Quick Introduction: While this is a crossover, and as such will probably be read by a grand total of three people, myself included, I do want to make things as easy as possible for any readers who might not be familiar with Monsters vs. Aliens, or Frozen, for that matter (assuming there are any of the latter). So the first chapter will set up some background for both and reveal the problem….

Note for any readers of my MVA novels: this story does not (necessarily) take place in that continuity, but follows the movie canon timeline. Otherwise Frozen fans in the crossover section would not only have to know what MVA was all about, but read my stories into the bargain. While I would personally appreciate that, I wouldn't expect it, so this story requires no knowledge of the characters beyond the movie.

Note for any Frozen fans who may have stumbled across this by mistake. My take on MVA is to treat the situation completely seriously. There are still a few jokes and funny and/or silly bits, but toned down greatly from the movie. So don't expect too much silly comedy. And do expect deep and introverted analysis of what it means to be a family, and how to deal with being feared as a monster. At least that's the idea.

Oh, and I do NOT (times a million) consider the Nickelodeon MVA series canon. There are no other aliens, and Susan most definitely will never be shrinking. As her ex-fiancé Derek might say, never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever….

1. Coronation Day

"Good evening. I'm Jane Johnson, and this is a GNN special report on the recent attempted alien invasion of Earth. The past week has seen some of the most incredible events in human history when an alien invader, Gallaxhar, attempted to take over the Earth. He was stopped by some very unique creatures, who had been kept secret from the entire human race in the isolated deserts of northern Nevada, far from the nearest city, in a military site so secret the very mention of its real name is a Federal offence.

"Known only as 'Area 52,' it was brought to international prominence just recently when the strange monsters it had imprisoned were the only things standing between the invading alien force and the total conquest of Earth. Led by US Army General W. R. Monger, a team of fantastical monsters that included the massive 350-foot moth known as Insectosaurus, the insect-headed mutant mad scientist, Dr Cockroach, the seven-and-a-half foot green scaled ape-like being known as the Missing Link, the indestructible gelatinous mass technically known as Benzoate Ostylezene Bicarbonate, or 'Bob' for short, and of course the 49'11" giantess Susan 'Ginormica' Murphy, managed to destroy Gallaxhar's ship and save the entire planet. Just who are these strange creatures, and what are their secrets? We have with us in the studio Professor Elias D'Isgney, who—"

"Oh, turn that off," Susan said, entering the new Monster Force Command Centre and glaring down at the television from her nearly fifty-foot height. "I mean, come on! I'm sick of all the stuff on us. Isn't there anything more interesting on the news?"

"Hey, we just saved the world," Link said. "And I for one could do with the ego-boost. Anyway, it's nearly midnight. Why aren't you asleep?"

"Jet-lag, after we stopped that massive mutant French snail Escargantua," Susan said with a giant-sized shrug. "I'm still stuck on European time."

"Yeah, that must suck. Not me though—I can sleep any time," Link smirked.

"We noticed on the flight back," Cockroach told him. "Your snores made it quite evident."

"Hey, not my fault if I have sleep ap… ap… aptitude..."

"Apnea," Cockroach said dryly. "For the second time."

Link grunted an acknowledgement. "Knew there was a 'p' in there somewhere."

"Well, you certainly do have sleep aptitude," Susan said with a laugh. "And attitude. Now come on, there's something I want to watch."

"What?"

"Turn to MSABC," Susan told him, settling down on her huge couch.

The fish-ape did so, and the giant television screen showed an image of a news studio, and in the insert, the portrait of a beautiful young woman with ice-blue eyes and pale blonde hair.

"Hey, who's the chick?" Link asked. "She's hot."

"Hush," Susan said. "I want to see this. Since I'm awake anyway, I might as well."

"Good evening and welcome," the anchor was saying. "I'm Will Bierson, and you're watching the Datenightline special on the Royal Coronation. If you're just joining us, Queen Elsa II of the tiny Scandinavian kingdom of Arendelle is about to be formally crowned in a ceremony unchanged for over five hundred years. Isn't that amazing, Rachel?"

"It sure is, Will!" the other anchor said with a perky, plastered-on grin. "Despite its small size and remoteness, Arendelle has managed to survive as an independent state for all this time. Most Americans probably first heard about this tiny nation after the tragic crash of Arendelle Airways Flight 001, which killed King Valter VI and his lovely wife, Queen Mary, three years ago."

"Yes, we remember," Bierson said. "The young Princess Elsa was suddenly thrust onto the throne at only eighteen. However, actual rule of the kingdom was carried out by the Prime Minister and the Cabinet, acting as regents."

"So what's the significance of today, Will?" Rachel asked.

"Well, Rachel, Arendelle is one of the few remaining monarchies where the king—or queen in this case—actually takes a hands-on, active part in ruling. Once she comes of age, and is formally crowned, Queen Elsa will be leading this small but proud country in deed as well as in name."

"You keep saying it's small. Just how small is Arendelle, Will?"

"Let's take a look at this map here. This is Europe, and this is Scandinavia—oops, that's Scotland. This is Scandinavia, and this long narrow country is Norway. Arendelle is this small part up here, to the north. It covers the western half of the Lofoten archipelago, projecting out into the North Sea, making it a bit smaller than Bahrain, but with only twenty thousand people. Being way up here means it's actually north of the Arctic Circle."

"Brrr!" Rachel said with a light laugh. "Sounds chilly!"

"Now that's the interesting thing," Bierson told her. "Thanks to the warm water brought up by the Gulf Stream, it's actually remarkably temperate for its latitude. It's also sited right by one of the world's richest fishing grounds, especially cod, which is what drew the first Viking settlers and helped sustain the kingdom. The wealth from cod, and its isolation, enabled it to hold off the Norwegians until the 1738 Treaty of Vargfót, when King Christian VI of Denmark and Norway guaranteed them their perpetual independence. And today, in addition to cod, it has a small but thriving tourist industry, thanks to its dramatic and largely untouched natural landscapes, and the small towns that still retain an almost medieval air. Not to mention the fact that it's one of the best places in the world to see the fabled Northern Lights. It is an ancient land, full of mystery."

"Talking of mystery, Will, Queen Elsa herself is a bit of one. She's almost never been seen outside the castle. Word is that she's a recluse, and avoids public functions as much as possible."

"Well, she's got a doozy today, Rachel. The biggest ever—her official coronation as queen regnant. When she finally steps out from behind the shadow of her ministers to rule directly."

"Isn't there an interesting legend about the queens of Arendelle?"

"Indeed there is, Rachel. There's an old legend that they can control the winter storms, and that's why no foreign army or navy has ever managed to conquer Arendelle. Some scholars say that Hans Christian Andersen based his famous fairy tale, The Snow Queen, on this legend. In fact, one title of the queens of Arendelle is Snødronningen, or "Snow Queen," as a warning to potential invaders."

"In other words, don't mess with us!" Rachel laughed. "So the young queen turns twenty-one today, does she?"

"She does," Bierson agreed. "Well, tomorrow from our perspective, as we're nine hours behind here in LA. But the ceremony is going to be carried live worldwide, with the formal crowning starting at ten a.m. in Arendelle, and that makes for a one a.m. broadcast here."

"Wow, I hope none of our royalty-obsessed viewers are going to miss too much sleep."

"Don't worry," Susan muttered to the TV, sipping a huge mug of tea. "I have the day off tomorrow."

"At least they're going to have good weather for it," Rachel was saying. "At this time of year, the sun never sets."

"Really? Never?" Bierson asked in a rather fake-sounding tone.

"That's right, Will, never. Because they're so far north, above the Arctic Circle, in summer it never gets dark. They call it the Land of the Midnight Sun."

"Wow, that's freaky," Susan said. "I'd love to see that."

"Perhaps you will one day, my dear," Cockroach said, joining her.

"You gonna watch too, Doc?"

"I thought I might keep you company," he told her, giving her a quick glance with his huge amber eyes. "If you'll have my company, of course."

"I'd love to," Susan said, smiling down at him. She could barely remember how scared she had been when she had first seen him, and had tried to kill him with her spoon, thinking he was just a cockroach. That was before she realized what had happened to her, that she been transformed into a tremendously tall and powerful giantess. Now he was her monster mentor, and one of her closest friends.

"Have you ever been to Arendelle?" Susan asked.

Cockroach shook his head, his antennae waving gently. "No, I never made it to Scandinavia. I've never been much of a one for dramatic wild scenery or snow. I always preferred my laboratory."

"How come it's such a small country?" Susan asked.

"Europe has a number of these micro-states," Cockroach explained. "Andorra, Lichtenstein, San Marino, Monaco…."

"England," Link added, and got a glare from Cockroach in return.

"In general, they are the last few remnants of the various principalities and duchies of Europe," the mad scientist explained. "Thanks to various wars and treaties and alliances over the past millennium, some have managed to survive."

"Why don't they just get taken over?" Link asked. "I would, if I were Norway."

"Because it wouldn't be nice," Susan told him firmly.

"Exactly, my dear," Cockroach said. "It would be like the United States deciding to annex one of the tiny nations in the Caribbean like St Kitts and Nevis. These smaller nations are no threat, militarily or economically, and these days are often tax havens as well."

"I like the idea," Susan said. "Tiny little pocket countries. They're so cute. Like itty-bitty—oh, wait, something's happening. Look."

"We're now going live to our reporter Linda, who is standing in the courtyard of Arendelle's ancient castle in the capital city of Reine. Over to you, Linda," Bierson said.

"Thanks, Will. Linda Bergstrom here, reporting for MSABC. It's a beautiful day here in the endless summer sun of northern Scandinavia, and… and wait, I'm getting a report…. Yes, the doors are opening, and… and there she is! We have our first glimpse of the queen," Linda said in a hushed voice. "She is wearing a long teal or turquoise dress with traditional rosemaling patterns, a fitted sweetheart bodice with bronze lacing over rich black velvet sleeves and collar, and a long magenta cape. A very long cape, in fact."

"Teal and magenta being the official colours of Arendelle, of course," Bierson explained. "This is the same pattern of dress that queens of Arendelle have been crowned in for the past three hundred years."

"Hey, is that the queen?" Link asked, pointing at the screen.

"I guess so," Susan said. "Wow, I love that dress! Look at it!"

"It's okay," Link said with a shrug. "I prefer bikinis."

"Only because you liked to terrorize beach girls after you escaped from the lab in Florida where they thawed you. You can't get crowned in a bikini! Now shut up and let me watch!" Susan shot, then turned her attention to the figure on the screen again. "Wow, that's such a gorgeous outfit…." She looked down at her charcoal grey jumpsuit uniform, and sighed. "Sometime I wish I could wear clothes like that again. It would be nice to be able to dress a little more, I dunno…. Like a girl, not a soldier."

"I dunno why you want to bother with clothes at all," Link said. "I don't. Pure green scales all the way, baby."

Susan laughed. "You don't count—you're like a… a sort of dinosaur or something."

"I could get upset at that," Link said, stretching, "but beats having to moan about fashion all the time. Well, apart from bikinis. I really like bikinis."

"You'd look pretty strange in a bikini," Cockroach noted, his mouth curving in a barely-concealed smirk.

Link glared at him. "Very funny, ha ha not."

"Hush, guys," Susan said. "Look, she's heading to the castle chapel!"

"That's really weird music," Link muttered as the television speakers filled the room with an alien, unworldly chant in male voices. "Sounds sort of African. You sure you have the right coronation?"

Susan laughed. "Yeah, pretty sure that isn't Africa."

"It's traditional music of the Sami people," Cockroach explained, a moment before the television commentator did so as well. "As I said," he added smugly.

"I didn't doubt you," Susan said, giving him a smile. "It sounds cool, anyway. Really ancient."

"It's an ancient musical form called 'yoiking,'" Cockroach added, and Link guffawed.

"Yoiking? Yikes!"

"Will you knock it off? She's about to enter the chapel," Susan said. "Oh, she's so beautiful…."

"Queen Elsa is now entering the Royal Chapel of St Olav, the patron saint of Arendelle," Linda said in a hushed voice. "While only invited guests are permitted into this ancient wooden structure, we are getting a live feed from the camera inside. Are you seeing this?"

"We certainly are, Linda," Bierson said. "There's the queen, walking slowly up the aisle to the throne, which has been moved here for the ceremony."

"This throne dates back to the 19th century," Linda added. "Made of walnut and chestnut, it was a gift from the Kingdom of the Southern Isles, now part of Denmark, in the mid-1800s to Queen Elsa I, the present queen's great-great-great…uh… great grandmother. I think that's the right number of 'greats'…."

"There are legends about her, that's for sure," Bierson chimed in. "Elsa den Mektige, Elsa the Great, they call her. Under her reign, Arendelle became a major shipping and trading nation, despite its small size."

"Being unaffected by the Napoleonic Wars at the start of the century certainly helped," Cockroach added as an aside to Susan.

"Look," Linda was saying, "the Archbishop of Arendelle is about to hand her the regalia. The sceptre, which has been a symbol of royal power since the days of the Egyptian pharaohs, and the orb, the symbol of worldly domination."

"Interestingly," Bierson noted, "most royal orbs are traditionally topped with a cross, symbolizing the power of Christ over earthly domains, but the Arendelle one is topped with a crocus, the state flower. This is because in a cold, wintery place like this, the way the crocus blooms while snow still lies on the ground makes it a symbol of hope and rebirth."

"That same crocus also tops the sceptre, I note," Rachel added. "Unlike the British Crown Jewels, these don't have many stones, with just a few humble sapphires and turquoises. This is a small, humble kingdom, after all. Ostentatious display is frowned on, I believe."

"There seems to be a slight hold-up," Linda added. "We can't quite see what is going on, as the queen has her back to us, but… ah, that was it. She was removing her gloves."

"I guess I'd forget something like that, too," Bierson said. "Even from here you can see how nervous she is."

"The biggest day of her young life," Linda said. "And with the loss of her parents, it can't have been easy preparing for this."

"She does have her sister, Princess Anna," Rachel added. "You can see her there, just down to the right of the screen. In the green off-the-shoulder dress, and with strawberry blonde hair."

"Oh yes, Princess Anna is a very familiar figure in the European elite," Linda said. "As outgoing and gregarious as her sister is retiring and aloof, she seems to spend half her time on the beaches of Monaco or other tropical paradises."

"Wasn't she rumoured to be dating Prince William at one stage?" Bierson asked.

"No, I believe that might have been Prince Harry," Rachel said. "At any rate, it was no more than gossip, based on a photograph of them exchanging a quick kiss."

"Pity. A royal wedding would be nice too," Bierson said. "Queen Elsa herself has never been seen in the company of another man, or at least not in that sense. There are persistent rumours that she's actually a lesbian, which have never been officially commented on."

"Or denied," Linda added.

"Look, they're about to officially crown her," Rachel said, as the screen showed the young queen kneeling before the priest, her hands clasped together.

"The archbishop is holding it up, and oooh look at it sparkle!" Linda gasped. "That's the Tiara of Arendelle, the traditional headgear worn by its queens."

"Not a crown, Linda?"

"The queens have always preferred these lighter tiaras, it seems. And look! There it goes, on her platinum blonde locks! Listen to the crowd! You can hear them roar their approval! Screens have been set up in the plaza outside the castle gates, and thousands of people have gathered! Even from here it's deafening!"

"It certainly shows the people love their queen," Rachel commented.

"Kinda reminds me of the reaction we got in Paris after stopping that snail," Susan noted. "When we walked down the Champs-Elysees in that parade the French put on for us."

"Only they didn't need monitors to see you," Link joked. "Just how much taller than the Eiffel Tower are you again?"

"I am not taller than the Eiffel Tower!" Susan snorted. "I'm a sweet, petite girl! Not even fifty feet tall!" She sighed, and gave him a quick smile. "Okay, maybe I'm not all that petite. But I can still be sweet."

"Of course you can, my dear," Cockroach assured her. "Whatever your size."

"And now the queen has made her way to the balcony over the front doors to the castle," Rachel commented. "Along with her sister, and her uncle, the Duke of Ramberg, who as the Prime Minister has been acting as regent during her minority, and other members of the small royal family."

"Yes, we see her waving shyly to the gathered crowds," Linda added breathlessly into her microphone. "And we can also see some of the more important guests, including some of the royal families of Europe. Over there to the right, the beautiful girl with the short brown hair is the queen's cousin Valieria Nella von Rapunzel, Crown Princess of Corona, and her beloved stepmother Queen Gothel, together with her fiancé Lord Eugene."

"Yes, I remember the story of how they met," Rachel said. "Quite the tangled affair. Who's that handsome chap to the left?"

"That's Prince Hans, one of the minor members of the Danish royal family. The tabloids love to pair him up with Princess Anna, although the royal household has denied any relationship."

"And doesn't Princess Anna look charming!" Rachel exclaimed. "Look at her, laughing and waving."

"There's no mistaking that hair," Linda agreed. "Not with its distinctive white streak. In Scandinavian tradition, a white streak like that means you've been blessed by the trolls."

"You'd think she might dye it," Rachel suggested. "I'm sure I would."

"Perhaps she just doesn't want to," Susan muttered in annoyance. "Personally, I think it looks pretty cool. Oh dear. Look, there they go, into the castle. Guess it's over."

"Yeah, the ball's not being broadcast," Link said as the camera cut back to the studio. "Ah well, I'm off to bed."

"I might just stay and watch the wrap-up," Susan said, suppressing a slight yawn.

"I shall leave you to it, my dear," Cockroach said, nodding towards her. "I have a few experiments that need my attention."

"See you," Susan said, giving him a little wave and smile. She watched as he headed off, and then returned her gaze to the screen, which was showing a replay of the queen and princess talking with each other. "It must be wonderful to be a princess," she said softly. She watched the queen whisper something into the princess's ear, and the princess giggling in response, and sighed. "Hell, I'd even settle for having a sister…."

A couple of days later, Susan was just finishing her oatmeal when she was startled by a loud voice.

"All right, monsters, listen up!"

"General?" Susan turned her head in surprise as General Monger flew in on his jetpack. He landed by the central mission control panel in the Monster Force command centre as it finished rising out of the floor of the central elevated platform.

Looking puzzled, the nearly fifty-foot giantess stood up and moved over to the control panel, where the other monsters were also gathering.

"What is it this time, General?" Dr Cockroach asked, his huge mutated cockroach eyes wide with anticipation. "Zombies? Giant ants? Alien probes?" With an effort, he repressed a mad cackle as Monger glared at him.

"None of the above!" the general barked.

"What about the below?" the indestructible gelatinous blob asked.

"Let the dude talk, Bob," the Missing Link growled, glaring at the blue mass from his over seven feet of height.

"That's 'General', Link," Susan said with a smile. "Not 'dude'."

"Damn right it is," Monger said. "Now pay attention you lot! We have a major mission ahead of us! We're off to Europe again!"

"Wonderful!" Susan exclaimed. "Where this time? Spain? Prague?"

"London? Britain?" Cockroach asked. "Ah, I do so yearn to see the rolling green hills of my homeland again…."

"Why can't it ever be Hawaii?" Link groused. "I mean, it's summer now. And just for once, I'd like to go somewhere warm, with beaches. A drink in my hand, my butt up against the burning sand. Prob'ly getting gorgeously tanned. Oh, and loads of bikini babes to freak out. Oh yeah…."

"So where is it, General?" Susan asked, noticing steam slowly percolating out of Monger's ears.

"A country called Arendelle," the general said, his face gradually returning to its normal shade.

"Arendelle!" Susan gasped. "What happened?"

"Look at this," Monger said, pulling up a satellite photo of the region. He zoomed in to the northern half of Norway, then closer and closer, the resolution of the military spy satellite bringing out the details of every house and road.

Susan gasped. The entire country was blanketed in a thick layer of snow. Almost nothing was recognisable.

"Hey, what happened to summer?" Bob asked.

"Exactly!" Monger said. "Arendelle has been stricken by a freak unseasonable weather event."

"And I assume this isn't natural," Cockroach said. "Or you wouldn't be mobilizing us."

Monger nodded, then changed the photo. "This is footage from the night of the coronation ball. Look at these images here."

"What is that?" Susan asked, bending down to look more closely.

"These are infra-red heat images of the town of Reine taken that night. White is warmest, then red, yellow, green; and purple, blue and black are the coldest. You see here how all the streets are lined with warm colours, and this area here, the old castle, is glowing white with warmth."

"They probably don't have very good insulation in that old thing," Cockroach commented.

"Do you mind? I'm giving a briefing here," Monger snarled. "Good. Now watch this screen."

Monger flipped through a series of images. Starting with the castle, a dark blue-purple patch of extreme cold grew and spread, heading into the courtyard, then striking out directly across the small harbour. The blue and purple colours of cold trailed behind, spreading out like a wake, and by the final image almost the entire town was shades of blue.

"That's impossible—it's not natural!" Cockroach gasped. "What happened?"

"That is what we are going to find out," Monger told him. "We did get one report, sent before the ice crippled communications. Listen."

The audio was hard to make out, rather garbled and static-filled, but one term kept being repeated again and again: "Snødronningen! Snødronningen! Hun vender tilbake!"

"What does that mean?" Susan asked, looking confused.

Cockroach's antennae stiffed and grew still. "The Snow Queen! The Snow Queen!" he breathed. "She returns!"

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KNOWTES:

At the end of the movie Monsters vs. Aliens the monsters all fly off to Paris to fight a giant mutated snail. In my own fanfiction I have moved this incident to a bit later, and this story can be read as taking place in either continuity, but as this is a cross-over I will not reference anything that requires a knowledge of my own stories. I also try and explain who these people are, very quickly, in case Frozen fans reading this from curiosity have forgotten the movie.

Loads of notes for this chapter….

1. Elias D'Isgney is taken from Walter Elias Disney—"D'Isgney" being the original French form of the name, apparently.

2. MSABC, Datenightline, and Will Bierson are completely fictional and any resemblance to real news stations or media personalities is, for legal purposes, entirely in your head. Rachel and Linda are completely made up, just random names.

3. Instead of a shipwreck, I've changed it to a plane crash killing her parents. King Valter is named after Walter Disney, as the film king resembles a young Walt quite closely. Valter is the Norwegian equivalent. I realize now that the king and queen have specific names in the film, but then this isn't set then, and too many similar names would stretch belief a little too much….

4. If you're interested, you can check out the Lofoten peninsula and area on Wikipedia and Google Maps. It's a real place, one of two major candidates I have in mind for the location of Arendelle (which is clearly nowhere near the real Arendel). My statements about the importance of the fishing industry, tourism, and the Northern Lights are all accurate. There is however no such thing as the 1738 Treaty of Vargfót, as of course there is no such thing as the Kingdom of Arendelle and hence no need for a treaty ensuring its independence. However King Christian VI was indeed king of Denmark and Norway at that time. And Vargfót is a real place.

5. St Kitts and Nevis is both a shout-out to a regular reader of my ramblings and skilled author on this site, and it's the smallest nation in the Western Hemisphere, so makes sense to use in this context.

6. Reine is a real town (village, really) in the Loften archipelago, and is apparently considered one of the most beautiful villages in Arendelle—er, I mean Norway. Since the name sounds like "reign" and Reine is French for Queen, I have decided to use this as the name of the city, and Arendelle as the name of the kingdom. Photos of Reine show a setting very similar to what is shown in the film as well, with steep mountains rising from the sea.

7. Yoiking is the name of the chanting—I assume most Frozen fans know that already. When I first heard it I was wondering if I wasn't watching the wrong film by mistake, as it sounded so African….

8. St Olaf is actually the patron saint of Norway. He was once a king there, and possibly not the nicest ruler ever. But he got a historical upgrade….

9. I figured that the Southern Isles bent over backwards to apologize for Hans's actions in the film, and as part of their gifts, might have included a new throne.

10. This Princess Anna is not confined to the castle. I view that "doors shut" thing as a metaphor, though with some basis in reality: things are much quieter, and the sisterly relationship is badly damaged. But it's not a prison. And that doesn't mean she doesn't miss playing with her sister, of course. This is not, however, a straightforward modern retelling of Frozen—I am just using that as a starting-point to examine the themes I want to look at….

11. Ramberg is a town in Lofoten. There is no duke there, however.

12. Valierianella (Valerianella locusta) is the scientific name for rapunzel, which is actually an edible leaf vegetable: the name in the fairy tale came about as that was the vegetable the mother originally craved so much. And I'm one of those who believes that Gothel did, despite herself, feel affection and maybe even love for Rapunzel, in her own twisted way. She certainly did a fantastic job of raising her. So in this story, a younger Gothel married the king and raised his daughter as her own after the queen died in childbirth… or maybe just got a divorce.

13. I really hope my Norwegian is correct. I checked, and the "Snow Queen" is correct, and I hope the "Hun har returnert" is too. Corrections are welcome.

EDIT (3-1-16): Thanks to PascalDragon's review, I realised I got the monarch's names muddled. This has been corrected. (Reviews, as of this writing, are not showing up on the main site, nor can I reply directly. Most annoying.)

ＥＤＩＴ 2 (8-1-16): Thanks to Norwegian native speaker Cyries, I have amended the Norwegian at the end to improve the nuance. Thanks to Cyries' expert advice, I have also changed some in the upcoming chapter, and amended Anna's full name.

EDIT 3 (13-4-16): How did I manage to miss the wrong spelling (tense) of "lead" as in "General Monger lead"? A very sloppy error indeed...