#hans frozen

[elanrakiss]

The fur and the cap, which were made entirely of snow, fell off, and he saw a lady, tall and white, it was the Snow Queen.

[jennieartic]

WTF did I just draw anyways happy birthday Anna

[jesterjabbering]

they should start a band

[sparkling-nov]

I always knew people were just being sexist...

[seaslugfanclub]

Disneys Sleepiest Soldier

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The video essay on (Y/N)s phone becomes increasingly blurry as they take a slow bite of their sandwich, trying to keep their eyes open.

Holy shit, they were exhausted.

(Y/N) sat hunched over the break room table, their eyes feeling like lead sinkers and feet pulsing from walking miles around the park. (Y/N) had arrived to their shift already tired, construction work had been done throughout the evening below (Y/N)s apartment—so they didn’t get a lick of sleep the previous night.

And after being in the sun all day, up and walking around tending to both guest and entertainment, they felt like they were going to pass out.

Pausing the video essay, (Y/N) checked the time on their phone, their soul clenching when they saw that they had 5 hours remaining to their shift.

Finishing off their sandwich, they looked at the time again to see they had 20 more minutes left to their lunch break,

“I’ll just take a micro nap, 10 minutes tops…..no one will notice…” (Y/N) reasoned, setting a timer on their phone and resting their head in their arms, almost instantly falling asleep.

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Even though he technically didn’t have to eat or drink, Hades couldn’t resist having a secret martini around this time of day. He had all the ingredients prepped in his room; gin, glass, live worm, all he needed now were the olives that were kept in the employee break room fridge.

Appearing from a cloud of smoke right in front of the refrigerator, the Lord of the Dead retrieved the olives, about to vanish to his room when he noticed a slumped over form in the corner of his eye.

“Well, what do we have here?” Hades mused as he walked over to his favorite park attendant, who was passed out on the break room table.

He loomed above them for a few minutes just appreciating their sleeping form when he noticed how dark the rings under (Y/N)s eyes were, they also looked paler than he remembered.

Now (Y/N) could look like anything and Hades would still find them attractive (the old pervert) but even he hated to admit how corpse like they looked.

“Geez kid….they don’t make things easy for you do they? Poor schmuck.”

Sighing in resignation, Hades swished the olives in his had away with a wisp of smoke, pocketed (Y/N)s phone, and proceeded to lift their limp body into his arms, carrying them bridal style. Once he knew (Y/N) hadn’t waken up from being jostled, he teleporting out of the break room and into the Villains common area.

Being so used to living around dead people, the feeling of warm, living flesh against his cold body was a change that Hades didn’t know was so welcomed until now. It almost hurt to part from (Y/N) as he layed them down onto the sofa in the middle of the room. Hades stared at them for a moment longer, before turning around to leave the room. He needed a stronger drink…

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“Cripes—Silver!? Did you nab my blunderbuss again— oh..”

Hook trotted into the common area, hoping to find and berate Silver for his missing pistol, before cutting himself off when he spotted (Y/N)s sleeping form splayed out on the sofa.

It seems that their exhaustion overpowered Hooks shouting, (Y/N) not even stirring.

Hook slowly approached the couch, looking over His park attendants form with silent wonder. He had never seen (Y/N) asleep before, they were always up and running around the park, confident and energetic. Hook marveled in this rare vulnerability, (Y/N)s sleeping form reminded him of the old renaissance paintings he had plundered with his crew years ago. (Y/N)s face was absent of all emotion, their hair splayed around them—

Wait a minute….

Hook was brought out of his reverie when he noticed how awkward (Y/N)s head was resting against the arm of the sofa. How could his dear attendant sleep without proper pillow!?

“My poor poppet… I’ll set you straight right.”

Hook sped out of the lounge, only to return minutes later with a pillow from his own quarters. He didn’t mind the strange looks from the other villains who were stalking the halls, his only goal was to get back to the common area.

Making sure not to scrape (Y/N) with his hook, the old captain gently lifted (Y/N)s head to place his pillow underneath their neck.

Taking a step back he admired his work, (Y/N) looking much more comfortable lying against his down feathered pillow.

“Sleep well my dear~” he whispered has he stalked out of the room.

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Hans clenched and unclenched his fists, not liking the way his palms felt— being so unused to not wearing his gloves. He rarely takes them off, and of course the only time he does so he misplaced them. He tried to ask around to see if anyone had found his pair of cotton gloves, but like every other time in his life, Hans was ignored.

His last hope in his search was the lounge, praying to Mickey-fucking-Mouse that they had somehow made their way there.

Completely focused on finding his gloves, Hans entered the common area and immediately began rummaging around. He didn’t care if his trousers got dusty or his hair fussed up, he couldn’t bear the feeling of his hands making direct contact with everything.

“Kom igen… var är de?”

Hans’s frustration was finally overwhelming him, about to give up when he noticed a flash of white from underneath the couch.

“Aha! Oh, finally!!”

Hans kneeled to reach under the couch, finally grabbing his beloved gloves and wasted no time in slipping them back on his hands. Relief washing over him, Hans went to stand back up— only to be face to face with (Y/N)’s

He flinched back, stumbling to his feet. In his mad search for his gloves, he had completely overlooked the sleeping (Y/N).

He titled his head, confused on why 1: (Y/N) is passed out on the villains sofa when they’re in the middle of a shift, and 2: why their head is resting on a satin down pillow that probably costs more than their rent.

Hans was brought out of his thoughts when a noticed a shiver ran up (Y/N)s back, the park attendant squirming.

Huh, he never noticed how chilly the lounge was, probably because he was used to the cold, even the central AC being nothing but white noise to him. Looking at (Y/N) again, he felt a strange squirming in his stomach…

….eh, it’s probably pity.

Tugging on his gloves, he walked over to the common areas closet, where they kept all the cleaning supplies, lightbulbs, untouched board games, and blankets. Groping around until he found something that met his standards, Hans pulled out a knit throw blanket and walked back to the couch.

With a flick of his wrists, the blanket unfurled and fell onto (Y/N)s body, (Y/N) unconsciously burrowing their face into the knit wool. Hans was strangely reminded of the bakers in his castles kitchens, blanketing the tops pies with dough.

Shrugging off the memories, he gave (Y/N) a fleeting look before exiting the lounge, his fists clenching and unclenching.

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The overhead LED lights stung in Frollos eyes, making him wince and rub the bridge of his nose. He used to think Paris as a filthy city, but now what he wouldn’t give to be back in the 15th century.

Trudging down the hall, a pit of anxiety welled in the bottom of his chest, dreading having to go back out in the park and having to… eugh, interact with others.

His procession stopped as he passed the doorway of the common area, turning his head towards the sofa. Checking to make so no one else was near, Frollo approached the couch to look over (Y/N).

If it was anyone else, Frollo would’ve sneered and berated the person for their sloth. Such waste of time and insult to God.

And yet…

It was a rarity to see the park attendant so still, their resting body allowing Frollo to notice details he never saw before; The stray beauty mark on their cheek, a specific strand of hair the coiled around their face, cuts and scrapes that littered their hands…

Frollo huffed, allowing (Y/N) to continue their sleep, about to exit the room when he stopped.

Their (Y/N) laid, their form vulnerable and unprotected, resting amongst those with wicked tendencies. It would go against his “beliefs” to allow evil to take advantage of those unaware.

Reaching into his robe, he pulled out his personal Rosary, the old wooden beads clicking as they hind from his fingers. Delicately, Frollo hung his rosary from the edge of the couch, the cross resting right above (Y/N).

“Procul recedant somnia, Et noctium phantasmata; Hostemque nostrum comprime, Ne polluantur corpora.” Frollo muttered a prayer, signing the cross over (Y/N)s body.

Having so other excuse to stay, Frollo stalked out of the lounge

“dors bien et fais de beaux rêves..”

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Facilier was….well— he wasn’t sure what he was looking at.

(Y/N) sprawled out on the couch, head resting on a pillow that looked like it belonged in Big Daddy La Bouff’s mansion, worn knit blanket draped over their body, and a dingy rosary hanging above their head.

The shadow man stared down at (Y/N), his shadow trying to reach the couch, only to be shocked backwards. Probably the fault of the rosary.

“Ah forget it old sport— let the kid rest,” Facilier chastised his shadow.

The conman recalled seeing (Y/N) stumbling around the park earlier in the day, nodding off while standing. Poor sap must’ve surrendered to their bodies plea for rest.

Facilier’s been known to indulge in a nap once or twice, especially on the sticky summer days back in Orleans… but from personal experience, he always needed total darkness.

“I’ve got no idea how they can sleep with all this light… let’s do the poor Cher a solid. Shadow, cut the lights.”

With the command of his master, Faciliers shadow creeped towards the window on the neighboring wall, pulling down the blinds as Facilier walked over to the light switch, humming to himself.

“..pale moon's shining on the fields below…. The folks are singing songs, soft and loooowww~”

flicking off the overhead lights, the lounge was plunged in darkness.

“Much better, c’mon old sport—” Facilier beckoned his shadow, who gave (Y/N) a longing glance before return to his master.

“You needn't tell me, ‘cause I know… When it's sleepy time down south~”

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(Y/N) sighed in their sleep, nestling into the blanket and pillow. Although they were still fast asleep, far from waking up— they could feel the peace that washed over them. Something only achieved when you’ve reach maximum comfort after strenuous activity.

There were moments in their sleep when they were uncomfortable; neck aching, cold, bad dreams, and bright light stinging behind their eyes. But each time they almost roused from sleep, the problem was always solved, sending them deeper and deeper into the REM cycle.

So there (Y/N) rested, swamped in strange warmth and set to not wake for a long while.

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Can you tell that my love language is acts of service?

I just wanted to write something fluffy, (also I kinda want to write more Hans stuff, an obsession is growing…)

Anyway, enjoy!

[jeelikesstuffs]

TUMBLR CRACKSHIP WARS ROUND 2

[zenzerodomina]

Kristoff: you are just a spoiled brat with daddys money that has never worked for anything in life. you are an arrogant narcissist that expect anything you ask for on a silver plate!

Hans: how dare you say such terrible true things about me?!

[harleyquinnselectraheart]

Hans: "Some of you have never been so traumatized by your own family that you ruined your one chance at happiness, and it really shows."

[ddddspup]

princessmeg999 has been terminated off youtube which means the full video that this clip is from is now lost to time. i must preserve this flynn rider x hans x jack frost crack shipping clip to preserve their legacy. please if anyone is out there that has the whole video i beg you we need to preserve this history

[venusssus]

We fucked up as a society and I’m very tired of 2023 and not being able to ship my favourite ships anymore, like a character not eveyone loves, having my own opinion.

When I say I ship Helsa people go INSANE. Not only they tell me I’m weird and crazy but sometimes also give me death threats. Once I left a comment on tiktok saying : „I dont ship elsamaren but I love your edits!” And then this girl checked my account and saw Hans/Helsa tiktoks and texted me : „Kill yourself honestly, you homophobic idiot”.My question is WHY? Why am I being called a homophobe when I’m not? And Why Can’t I ship Helsa? Is it killing people?Am I hurting innocent kids because of it? Setting World on fire? AM I FORCING YOU TO LIKE THIS SHIP? ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT.

I don’t ship Elsamaren and Jelsa, I don’t think they have chemistry at all. I love Hans with Elsa and in my eyes they have the greatest tension and chemistry. But — Let me surprise you now…This is my own preferance! My point of view! My opinion! MINE.

[coatengine]

I think the Hans fandom is way too quick to excuse Hans’ actions. I, like many people, read ‘A Frozen Heart’ and developed a new found interest in the prince. He has a sad backstory and interesting motivations, obviously people like him. But, I don’t think we should use Hans’ to absolve him.

As it stands, Hans is a bad person. We shouldn’t ignore that. If Hans does come back and they choose to go the redemption arc route, he should feel guilty. He should be apologizing the entire time. And at the end Hans shouldn’t be besties with the main cast. They should go their separate ways.

Hans is a victim but he is also a perpetrator, two things can be true at once. Hans is infinitely more interesting when we let him be multifaceted.

TL;DR Hans isn’t a great person and we shouldn’t pretend he is. Also he owes Anna and Elsa a huge apology. Especially Anna, though

[elanrakiss]

Inktober

Day 5 |binoculars|

[pirate-of-the-southern-isles]

And then he got smacked really hard upside the head.

[eylih]

We as society need to bring back Frozen memes 🗿

You can repost if you want but tell me before and credit me (I'll know if you don't, I'm caribbean)

[simpofhans]

So, in Poland recently came translation of the French Disney Novels collection by Hachette, that for now includes BATB, Snow White.... and Frozen :333

And in the case of our favorite Prince of the fandom, we have some information about him that because of the borders of publishing in different countries, many people not know (THIS COLLECTION IS NOT EVEN YET PUBLISHED IN POLAND, I GOT IT FROM THE GUY THAT ORDERED IT FROM THE FIRST HAND FROM THEIR WEBSITES T_T)..... and because I will have this gift for Easter, not yet, the second part of Hans lore there will be at late April/early May, with my seaside May weekend in my country :333

But we have some information about Hans, that gives us sight to him closer, reveal him as a much softer and carefree person than we thought, AND SHOWING HANS IN A SOFTER WAY AND WARMING HIS APPEARANCE IN THE EYES OF HATERS AND DISNEY ITSELF IS THE BEST THING EVER TwT

So :

We have confirmation that Hans loves candies and him and Anna have eaten "millions of them".... :333 I LOVE THEY SHOW THE SWEETEST AND MOST ADORABLE SIDE OF HANS HERE, MY HEART WARMS AT THIS SIGHT AND WORDS TwT

We also have.... THE CONFIRMATION OF HANS BROTHERS'S NAMES, FIRST PRESENTED IN A FROZEN HEART AND ALL IS FOUND, AND ALSO ONCE UPON A TIME.... THIS IS SO GREAT THAT IT BASICALLY CONFIRMS THAT THE FROZEN NOVELS ARE CANON NOT ONLY IN THE MAIN FRANCHISE, BUT ALSO IN FOREIGN ORIGINAL NOVELIZATIONS!!!

And my man Lars is included there.... THANK YOU FRENCH DISNEY!!! TwT

I don't have exact quotes, but there are three quotes that for me very much show Hans's personality.... AND ARE CONSTRUCTED IN THAT WAY THAT IT SUGGESTS THAT HANS, IN FACT, WAS REALLY CURSED BY SOME EVIL MAGIC, BECAUSE THE TEXT DOESN'T STRAIGHTFORWARD REVEAL HANS'S PLANS, RATHER SHOWING HIM AS THE PERSON WHO WANTS MORE FOR ARENDELLE THAN GIVING OUT THE BLANKETS AND CLOAKS.... FANDOM, WHERE ARE YOU WITH THIS THEORY? IT COULD BE TRUE NOW.... T_T

This quote says : "Anna saw that Hans's face was darker and more gloomy, not resembling the sunny person she fell in love with anymore" (suggesting that either Hans was tired because of responsibility and stress that came to him, either that he is a sociopath, or either that he was REALLY cursed, as fans suspected....)

Next quote confirms that Hans is, in fact, a people pleaser to people he likes : (replacing the krumkake eating scenes for some reason) :

"Anna and Hans made a chocolate eating race, and Hans was enjoying it to please Anna" (MY HANSANNA HEART OMG!!! TwT)

And the last quote, confirming Hans as a good leader and softer person than we thought TwT <33333 :

"Hans realized that helping Arendelle should be more than giving out cloaks and blankets...."

OVERALL, I WILL HAVE THIS BOOK FULLY READ PROBABLY ON MY TRIP IN MAY TO THE SEASIDE, BUT STAY TUNED FOR IT, BECAUSE EVERY HANS LORE MENTION IS IMPORTANT!!! ^^ <333

[seaslugfanclub]

Frollo: They need to learn some morals and values.

Hades: Look at them and tell me theirs a god!

(Y/N): He made me in his own image

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*Hans talking about his plan to take Arendelles throne*:And that’s when it hit me, the best idea I’ve had in my entire life!

(Y/N): that’s the worst idea you’ve had in your entire life

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Mickey Mouse: This is great, Y/N, I love helping kids! I love kids Y/N! I LOVE KIIIDDSS—

(Y/N): Uh—Mickey I really wouldn’t be screaming that at the top of your lungs..

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Hans: These are my brothers, we don’t always get along but we sure do love each other!

Hans’s brothers: Hans. We genuinely hate you. We have no love for you in any shape or form.

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Cruella: I’m always prepared. Unless of course, prepared means sober….which in that case I’m rarely prepared.

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Mother Gothel: My whole life people have told me I’m the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen. And I’m like “haha~nooo ;)”

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Cruella: I’m on six beta blockers, and a large iced coffee. I have no idea what I’m here for.