It was a dark and stormy night. Just a few moments ago, however, the night sky had been clear and moonlit, with no clouds in sight. The storm had appeared unexpectedly, out of nowhere, taking many by surprise. No one knew for sure where it had come from.
Except him.
He knew - since he had caused it.
He hadn't meant to do it - in fact, he had tried with everything he had for this exact scenario not to happen. And now, thanks to his out-of-control emotions, he was a fugitive. On the run. If he were caught by authorities, he could be killed.
Why?
Why had he been cursed with this difference? Why was the leader of his country so opposed to his talent? Why?
He didn't know, but he wanted to. Fortunately, there was a place he could go for answers.
Arendelle.
He'd heard about the tiny kingdom from the conversations of sailors and merchants. Very freindly to magic, largely self-sufficient, a young and skilled ruler. The perfect place to get help, or at least lie low. For the time being, anyway.
A single thought flashed through his head: I'm going to Arendelle if it's the last thing I do.