A/N: sithlorde1988 here. I know I said my next update would be for Total Drama Doom Camp, but I kind of hit a stumbling block with regards to the plot development of said story, so I'm going to try something slightly new to try and kick-start my creative muse in the meantime. This is not usually a category I write in, but I had this idea hit me once while playing Frozen Free Fall (ironically), and so I figured I'd try and run with it and see where it goes.

Summary: After the end of Frozen Fever, Elsa is laying on her bed recovering per Anna's instructions when Olaf finds a pic of a unfamiliar person in Elsa's closet, and when she gets it she realizes it's a friend she'd almost forgotten about due to not having seen him in some time. At the same time, after the disgraced Duke of Weselton returns home to report his failure to his lord, the King of Weselton, it gives him the idea to use his son to try and stage a takeover of the kingdom. What if, the son he thought he had was never his? And what if said son was the friend from Elsa's picture? What happens when the two reunite to find they have a great task set before them by destiny, one that could shape the fate of both Arendelle AND Weselton? Can the two meet the task, or will it be too much for the friends to handle? Rating for character deaths, and implied torture as well as possible sensuality later in the story (like a lot later, when the slow-burning Elsa/OC finally takes off). Pairings mostly Canon, with the obvious exception of the aforementioned Elsa/OC.

As a note, this story starts after the ending of Frozen Fever, and is my attempt at a possible storyline for a Frozen 2. Of course, before we can start the story, we have a guest to do the disclaimer.

*Anna comes in* Anna: sithlorde1988 doesn't own Frozen, or any related characters/plot save for any OCs who appear in the plot, and his version of Frozen 2. As you were Mr. Author.

SL88: Thanks! I suppose on with the show!

Frozen 2: Elemental Destiny

Chapter 1: A Hot Encounter with Death

(In the town of Weselton)

"Are you sure your source is correct, and the boat is arriving today?" A sailor could be seen asking his friend.

"Yes, Kusa. The Duke's boat is due to dock today. Though I hope for his sake he's on time, since the King seems impatient for his report." the second sailor replied to the first, now named Kusa.

"No joke. I heard he almost had the last guy who reported a delay thrown in the dungeon for wasting his time." Kusa replied. Before either of the burly sailors could reply, a majestic-looking boat landed in the dock next to them, and a haughty-looking older gentleman stepped off.

"About time you got back, . His Majesty King Somali is getting impatient to hear your report." Kusa's friend said to the Duke of Weselton.

"Very good. Take me to the King." Duke Weselton said. *1*

"As you wish." Kusa said as he escorted Duke Weselton to the palace.

(At the palace)

"What's taking that sniveling excuse for a Duke to get back here? He should've been back by now." King Somali said to the woman on the throne next to him.

"This is true dear, but keep in mind the ship might've been delayed by the storm that it had to go through recently. Or did you not hear about the recent freak winter storm that nearly left Arendelle in eternal winter?" the queen of Weselton said to Somali.

"You make a good point, Aurora. But be that as it may, this is time I could've spent grooming Scorch to learn the ropes for when he has to sit on the throne as King of Weselton." Somali said to his wife, the now named Aurora. Before Aurora could reply, a guard walked up to the throne.

"Begging Your Majesty's pardon, but there's a Duke Weselton here to see you?" The guard said.

"Ah, excellent. Send him in." Somali said. He turned to Aurora.

"If you'd be so kind, can you make sure Scorch is doing his training, dear? This meeting shouldn't take long." Somali asked Aurora.

"Very well. Try not to be too short with the Duke." Aurora said as she left the throne room. Somali then turned back to Duke Weselton.

"I trust you have good news for me, Duke?" Somali asked hopefully.

"Alas, I do not, my Lord. Despite my best efforts, as well as those of your nephew, Elsa still ascended to the throne, and our mission was a failure. But in fairness, we had no way of knowing Anna would be so willing to do anything for Elsa, not that she'd get a bloody lumberjack to help her bring Elsa back, nevermind said lumberjack causing Anna to reject your nephew. And on top of that, Weselton's been blacklisted from any dealings with Arendelle." Duke Weselton reported. Somali blinked before he got a furious look on his face.

"WHAAAAATT? You snivelling pathetic worm, I sent you to take over ONE kingdom, and you can't even do that? Never mind Hans failing to drive a wedge between the princesses as he was told to do, but you lost our best opportunity to take Arendelle over? Give me one good reason I shouldn't have your head for this?" Somali snapped.

"Because we still have a chance to seize the throne of Arendelle?" Duke Weselton meekly replied.

"Oh? Do explain, and this has better be good, for your sake." Somali said.

"OK, well think about It: if Anna is happily taken by this Kristoff fellow, that leaves Elsa well in the clear. And as it happens, I recall you saying Scorcelli still needed a wife to be able to be the next King, right? So what if we had him go undercover as a commoner and infiltrate the kingdom of Arendelle and get the Queen to wed him? If he did that, we'd have Dominion of both Weselton AND of Arendelle. AND we could dispose of those brats who had the gall to mess up your plans. A win-win for us, no?" Duke Weselton explained. Somali stroked his goatee while he mulled Duke Weselton's idea over.

"Hmm, I like it. It's evil, AND efficient! Let's do it." Somali said.

"So what would you have me do, my Lord?" Duke Weselton asked.

"You, my feeble minion, can go help Aurora inform Scorch of his new mission." Somali instructed.

"Yes, my Lord. I shall not fail you again." Duke Weselton vowed as he left the throne room.

"That's right, Arendelle. Enjoy your peace for now, for soon you shall be in MY control as you should've been all along. And when that happens, your rulers won't know what hit them!" Somali declared to the empty throne room whilst laughing evilly.

(Meanwhile, in Scorcelli's room)

"Jeez, just how many times can one have to write the same dratted sentence? This is aggravating." Scorcelli, or Scorch for short, said as he looked over the umpteenth piece of paperwork. "I have no idea how Father does it all." The prince of Weselton added. Just then, a knock came on his door. Scorcelli turned around.

"Enter." Scorcelli said. When the door opened, a older man stepped inside and faced him.

"Scorch, listen to me. You have to get out of here while you still can. Your Father is nuts!" The older man said.

"Explain yourself! What is the meaning of this absurdity?" Scorcelli asked.

"Your Father means to send you away and use you to take over another kingdom. Worse, he plans to put you in an arranged marriage. I know you respect him, but do you respect him THAT much?" The man said to Scorcelli.

"Uncle Damocles, I've heard some crazy things from you before, but I have to say this takes the cake. Suppose I believe you, how do you propose I make an escape from here? You remember what Father did the last time you tried smuggling me out of here." Scorcelli said, rubbing the back of his left hand, where a flame shaped scar was just visible though clearly faded from age.

"Obviously we disguise you as a servant, and sneak you out with the merchants who come to peddle their wares. That or you can go out the window." The now named Damocles suggested.

"The window might work, IF we weren't four tricking stories off the ground." Scorcelli deadpanned.

"So then we dress you as a merchant and snuggle you out with the other merchants." Damocles said. Scorcelli scoffed.

"And what would be so bad about this arranged marriage?" Scorcelli asked.

"You remember the girl you saved from your cousin Eldric's goons a few years ago before you moved back here?" Damocles asked.

"Yeah, what about her? What does she have to do with this?" Scorch asked,feeling his temper heat slightly with his irritation.

"What if I told you that was the now Queen of Arendelle? And she's the one your father is trying to force you to marry?" Damocles asked, smirking at the gobsmacked expression on Scorcelli's face.

"Yeah, sure. Good one, Uncle. Pull the other one next, why don't you? Like I'm supposed to believe that Else is a Queen? That's a laugh." Scorcelli said.

"I'm serious, nephew. She's the Queen of Arendelle. Why do you think those goons wanted her so badly? She was meant to be the betrothed of Eldric." Damocles said.

"So what, you're saying I could see Else again if I went along with your crazy gambit, Uncle Damocles? Because I won't lie, I miss her. But I have a hard time believing that she was a princess and now a Queen. She seemed too easygoing and fun loving for that." Scorcelli said.

"Nevertheless, it's true. So way I see it you have two choices, Scorch: either a)You go along with your father's plan and help destroy her kingdom, and possibly lose whatever friendship you two have, OR b) You trust me and get out of here while you can and warm her of what's coming. Your call." Damocles said. Scorcelli scoffed, but sighed.

"FINE, we'll go with your plan. But if this fails and I get in trouble, it's on your head." Scorcelli stated.

"Fair enough. Now, let's get started." Damocles said, as he helped Scorcelli devise a plan to escape. Unbeknownst to Damocles and Scorcelli, Aurora had heard the whole thing from outside the doorway, and gasped.

"Damocles, is this true? Is that really Somali's plan?" Aurora asked her brother-in-law. Damocles turned around wide-eyed at the sound of Aurora's voice.

"Yes, it's true. I didn't want you to know because I know how much you love Somali. But I know how much you're apt to forgive him even knowing what he did a couple years ago to-" Damocles started before Aurora cut him off.

"Yes, well even so that's not something to concern Scorcelli with, is it? I believe you wanted to help your son escape?" Aurora said, and it was hard to tell if Scorcelli or Damocles was more shocked at the last part of Aurora's question.

"What did you say?" Scorcelli asked Aurora. Aurora blanched as she realized what she'd said, and whom she'd said it in front of.

"What do you mean, he's my son? We both know he's you and Somali's child." Damocles said after finding his voice.

"This is true, but need I remind you I wasn't always faithful to Somali, as you well know." Aurora said, giving Damocles a disapproving look.

"What do you mean, you weren't always faithful to Father?" Scorcelli questioned his mother, trying not to let his gaze get too intense.

"It's true, my son. Once, a couple years before you were born, Damocles and I got drunk one night and one thing led to another and next thing we know, we woke up next to each other. Suffice it to say, nine months later you came along." Aurora explained shame-faced.

"So basically you've lied to me about my parentage, and to my father about your faithfulness, and to my uncle about his nephew. Do I have that about right?" Scorcelli said to his mother.

"Yes, Scorcelli. But I've also lied to you about your name. Your Father gave you this name to replace your birth name. Your real name is Pyrrhus Somasi Scorcelli. Damocles Scorcelli is your father." Aurora revealed.

"Does Somali know about this?" the now renamed Pyrrhus asked Aurora. Aurora frowned but answered honestly.

"No, he does not know, to this day. I lied and told him he was your son because I was ashamed of what we'd done. I shudder to think what he would do if he ever learned the truth." Aurora admitted. She then pushed a book up in Pyrrhus' bookcase, revealing a hidden passageway.

"This passage will take you out to the docks. Use a boat there to get out of Weselton before Somali comes for you. I don't think you should have to be a pawn of destruction." Aurora said as Pyrrhus quickly packed a knapsack of the essentials before pulling a wrapped package out of the back of his closet, unwrapping it to reveal a maroon leather jacket with a black flame decal on the back.

"Good thing I had this bought then." Pyrrhus said before taking his neck-length raven hair and putting it in a ponytail as he donned a pair of shades and put the jacket on along with a matching pair of fingerless gloves.

"So, Mother, I guess this is goodbye then? Since I take it I won't see you again if I make it out?" Pyrrhus asked.

"Unfortunately, yes. If you pull this off, it'll be too suspicious for me to be seen with you." Aurora explained. Pyrrhus rolled his hazel eyes behind his sunglasses and grabbed his knapsack and headed to the passage.

"Coming, Father?" Pyrrhus asked addressing Damocles as his father for the first time.

"I can't. If we both go missing it might draw attention to the truth. And that could be disastrous for your mother." Damocles said.

"Very well. Farewell, Mother and Father. I hope Somali burns for what he's trying to do." Pyrrhus snapped before taking off down the passage which slid shut behind him. As he made his way cautiously out of his former home, the only thoughts going through his mind were of his mother, and if she was safe or not, as well as of his friend 'Else' and if she was okay. He allowed himself to fondly think back to the all-too-brief friendship they shared as kids before he had to move out of Arendelle. Soon enough, he exited by the dock, and boarded a boat to Arendelle, heading to what he hoped would be a happy reunion, not knowing how bumpy the road to said reunion would be, nor how wrong he would be...

A/N: And that ends the first chapter. Before you ask, next chapter will have more familiar faces in it. So what do you think so far? Feel free to share your thoughts via PM or review.

-sithlorde1988