Hello there,

This is my first fan-fiction, and story in general. I originally finished this story on April 20, 2014 (Easter Sunday) under the title of "The Snow Queen", after making this into a series I decided to use that name for a later novel. I have since then gone back to add to the story. I realized after reading other fanfics and writing other fanfics that this story needed some work.

I'm trying to stay true to the original movie since I thought it was awesome, so I can safely say that this story is lacking in any sort of language and excessive violence (PG rating, basically).

So, without further ado...

Frozen II:

The Forgotten Kingdom

Prologue: the Last Knights

(No association with that aweful Clive Owen movie)

In a wilderness far north of Arendelle, hidden between other countries and forgotten by the rest of the world, was the kingdom of Kalamar. With a sparse population and a crumbling city, it could hardly be called a kingdom, let alone a town. It was dreary and decaying; most of the buildings were falling apart from negligence, many being abandoned. The architecture was anything but uniform; some of the older buildings were made of bricks, while the newer buildings were made of wood, though no intent was made to make them aesthetic. The road was rocky and lumpy, with numerous potholes. Surrounding the town were rocky grasslands, leading up to mountains. Mountains encircled the town to the north, east and west, forming a sort of half circle. To the south lies forested areas, along with the ruins of the old castle.

Almost everyone here was either an ice harvester or a fishermen, since those are the only two forms of trade here. Back in Kalamar's more lustrous days, this city was the center of trade for many of the nearby communities; back when the royal family ruled and the castle stood high and proud over the kingdom. However, tragedy struck the royal family and the line failed, leaving the steward to take over. After years of economic catastrophe, many of the citizens left and the castle fell into ruins. Now, the castle ruins, which lied to the south, are the only indicators that any major city stood here. It was so degraded that its existence was all but forgotten to the rest of the world, outside of a few myths and legends.

The people who remained were as dreary as the town they lived in. Almost no forms of entertainment remained, minus the local pub. If it were not for the ice and fishing businesses, the town would have besn deserted. The only people here not for the business were three men; Isaac, Craig, and Jase. They are the only ones who felt it was their duty to stay, having swore an oath to the last steward before he died, to protect both Kalamar and the ancient secret it hid. They were the last trace of Kalamar's government and its culture; they were Kalamar's last knights.

Jase, the second oldest of the knights, leaned against an old building with Isaac by his side, watching as some ice harvesters unloaded there ice. It was a quiet evening, only the occasional noise from the harvesters and the wind making any sound.

"This place is pathetic" says Jase, sighing from boredom.

"Come on, its not that bad" Issac says as he tries to keep things positive. "Just look at this view!" he says sarcastically, looking at the broken down building right in front of them. As if to clarify the point, one of the shutters broke off and came crashing to the ground.

Isaac, being younger than Jase by about a year, tended to be more optimistic than his partner. He and Jase were best friends, brothers beyond blood. He was slightly shorter and skinnier than Jase, having light brown, curly hair.

Jase, on the other hand, tended to be more serious. This is not to say that he didn't have a sense of humor, but he had a more mature outlook on life. He was a little taller and more muscular than Isaac with had short black hair.

Jase turned to Isaac with a non-amused glare, "Yeah, real amusing. But you know what I mean."

Isaac looked to him, puzzled, "I think I do, but do you wanna tell me just to be clear?"

Jase rolled his eyes, "I want to actually do something. There is no life to be had here, nothing to do, no good to accomplish, and besides you, there is no one else to talk too."

"Hey, it could have been worse" said Isaac. "I could have been annoying!" he grinned in hopes of lifting his friend's spirit.

Jase gave a small smile to his friend, "Yeah, I guess it could have been worse!" The both shared a laugh. They were quiet for a minute, only the breeze making a sound.

Not like the knights in shining armor of myth and legend, Jase and Isaac wore rough, beaten up clothing, along with shin and arm guards made from home tanned leather. Most of this was hidden under their long jackets, which could also use some mending. There most prized possessions, things that were actually worth looking at, were there swords, examples of fine craftsmanship from Kalamar's past.

"I wish we could leave, even if it were for only a few days" said Jase, shuffling against the building he was leaning against.

"Well, I wouldn't want to go anywhere now, especially after that commotion that happened down south."

Isaac was referring to the event that happened last summer in the kingdom of Arendelle, a small yet prosperous kingdom south of the North Mountain. They hardly get any news at all here, but this occurrence was mind-boggling: a queen, on her coronation day, revealed herself to be the bearer of magical ice powers, which covered her kingdom in a three-day winter, in July. following her three-day exile, and something about attempts of treason, she returned and thawed her kingdom. It turned out that she was born with these abilities, and had been hiding them for years, trying to keep it a secret. Now, however, she had apparently mastered her powers and even shows them off in public.

"Can't believe it!" continued Jase "It's been, what, several decades since a person with that power had been heard of, and now a queen of all people turns up with them" says Jase. "If she had just kept this thing a secret, then we all would have been better off."

Isaac though to himself; about Arendelle and its Queen. Then he asked Jase,

"Don't you think we should talk to Craig about maybe reaching out to Arendelle again, you know, to tell them about us? I mean this concerns them too, especially the queen."

Jase turned to his friend, shaking his head. "Look, I'm on your side, but Craig made himself clear, no one is to know about this, ever. If this became common knowledge, every nefarious minded person would be busting down Arendelle's gates to get at their queen, or anyone else out there who might secretly have these powers."

Just then, Craig, they heard what sounded like a faint commotion of people speaking loudly on the far end of town, to the south. They turned and saw, in the distance, but it was too dark to see anything. "Did you hear that?" Jase asked.

"Oh thank goodness, I thought I was beginning to hear things" said Isaac.

It was then that they saw a person running for them under the moonlight. Once he was close engouh, the recognized him as Craig, their mentor. He was much older, easily in his late fifties, and little on the chubby side. He was waving for them. "Lads, there you are!" he yelled.

"Craig. What's going on down there?" asked Jase.

"I think we might have trouble lads. They're some strangers coming, a whole mob of them and they don't look friendly."

Trouble? This got Jase and Isaac on edge. Living in the most uneventful city in the world, trouble was another word for excitement. They looked to where Craig was pointing, and there was indeed a large group of men coming from the far end of town, obviously organized.

"Well, they sure look ominous" said Isaac, "so, what do we do when this happens again?"

Craig replied in a stern voice "Don't get fresh with me! These guys look like they mean business, they might be here for you know who!"

"Oh, come on Craig!" exclaimed Isaac, "You say that every time this happens! No one has been looking for him for almost a century. They're probably just some gang looking for something to loot, as usual."

"Either way, it's our duty to deal with them. Now come on."

Jase sighed. "Very well. Didn't have plans for the rest of the night anyway."

They approached the group, which, now that they were closer, appeared to be about twenty men. The other people in town hid from sight, though some remained, curious to see what would happen. They saw that most of them were large and could easily hold themselves in a fight. There is nothing dignified about any of them, save for one in the middle; a smaller, skinnier man, wearing a hood of finer fabric so as to conceal his face.

"Hello there, can I help you?" asked Craig, trying to use a friendly tone so as to not provoke anything.

The hooded man alone spoke, the only motion he made was to tilt his head in Craig's direction, but keeping his head down to keep his face hidden."Perhaps. We are looking for your king. King Gregor I believe."

At this, the knights looked to each other in surprise. He asked for him by name. This has never happened, not since Klamar's more lustrous days, centuries ago. They hardly knew how to respond, but Jase confidently responded...

"I'm sorry, there has been no king to this land for over a hundred years. I could hardly call this place a kingdom."

"If there is no kingdom or king, than why do you knights still reside here?" replied the stranger in a sly tone.

Now the knights were really startled. He knew a lot more than they had ever guessed. He knew of Gregor, at least parts of Kalamar's history, and knew they were knights, despite their pathetic appearances. It was a shock to them, to come across this scenario, one which they never thought would come. They hardly knew how to react.

Craig, shrugging of his shock, responded in a commanding voice "Look, I don't know who you think you are or where you come from. We are just a simple mountain community."

At this, the hooded man chuckled in a small, but menacing manner. Then he replied "Well, so much for the easy way." He turned to the men who stood behind him. "Get them!" he yelled, drawing his sword. "Take them alive!"

At that, the men drew their hidden weapons and attacked. Immediately, Jase and the other knights drew their weapons and fought back. They only ever practiced sword fighting, never actually using their skills in a real fight, but they managed well against the undisciplined thugs. They were synchronized in their efforts, carefully working together against their opponents. But they were outnumbered, and soon, Craig was cut in the leg and screamed in pain as he collapsed.

"Craig!" Yelled Isaac, as he ran to his mentors aid, defending him. By now, many of the civilians had fled.

Jase was able to fight them off while Isaac protected Craig. Then the hooded man came upon Jase. Their leader proved himself to be a skilled swordsman, as the fight went on for a few minutes, with the men backing of to watch the show. Jase managed to hold him off well, but the leader managed to disarm Jase, defeating him. Jase turned to see that Isaac was also brought to his knees after being outnumbered. The leader had his sword pointed at Jase's throat and then proceeded to ask him: "Alright," he said, catching his breath, "now that we understand each other, tell me where the Ice King is and I'll spare your lives!"

Jase never believed that his day would come. He swore to his father, the last steward, on the day he was knighted that he would take the secret of the Ice King to his grave. While keeping the peace was his official duty, this was his real mission, the secret mission of Kalamar, the last order of the last king.

"You'll have to kill me before I talk" Jase boldly proclaimed.

The hooded man grew angry under his hood, but immediately silenced his emotions. "Alright then, I still have two others to ask, so I guess you're expendable..." The leader raised his weapon, readying to end Jase right then and their when suddenly, a frail voice filled the air.

"No!" yelled an elderly woman who ran out to prevent her only son's demise.

Jase turned and saw his mother, his last living relative, run out onto the street. "Mom, get out of here…!" yelled Jase, but was knocked down by one of the other thugs.

"Now we're getting somewhere!" said the leader, walking towards Jase's mother. "Perhaps you could tell me where the Ice King is imprisoned? Then I'll spare this young man here" He said, keeping his sword pointed down at Jase, who was pinned to the ground.

Jase's mother, an elderly but able bodied woman named Merriam, hesitated at first. Being married to the steward, she knew the location of the cave. After her husband's death, she became the town's physician, having learned something about medicine before she married. Unable to bear the thought of her only child being murdered, she reluctantly gave in.

"H...he's up there" she said, pointing up the mountain north of the town. "He's in a cave close to where the two mountains meet, next to an outcropping of boulders" she said regrettably.

The hooded man then put his sword back into his scabbard. "Should we not find it, we will come back and burn this place to the ground. Come on men, let's go find our man!" He yelled, then turned to Jase on the ground. "So much for the knights of Kalamar" he said before kicking him in the chin. He then walked over him, and his men marched off to the only place where the two mountains met at a "V".

Merriam ran over to help her son up. "I'm so sorry Jase, I didn't know what else to do! I can't lose you too!"

"It's alright mom. It's not your fault..." He replied, trying to take away her guilt.

He got up slowly, shaking off the pain in his chin. Luckily, nothing was broken. He looked over to his companions: Craig was on the ground bleeding from the wound to his leg, and Isaac was barely conscious, suffering from the blow to the head. Some of the townspeople came to help, while others began fleeing, knowing what was coming. Jase couldn't believe it. This is what he had prepared himself for all his life. His most important duty, and he failed, miserably. All he could feel was shame and despair. He looked over to see that the men had already gone into the distance on horseback.

"Mom, go look after Isaac and Craig, I'm going after them!" said Jase to his mom.

"Not by yourself, you don't stand a chance!"

"I have to stop them if I can!" replied Jase.

"Your mother's right Jase", said Craig, who was still on the ground, unable to stand. "It's not like you can stop them" he said as he looked into the distance, "It's over."

"But how?" asked Isaac, who was slowly coming around, rubbing his head from the pain. "Don't they need someone with the power of ice and snow to free him? I didn't notice anyone shooting icicles at us!"

They all paused at this revelation. It was true; they couldn't accomplish what they came for without such a person. Jase realized that they came here for some other reason.

"Something's strange. I'm going after them to see what I can find out." He said

"I'm going with you" said Isaac.

"Jase, no, they'll kill you if they see you!" exclaimed his mother

"Who said they'll see me?" replied and Isaac went over to the stables to grab their horses and were off.

When they finally caught up, the men had already reached the cave with their horses tied up outside. The two knights dismounted from their horses and slowly followed them into the cave.

"Haven't been in here in years" whispered Isaac, examining the cave. "Nothing's changed."

"Nothing changes in this place" whispered Jase.

It was a strange cave: the entrance was very small and easily overlook, but the inside was a grand cavern, the walls glazed in ice and the ceilings decorated in icicles. While it was large, no animals lived here; not even a bear would take up residency. The ice was slick and flawless, with an unnatural luster to it. They walked on through the mysterious cave until they heard voices around the corner.

"Gentlemen, our road to glory and riches" exclaimed the upper-class voice of the hooded leader.

Jase and Isaac ducked behind an icy wall and observed the sight: The leader was up front with his men before him. He was examining a massive block of ice. It had the same luster of the wall, but it was fractured and darker in color. Within the ice, they could see a man with a crown, frozen inside, whose face was obscured with the fractures of the ice. The men stared perplexed at the sight.

"So the legend is true, he does exist!" said one of the men.

"Do you think he's still alive in their?" asked another.

"Of course" snapped the leader, then he turned to face the block of ice. "Remember, he's not like other men, he was cursed with unbelievable power, and he will grant me a kingdom when he is free, which I will share with you, and you will live your life in luxury as promised."

To this, all of the men cheered. Jase and Isaac watched anxiously, waiting for them to try something. Then, one of them did.

"What are we waiting for then? Let's melt this ice cube!" yelled the second man. He grabbed one of the torches and stuck it into the ice. At first it started to melt, but it miraculously refroze, as if by magic, and quenched the torch. Then man look at his quenched torch in embarrassment and astonishment.

"Don't you remember what I told you earlier you fool?!" yelled the leader, snatching the torch.

"uh… no" the thug replied with a shrug.

The leader groaned in disbelief and said "This mission was to secure this place, and confirm that the legend was true. But it won't melt by convention methods. An ancient spell protects this ice, and only someone with the power of ice can thaw it, and there is only one we know of. Now, let's get going. Our job in Arendelle will prove far, far more challenging. To this, the men cheered and turned to walk out of the cave.

Jase and Isaac, making a hasty retreat, ran for the exit to avoid detection. As they got to their horses and began to ride off, Isaac said to Jase "Arendelle, isn't that where-"

Jase cut him off "yeah... I don't know how they plan to bring her here, but she is obviously the key to their plan." Jase paused and looked south, past the castle ruins to the North Mountain in the far, far distance. Isaac looked at Jase, knowing what he was thinking.

"Guess you better get going then" said Isaac, as if reading Jase's thoughts.

"You mean go to Arendelle?"

"What other choice do we have? We are out matched and Craig can't do any fighting right now. We have to get word to Arendelle before those lunatics get the element of surprise! You have to warn the queen of the danger she is in… that we are all in. Besides, it'll be your chance to get out of here."

Jase pondered his friend's response. They were outnumbered, and if they somehow managed to either kidnap, blackmail, or even brainwash the queen into helping them, they wouldn't stand a chance.

"Alright, if I leave now and ride hard, I might be able to beat them there."

"Get going then!" replied Isaac.

Jase took off, but looked back for a moment, "tell mom what happened, and tell her I said good-bye and that I will be back!" Jase yelled to his friend.

"Will do! I'll hold down the fort till you get back."

"And for Heaven's sake, keep low! Don't do anything that will incite them."

"We'll be ready for a fight when you get back" said Isaac.

With that, Jase looked to his horse and said "Come on, Cliff, let's go!" and then bolted south. He rode in a straight line for the castle ruins, passing the town to his left. He rode on through the ancient castle ruins and into the woods. Taking a few short paths, he made it to a large, expansive plain. Under the full moon, Jase Linstrom rode hard and fast for the kingdom of Arendelle.

So, yeah, that's the first chapter, hope you like it.

Don't know a lot of Norwegian names, but Jase kind of stuck for some reason (the spelling is not recognized as its the nickname of Jason from 'Duck Dynasty').

Don't forget to let me know what you think

-Batman