#FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER

[camillasgirl]

💕 13.02.2025 💕 

[tenshichan1013]

disney frozen voor het eerst na al die jaren musical awards gala 2025

[nattanoora]

“But do you think I should go on a date with that guy?”

“Yes. How bad could it be?”

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Nikolai Lantsov x gn! Reader - Kings and fools

A/n: whoops, cannon? she died yesterday. also translations at the end

Summary: Being trapped in a Fjerdan lab isn't much fun, but things do start to get interesting when someone you recognize shows up.

Warnings: Swearing, implied death, implied torture, beating people up, prolly ptsd, just all around fun times.

[Pronouns used: You/your] [Pov: 2nd person] [Pairings: (romantic!) nikolai x reader]

You were going to laugh because of the sheer hilariousness of this situation. Never-mind, you were currently laughing your head off.

One of the guard's turned around to look at you with fierce eyes and smacked your face thrice just for little a giggle slipping past your lips.

"Tig!" He shouts at you in Fjerdan after hitting your face repeatedly. "Tig!"

But you could care less, because they obviously didn't realize who they had just captured, because if they had, they would be carrying a body bag instead. War would start between Ravka and Fjerda, or perhaps they would keep it a secret and invade Ravka knowing they had a dead king.

The King of fucking Ravka was shoved into your cell.

The Fjerdan guard scampered off probably because he had spent too much time on such a lowly prisoner not knowing if he used his fucking eyes he would see that he would be getting a raise within the hour.

Alas, he didn't and now you were stuck with an unwanted roommate.

"Are you okay?" He whispered to you, and your breath stopped.

You had not expected that, you had expected some arrogant fool, as kings usually were. Kings and fools were one in the same after all.

"What?"

"He hit you."

Blinking a couple of times, you just shook your head. "He was being kind."

The King narrowed his eyes. "Unless I'm mistaken, kind people do not hurt someone."

You wanted to say that it didn't hurt, but you were weak. The bruises forming would say otherwise, and lying wouldn't get you anywhere. Even so, the only way to survive this place was to be strong, someone slapping you three times because you laughed wasn't the worst you've experienced or seen. A slap was child's play.

"You'll soon find out kindness comes in more forms then one."

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It was Nikolai Lantsov's first true day in this hellish Fjerdan laboratory.

Now he would find out what you were used for.

"Get up." You kick his side as he groans on the dirt floor. "Get up, you babink!"

He throws his head up to look at you with curled lips.

"I certainly won't if you don't ask me nicely."

You have heard of his ability to charm, and you've heard of his large ego, you've found the only thing that's true is the latter. Nikolai has an incredible ego whether it be a facade or not it didn't matter. It was going to cost him his first real beating, and make all the other ones look like mercy.

"Unless you want one of the guards to kick the shit out of you, get up!"

He sighed, but quickly followed your orders and you vaguely wondered if he was used to giving orders rather then receiving them, or if he let all his generals do it for him.

You shouldn't be helping this poor fool, but some part of you still burned with the need to protect your country, and by extension of that the king. It was a part of you that dared to hope, it was weak, and the reason you were in this situation. You thought that hopeful part of you had died the first week you were here, and you knew they weren't coming for you. Despite being their best.

You should have known better then, just like you should know better know.

But you're a fool.

Somehow, for the next five months you manage to shield Nikolai away from the brunt of the nasty atrocities in this lab-rat prison. Both of you do your labor with no foul-language, or whimpers escaping. You manage to stay quiet and to get the guards off his, and your backs. It's a miracle considering he talks so much.

You just hope you can keep him out of the lab.

"So, you know how to speak Ravkan?"

Your back stiffens, and the cuts there sting a little as you do but you manage to ignore it in favor of glaring at the man who's sitting in your cell beside you. How he managed to remember you cursing at him in Ravkan that first morning is beyond you. Usually time will seep deep into bones until there's nothing but the memory of pain, and the moments of suffering. Having someone else there is dangerous, because it lessens the load and makes you a fool, for it gives you hope.

"You should stop asking questions you know the answer to." You muttered while rolling your eyes at him.

"That wasn't my question." He shoved your shoulder, if you weren't here he would have had more strength to not shove it so weakly. If you weren't here, you wouldn't wince slightly anyways, if he hadn't shown up this would have never happened.

His bright piercing gaze meet yours and you wanted to curse for your heart stuttering in your chest. At least you knew there weren't any grisha around to hear it.

Now, that very thought made you sick.

"What do you want to ask me then?" You ask him, as his eyes glint dangerously and you wonder whether kings are the fools, or if it's just the people who get caught in their snare that are.

"Three questions," He bargains. "Then I'll let you sleep."

Pursing your lips, you think about what could go wrong, but you find you don't care. You've been fearing for your life, and pain for over three years, if your name was still uttered around Ravka then Alina Starkov was going to come running for your rescue. It didn't matter if he found out who you were through some silly questions, it was just leveling the playing field. It wasn't fair, you mused, that you knew his identity, but he didn't know yours.

"Fine." You snap.

Plus, you were feeling slightly more sappy tonight, if he wanted to hear your sob story that he's already been told but has forgotten then he could be your guest.

"Where did you live?"

"Fjerda, then Ravka."

"What did you used to, do before all of this." He gestured towards the cell.

"I hunted down the people I used to work for." You speak rather curtly before facing away from him, unwanted memories flickering behind your irises. "I think that's enough questions for tonight."

But he grabs your chin and turns your head to face him as he shifts his body closer to yours so you were only a breath apart.

"I have one more question left."

"I hate you."

He smiled, "No you don't, drüskelle maleni."

You slapped his hand away from your face, and moved away from him with a furious expression written with the frown on your lips.

You thought if anything, he would know you as the spy, not as the drüskelle maleni - the drüskelle ghost.

That's what you were before, someone who had been raised to kill without thought, to someone who found humanity again. Then lost it as they had to repent for their sins.

"I'm sorry lapushka, I shouldn't have-" Nikolai tries to reach out for you, but even in your tiny cell do you manage to move away from him.

"Don't Moi Tsar." You hissed, quickly silencing the King. You didn't hear from him again that night

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Of course the next day was shit.

Nikolai refused to follow any orders and you knew the guards were getting fed up with his behavior. Currently, so were you, did he just forget every lesson you taught him to stay quiet? Was he such a fool as to not realize that if he didn't stay hidden enough they would figure out who he was and he would be dead by morning?

Yet it was not in Nikolai Lantsov's nature to stay quiet, saints, you doubted he even knew the word.

If he was going to be this reckless than you couldn't help him, you wouldn't help him. What's the point if he was bargaining with his own life?

That's what you repeated to yourself anyways, as he was slowly getting dragged off.

"We're taking this demjin to the lab." One grumbled as they pulled Nikolai with a group of soldiers.

Your blood went cold, and your eyes started to fill with dread.

You had been in the lab, once, but they decided they didn't actually need you. Still, you got to see the people being put under terrible things, testing them to see how much the body could handle. There were crimes not even imaginable, so bad that when someone opened their mouth to speak about them, a scream got let out instead.

The unlucky ones would disappear once they crossed the border into the lab. The lucky ones would come back alive, maybe even a little maimed, but alive.

Maybe they weren't so lucky than, maybe the real curse is going through it than surviving it.

Djel, You prayed. Please let this work, for once let me save something instead of kill. Don't use me as your blade but as your shield. Just this once.

You ran up to the guards and tore them off of Nikolai, breaking their grip on him.

"Me jer jonink." You whispered to the King in your mother tongue, not quite knowing what you were asking forgiveness for. Perhaps it was for the way you snapped, or for the lives you've stolen, you don't quite know. Maybe it was for the way he laid his eyes on you, and you on him. The way you've protected him, and the way he's given you hope.

Kings and fools are one in the same.

"What do you think you're doing!" One growled, while the other two held down your arms against your thrashing.

Saving him. "Helping my country, Fjerda." You lifted your chin staring defiantly into their faces. Knowing that you were like them once, killing grisha, only to be shown mercy, and turned into a weapon against the Drüskelle. You could be that one last time, you could serve Ravka, even if it meant death.

You could serve your love.

"You should know that grisha anything but vile, they are good, they are-"

The guard not holding you down, knees you in the gut, causing your knees to tremble and your strength to waiver. Yet the men gripping your arms forced your legs to work, lest you break them.

"Grisha will run this country to the ground!" He yells at you, spit hitting your face.

You knew you had to go further if you wanted them to forget about Nikolai and his stunt of, existing.

Taking a breath you opened your eyes and hoped.

"Fel holm ve koop djet."

Immediately they start to drag you away from Nikolai who tries to shout, to get them to stop, but they ignore the King. Instead they seem to find enjoyment with bruising you up on your way to the lab.

Now you truly understood why you asked for forgiveness, because the look in his eyes as they pulled you away could only scream love.

Words 1843

-thedelusionreaderbitch

Translations:

Fjerdan:

Tig - Shut up

Drüskelle - Witchhunter

Demjin - Demon

Me jer jonink. - Forgive me

Fel holm ve koop djet. - Our home is better for it

Ravkan:

Babink - Barbarian

Maleni - ghost

Lapushka - Darling

Moi Tsar - My King

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[arendelle-archives]

Who's in the portrait from Frozen - The Broadway musical?

A quick recap: in the original Broadway production of Frozen, during "For the first time in forever", Anna is seen next to the portrait of some unknown gentleman. Who is he?

I initially thought (incorrectly) this was a portrait of a young King Karl XIV Johan who was the king of Sweden and Norway (where he was known as Karl III Johan) during the years 1818-1844, i.e. during the time Frozen takes place!

Portrait of crown prince Karl Johan by François Gérard 1811 (cropped).

It could have been a cool easter egg to have him appear in the musical but unfortunately (for me) it was not the case!

My friend @bigfrozenfan suggested (correctly) that the uniform of the man in the Frozen portrait was borrowed from a painting of the Russian prince and military commander Pyotr Mikhailovich Volkonsky (1776-1852):

Portrait by English artist George Dawe circa 1823.

Unfortunately, this only gave us half the Broadway painting. We still needed the guy's face. Browsing image results on google, this painting of Russian politician and military commander Pavel Alexandrovich Stroganov (1774-1817) popped up, and it was a perfect match!

Portrait by George Dawe from some time before 1825.

Once we mirrored the picture...

Broadway on the left and original to the right.

Now, why Pavel decided to borrow his countryman Pyotr's uniform in the Frozenverse we can only speculate. What we do know is that they were both long dead when Frozen takes place.

Why were these portraits chosen by the set designers? Why not just use one portrait and call it a day? Why mane an edit? Probably just for fun. Maybe to confuse see if someone would figure out what it was based off of! 😄

It should also be mentioned that something strange is going on with the left epaulette. Compared to the original (right below), some elements of it has been copied and pasted in the Broadway version (left below). I have no idea why. maybe to save space in the picture. Other than that, the uniform appears to be completely unaltered.

I hope you learned something! 😁

Summary:

[daily-fire-spirit-cookie]

Daily Fire Spirit #48

[saanea]

❝ 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 ❞ ― Anna

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

[rocketonthemoon]

So I got stuck re: completely forgot to read on the fandom part of Easter's prompt game so I figured I'd make my own post about my OG princess and werewolf knight flash writing I spent this afternoon on. @ekingston thanks for the fun game I promise I'll play by the rules next time

Original prompts I spun were 'fantasy' + 'trapped by a storm' + mutual pining + Bigfoot

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“Are they still there?”

The werewolf draws his head back out from the pouring rain, shaking the water with a flick of his pointed ears. 

“No.” 

She sighs, her shoulders sinking as she leans fully into the cave wall. Barely a cave. Chased by soldiers from the Bigfoot Nation border, her knight hadn’t initially been picky on the size of the current alcove when he’d shoved her into it and wedged himself in after. It’s a tight fit, but the surrounding foliage did a nice job both concealing and shielding them from the driving rain. Rain that was making it almost impossible to see the wood they’d just crashed through in escape. 

Beggars couldn’t really be choosers, given the circumstances. 

Her knight towers above her. The backs of his knees and boots are splattered with mud and plant matter but she can still feel the slight warmth his body gives off. 

“Sit with me,” comes her quiet request. Somewhere else, some other time, she’d have the decency to be embarrassed. Her face would flush and her heart would skip with the thrill of sitting near to him. But here and now, the cold is stronger than her propriety. 

For a moment there is just the rain. The rain and the chatter of her teeth. His shoulders tense as she knows he weighs years of training to guard, to protect, to stay distant against a direct request from his charge. It’s unfair of her, but she reaches out, gently grabbing the edge of his cloak between her fingers. 

“Jul,”  she pleads, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Sit with me?” 

It’s not graceful. His shoulders scrape against the rock and he has to wiggle half into the rain to reposition his shield to the front so he doesn’t crush her against the wall more than she already is. But he obliges. Perched so ready to spring at a moment’s notice, eyes firmly forward and ears twitching, he settles onto the ground in front of her. 

It’s the closest she’s been to another person in weeks. Closest she’s ever been to him. Close enough to feel the warmth of her own breath bounce against his cloak. She wants to lean into the gentle heat of his back, wants to bury her face into the charming tuft of fur peeking out over his collar. For a moment, she considers it. Throw caution to the wind and sink so fully against him and let herself indulge in the feelings she’s been nurturing. It’d be so easy to justify too, cramped as they are in this space.

And then his elbow shifts back just enough to knock into her knee and her whole body alights in agony. 

Stupid curse.

“Princess?” he calls as soon as the hiss of pain leaves her. 

“I’m fine,” she whimpers, pressing herself further into the wall. The rock leaches what little warmth the pain momentarily gave, racking her once more with shivers. “I’m fine,” she says again with more conviction, more to herself than him. She squeezes her eyes tight, breathing through her misery.

There’s a shifting, a clinking of metal, before a heavy weight falls suddenly over her knees. His cloak. His precious cloak drapes back over her from where it had fallen from its clasps. Her hands tremble from more than the chill as she wraps it carefully around her, pulling the hood up for good measure. Between the fur lining padding her from the unforgiving rock and trapping her own heat, her body warms quickly. 

“Thank you,” she sighs, drawing the cloak tighter around herself. She tucks her nose in carefully among the folds and breathes in his smell. Strong and soothing. 

He’s looking at her when she looks up, his head tilting over his shoulder. At first, the blush that crawls over her comes from being caught in the act of sniffing his cloak. But it grows the more she sits in his gaze. The gold of his eye seems to burn softly in the dwindling light with something that catches her breath. A longing that makes her shiver all over again. His voice is soft, softer than she’s ever heard it before. She wants to hear it always.

“Always, Princess.”

[lovewillthaw-j]

Elsa and Anna (face characters) being incredibly cute!

For the First Time in Forever: A Frozen Sing-Along Celebration (Disney World Hollywood Studios)

[graaythekwami]

Adrien, singing: The window is open, so’s that door, I didn’t know they did that anymore! Gabriel: Adrien, the house was on lockdown for ten minutes. Adrien: FOR YEARS I’VE ROAMED THESE EMPTY HALLS! WHY HAVE A—!

[sweaty-toothed-mad-woman]

i’m only me

when i’m with you

[purplelurkinghini]

You and me and the Devil makes three,

Don't need no other lovin', baby (x)

[merp-blerp]

I’ve been thinking about how it’s kinda cool that the moment Elsa and Anna reconnect after years has so many versions of it in existence. So…

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

Yo I was RIGHT?!?!

[doodleddaisies]

Will on the bench with his mouth closed???

[klaineharmony]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The West Wing Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Josh Lyman/Donna Moss/Sam Seaborn Characters: Josh Lyman, Donna Moss, Sam Seaborn, C. J. Cregg Additional Tags: mentions of Gaza, mentions of Leo, Post Bartlet Administration (The West Wing), Santos Administration, this picks up right at the end of Season 7, and is pure indulgence, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, Or at least very little Summary:

When Sam comes back to the White House, Donna and Josh have some realizations. They aren't complete without him, and nothing is going to get in their way this time.