JQ: I'M BACK BROS!
Here to welcome you to 2017, with an all new, all weird, all adorable, Frozen fic!
Back with Fry and Icy! My fave couple, rn (aside from me and my lovely lady of course IRL). I'm playing around with what you guys suggested, mixed with my own lil' shindig shenanigans. I'd like to hear your thoughts on it! Take care friends! Enjoy!
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Arranged Yet Unexpected
Prologue: Before the Storm
It was early morning, near the base of the north mountain. The trolls were happily enjoying themselves, just prancing about and chattering about various things. One troll, however, had been observing the sky, up above. Curiosity struck him, as he made his way to Grand Pabbie.
"Pabbie!" he shouted. The old troll turned around and smiled.
"Good day, Sten." Grand Pabbie greeted. "What's got you running about?" the younger troll stood beside him and pointed towards the sky.
"Look at the sky, Pabbie!" Sten instructed. Grand Pabbie followed the younger troll's hand and gasped at what he saw. The sky was lit up, as if the aurora borealis had appeared. However that was impossible.
It was broad daylight.
A few "oohs" and "ahs" were heard, throughout the area, as the lights danced across the sky. Grand Pabbie, quickly, got down on his hands and knees and pressed his ear to the ground. He focused hard on the earth's rhythm. There was definitely a disturbance of great magnitude. He had no idea what it meant, but the answer arrived shortly.
"SOMEONE'S COMING!" one of the trolls wailed. Everyone quickly turned back into boulders. In walked a slender, but old, woman. She looked tired and weak, dressed in a long black fur cloak. Her blue eyes were watery and her pale skin cracked. She looked to be about 80 plus years of age. Her white hair was thin, but it was still strong enough to grow down to her shoulders.
"Hello?" she called out. "It is I, Grand Pabbie!" the woman cried. A large boulder began to roll towards her and she stayed put, already knowing who it was. "It's been a while, has it not?" the boulder then became Grand Pabbie. He looked astonished at the visitor. Slowly, all the other trolls revealed themselves.
"Darya?" he questioned. "What are you doing here?" the woman got down on her hands and knees, just as he had done earlier. She closed her eyes and listened to the earth. She, too, picked up on the disturbance. She sighed, and straightened up, so she was on her knees.
"I fear you already know why." she said, sadly. Grand Pabbie shook his head.
"It's...It's too soon. It had only been a year, Darya." Grand Pabbie was panicking. The woman shook her head.
"You know that that won't stop it from happening." Darya stated. "The alignment cannot be controlled, you know this." she was a bit frustrated that he kept trying to deny the circumstances, but understood his concern.
"I...I have to tell them." Grand Pabbie concluded, but the woman shook her head.
"No need." Darya stood up and turned towards the south. "I'm long overdue for an appearance, anyway." she told him. "Besides, the girl needs to know." Grand Pabbie sighed, knowing that she was right. "Plus, I'll make it there before you. If I leave now, perhaps there's a chance that it won't occur." Grand Pabbie shook his head.
"I don't know." he admitted. "I was there, for the binding. It was one of the strongest that I had ever come across."
"Stronger than Anaïs and Serafina?" Darya questioned. The elder troll nodded.
"Indeed."
"You told me she was just three, when it happened." Darya said, in disbelief.
"I told you; it was strong. Probably because it is two different types." Grand Pabbie looked to the sky again, the lights were still dancing. Darya's eyes widened and she glared at Grand Pabbie. Two different types of magic was, surely, a difference in how things should be handled.
"You didn't tell me that part, friend."
"I didn't think it mattered." he told her, nervously. She shook her head.
"This just got a whole lot worse." she turned the eastern side and huffed. "I guess I need to fetch Anaïs and Serafina, before we head down there."
"How long will that take?" Grand Pabbie questioned.
"One week." she turned to face the south again. "But by then the process might be finished."
"What about Gilda?" Grand Pabbie asked and Darya visibly tensed.
"Not Gilda." she turned to face him, once more, avoiding the subject of Gilda. "I'll take my leave now. Just be sure to take note of every disturbance, for the next 7 days." she ordered. "I'll observe everything after, for the whole 10 months." The elder troll nodded, solemnly.
"Be safe." Grand Pabbie advised. He laughed a bit. "And keep a close eye on Serafina." the woman laughed and turned around.
"Always."
...
"Hold!" Fría ordered, as her newest front line soldiers held their positions, ready to strike the target. One of the soldiers slipped and nearly ruined his posture. "Hey!" Fría scolded. "Hold means 'still'! Just stand there!" the soldier stammered his apology.
"Y-yes your high – I m-m-mean, commander!" he quickly got back into his position and when Fría felt that everyone was ready, she turned to Jorgen and nodded. He smirked back before he tossed wooden discs into the air. Immediately after he threw the first few, a flurry of arrows shot out after them. Jorgen had a total of 50 discs. When he was done, Fría walked over to the field, to observe the damage. She scoffed.
She wished there was damage.
"Can someone please tell me why only 21 discs were pierced?" Fría inquired, with an annoyed expression. "Anyone?" the soldiers were afraid to speak up. Fría was a nice person, no doubt about that. But her training and battle mannerisms were...well...tactless and vigorous. Especially for the new recruits. Jorgen laughed as he watched the expressions of all the new young faces. He was also quite proud of the diversity. Since the wedding had taken place, there was a substantial amount of young girls that wished to join the royal guard.
Fría groaned in frustration. New or not, she wanted her soldiers to be just as good as their superiors. And right now, they were still at level negative zero.
"I'm awaiting my response, kiddies!" Fría prompted. She rolled her eyes and began to explain. "Immediately, after Jorgen tossed the discs, everyone shot their arrows blindly, missing the point of the exercise. You must learn to wait, until your target is in position, before wasting your resources." Fría angrily pointed to the ground. There were, significantly, more arrows on the floor than there were arrows in discs. And even the arrows in the discs weren't in the dead centre. "If you don't focus, how do you expect to hit anything?!" After a gravid silence Fría decided that they'd do this again, later. "Argh, take a day to think about how none of you can properly shoot an arrow!" She turned to leave before looking at Jorgen. "Make sure they clean up the discs, themselves." she ordered and he laughed. The woman was a ruthless teacher, just as she was a ruthless fighter.
"Yes, commander." Fría smirked at him.
"It's 'Your majesty', off of the battlefield, Jorgen." she reminded him before sauntering off to the castle. Jorgen laughed again.
"Yes, your majesty." he saluted. He then turned his attention back to the young soldiers, just standing around, awaiting his next command. He rolled his eyes. "You heard your queen!" he spat. "Do I have to spell it out for you, babies? Move! Move! Move!" the young soldiers quickly got to collecting their arrows and the discs, before Jorgen had the chance to yell at them again.
...
Elsa was in the throne room, just finishing up with the last few claims from the commoners. She was bored, to say the least. And she couldn't even start the next claim, without Fría. Now that Fría had been appointed queen, officially, it was mandatory that both monarchs be present for commoner disputes. However, because Fría was also the new head of the royal guard, Elsa tweaked the rules just so her wife would only have to be present for disputes that had a higher penalty than usual.
Elsa sighed, as she looked at the next few commoners. It had been 3 minutes, and she honestly didn't want to handle this. One of them claimed that the other had poisoned one of his animals and stole money as well. Theft was not a severe punishment, but it was also frowned upon heavily. Especially when it was coupled with the interference of someone's livestock.
Elsa looked at Gunther, expectantly. Reading her expression, he cleared his throat.
"I received word that the new recruits had training today." Gunther said, with a slight giggle. "You know how she gets when she trains the new ones." Elsa smirked and then eyed the man accused of theft. She laughed lightly.
"Yes. My apologies, gentlemen." Elsa stated. "My wife doesn't like training the new recruits. Hence she may come off as..." Elsa struggled to find the right word, "...menacing." the accused man visibly paled. Everyone knew that Fría was from a more conservative country, when it came to crime. He prayed that the queen would show some mercy. Before anyone could say anything, the doors swung open on their own. Kai chuckled.
"Her majesty," he began, "Queen Fría Mariella, of Arendelle." less than a few seconds following the introduction, in walked Fría. She was still dressed in her Arendellian royal guard uniform. Her uniform wasn't much different from the men's one; it was merely adjusted and fitted to her feminine frame. Instead of trousers, she had a long black skirt, with gold trim. She was even still wearing the rather large hat. Her hair was in a ponytail, that hung just under the back of the hat. Elsa smiled; she liked Fría in her uniform. Everyone, aside from Elsa, bowed in Fría's presence.
"My apologies, dear." Fría said, making her way to sit in the throne, beside Elsa's. The taller woman leaned down and pressed a kiss to Elsa's cheek, before she sat. "Target practice was..." Elsa attempted to fill in the blank.
"Difficult?"
"Atrocious." Fría deadpanned. Elsa couldn't help but giggle; she thought that Fría was downright adorable when she was cranky. The blonde placed a soothing hand on her wife's forearm.
"It's alright, love. Now, let's get started shall we?" she asked. Fría smiled and relaxed a little at Elsa's touch.
"Yes, let's." both queens then turned to face their guests. "Okay," Fría began, "who wants to waste my time first?" Elsa elbowed Fría as a series of soft chuckles was heard from the few guards that presently lined the throne room.
"Fría..." Elsa warned.
"Okay, okay." the Solsan laughed. When Elsa continued to stare daggers into her soul, Fría held up her hands, in defence. "I can't help it; I'm an honest person!"
...
Later that evening, Fría and Elsa were seated on the western terrace, watching the sunset on the horizon. The women enjoyed eating their dinners anywhere except the dining hall; it was too big for them to enjoy some quality time together. Currently, intimacy was heavily needed since the start of the month.
Fría had lost a few soldiers, after sending them to Avalor to help Gabe and Naomi's fleet protect her cousin's kingdom. Hence the need to train new recruits. It was a terrible process. In turn, Elsa has felt the full pressures of being the sovereign queen; all the royal duties she must fulfill everyday, visiting dignitaries...she was just so swamped with stuff. The couple barely had time for one another anymore and they were desperate to have, at the least, one night of peace and quiet.
Hopefully, that would be today.
"I cannot believe you have him doing community work." Fría said, sipping on her red wine. She was still, as it stood very clearly, dumbfounded by how lenient they were in Arendelle. "The killing of another person's livestock would most definitely be, bare minimum, half a year in jail." Elsa shook her head and rolled her eyes.
"Honey, I understand, but it was his first offence." Elsa took a quick sip of her wine and winced. She still wasn't one for alcohol, but couldn't waste it after Fría had it imported. "Besides, your punishment was infinitely inhumane." Fría scoffed.
"Nothing wrong with public humiliation." she giggled into her glass of wine. She laughed, as she remembered a common public humiliation tactic, from back home. "Hehe...tomatoes to the face..." Elsa shook her head again and sighed. She loved watching the sunset with her beloved wife. She loved doing anything with her. "So, what did Qerith say, about the alliance with Roesgaard." Fría inquired. Roesgaard, recently, proposed a new treaty that would imply Arendelle should follow them to the battlefield. Ever since the marriage, many countries wanted favour with Arendelle because of Fría. Elsa couldn't really blame them; the woman who stole her heart also happens to be the most successful and lethal weapon of war. Elsa briefly recalled the time her and Fría faced off against the many Weselton guards, and how they won with Elsa just standing there (she froze the ground, but still).
"They said they'd sign when we did." Fría shrugged and downed the rest of her wine.
"Well, I think you should sign it." Fría advised, pouring herself more wine. She gestured to Elsa's unfinished glass, silently asking if she wanted more. The blonde shook her head and Fría continued to pour wine and speak. "It's not like we are going into anything soon. You northern nations are so docile." she laughed. "I remember back home, there would be monthly voyages, just to ensure no one was breaking deals. But yes, sign it: Roesgaard will be upset if you don't. It'll put a distinct wedge in all of the previous agreements. Plus, it'll shut Qerith up about Roesgaard." Fría frowned, remembering all the meetings from last week. "I hate hearing Queen Helga smack-talking Lord Gillen." Elsa laughed. She, too, hated it.
"Yes. I'm not one for gossip." Elsa replied. Fría shook her head abruptly.
"Oh, not that." Fría stated. "She's just horrible at smack-talk." Elsa laughed harder and Fría smiled. She really enjoyed Elsa being relaxed and carefree. It was beautiful to see her so at ease and just...happy. Anna had repeatedly told Fría how thankful she was for bringing such a good vibe to her sister.
"So..." Elsa started, putting her hand on Fría's forearm, "what have you got planned, for us, this evening?" she asked. Gerda told her that her wife had something special planned for their first evening off, in the last month. Fría smirked.
"Me?" she asked, feigning confusion. "Why, I didn't plan a single thing, dear." Elsa giggled and rolled her eyes.
"Well...if there's nothing, I'll just head to bed, by myself." Fría immediately looked at the blonde. Elsa was slowly pretending to get out of her seat. The raven-haired woman, quickly, grabbed her hand.
"Hey! Not without me, you're not!" Fría protested. Elsa laughed as she sat herself back down. Fría then leaned in, closer to Elsa, just so her lips brushed the blonde's ear. "Besides...that's at the bottom of my list." Elsa smirked when she pulled away.
"Oh, so now you have a plan?" Elsa teased. Fría squinted her eyes at her lover, dipped two fingers in her wine, then flicked the liquid at Elsa.
"I always have a plan, Missy." Elsa narrowed her eyes, playfully, at her wife.
"Then tell me what it is, Missy." the blonde shot back. Fría stood up and held out her hand, for Elsa to grab.
"It's better if I just show you." Elsa felt her heart skip a beat. She loved how Fría had that effect on her. Now that they had been together for the better part of three years, Elsa welcomed her feelings toward the woman. It no longer scared her. She gladly took hold of her wife's hand and allowed Fría to pull her up. Elsa then extended her arm for her lover to take.
"Then let's go."
...
The royal couple went out on the town, had some drinks and went dancing. Their royal subjects did not mind partying it up with their monarchs; they had a blast. Elsa had always wondered what it was like, being a teenager, since she obviously missed out on the various stages of adolescence. Fría, being the second child, was not obligated to such a high standards and constantly disobeyed her parents by going to parties with commoners. The Solsan would periodically plan spontaneous outings, such as this, to ensure her wife got a taste of what it was like to be on the wild side.
Elsa and Fría, as a result, got back to the castle just before midnight. Was it irresponsible of the two queens? Yes. Was anyone going to say anything to them about it? Probably, but not really. Did they care?
Not at all.
They sobered up, quite a bit, by the time they reached the castle gate. But that didn't stop them from desperately crashing their lips together, in the hallway. Fría's back was against the wall, as Elsa held her hands on either side of her face. It never ceased to amaze Fría, how strong Elsa actually was. Compared to the tall and athletic woman, Elsa looked pretty frail. But that was obviously a mere illusion, as the blonde was able to successfully pin Fría to every flat surface. Elsa kissed her way down, from Fría's lips, to her exposed collar bone. Fría hissed when the blonde grazed her teeth over her burning skin.
"Elsa..." Fría moaned. Elsa giggled a bit.
"Yes, baby?" Elsa purred, causing her lover to shudder. The blonde lowered her arms, allowing Fría to wrap her arms around Elsa's neck and pull her in for a kiss.
"Take me to bed." Fría demanded, quietly. Elsa smirked and bent down to grab Fría's legs from under her. Once Fría was secure in Elsa's bridal hold, the blonde queen smirked.
"Gladly."
...
Back in the mountains, Grand Pabbie was watching the sky, as Darya had instructed. Nothing had changed much, except for the rhythm of the earth, below. Grand Pabbie would occasionally press his ear to the forest floor and listen. Since the late evening, the rhythm sped up and he was getting more and more worried. This process was not unfamiliar to him, but he remembered how Darya said that this time around was rare and highly unpredictable.
He was about to retire, for the night, when he felt the sudden urge to look back up at the sky. The lights moved rather sporadically, not at all in sync with one another. His heart raced as he struggled to keep an eye on one particular portion of the display. This continued for a few more moments before a blinding white light flashed. In an instant, all the lights disappeared, leaving behind a bunch of confused trolls and the regular night sky. Grand Pabbie stood.
The process was complete.
Darya was nowhere near Arendelle.
He sighed and looked at the sky, once more.
"You'd better hurry, Darya." he said, into the night. "They'll need your help."