So, I hope you all liked the first chapter and I know I kinda made Vergil a little emotional but that what I want to make him. A man who is as cold-hearted as Vergil must have pain in their chest right? Under his stone cold attitude there has to be something he dares not speak of. And a longing of some sort of peace in his life, to finally escape his curse. So yeah, in this story, we delve into the Dark Slayer's corrupted heart and maybe, just maybe, a certain queen would be able to thaw his frozen heart ;)

Chapter Two - First Impressions

"Welcome to Arendelle."

That woman said to him when Vergil asked where he was. "Arendelle. Strange, I have not heard of this name before." He said to himself as he entered the room he will be staying in. The room itself was very simple, a decent sized bed that could satisfy his wishes, and a view of the shinning moon. "This will have to do." He said as he opted to remove his prized glossed palatinate blue silk coat and black leather vest revealing a heavily outlined physique. Then his boots, he would take a shower after he polished his greatest weapon, Yamato.

His love for this sword knows no end. Yamato was the key to Hell itself and thus was in his possession. The sword itself was a Devil-Arm, its power was second to none only surpassed by the sword of Sparda. The dark o-katana could slice through anything depending on the user's will. Few people know this, but Yamato is actually sentient. A demon trapped in the form of an object.

Vergil once freed this demon from the sword and revealed itself to be a woman. A beautiful woman she was, hair as black as coal, skin as soft as rose petals, lips as red as blood, and a heart nearly as cold as Vergil's. She tried to seduce him once but Vergil's dark heart saw through this charade and imprisoned the succubus back into the sword. Recognizing that Vergil was her true master, she would obey his every command.

Vergil unsheathed Yamato from its scabbard and began to polish the mystical blade. His hand glided effortlessly across the sharpened edges of the blade as he applied fine oils and polishing fluid to the cool steel. With each wipe of the cloth, the beauty of the blade was slowly coming to light. Finally, Yamato now shined with graceful elegance and deadly precision.

Satisfied with the results of his work, he resheathed his beloved weapon and set it aside by the study table. With his work finished, he could now have that relaxing bath. His mind was literally racing in the prospect of bathing for years. Vergil removed the last of his wardrobe and began his bathing.

After he finished his cleaning session, he stood in front of the vanity mirror. In its reflection, he saw himself and how much he had changed through the years. No more was he in his late teens, he more was likely in his early or mid twenties. His muscles - lean and impressively defined, his face - more mature and chiseled, his eyes - deadly as his sword and cold as his soul, and his hair - white as snow and hid his face in a way that resembled his moron of a twin. He couldn't help but smile as he remembered simpler times when Sparda was present, cradling in his arms, his wife and mate – Eva, looking on as their sons played together, not at odds with each other just playing like any other siblings do. Simpler and happier times, indeed.

As soon as he realized what he was thinking about, he immediately squashed those thoughts down the drain. 'How could I even imagine those things, I do not deserve peace nor do I want it, no matter how much it prospered in my mind.' Vergil thought darkly. Having recovered from those harrowing thoughts, he decided it would be best to get some much needed sleep.

~Vergil's Dream~

Vergil stood on a cliff watching as the sun sets on the horizon and surprisingly calm and happy. Yamato was tied onto his belt, as a beautiful young woman was cradled in his arms. For the first time in an eternity, he felt content, no longer bound by his lust for might, and no longer chained to the tempting arms of vengeance. Here the Dark Slayer was, an angel in his arms watching the sunset together; a smile graced his fine features, he could not ask for any more.

"Vergil, what are you thinking about?" The fair maiden asked soothingly to him as she gazed into his eyes. 'My God, his eyes are as beautiful then as they were now.' She thought lovingly as Vergil smiled down at the woman in his arm and could not help but blush at his godly smile.

"About everything. You, me, us and our child." He said lovingly and softly as he lifted their intertwined hands revealing two matching golden wedding bonds, each having a magnificent sky blue diamond at the center and four smaller light colored sapphires at their sides, as he nuzzled into her neck while tenderly rubbing her slightly swollen belly.

The woman giggled and it was music to Vergil's ears as she leaned up and kissed him passionately on the lips. The kiss itself was sensual, lustful and enticing, and yet loving and passionate as only true lovers could exchange in an intimate struggle for dominance.

Vergil smirked into the kiss as he deepened it with a fire never before seen and it just made the woman want him that much more.

"I love you Vergil Sparda. Be it devil or human, I will always love you." The fair lady said as tears glistened in her majestic blue eyes that only held adoration, and admiration, and most of all love. "As do I, my love. Always have. Always will. I love you until the end of time, my sweet E-"

~In The Real World~

Vergil suddenly shot up from his slumber breathing heavily. 'What madness is this?! I can't even comprehend what this appalling vision means.' Vergil thought quickly and angrily as realization dawned him that it was now morning. Calming his nerves, he went into the washroom to splash his face with cold water in an attempt to clear his mind. 'What a bizarre vision. I do not know what it means but I intend to not find out. I have more pressing matters to accomplish and no woman can distract me from my hunt for power.' Vergil thought to himself with a deep and menacing growl.

After he wiped his face dry of any fluids, he once again donned his signature coat and vest in a very stylish way. Like his brother, Dante, he would always do things with style granted they were refined and match his persona. He twirled his coat over his head, under his left arm, over his right arm, under his right arm, over his left arm, around his waist, and in one swift motion entered his arms into the sleeves and for dramatics, pushed the three coat tails outward in a theatric display of style.

Then he went over to the vanity mirror only to find that his hair was laid down into its natural state, resembling Dante's chaotic nature. Scowling at this appearance, in one flick of the wrist, he swept his hair backwards in his preferred position. He obtained his beloved Yamato from its resting place and he went down to the dining area where he then met the kindly woman again.

"Oh my, Goodmorning good sir. Did you have a pleasant rest?" The woman asked as Vergil entered the dining area.

"It was...soothing. Thank you for the accommodations." Vergil bowed and the woman curtsied in return making Vergil smirk. 'Wherever this place is, it certainly had class.' Vergil thought to himself

The woman laughed "Where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Camille Fjordman, owner of the Fjordman Inn."

"A pleasure to meet you, I am Vergil Sparda." Vergil said in an icy calm voice.

"Would you like some breakfast Mister Vergil? It's our specialty we're serving today." Mrs. Camille asked.

Vergil nodded in response as he made his way into the dining room. As soon as he entered, he saw that it was filled with those disgusting humans he hated so much. It took every bit of self-control he had to not mutilate every single one of them. What made matters worse, every woman in the room was eyeing him up and down like hawks staring down at a helpless prey. Needless to say, it irritated the Dark Slayer to no end.

"Here you go Mr. Vergil. Enjoy your meal." A maid said curtly as she laid a plate of food down at his table. Vergil said his thanks and could have sworn that he saw faint traces of a blush coming from the girl. 'This is going to be an interesting and infuriating stay indeed. Curse my father's good looks.' Vergil growled inwardly as he did not want any attention from anyone.

As he was about to leave, he caught sight of Camille hugging an elderly man. Vergil figured that the man was Camille's husband and could not help but feel…jealous?'No, I cannot be jealous of these weak humans. Affections are for the weak.' Vergil said to himself as he glared daggers onto the walls.

He figured that he should go outside to survey this new place named Arendelle. He didn't know why but he felt drawn to this place somehow, like what he was looking for was right here – power. If that was true then nothing and no one will stop him, he will make sure of that.

Vergil ventured outside the Inn's threshold and was met with a sight of people scurrying about their own business. What's more strange is that they were wearing what looked like Renaissance apparel. Strange indeed but he paid no mind to it one bit for he had more important matters to attend to. First off that he must survey his surroundings, a warrior caught in battle and had no recognition of his environment is pretty much a dead man. Then he should familiarize himself with, well, anything here. Being cold and prepared was always better than being cold and unprepared.

He walked leisurely along the streets, Yamato firmly in his left hand, his coat tails flowing with his fluid movements, and his eyes scanning the structures and their architecture and certainly this had to be in the Renaissance period or something.

As he was walking down the streets, surveying and scrutinizing this new environment, he could not escape the lustful stares from women and the jealous and hateful stares of the men. 'Make a wrong move and it will be your lives.' Vergil mentally warned them with his steel – blue eyes and everyone got the message, not wanting to taste the wrath of a man carrying a strange sword.

"A wise move you imbeciles." Vergil whispered evilly.

Eventually, he came across a castle. He eyed the castle up and down to admire the sleek design of the architecture. "I have to admit. These people do have class." Vergil said out loud. Then he noticed the gates were open and opted to take a look inside. Needless to say, he was very impressed but did not show it in his cold stare.

The entire floor was covered in a thin sheet of ice, as well as the pillars and roofs adding more to its beauty. Taking this as a sign of a quick breather, he set foot on the ice and skated lazily across the slippery surface with his Yamato strapped to his belt. Letting himself, for the first time, enjoy the moment of peace before anything else. As Vergil twisted and turned with grace and practiced perfection, he was unaware that he was being watched by a certain queen.

The Queen of Arendelle sighed as another day of queenly duties began on this Saturday morning. 'Well, at least I have tomorrow off. That is something I'm really looking forward to.' Elsa thought longingly as she strolled down the corridors with hands folded in front, her back uncomfortably straight, and her steps precise. A queen had to be refined and graceful to keep up appearances and needless to say, Elsa was just itching to run like an idiot with Anna and Olaf.

"Hi Elsa!" A voice thundered through the corridors making the Queen of Ice and Snow jump and squeak in surprise.

"Anna! Don't speak that loud! You know this place has bad echo." Elsa said with a hand over her pounding heart as Anna was laughing her ass off on the floor.

"Sorry Elsa hahaha, but it's hahahaha fun haha to scare the hahaha living daylights out of hahahaha you hahahahaha! Anna - Elsa's sister - laughed so hard that she was wheezing for air.

Elsa was getting a little irritated with all that laughing then a sinister thought hit her head, making her smirk maliciously. She conjured up two snowball in her hands and threw the first snowball at Anna's prone form.

Anna screamed at the sudden impact, and coldness of what hit her and only one thing came to mind, 'Elsa.' Within minutes, the royal sisters were covered in snow as well as much of the corridor.

"Elsa that's cheating! You control snow and everytime we snowball fight YOU win." Anna mock pouted as she crossed her arms and turned her back on Elsa. The queen on laughed.

"That's because, my dear sister, I've had practice."

It was true. Elsa did had practice over the past year with snowball fights as any should expect when faced with a being who controls snow and ice and because she was just that good.

Anna still continued to pout but barely holding back a snicker. "Come on Anna, don't be like that. Tell you what, I'll let Olaf and Kristoff join you the next time we have a snowball war." Elsa noticed Anna's face lit up as she heard Kristoff's name.

"OOOOH Elsa! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Anna practically tackled Elsa to the ground as she profusely thanked her sister.

Elsa couldn't help but smile at Anna's outburst and hugged her back. Anna and Kristoff had grown closer over the years. Anna had been spending more time with Kristoff and she could see that they were really in love. If Kristoff ever gained the courage to propose, she would bless it unlike that One Day Engagement with Hans.

Elsa could see Kristoff truly and deeply cares for Anna. She couldn't be any happier for her sister. Because of her she could now control her Ice powers. Because of her she could now enjoy life. Because of her and Kristoff she felt... lonely.

Elsa finally untangled herself from her rambunctious sibling "Alright Anna I have to get back to my duties. We'll have our rematch tomorrow okay." Elsa said to her sister

"Okay Elsa. Bye!" Anna hugged her sister and skipped away but without tripping first.

'Only Anna.' Elsa sighed happily at her sister.

Elsa then ventured across the corridor feeling lonelier than ever. Sure, she was happy for Anna but she felt a little envious of her younger sibling. She had a wonderful relationship that only grew. Elsa let out a sad breath knowing no one could love a freak such as her. The idea saddened her to no end.

As Elsa was passing the through the window overlooking the palace courtyard, she could see children playing, she could smile all day until a streak of a brilliant palatinate blue caught her attention.

Elsa's heart and eyes nearly burst out of their proper positions when she saw a very handsome young man. She followed the young man's fluid movements with mesmerized interest. The way his feet moved, the way he twists and turns could rival that of even the most experienced dancer. Until he performed a perfectly executed somersault and landed on the fountain followed by a 360 degree theatrical flip back on the soft ice with not even a sound to be heard.

To say Elsa was amazed was an understatement. Even she could not perform those things he had done. Elsa then got a good look of his attire: a brilliant glossy palatinate blue coat golden snake-like pattern on each sides, a sophisticated black vest with what looked like to be a dark blue neckerchief at his collar, his trousers were a brilliant black and tucked into his brown combat boots.

Elsa assumed he was a man of nobility or rank judging from his attire. She smiled happily at the young man who has graced her with a stunning performance then like a sudden gust he turned to face her as if he sensed that he was being watched and was shocked to what Elsa had seen.

His hair was long and white as snow, it was swept back and it made him appear an angel, which is not far off. His face was well-defined and sharp. His skin was pale, adding to the illusion that he was like a god. But his eyes, his eyes are what shocked Elsa the most. The man's eyes were steel-blue in color that massively complimented his features but his eyes held ice that was colder than any ice she could ever create. She wondered what could be the cause of such a cold soul. But that didn't matter for now, for now she was looking into the eyes of a man who could understand her. A man who could maybe lov-.

Elsa snapped out of her thoughts as a furious blush came onto her cheeks. She hastily walked into her room to calm her nerves.

"Okay, get a hold of yourself Elsa. Breathe in, breathe out." Elsa sighed. "I don't know what came over me but I just felt drawn to him but I guess it's just nothing." Elsa said sadly as tears slowly formed in her beautiful eyes.

Vergil has never been this so relaxed in so long. Moments like these he secretly wished to happen more often. 'A nice reprieve.' Vergil thought as he let his eyes close, using his instincts to guide him. Then, getting a little need for a stylish end for his break, he somersaulted onto the fountain and then did a full flip back on the icy floor finishing with a majestic pose.

Vergil, now having his break, straightened his already perfect attire. 'Hmph. A needless desire but it must be satiated.' He thought to himself plainly like he just said that he just did a meaningless thing.

Then he sensed that he was being observed and instantly scanned his area, grip on Yamato as tight as chains. Sensing that whoever was foolish enough to observe him was from behind, he slowly turned around expecting an adversary, instead what he saw surprised him.

In a large window he saw what he thought was a goddess of light. Her wardrobe was a glimmering sky blue dress with ice and snowflakes embroidered at the hem of the dress adding to this maiden's beauty. Her hair, though not pure white like his were but just the right color to match her entirely. Her skin fair, he could only imagine that it felt like freshly fallen snow on the first day of winter. Her face was like a true image of a goddess, and a goddess she truly was. But it was her eyes that caught his interest the most, her eyes were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. They were of cerulean blue, deep and filled with innocence.

In Vergil's eyes and mind, she was the absolute most beautiful creature he had ever come across. 'Hmmm...fair and beautiful. No wonder father fell prey for such lowly creatures.' he commented appraisingly at this fine specimen of a human. Then he felt something. Vergil sensed that she held power. That prospect made him think of what her strength could be but for now, he would wait.

As his cold eyes stared into her radiant ones, he couldn't help but feel familiar, like he's seen her before and feel...attracted. The idea stunned him. It was becoming increasingly obvious that he had come of age and his devil and body craved for a mate. A fact that he resented greatly. He was a half-breed, a mistake that should never have come into existence, a bastard son of human and demon, a mix of light and darkness. He could not be attracted to a lowly human.

But, no matter how much he scolded himself, Vergil just can't get away from those eyes of hers. Then as soon as it happened, it was over. Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed a crimson red. 'Apparently realized that she was staring at me. As I was to her.' Vergil thought to himself, inwardly smirking that he caused this reaction.

She left looking flustered and the Dark Slayer determined that it was now time for a little training and departed but not without feeling a small coil in the pit of his stomach. He willed himself to forget about her. "Fool, remove these horrid thoughts from your head. It won't do you any good. Remember what you're here for." Vergil said to himself lowly and darkly as he made his way into a nearby clearing outside the place called Arendelle.

As he trained to once again to sharpen his already honed senses and skills, he could not stop thinking about that human. With each second passing, his fury only grew. His slashes became more erratic, his movements became quicker, and his demonic energy was flowing through him like a dam just had just burst letting the raging torrent out. That's what he felt like. And with one last slash, it was finished. His eyes were now glowing a blue hue as was his entire body.

With a few calming breaths, his near-unlimited power subsided for now. His power had grown since Mundus gave him a power boost and when Mundus died, the additional power he gave Vergil infused with his own, but he could not understand what made his father and brother so powerful that it maddened him. Was their love and willingness to protect humanity the answer? But alas, he would find out soon enough.

Wanting to try one last thing, Vergil – the Dark Slayer, triggered. He examined himself and noticed that his form had too matured. His body was covered in smooth palatinate blue scales, acting like a sort of armor. His head was surrounded by two horns sprouting from either side of his forehead and sweeping back in a curvature fashion and resting on either side of his face, adding to the effect of a walking devil. The features of his face where changed as well with black veins outlining his face. Unlike his first form where his eyes were blue orbs, now they were slits glowing dark blue light and highlighted by a crease on his forehead. His mouth was closed but bared with razor sharp teeth all adding to his dark and menacing appearance. His abdomen looked as if he truly was wearing armor. His chest was lined with intricate plates that appeared like chest armor fit for a king, ornated with golden streaks, as well as his abdominal armor. His shoulders were broad and strong. His elbows and knees where covered with what seemed like thick plates with gold ornaments to protect them. His feet were reptilian in nature. His wing, too, were matured as well. They were now four instead of two. When he unfolded them, the two main wings were like dragon wings and the two lesser wings were of a smaller reptile. In addition, when not in use, the wings folded up like he was wearing his silk coat.

Yamato also changed in appearance. The handle had become shaper, pronounced with demonic energy pulsing in it with a spike protruding from the end. The guard had become more menacing with the edges now razor sharp and the top of the guard was serrated with smaller spikes like a shark's mouth, and from the sharp edges, blue energy was glowing. The scabbard was now scaled, smooth and glimmering with the light, it too was pulsing with energy. Now Vergil was curious on what the blade would appear so he unsheathed the blade. The blade had grown in size but still retained its basic looks with a few added details, The sharpened edge was pulsing with white energy and the blunter glowed with dark energy.

Vergil assumed that this was Yamato's true form. Wanting to see the true power of his sword, he mildly swung the blade at a boulder and the boulder disintegrated. Showing the demon equivalent of a smirk, he returned Yamato to its place and reverted back to his human form.

He looked at the setting sun and quickly made his way back to Arendelle where his thought were once again on that woman. He sighed as he entered the Inn and was met with Camille and the man from earlier

"Welcome back, Mister Vergil. Will you be staying here for tonight again." Camille asked as she attended Vergil like her guests.

"Yes, I will." Vergil said plainly

"Alright then, we'll be serving dinner in a few minutes. Please, make yourself at home."

"Thank you" Vergil bowed

As Camille left the elderly man spoke. "My boy, you have a very refined decorum. I must say I'm impressed, most people nowadays disregard proper decorum entirely."

"Thank you, I have my mother to thank for that." Vergil responded

"I am Johannes Fjordman, Camille's husband. It's a pleasure to meet you Mister Vergil Sparda." Johannes said politely and bowed

Vergil bowed and said, "The pleasure is mine Johannes and I agree with you that people fully disregard decorum now and it disgusts me." Vergil agreed with what Johannes had said because his brother was just like that.

Johannes nodded his head in appreciation to what the young lad had said. He didn't think that anyone could be so refined at such a young age except for the queen.

"How are you finding Arendelle, my boy? Is it to your liking?" The elderly man casually asked Vergil, not knowing he was staring in the face of death itself

"It is...interesting. To say the least. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the dining area." Vergil said and bowed at Johannes who bowed in return. As Vergil was making his way to the dining area, Johannes called out to him causing him to stop.

"Wait, Mister Vergil. Are you attending the celebration in a few days? Everyone in Arendelle will be present including the queen." Johannes asked hopefully at Vergil who inwardly growled at this petty human. He was at his wits end with all this politeness.

"I'm not sure I will be in attendance but maybe I will." Vergil said plainly at Johannes who nodded in understanding and left Vergil to attend to his meal.

After his meal and went into his room, his mind was again on that beautiful siren. 'Dammit, why am I suddenly like this?' Vergil thought to himself. It was unbecoming of himself to be like this. Unable to bear it anymore, he stripped off his clothing and setting them aside along with Yamato and went to bed but not without saying "Hmm...interesting."

Ever since her mild episode in her room, Elsa could not forget that young man and his angelic features. Whenever she thought about him, an embarrassed blush came upon her pale cheeks, as she resumed her queenly duties to the people and being constantly plagued by images of that man clad in blue.

It was now dinner time and everyone saw a change in Elsa, even Olaf saw it.

"Elsa, is everything alright?" Anna asked worriedly at her sister while Kristoff, Olaf, Kai, and Gerda all looked on to their queen.

Elsa averted her eyes from her meal only to find that all eyes were on her, making her feel uncomfortable. "Of course, Anna. Why do you ask?" Elsa knew that Anna was perceptive but she didn't know that she was this perceptive.

"Elsa, we all noticed something. For one thing, you looked flushed when you entered the throne room. We see you gazing off into the window with a longing look on your face. And this is really what got me surprised, every now and then I see you blushing." Anna listed down her abnormal behavior and everyone in attendance except Elsa nodded.

'Damn.' Elsa inwardly face palmed.

"It's nothing Anna." Elsa said to her sister but Anna looked at Kristoff, then Olaf, then to Kai and Gerda, all of whom had a smirk on their face and nodded.

With an evil smirk, Anna asked Elsa a very simple question. "Elsa, have you been seeing a boy."

Elsa had all but spit out her food from her mouth and looked unbelievably at her sister. "Certainly not, Anna. I am NOT seeing someone." Elsa said firmly and fighting a very strong blush coming on.

Everyone just nodded knowingly and left the queen with her mouth hanging open. Knowing that it would just be a waste of time to dissuade them especially at night, she went to her room.

As she went up to her chambers, her thoughts were once again on the blue clad god. 'Who are you?' Elsa mentally asked herself as revisited the striking image that has plagued her ever since that morning. Every feature, every detail of his being made Elsa want to find out who he was, but it would have to wait because of the celebration in a few days. She could only hope that he would still be around after that. The thought of him leaving saddened her to no end and she didn't know why she was like this. She didn't know him at all and she's acting like this.

Elsa shook her head as she entered her chambers and went up to a portrait of her parents. She touched it with a smile and a tear dripping from her misty eyes. "I miss you so much mama and papa. The both of you." And she let out a sad sob

Wiping away the stray tears from her eyes and stripped her Snow Queen dress, leaving her in her underwear and she donned her light blue nightgown, preparing for a deep sleep. But not before saying, "Hmm... interesting" coincidently, the same time as Vergil.