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NOTE: ALL OF THIS HAS BEEN POSTED ON MY TUMBLR (under the name of puckering-gustin). With that said, I'm re-posting it again on FFNET because I figured why not place it all together in a one giant collection? Some of you who don't (or aren't active) on Tumblr can check it out, and those of you who does can keep up on whatever piece I've written that you might've missed. I'm mainly re-posting all of the prompts, so.

ALSO: not all prompts are connected. Each will stand as one-shot(s), unless I say otherwise.

Here you go. Enjoy.

Posted on: Mar 15
mindyla asked: Elsaxhans and jarida in the same fic please? (I actually haven't seen frozen yet but I think the two would make an interesting couple considering their stories) a modern fanfic? Or a hogwarts based?
Featuring: Pairing Elsa/Hans from Frozen, and heavily mentioned-Jack/Elsa.

It's easy to fall in love,
But it's so hard to break somebody's heart
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield

- "Battlefield", Lea Michele

It started with a fight, and Merida still could feel the tingling sensation over the knuckles which she used to punch Frost with. She didn't know who started it, the fight ― all that she could recall was her own body pushing against the crowd, hurrying herself to check what was happening, until she stumbled onto the sight of a fallen Hans, hands clutching his own face, and Frost, one hand curled by his side, fresh bruises welling up on his own knuckles, a bloody trail went down his nose.

Merida acted. She saw her most doomed and best friend on the floor, with the most pompous, "star child" prick over him ― she stepped in and punched him. She punched Frost.

And then just when she got the pale boy to back off, she was pushed by ― the most unexpected ― Elsa Arendelle. Hard. Merida could still felt her ribs shook from the impact of her back against the lockers when she did, and the way her knees met the floor as she collapsed against the earth, grunting, muttering out a curse under her breath.

Everything started to crash and burn when the four of them found themselves in the Principal office, and expulsion threatened over Hans' head, while the others might be facing suspension and a permanent smudge over their records even though summer was just a week away. Until, of course, the Principal offered them an alternative. Be a camp counsellors for four weeks at a camp their school owned as "community service" and everything will be forgotten.

Merida could still remember the way her tongue curled inside of her mouth as she snapped her attention at Hans, blaming him for all of this. She was supposed to spend the summer with Angus and archery ― not setting herself up to be a counsellor for a bunch of pre-teens at a summer camp. But there she was. Clad in the counsellor's uniform, a fresh mosquito bite on her arm and her skin burning along with her freckles from all-day playing under the sun.

Merida snuggled closer to the fire.

It was supposed to be a quick, miserable four weeks with kids, a few other volunteered counsellors, Hans and (as Hans liked to call them) the Silver Couple: Jack Frost and Elsa Arendelle. And she and Hans were supposed to keep everything all to themselves, just like they've always been, from the beginning ― just the two of them, with a rage against the world splattered against one another, and hateful comments bubbling at the back of their throats. Because wasn't that who they were? The outcast? The "Broken Prince" and the "Princess with Anger Management Issue"?

But of course, something decided that it wasn't enough, and then, she and Rapunzel, the counsellors for Girl's Cabin 2D were paired up with Hiccup and Frost, the counsellors for Boy's Cabin 1C, up against the other four groups ― each a combination of two cabins, one from the girl's cabin and the other from a boy's. And just like that, she was separated from Hans, and he from her ― she still remember the glare he gave when he forced himself to stride over to pair up with the rest of the counsellors to his group: Kristoff, Anna and Elsa.

Everything kind of crumbled horribly after that.

"I thought I'd find you here."

Merida let her eyes glanced up at the new figure entering the small cabin ― they called it the store, because that's where extra logs, or chairs or any other possible things are stored at ― and broke a forced, small smile. "Hans."

"Running away?"

"Just escapin' for a while." She decided to reply back, holding in a sigh at the end of her sentences, her eyes blinked back at the small fire lighting up in the old, unused fireplace. For a summer night, it was surprisingly cold. "What are ye doin' here?"

He snorted first, his emerald eyes finding itself on the fire too and Merida knew they both found comfort from this. Heat had always been friendlier than the cold, she imagined he'd rephrased it. Hans eventually gritted his teeth, and there's something like guilt deepening in the way he appeared, "I'm losing my mind."

"Fallin' in love?"

"Just falling."

"You like her," she pointed out the obvious, and felt her chest contracted at the realisation that he wasn't the only one. A pair of blue eyes flashed across her vision, and Merida struggled to catch her breath, just for a second. His laughter still rung like a cursed echo in her ears. The way he held her hand that evening when he taught her to throw pebbles across the lake ― the veins in her fingers which came in contact with his burned. "Elsa."

He gave out a small smile at the mention of the name, and though Merida barely noticed it, she saw the sincerity on the small upward tilt to his lips ― but he also looked sad, as though he knew how the story would end, and it's not a happy ending, and he's trying to cope with that. "It is not fun to fall when there is no one to catch you." He said, and then finally lifted his eyes up to her, now feigning a helpless grin. "She's a heavenly distraction."

"We shouldn't have come here, should we?" Merida replied, sadness weighing on her shoulders at their situation.

He hummed, looking back at the fire. "Frost too good for you?"

"Too in love," she responded, chuckling out humourlessly, the bile at the back of her throat thickened; the night when he confessed his feelings for the beautiful Snow Queen to her still embed, chained, sewn to her memory strip like a tattoo she can't scratch off. The way he looked at the platinum blonde and touched her and called out her name ― Merida wasn't the girl he was talking about. She could never be the girl he was talking about. She was going to be the girl who he called "spoiled" at the beginning of the camp when Rapunzel urged them to work together for their group, the girl who pushed him in the lake when the four of them hung out the first night of the second week, the one he hugged right after just so he wasn't the only one who's going to die freezing. She was going to be the girl who he pulled pranks on with some of the kids, and the girl who he chased until they were on top of that hill, the first people there, to catch the amazing scenery.

She was the girl who punched him a week before school ended.

"You're right," Hans finally voiced out, after a minute of silence, his voice deep and his stare sharpened, but not at her. "We shouldn't have come here."

Merida stared up at her best friend ― her only friend perhaps, before this summer ― and for that one moment, caught herself wishing for everything to happen differently. She saw the way Hans looked at Elsa; while Jack looked, Hans stared. While Jack's face brightened up, Hans' softened. While Jack would be happy around her, Hans' whole aura would change ― he will be kinder, more careful, less tensed than he already was. He was like a completely different guy all entirely.

And it was ripped apart simply by the fact that he can't have her. All because of a stupid fight that he probably started.

If they were in any other kind of situation, Merida won't hesitate to shove him and told him to "deal with it" since he was the culprit behind this whole mess, but this was more than just a hot mess. They were in a war at a battle they were certain they would lose.

Jack and Elsa were meant to be together.

This wasn't her story, or Hans'. They weren't going to guarantee good ending, they never were. They were always given the worst, and had to learn how to survive it. That was what kept her and Hans friends together for so long, wasn't it? Because he knew how to push himself alive for another day, and she had a lot to learn. And they were strong together ― like a force nobody really knew how to handle, what to predict. They were near unstoppable. And to think all of that tough effort faded away just because they fell.

No, she decided. Falling was one thing.

Not having anyone catching at the end of their fall was another.

End Note #1: This was originally a multi-chap idea but I know I could never get around to write it due to my limited free schedule and ultimate laziness, so I present to you a short one-shot. Maybe I'll write the whole fiction one day. Who knows? Plus, I love the probability of Hans/Merida friendship! Hans' just so bitter, and Merida's just so loud. BroTP and having them both falling for jack/elsa respectively? I think HELL YEAH.