Romans & histoires Frozen Anna X Kristoff

Although she did it again and again, she never found any trace of Jean in Cresta's past. "Although the destinies of Cresta and the inhabitants of this mistere palace are interwoven, like the threads that make up a tapestry, there is no connection between Jean and Cresta's past. There is only one possibility remaining. Cresta was someone Jean had never met before. Jean's destiny is connected solely with mine." She proceeded towards the balcony. The beautiful heavy snowfall made the entire world gone cold. Anna exposed her bare face and body to the winter. The snow white made her skin appeared unusually pale , and her red hair burned like fire in the cold.

--- Anna Steps Forward Slowly And suddenly the argument disappears entirely. --- Her Hand Finds Mine Warm. Steady. Safe. --- Anna "Xavier." Soft voice. --- Dangerous Woman Because somehow she always sounds calmer than I do. --- Anna "You are not responsible for everything." --- My Thoughts If only that were true. --- My Voice "I missed her call." --- Silence The confession leaves before I can stop it. --- Anna Doesn't Pull Away --- Worse She squeezes my hand tighter. --- My Voice "Three times." --- Her Eyes Widen Slightly

"Captain Frost stripped me of my Ability and gave it to Irene just because he could. If Irene wants someone else's Ability…" The news was a bombshell. Everyone couldn't believe the rumors were true. "If we're talking about contribution, I found a whole supermarket's worth of supplies for the base. That alone makes me worthy of this feast." I looked at Team Zephyr, and the members looked away or suddenly got interested in the floor beneath them. I snickered. "If it weren't for that contribution, you think Joshua could've afforded the cakes and your pretty little dress? You two are mooching off me, and you have the gall to laugh at me? I can't believe—"

They were hesitant, confused by the fact that the woman who had been bleeding out a moment ago was now standing and insulting their fashion sense. "Look, guys," Anna said, holding up her hands. "Can we take a raincheck? I need coffee. Like, a lot of coffee. Maybe a strong narcotic, a long nap, and... I don't know, a nice poop? I just woke up from 2025 and I have ten years of hormones running through me like a freight train. I feel pre pubescent with all the rage to boot. You really don't want to do this tonight." The lead creature, a hulking thing with a jaw that opened too wide, let out a clicking hiss and snapped forward, its fingers lengthening into obsidian talons.

Because of course, this was just another night of duties and fake smiles. Then the wind shifted, and I caught that scent. My wolf froze as every nerve in my body went on high alert. I turned, scanning the room until my eyes fell on her. She was standing at the corner, obviously trying to stay hidden. Her dress was a bit shabby and her dark hair was barely adorned. Nothing about her screamed “special,” but that pull inside me tightened so hard I could barely breathe. “Who’s that?” I’d asked Marcus. He glanced over. “Her? That’s Celia…Hartwood, I think. She’s an omega.” My eyes bulged for a second.

“I’m getting you back to the trailhead.” “This is unnecessary.” “You can’t walk.” “I can.” “You just proved you can’t.” His grip tightened slightly on my jacket. For someone insisting he was fine, he wasn’t letting go. The trail stretched downwards through the trees as I started walking. Snow crunched under my boots. “Mr. Foster,” he said again, voice tight with irritation, “this is entirely inappropriate.” “Inappropriate?” “Yes.” I glanced down at him. “You’re carrying me.” “Because your ankle’s wrecked.”

Derrick was the man running the pack for eight years, but now he was crying like a baby. I watched her. I did not stop her. Ronald did not stop her either. The guards were shocked. They looked at us for orders, but I held up my hand. I wanted to see what she would do. She was amazing. She had no wolf, but she was beating a Beta in front of two Kings. "And that," Anna said, giving him one last kick, "is for the rain." She stood up and fixed her leather jacket. She looked at Derrick like he was gross. Then she walked back to Ronald. She grabbed her phone from his hand. She did not even say thank you. Ronald just stood there with his mouth open. He looked at her like she was a goddess.

Crash! I stood over the fractured ice once more and swung the axe with every last ounce of strength. I hadn’t removed the camera from my helmet. Immediately realizing what I was doing, Luna screeched, "Sophie, are you crazy?!" I ignored her, continuing to raise my numb arms and swing them down, mechanically repeating the motions until… Crack! With a sharp crack, the ice split completely apart, exposing the heating pipe underneath. Taking aim, I lifted the axe high—

"Rosanna, sorry, but this seat has been taken. I'm sure that you wouldn't want to seat with us either way. Just trying to escape your husband and his friend that you cheated on him with." Rosanna's face went, "you are nothing but shit Kristoff. Your time is coming." Kristoff waved her off. "Please don't make a scene, it's not a good look." Rosanna huffed then stormed away, taking her strangling perfume scent with her. "Can someone wave over a waiter? I would like for my dear friend to order since he didn't get a table in time." Stefan with his crispy hand, just like everyone else that did Kristoff's bid, happily getting the attention of someone who came over immediately.

Like he can't believe he's wasting his time with such a person. I watch them converse for a few more minutes, wishing I could hear them but the monitors didn't have speakers installed. At least not one I can see, or find. I don't know what the man says next that has Kristoff snapping up from his seat and banging the heels of his palms hard on the table, anger coming off him in waves. The man keeps talking, his eyes laced with pure venom, and this time Pete holds Kristoff back from lunging at him. Kristoff barks out a command and the man is hauled up to his feet, and thrown out of the club. One of the strippers sashays over and pools her arms around Kristoff's neck. He beams down at her and p