Okay, this is going to be the last book in the Frozen Powers series (after a year, it's become a part of my life and it breaks my heart to think it'll be over). I hope that my writing skills have improved since I first began the series - back when Frozen Powers wasn't actually intended to be a series! - so I also hope that this will be a satisfying finale, and that you will enjoy it!

Now, let's begin...

Young Princess Mia of Arendelle was the perfect example of what a royal of the time was expected to be: with her long, platinum blonde hair pulled up into a braided bun at the back of her head, her pale skin flawless and her large, bright blue eyes of equal colour to her magic, framed by large, thick black eyelashes, she was truly an image of beauty, though she was not one to brag about such things. After her haunted second year of life, she'd lost a large amount of her cheerful and carefree nature - including the traits which would have made her a little less modest - which she had possessed before, instead acting more seriously than she otherwise would have been, though she did still enjoy a little happy play from time to time. However, she was still a sweet girl; now aged eight years old, her birthday having been one week before, it had been just over six years since her brutal treatment as toddler, in the place she'd always known simply as "the caves".

Even after those years, though the memories were fuzzy and blurred, she still awoke in a sweat, panting, from time to time, the distinctive pair of cold eyes always the last thing she saw when she awoke from a nightmare. She tried to block it out, tried to convince herself it wasn't real, even, but there was nothing for it; the small scars covering her back and sides, born from the harsh gashes of the slash of a rough, slicing whip on a toddler's delicate skin were evidence enough.

But today, Mia wasn't feeling any of the primal fear that she sometimes awoke with, nor the over-powering commands of instinct throughout the day which accompanied this. No, today, she was simply feeling contented - excited, almost, although seeing people she hadn't seen in a while always put her slightly on edge. Who knew what could happen to someone within a few months?

She watched quietly from the corner of the room where she was sitting silently, her mind occupied with a new puzzle her Father had recently brought home for her, using the meoney he'd earned as an ice harvester - for even now that he was a Prince, had been for many years, he refused to quit his work - to purchase it. She had been working on the challenge at hand for days now, and after all her effort, a picture was finally beginning to take shape.

Glancing up from her work, she rolled her eyes disapprovingly at her two younger siblings, Thomas and Kari, now aged five years and four months, give or take a few days, and her cousin Fredrik, who would be celebrating his sixth in just under a month. The three were running around like hooligans, laughing as they squabbled with each other, and the poor maid watching over them looked as if she was about to cry, having no control over the animals which were part of Mia's family; sighing, she got up slowly and paused for a second, feeling her magic flare up before she released it into the air, ice spreading up her sister, brother and cousin's feet, trapping them. Smiling softly, she sat back down slowly and continued with her puzzle, while the other children glared at her angrily.

"Miaaa!" Kari whined as she struggled against the ice, "Let us go, Mia! My feet are numb!"

Mia, in turn, simply smiled; she'd be horrified if she actually injured anyone, but she knew that her siblings and cousin were okay, they just couldn't move. She wouldn't leave them too long, because she understood that they actually could be in pain then, but a few seconds never hurt anyone.

"Calm down first," She replied simply, as she searched through the pile of puzzle pieces for one which fit. Kari - ever the short tempered one - glared at her older sister even more harshly, her face a scowl.

"You're not nice, Mia!" She cried, trying to stomp her foot in frustration, but only succeeding in falling forwards, something which only heightened her frustration. Mia laughed as she rolled her eyes, finally releasing the three from their bonds.

"Now you all calm down,'' She scolded, sounding much older than her mere eight years, "Or else I'll tell Mama not to let Eva come to visit, and she'll have to go home to Corona!"

Kari pouted in frustration, but Freddie just nodded reluctantly as he sat down on the floor looking grumpy, but said nothing more. Thomas, however, gasped theatrically, placing his hand over his mouth as his chocolate-brown eyes widened in mock-shock, though the blonde hair upon his head fell forward slightly, hiding part of his face.

"You wouldn't!" He cried, pretending to be horrified that his older sister would consider such a thing, but the curves at the edges of his lips - and the fact that Mia knew his nature as well - meant that she didn't pay him any mind, letting the boy have his fun. Ever since the twins - technically triplets, but after Dawn's untimely passing, none could bear to call them that, for it was too painful a reminder - had been young, while Kari had always had a hot-headed nature, though not necessary cruel or cold, Tom had always been more of a joker, much more light-hearted than his sister. The two were like yin and yang; Kari was smart, not so much as Mia had been at her age - but then she had always tended to stick to herself, ever since the Caves - but still very intelligent. Thomas, on the other hand, was not quite such a natural with words and numbers, but he was more like his Uncle and Father, instead better at other types of thinking; survival skills and the like. In the end, the twins fitted well together; what one lacked, the other had, thus meaning that together, they made up one whole.

Mia, laughing at her brother's antics, then turned to the maid, who was still watching from the corner of the room. "Can we go now please, Ma'am?" She asked politely, and the poor woman looked relieved as she nodded, her previously flustered look fading, as she decided that it was close enough to noon - the time which had been agreed that the miscreants could be allowed to come to the docks to wait for the arrival of their other cousin - for them to be released. She flopped down into a chair tiredly as she watched the three trouble makers, plus the ever more sensible Mia, leaving, but soon after jumped up again to do yet more work. The blonde-haired princess sighed as she left the room, certainly feeling bad that the maid had so much work to do, and deciding that she couldn't leave her to clean up after her siblings all alone, she waved her hand quickly, creating a gust of cold air which pushed the playing cards - abandoned a long while earlier and instead just thrown around the entire room - into one single, if messy, pile. The maid gave her a grateful smile, and ushered her out, promising that she could tidy up the rest.

Hurrying after her younger brother, sister and cousin, Mia eventually managed to catch up with them, waiting impatiently for her outside the castle, in the courtyard. From the look of them, panting, with hot red faces and breath condensing on the cold december air, they'd been running from the get-go, and didn't look best pleased about having to wait for their companion to catch up, either. Kari scowled at her sister, her quick temper - as strong as her fiery red hair - making her glare coldly again at Mia, who simply ignored it, knowing that she was just being her usual self.

"Mi," Freddie complained grumpily, "You're making us late... You have to let us go sledding now!" Fredrik was a sweet young boy, but he had no sense of fear, instead possessing a reckless sense of courage, and a cheekiness which seemed to often get him into trouble. However, his Mother had named him well, too - Elsa had always hoped that he'd live up to his name, which meant 'peaceful ruler', and he didn't disappoint; certainly, if someone else started a fight, he would join in if he had to defend himself, but he never initiated a quarrel himself.

Mia frowned at her cousin, looking skeptical. "I don't know, Freddie..." She said, receiving disappointed faces from the three children around her. Thomas looked up at her with large, puppy dog eyes of richest chocolate brown, and Freddie's green eyes glinted in the sunlight as they shone sadly. Even Kari lost her hard, outward expression; sinking down, she sat on the floor and drew up her knees, looking defeated.

Mia sighed, knowing full well that her siblings and cousin weren't truly sad, just playing with her especially soft side; it was cruel, really, for she hated to hurt anyone, emotionally or physically, after her traumatising childhood, and they were taking advantage of that weakness. Then again, they didn't know; none of the three understood why she was as skittish and quiet as she was. She liked to think that if they did know, they wouldn't make her feel guilty anymore, but she didn't want them to know. She didn't want them to think of her as being tainted, or ruined.

"No, don't do the eyes, Tom..." She said, but it was a pointless argument; accepting that the younger children were never going to give in, she sighed. "Okay, okay, but not fast!" She relented, feeling annoyed that she could be such a pushover; as she waited for the five year olds to find their sled, which they always kept close by for days when they could convince Mia to let them go, she whistled loudly for her old companion, Lysse. The reindeer came crashing across the cobblestone courtyard happily, now a fully grown - if young - reindeer doe, and she tossed her head happily as she licked Mia's cheek gently.

"No, no, no, Lysse!" The princess spluttered, as she pushed the reindeer away and wiped her face in the soft fur of the animal's neck, cringing. "Yuck! No kisses, Lysse!" In response, the doe simply lolled out her tongue and pawed the ground, before bending down to allow the princess to climb onto her back, which she quickly did.

As Mia waited patiently, Lysse began to get bored; spotting Seier a little way away, she let out a bleat, calling him over to play, and the large, but gentle wolf needed little convincing; bounding over happily, he jumped up at the doe's shoulders, and in response, she ran away playfully, her rider hanging on tightly, but laughing in glee and thrill; when she was riding, she felt truly at home. When she was riding, she could let go of all her fears and worries, and just be the girl she had been meant to be.

When the other three finally returned with their sled, Lysse had eventually settled down, and was now waiting patiently, with Seier stood besides her, wagging his tail and barking every so often. His eyes gleamed in excitement, as did those of the royal children, who pushed the sled in front of them, and clambered in, waiting for the older princess to help them go.

Sighing, Mia opened her palm and created a trail of smooth ice, rough enough to ensure the sled didn't go out-of-control-fast, but flat enough to let the three gather up some speed. Seier barked before he pushed them with his head, helping to get them moving, and after that, they didn't stop; Lysse had to trot quickly to keep as Thomas, Kari and Fredrik sped away, soon accelerating into a canter, and even a slow gallop at one point. Mia laughed along with her siblings and cousin as she sped alongside them, although she also kept a watchful eye upon the three, in case they did anything reckless (which, with Freddie around, was highly likely).

It only took a few minutes to reach the docks and, after creating a pile of snow to stop the sled's momentum (and to catch the children who were sent flying through the air from the impact), Mia hopped off of Lysse, patting her fondly and stroking her nose gently. Pulling a small mint from her pocket and feeding it to her as a treat, the reindeer instantly began bouncing around hyperly, her antlers getting caught on a nearby branch of a small tree, leaving her stuck, stood on her hind legs with her fronts dangling in the air. A bipedal reindeer was certainly a sight to see, and Mia giggled at her amusing friend.

After helping Lysse get down out of the tree, the young princess led her friend over to the docks, smiling shyly at her Mother, Father, and Aunt, who were already there with the three other children, waiting for the ship from Corona - which was currently drawing over the horizon now - and talking animatedly. Odd would also have been there, but at present, he was out at work, doing his job as protector of the forests near Arendelle, making sure everything was in check. Usually he wouldn't have gone out today, for it was normally the job of the army to go out in the forests to keep everything safe on such a nice day. Odd tended to only go out in the more dangerous weather, much to Elsa's distaste, because he knew the forests so well, and was so skilled in the art of survival - he had been doing it since the age of eleven, after all. It made sense that he should be the one to brave the forests in the most dangerous times, but it didn't mean people were happy about it. Either way, Odd had gone out that day, for he had had a nagging feeling that something wasn't right, and wasn't one to doubt his own instincts, after they kept him alive for almost fifteen years.

A few minutes passed as the group waited for the ship to reach the dock - although they saved about ten seconds of waiting time when Maximus simply jumped the remaining few metres with Rapunzel, Eugene and Eva on his back - and then Freddie, Thomas and Kari began to jump around in excitement, squealing. Mia shrunk into her Mother's side nervously as she smiled very slightly at the new-comers, and tried not to shake in fear, because though she knew it was silly - they were family, after all, and Rapunzel had even possessed the power to heal people, not exactly an evil talent. Still, her paranoid nature wouldn't let such knowledge settle her down.

Eva was the first to jump off of Max's back, and she ran over to greet her cousins, crying out, "Tom! Freddie! Kari!" She laughed, as she gave each a massive, bone-crushing, breath-stealing hug, lifting each of her peers off of the ground in the embrace. Eva had always been tall for her age, and it was this height which made such an action possible.

Turning to the last young Princess, she gave her a weak smile, and waved slightly. Despite their differences - Eva being a very spirited girl, if a little wacky at times, and Mia the exact opposite - Eva truly enjoyed the eldest girl's company more than any of her other cousins. Perhaps it was that she liked the calmer, less chaotic time she spent with her, or maybe that it was so rare that they spent time together that it felt more special.

PMia, in response, gave a small, timid smile back and waved shyly, shrinking behind her mother a little more, as she felt her hands chill, and a small icy film began to coat the cobbled floor in her unease. Gasping quietly, she closed her eyes and latched onto Anna's dress tightly, muttering, "Comtrol it, control it," over and over under her breath. The words, however, did nothing to calm her distress as more ice began to form, although not enough for anyone to really notice, and her breathing grew panicked. There was a large crowd around, clamouring to glimpse the royals from Corona, and she didn't want people to be scared of her. Mia admired her aunt's control, she truly did; if she had the added pressure of being Queen, then there would be no way she could control it, even in the slightest.

A soft hand took hold of the young girl's smaller, cold one, and the younger princess smiled, as her Mother gave a gentle, reassuring squeeze which said one thousand words.

Don't worry, Mia - we're here for you.

Mia sighed as she thought of the love her family - her friends - and her Kingdom held for her, and she let out a breath of relief. Feeling the tension leak from her body, she smiled as the ice thawed, and felt a little more confident.

As the group made their way back to the castle, Mia slowly grew confident enough to go and speak with her cousin again, something she hadn't done in a while. Eva was certainly a distinctive person, and her appearance was often a cause of distress for Mia when she first saw her again; it wasn't that she was ugly, just that she was different, and to the poor, tormented princess, anyone different from the normal could pose a threat, or at least more of one. In her opinion, every person could only be trusted to some extent.

Eva was a very eye-catching individual; with her beautiful brown locks, which were highlighted with strong blonde streaks every now and then, and her eyes of different colours - as Arne's had been, Mia always thought as she remembered her deceased childhood friend - were intriguing, one a bright green, a colour which haunted the Princess' nightmares, and the other a soft brown. Her skin was tanned and supple, and her lips were perfectly sculpted and full. The only blemish on her appearance was the scar which ran down the entire right side of her cheek, but though she had inherited some of her mother's now lost healing magic, she refused to heal it. The scar was a part of her, and she liked it, strangely enough. But as said before, she had always been a little wacky.

After a brief conversation, the remainder of the journey back to the castle was quiet, as Mia drifted back to her Mother's side slowly, still a little wary. The girl was younger than her, and yet she still couldn't quite trust her; she knew it was silly, but that was just the way she was.

Just before they reached the castle, the sound of thudding hooves came up behind them, and Odd came rushing into the courtyard, in his arms a young woman, whose face was a horrifying sight to see indeed. Mia felt her head swim as she almost fainted, and she had to run inside to get away from the scene before her, the look of her, the smell of her blood, and those haunting, agonised moans, gurgled from a throat filled with blood.

Fredrik, Thomas and Kari, for once, followed their sister's lead, but poor Eva was needed to stay, to help out. Her hands trembled as she placed them upon the woman's chest, refusing to touch that mess of a face, and she jumped as the woman began to cough, blood spilling out of her mouth and splattering the young Princess' face. All the spectators watched on with sorrow-filled eyes, but knew that she was the only one who could help.

Her hands shaking even more now, Eva returned them to the woman's chest, and began to sing, her voice that of a siren, and the sound was beautiful, would have been appreciated if not for the context they were being used in.

Flower, gleam and glow,

Let your powers shine,

Make the clock reverse,

Bring back what once was mine,

Through squinted eyes, Eva could see the woman's injuries beginning to heal; that completely mangled face started to stitch together, the blood flow less, and her heavy breathing grew gentler.

Heal what has been hurt,

Change the fates' design,

Save what has been lost,

Bring back what once was mine,

Eva was more confident now as she watched the woman, whose injuries had nearly stopped bleeding, and she let out a sigh, before singing the very last line, closing her eyes again.

What once was mine...

Peeking back at the woman with her green and brown eyes filled with hope, Eva smiled when she saw how much better she looked already; the flaps of skin which had been peeling off of her face were now loosely stitched back on, as if they had been tacked back onto her face, and only a few droplets of blood beaded at the edges of the injured skin. Her breathing had returned to normal as well, and with a sigh of relief, Eva ran to her mother's arms, and stayed there.

Sadly, the woman still had a long way to go before she'd be healed again, and the thought made the young princess feel slightly guilty. With only her blonde streaked hair, not fully blonde locks like her mother had used to possess, she only had a fraction of the power the Queen of Corona had had. She wasn't strong enough to reverse the affects of ageing like Rapunzel, nor could she completely heal an injury as severe as this woman's, but at least she could speed up the recovery process, take away some of the pain.

And that was what mattered.

Ayla's face bent into a cold smile as she watched her kingdom below her, getting ready to reclaim their former glory. The people worked as hard as they could, some creating defences to stop an attack from the sea which would inevitably come when the sorceress' spell fell; some helping to strengthen existing buildings by making the walls thicker, more sturdy; some making new weapons and fixing the existing ones which had been damaged or worn; and some harvesting as much food from the fields as possible. Now that everyone knew of Ayla's magic, she had been able to manipulate the weather to match that of the warmer seasons, better suited for growing vegetables, each large plot a different season.

As she looked out of the window, she didn't notice a small child coming up behind her, and she jumped around as she felt a small tug on her dress. Looking down, she noticed her son looking up at her with large, green eyes, his blonde hair falling in a mop over his head, and Ayla plastered a forced smile upon her face.

"Why, hello, Seth." She said sweetly, trying not to let her disgust at the illegitimate boy show. In truth, over the past few years, she had grown to care slightly for the poor boy, who had been raised on lie after lie, for he was, after all, her son, and as far as children went, he wasn't too annoying. Granted, that was mainly because he was normally scared of her and her abilities and didn't hang around too much, and his strict upbringing had rammed into his head the fact that bothering the adults was bad and would receive punishment, but he was still much more bearable than the Mia brat had been.

"Ayla," Seth said quietly, using the name he'd been forced to use. He'd once called her 'Mama', and his father 'Papa', but such nasty habits had quickly been drilled out of him. "Can I go and help the people please?" His green eyes shone with longing, for he was rarely allowed out of the castle, for neither Ayla nor Hans trusted him enough (though they used the excuse that they simply didn't want their 'adopted' son getting hurt).

A small part of her heart ached to grant him his wish, but she held herself together as she bent down, trying to look apologetic. "I'm sorry, Seth," She said, "But you can't go outside today. It's too dangerous; you could be hurt, and you know how much it would hurt my poor, poor heart if anything happened to you." She knew it was a downright lie - perhaps she'd feel a bit of guilt, a few minutes of grief for the loss of her son, but not much more. Still, she had to keep up appearances. "And just think about poor Hans - he needs to keep things organised, and if he's worrying about you, then that won't happen, hmm?"

Seth sighed sadly. "I know, I know." He replied, quietly. ''I just..." He trailed off, and shook his head. "It doesn't matter."

Ayla was suddenly intrigued by her son's statement, and began to press him for information. "Whatever's the matter, Darling?" She asked sweetly, although he was as much her darling, as she was innocent. Seth looked down at his toes, and he slouched his shoulders, looking ashamed of himself.

"I... I..." He began, and sighed, trying to put his words together. "I just wanted to try and find my parents. My real parents."

The words struck at Ayla's heart as she felt a pain she'd never felt before, the words from her son's mouth hurting as she realised that he'd never know how closely related he was to her. She sighed, wishing she could just tell him everything, and knowing she couldn't - and also noticing how weak this boy had made her.

"Oh, Sweetie," She said, for the first time with genuine affection in her voice, though it sickened her too. "Your parents are... dead..." She said, the words hurting as she spoke them, and she saw his green eyes grow dimmer. "You know that, but don't worry - me and Hans, we'll always look after you."

Seth sighed as he moved closer to her, forgetting how dangerous she was in his time of need, as he wrapped his arms around her, and incredibly, it felt almost nice that her son needed her for support.

What is happening to me? She thought in disgust after the previous emotion had registered, but she didn't push the boy away, not just yet, and she could see tears rolling down his cheeks as he clung onto her. "I love you, Mama," he said, and the word slipped out before he could stop himself, but Ayla could barely find it in herself to correct him. Still, though she knew she had to, or she'd become sappy, and be no use to anyone.

"Not Mama, Sweetie. Just Ayla." She reminded him, as she painfully pushed him away. "Go on, go and find Hans - I'm sure he'd love to see you."

Seth looked saddened, but slowly nodded, and turned away to leave. Ayla tore her own gave away and gave herself a slap with her magic.

Get a grip, woman. She thought to herself, He is just the same as any other child.

But she knew deep down that Seth had made her a little more compassionate, a little more human, as he had done with Hans, too, she could tell - even the Prince seemed to have a small soft-spot for the little boy that was his son. And the strange fact was, that though she told herself that giving in to love would make her weaker, she could feel the magic coursing through her veins; she could feel how much stronger it had grown as of recent.

And she could feel how much more dangerous she was, too.

First, in response to a guest review by KLime at the end of the last book about Ayla being able to create bacteria meaning there's no hope for anyone and that there's nothing to write about in this last 'book', I guess I forgot to make my reasoning clear; Ayla can't create much bacteria at one time, only enough to target one person, in this case, and it wouldn't be deadly either, rather just a weaker type of bacteria.

For example, for most people, bronchitis (Dawn's illness) would simply give them a cough and an uncomfortably sore throat. However, in the case of Dawn, she was extremely susceptible, because not only did she have a weak immune system and a weak heart, she also had weak lungs, meaning the illness affected her more than others. Bronchitis targets the bronchioles and makes them inflamed (if I remember correctly), so this would have made her already-difficult breathing even more of a struggle, and she wouldn't be able to feed because she'd have such a sore throat. On top of this, bronchitis can lead to pneumonia, which, I expect, would have also been the case for Dawn.

This new talent of Ayla's would have been a recent development, and like I said before, she wouldn't be able to do it enough to create a deadly epidemic, because she couldn't create really strong illnesses, nor could she spread thousands of bacteria at one time - it would be too strenuous. She could possibly slow down her enemies by spreading common cold bacteria, which obviously multiplies quickly and spreads easily, but she couldn't create a deadly killer-disease, even in small quantities - it would be beyond, her abilities.

However, the fact that people didn't understand bacteria at the time a fair point - all I can say in defence is that Frozen itself isn't completely perfect for following history, for example Anna's tandem bike. I'm pretty sure bikes were not that modern when frozen was set! Ahaa, I can't deny that was a mistake, but oh well.

Wow, that was a long reply! Second, I'd like to apologise about Sven and Lysse's lifespans; usually, reindeer only live about twenty years maximum, but that would mean that Sven would have already died, considering Kristoff would have owned him at the age of eight, and now, in this final book, he and Elsa are about 32 years old. Thus, Sven would have died four years earlier at least, and I couldn't bear that, and I doubt you guys could either. So, hey, they now have the lifespan of a normal horse, so Sven can keep going still! Yay!

Last thing that I'm going to say is that I'll try and include Olaf in this book; in the last few, he has been... uh... on a world tour, and now he has finally returned? Okay, I know it's a weak excuse, but frankly, I forgot him, and I feel bad.

Sorry that this chapter was a bit dull; it was basically just a 're-introduce the characters' chapter, but please give me a chance!

Thanks for putting up with me!

-SG