#fractaliisms

     “Elsa?”, the younger girl called, gently rapping her knuckles against the oak wood of her elder sister’s bedroom door. The scene today was oddly reminiscent of that four years ago— rainy, cold, and quiet. So extremely quiet.

     “I, uh, I know today’s really tough for you. It’s tough for me, too. But I was thinking, y’know, maybe it wouldn’t be as tough if we were together? I cut some lilies from the garden, I thought we could— I thought we could put them on Mama’s grave. Since they were her favorite.” Anna’s voice softened then, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. For three years she’d suffered through this wretched day alone, and she didn’t intend on spending another curled up in a ball on her bed, mourning her parents by herself.

Send me a ` boo! ´ and I will reply with an image of how our Muses would be together in a haunted house.

         ❝ Oh man, aren't people going a little TOO                    overboard over this Jelsa thing? ❞

         His words are meant for whining, but the boy LAUGHS through it all out of pure amusement. He's already STOPPED minding this whole craze long ago, which consisted of shippers more or less pairing him together with a certain blonde who happens to be his FRIEND.

         ❝ Here, look. ❞ Gesturing to the computer screen that displays, ah, fanart, of the snow bringer Jack Frost and the ever elegant Snow Queen ELSA, but despite the quality of the piece, the sight causes a MOCK pout causes the young actor to almost look like a child. ❝ I don't look THAT old, do I? ❞

Cheek: Dear/Kindness/Satisfaction

Hiro kissed Elsa on the cheek. He giggled and threw his arms around her neck, a big grin spreading across his small face. Hiro always loved Elsa coming around to play. She was always nice to him and gave him cuddles when he couldn’t get to sleep and was crying. She was just as much fun to play with as Tadashi was and when Elsa came over the day seemed to immediately get more exciting.