , voice echoing in the empty, still air, directed at particularly no one. Except the person who had been following him since he emerged from his little hermit’s hut.