She hadn’t mourned. Not at first and not in public. They had known what they were getting into the moment they’d allied with Haymitch to keep Peeta and Katniss alive. They had talked about it lightly. Death wasn’t something to fear. They were victors, after all. They had faced certain death and won. And worse than the Games, they had faced the Capitol. They had been their little playthings. A rich citizen’s accessory. They had learned death wasn’t the worst life had to offer. Because their lives had been cruel.
But they had each other. He sat next to her the evening she learned of her family’s death. The news came the day after she’d let her temper get the best of her and had beat the highest bidder an inch from life. After that day she’d learned to bottle everything in when it came to the Capitol — at least for awhile. She had stood next to him for every minute of Annie’s Games. She remembered being his support while he tries to piece an already broken Annie back together after her games.
Life had been brutal and so they became brutal. But he had always had the charm to smooth his roughness. She didn’t. She was calloused and genuine, something she’d learn she couldn’t hide. Not anymore.
Silent allies that were strong apart, but unstoppable together. Their bond protected them and their anger propelled them. Becoming an active part of a revolution they craved was only natural. Her stay in the Capitol broke her in ways she couldn’t even begin to describe, but from the moment the Rebels had rescued her and the others she began to see hope again.
And then he was gone. And she was angry. At him. How could he have been so foolish? He had a young, hardly stable wife to protect. He had responsibilities and he had continued to risk his life. She’d always swore his passion would get him killed. And she had been right. But he had died an honorable death, at least that’s what everyone said. But what does everyone know? Many tributes had died “honorable” deaths as well, but death was still dead. Still gone.
She’d watched Annie and the others mourn in their own way and she felt for them. But she’d been numb for the first few weeks. It wasn’t until she ended up back at home, back in District Seven. After the war was over. Casualties were counted. Coin was dead. Life was slowly starting to get back to normal. That’s when she cracked. He was gone. Her alliance. Her confidant. Her equal. Her friend.
no, no, this is my favorite kristanna moment. Kristoff recognizes that this man not only betrayed Anna’s trust and love, but also tried to kill her best friend and sister Elsa. He had full intention to whup Hans’s sorry butt. But Anna also sees this and rushes forward, makes him stay back with a single touch. And he backs down, accepts it, because he knows her strength and respects her wishes.
best disney prince hands-down.
In other words:
(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ Hold my flower.✿＼(｡-_-｡) Kick his ass, baby. I got yo flower.
Don’t deny this is the most badass thing
I will always reblog this when it appears on my dash it is the law
AND ITS KINDA HOT TOO CUZ LIKE WHEN HAS HE EVER SHOWN THOSE GUYS ANY ANGER LIKE HE DIDNT GIVE A SHIT WHAT THEY DID TO HIM OR TO ANYONE BUT THE SECOND THEY PUT RAPUNZELS LIFE IN DANGER HE BECOMES A FUCKING SAMURAI AND ESCAPES THE GUARDS HOLD AND SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF EVERYONE AROUND HIM
do I love you because you’re wonderful? or are you wonderful, because I love you?