This includes letting your ideas, stories and head-canons marinate in your head on a daily basis to the point of not writing any of it down because you’re either afraid of how it will turn out or too fucking lazy to write that shit down.
Well done society.
I swear if this gets any more notes then I fear for the next generation.
Olaf will melt when Elsa dies.
I’M SORRY, IT WAS A THOUGHT.
Well then *ahem* WHY WOULD YOU THINK SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!!!
Um, I hate to be that person but…imagine Anna singing Do You Want To Build A Snowman at Elsa’s grave.
first of all how dare you
i’m so done right now
i’d like to apologies before hand for this.
i am very sorry.