And so it begins! This is the sequel story to my recently finished one- Frozen: The Lost Queen. For those of who intend on journeying with me, thank you so much for taking the time! It means a lot to me! Let's see...It might help to read the first story if you haven't before, but that's up to you. :)

As for the cover, it's one that I drew and edited myself. It's two representations of my OC. However, I shall not reveal anymore...

The age list is below for the characters at this point and I'm going to do my best to keep with continuity of the other story too! Enjoy!

Ages:

Terra- 26 years

Elsa- 21 years

Anna- 19 years

Kristoff- 21 years

Hans- 24 years

Prologue

Long ago, in the small woodland Kingdom of Arendelle, interspersed with mountains, a well known peddler now resided with his youngest daughter. The man was mostly well known because he sold exceedingly rare and beautiful flowers. He would travel, searching far and wide until something would strike him as different or new. Most of the time, the peddler would find these flowers in tucked away places in the world, glad to partake of the wonderful pieces of art nature had to offer.

It was also in his travels that he had come across Arendelle. He found it to be such a lovely country and wished to spend the rest of his days here, though he would later return home to retrieve his youngest daughter, bringing her to this place. Her love of Arendelle grew and so did her love for her father's business and eventually, they were able to open up a shop within the village after speaking with the Royal Family in Castle Arendelle.

Both people were so kind and compassionate and greatly welcomed in the community, ne'er a word spoken awful about them. Many villagers would just watch from the window at how gentle the man was with the flowers, despite his miner like hands. They loved how he would make sure that the rare flowers were plentiful before taking any to be sold. After acquiring such flowers, he would return to Arendelle and once more share in his findings.

One day, he decided it was time to search for something unseen by the world and namely in the country he had taken up residence. He thought the Southern Mountains of Arendelle would be a great place to start and once he gained permission from the King and Queen, the peddler returned home to prepare a few things he would need for his journey. His daughter made sure to watch the shop and await her father's return

When he arrived at the Southern Mountains, he searched for days on end, soon becoming dispirited when nothing turned up but rock and dust. The man's supplies were dwindling, now nothing but crumbs. His stomach churned and cramped with hunger and his mouth was dry with thirst. He finally decided to return, realizing now his search in the mountains was all for naught. Maybe he should have tried the Northern Mountains...However, it was always too cold for much to grow there, save for the hearty trees...

"...Wait..." the man whispered to himself as something reddish caught his eye. The peddler then began to climb to what he had seen, slipping once or twice as he ascended. Eventually, he reached his destination, a ledge several hundred feet up, his mouth dropping open at what he had found. Growing out of the cracks and crevices of the mountain were small white and red flowers that lay in plentiful groups. These tiny beings of nature the man had never seen before and he was pretty sure that no one else had either. For the first time in his life, he had discovered a completely new flower. What was most thrilling was that since he was the first to find it, he would be the one to name it!

It was about an hour before he finally came up with a proper name and meaning. He called it "Rødsildre" which stood for ''Red Saxifrage''. Most of the flowers were red, so it made sense. These ''Stone Breakers'' were absolutely stunning. Pleased with his work, he grabbed enough flowers to sell in town and carefully made his way back down the mountain.

After he rested and told his daughter of his adventure, they prepared the flowers for the next day to begin selling to the people in the village. When the peddler and his daughter introduced the flowers, everyone was buying them left and right. (Though the man also made sure to set aside a small gift for the Royal Family as thanks once he had the moment to go and visit the castle. After all, it was the King of this country that had granted him favor to open his shop and to search for the flowers in the first place).

It didn't take but a few hours for all the flowers to be sold. His daughter ushered him on his way, glad to clean up while he visited with the King and Queen. The peddler did the best he could with his appearance before collecting his gift for the Royal family and heading on his way. His gift consisted of a bouquet of some of Arendelle's best and for the princess, a few ''Stone Breakers''. It was wonderful really, having been present at the announcement of the birth of the first princess of Arendelle. (To the current monarchs that is).

When the dark haired man had reached the gate, he explained to the guards what he wished to do and he was promptly escorted to the throne room to await the presence of King Agdar. While he waited, he gazed at the stained glass window behind the regal looking thrones. It was an amazing sight as the setting sunlight poured through them, coloring the room. The man was soon brought out of his thoughts about five minutes later, by the announcement of King Agdar's presence. The peddler noticed a slightly tired look in the mans eyes.

"Good evening, Your Majesty," He gave the King a bow. "Thank you so much for seeing me at such short notice."

"You are most welcome, Signore Gianni. What is it that brings you here today?" Gianni then presented the King of Arendelle with bouquet he had put together for him and the Queen.

"I wished to thank you for allowing me to live in this beautiful country and for allowing me to search for something new to share with the people. I have small gift for the Princepessa of my newest find as well, your Majesty. I call them, "Rødsildre"...It means "Red Saxifrage" or "Stone Breaker"..." Within the next few moments after Gianni handed the King the bouquets, Queen Idun entered the throne room. The peddler saw that her face was tired and haggard, a squealing and upset three month old baby in her arms.

"Agdar, please take her. I need but a moment to rest. I-" Idun soon noticed that her husband was currently in an audience. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I did not mean to interrupt." Gianni could see the stress more clearly upon her face. The babe squirmed and wailed at the top of her lungs, obviously displeased with something.

"It's alright sweetheart." Agdar said to his wife. "Signore Gianni just brought us a gift and one for Theresa as well." The Queen then smiled at the man and thanked him for the flowers. The peddler said his goodbyes, thinking it well for him to leave the royals to take care of their daughter, but he soon stopped and turned back around, an idea in his mind.

"Your Majesties, if I may," the man begins to ask, stepping a little closer to the stairs of the dais where the King and Queen still stood with their child.

"Proceed." King Agdar says to the dark haired man, curious at what he was going to say.

"Could I hold her for a moment?" They both looked at each other, almost having a silent discussion with their eyes. Soon, they descend down the small stairway, now standing in front of the townsman. Idun hands her child to the man in front of her, a few guards watching from a distance. The woman takes her husbands free hand, his other still holding the bouquets of flowers.

"You said her name was Theresa, yes?" Gianni asks, not remembering to be more formal with the King and Queen. The man and woman in front of him nod and then Gianni looks down at the baby in his arms, who is still crying madly.

"Now what we have here Princepessa?" He asks the baby. "What ever has upset you so? Let's have a bit of quiet so we can understand you, yes?" The baby still cried, but now it seemed to be softer than before. When her eyes opened, this caused Gianni to gasp a little. The man knew that normally, a baby's eyes were blue when born. (He had several children of his own). Although, this was not the case with the three month old Princess of Arendelle. Her eyes were a bright emerald green, mirroring her fathers. However, for some reason...the man couldn't help but feel that there was something more to her green eyes...

"Now look at you. You are a beauty with those eyes of yours," He looks up at the King and Queen who are smiling at the compliment. Gianni looks back down at Theresa, who is still crying. "My, my, my...You will go far one day and do wonderful things Pincepessa." The baby's crying slows down a little further, now seeming to wonder who this man is that's holding her. "And those eyes will help. Now what is wrong hmm?" Gianni studies the baby and notices something about her breathing. The man adjusts the babe in his arms, holding her steady, and briefly placing his ear on her chest. He listened to her breathing, despite her protests, and finally realized was causing the baby discomfort.

Having had four children of his own, the youngest living with him in Arendelle, he knew very well how to spot things. This however was the first child to grace the man and woman before him, let alone the child being very tiny. Gianni brought the baby away from his ear, and carefully handed the baby back to the Queen.

"Your Majesties, I believe that the Principessa is contracting a small cold. Now that you know, you will be able to, how you say, 'nip it in the bud.' "

"How could you tell? She's been eating fine and everything...Well, except for being extremely fussy." The Queen says quickly, adjusting her daughter in her arms. Gianni removed his hat, twisting it in his hands shyly.

"I've raised four children your Majesty, one of which who helps me with my shop in town...But there is a bit of raspiness in her lungs. It's small for now. I think some fresh air would do her some good. She is strong for a baby so small."

"Thank you Signore. You have no idea how much you have helped us so." Gianni bowed and gave the Royals his good graces, taking his leave, allowing the parents to look after their daughter.

A few months passed, it being August now. It was a little warm for Gianni's taste, but this did not deter him from gathering "Stone Breakers". However, one day, something strange happened when he went to collect some more. There had been groups upon groups of these flowers, he was sure of it and the peddler made sure to never take more than he needed. And yet, when had returned, there now sat only one small group of flowers growing out of the cracks of the mountain, a few white "Stone Breakers" among a sea of red ones. Gianni sighed but smiled as he begun to make his way back to town, climbing down from the mountain, no flowers in hand.

He hoped that one day more of those flowers would return. But for now, he was content in searching for another unique flower, instead of causing the "Stone Breakers" to disappear from this nook in Norway. Gianni had been naught but a humble peddler, only seeing those red and white flowers. Little did he know the true power of those flowers and the magical power they secretly possessed or the role that they would play later in the life of Princess Theresa of Arendelle.

Four and a half years later...

"You nevah gonna get me Miss Gerda!" a little girl giggled as she ran through the halls of her home, a maid following quickly after her, a towel thrown over one of her arms.

"Young Miss! It's time for your bath! Come now!" Gerda called after the brown haired girl who somehow seemed to be moving much faster than her, despite her size. The older woman tried to grab the little girl, but once again the girl slipped out of her grasp. The little girl squealed with delight, dodging into her play room, hiding quickly under a pile of stuffed animals. She heard the footsteps of the maid enter the room and then leave. The girl giggled madly, thinking herself clever.

However, she soon feels herself get hoisted up out of the pile of stuffed toys. The girl looked into the blue eyes of a woman with the same brown hair as she had, pulled back into a queenly bun. She was looking at the girl with a slight frown. The little girls cheeks burned as she blushed.

"Now what's this about not listening to Mrs. Gerda, Theresa, hmm?"

"I don' wanna take a baf Mama. Miss Gerda is no f-fun like you." Idun sighs, smiling a little, unable to truly stay mad at her daughter.

"I see...Well, it's still not okay for you disobey, even if it isn't Mama...Is it?" The four and a half year old princess shook her head as her mother then carried her out of her playroom.

"No Mama...I sowy..." The Queen nodded.

"You are forgiven my sweet, but you must also apologize to Miss Gerda." Idun said, now stopping at the bathroom door where the maid was waiting.

"I sowy Miss Gerda." Gerda sighed, also smiling, knowing all to well how children were.

"It's alright young Miss. Now how about that bath?" However, Theresa shook her head and held onto her mother tightly. The queen sighed and dismissed Gerda to move onto her other duties. Idun took the towel from the woman and then took her daughter into the bathroom, where a warm bubble bath waited.

"Now see, that wasn't so bad was it?" Idun said, helping her daughter into fresh undergarments and then she slipped a fresh nightgown over her daughters head. Then she proceeded to dry her daughters hair with a dry towel. Theresa made noises as her mother moved her hair about, her mother laughed her silliness.

"Y-e-e-e-ess it w-aaaaa-s." Idun then tossed the towel aside, her daughter's wavy hair in tangles. The woman then scooped up her tiny daughter and grabbed a hairbrush and then the pair made their way to Theresa's room, where toys were still scattered about and art littered the small table that sat in the room as well. Idun sat her daughter on her bed and then she sat behind her, carefully combing Theresa's hair. Once she finished combing and braiding her hair, she placed the comb on the nearby bed side table.

"I think it's time for you to go to sleep now." Theresa shook her head and quickly got off her bed, running towards the open door. Idun quickly hurried after her daughter and scooped her up again before she made it out of the door. Theresa began squirming madly and grunting in protest.

"Come on now. You need sleep to-"

"No! I don' wanna go ah-sleep!" Theresa cried and soon tears followed with sobs. She squirmed and wiggled, crying all the while. Idun sighed at her daughters tantrum, unsure what was setting her off this time.

"Theresa Renée James..." Idun said, as she carried her daughter back to her bed. However, her daughter continued to cry, not even regarding her mother's words or tone. The brunette woman sighed and sat down next to the princess. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Why don't you want to go to bed?" Theresa looked up at her mother, her green eyes still full of tears.

"I-I-I don' wann go ah-ah-ahsleep 'cause I be la-lone next-day wif Gerda." Idun's eyebrows knit together with concern.

"You mean 'alone tomorrow'?" Her daughter nodded furiously to which her mother took her into her arms, holding her.

"Uh-huh...I wan' you and Papa to pah-lay wif me." Ahh, so that was it. That was why her daughter had been quite a handful as of late. "Yous guys nevah play no-mores." The girl said sniffling.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry about that...Mama and Papa have been really busy, haven't we?" The woman placed her chin on the top of her daughter's head. Theresa's crying slowed down and she held onto her mother. "We'll have to change that won't we?" Theresa moved her head quickly to look up at her mother with smile, only to conk her mother on the chin. "Ouch!" The girls eyes went wide and she frowned.

"I sowy!" She said sitting on her knees in her mother's lap, patting her mother's face lightly. "I make it bett'r." The queen felt her daughter kiss her chin and she smiled at her, at how kind she was.

"Well thank you very much. It feels much better now!" the woman stood up and spun with her daughter and then laid her down in her bed, tucking her under her blankets. Idun knelt down next to her daughter's bed, now running her fingers through Theresa's bangs, fingers grazing her forehead. The little girl gave into a yawn, relaxing at the gesture.

Idun couldn't help but stare in wonder at her child. She had been born prematurely and struggled for a long while after she was born, but now she was getting stronger everyday. Though she was still small, this brown haired darling always acted like she was fifty feet tall and always said that she would be as tall as her Papa one day. The woman thanked God constantly that her daughter survived and now thrived all the same.

"...Did I miss anything?" a mans voice whispered as he quietly entered the room, seeing his wife kneeling next to their daughter's bed. Idun looked up and saw Agadar, her red haired husband, and smiled. He walked over and joined her at Theresa's bed side, to which the girl woke herself up enough to launch herself at him. Idun sighed...She swore sometimes her daughter had the ears the way a hawk could see.

"Papa!" Agdar laughed as he felt his daughter's small arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her body.

"Now see what you've done? She was almost asleep."

"Oh hush now...I couldn't very well go to sleep without saying good night to my little tea cup." Agdar promptly stood up and held the small four and a half year old above his head. To Theresa it felt like she was flying and she laughed madly. Idun couldn't help but smile at them...However, she soon put an end to it.

"Come now, we'll never get to sleep if you get her riled up any further." He brought the girl down, holding her close.

"I suppose you're right."

"I won' get wiled up Mama...'sides I'm no sweeply." The green eyed girl said, which was followed by a yawn. "I wanna be awake for playin' next day." She looked at her father, who was looking back at her. "Mama s-said yous guys w-would pay wif me next day."

"Oh she did?" Agdar looked over at his wife and she mouthed, 'We'll talk in a minute.' He smiled at his wife and nodded. The man looked back at his daughter. "Well then, if we're going to do that, the sooner you go to bed, the sooner we can all get up and play." Theresa giggled with excitement and wiggled in her father's grasp to try to lay down again. "Okay! Okay, tea cup!" Agdar gently placed his daughter back on her bed and covered her up, to which she yawned again.

"See, you are sleepy." Idun said, kneeling back down again, her husband following. Agdar soon took one of his wife's hands and his daughters, while Idun stroked Theresa's forehead, causing the girl to soon fall asleep, dreaming of the coming day with her parents.

The next day had been rather long and full of fun for the family of three, hardly interruptions as the Kings right hand, Lucius Gold, took care of the matters at hand. He had promised only to get the royals if their was an emergency. Thankfully, there had been none most of the day as Theresa dragged her parents along through every book reading or bits of pretending or toy playing she had wanted to do. Currently, after lunch and a small nap for the girl, she and her parents were playing hide and seek. Of course now they had to play in the house as it had started raining. Although, this didn't bother the four year old.

"Ready or not, here I come!" Her father cried out and she giggled a little, but did her best to be quiet as she hid, thinking her hiding spot clever. Agdar searched up and down the hall, trying to find his daughter first and he smiled when he saw tiny, stocking covered feet sticking out from underneath the curtain. "Hmm...I wonder where Theresa is...Hmm..." He stomped over to the curtain, which began giggling more.

"Found you!" Agdar threw back the curtain and saw his daughter with her wavy brown hair bouncing madly as she ran from him, heading towards her play room. Theresa could hear her father running after her, which made her squeal with laughter. However, her laughter turned to cries as she tripped over a bunched up piece of carpet, causing rug burn to appear on her knees and parts of her hands.

"Oh tea cup..." Agdar said with a frown as he scooped up his daughter. "It's alright." While holding her, he fixed the carpet so it wouldn't happen again. Soon Idun came around the corner, having heard her daughter's cries.

"What happened?" Theresa sniffled.

"I f-fell down-ded." She snuggled into her father, who rubbed her back in comfort.

"Aw sweetheart..." Idun thought for a moment and then came up with an idea. "Go sit down in her playroom, I'll be right back." Agdar nodded and promptly found a rocking chair to sit it in while he waited for his wife, rocking his daughter who calmed down a little as he did. Soon Idun returned with a book in hand, pulling a chair up next to her husbands. Theresa sniffled as she looked over at her mother, curious at what she had in her hands.

"Whas' that?" She pointed with a small finger.

"This is Mama's flower book. Would you like to see it?" Theresa nodded, forgetting about her fall for the moment. Agdar and Theresa watched as the woman flipped slowly through the book, revealing bright and cheerful flowers. Eventually, she stopped at one page that had a set of pressed red flowers upon it. Agdar smiled, knowing what they were. "These flowers are from when you were three months old. They were given to you by a very kind man. He called them "Rødsildre"...In our tongue, that means "Red Saxifrage" or as the peddler called them in common tongue his name for them, "Stone Breakers."

"They so pwe-pwe..." The little girl struggled to say the word 'Pretty', so she said something different. "They nice." Agdar chuckled and rubbed his daughters back.

"They are nice." Theresa nodded in agreement with her father, imitating him.

"They are nice." Idun watched her green eyed daughter study them for moment and then she looked up at her. "May I pwease touch dem?" The queen nodded and held the book closer to her daughter and watched as her small finger touched the petals.

Something stirred within the girl at that moment, almost as if something wanted to awaken. It pulled at her center and almost made her warm all over. Her mind swirled about, almost with visions of older women, a blonde one and a red-haired one...Then one with a kind smile and brown hair, green eyes like hers...The brown haired woman reminded her of someone...But it wasn't the vision that bothered her, but a feeling as though a hidden, great power lay within her and she did not like it. Especially since she did not understand it.

"Papa..." She said taking her fingers off the petals and curling into him.

"What's the matter Theresa?"

"Those flowers are scary..." She said in a small voice and her parents shared a look of concern, unaware themselves of the power within those particular flowers. Idun closed the book and set it aside.

"It's okay...Sometimes small things can be scary..." Idun said, rubbing her daughters hand. Sure she found it an odd thing that her daughter no longer liked those flowers, but she wanted to take her mind off them. "I think Papa and I have something that will make you happy."

"Realwy?" Theresa asked, sitting up again, but just a little, curious. Her father nodded with a proud smile.

"Alright then Miss Theresa...Next year in July some time, you're going to be a big sister." Theresa tilted her head and raised a tiny eyebrow.

"Whas a big sister?"

...Twenty one and a half years later...

Arendelle. Present day: March 2nd.

Nine months since the Great Thaw.

...Sisters...

Where exactly were they?

But that's not what truly worried her at the moment.

Waters swirled about her, violent and torrential. Terra felt herself being tossed about almost like a hairpin down a drain. She was sure she had been younger a few moments ago, she had been with her parents. Where had they gone? Her family, where were they? The woman finally opened her eyes, ignoring the stinging from the water. Off in the oceany, blue distance, a ship was sinking. Somehow, the girl could see someone banging on the portholes of the boat and Terra knew who it was. Forgetting she was under water, Terra cried out.

"Mammma! Pa-" Her words came out gurgled and choked, her lungs stinging from the salt water. Terra could feel her lungs wanting to burst, her oxygen gone. She clawed and kicked madly, trying to make her way to the surface, but the woman was being tossed around once again in the waves. The brunette felt herself drowning like that day on the frozen fjord and it frightened her.

It frightened her so much that she sat up quickly gasping for breath and screaming. She was drenched in sweat, her balcony doors crashing about, as a storm raged outside her windows, lightning flashing in the sky.

Hopefully the start of this story wasn't too confusing...If I need to clear anything up just let me know! Sorry this was posted a little later in the evening, but I like to re-read through every chapter after I've written them to catch mistakes or to make sure I like it well enough.

As for the flower the peddler discovered, it's an actual flower in Norway! I'm trying to do my best at research, but forgive me of any mistakes. I'm no botanist! (I'm also trying to be creative with the flowers that actually exist...)

One last thing, as for updates. I'll update this story about once a month, on the last day of the month. There may be more than one update a month, but that depends on my work schedule. The same goes for however many chapters I put up...I think that's all for now and I promise there will be less rambling in the future.

Have an awesome morning/day/evening wherever you are! : )