The cloaked figure was moving at a brisk pace, easily navigating through the cobblestone streets. It was a rather pleasant night, truth be told, and the figure did pause a while to enjoy the view of the fjord from where she stood.

While continuing her walk through the streets, the figure moved her left hand up to her ears, taking off her earmuffs and putting them around her neck. There weren't any people around anyway, and the town was deathly quiet.

A few more steps and around a corner, the woman stood in front of what she had come here for. In front of her, beyond a stone bridge, loomed Arendelle's royal palace.

The figure allowed herself a bit of satisfaction at having come so far, her lips curling up in a smirk. All that remained was getting in, which seemed simple enough.

The castle itself was actually slightly smaller than she had envisioned in her mind. It was still however, undeniably elegant and majestic, with the main building being rather tall. The walls surrounding it seemed sturdy, with three round towers that she could see. In the dark, it was hard to say anything with absolute certainty though.

Eyeing the two uniformed men standing guard above the castle gates, gazing out over the parapets, the figure let out a sigh. With a swish of her cloak, she disappeared, only to reappear again directly behind the two. She was going to jump down into the courtyard when the guards' conversation caught her attention.

"At any rate, I hope the princesses are fine." one of them said."Don't worry like that; the king seemed to know what he was doing when he set off," Came the reply. "He'll fix things."

"I hope you're right." His colleague muttered.

Having heard what she wanted to hear, the woman behind the two guards hopped down from the ramparts, landing gracefully in the courtyard with no harm done to herself. Looking back up the wall, she tried to judge how far of a drop it was.

A thought came over her while she did so. Oh heavens above, I'm behaving like Seiga. The realization almost, but not quite, brought forth a chuckle. Burying the thought, she moved on, reflecting on what the guards had said instead. So… there is something wrong with the princesses, and the king has set off to fix things. Obviously, it's not something ordinary, or they'd have simply called for someone instead of setting off into the night.

While entering the castle and sneakily moving through the corridors, she concluded that she hadn't really received all that much in terms of information. She did not know whether or not the princesses were with their father, nor what had happened. The lack of information was actually rather annoying, but she only had herself to thank in all honesty. If she had lingered awhile longer, she could have easily discerned what had happened simply through observing the two men, but that would also give her insight into their lives in general, which she wasn't sure she wanted.

As she strode through the corridors, the intruder came into a large hall. Normally, this wouldn't have been worthy of comment, as most royal residences have more large halls than one can shake a stick at. What was worthy of comment however, were the piles of... well if her eyes weren't deceiving her; snow. Arranged in a rough semicircle, they were of varying height. There was also a small snowman by the side, and patches of ice.

Running a hand through the powdery substance, she smiled. There was something magical about it, and judging by the feel, it was also fresh. So, things might not be so mundane here after all. I think I might confront the king about this. Perhaps it'll convince him to let me stay. This does seem like a nice place, all things considered.

And so, patiently, she waited, for the king to return and for the confirmation of her suspicions.

Eventually, after an indeterminable length of time, the king returned. As he stepped into the hall, holding his daughter's hand in his own, the intruder stirred. Having floated up to the ceiling, she was currently gazing down at the royal family. With her overly sensitive ears, which often required earmuffs, she was easily able to pick up what they were saying.

"Remember, tomorrow, we'll close the gates. I'll see through the staff, decide who we will keep. For now, I'll find a new room for Elsa. You take Anna to hers." The king said, pointing up the large staircase at the back of the hall. The queen simply nodded and, keeping a hold of the child in her arms, moved up the stairs with consummate care. The other princess, Elsa, followed the two with her eyes until they disappeared through the door, before asking, "Do we have to be isolated from each other?" The tone was pleading, but also somewhat guilty.

For the intruder, making out details in the dark was hard, but it seemed as though the king went down on one knee before replying, "Yes Elsa, until you learn control, I'm afraid doing so is the only way to keep her safe. I'm sorry, but you will have to shut Anna out for the time being."

Getting back on his feet, the king once more took his daughters hand, and led her up the staircase, but taking another door at the top than that the queen had used. Following the two, floating a few centimetres off the ground so as not to make a sound, was the cloaked woman, still interested in what was currently transpiring.

Inwardly, she was praising herself for having deduced correctly what had happened up until now.

As the king led his daughter through the corridor to her new room, the intruder was busy judging him through his desires. A rather virtuous king, to be sure. Quite a bit of pride though, and stubborn. Not necessarily bad traits for a monarch though. Doubt is generally ones greatest enemy when it comes to running a state. At the very least, he cares for his family. Not sure if this is the best way of fixing things though. That troll seemed overly cryptic.

Smirking at the last bit, as she realized it was her abilities of discernment and insight that had granted that last piece of information.

Having tucked his daughter into her new bed, the king was now closing the door to Elsa's room. Lethargy was present in his motions, and he let out a weary sigh. Picking himself up, he walked back down the way he came through the corridor. He stopped however, his gaze drawn to the figure standing by the doorway to the hall.

"Who are you? What do you want?" he said, evidently not in a mood for any jokes.

Not unduly surprised at this, the intruder lifted both her hands in a placating gesture. "Just someone who's looking for a place to spend her nights. I'd very much like for that to be here, since you very likely have a room to spare."

The king frowned at this, obviously not liking what he had heard. "Unfortunately, I cannot acquiesce to your request. The caste gates will from tomorrow onwards be locked, and I'm planning on thinning my staff as well. I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask you to leave now." The king was slightly suspicious of the person in front of him. She had a somewhat smug air about her, and seemed to be playing around with him slightly. However, he was a bit too tired to really be riled up by this. Admittedly, his drowsiness and bad mood might have something to do with being cautious in the first place.

Perhaps sensing this, the intruder's smile grew slightly wider. "I know about the locking of the castle gates and the thinning of the staff. You're planning to limit your daughters contact with the outside world until she learns control, correct? You also don't want her powers becoming known. If you don't let me stay, what's to stop me from telling everyone?" The woman knew quite a bit about the king at this point, so she was quite aware the king likely would not have her killed or put in the dungeons. The only crimes she had committed so far were trespassing and eavesdropping, and now blackmail. The first wasn't even a proper crime, as the castle's open gates had been a symbol that the royal family's home was open for those in need. The second would be more or less impossible to use against her, since this was information only three humans and a very large number of trolls should have had access to. She was aware that the king would go rather far in keeping this a secret, keeping both daughters locked up was testament to that. The third... well if it could be used against her it would defeat the point anyway.

"So you're blackmailing me…" The king muttered. It was a statement, not a question. The figure in front of him shrugged in response. "If it helps, I don't particularly enjoy doing so. I never expected to hear any of this initially, though I did perhaps become overeager to know the truth when I first caught wind of this."

Having grown tired of all that had transpired that night, with stress clouding his judgement, the king gave in. "There's a small room on the top floor. You may use it."

Bowing in response, the figure turned to leave, when the king, in a sudden moment of clarity said, "You never answered my first question."

Smiling slightly, the figure in front of him took off her cloak, folding it neatly and setting it aside on the floor. Her light brown hair was rather messy, much of it jutting up like a pair of horns. A beige vest with rather ornate trimming covered part of a purple dress. A sheathed sword hung from a belt around her waist, a shaku tied to her back. Putting the earmuffs around her neck back over her ears, she answered, "I was once known as Prince Shoutoku. You can call me Miko."

Bowing once more, though in a slightly more carefree manner, she turned and left. The cloak was left where it was.


Author's notes: So, uh... this is my first ever fanfic. I hope you enjoyed it. I simply had the idea of seeing Toyosaomimi no Miko in the Frozenverse, and I ended up writing it.

I would appreciate reviews. Especially constructive criticism, though I am susceptible to flattery.

Thank you for reading this piece, at any rate. I might very well continue, but we'll see.