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[gryfon-spanish-werewolf]

Soulsborne!Frozen AU: Great Knight Annatorias, the Abyss Walker

This is @jabs-wocks and @daughterofhel’s fault but I’m also @-ing myself because apparently I don’t need much encouragement to write stories sometimes so…

Before getting started, this entire 3.5k (yes, that's the correct number) brain-on-fire, sleep depriving idea, was inspired by two pieces by @azaffranist and one by twitter user @agongbushou. I highly recommend checking the linked art out before reading, since I reference them at times directly.

Okay Soulsborne!Frozen au, Anna is Knight Artorias, legendary fighter, sent to the Abyss to seek and destroy the Darkness of the world itself.

No pressure or anything.

Anna is a brave hearted woman, shoulder to shoulder with those who fought and killed nigh immortal dragons. Her kind pluck such foul creatures from the sky with arrows larger than trees, with lightning more forked than a hurricane, and slay enemies with the kindness of silver and gold-tipped daggers.

Her own mighty broadsword swings over her left shoulder with ease, a smile on her lips as she walks. The Age of Fire is upon them, but there is fear in the hearts of the gods, and to save those who would, without help, succumb to the evil inside of them Great Knight Anna will stop at nothing.

There are monsters to kill, perverted and misguided souls, each one more disturbing and profane than the last, as each is born from the Abyss itself, a dark, treacherous place where no mortal would dare tread. The city of Oolacile is threatened, sinking slowly into Darkness as an ancient, promethean man eats it from the inside out.

But Anna holds courage in her heart, and should she need a reminder of strength or solace, she need only look to her right and Elsa, her direwolf companion, is next to her, ice-blue eyes speaking more than a voice ever could. Her pure white fur makes the Darkness shrink, her frost-like Light magic a boon in the most murky corridor. Elsa has a nose for danger, and can conjure crystals to warn of dangerous earth, poisoned water, a new rash of weather over the mountains, or the lurking threat of fire. Her pelt is soft and warm, and in the mountains where they camp she’s as cozy as a bonfire, her fluffy tail wrapped around Anna’s middle as the Knight snoozes against her side.

With such skill and determination, and pureness of heart, Anna is more than well equipped to fight the Darkness, especially when Elsa is with her every step of the way.

The Abyss calls itself Manus and it is a nightmare.

For the first time, Anna is overwhelmed. She is battered against the walls of this cave, she is clawed and crushed and flogged with fists of pure Darkness. Her ears ring with primal screams. Elsa’s magic is no more effective than her teeth, and Anna watches as her companion lunges at the Manus’ middle, watches how the Darkness warps impossibly, sees a hand of incredible size form above Elsa’s unprotected back. Anna moves.

She does not feel her arm shatter (that pain will come later) but she hears it, cracking and shredding and splintering, heedless of muscle and skin.

The shield’s magic forces Manus back, screeching into the Dark. A brief respite.

Elsa pants hard, the concussive force of the hit rattling already exhausted bones, empty of energy and magic. Anna knows Elsa will not survive another blow. She is still young, a pup, and deserves to grow, large and strong. A pelt, a life, as bright as Elsa’s should not be swallowed by the Dark.

Anna speaks the runes and the shield ignites with Light, protecting Elsa from the Abyss forever, but also protecting Elsa from following Anna as she hefts her greatsword in her off hand and limps back towards the sound of Manus’ roars. She closes her ears to Elsa’s pitiful cries.

The Dark would not claim another victim.

But it does.

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Whatever thou art, stay away.

Soon I will be consumed by ‘Them’, by the Dark.

All of you… forgive me. For I have availed you nothing.

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Hundreds of years later Elsa’s ears pick up the sound of an interloper in the graveyard. She rouses herself, shaking rainwater from her coat. The snowflake mark on her brow has dulled, no longer lively purple but a morose kind of brown, the color of bloodied earth long dry.

Elsa is tired. Thieves keep coming to steal what is most precious to her. Could they not see the weapons of their fellows littered on the ground? Monuments to greed, pillars of failure each one of them, a blade planted vertically in the dirt next to small, unmarked headstones. Don’t they see? They seek an object that will only kill them, the wicked artifact that allowed Anna to walk into the Abyss unharmed, only for claws of black to tear her asunder. The cursed item that allowed Anna’s fate.

No one should have the power to throw themselves so willingly onto Death’s sword.

As the thief approaches Anna’s enormous headstone, reaches their hand out to touch Anna’s greatsword, Elsa makes her presence known. She is a formidable sight: a fully grown Great Wolf, she towers, mountainous, over this puny looter. Anger shoots through Elsa, igniting her limbs as she leaps down and tears Anna’s weapon from the dirt. Again. To stop one so desperate to kill themselves. Again.

Elsa howls at the moon, anguish and guilt and fury clashing within her.

Let Anna rest, her work is done. Do not walk in her footsteps, as there lies only suffering.

She repositions the sword in her mouth and swings, long and sweeping as she has seen Anna do many times before.

Blood stains the rocky headstones in crimson arcs.

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Elsa awakes yet again and everything has changed.

It is dark, unnaturally so. There is no graveyard, there are no trees, no whisper of wind through her coat. She is flat on her back and there is a strange man in a wheelchair to her right, telling her things. Yharnam? An Outsider? He mentions blood and suddenly Elsa’s nose is filled with it, cloying and pressing against her. How had she not noticed it before?

How also had she not noticed she was strapped to a bed?

He begins his so-called transfusion and Elsa sees that her feet do not end in paws and her tail is missing. Her teeth are no longer sharp as she tests them with her tongue and her muzzle does not like to growl but to grumble, too short to carry the sound forward.

But she does not have time to contemplate this as her vision blurs and she falls backwards into the dark once more.

A Beast of blood emerges from the floor but Elsa feels no kinship with it. The Beast is twisted and wrong, and as it reaches out to touch her it bursts into flame, screaming. Perhaps her Light magic still works here… or perhaps Anna’s shield is still bound to her, after all this time. For surely that creature is borne of the Abyss.

So too must these small pygmy-like wretches crawling up her stomach and chest. Fear jolts through Elsa’s heart as these pale things are not deflected by magic and instead reach her head and cover her eyes. A voice whispers in her mind.

“Ah… you’ve found a hunter…”

Anna?

The Hunter’s Dream is serene and soft compared to the Night eating Yharnam alive. Here there are flowers, a pleasant breeze that does not carry wails, and though there are graves it seems a peaceful place of rest for all, not just the dead.

And this is where Elsa finds her.

Anna. Her Knight, her long lost friend, lying against the garden wall. Her eyes are closed, peaceful in sleep. Elsa approaches with great joy but… something is wrong.

Anna… doesn’t smell like Anna. Elsa presses her nose against the woman’s cheek, just to be sure, but is chastised by the man inside a house at the top of the steps, the one who must have brought her here. Elsa remembers a piercing pain in her chest followed by a long dark like a heavy blanket, deep and inevitable. Perhaps she died the night of the thief, and this world is simply the next one. Anna, or perhaps not-Anna, has not stirred in the slightest to Elsa’s presence, and with another beckoning of the old man, Elsa realizes this is a mystery to be put aside for the moment. Besides, Anna is peaceful in this state, and… she was not peaceful the last time Elsa saw her. Maybe this is where she has been sleeping all along, as Elsa watched over her grave in the other world.

Elsa slowly gets used to walking on two legs, though she always misses her tail, expecting it on the back of her calves every other step. She is both taller and shorter than she feels she should be but the little pygmies do not laugh when she misses her target because of this. In fact they are friendly, bringing her trinkets at times. She understands them a little, as they too are non-verbal. Human language still eludes her, though Elsa realizes she has now, the ability to speak it, as clearly and easily as she used to speak to Anna with just her movements. No one seems to mind her silence, and in turn she feels no need to break it.

Except for the Doll.

That’s what the man calls her, the not-Anna. Now awake, she is kind and gentle, and while her warmth kindles familiarity in Elsa’s soul, it is not enough like the bonfire of a spirit Knight Anna always possessed. Though she shares Anna’s face, her voice is thinner, like a creek through reeds, shallow like music from another room. If this is what her Anna has been reduced to, then Elsa will care for her as she always has, her silent companion. But it is the only time Elsa wishes she could speak, align her muzzle and teeth and tongue in the right order for speech. But she, the Doll… Anna… this woman, seems to read Elsa’s eyes well enough, and always wishes her wellness and luck in her hunts.

The Yharnam Elsa now stalks may be new, but it is not unfamiliar. There are monsters here too, but they are not undead but Beasts, sick like the Darkness made humans sick. The town conjures a feeling of familiar unease, it is like Oolacile being consumed all over again. Elsa has been given a strange blade: a cane-sword, they called it a trick weapon. It has a different kind of grace than Anna’s greatsword, but Elsa can admire its stinging, erratic bite as it curls around shields and tears flesh with the same ease as her old jaw.

Elsa resigns herself to the Doll, this copy of Anna, a pale comparison but not an unkind one. Until the day she learns of Lady Anna, an Old Hunter, experienced slayer, and roaming ghost of Yharnam. The man tells Elsa that Lady Anna wishes to exterminate Beasts so that people can live in peace, forever, and she is as ruthless as she is discerning, relentless in her quest. Even the Doll has nothing but admiration in her too-soft voice for this person.

Elsa needs to meet this her, and sets out immediately. She sounds… very much like Great Knight Anna: firmly set in her beliefs and desire for goodness and peace in her grisly work, but Elsa swallows the glass-like shards of hope rising in her throat. Disappointment would be its own kind if dying.

She finds her in the Clock Tower. The likeness is uncanny, but if the Doll was an enthusiastic replacement, this body was a carbon copy. The swallowed glass gets lodged, stabbing into Elsa’s heart, but still, she dared not hope. This person, Lady Anna, was so… still. Knight Anna was never still, so much boundless energy, so much eagerness, the will to do good, to make safe haven, sometimes even robbed her of sleep. The woman sitting in a lonesome chair is not like that at all, she is calm, collected.

Perhaps she is dead.

Indeed, Lady Anna is covered in blood and Elsa does not see her chest breathe, not even an inch. Tentatively she reaches out a hand. Oh, now this would be cruel indeed - to find her Knight only for her to be dead and bloodless and empty of everything once again.

The vice-like grip around her wrist shocks Elsa from her thoughts.

“A corpse… should be left well alone.” A corpse, a corpse!? But Lady Anna is so very alive and her voice--

Unmistakable.

But quickly Elsa realizes she’s fighting for her life. There’s so much noise and movement and blood, so much blood it reeks. Lady Anna’s swings seem to come from nowhere, fire igniting in the wake of every slash and it’s dazzling and swift and uncanny… and yet.

Her stance may be foreign but her prowess is not, she directs her weapons with grace and skill, and the blades dance towards Elsa’s throat with a precision borne from battle hardened assurance.

Just like a knight. Just like Anna with her greatsword.

Suddenly Lady Anna is upon her, grabbing Elsa’s collar and pulling, clutching Elsa to her chest. It’s rough and unfriendly but Elsa knows deep down this is new and startling for both of them. Anna’s breathing is ragged despite her absolute dominance over the battlefield, her voice shaking with some burdening magnitude.

“I know you,” Lady Anna whispers in her ear.

And Elsa, having not made a sound this entire time except in exhaustion or pain, gets her too short tongue working and too small teeth out of the way to say, “And I know you. You are Lady Anna, protector of Yharnam, slayer of the Darkness that lurks in the hearts of men to make them Beasts, and you have done well to make a name for yourself here. But all of that I know only because I found myself here, in a Dream. When I was young, and Awake, I knew you as Great Knight Anna, warrior against the Darkness itself, and you held in your powerful grip a sword as tall as you so that you could always slay something larger than yourself. It flashed as brightly as your smile until it could no more. And the last I saw you was when I had no shared language to warn you, no voice to scream in grief as your arm shattered and yielded to profane horror. Despite your broken body you used your only able limb to shield me against death itself, magical and eternal. But it kept me from you, and you walked back into the Dark where I could not follow and then there was the most terrible quiet. I saw someone go in afterwards, and only then did I hear your voice again, but as it was never meant to be: broken and hollow and defeated. Dark.”

Lady Anna’s hand shakes, her other poised over Elsa’s heart. It could drive right through her chest, seek the Beast in Elsa’s blood and rip it out. But perhaps it was there before the infusion, one of kindred spirit instead of illness and madness. Anna releases her hold without warning and Elsa’s knees hit the ground hard.

“I… have felt a loneliness for so long,” Lady Anna says, almost to herself. “I have searched for years, every nook and cranny, guided by nothing but some deep knowledge of a phantom ‘other’ by my side, etched so deeply it could be in my very own blood. But this presence, this… twin soul, has never showed itself.” She looks at her swords. “They did not used to split, it was one weapon, until I could not stomach the void anymore. I threw it away, and fashioned these. They… somehow I knew I needed two. There were supposed to be two. Two… of… us.”

Elsa goes to answer but the words tangle in her mouth, gargled and guttural and rough. Speech flees from her again, focus gone, and Elsa clutches her throat, gasping. Lady Anna twitches, hands tightening on her weapons.

Anna’s voice holds the tension of a tripwire. “You--... She... I gave someone a name once. My closest friend. She had unique Light magic: small diamonds, blue, beautiful.” Her eyes flashed with her steel. “Show me. Tell me her name, or be not Hunter but Beast.”

And Elsa does.

The Clock Tower fills with floating diamonds, glittering and bright, etched with symbols of safety and protection and Light. They move and spin, arranging themselves into a shape, not a Yharnam rune but an older one, one only Anna would know. Elsa’s name in the language of the Age of Fire.

Anna drops her swords, clattering to the floor and embraces Elsa with arms so fierce and desperate that Elsa cannot breathe, until Anna’s shoulders slump and hitch with sobs and now Elsa holds Anna with tired, grateful hands.

“I thought…,” Anna manages, trembling in Elsa’s grasp, “I thought it was a Dream. All that before… really happened.” Anna clutches at Elsa’s clothes, like burying fingers in thick fur, “I have missed you every moment of my death, including all the seconds from when I Awoke without you, until now.”

Elsa wipes Anna’s tears away, clumsy in her joy but her eyes say everything her stubborn tongue won’t, and it is just like before, when she knows Anna understands her completely.

“In my defense,” Anna sniffs, regaining a bit of control, “I thought you’d be taller. And well, you were a wolf the last time we met.”

Elsa can’t help but smile at that, lending Anna an arm as they stand. The smile turns into quite the wolfish grin indeed when they realize at the same time that Elsa is in fact, an inch or so taller than Anna.

“You really did grow up without me, didn’t you?” Anna says wistfully, as though to chastise for leaving her behind.

Elsa makes a huffing sound that they both know is laughter and presses her forehead against Anna’s.

Finally. Her Knight. Her Lady.

Her home.

This time, neither will face the Darkness alone.

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Alternate Endings, courtesy of questions asked by @daughterofhel (who patiently let me tell the ENTIRE story of Artorias and Sif AND the Good Hunter and the Doll and Lady Maria to contextualize this… entire… thing)

-Lady Maria!Anna is not immune to Beast blood like in canon and after joining up with Sif!Elsa actually succumbs to the plague and goes feral. Their roles are now reversed, Elsa is the badass Hunter with a Beast companion. They still know each other well enough to communicate but are ostracized from the other Hunters because Elsa refuses to kill Anna

-Because Elsa was a creature in her past life, the Beast blood takes hold very naturally, and it does not change her personality or sense of self. Lady Anna reclaims her greatsword trick weapon and travels Yharnam with Elsa by her side, now a were-beast. The magical snowflake on her forehead comes back and her fur is the same white/white-blonde as when she was a Great Wolf

-Lady Anna actually DOES rip Elsa’s heart out of her chest like that killer parry (for female Hunters only!), realizing seconds too late she has killed her life long friend who crossed time and space to find her. Distraught, Lady Anna consumes Elsa’s heart, drawing upon her vampiric, Vileblood ancestry to bond Elsa’s soul to hers. Other Hunters begin to hear rumors of a unique Beast stalking Yharnam, slaying it’s own kin and leaving behind oceans of blood. It has patchy red and white fur, a greatsword strapped to it’s back, and two different colored eyes: one green, one blue. Some even claim that it speaks to itself, though broken and twisted, and it will leave a trail of blue-glowing diamonds in areas safe to return to, lighting up the dark.

Players who fight this Beast are startled to learn that the heat-up phase is actually the Beast transforming into a much smaller, very human figure who begins to wield the trick weapon on its back with swift, deadly, and ferocious attacks. The figure will sometimes scale walls and launch attacks from above, the air along the cut of the weapon’s blade igniting into flame and leaving explosive blue crystals behind. Upon the boss’s defeat the player gets double the amount of Blood Echos they expect and as the person collapses a white soul emerges to entwine around a red one, dissipating into the ether together

[my-headaches]

He visto antes la oscuridad pero no como esta esta es fría, es vacía es insensible.

La vida que conocía ha terminado las lucen están apagadas.

Hola, oscuridad estoy lista para sucumbir.

Te sigo a todas partes siempre lo hago pero te has ido a un lugar que no puedo encontrar.

Este dolor tiene una gravedad que me tira hacia abajo.

Pero una vocecita susurra en mi mente.

“Estás perdida la esperanza se ha ido pero debes continuar y hacer lo que es correcto”

¿Puede haber un día más allá de esta noche? ya no sé lo que es verdad no puedo encontrar mi rumbo estoy completamente sola la única estrella que me guiaba eras tú.

¿Cómo levantarme del suelo cuando no es por ti que me levanto?

Solo haz lo correcto.

Da un paso, otro paso es todo lo que puedo hacer para hacer lo correcto.

No miraré demasiado lejos es más de lo que puedo soportar pero empezaré con este aliento, con este siguiente paso, esta decisión es una que puedo tomar.

Así que caminaré por esta noche tropezando ciegamente hacia la luz y haré lo que es correcto.

Y con el amanecer, ¿qué viene después? cuando está claro que nada volverá a ser igual.

Entonces tomaré la decisión de oír esa voz y haré lo que es correcto.

[snowflaketale12]

Frozen: The Next Right Thing... 😭

Inspired by one of my best friend @azaffranist's art 😌

[lovewillthaw-j]

1 year anniversary on Tumblr! Thank you for 1,205 followers!

Special shout out to my closest friends @super-mam-te-moc @holidayeverynight @hafanforever @let-it-show @bigfrozenfan @angelshizuka @hereisisa @yumeka36 @themountainsays @hb-pickle @greatqueenanna @tare-disney @fericita-s @the-sky-is-awake @prototyp013 @frozensquishie @thet-sgirlbossmagic @hausofelsa

And thank you to my faithful followers @zoueriemandzijnopmars @antoineharrakblog @britishchick09 @teddyth88 @elsa-agdardottir @justlookatthosesausages @ice-bjorn @gemasivi @joannevixxon @tenshichan1013 @the-blue-fairie @randomwriter23 @ionlycareaboutfrozen @hhieumeo @verannaca @glacearendelle @nananaheyanna @themarshmallowattack @ullrs-skis @yuyisb @gueligldv @arendelve @annarendelsa @thegeekogecko @azaffranist @kittyfierce @gabxe07 @shealwaysdies @ask-the-fifth-spirit @eijichan4 @daimonlyra @dontrunintofirexoxo @thequeennapper @snowflakewing @bstormhands @showvyourself @ends-of-the-wayward-storm @sinnatagg

[hereisisa]

Well we got many things from D23....

3 SONGS: Into the unknown (Elsa solo, happens at the beginning of the movie)

Some things never change (whole cast)

Iduna’s lullaby

2 PICTURES:

4 SCENES: - the charade scene + Elsa and Anna cuddling and Anna singing to Elsa

- Kristoff trying to propost but Anna’s distracted by Elsa’s troubles

- Mathias talking to Anna about his late father advising him that life will throw you curveballs

- Iduna singing to Elsa and Anna

detail of the first scene:

A final clip will play showcasing a voice calling out to Elsa. In it, the group plays charades. Olaf goes next, joking about this being easier now that he can read. He struts with his hips and "Elsa" is properly guessed. Elsa is next. She moves slowly and prompts some bad guesses from Anna. She zones out and looks out the window. After Anna guesses, "Disturbed," Elsa decides to call it a night.

Everyone parts ways and Kristoff tries to propose to Anna but she is so distracted that she doesn't notice and leaves the room. In another room, Elsa is wearing their mother's scarf which Anna claims is a sign that something is wrong. "I just don't wanna mess things up," Elsa says, sitting on her bed. Anna joins her. "What would I do without you?"

Anna claims to know what she needs. "In Mama's words, cuddle close, scooch in," she says. She sings to her. "Where the north wind meets the sea, there's a river full of memory. Sleep my darling, safe and sound, for in this river, all is found." They nod off to sleep. Later in the night, Elsa is having trouble sleeping. She hears something and puts her head under a pillow but it doesn't help.

She leaves the room. "I can hear you," she sings. "But I won't. Some look for trouble while others don't. There's a thousand reasons I should go about my day and ignore your whispers which I wish would go away, oh. Oh. You're not a voice. You're just a ringing in my ear and if I heard you -- which I don't ... everyone I've ever loved is here within these walls. I'm sorry secret siren but I'm blocking out your calls!" (credit to azaffranist on discord)

Introdutions of Iduna (Evan Rachel Wood) and Mathias (Sterling K Brown)

more hints: beginning: it starts with a prologue that leads to a scene that features a “voice from the past” calling to Elsa present day.

end: Frozen 1 & Frozen 2 will be one complete story.

[bigfrozenfan]

Tagged by the great artist @azaffranist

how it works: choose between two words and make the chosen word bold, pass this game on to those whose answers would tickle your fancy.

ancient or modern · bitter or sweet · chocolate or vanilla · coffee or tea · create or destroy · day or night · early bird or night owl · freckles or dimples · gold or silver · greek mythology or egyptian mythology · macarons or eclairs · hot or cold · thunder or lightning · typewritten or handwritten · secret garden or secret library · spicy or mild · dark magic or light magic · virtue or vice · ocean or desert · mermaids or sirens · known or unknown · rough or smooth · moon or stars · rain or snow

Tagging:  @queen-iduna-of-arendelle @fericita-s @the-spastic-fantastic @habibi18 @hafanforever and anyone else who wants to do it

[fansoffrozenyt]

New poster of the Arendelle Odyssey project, thanks to @azaffranist for this master piece 😍

[kristannaweek]

#alltheswordsforAnna

What it is: Various artists drawing Anna holding different iconic swords!

Who can participate: Anyone! 

How to claim your weapon: You can comment on this post! or message @karis-the-fangirl. This post will be updated with the list of claimed swords and links to artwork as it appears! 

NOTE: If you’re looking at a reblogged version of this post and want to claim a sword, please double-check the original post to make sure you see the most recent list! If two people comment claiming the same sword, it’ll go to whoever commented first. 

When does it have to be done?: Whenever! This isn’t a formal event with a hard deadline. The only rule is that if you don’t get around to drawing anything by the time Frozen 2 actually shows in US theaters, then you lose dibs on your claimed sword :P 

CLAIMED SWORDS!

the Sword in the Stone - @upthenorthmountain

Masamune Katana or Xena’s sword  - @frenzy5150

Lightsaber - @punkpoemprose

She-Ra’s sword - @awesomemaple

Darth Maul’s double lightsaber - @thegeekogecko

Master Sword from Legend of Zelda - @willowwish64

Excalibur (which is not the same as the Sword in the Stone) - @smol-grump

Wonder Woman’s Godkiller - @epbaker

Gamora’s sword - @wheres-your-rum

Valyrian steel dagger from Game Of Thrones - @onlykristannaxoxo

Needle from GoT - @loveapplemint 

Greatsword of Artorias - @ azaffranist

SAO’s elucidator and dark repulsor - @rrrheina

Rose Quartz’s sword - @pastaspider

Hiccup’s flaming sword from HTTYD - @jewishicequeen

Silver Sword from The Witcher - @not-rotting

Tidus' Celestial Weapon, the Caladbolg, from Final Fantasy X - @moredibell

Suggestions for swords that haven’t been claimed yet! Inuyasha’s Tessaiga; Sting, Anduril, Glamdring, etc. from LotR; Green Destiny from Crouching Tighter, Hidden Dragon, the Sword of Gryffindor, the katana from Highlander, the Vorpal Sword, a Bat’leth, the Sword of Martin from Redwall...

For more ideas check out Man at Arms: Reforged on YouTube! (also it’s just a good show that I really like, they actually make real weapons from pop culture and talk about the process and the tools and it’s FASCINATING)

[rrrheina]

Tagged by @azaffranist and @thet-sgirlbossmagic

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ancient or modern · bitter or sweet · chocolate or vanilla · coffee or tea · create or destroy · day or night · early bird or night owl · freckles or dimples · gold or silver · greek mythology or egyptian mythology · macarons or eclairs · hot or cold · thunder or lightning · typewritten or handwritten · secret garden or secret library · spicy or mild · dark magic or light magic · virtue or vice · ocean or desert · mermaids or sirens · known or unknown · rough or smooth · moon or stars · rain or snow

Tagging: @justlookatthosesausages @fansoffrozenyt @annaenthusiasm @myrthena

[astaralys]

Tagged by incredible artist @azaffranist!

how it works: choose between two words and make the chosen word bold, pass this game on to those whose answers would tickle your fancy.

ancient or modern · bitter or sweet · chocolate or vanilla · coffee or tea · create or destroy · day or night · early bird or night owl · freckles or dimples · gold or silver · greek mythology or egyptian mythology · macarons or eclairs · hot or cold · thunder or lightning · typewritten or handwritten · secret garden or secret library · spicy or mild · dark magic or light magic · virtue or vice · ocean or desert · mermaids or sirens · known or unknown · rough or smooth · moon or stars · rain or snow

Tagging: @ks315f, @chuffedcatloaf, @snowycrocus, @laikaken, @ziel101 - or whoever is interested :)

[lovewillthaw-j]

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Into the Unknown Fanedit with Alternate Siren Call!

I recently learned of an alternate siren call (thanks @azaffranist​!) 

You can hear it here: https://www.instagram.com/p/B9Im7ztj6lE/ 

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A post shared by Jeff Williams (@jdublish) on Feb 28, 2020 at 6:45pm PST

The alternate siren call is F#-A-G#. (this is in the key of F# minor) When transposed down to Eflat minor, you can see that it shares the same notes as the original siren call.

I decided to try changing the siren call in Into The Unknown and also try my hand at audio-video editing. This is the result!

The song stops before “Everyday’s a little harder, as I feel my power grow” because after that point, the siren call is too difficult to edit and Elsa is also singing the notes of the siren call.

Process: 

1. I took a single note of Aurora’s vocal (the note was E flat) and triplicated it and changed the pitch of the 2nd and 3rd one to get Gflat and F. Note the crickets in the recording. 

2. I then intermixed the original ITU and instrumental ITU so as to remove all the siren calls but keep Idina’s voice.

3. Then I added in my new siren call at the time points where I deleted all the original siren calls.

4. Moving onto the video, I muted the original music video.

5. Lastly, I added my new franken-audio track to the video.

6. Crossed fingers that it would turn out OK!!

@super-mam-te-moc​ @bigfrozenfan​ @theupsidedownpyramid​ @prototyp013​ @thet-sgirlbossmagic

[bigfrozenfan]

Time for new theories...and some facts

I wrote the following BEFORE these ominous plot details came to light, so consider this post as if it were yesterday (or the day before yesterday).

This theory contains SPOILER, at least for those of you who avoid merch leaks and to whom Annecy says nothing.

At the moment the whole fandom is very agitated again. Reason for this are certain merchandise leaks and twitter statements. I contributed to that myself and one of my last posts spread like wildfire..but only because my post landed outside of Tumblr. Ok, that's often the case with very short posts without any in-depth explanations, i get the impression. I now try to go a little further...

Some of you may see their expectations or hopes swimming away that Elsa and Anna will have more time together in Frozen II because suddenly so many new characters have appeared. Some also wonder how this will work if only two new voices have been cast for the movie (Evan Rachel Wood, Sterling K. Brown). Quite simply: these two are intended for vocal parts, so they play a much bigger role than the other new "players". 

I currently count six new characters (without the Spirits / Elements): the young Sami girl and this ominous boy from the teaser (probably a flashback), Mattias (one of the newly cast voices I bet; this spelling seems to be confirmed by now) and these three Sami from this maze game, for which I posted a mini-theory (more about that later). In addition there is Iduna in a flashback and probably also Agnarr (see Leak from Annecy). It can also be assumed that these new characters won't be the only ones on the plan, but that we will also see other people from the Sami people, because they obviously live in this Enchanted Land and probably can't leave it (keyword magic fog). Somehow they must have come to terms with the spirits of nature or at least be tolerated, which doesn't surprise me very much, as the Sami are a nomadic people and have always got along well with nature itself.

What I'm getting at is this: I haven't counted now, but in the first movie we had a lot more characters to deal with, including voice parts, than in Frozen II, as it looks so far. They either loosened up the plot or gave it an extra seriousness, something that wouldn't have worked with our protagonists alone. Additional characters are important for the whole story and they didn't bother us in the first movie, quite the opposite. For example, our gang has a very long sleigh ride up to the north in front of them, really enough time that Elsa and Anna can really talk each other out. I assume that at a more "private" moment with Anna, Elsa has the idea to send Olaf to Kristoff to entertain him a bit, but in reality to distract him from their conversation.

After everyone has walked through the portal, however, there is hardly any time left for chats, because now the actual action takes place. At this point I would like to refer to the "An absurdly long Frozen 2 theory - The Land of the Mist" by @azaffranist, which I think is really great. (LINK)

The trailer only suggests the order in which the scenes take place. I get into the attack scene in the forest, when the inhabitants are fleeing from the fire and Elsa (together with Olaf) probably has her big appearance, which consumes her completely and in the course of which Olaf possibly loses his life. We know from the teaser how he still clings to her and in the trailer you only see Elsa kneeling on the ground and waving Anna away with her last strength to prevent her from getting closer before she finally saves Kristoff at a gallop. 

I suspect that Kristoff had accidentally recognized the danger for Anna in the scene before and then didn't think long. 

We don't know what will happen afterwards, but at this point the threat to Elsa should not be over yet.

Whether before or after, our gang must have gotten to know the inhabitants there and there were certainly very quiet moments, perhaps with one of the seven new songs (to my knowledge more are not confirmed). This brings me to my theory about Kristoff and the Sami. It's one of the big questions from the first movie, where Kristoff came from and why he lived with the trolls. In this country he now meets Sami for the first time, who perhaps know more about it. Maybe a resemblance with someone in him was recognized and maybe it comes out that he actually stands in front of his own relatives. This story with "A new girlfriend?" came to my mind spontaneously, but it would be quite conceivable that a Sami girl (I'm thinking of the dark-haired one) had an eye on him (probably not the other way around). 

It could lead to some entanglements with Anna, maybe even to a full-grown argument. We all know that Anna is his big crush, that he kissed her and confessed his love (Frozen Fever). We can only guess what happened between the two in the Short OFA, but his languishing look at the end says it all, doesn't it? I guess Anna wouldn't take up a new relationship very well and as I know her temperament by now, she certainly doesn't keep her opinions to herself. As for her clothes, Anna wears a SASH (or it looks like she does), like the Sami, and Kristoff wears one, but in a more noble form, just like a princess should. But what this new characteristic of Anna means is still a mystery to me.

Let's get to the other Sami girl, the one with the "white" hair. Can the spirits transform into human form? At least we know from Nokk that he is a shapeshifter. But we also have a harmless looking Lizard, whose character made it into a game (Leak). What if this girl is not a Sami at all, but a camouflaged spirit? Of course, it happens more often that even younger people suddenly get white hair (I myself know someone like that in my private life), but in a movie like this every little thing has a deeper meaning.

As for the serious face of Anna in Frozen II, I think there are only three reasons: Kristoff (quarrelling / jealousy), Olaf (his possible death) or Elsa (one of the reasons for her journey and her concern for her). Which of these would weigh heavier? Or is it the combination of all three reasons that makes Anna's smile disappear for a long time?