they have something in common… either that, or this is the prequel to my drawing of Hans from last May
I’ve had this idea for the longest but now that it’s winter (for pretty much everyone else in the northern hemisphere), now was a good time to draw it. This was my first time drawing Marshmallow and I noticed some mistakes I made in my May drawing so I may go back to fix them. I know that Hans would actually be smaller next to Marshmallow but my cartoons have the head-to-body ratio of a stylized chibi and Hans already looks pretty tiny right now, imagine if I had kept the proportions correct XD
For some random reason, I was thinking of King Agdar today–I used to have a huge problem with how he handled Elsa and Anna’s predicament to the point where it almost led me to hate him.
But his last act and his last words were his redeeming factors for me.
It dawned on me that he had FAITH in Elsa. He was at peace when he left. He wasn’t nervous, he didn’t flinch, he didn’t lecture her and give her a plethora of instructions to abide by in case she screws up. He didn’t tell her to “conceal, don’t feel, don’t let it show”–he simply said she’ll be fine.
He didn’t tell her to stay away from Anna. He didn’t tell her to lock her door. He didn’t sent a battalion of guards to make sure she’s nowhere close to her sister or the gates. He trusted her. He was the one who forged her to be the queen that she was. He was there for her through it all.
And he knew his girl will make the right decisions because he was the one who knew her best. Him and the Queen.
“You will be fine, Elsa.”
In a way, with these words, I feel like Agdar had set her free.
He smiles at her and tells her she’s gonna be okay. No rules, no advices, no counseling.
And he freaking dies. Those were his last words to her in the movie.
Yes, the King and the Queen could’ve taken a different approach to help Elsa. Yes, Elsa became the way she was because of a lot of “conditioning” to help her remind herself that her powers were not safe.
Yes, she didn’t really believe her father when he said she was going to be fine because all her life, she was convinced she needed guidance and a lot of discipline to live a somewhat “normal” life—but I truly believe Agdar trusted her right there and then. I think he always did.
He had faith in her. Subtle it may seem, but he did.
I think the real tragedy here lies in the fact that EVERYONE ELSE (that she [Elsa] loved) had faith in Elsa except for—Elsa.
And that is so inevitable and so heartbreaking and no one can blame her for that because it’s all she’s ever known: she’s a monster and she can’t be trusted with anyone especially Anna.
But in the end, Agdar was right: Elsa was fine. Elsa and Anna were both fine.
They found each other. And all is well in Arendelle.
So I switched it up a bit, Y/N and Michael’s storyline is different to Anna and Kristoff’s, but the roles are the same so Y/N is a Princess and Michael sells ice.
Warning: SMUT AND IM SO PROUD OF THIS!!😇
Summary: Y/N is the Princess of Arendelle, sister of the Ice Prince Ashton. She’s always disliked Michael, mainly because he disliked her. After 5 years of not seeing each other due to Y/N being on a Princess trip around the world, things get strange when she has to pick a Prince to marry.
I was the Princess Y/N of Arendelle. A Princess. I did not expect to be treated like this, especially starting a new school. I had gone into the forest, expecting to read a book by the riverside as it was now summer. Plus my brother, Ashton the Prince of Arendelle never liked to come out of his room. I was 14 and I wasn’t the best looking Princess but being jabbed in the side constantly wasn’t very nice. I had managed to get around halfway through the forest before tripping over a rock. Then Michael came out with his stupid moose or it might have been a reindeer Sven and started bothering me like always.
“Please get away from me” I groaned walking towards the glimmering water that I could see between the tree’s. I sped up my footing trying to get away from the blonde boy. Me and Michael had been like this for a while, he was the annoying kid with no parents and talked to rocks. At first when we met ages ago I felt bad for him, that was before he shoved a frog in my face and placed it on my hair.
“But why?” he giggled, treading on the backs of my shoes. Which happen to be my favourite pumps that my mum bought me for the royal ball. I turned round a glared at him.
“Because you’re annoying me” Michael was still the most annoying kid ever with his green eye’s and blonde hair, he was certainly no Prince material. I rolled my eye’s and skipped to the lake, outrunning Michael. I got down to the tree near the lake and sat against it, the bark most likely rubbing up my dress.
The lake appeared as if by magic as I crested the ridge. It was in teardrop-silver in colour and it was shaped like a perfectly flat disc of metal. No sound rang out from the shimmering emptiness of space around it. Monastery quiet, it was lined with pine trees and the whiff of mint wafted around.
You have a sister, you’re never gonna be alone. Other than when I’m not around. But even then I’ll be there in spirit. But that doesn’t matter because I’m here now and you’re not alone and– You know what I mean,it’s a nice thing.