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I was just rewatching Frozen II and I have a few thoughts regarding Elsa being the 5th spirit.
When this movie first came out I thought it was stupid that ice was the fifth element, however that isn't exactly true. Elsa is, not ice. Firstly she is a connection between the spirits and humans as she is the only human spirit. Secondly, her powers have some elements of each of the spirits. While her connection to water is obvious, she is also connected to fire, air, and earth. This might be a stretch but her ability to make snow and ice fly is her connection to air. Her ability to melt her creations is her connection to fire, along with her being able to help tame the wild nature of fire. The earth one could be a lot of things but I would say her being able to create structures could be one or how she can create life since there are multiple earth giants, this one I'm still kinda working out. However this kinda connects to the third reason it works. That she has the ability to create life, unlike any of the others. I don't understand the earth giants, but it seems like it's just them representing the live earth. Elsa has created multiple forms of life and have protected them.
But idk. This is all just a theory, a FILM THEORY!!! Thanks for reading.
Absolutely NO ONE can tell me these wouldn't be Jack and Elsa's wedding rings.
(Picture Credit: aquamarisejewelry on IG)
so i decided to make a list of every character i’ve had a horrible obsession with including the age it developed and how bad it was out of 5! a lot of these still exist and i’m 17 now… maybe something is wrong with me? some of these might be a little off and i probably forgot some,,, I KEEP REMEMBERING MORE UGH I FORGOT SERENA FROM POKÉMON WHATEVER
update it’s 3am and i just remembered bendy and alastor SHIT AND TORD
(Comfort Characters part 6.) Queen Elsa ❄️
I still haven't figured out how I want to draw Elsa but this is my most recent drawing of her. I remember when I was a kid, when Frozen just came out that everybody was obsessed with Elsa but I liked Anna better, I thought she was the actual main character and hero of the story and that she was cute and funny and that everybody just liked Elsa more because she had cool powers. Then rewatching Frozen for the first time in years on New Years Eve I realized "oh wait, I've literally become Elsa". She's painfully relatable now, I even wrote an essay for my best friend Monique explaining why but probably nobody wants to read that :')
This also might be the last of the comfort characters series thingy because the rest of them are not human, lol
Basic Anna sketch (and by sketch I mean this took me like an hour and four layers). Gonna be honest and say I don’t know what my drawing style is anymore. Also I finally saw Frozen 2 last night so yay :D!!
I've been obsessed with Frozen again recently since watching it to celebrate New Years Eve so I had to draw my dear Elsa. I wanted to draw her with her old dress on but with her hair down cus I love that iconic moment in Let It Go when she lets her hair down.
ROTBTFD Fic Idea
So I was feeling nostalgic for when this fandom was a thing and Harry Potter was still alright and I’ve decided to summarize an old fic idea I had back then.
It starts in a basic Hogwarts AU setting, with the Big Four in their friend group, plus Anna. Jack and Elsa are kind of a thing; Rapunzel and Eugene, and Anna and Kristoff, are fully dating; and Astrid and Hiccup are definitely not. It’s that thing where Hiccup does his best to avoid the rest of the teenagers from Berk, which in this world is a small magical island village off the coast of the UK. (Think where A Thing of Vikings has it located.) The basic dynamics of all those stories.
Anyway, something or other happens and the group of five friends end up performing a spell that goes wrong and they accidentally pull their counterparts from a different dimension to their world, plus whoever were in their immediate surroundings. Of course, I’m talking about their movie versions. This ends up with Hiccup and the gang (I’m thinking sometime after HTTYD 2 and ignoring 3 because I hate it), Merida and her three maybe suitors (I just imagine her dragging them into misadventures because I think that’s a fun idea and she needs friends), Rapunzel and Eugene (I’m working with the theory that she’s cousins with Elsa and Anna so they all know each other), Anna and Elsa and Kristoff (and maybe Honeymaren and Ryder, I go back and forth on whether to have Frozen 2 be a thing), and finally Jack Frost and Peter Pan (this comes out of no where but I really like the idea of Peter being a spirit and acting as Jack’s little brother figure since Jamie is long gone by this point).
All the movie versions exist in the same world, some post post apocalyptic one where at some point civilization collapsed and started over, this time with magic being far more abundant. Jack and Peter are something like 3,000 to 5,000 years old. They hide as soon as they get to the Hogwarts world because they were in the middle of a fight with some shadow spirits or something who make a break for it towards the Forbidden Forest, they’ll spend most of the story dealing with rounding them up and staying hidden while everything else is happening, maybe.
The story is mostly going to be about the clashing dynamic of the groups. Like the movie versions don’t really know each other as anything but fellow nation leaders (I also kind of imagine there being some hostilities between the Highlands and the Barbaric Archipelago to add tension), while the teenagers are all close friends. Hiccup’s relationship with the Dragon Riders is nothing like the strained relationship of his counterpart (and he and Astrid are married), same with Merida and her suitors. Everyone is just really different and I thought it’d be fun to play around with them meeting each other.
At some point, towards the end, Jack and Peter finally reveal themselves and they know how to get back to their world. This will have the biggest changes because unlike everyone else, they’re a different species from their counterparts and ridiculously older. There’s absolutely no romance between Jack Frost and Elsa. Also depending on if this includes Frozen 2, Elsa has maybe been helping Jack and Peter in her role as a bridge.
It’s a lot of vague ideas and a general sense of a plot that I will never write because it has way too big of a cast to balance and is beyond my abilities. But I do still think it’s a fun concept.
WHAT IF...
So, I saw this one post about how Hans looks a hella lot more like Rapunzel and Eugene than any other character. There was a theory that Hans could be Rapunzel and Eugene's kid, but then that theory obviously got blown out of the water due to that one coronation scene where Rapunzel herself attends the coronation.
BUT
What if...
Hans WAS Rapunzel and Eugene's kid? What if, in the future, when Anna gets married and has children, her child attacks Corona, Rapunzel's kingdom? We've all seen classic examples of kids not taking after their parents, and this could very well be a good example. What if her kid killed the royal family - Rapunzel, Eugene, their other kids (Hans' brothers), and only Hans managed to escape? What if he went to the one tower where his mother had told him that she had been imprisoned? What if the horse who helped him escape despite being stabbed in the side, took him to the same place where it had taken Eugene all those years ago? What if Maximus, while helping Hans escape with his dying breaths, took him to Rapunzel's tower? What if Hans buried the horse after its death and climbed into the tower?
We've all seen that scene where Rapunzel reads the same 3 books again and again. But there's more books on the shelves. What if those were the books that Mother Gothel used to learn witchcraft? What if HANS learns witchcraft? He's in the tower, miserable, defeated, but he knows this place holds some strange importance. He goes into rooms, and finds the books. Wanting to distract himself from his present helpless situation, he reads, reads, reads, and learns witchcraft? What if he finally realises that the key to saving his kingdom need not lie in meaningless battle, but in going back in time and stopping it from ever happening? What if he learns magic and sorcery, so that he can go back in time? He knows he can't kill Anna, that would be ruthless (im imagining him as a good person here). So he decides to woo Anna instead into marrying him.
So that the child of Anna that destroys his kingdom never existed.
Hans obviously has good genes that make him look young, since he's Rapunzel's child. He could easily pass off as a much younger man than he looks. He plans to use his witchcraft to travel back in time to Elsa's coronation, and marry innocent Anna himself. It might cost him a lot, but his family and kingdom would be saved.
By the end of Frozen, he realises that Anna and Elsa are going to die.
And he realises that that could be the key to saving Corona.
Because while using so much magic, his sanity has snapped. Everything has a price, and the price of him learning magic was his humane conscience.
Which is why, by the end of the movie, he's ready to let Anna and Elsa die, so that their ancestors are never born.
Does the world of Tumblr accept my ridiculous headcannon?
Idk what this hijack stuff is but I played girls go games and isn't jack Elsa's boyfriend or did she key his car after he cheated on her with Rapunzel in that one game?
On a completely unrelated note, yall remember that game where you had to make different potions and feed them to Toothless to get all the different reactions?? Maybe Jack snuck into that one
It’s not the full song but it’s still really cute and I wanted to leave it here so I know where it is. Also, I can show it to all of you as well. I wish it was on youtube though so I could put it in my likes. Oh well!
Mirror Hans One-Shot
Cause why not?
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“Doesn't it bother you?” Anna choked? “To live life and not feel anything that’s truly your own?”
The shackled form of Hans regarded her sympathetically, or rather, Anna mentally corrected herself, empathetically.
“Only when I’m with someone like you.”
“Of course, “She responded biting her lip to futility try and hold back the salty water in her eyes, “Because I want you to be bothered.”
Hans closed his eyes to deal with some unseen internal turmoil and nodded. The emotions that played across Hans' face seemed so genuine Anna desperately thought to herself. But in truth they were her feelings, and her desires, and her fears that he was only borrowing.
“I hate this!” Anna sobbed and the details of Hans’ face blurred together. “I wanted you to be the villain, I wanted you to be irredeemable, but everything that happened was my fault.”
Hans reached out to Anna, but the shackles stopped him short, and he could only watch as Anna’s form shuddered from her stuttered breath and tears. “It’s not your fault.” He whispered. Stepping back and lifting his hand up, Hans cupped the air imagining that he was holding Anna's cheek and wiping away her tears.
“It’s no one’s fault.” He said softly and two tears of his own trailed down his face.
Anna choked at his words. Unable to bear his company any longer, Princess Anna sprinted from the cold stone cell.
The solitary prince watched her go and his heart felt ripped and torn.
The feeling, though, soon started to fall away. Starting at the edges, the heartache and sorrow fell into numbness. The unhappy lines on his face smoothed themselves out into a blank canvas and the person that Anna had spoken to was no longer there.
The man….no, the mechanism seated itself. It had nothing more to think or do now that it was alone.
And the trails that the two tears had left on its face were nearly dry.
Imagine all the cool new keyblades!
Well, almost all.
Pick A Princess Gif/Screencap Meme; Princess Anna
Favorite Outfit
what's the first movie you remember seeing in theaters? don't try and be all edgy and cool and say like tetsuo: the iron man. be honest.
Go!!
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.
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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.
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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!