A sister more like me.
the evolution of Kristoff looking at Anna (▰˘◡˘▰)
This is absolutely 1000% my new mental image for these two (not that it wasn’t pretty damn close before).
My sister is beautiful!
"It’s snowing! Oh, how lovely. I have never seen so much snow!"
"Snow day! Hey, you wanna build a snowman?"
Astrid sat up, the weapon remaining in view as her hard face never changed. Looking her up and down, the girl’s mind was trying to process this stranger. What… what was she even wearing? Underwear? She clearly wasn’t a viking, meaning she wasn’t from Berk. A nomad, possibly? A nomad prostitute? Astrid cocked her head to the side, swiftly hopping up to her feet as the axe was still pointing at the ginger. “State your name,” she declared, a certain assertiveness of caution to her voice.
"Oh! Right…" Anna scarambled off the forest floor. "I’m Anna!” she gestured to herself before coughing nervously. “What about you?” she nudged the intimidating blonde playfully trying to lighten the mood of the rather abrupt situation. “So…I’m guessing you’re not from here…that’s okay!” she nodded with a reassuring smile. “This is Arendelle! the town square’s over there!” she turned to the distance to the fjord. “That’s where I live with my big sister Elsa” she pointed out the palace. The mysterious girl was dressed rather oddly for summer it must be said with winter boots, skirt and feminine styled Armour plates. “Hey, are you hot? Wanna go swimming?!”
Astrid swung the metal axe around her shoulder, knees almost trembling from exhaustion. Each tree she passed looked the same, and she was terribly confused as to how she wasn’t home yet. “Berks never this hot,” the girl muttered under her breath, wiping the sweat off her brow and shaking the blonde locks out of her face. Deciding to take a break and catch her breath, Astrid stumbled to the ground, resting up against a stump. She looked up, squinting. No stars to track yet, but there was always the sun. It had been hours after the hunt with no luck, and the girl had been following the right path all day. Why wasn’t she home yet?
As several branched cracked nearby, Astrid shot up and hid out of sight, hands gripping her axe handle before the stranger was close enough to pounce. And she did just that, knocking them to the ground with a growl.
"Phew, scorchin today!" Anna fanned herself with her hand. She was wondering back to Arendelle, hoping to take a dip in the fjord. Her bathing suit was being washed but Elsa wouldn’t mind if she went in her underwear, right? "Better protect my freckles!" the red head joked as she slapped on some sun cream. "Wouldn’t wanna ge- WHOA!" the breath was knocked out of the Princess in a second as she crashed to the forest floor. "Hey!" Anna groaned wanting an explanation before looking up to see where the blow had come from. "…Hey?" it was a girl around her age with golden hair and striking Nordic features. "Oh wow!" Anna had spotted the axe she wielded. Much more impressive than what she usually used in armed combat. "That’s um..that’s…um…uh…that’s a weapon…that’s a nice weapon!…a nice weapon…that you’ve got there…yes…"
|Are you a virgin?|
"Of course I am!"
♥ Let It Go:
Crown Princess Mette Marit of Norway and Princess Märtha Louise of Norway
Just in case you were wondering more or less who they are based off of