Fanfiction Frozen Novels & Stories

"I didn't do this just to hurt him. I did it to prove to myself that I could walk into your world and not get swallowed whole. I wanted to see if 'flavor' could actually hold its own against 'substance.'" Julian studied her for a long beat, his gray eyes searching Tiffany’s face as if he were reading a complex blueprint. "And?" Julian asked softly. "What have you concluded?" Tiffany leaned back, a small, knowing smile returning to her lips. "I think the Ice King might be more of a vanilla latte fan than he lets on." Julian didn't look away. He didn't scoff. He just nodded slowly, a dark, curious light gleaming in his eyes. "Well," Julian murmured, "it seems we both have secrets, Miss Everhar

Before our marking ceremony, Alpha Theodore Pierce let his childhood sweetheart, Eliana Vale, throw me into a walk-in freezer for a pre-wedding test. I have cold agglutinin disease. Prolonged exposure to cold can trigger acute hemolysis. The pack's chosen best man and maid of honor stood outside the freezer. They held up their phones and started a livestream. "If you want to be our Luna, kneel and beg Eliana." "Promise that once you accept the mate bond, you won't come between her and Alpha Theodore." Half an hour later, the freezer door finally opened. I was on my knees on the ice, my fingertips frozen blue-black. I no longer had the strength to lift my head. Jeering comments flooded the li

My chest heaved. “Let it go,” he rasped. Of course he made a Frozen reference. In the middle of tying me to his kitchen, ice in my mouth, fingers buried inside me. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to scream. I wanted to break. My eyes darted to my stretched-out shirt, knotted above my head, ruined beyond repair. He had me pinned against the freezer, mouth stuffed with melting ice, wrists bound, shorts shoved down, and he expected me to let go.

After one particularly heated argument, she went out and got the tattoo. When I found her, I broke down crying. She hadn't used any anesthesia. Although her face had gone pale from the pain, her eyes shone brightly. She'd touched my face and said proudly, "No one is ever taking you away from me." Back then, I'd naively believed that was what everlasting love felt like. That was why, years later, when another man sent me photos of himself kissing that same tattoo, something inside me had simply broken. I couldn't feel sadness or heartbreak.

I forced a smile, but tears betrayed my body and fell down my cheeks. I wiped my tears and told myself, 'You're no longer Miles Stafford. You're your own person.' After that, I settled myself in a corner. Before long, a black sedan pulled up at the gate. The head, Alex Brabson, escorted an elegant elderly woman inside. The sight of her stirred the other children. They swarmed her in excitement, trying to win her favor by showing off. "Good day to you, Madam!" "Madam, do you want to hear me sing?"

A huge blast of exhaust followed after Karen pressed the button. White vapor from the liquid nitrogen wrapped around the container like Death's embrace. At that moment, the bullet comments sank into complete despair. [The end.] [They're naked, and they've encountered liquid nitrogen. They'll be frozen solid in an instant. They did not even get the chance to struggle.] [This is a real frozen wedding night, alright!] [With one finger, his mother sent off not only her own son, but also her first love's only surviving bloodline.]

And then a grunt of pure strain, coming from right outside. I moved without thinking. A blur of speed and I was at the window, looking down. Oh, moon goddess. Freya was hanging by her bloody fingertips from the shattered remains of the ledge. Zara was tied to her back with a bedsheet, screaming her head off, her little arms locked around her mother’s neck. Freya’s fingers were slipping, blood making her grip slick. They were seconds from falling. I didn’t think. I just moved.

She closed her eyes, and when they opened again, she knew they now shone that pale silver blue. The Collector bent down and reached a bony, rotten hand toward her. Vanessa shot a hand out and wrapped it around his putrid ankle. Ice flowed through her fingertips, cementing his foot in place. The ice spread up his leg and Vanessa saw his milky, dead eyes go wide. He tried to pull away from her, but it was too late. The ice consumed him. He released one last strangled cry and the ice overtook his face, sealing him in a shimmering blue. His frozen expression was one of absolute terror, and it gave Vanessa a momentary feeling of satisfaction. She took advantage of the spare moment to ditch her el

Tears spilled from Starla’s eyes, soaking into the thin fabric of her hospital gown, leaving deep, dark stains. Her fingers traced his features, as if she were afraid he was just another illusion—another cruel side effect of cryogenic sleep. “I never thought… you would be here too.” “It doesn’t matter now.” Xavier kissed away her tears. “From now on, I’m staying by your side.” Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the recovery center, the aurora danced across the Arctic sky. Xavier gently pushed Starla’s wheelchair as she traced frost patterns on the glass with her fingertips.

She closes her eyes for a few seconds has the fire begins to inch closer towards her, when she opens her eyes the earth beneath her seems to freeze over, she looks up and her countenance has changed with her irises warped from black to white DIANE : Heavenly art : eternal frost A huge gust of cold wind immediately blow over, freezing everything around her including the inferno, the demons are struck in awe by what they had just seen with their eyes, demons around her begin to freeze over quickly DEMON WARRIOR #3 : What madness is this??.... How is this even possible….( he is getting frozen and immediately becomes an ice statue)