I'm back! It wasn't as long as I thought, planning this out, turns out waiting five hours for your car (batmobile) to get fixed can really jumpstart creativity! so here I am, earlier than expected, with the next instalment of my Frozen series.

This will not be following the prophecy storyline I set up in the last story, minus the occasional hint here and there, but this will be help explore Elsa as she works on sorting out her emotions, and Anna as she and Kristoff figure out parenthood with Mathew.

So, without Further ado…

Frozen 5

Ice and Fire

Chapter 1

Father and Son

It was midnight in Mustaville, a small town coastal town on the outskirts of the country of Weselton, and it was quiet. The only sounds to be heard were from the occasional rat scurrying down the alleyways or the meowing of a stray cat. But something else was amiss; a lone man, dressed in a hooded jacket, rugged leather pants and light boots, was moving amongst the rooftops, silent as a fox. His face was obscured by both the darkness and the hood, leaving his identity obscured.

As he reached the roof his target was hiding in, he drew a knife from under his coat. He swung down from the ledge of the roof top, hanging from his feet as he used the knife to unlatch the window. In an effortless flip, he leapt down into the room, making no noises. Seeing the bed before him, he snuck up quietly. While his target was asleep, he was cautious, as this was his third attempt on his life, and he did not want to fail a fourth time; it would look bad for his reputation. Swiftly and without regret, he stabbed into the mass beneath the blankets. Feeling no resistant of a body, he pulled the blankets of in panic, seeing nothing but pillows.

What his didn't know was that his target, a man, heard the faint footsteps on the ceiling of the room he rented. He had become accustomed to his enemy's tactics and took precautions, preferring not to sleep at night. Sensing the imminent danger, he grabbed his bag, which was always packed, ready to go, and his son, a young boy of twelve.

By the time the assassin had discovered his deception, he and his son was already out the front door of the building, making a break for it down the alley ways.

"Quickly Lukas!" exclaimed Lionel, the boy's father, as he hurried his son away. "We don't have much time!"

Lukas, who was strong for his age, hurried along as he adjusted his bag strap over his shoulder.

"Where is he?" he asked fearfully.

"I don't know, but it won't be long before he's realized his mistake. Come on!"

"But where will we go? Our ship won't leave till morning."

Leaning against one of the buildings, Lionel, a red headed man in his mid thirties looked around the corner of the alleyway, seeing if the coast was clear. "We'll have to hide out on the ship till morning; Out wait him."

The boy nodded. "Then what?" The young blond was trembling, looking over his shoulder every two seconds, wondering when the psychopath chasing them would catch up.

"Then, it will be better. I promise son. The Duke cannot reach us in Arendelle."

He heard faint foot-steps behind them in the alley. Immediately, the father pulled his son behind him. "Come son, we must hurry!"

Lionel and Lukas rushed through the alleys of Mustaville, careful to remain quiet. But Lionel would continue to hear the assassin's footsteps behind them. He knew they were being followed. He was probably tailing them to the ship, hoping to wait till Lionel he trapped he and his son on the ship. Lionel had only one option to save himself and his son.

Nearing the shipyards, Lionel pulled his son aside.

"Son, listen to me. You must…" he took a deep breath, for this wasn't an easy thing to put his son through. "… You must go to the ship without me."

"What?! No! I'm not going without you!"

"Lukas, listen to me. He's following me. I'm the one he wants. I'll lead him away and loose him then. That'll give you time to escape. Get to that ship and go to Arendelle."

"But what about you? I need you Pa!"

Lionel kneeled down, holding his son by the shoulders so as to make eye contact. "I'll find you there, I promise."

"Please don't leave me Pa… I'm scared" he said, his voice cracking from the tears welling up.

"Listen, you are more capable than you realize. You can take care of yourself. I believe in you."

The boy sniffled. "You mean that?"

Lionel pulled his son close, giving him one last hug goodbye. "I know you are. Now go, before he suspects something." He stood up, and made his way down another alley. "I love you."

"I love you too Pa" he said quietly as his father took off, leaving him to take the journey to Arendelle by himself.

Lionel, without having to worry about his son keeping up, moved swiftly through the buildings. The guilt of leaving his young son to himself ached at his chest, but he kept reminding himself that this was for the better. With the assassin following him, Lukas was free to escape, far from Weselton's reaches.

Hearing the faint footsteps behind him once more, he sighed in relief knowing that the assassin took the bait. After ensuring that he was far away from the shipyards, he slowed down. Hours had passed, and morning was no less than an hour away, but the city was still fast asleep. He walked out of the alleys into a quiet square. Only warehouses and factories stood here, so witnesses would be few. He finally stopped in the center of the square.

"Come out and face me you coward!" he called out to the darkness, knowing he was there.

Moments passed without a noise. The silence began to unsettled Lionel.

Then, he appeared. The cloaked assassin walked out from the shadows, quiet as a cat. He spoke no words as he walked to Lionel, who held his ground.

"Come no closer, turn around and leave!" Lionel commanded. "Tell the Duke I'm leaving Weselton, never to return."

The assassin drew a sword from under his cloak. He stepped towards Lionel cautiously, stepping lightly. He began to circle Lionel, taking his time.

Lionel nodded. "Have it your way." A moment later, Lionel's hands glowed with a red aurora, glimmers of red magic showing the through the glow. He shot his hand forward, knowing any warning's he mustered would fall on deaf ears. A stream of magic and red lights shot out of his right hand, beaming right towards the Assassin. He jumped out of the way at the last second, just as an explosion of fire blasted out of where the magic hit. After the initial explosion, the fire formed a pillar of fire. It wasn't flickering wild as fire should, but appeared almost 'tame', moving slowly, staying in its place.

Acting quickly, the assassin threw a double bladed throwing knife at Lionel. Immediately, Lionel shot a beam of magic at it, both hitting it and melting it in midair, causing it to melt into molten metal. Now under his control, Lionel forced the searing hot metal to the ground, forming a puddle of liquid metal. Knowing more knives where to follow, Lionel swung his hand from one side to the next. From seemingly out of nowhere, a wall of fire formed right to left. The flames didn't flicker out, but rather formed flatted flares, blocking the next two knives the assassin threw, sending sparks as each blade made contact, knocking them down to the ground.

The Assassin stared as Lionel was seemingly engulfed in flames. But he knew better than to believe his own flames would harm him.

The Assassin thought to himself briefly. This is why he left his son. He wouldn't risk his son being around with all this fire going around. And he couldn't risk him following both of them till they were trapped, where Lionel would have to focus both on fighting him and protecting his son.

The Assassin waited long enough. Pulling his cloak around him, he ran into the fire. Leaping up and through it, he just barely managed to clear the flames, landing just to Lionel's right. He swung his sword at Lionel's neck, but Lionel met it with a stream of fire magic emanating from his hand, forming a blade of pure fire, a weapon only Lionel could hold. The assassin pushed harder against the flame sword, hoping it would break. To his surprise, the flame was surprisingly solid of being made up of massless energy. It consisted of hundreds of tiny, blue/red flames, giving it an almost solid look to it, if not for the constantly phasing color of flames.

Lionel pushed him away. The assassin returned with a few quick slashes of his sword. The metal sword was becoming hot with the constant contact with the blade of fire, but Lionel's fencing skills was lacking, as the Assassin was moving too quick for Lionel to keep up. After a few quick side blows, the Assassin swung over Lionel's head. Out of instinct, Lionel formed a second fire blade, crossing the two and catching the Assassin's blade just before it hit him. The Assasin pushed hard, as Lionel wasn't as strong or skilled as he was. But the heat of the blades finally reached the handle, burning the sword in his hands. Hissing in pain, he dropped his sword and stepped back. Seeing his opportunity, Lionel shot his hands forward, making a circular wall of fire around the Assassin. The Assassin held his arm up, blocking the heat from his face. Smoke surrounded him, snuffing out the air. He coughed hoarsely as he tried to catch his breath, but the smoke grew thicker. He held his cloak close to his mouth, but the magic smoke was too much. He held his breath, hoping the smoke would die out, but it was relentless. Finally, he succumbed to his need for oxygen and collapsed.

Outside the wall of flame, Lionel swung his hands to the side. All around, the fire and smoke vanished, as if it never existed. Lionel looked down at the unconscious Assassin, realizing that he wasn't going to get up any time soon.

Relieved, Lionel didn't waste any time in running back to the ship yards, hoping to reach his son before the ship left.

By the time he reached the docks, the sun had already risen and he shipyards were already bustling with activity. When he made it to the dock the cargo ship was docked at, it was too late. The ship was already barely noticeable on the horizon as it sailed north towards Scandinavian lands. Lionel silently cursed himself, knowing his son was far way; safe, but far.

Immediately, he turned, grabbed his bag, and walked down the ship yard, hoping to stowaway on a ship headed for Arendelle.

Well, that's a start! Hope you like it! Lionel went through some major character changes based on what he started out as, and I'm really excited about the final result.

I was hesitant about putting a character with fire powers, as one; that was the first thing hundreds of people (friends included) thought of when asked about a sequel, so many stories have already been written about it. And second, it reminded me too much like ripping off Zuko from the Last Airbender (fire powered prince/king with emotional issues, ice powed princess/queen, seeing any similarities?).

But, this story came to me and it was just too interesting to ignore. I tried to make the fire magic act differently from most characters with such abilities, like the fire itself having different, more "tame" qualities compared to normal fire, and the fire swords... yes, I was think of lightsabers when I wrote them... What can I say? I'm a fanboy of multiple movies!

And so, we have Lionel, a father who is on the run from Weselton. If anyone has any suggestions as how to make Lionels powers unigue from other such characters, please let me know.

School's starting again soon, so please don't write reviews asking to hurry up with the next chapter, as it will take time. I realize it's still to early to make an assessment, but first impressions are always welcome.

Well, on to the next chapter!

-Batman