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diggingthegrave:

SOOOOO are we gonna talk about this or not


bastafunk:

I’m back.

bastafunk:

I’m back.


//MY LOCAL DISNEY STORE FINALLY HAS HANS DOLLS OMG. They haven’t had him since February—believe me, I’ve checked EVERY weeks since then. It’s so heartwarming to see Hans here in the store, because it gives me hope that Disney hasn’t forgotten about Hans.

//MY LOCAL DISNEY STORE FINALLY HAS HANS DOLLS OMG. They haven’t had him since February—believe me, I’ve checked EVERY weeks since then. It’s so heartwarming to see Hans here in the store, because it gives me hope that Disney hasn’t forgotten about Hans.


fangirlanimedisney:

Hans is the prince of a thousand faces!


nixreginam asked: "❝How long do we have before they look for us?❞ There was no privacy here, but she NEEDED him. ❝Do you think we can get away? Go down to the gardens? Something, PLEASE.❞"
nixreginam // continued

{♔} —- “Not long,” Hans chuckled, still clasping Elsa’s hips. He trailed gentle kisses along her mouth and cheeks, but between each of them he managed to say: “It’s our party. They’ll be after us any minute now…”

Hans captured Elsa’s lips in a long, lingering kiss. Despite his words, he had no intention of sending her back to the party unsatisfied. When at last they broke apart, he concluded: “But perhaps we can make it a little more difficult for them.”

Taking Elsa’s hand, the King pulled his wife through the balcony doors and away from the ballroom, down a series of halls and, at last, the servant’s stairway, until they found themselves int he gardens. Though they were not impossible to chase, Hans knew a hidden alcove where few would think to look for them. Nestled neatly between two overgrown rosebushes, the little nook went overlooked by the casual observer. Hans himself only stumbled upon the hiding place by chance when he first married Elsa—and since then, it had served as his own secret retreat.

"There now… This is better, isn’t it?" Hans said, bidding Elsa to sit upon a small, stone bench in the alcove’s center. He knelt before her at once and placed both hands upon her middle, where he kissed their unborn children.

"How does my Queen want me?" he murmured. He nuzzled Elsa’s stomach and kissed her again, then moved his attention upwards, kissing her shoulders, her throat, the skin just above her breasts.



Beware the frozen heart…

Beware the frozen heart…


fullunadulteratedart:

The King is dead;
Long live the King


Anonymous asked: "The candles in the baby's room had been out for some time now, but they seemed hesitant to reignite even after Hans had entered the room, succumbing to the chill. The rocking chair in the corner creaked, rocking back and forth with a semi-transparent, shadowy host. "Shh. You'll wake her." The man in the chair whispered, ghostly green eyes glancing up at the King before falling back to the baby in his arms. The phantom resumed his soft humming, a familiar lullaby. /princeamongweeds"

{♔} —- The candles should have ignited at once. Even if their wicks had cooled, the last of their embers snuffed out, Hans’ will should have been enough to set the room ablaze.

But no. The candles defied him. Instead of warmth, Hans found air so crisp it turned his own breath into white, swirling smoke, and a blanket of moonlight so thick and pale that it could have been mistaken for snow.

This was no natural chill. His fires were weaker at night, yes, but not even a winter’s breeze could pierce the fires at Hans’ core. No, this was like Elsa’s frost—this was something that could freeze a heart, or shatter a mind. It seeped into his skin and froze the King down to his bones, and as a shiver ran up his spine, Hans realized that whatever this was, it could not be vanquished with fire.

He whirled at the moan of an empty rocking chair—or, not so empty as Hans first thought. He balked the sight of his brother, and scrambled backwards so fast that his back slammed against the adjacent wall. Fingers clutched at his dressing gown, but Hans did not scream—no, the castle stayed quiet as a tomb, save for phantom’s gentle song, and the occasional creak of his chair.

But the King was quick to recover. Magic consumed his life; it only followed that it would consume death. He did not waste time with denial or disbelief; instead, his mind raced to discern what his brother would want with an infant. In life, Hildebrand might have regarded his niece with a watchful, protective eye—but in death, Hans could not say.

Ghosts, after all, were not often regarded as peaceful visions. Especially not when confronted by their murderer.

Tightening the front of his robe, Hans wrapped his arms at the elbow, as if to shield the remaining flames in his core. He stepped close to the spectre, eyes locked on his daughter and heart hammering in his chest. Even as his mouth opened to speak, Hans did not know what he was going to say.

"She’s cold, Brand," he whispered. "Give her to me…"


fetchinglyfeisty:


Hans & Anna Disney World AUOne Shot Written by hansotsi

“You’re so slow,” the strawberry blonde complained, lacing her hand with her partner’s and tugging. She took another bite of her cone of cotton candy, savouring the sensation of the sugar-spun cloud melting on her tongue. Grinning, she fiddled with the Minnie Mouse headband perched on the crown of her head, smoothing out a crease in one of the large ears.
Glancing up at it, Hans couldn’t help but feel a little guilty as he remembered how he had pushed away the Mickey Mouse pair she had thrusted at him, flat out refusing to wear them. He had thought being one of those matching-clothing couples would be embarrassing, but now… well, he thought maybe they’d have looked kind of cute.
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fetchinglyfeisty:

Hans & Anna Disney World AU
One Shot Written by hansotsi

“You’re so slow,” the strawberry blonde complained, lacing her hand with her partner’s and tugging. She took another bite of her cone of cotton candy, savouring the sensation of the sugar-spun cloud melting on her tongue. Grinning, she fiddled with the Minnie Mouse headband perched on the crown of her head, smoothing out a crease in one of the large ears.

Glancing up at it, Hans couldn’t help but feel a little guilty as he remembered how he had pushed away the Mickey Mouse pair she had thrusted at him, flat out refusing to wear them. He had thought being one of those matching-clothing couples would be embarrassing, but now… well, he thought maybe they’d have looked kind of cute.

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