The Enigma of Elsa in Disney’s Frozen
Temperatures are dropping, the season's first snows are falling, and the long-awaited sequel to Frozen has swept into theaters like an icy blast. As we settle in for winter, let's examine the woman at the…
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Riddles and Resolutions: A Game of Thrones Story
Creeeeeaaaaaak! Jon startled as Bran rolled into the Great Hall--Sam pushing the boy’s large wooden chair and scraping the heavy wheels over rough stone. Those two have become thick as thieves, Jon mused to himself,…
Dragon of the North Part 3: Hope
Footfalls echoed through the cold stone chamber; the muffled sound of heavy skirts dragged across the floor. Expressionless, unseeing eyes watched the women, as Sansa strode the now familiar passages of her family’s crypts. As…
Dragon in the North Part Two: Trust
Thick snow crunched under Arya’s boots as she strode out of the courtyard and across the grounds. She needed open space to train with her new dragonglass-tipped spear fresh out of the foundry. Arya was…
Dragon in the North Part One: Allegiance
Shouts echoed around the vast Hall, now filled to capacity with the Northern nobles. Lords, Ladies and bannermen had all heeded the ravens calling them back to Winterfell to greet the returning King in the…
New Beginnings: A Harry Potter Story
“To old friends!” The deep voice boomed out, echoing round the stone walls, and for a moment, Ginny Weasley Potter almost felt she was back at Hogwarts. She caught her new husband’s eye across the…
The Pack Survives…Sort Of: A Game of Thrones Story
"'Tell them the North remembers. Tell them winter is here.’” Arya smirked. “You should have seen their dumb Frey faces,” she said as she propped her boots up on the table and gazed at her…
Uncertainties: A Game of Thrones Story
“You killed my father.” Daenerys spoke calmly, regarding her prisoner with more interest than animosity. All her life, growing up in exile, she had heard the stories of the Lannisters who had slaughtered almost all…
Tea and Irony: A Harry Potter Story
“Harry?” The dark haired man tensed and gripped the phone tightly as he recognized the voice on the line addressing him. The vintage rotary hardly ever rang, of course. Ginny and Harry only kept it…