Imagine an Elsanna story, but like Edward Scissorhands. Elsa’s this unfinished experiment made by the deceased scientist. Instead of scissor hands, she has her icy power and she lives up in the castle all alone and all the grounds are Frozen. Then one day, someone close to Anna finds her and…
This is probably one of the best elsanna ideas I’ve seen. It’s not my ship but I really like this.
A whole new…sled?
This is the best thing i swear
*:・ﾟ✧ Happy Secret Santa vektorix! ✧・ﾟ:*
My prompt was: “Anna and Kristoff take a romantic boat ride […] maybe Anna would tickle Kristoff causing the boat to tip over.” I felt like Kristoff moving lunging at her might capsize the boat easier, so there you have it!
I really hope you like it, vektorix. A lot of love went into it. One thing you may not know about me is this fandom has helped me get back into drawing again after almost a 10 year dry spell. This piece happens to be one of the biggest projects I’ve done since I started my “rehabilitation” lol. And for that I’m grateful, I learned a lot completing it! ٩꒰｡•‿•｡꒱۶
(sorry for not submitting this, but it would only let me submit one page at a time and it would have looked awful pasted together.)
I’m always reblogging this. For reasons.
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I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW THE RAIN IS GONE
I did the thing! This is an illustration for my first fic, Afterwards (and it was weird going back and reading it again because at the top I commented that I had no followers, which I didn’t at the time, but now there are literally tens of you! Listening to me talk about crisps). I’ll try and get a proper scan at some point, this is from my iPad camera which is not brilliant but it’ll do for now. Anyway. When I wrote the story, I had this image really clearly in my mind, and I’m so pleased with how the drawing turned out. Also, sunsets are fun to colour (didn’t show up super-well here, it’s more colourful on the actual drawing).
precious little babies..awww
Oh beautiful! I’m so glad you drew this. *dreamy sigh*
Q:The only thing Sven loves more than carrots is apples. With fall finally upon the kingdom, Kristoff takes Anna to the apple orchard. He picks her up so she can reach the best ones at the top. Before they pay for their bushels, Anna can't help but pick up a few more things from the orchard store. Honey, cinnamon sticks, maple candy, and two larger hot ciders. Kristoff insists they take those to go. They ride home in the sled; one hand holding a steaming cup of cider, one arm around each other
The Ice Sculptor - [ Chapter 1 ]
Jess!!! Oh my god Jess!! This is so good. I’m so excited for TIS. It’s happening!!! I wish I could hug you.
Story Rating: M (eventually)
Chapter Rating: T
Pairing: Kristanna, Snow Sisters, Frohana
Summary: Five years after the death of her parents, Anna finds herself seeking a fresh start in Anchorage, Alaska, where she reunites with her long-since-disappeared sister, Elsa, who works in the city as an ice sculptor. Long desperate for love, Anna quickly develops a close bond with two men: Hans, the sweet, charming gentleman who’s also one of Elsa’s biggest clients, and Kristoff, salt-of-the-earth, genuine, and Elsa’s best friend. But wealthy Hans has a dark side, and when Anna finds herself forced to make a decision, her new life may just take a turn for the worse.
Word count: 992
Summary: Modern!AU Kristanna. Kristoff and his band are playing their last gig after a six month tour. Anna is beside herself with excitement.
Just a little thing I wrote on my lunch break
and during work because none of the managers were in and I was bored.
It’s unedited so there will be weird grammar things.
This is for everyone who fangirled with me that time when I got overexcited about Imagine Dragons ;) (I’ll maybe do drummer!Kristoff some time)
The ballroom was packed. Hundreds of bodies pressed together, hot and sticky.
Suspended above the crowd, hanging from the ornate, hand painted ceiling were two large chandeliers that sparkled and flashed rainbows when the light caught them.
The venue was rather ostentatious for such an event but once the lights dimmed and the first notes of an oh so familiar song rang out, all thoughts were pushed aside and all attention turned to the stage.
Through the haze of smoke five shadowy figures emerged as the stage lights flashed to life. The crowd erupted. Hands flew into the air along with phones and cameras which looked like a sea of firefly’s from where Anna was sitting.
Well, from where Anna was sort of sitting. She was right on the edge of her seat leaning as far forward as she could over the edge of the balcony. Just in time, Elsa grabbed the back of her shirt keeping Anna in place. She would have stood and jumped about if she were able but Elsa’s grip was far too tight. She settled for the awkward leaning position and as the stage lights illuminated the band she screeched at the top of her lungs.
Elsa rolled her eyes.
From the stage Kristoff could hear nothing but the live feed of the band in his earpiece and hundreds of shrieks from the mass of bodies in front of him.
As the music kicked in he lost himself to the beat. Eyes closed, leaning back slightly, he strummed heavily at the guitar slung low around his body.
As they moved between each song a new wave of noise washed over the band until their ears were ringing.
Anna spent the entire set wiggling in her seat (Elsa wouldn’t let her stand so close to the edge), her eyes never leaving Kristoff.
She watched as he swayed in time with the beat, the muscles in his arms working as he played, leaning into the microphone to harmonise with Tom the lead singer.
Every so often he would make his way back and forth across the stage, jumping with the drum beat or nudging one of his bandmates and laughing. Once or twice he leaned down to touch hands with lucky fans on the front row.
The Kristoff in front of her was not her usual, shy, sometimes grumpy boyfriend. He was confident - cocky almost. He was so sure of himself and stood tall, his broad shoulders and thick arms accentuated by the tight white T-shirt he wore. The fabric clung to him as the temperature in the room rose to near sweltering levels. His hair sweat slicked and pushed back from his face.
At one one point Elsa excused herself to get some fresh air. Rock music and overly hot, crowded rooms weren’t really her thing but she had insisted on welcoming Kristoff and his band back from tour. In the years he had been with Anna he had become like a brother to Elsa and she was proud of what he’d achieved with his career. Seeing him perform live was pretty exciting, she had to admit.
Back in the ballroom, Tom addressed the audience:
"So we’ve been on tour for six months now." The crowd cheered, their arms outstretched towards the stage. " It’s so good to be home. And this is our final night. I hope you don’t mind but we’re gonna slow it down a little bit. Kristoff; it’s all yours."
"Uh. Hey guys!" The bravado from earlier gone and suddenly he was her Kristoff - shy and sweet. He looked out at the room with that lopsided smile that Anna adored so much. She’d missed him and now he was right there. Only another few minutes and she’d be in his arms. "This next one we’re gonna play is a new one. I wrote it about a week ago. And it’s for you Anna."
He searched the balcony for where he knew the sisters would be sitting. With the spotlights beating down on him, his vision was limited but he just about managed to make out the silhouette of a petit woman who appeared to be hopping from foot to foot.
Anna. His Anna.
As he began to sing he had the biggest grin on his face.
Up on the balcony Elsa was back in her seat and smiling as her sister jumped up at the mention of her name. Her hands were clasped together, left hand in right, held close to her chest. She had moved far too quickly for Elsa to grab her shirt again so she just watched as Anna swayed in time with the music and made sure she didn’t get too close to the edge.
The song was beautiful, just Kristoff and his guitar. The lights on the stage had dimmed so that the spotlight illuminated him only. He sung with such heart, his eyes shut or looking up in Anna’s direction, that even Elsa was getting teary.
As the song finished you could hear a pin drop. All eyes and ears were on Kristoff until:
"I LOVE YOU!!"
Anna’s voice rang out across the ballroom and the audience burst into laughter and applause, looking around to see where the noise had come from.
If the balcony wasn’t so high Kristoff was sure he’d have jumped off the stage and scaled it just to get a kiss from Anna. The last six months had been long, and as much fun as he’d had, home was calling. He ached to see her.
"Okay guys." Tom shouted to the audience. "One last song otherwise Kristoff might cry. Hi Anna by the way. Afterparty at yours?"
Anna laughed and waved down at the stage. They could have the whole audience, all the roadies and tech guys and the band back at her house mud wrestling and she wouldn’t care a bit as long as she got her Kristoff home.
princesstoriofthesouthernisles Don’t kill my dream!!
I knew about the intertwining fingers but why not the lifting? Is it a health and safety no no?
Also re: Kristanna - I’d never seen them together I just like them best.