Hi everyone, the Frozen-Sequel II is now out. I may not be able to upload every day, but I will try my best. Recommend the new readers to read the first Sequel before coming to this page. Here's the link:

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Reviews, Favourites, Follows are welcomed and I am now holding a poll on whether I should write a prequel on how Elsa meet Erik (Her husband) or I should write about something. Anyway, just go to poll and you will see the options.

See you later!


The boy with blonde hair stood in the middle of the garden, listening to the rustling of the bushes. He closed his eyes, trying to sense out where the rustling came from.

The rustling stopped and the garden abruptly fell into silence. He opened his eyes and his eyes shone at the hedge at the far end. Slowly and carefully, he walked towards the hedge, with the slightest step onto the damp grass. He halted when he was just a few inches away from the hedge. He smiled and bent down, took a deep breath and reached out his hands, clutching the figure behind the thick bush,

"Got you!" said the boy and she tickled his sister.

"Stop it, Fredrick, it's ticklish!" replied the girl, who was squirming and wriggling, hoping to get free from her brother.

The little girl had light brown eyes and strawberry blonde hair. Being only a nine-year-old, her playful character was kept in perfect condition and had never seemed to fade away even when the time was passing.

"Your braids are messy again," said Fredrick. "Perhaps I should tell Mama and ask her to give you some manner class."

"Hey, I am just nine, what do you expect?" grumbled the girl.

"Age is not an excuse, Andrea," snapped her brother.

"It is."

"Is not."

"It is."

"Is not."

"It is."

"Is not."

"Alright, it is," said Fredrick, who had given up arguing with his sister.

Andrea giggled and stood up, sprinting back towards the castle.

"Let's go and play," offered Andrea, who was ready for a game.

"Sorry, I can't," replied Fredrick. "I've promised Papa to take a look at the documents in order to relieve the burden of Uncle Erik. Just be good and don't get into any trouble, is that alright?"

Andrea pursed her lips and disappeared around the corner. Meanwhile, up in the fifth floor, a platinum blonde hair girl was looking at the papers, examining every word with tremendous concentration. After she had finished reading through the letter, she showed an excited smile and looked at the bright blue sky though the window, and her smile grew broader. Her greyish-blue eyes were fixed onto the letter, gleaming like gemstones. After a while, a small four-legged creature crawled into the room and looked around with huge curiosity. Just when she crawled one step further, her legs wobbled and she thudded onto the ground. She let out a small whimper and the floor was covered with frost instantly, alerting the girl. The girl quickly went towards the figure and picked her up.

"Erika, you left your room again," said the girl and she patted the baby's head in her arms.

Erika smiled and showed her pink gum, giggling as her sister brought her out of the room. Before leaving, the girl lifted her arm and the frost vanished within a blink of the eye. Erika clapped with merriment, enjoying the little performance of her sister. The girl carried her into the Queen's study. Erika wriggled and struggled, trying to go through the heavy wooden door. The girl knocked and a melodious voice answered.

"Come in."

They entered the room and Erika squealed, trying to reach her mother. Elsa stood her work and looked up, mildly surprised.

"Erika, you are out of boundary again," said Elsa as she went to pick up Erika, who was happy as she nuzzled her mother.

"Thank you, Estelle," said Elsa while carrying the toddler across the room, patting her back and smiled at Estelle. "I may as well consider telling Gerda to install a fence around her crib."

Estelle grinned broadly and patted Erika's head while standing with her toes. Erika squealed again and shot out a flurry to a man who just came in. The man looked at his frozen clothes while gawking. Estelle and Elsa giggled due to his funny appearance.

"Wow," said the man. " What a gift."

"Erik," said Elsa while chuckling. "Let me help you."

She raised her hand and the snow on his clothes disappeared. Erik tidied his blonde hair and his eyes twinkled at the direction of his wife and the infant. He offered to hold the baby and he raised her up high.

"Who's my little duckling?" Who gives Papa snow as present?" asked Erik, who was smiling brightly.

Erika waved her limbs and squealed. Elsa was partially horrified, thinking that her baby would fall if her husband could not get hold of her.

"Let me hold her back," offered Elsa.

"There's no need," replied Erik. "You have just passed your fifth month of recovery."

"Five months is a lot, Erik. I am healthy enough."

"Just let me hold Erika for a bit more while," said Erik." I rarely have time to do that."

"Oh, Mama, Papa," chipped in Estelle. "Jonas has just mentioned in his letter that he will be coming to Erika's celebration."

"Great, my little herring," said Erik. "Many other countries have sent their young princes to our country for this time. Perhaps it is also a time for planning your marriage."

The room became silent.

"My marriage?" asked Estelle.

"Erik, she is just twelve!" exclaimed Elsa.

"I know—"

"Erik!" snapped Elsa.

After a moment of silence, Elsa ordered Estelle leave the study, and Erik sat down in the couch sheepishly.

"Come on, Erik, she is only twelve, she knows nothing about marriage and love," said Elsa. "I think this is not an appropriate time for planning."

Erik stood up and smiled at his wife, then he wrapped his arms around Elsa, resting his head on her shoulder while Erika looked at gun with curiosity. Elsa smiled sweetly and pink tinges appeared on her cheeks, making her face rosier.

"Okay, I know," said Erik. "Women are always right."

"Of course," answered Elsa. "So you have to listen to my opinions."

"Just as you wish, my fair queen."

"Oh for goodness' sake, stop your sugary flattery."

His grasp got tightened and his lips lingered on Elsa's cheeks. Feeling awkward, she tried to get away, but his hug was tight and he would not let go.

"Let go, Erik, be serious in front of your daughter," said Elsa.

"So you don't want me to hug you?" asked Erik. "Erika is still so small, she wouldn't—"

"Someone will see us!"

The more she struggled, the more the grasp tightened. Soon, she decided not to move, listening to Erik's deep and slow breath. Erika yawned and rested her head on her mother's shoulder, clutching Elsa's neck while snoozing. The moment was so warm and lovely that it took Elsa a while to realize Gerda was at the door, jaw dropping. Realizing how awkward the situation was. She struggled free and looked at Gerda with embarrassment, her cheeks went scarlet and she bit her lips, trying to find an appropriate explanation.

"I just come here to take the princess back to the room," said Gerda, who was trying to hide her emotions.

Elsa nodded and Gerda quickly picked up Erika and left the room.

"Enjoy your time, Your Majesty," said Gerda before she left.

Elsa glanced at Erik while blushing. He smiled at her embarrassed face, trying to hide his snigger. Elsa pinched him gently and left the room without looking back.


Estelle stared at the dark sky in her room after dinner. She spent most of her time reading through the letters again and again, until she could remember every single word by heart. Erika, who usually stayed in Estelle's room after dinner, looked up to her sister and frowned, not knowing what she was doing.

"Wouldn't it be nice to meet him again, Erika?" asked Estelle.

Erika clapped and ice shot out from her hands, forming a car sculpture on the floor. She beamed at Estelle and hoped to get some recognition.

"You will like him too, I just know," said Estelle. "He's friendly and caring."

She lifted her arm and the sculpture diminished into mist.