Adventures of John: The Adventurer and the Snow Queen

The Lost Weeks

Introduction

Author's Note: Are you guys still reading these? I haven't gotten any feedback from you guys in a while. I love writing these stories, but I don't really think I should keep going if nobody is reading them.

This story fills in the blanks left in my previous story, the Adventurer and the Snow Queen. If you haven't read that story, I suggest you do before reading this one, as this won't make much sense otherwise. Those of you that have read that previous tale told me that the story felt rushed, and it was. At that time I had only just left Arendelle, and I felt that the only way I could work through my grief was to write it all down as quickly as possible. Each chapter took about a day to write, with virtually no editing or going back to flesh out the story more.

Many of you also stated that the love between Elsa and I seemed to happen too fast. I can promise you that it did not happen quickly, not from my viewpoint at least. Of course, whether I admitted it to myself or not, I was smitten with Elsa as soon as I laid eyes on her. However, I sort of got on Elsa's nerves the first time we spoke at length, and it took a while for her to warm up to me. Remember, I was in Arendelle for three and a half weeks. A lot can happen in that time.

So, now I am writing down the tale of those three and a half weeks, all the parts that I neglected in my first telling of the tale, all the parts I can remember at least. Be prepared for some emotional turmoil, as well as ridiculous pranks that I played as I tried to catch the eye of the woman who would later become my wife, as well as various other embarrassing occurrences that I neglected to tell you all previously for very good reasons. (Embarrassment chief among them.)