Prologue - Daughter of JelsaDaughter of JelsaPrologue - Daughter of Jelsa by ElsaTinuviel
A Jelsa Fan-Fic
**Thirteen Years Before**
“She’s beautiful,” Elsa breathed, staring down at the tiny bundle in her arms. The baby’s face seemed to be all eyes – huge, ice-blue irises sparkling in the soft lighting of the bedroom.
Jack knelt by her side, his face glowing with happiness. “Yes,” he agreed. “She is. She looks just like you.”
Elsa looked up for a moment and smiled at him. “And she has your eyes. What should we name her?” she asked.
Jack thought for a moment. “Something…symbolic. Abigail?”
Elsa shook her head. “Symbolic, yes. But Abigail just doesn’t fit.”
They both fell silent for some time, staring at their tiny daughter. She had still made no noise. She put one tiny hand out of the blanket and grabbed wildly at the air. Her hand connected with the blanket, and tiny bit of frost spread its intricate patterns over the soft fabric.
StolenElsaStolen by ElsaTinuviel
Her name pushes its way through his thought, like a snowflake, soft and cold. The ache spreads through him, cold freezing every part of his unbelieving heart, until it slicks the walls of his grief with ice. The sheer, frozen walls of sorrow and agony over lost love. The ice coats them more thickly, slowly shutting out the world.
His lungs refuse to work, and he struggles to recall the last thing he said to her. It must have been hours ago, though it feels as though it was only minutes. “Be careful out there, okay?” She smoothes the front of his sweatshirt and gazes lovingly into his eyes. He laughs. “Don’t worry. I’ll always come back, Elsa. But will you come back to me?” She kisses him soundly. “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” He pulls back and meets her eyes. “You’re going to the battlefield. You can’t hide it from me.” She starts to say something and he puts a finger to her lips. “Ju
Where Fire and Ice Collide - Chapter OneWhere Fire and Ice CollideWhere Fire and Ice Collide - Chapter One by ElsaTinuviel
Ten-year-old Elsa lay in bed, huddled beneath the covers. She wanted to sleep – needed to sleep – but she was afraid. Afraid of the nightmares that she knew would come the moment she shut her eyes.
Still, she couldn’t fight off the waves of exhaustion. Her eyes drifted shut. If she could only sleep peacefully, just for a moment….
She woke up screaming. The images flashed through her mind again; Anna’s stricken face, staring at her as she shut the door; ice shooting from her hand in a desperate attempt to save her sister; a young woman in a maroon cape running across the fjord, snowflake patterns of ice as her bridge; a young man in a blue hooded shirt, holding a staff, gazing at the moon sorrowfully; the caped woman on a mountain, her expression a mix of relief and regret; the blue face of an ice sculpture of a girl; and most frightening, a young woman with a blonde braid in an orange gown, her eyes a blazing red-oran
On Wings of Ice On Wings of IceOn Wings of Ice by ElsaTinuviel
Many Months Later….
(After the technical ending of Frozen)
Elsa stood atop the battlements of the castle, staring over the fjords. Soft snowflakes flittered down from the dark grey clouds above, and her thoughts roamed free.
“A penny for your thoughts,” said a soft voice behind her.
Elsa jumped, surprised. Her sister moved to her side, ginger braids dancing in the wind. She caught Elsa’s startled look and grinned mischievously. Elsa shoved her playfully.
“I was just…you know,” she replied.
“I know…what?” Anna said.
“I was just thinking. Wondering.”
“Ah.” Anna was quiet for a minute. “Wondering about what, exactly?”
“You are so hopeless,” Elsa giggled. She snuck a glance at her sister, who noticed her lookin
A King and Queen of Ice 9A King and Queen of Ice: Chapter 9A King and Queen of Ice 9 by Ravens-Death
Parting us such sweet sorrow....
“A small misplacement of coin.” The princess said again, this time with an annoyed expression that nearly matched her sisters. “That’s why he dragged you out of that room?!”
Elsa said nothing, but crossed her arms a little tighter, trying to rein in her anger.
She had left Jack on the teetering edge of control and had very little time to recompose herself before she faced the Masters. A misplacement of nearly two hundred silver pieces that hadn’t been catalogued caused the Master of Coin to have a hissy fit. How she wished she could freeze him solid and return to her Lord of Snow. But she knew it wouldn’t benefit anyone, and by the time she came back down the hall she saw the window had been left open, and a touch of frost hung on the ledge. Her fury rose again and she’d stormed off towards the southern balcony, trying to find some peace of min
Everyone's a Bit of a Fixer UpperHe's just a bit of a fixer upperEveryone's a Bit of a Fixer Upper by XxScarletxRosexX
He's got a couple of bugs
His isolation is confirmation
Of his desperation for healing hugs
So he's a bit of a fixer upper
But we know what to do
The way to fix this fixer upper
Is to fix him up with you
We aren't saying you can change him
'Cause people don't really change
We're only saying that love's a force that's powerful and strange
People make bad choices if they're mad or scared or stressed
But throw a little love their way, and you'll bring out their best
True love brings out the best
Everyone's a bit of a fixer upper
That's what it's all about
Father, sister, brother
We need each other
To raise us up and round us out
His cerulean eyes were cold and empty, despite the way that they expressed indifference when he was with her. They weren't exactly on close terms, but they were often comfortable around one another when the other was busy concentrating on something else.
He was often known for his standoffish and
Anna Goes to Prison: Chapter 1Chapter 1: The Saddest RideAnna Goes to Prison: Chapter 1 by gregterry480
For the first time in forever, Anna wasn't feeling too optimistic about her future.
Dressed in an orange jumpsuit and riding on a prison bus, she was on her way to Arendelle's maximum secruity detention center for women. She couldn't believe any of this was real. It had to be a dream. A very, very bad dream where there were no happy musical numbers, no cute duckies to hold, and no chocolate to stuff in your face.
"So..." said Anna to the prisoner next to her. "You come over here often?"
There was no response. In hindsight, it was a very stupid thing for her to say.
So she quietly looked down at her shackled barefeet. She wondered why she wasn't allowed to have shoes anymore, but she kept trying to convince herself that she didn't care.
"I was never good at tying shoelaces anyway," she said outloud. She got some stares from other inmates on the bus, but again, no response.
She sighed. Again, in hindsight, it was an incredibly stupid thing to say.
She said not
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Anna snorted a bit as she woke up. At first she thought that the knocking on her bedroom door was only a part of her dream, but then she remembered how the past several weeks had been. With a small groan, she forced herself to sit up and light a small candle.
"You can come in, Elsa," she said with a soft yawn.
The door creaked open, and Elsa walked in, wearing a silver nightgown and a look of grave concern.
"Anna," she said. "You are alive, right?"
"Yes, Elsa," said Anna, with the same politeness she had when she answered the question every night. "I am alive."
"Oh," said Elsa. "I'm...I'm sorry to have woken you. I just..."
"You had the dream again?" Anna asked.
Elsa just nodded, and awkwardly turned to go back to her room.
"If you want to talk about it, we can," Anna told her sister gently.
"I...probably shouldn't," said Elsa slowly. "I mean, it's the middle of the night. We should both get some sleep."
"I have a feeling you won't ge
Give Me All of You- Ch. 3: But the Chains Bring MeGive Me All of You- Ch. 3: But the Chains Bring Me by XxScarletxRosexX
It was a peaceful, humid night where he heard the familiar chorus of humming grasshoppers as they frolicked in the grassy plains, the slow rumble of a car's engine as late family members passed his street, and the occasional tapping eliciting from a nearby birch tree that was planted inconspicuously close to his window. The nightlife affair was his lullaby, he would be sleeping right now and drifting off to blissful unconsciousness as he was accustomed to. He valued sleep as much as his next door neighbors, except for a certain blond neighbor, and like most dreamers, considered staying up--by choice--a taboo. Tonight, he had to break the routine, he had to stay awake no matter. To sleep, even for just a wink could prove to be fatal result, a one way ticket to mister guardian of whatever realm he ruled over, and that was the last thing Jackson Overland wanted.
A two-faced demon was residing on his bed and at any moment, she would spring to life and rip him to shreds. She was feigning sl
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