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Ooooh, I think need to do this - what great prompts!🌹
Be our guest at Beauty and the Beast Week, August 18–24, 2025!
We're creating fanworks celebrating all variations of Disney’s Beauty and the Beast! Save the date and start drafting your creations!
Anyone can join, and all types of fandom works are welcome: fanfic, fanart, podfic, gifsets, edits, mood boards, memes, etc. Each work must contain at least one Disney BatB character (crossovers, OCs, and reader-inserts are allowed too!), be newly created for the event, and not use AI. See the full rules and FAQs.
There will be some new aspects to the event this year: a podfic exchange and beta reading exchange. More info on these in about a month. Follow this blog so you don’t miss future announcements!
Last year, our prompts were about plants, but this year, our theme is “Beasts of every kind,” with a different animal prompt for each day. The idea is not that you create something literally about that animal (though you could), but that you think of things metaphorically associated with it and use that as inspiration.
Here are the 2025 prompts with some associated ideas:
(Text version of prompts below the “Keep reading” link)
The examples in parentheses above are merely ideas. Feel free to use your own interpretations of the daily prompts! For example, bird > eggs > Gaston > fic about how/why Gaston got obsessed with eggs.
You are NOT expected to do something every day! Just 1 work for 1 day of your choosing is enough, though you are welcome to do more if you like. And you are NOT expected to create your fanwork on that day, just post it on that day.
Send an ask or DM if you have any questions! Hosted by @firawren
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2025 prompts:
Day 1: Wolf (found family, hunting, hunger, forest, winter, mob...)
Day 2: Bird (fluff, music, dancing, birth, finery, freedom, travel...)
Day 3: Octopus (intelligence, deception, fitting in, water, silence...)
Day 4: Monkey (play, curiosity, energy, laughter, tricks, children...)
Day 5: Snake (angst, horror, poison, pain, temptation, sensuality...)
Day 6: Horse (farm, work, power, endurance, speed, anxiety...)
Day 7: Free day
Thaw
Back to your usual programming — hopeful Elsa sketch. And this time, her braid is on the correct side 🩵❄️
Frozen (c) Disney — fanart by @sunflowers-and-sandwiches . Please do not repost or use my art without permission.
Unredeemable Hope
This is not what I originally opened Procreate to do, but Hans kinda sneaks up on you like that.
Frozen (c) Disney — fanart by @sunflowers-and-sandwiches. Please do not repost or use my art without permission.
I’m on such a tangent to all the other things I should be doing right now but the temptation was too great… a glimpse into alternative Hans’ origin story that could thaw a frozen heart ❄️🩵
The palace was a vast and magnificent place, with its endless corridors and towering windows that allowed the sunlight to pour in almost cruelly, as if mocking those trapped within its walls. To Hans, such magnificence was nothing more than a prison disguised as splendor. He had spent the entire morning wandering aimlessly, hoping to find some form of entertainment, but everyone seemed occupied with matters of great importance, in which he, of course, had no place.
Aldric was buried in his studies and had made it clear that he did not wish to be disturbed. His mother was engaged in some social gathering, and his father… well, his father was never available. And so, in his desperation, Hans found himself wandering into the library, where Thomas and Frederick, two of his older brothers, sat by the fireplace, laughing together as if the rest of the world did not exist. He smiled upon seeing them. Perhaps they would want to play with him."Thomas! Frederick!" he called enthusiastically.
"Why don’t we go riding? It’s a magnificent day."
The two brothers exchanged a glance before returning to their conversation without even acknowledging him.
Hans frowned.
"We could also go to the river and throw stones. Or we could race to the stables. What do you say?"
Silence.
Frederick tilted his head with feigned curiosity.
"Thomas, did you hear that?" The young boy cupped a hand around his ear and adopted a thoughtful expression.
"Hmm… no, I didn’t hear anything. Did you?"
"I didn’t hear that either. How strange."
Both of them smirked before continuing their conversation, completely ignoring Hans.
The boy felt frustration rise to his face, making his cheeks burn.
"Stop doing that! I’m here!"
"Did you hear that, Frederick?"
"No, brother, I didn’t hear anything. Maybe it’s the wind."
Hans clenched his fists.
"If you don’t stop ignoring me, I’ll tell Mother that Frederick kisses one of her ladies-in-waiting in the gardens at sunset."
That, at least, got their attention. Thomas and Frederick went silent for a brief moment, looking at him with a flash of irritation in their eyes. But instead of backing down, Frederick leaned back in his chair with a careless smile.
"How funny. Looks like the wind has become particularly gossipy."
"And very loud," added Thomas, pretending to yawn. "What do you think, brother?"
"I think someone is practically begging for all their toys to be thrown into the bottom of the well."
Hans felt a knot of rage tighten in his stomach. He didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing his anger, so he abruptly turned and left the room without a word.
His heart pounded as he walked briskly down the hall, trying to calm the fury that simmered in his chest. His brothers always treated him like this. Like he was an annoying insect, an insignificant presence barely deserving of attention. But he wasn’t insignificant. He wasn’t.
If someone noticed him, if someone gave him just a little bit of their time, he could prove it.
It was then, as he turned a corner, that he saw his father.
The king looked imposing, with his regal bearing and the deep dark blue cloak that fell gracefully over the floor. Beside him, Richard, his older brother, seemed engrossed in conversation with their father. But Hans barely noticed his brother. His attention was fixed on the king.
"Father!" he called eagerly, quickening his pace to catch up with him.
The king turned his face, and for a brief moment, Hans’ expression lit up as he saw a smile form on his lips.
"Hans, my little prince!"
The little one jumped towards him with complete confidence, and the king received him with open arms, lifting him with ease.
"Look at you, getting bigger every day," he said with a hint of pride, squeezing him tightly against his chest. "How’s my little man today?"
Hans grinned from ear to ear. He loved it when his father called him that. It made him feel important, as if he truly meant something to him.
"I’m fine, father," he replied eagerly. "But I was so bored. Can we do something together today? Can we go riding?"
The king chuckled softly, still holding him.
"We went riding last week, didn’t we?"
"Yes, but that was so long ago, I haven’t seen you since then…" Hans complained, hugging him even tighter.
The king shook his head in amusement and gently lowered him to the ground.
"You’re tireless."
Hans felt warmth in his chest. Maybe this time, yes. Maybe his father would spend the day with him.
"In fact, I could go with you to the council meeting," he suggested excitedly. "I want to learn how you rule the kingdom."
But no sooner had he finished speaking than Richard burst into laughter.
"You? In the council? Don’t make me laugh. What could you possibly understand about politics?"
“I could learn,” he replied stubbornly.
The king sighed, though he still maintained his patience.
“Hans, son, today will be a very busy day,” he said in a tone of understanding. “Your brother and I have important matters to attend to.”
Hans furrowed his brow.
“But I want to learn too.”
“And what will you do when you get bored?” Richard joked, crossing his arms. “Will you ask for paper and colors to draw while we talk about trade treaties?”
Hans clenched his fists.
“I won’t get bored.”
The king placed a hand on his shoulder, letting out a longer sigh this time.
“Hans, we’ll talk about these things when you’re older. Today is not the time.”
“But I want to be with you, father,” Hans insisted, his voice dropping into a tone of pleading.
The king’s face lost some of its earlier warmth. His patience, though still not entirely exhausted, was starting to fade.
“Hans, don’t insist,” he said, this time with a more severe edge.
“Oh, come on, father,” Richard interjected with feigned sympathy. “Let him come. Surely his contributions will be essential.”
Hans glared at him, hoping his father would stop him. But the king simply rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“Enough, Richard,” he muttered, then turned to Hans. “Son, please, we will spend time together another day.”
Hans felt desperation swirling in his chest.
“But…”
The king raised his hand, cutting off his protest with a firm gesture.
“Enough.”
He snapped his fingers at a servant who had been waiting nearby and, with the tone of someone giving an order with no room for discussion, said:
“You. Take the prince elsewhere. I can’t deal with this now.”
Hans felt as if the ground had been ripped out from under him.
The servant, with an expression of visible discomfort, approached with a bow.
“Your Highness… if I may…”
But Hans didn’t respond.
He looked at his father, who didn’t even notice him anymore. He looked at Richard, whose satisfied smile made him boil with rage. He looked at the servant, who was avoiding his gaze.
And finally, without saying a word, he turned on his heel and left.
The sound of the conversation between his father and brother continued behind him, as if he had never been there in the first place.
◆◇◆
Later that day, the bedroom of the younger princes of the Southern Isles, which during the day was spacious and filled with light, took on a mysterious atmosphere as night fell. The only illumination came from the flickering glow of the oil lamps. In the center of the room, two identical beds, separated by an elegant dark wooden table, occupied the space. However, at that moment, neither was being used for its original purpose.
“Aldric, prepare yourself! The enemy is approaching!” Hans exclaimed, brandishing his wooden sword with the zeal of a legendary warrior.
Aldric, who was only a few years older and much more practical in matters of war, barely had time to grab his own sword before Hans leaped from his bed with surprising agility for his short legs. The battle was fierce: Aldric defended his position atop his mattress while Hans attempted to invade it with the ferocity of a conqueror.
“I warn you, Hans!” Aldric said between playful strikes. “You have no rightful claim to the throne of my bed.”
Hans laughed, took a step back, and raised his sword with the solemnity of a crowned king.
“I am King Hans, the greatest of all warrior kings,” he declared, with the unwavering confidence only a seven-year-old could possess. “I shall rule the Southern Isles and wear the Navigator’s Crown, just like our great-great-grandfather! And I will take your bed!”
“No!”
“Yes! You shall sleep on the floor, Aldric! These are the king’s orders!”
“You are not my king, Hans,” Aldric countered, swiftly jumping from his own bed onto his younger brother’s. “Quick, the princess has been kidnapped by pirates!”
And with a leap, he dashed across the room, sword held high.
Hans didn’t move.
“Come on, Hans! The princess is in danger!”
“I don’t like that game.”
“What do you mean you don’t like it?”
“It’s always the same. The princess is in danger, the princess cries, the princess waits for someone to rescue her… It’s exhausting. Why does she always let herself get captured?”
Aldric blinked, incredulous.
“Hans, it is a king’s duty to rescue princesses!”
Hans frowned.
“Since when?”
“Since always. A king rescues princesses, holds parades, waves from the balcony, and gives bread to the poor.”
“That sounds so boring.”
“A king doesn’t just sit on a pile of gold like a fool!”
Hans tilted his head, thoughtful.
“Well, maybe you don’t know this, Aldric, but there are kings who just sit on piles of gold.”
“Not in this game!”
Hans huffed.
“Fine, if you insist so much, we can save the princess… But only because she’s the only one who knows where they hid my treasure chests.”
Aldric clutched his head.
“Hans!”
“What? That’s a very valid reason!”
Aldric shook his head and, with renewed determination, raised his sword.
“Forget it. I will fight alone.”
“Wait, wait.” Hans rested a hand on his hip and flashed a sly grin. “What if I really do become king one day?”
Aldric burst into laughter.
“You will never be king, at least not in these isles.”
Hans pursed his lips, thoughtful, then shrugged nonchalantly.
“Well… maybe if all of you died in an accident.”
Aldric smacked him with his wooden sword—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to show his indignation.
“That’s not funny, Hans!”
“What? I’m not saying I’d cause it, I’m just saying life is unpredictable.”
But Hans was already laughing, utterly unbothered by the moral implications of his words. His amusement, however, was cut short by a voice—gentle, yet possessing the authority only a mother could wield.
“Hans, you know I don’t like you talking like that.”
Both boys turned their heads to find the Queen standing in the doorway, arms crossed, a look of gentle reproach on her face. She wore a dark blue gown, and her hair was pinned in a bun that seemed moments away from unraveling, as if she had been tending to affairs all day.
Hans immediately lowered his head, dragging his sword along the floor.
“I’m sorry, Mother,” he murmured.
Aldric, though still mildly offended, decided the matter wasn’t worth dragging out.
The Queen sighed and stepped into the room, picking up a blanket the boys had tossed aside in their battle frenzy.
“It’s time for bed.”
“But we haven’t rescued the princess yet!” Hans protested.
“And we won’t,” Aldric replied, hands on his hips. “Because you’d rather count your gold than save her.”
“That is not how a prince should behave, Hans!” the Queen reprimanded, though now with a barely concealed smile.
“Alright, alright,” the little boy rolled his eyes and climbed into bed, though he refused to part with his sword, keeping it in his grasp like a royal scepter.
When their mother sat beside Aldric and began to tell a bedtime story, the older boy nestled under the blankets, listening with bright-eyed excitement. Hans, on the other hand, traced invisible patterns on his headboard with the tip of his sword, as if the tale was far less interesting than the grand battle he had just fought.
When the story ended, the Queen kissed Aldric’s forehead before turning to Hans with a warm smile.
“And you, my King? Why so quiet?”
Hans twirled his sword in the air, feigning indifference.
“Mother… where is Father?”
The Queen’s smile softened.
“Your father is busy this evening, my love. You know how much is required of him.”
Hans exhaled sharply and turned his head away.
“He is always busy.”
“You will see him in the morning,” she assured him, reaching to brush a stray lock of auburn hair from his forehead. “Before he leaves with your brother.”
At that, Hans stiffened. His fingers tightened around the hilt of his toy sword, his young face contorted in frustration.
“It is always ‘tomorrow.’ Always ‘later.’ But when it is Richard, he finds the time!”
The words burst from him, raw and unchecked. He sat up abruptly, his small frame taut with indignation. “He takes Richard with him everywhere. To meetings, to the council, even on rides through the city. They do things together. He talks to him. But he never—he never wants to do that with me.”
His voice faltered on the last words, yet the wound in them was unmistakable.
The Queen cupped his cheek with tenderness.
"I'm sorry you feel this way, my dear prince," she murmured. "I will speak to him about it, I promise."
Hans didn’t answer. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and turned away, as if he didn’t want her to see him like that.
“Hans…”
“It’s fine, I suppose someone has to be the favorite son.”
Before he could react, his mother lunged at him, trapping him in an embrace and covering his face in kisses.
”Favorite?! Favorite?! Hans Westergaard, how dare you say such a thing?!”
Hans shrieked, laughing and squirming in her grasp.
“Mother, no, stop, stop!”
“I will never let my little baby think such a horrible thing!”
Hans covered his face with his hands as she peppered his forehead, cheeks, and nose with loud kisses.
“Mother, stop! I’m not a baby!”
She cupped his face gently and whispered into his ear:
“You are my favorite son.”
Hans froze, eyes wide, until his mother laughed and placed one last kiss on his forehead.
“But don’t tell your brothers,” she added conspiratorially. “I wouldn’t want them to get jealous.”
Hans felt his heart swell in his chest. Was it a joke? Maybe. But… maybe not.
A sly grin spread across his face.
“Oh, I’m telling them. All of them.”
His mother gasped in mock horror. “Hans! You wouldn’t dare!”
Hans simply laughed, and to his delight, she laughed with him—a warm, rich sound that made him less lonely.
As their laughter faded into quiet, he shifted beneath the covers, glancing up at her.
“Mother, can you stay a little longer?”
His mother stroked his hair lovingly but shook her head.
“I need to say goodnight to your other brothers, sweetheart.”
Hans felt his chest deflate all at once.
“Oh.”
“Sweet dreams, my prince” she whispered, as she stood up blowing him a tender kiss before leaving the room.
The chamber was left in twilight, illuminated only by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the window. Aldric lay still, his eyes closed, his breathing already slow and steady, the soft rise and fall of his chest betraying the peacefulness of his slumber.
Hans, however, remained awake a little longer, staring at the ceiling with a thoughtful expression.
Perhaps, he thought, when he was older, his father would pay as much attention to him as he did to Richard.
Maybe, someday, everyone would.
◆◇◆
Today I read a few pages of A Frozen Heart, and honestly, I can’t.
From the very beginning, Hans’s life is portrayed as a complete nightmare: his father treats him like garbage, his mother doesn’t even pay attention to him, and his brothers openly despise him. There are no nuances, no moments of reprieve, just a hostile environment where Hans is basically an outcast in his own family.
And that’s what bothers me. Not all families are loving, but in most cases, even in dysfunctional families, there is usually some kind of attachment. A brother who cares about you even if he doesn’t always show it, a mother who, though distant, has moments of tenderness, a father who, despite being strict, has a reason for it. But here? No. Everyone seems to hate Hans. They don’t even ignore him; they actively despise him. It’s as if his only purpose in the story is to make his life miserable.
And it’s not just the family—the entire kingdom is also a complete misery. It’s as if everything is designed for Hans to grow up in the worst possible environment, and in the end, obviously, he becomes a horrible person. It feels forced. There’s no room for interpretation or character complexity. It’s as if the book is telling you, “Look, everything in his life has been garbage, so he’s garbage too.”
As I turned the pages, everything just felt more exaggerated and sad. I already knew how the book ended—with Hans as the villain. I wasn’t expecting Hans to be a hero (I think Disney would go bankrupt if they showed him with even a bit of mercy), but I at least wanted (I hoped) some balance in his story.
In my version, I imagined something different. Even though Hans is the youngest of thirteen siblings, I thought his twelfth brother, being closest in age to him, could have been someone he shared more moments with. Although siblings can fight and have conflicts, they are also children, and children play together, form bonds, even in difficult environments. I liked the idea of exploring that dynamic, where not everything is pure hatred.
I also wanted to give more depth to the queen’s character. In A Frozen Heart, Hans’s mother seems indifferent, but I believe that, no matter how busy she was, at some point, she must have felt love for her children. I don’t imagine her as a perfect mother, but as someone who, within her responsibilities, tried to be affectionate when she could. On the other hand, I see the king as more distant, focused on his duties with no real connection to the children, which would have affected Hans in a more subtle and realistic way, leaving him desperate for some of his attention.
I wrote several fragments of this story with this vision in mind because I believe Hans’s story could have been much more interesting and nuanced, instead of simply making him a victim of an environment where everything and everyone is horrible without exception.
What do you think? Did you read Frozen Heart? Did I make a rushed judgment about the story? Am I mistaken?
Congrats on finishing your fic! Another one on the to-be-read list 💚
In the Pocket
Relationships: Anna/Kristoff
Characters: Anna, Kristoff, Elsa, Sven, Olaf, Idunna, Agnarr
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, NFL AU, Falling in love, vaginal sex, oral sex, fluff, angst, unplanned pregnancy, Miscarriage, depression
Summary:
NFL tight end Kristoff Bjorgman meets A-list actress Anna Arendelle and sparks fly, but will Anna's celebrity status be too much for Kristoff?
Its the final Chapter!!!
Favourite Pairings…
Tagged by @annaofthenorthernlights - thank you, this is such a sweet game! I could fill it entirely with Frozen ships, but you know, variety and all that… 💜
Without naming them, post a gif of ten of your favourite ships (any media) and tag as many people to do the same.
No obligation tagging (sorry if you’ve already been tagged) @loonysama @ashleytheartist @paigebstorey @sarrafrozenfan2020 @bigfrozensix @kristannafever @frenzy5150 @simpofhans @rebamacncheese
Wait? We’re already up to chapter 6?! It’s Pirate!Hans redemption-ish arc binge reading time!
The Pirate of the Southern Isles - chapter 6
Eng:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64319587/chapters/166275535
Pol:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64320010/chapters/166275907
And it comes with a picture!
I think the artist really used her palette and style to capture Agnarr’s soft but strong character - and young Elsa is just beautiful. Lovely traditional art that tells a story 🩵❄️
There's Magic In our Veins
Elsa and King Agnarr (Frozen)
This is an expansion and redrawing of this piece -> There’s Magic In Our Veins
I had the idea of redoing the artwork back in December of 2023 but then just... left it in the middle of the process for a looooong ass time. It's been a solid year+ now since I last worked on it, ngl. But I always liked the og idea of it and the idea of Elsa's magic coming from her father's side of the family (which was a theory that had gone around Tumblr before the 2nd movie was a thing.
I did my best to just clean up the things I needed too to just get it out! I really just wanted to get it done, but like, with a lot of love, cause I'm still very fond of it even if I have a lot of nit picks of past me's lines 😂
Anyway, I love these two to bits 🥺 maybe this'll give me the little push I need to go back to my Frozen fics. SIGH. Maybe.
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Open for Commissions
Stunning art! And I can’t wait to read this chapter! So much good fan fiction - never enough time 🩵❄️
The Mountain Man: Chapter 9
the Kristoff Epic.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61260757/chapters/163783243
I love this artist’s beautiful style, strong and soft at the same time 🩵❄️ She also does some adorable Frozen fan art!
Some disclaimers in case you'd like to commission me:
My forte is natural backgrounds but I'm willing try other kinds of backgrounds if you're willing to risk it.
I HAVE a job so sometimes it might take me a while to finish.
If I have not draw something before I will do my best to deliver to you something satisfactory But I ask you to keep that in mind. I don't know how to draw everything.
If you like what I do I would really appreciate a reblog!
Here's the SMALL COMIC commission sheet
Been having a bit of a creative block, but today a little Elsa magic finally thawed my frozen heart 🤍
Over a year in writing and at last this story sets sail! Pirate!Hans is sure to be a treasure. Make sure you check out the art too 🏴☠️
The Pirate of the Southern Isles - chapters 1 & 2
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64319587/chapters/165109510
English
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64320010/chapters/165110677
Polish
So, the big day today! AVAST!
Updates every Tuesday (it is already Tuesday here) and Friday!
I love this style! Could definitely read a whole comic in it 🩷
Full set of the single character illustrations I've posted so far for Tiny Gents, my silly Disney Prince crossover thing where they go to boarding school. Posted a lot about it over a decade ago. I have only become stronger. More to come! Pieces individually: Eugene / Naveen / Hans / Kristoff
I finally watched this incredible video and wow — I’m blown away by the professional presentation and detailed research that has been presented! A must watch for anyone who writes canon inspired fan-fiction, or just loves Frozen!
You’re welcome and thank you for your kind comments and reblogs ❤️♥️💙💜💛💚🧡🩷
Welcome to the Kristoff Fan Club @simpofhans! We have tshirts! We love Kristoff!
Sven: And carrots!
Olaf: Ooh, and snowmen!
Kristoff: I feel like an idiooooot!
In response to this Kristoff appreciation post. So sorry! 🤦♀️ I couldn’t help myself… Happy simping!
Frozen (c) Disney — fanart by @sunflowers-and-sandwiches. Please do not repost or use my art without permission.
I love this colour palette and the vibrant style of this artist! 🫐💙
Blueberries! Trying to rely just a little less on color correction and the lasso tool, I guess this is my attempt at slowly trying to dip my toes into traditional art?
Top row 👌 but I love that all of these are such vulnerable expressions.
I was scrolling Tumblr yesterday and OMG IM SIMPING FOR KRISTOFF (KINDA) 😂😂😂🩷🩷🩷
Like, he is a PERFECT MAN. I WANT MY KRISTOFF. WE ALL WANT. Also his outfits in FF and prologue Frozen are SOOO UNDERRATED, GOD! 😭😭😭😭😭
Welcome to the Kristoff Fan Club @simpofhans! We have tshirts! We love Kristoff!
Sven: And carrots!
Olaf: Ooh, and snowmen!
Kristoff: I feel like an idiooooot!
In response to this Kristoff appreciation post. So sorry! 🤦♀️ I couldn’t help myself… Happy simping!
Frozen (c) Disney — fanart by @sunflowers-and-sandwiches. Please do not repost or use my art without permission.
Speed sketch of Ryder Nattura — didn’t know that was happening today! And then you just draw it.
Frozen (c) Disney — fanart by @sunflowers-and-sandwiches, please do not repost or use my art without permission.
It’s agony to wait! I await the next chapter with bated breath! Must….. find out…… what happened!
(Also just look at the colour and emotion in this art *mwah!*)
Art for the Mountain Man. Read the latest chapter here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/61260757/chapters/162611944
Ooh I have catching up to do 🧡
Big Sky Ranch - 18
Kristanna Modern AU Rated: Explicit WC: 1863
Chapter Index
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Summer Solstice
Kristoff had what he thought was the perfect gift for Anna. Despite her telling him she didn’t want or need anything, he’d stayed up one night after she fell asleep and shopped online on his phone. As soon as he saw it, he ordered it right away.
The cabin actually had an address, so the package was delivered to the rural mailboxes lined up at the end of the main country road that led to his place. He made sure that Anna was occupied when he went and retrieved it, and quickly wrapped and hid the box back in the cabin. After that he picked up the accompanying gifts when he went on a supply run for some horse tack – her favourite box of chocolates and a bottle of her favourite wine – and stashed them with the box.
He had their place all decked out with romantic lighting, candles and soft country music playing from the radio. When she was done work, the guys were going to tell her that he wasn’t feeling good and was already back home. Knowing Anna, she would immediately come home to see how he was doing.
As soon as he heard her car in in the gravel park next to his truck, he jumped up from where he was sitting on the couch and grabbed a bouquet of flowers from the coffee table. He took an excited breath then opened the door just as she was ascending the steps. “Happy Birthday, baby!”
Anna smiled wide, eyes glowing brightly as soon as she saw the flowers. She stepped in front of him. “Oh, Kristoff, those are lovely. Thank you!”
Kristoff leaned over and kissed her, lingering on her lips a moment before handing her the flowers and taking her laptop bag and purse from her to hang near the front door. Inside Anna gasped again to see how he’d set everything up for her. Her presents were on the table and the dinner he’d made was in the oven keeping warm. She’d mentioned once her mother made an amazing baked spaghetti and meatballs with tons of melty mozzarella and he’d taken a stab at it.
She turned to him. “I am really glad this is what you were doing instead of being sick. I felt awful that you weren’t feeling well.”
“Sorry. I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“All is forgiven.” She smiled and turned back around. “I said no gifts,” Anna giggled, going over to the table and having a look at what he got her. The chocolates and wine he left unwrapped but the small box was wrapped up. “You are so sweet.”
“You deserve the world, Anna,” Kristoff said, walking up behind her and rubbing her shoulders. “Really, it’s not much. Just something I saw and really thought you would like.”
She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a few sweet kisses. “Can I open it now?” she asked.
He grinned at her. “Absolutely. Then we can have dinner.”
“What’s for dinner?”
“You’ll see. Go on, open your gifts.”
Anna let go of him excitedly and sat at her spot. Kristoff sat next to her. She picked up and carefully looked at the wine and the chocolates before setting them back on the table. “My favourties! Thank you, Kristoff!”
He smiled, eagerly waiting as she picked up the box. “Sorry, I forgot to buy a card.”
Anna paused where she’d started to open the gift. “Thats fine! Those things are getting so expensive anyway.” She turned back to her present and ripped off the paper. The box just read the name of the tack shop he’d ordered it from so Anna opened it.
She gasped when she lifted the lid and pulled the buckle out of the box. “Oh, Kristoff! I love it! I wanted one of these! Thank you so much.”
He smiled as she turned it over in her hands. It was embellished metal with a sunflower in the middle. As soon as he saw it, he knew it was the one he wanted to get for her because she didn’t have one yet and it suited her perfectly. “Here’s the best part,” he said, reaching over to show her the middle portion of the buckle. He pulled it out, sliding it out from under the sunflower where it was fasted by a magnet. “It has a pocket knife.” He flipped open the blade.
“Oh cool!” Anna’s eyes went wide. “That’s awesome. I could see that coming in handy if I’m out on the ranch with you.”
“Absolutely. Or to protect yourself if you were ever in need.”
She smiled at him. “If I’m anywhere with you I never worry about needing protection.”
He smirked in return. “While that may be true, I just liked the idea of you having something in case you found yourself in a tough situation. Or, as you said, just using it around the ranch, which I can attest comes in handy from time to time.”
Anna leaned over and kissed him. “Thank you, Kristoff. This is wonderful. You spoil me.”
“No,” he sighed happily, kissing her quickly again, “you spoil me every day simply by being with me.”
She giggled. “Now that sounds like something you’d read in a birthday card.”
His nose scrunched up playfully. “It really does, doesn’t it.”
Her face turned a touch more serious. “I love you, Kristoff. So much.”
“I love you too, Anna. More than you’ll ever know.” He stood up from the chair. “Do you want dinner now?”
Her eyes lit up. “Sure! It smells amazing.”
Kristoff went to the kitchen and pulled the spaghetti casserole out of the oven where it had been keeping warm and took it to the table. He set it on a trivet between their plates and Anna gasped slightly to see what he’d made.
He went back to the kitchen to each grab them a glass for some of the wine and returned to the table to find Anna with tears in her eyes. Panic set in. “What’s wrong, baby?”
She smiled at him, eyes glassy. “Nothing. Happy tears. I just can’t believe this. The gifts, the dinner… you remembered…”
He sat at the table. “Of course I did. It was on our first real date.”
Anna nodded, sniffing and wiping her eyes. “It was. And you’ve made it for me.”
“Well, I hope I did it justice. Obviously, I didn’t have a recipe, just what you told me. So I made the meatballs myself, got some marinara sauce for the spaghetti, and then layered it with cheese.”
“Perfect.” She had gotten a handle on her emotion. “It looks delicious. Let’s dig in, I’m starving.”
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After dinner there was only one place they wanted to be, and that was tangled together in the sheets. As always, it was beyond fantastic. Kristoff had truly never been with someone as voracious as Anna, who was currently tracing her finger on his chest, and shit did he ever love that.
“Thank you for the best birthday of my life so far, Kristoff,” she said, her voice dreamy.
“Baby, I love you so much. I aim to make all your birthday’s the best ones yet.”
Her hand left his chest and she pushed up on her elbow and looked down at him. “You are too precious.”
“You deserve all the very best in the world, Anna,” he said with a smile as he sat up. They still needed to put the leftover casserole away.
“So do you, Kristoff.” Anna smiled back at him.
He shook his head slightly, still grinning as he pulled his jeans back on. After he did the fly and button, he fastened the buckle of his belt together.
Anna was watching his movements as she sat up in bed. “You mentioned that buckle was a gift from Sven?” she asked, gesturing at it.
Kristoff looked down at the buckle, memories flooding back. “Sure did. It was my eighteenth birthday.” He looked at her. “We were never really gift givers, but as soon as we graduated high school and were settin’ out to get ranchin’ jobs, Sven figured I needed one.”
“Forgive me if I’m wrong, it’s a boar, right?”
He looked down again and ran a thumb over the engraving, smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah. A wild boar. Back in the orphanage we were read stories about Norse Gods.” He looked back up at Anna. “The God Freyr’s sacred animal was a wild boar named Gullinbursti, which in Old Norse means gold mane, or golden bristles. That was always my favorite story because wild bores were seen as symbols of strength, courage and fierce protection.”
“Ah,” Anna said, slipping on her clothes. “That makes so much sense.”
Kristoff laughed. “Yeah, I’ve always been a little hot headed when it comes to the people in my life. Maybe because it was just me and Sven at the start. Any time he got teased or bullied in school I put a stop to it pretty quick. Had plenty of suspensions and almost got expelled once.”
Anna fell in step beside him as they headed back to the kitchen. “That does not surprise me one bit.”
He paused at the end of the kitchen island and gestured to the buckle. “I love this thing. Sven had it custom made and it cost him a pretty penny. It’s pretty much the only material possession I have so far that I really care about.”
“That’s so sweet, Kristoff. And Sven’s buckle must have been from you? With the crow on it?”
“Raven, actually. Yeah, I got it for him for his eighteenth birthday. Same deal, had it custom made.” He smiled. “Ravens are associated with wisdom and insight, and I’ve always felt that he was smarter than me so it seemed fittin’. He’s always had this quick way with thinkin’ and interacting with people that has so far escaped me.”
Anna put her hand over her heart. “You two are the sweetest men, I swear.”
He chuckled. “Well, like I said, we ain’t gift givers so it’s the only present we’ve ever given each other. I’m sure we’ll both be wearin’ these until they break, or we do.”
She cocked her head to the side. “You know, I just realized I have no idea what to get you for your birthday.”
Kristoff smiled and pulled her into a hug. “You don’t ever need to buy me gifts, Anna. You are my gift. Every day with you is a gift, and I cherish them.”
Anna hugged him back tightly. “Well same here obviously, but you still got me a gift so you know I am getting you one too.”
He laughed. “I figured. Just know that you could give me a new pack of socks or underwear and I will greatly appreciate it as much as anything else you could get.”
Anna hummed. “That gives me an idea actually.”
“Does it now? What would that be?”
She laughed as she pulled out of his embrace and smiled up at him. “I’m not spoiling the surprise, mister.”
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This fic is wrecking me and I love it! Compulsive, gut wrenching reading.
Here Comes the Bear
Chapter 7 of the Mountain Man - link here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61260757/chapters/161572945
You’re so welcome! And thank you for your regular reblogs of my art 🧡 I had a blast drawing him with your fic in mind. Can you guess where the inspo for his pose came from? 😉
Rough Hands, Soft Heart
Inspired by the completely absorbing modern AU Kristanna fanfiction Big Sky Ranch by @kristannafever - you had me at Cowboy Kristoff 🧡
Frozen (c) Disney — fanart by @sunflowers-and-sandwiches, please do not repost or use my work for without permission.
All the love! And that art is amazing! 🩵❄️
💎 Hidden Gem 💎
Another Book, Another Look (At Her) by @annaofthenorthernlights
Rated G, 3404 words. Another unappreciated Kristanna fic, and this one is an utterly gorgeous one shot where the author captures the scenes so genuinely, you can feel the pages on your fingertips and the butterflies in their stomachs. Kristoff appreciates the help he receives finding a book at the library — maybe he needs to do some more ‘research’ next week too.
Rough Hands, Soft Heart
Inspired by the completely absorbing modern AU Kristanna fanfiction Big Sky Ranch by @kristannafever - you had me at Cowboy Kristoff 🧡
Frozen (c) Disney — fanart by @sunflowers-and-sandwiches, please do not repost or use my work for without permission.
💎 Hidden Gem 💎
Another Book, Another Look (At Her) by @annaofthenorthernlights
Rated G, 3404 words. Another unappreciated Kristanna fic, and this one is an utterly gorgeous one shot where the author captures the scenes so genuinely, you can feel the pages on your fingertips and the butterflies in their stomachs. Kristoff appreciates the help he receives finding a book at the library — maybe he needs to do some more ‘research’ next week too.
Hans in his happy place. Just look at those violet tones and thoughtful details *mwah!*
"Hang in there!"
Hans is doing his thing. No one knows what the thing actually is and why is he doing it, but he looks happy. He's just there, having a good time, giving his Orange Cat™ vibes.
In light of bill SB593 and that about this time last year was Smut Week prompting some awesome Kristanna fanfic, it’s perfect timing to share this Hidden Gem I just finished reading…
💎 Hidden Gem 💎
Good Cop, Bad Cop by @annas-hair-donut
E, 5 chapters. Imagines what life might be like for Kristoff (detective!) and Anna (devoted housewife!) as a married couple with a teenage daughter (unrepressed Elsa!) — pushing Kristanna to their limit and reigniting their spark. Steamy, thoughtful, transformative.
Another inspiring story from this author which is a perfect example that excellent stories with smut do not contribute to the demoralisation of humanity, but if anything can encourage empathy, reflection, acceptance, growth, hope — the good things that make us human — through the lens of one of our most human experiences.
Check out this under-appreciated fic and smother it in kudos and comments!
And I loved your adorable fic - sweet, funny and sensual — the Kristanna trifecta! You’re so welcome 🌻❤️❄️
Looks Better On You
Yesterday I could smell that delicious aroma of fresh bread baking and thought of the adorable, fun and sexy Kristanna fanfic ‘Yeah, Just Like That’ by the amazing @firawren ! Thought I was hungry, turned out it was the perfect time for some overdue fanart of Anna wearing Kristoff’s sweater! You knead to read it! Rated E, 5048 words.
Frozen (c) Disney — Art by @sunflowers-and-sandwiches. Please do not repost or use my work for any purpose without permission :)
More Kristoff spammin’ up your feed. Frozen (c) Disney — art by @sunflowers-and-sandwiches, please do not repost or use my work without permission :)