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A FireElsa (AU) rewrite of “In Summer” from Disney’s “Frozen”. This version is sung by a character named Olga, a phoenix created by Elsa, who dreams of experiencing the winter cold.


Kristoff: I guess you don’t have much experience with the cold.

Olga: Nope! But sometimes I like to fold my wings and wonder what it’d be like when winter does come…

Sparkly fuzz
Creating lovely beaches
Soft and white and all because 
It’s winter

And think
Of my plan
To experience this cold, wet sand
Called snow… as I understand
In winter

A bird like me will finally ski
Or maybe even board
Unwind by snuggling, bundling up
So cozy and warm

Drinking cider and tea
Hot chocolate and coffee
Warming up when it’s as cool as can be
In winter!

Da da doo
Uh bah bah bah bah bah boo

The fiery and icy elements
Are best enjoyed as complements!

Rat da da da da da
da da da da da da doo

Summer nor spring is the season I’ve chosen
But put me in winter and I’ll become…
A happy phoenix!

One day’s enough to live the life I’ve only dreamed
A refreshing world of winter fun where I’m agleam

To try something new
And you could enjoy it too

I just can’t wait to do
What firebirds do
In winter!

Kristoff: Do you want to build a sno—
Anna: Don’t you dare!


Lyrics by Alan (

Singing and video editing by Sarah (Nim Aranel)

Artwork by aJVL,



do you ever put on a really nice but kind of daring outfit and at first you’re like “HELL YEAH” but then you look in the mirror a few times and start being like “hell…  yeah….” and then you turn to the side and adjust the top and frown and be like “aw hell” and finally just change into like jeans and a tee bc one day you will wear that rockin outfit but today is not that day

This is the saddest and accurate thing I have ever read. 


Winona Ryder in high school

“I was wearing an old Salvation Army shop boy’s suit. As I went to the bathroom I heard people saying, ‘Hey, faggot’. They slammed my head into a locker. I fell to the ground and they started to kick the shit out of me. I had to have stitches. The school kicked me out, not the bullies.

“Years later, I went to a coffee shop and I ran into one of the girls who’d kicked me, and she said, ‘Winona, Winona, can I have your autograph?’ And I said, ‘Do you remember me? Remember in seventh grade you beat up that kid?’ And she said, ‘Kind of’. And I said, ‘That was me. Go fuck yourself.’”

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