A/N: hey guys new chapter here. I'm trying to build the story so elsa and anna would be a little late. as always please enjoy reading this and review so I could learn from my mistake and make the story a little better.


"What should we do now Tobias?" There is a hint of fear in the queen's voice. King Tobias either didn't know it or chose to ignore it. "I don't know dear. We need guidance...from them". The queen can only nod with a solemn face. Tears threatened to fall as she gazes her baby on the king's lap. 'Why now' she thinks. She was snapped out her reverie when King Tobias clears his throat. "If we need to see them, we need to do it now love." With determination in his eyes he stands up. Giving the baby back to his wife, He sets to the door. "I'll be back". "Be careful". He walks through the hallway and headed towards the royal library.

The royal library is large and seems endless. Different books from different time and country fills the shelves. Purple wallpaper adorns the wall and large curtain covers the window making it impossible for light to enter. A fireplace is perched near the entrance and a sofa is placed in front of it. King Tobias lights up the fireplace and soon light and warmth envelopes the dark library. But this is merely the surface. King Tobias headed towards the back of the library, which is off limit to all staff in the castle. Even the queen cannot enter this section of the library. The secret kept within can only be known by pure blood members of the royal Arendelle family.

He pulls a nearby book which serves as a lever. The wall in front of him descends down and reveals a dark passage. He lit a candle and makes his way through. The candle is his only source of light. He could feel a gentle breeze grace his skin and the candle flickers.

As he reaches the end of the passage his necklace starts to glow. He takes it out and soon the light glows brighter, illuminating the passageway. A large wall made of ebony is at the end. The wall is adorned with carvings, Making image of constellation on the smooth surface. Each star represents the forgotten kings. A new star was already engraved on the wall. It's his daughter's star. Feeling of anxiety and dread slowly grasp around his heart in an iron grip. The determination that he had before vanishes and instead replace with fear of the unknown. He puts his necklace, a square artifact, into his daughter's star slot.

The light from the artifact spreads throughout the wall and creates a light path connecting the stars together. The constellation begins to take shape of an eagle and an insignia. With all the stars align, the wall begins to open.

He steps inside the room and is greeted with a sense of nostalgia. He had been here before but he was a child then, Naive even. But child that had seen what power could do to a man. He was terrified back then. He's even more terrified now. Stone floor changes to muddy earth. Grass begins to grow under his boots. Trees stand tall and the leaves sway with a gentle breeze. It's peaceful here. He feels relax but it didn't last long. He has a much more urgent matter to attend too. His daughter life is on the line. 'Oh Elsa, I will fix this. I swear on my life'. After much walking he comes across a clearing. Boulder of rocks scattered throughout the place. "Hello! Is someone here? It's my daughter, we need help". 'I need help'. He looks around and wait but nothing happens. Just as he begins to lose hope the ground starts to quake. The rocks that were scattered around the field rolls towards him. One of the rocks approached him and then it reveals itself to be a troll. An old troll greeted him "Your Majesty, it is an honour to have you here. It's been so long since you came here. What seems to be the problem?" the old troll ask. "it's my daughter. She-" The king was interrupted by other trolls cutting in. "she's one of them" a troll shout. "that's why there's snowstorm in the middle of summer" another troll spoke. "She's a guardian". All the trolls start to speak together. Becoming louder and louder until "SILENCE!" The old troll shouts. And all at once the trolls stops. "I'm sorry for that Your Majesty, please continue."

"My daughter has power, passes down from our ancestor. I don't want her to suffer the same fate as them. Please help us" King Tobias begs. "I'm sorry your Majesty...but there is nothing we can do. This magic is beyond our realm." The old troll spoke softly. The words cut the king's heart, Like knife through butter. Finally, he lets go. The fatigue and fear consume him as he falls to his knees. He could feel as if darkness itself is enveloping him. He doesn't know how to feel, what to feel. Anger, sadness, disappointment, or tired. He looks up to the troll, exhaustion clearly on his face and said, "what if I carry the curse. Shoulder the responsibility?" Desperation can be clearly heard from his voice. The old troll only shook his head. Pity etched on his face. "It does not work that way your Majesty. This magic is godlike. She has been chosen by the gods so she must be the one to carry the responsibility." The king can only nod in agreement. His mind becomes blank. He knows nothing can be change, his uncle was the example.

When he was young he had follow his father and uncle here in secret. He saw what happened to his uncle. He remembers the scream of pure agony, the writhe and fear in his face when his power spiral out of control. His sanity collapse as he begs his own brother to end his life. He had run that time. Run back to the castle and lock himself in his room. Three days he was traumatized and three days later his uncle died. He didn't even know whether it was his father that ends his uncle's life or himself. On his deathbed, his father had given him the necklace. He had explain about the forgotten kings, forbidden apple, ancient gods, things that don't make sense but who is he to judge. With his final breathe his father had said "we serve the light". He was confused to say the least but those words were forever burned in his mind.

"Then tell me how I can ease her burden. I'll do anything." He asked with a dejected tone. Until the small hope dies down inside him he'll never stop believing. "There is a way Your Majesty." With that the king head perks up. Did his ear deceive him? There's a way? Suddenly all those anxiety, fears and what ifs disappear. There is hope. there is light.

"How?"