Basically the movie.
I love how Hans is all subtle and Anna just CRASHES into him.
Does Anna even know how strong she is? I mean, she hit a wolf away with a lute. She just batted it away like it was nothing. And then she punches Hans flying off a boat. He arches. Arches.AND LET’S NOT FORGET SHE JUST ACCIDENTALLY THROWS A BUST FAR AWAY LIKE IT’S NOTHING. HOW STRONG IS THIS GIRL?People also forget that she pulled kristoff up a cliff and pulled a tree down to hit marshmallow in the face… this girl
Anna born with superstrength and her while life her parents just told her she was clumsy and ordinary. They didn’t want to deal with another weird superpowered daughter.
Headcanon accepted! Anna has super strength and Elsa has Ice Powers. They’d make a great crime fighti- wait…haven’t we seen that before?
HEADCANON DEFINITELY ACCEPTED NOW
Strength? Ice? SIBLINGS? Guys, you’re missing a thing:
Do you wanna throw the Mjolniiiiir? Or cross the Bifrost to Midgaaard?
"Sounds like him alright.." Howard felt a touch of a affection dip into his tone. An old sort of familiarity filling him at the idea that Steve hadn’t changed. Was that a good or bad thing? Was he just in another simulation? He couldn’t tell. The reality had believed so heavily in had just been torn into and he had no one to thank but himself. He wasn’t from the past. He was the man he’s heard so much about and now? Now he doesn’t know how to feel about himself, about the world, about how to continue on.
He decided he’d focus on the man at hand. On his guest. “Were they now? Do you feel wronged in the way you were handled?” He asked, curious, he really didn’t know the trickster beyond the Myths. He tried not to smile at his confusion. “Why did you stay? Am I that hard to resist?”
"…Not by the Avengers," Loki answered, face losing it’s calm demeanor, and retreating to an expression of what almost seemed to be worry, "…Though you may not believe me, I meant my words - My actions were…" He trailed off, until the words stopped all together, appearing to have reconsidered them.
At the latter questions, however, the Trickster seemed to recover his usual candor. “…You are amusing, and surprisingly good company if you must know,” Loki replied, a soft laugh in his voice, regaining his confidence as he spoke.
If he wanted to convince the former director, he would have to try much harder than that. Simple words would do nothing to comfort the woman. The thought alone of the weapon falling back into Loki’s hand’s would not soothe her already troubled mind.
"So you say." Victoria pursed her lips, eyes narrowing as she refused to break her gaze from the other. There was something still rather unsettling about the Asgardian, though she was not able to place it. What if it was all a ruse? Some scheme the trickster had concocted in order to gain the trust of the once agent. "I find it hard to believe you don’t have other intentions, Loki."
"If you were the owner of an object such as that, would you want anyone to hold it but you?" he asked, tilting his head to the side with a slight smirk. He knew that was the only answer she would accept…Trying to explain that he wanted the thing locked away under such tight guard even Odin (to be understood as he himself) could not lay a finger on it, was not like to be an explanation she would understand.
“Hardly,” the Trickster replied, something akin to a scoff accompanying the words, “…I have no desire for it - my wish is to keep it from the grasp of canaiving mortals, not to use it myself.” Of course, strictly speaking, that was not entirely true…Part of Loki longed for the scepter for his own use, to take hold of it and continue his good works in Thanos’ name…But long enough had it been that the Trickster hoped he would be able to resist that part.
"The Cube? That is what you call it?" Loki quirked an eyebrow vaguely at the other, wondering what it was that possessed the organization to need to dumb down the name - Then again, humans were strange like that. However, at her questioning, he smirked just a little.
"I intend to cut my way through their ranks until I recover what it is that does not belong to them," He seemed completely indifferent to the idea - neither pleased by it nor disgusted, as many others might have - he simply wanted the scepter out of their hands.
"It has many names—just as you." There’s a hint of a smirk that plays on the woman’s lips as if to mimic that of Loki’s. Though in the agent’s mind she could hardly believe she was having a civil conversation with a man that was once hell bent on world domination. Then again it isn’t as if her world has already been suddenly turned upside down by recent events. Unable to tell friend from foe had certainly hampered the woman from trusting a single soul.
"—What then?" Victoria was no fool and would not be taken for one. As wonderful as the trickster’s plan sounded, it seemed too good to be true. "Finish what you started over two years ago?" She lifted a brow in question, curious of the other’s nature.