Tucker Foley had never been so angry. He could not physically recall a time when his entire being seized with rage, fear, and dark purpose. Grabbing the ghost by the collar, he slammed it into the castle wall, cracking the stone and the metal in Skulker's head denting. "What the actual….In the name of….I cannot even at the moment…WHO DID YOU SEE GO INTO THE CASTLE?!"

Skulker's eyes were wide open and showing pure terror at the extent of rage the knight was showing.

"I…The Ghost King, he was in the gardens and I saw a ghost go up to him and follow him into the castle. After that, well, we all know King Danny has gone missing…but it is not my problem! I am a hunter."

Letting out a scream of utter wrath, Tucker drew back to hit the ghost for his ruthless impudence but instead Skulker began smoking and then was engulfed by hot green ectoplasmic beams and the 'Ghost Zone's Greatest Hunter' was reduced to a green screeching blob in a twisted hunk of melted metal. Danielle floated forward, tears streaming from her eyes and she crossed her arms. "Listen here, you worthless piece of crap. I can obliterate you with one more misspoken word of yours, and I will, too. I'm not like Danny. I do not have to worry about politics and stature. So, I suggest you start looking into who the ghost was. And do it fast. I know where you live."

The ghost trembled and rushed off with the promise to find out the unknown ghost's identity. And with the need for a show of bravado gone, Tucker turned towards the so-called princess of Phantoura and opened his arms, smiling sadly as she flew into them, gasping his shoulders with a desperate need for comfort. He rubbed her back absent-mindedly, listening as she began to sob into his back about Danny's disappearance. When Jazz had died, it had destroyed her partially. And when the Fentons had destroyed Danny with their hate for him and disbelief that he would have taken her place if he could have, when he threw in the towel to human life and fled into the ghost zone and Danielle had spent over eight weeks searching for him only to find him the King of the Ghost Zone for the last seven and a half weeks, she was swift to pack her bags and return to him forever, bringing Tucker and a slightly reluctant Valerie with her.

It had taken Valerie longer to adjust to her new living situations since at nineteen, she was in the midst of her freshman year of college. Enjoying life immensely, since she and Tucker had become a couple at the end of high school and her world had been opened to the slightly insane world her boyfriend and his friends lived in on a day to day basis. But being as dedicated to family as she was, as she had been raised to be, she came with Tucker and left her entire world behind. As reward for her act of love and obvious trust, Danny had knighted Tucker and given Valerie the title of Lady, also giving her a small hand in decision making. She was dressed in only the finest linens and treated as a royal. She joined Danielle in that respect, for though the official title of Danny's sister was 'princess', she acted more like a Lady, or to be brutally honest, acted as a Lord, seeing as she was still slightly anti-feminine. She would wear makeup and dress the part but her brash, sharp way of addressing things were more masculine.

It was not all together uncommon to see her fence with some of the best teachers, and win at that.

Tucker realized through his memories that Danielle had quit crying, and he stepped back and gripped her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. And as Dani's grass green met darker turquoise orbs, he spoke, making his voice strong and not break like it so wanted to. "Danielle, Danny is so strong. Don't give up and don't worry. He'll come back, if there's a way. You know he will. He's family in my eyes too. My brother. Brothers in all but blood. He will come back. If I know Danny, he will return as soon as possible. Most likely he's trying to figure out how to send word to us. Don't fret so. You know how these things go. Inter-dimensional planes and all that ja…stuff."

He had almost slipped up, almost said the word 'Jazz'. The word and person had been struck from Danny's books, for it was a reminder of his one true failure. And it wasn't only his hurt. Tucker had been there that day, when Jazz had gone up against Vlad Masters in a fight which all of them – Sam, Val, Dani, Danny, and Tuck – had gone up against the only other half-ghost. There had been Skulker there, paid to do his duty, and Vortex, simply wanting to add to the havoc. It had been disaster. But as Danny had beaten Vlad down, with Tucker and Sam at his side and Val with Dani, Jazz went up against Skulker. She had bested him a multitude of times since her sixteenth year, when her ghost fighting had begun in earnest. And he had had a new weapon, one Danny hadn't known about. When her scream of agony had split the air, Danny whirled around and saw her body aflame, having caught fire from the single blast of weaponry which Skulker possessed. He had screamed, the trauma of seeing his sister fall and flip about like a fish out of water after her body was doused with water from his ice powers, being too much for him and the scream had instantly progressed to his Ghostly Wail. This Wail had been stronger than any other before, and it had completely disintegrated Skulker's outer shell, and knowing when his butt was set to be cooked, Skulker got the heck out of there. The Wail had had an effect on more than just Skulker however, and it left Vlad in a brain-dead state.

Samantha Manson, too, had been affected. She had been knocked back by the sound waves of the blast, the sounds being so loud that they physically pushed each team member back. But she had been closest, and this had inadvertently rammed her skull into a rock, resulting in memory loss which the doctors at Amity Memorial had declared irreversible. She bought the lies the broken-hearted Maddie and Jack had spieled about their son. The loss of their daughter had damaged them into monsters, monsters who now wanted their son dead. After she accused her fiancé of his sister's death, the young man had fled, already believing it himself and not needing the blame from another person, especially one he loved so much. So they called the wedding off in the course of the next year.

Tucker clenched his jaw at the memory of his friend-turned-enemy. She had left Amity Park, Illinois, a few weeks after the breakup. Quite frankly, if she needed a kidney, Tucker would bomb the hospital. He hated her for how she had hurt Danny. How she had hurt Danielle. He wouldn't seek revenge, at least he didn't per Danny's request, but if it had been up to him…well, put it this way, she would be hanging in the dungeon, beaten every hour.

A door opened and Tucker directed his attention to it. "Yes? What is it?"

Queen Dorothea hesitated. She had heard of King Danny's disappearance and she bit her lip. "I…I came with condolences, and to state that if King Phantom's Keep needs any attendance, I will be happy to personally help. I will take my leave now."

As she left, Tucker smiled. She and Danny had taken to being allies of trade in the last two years, and it had worked perfectly. He had thought, that perhaps, the two would get closer and join in matrimony but it had never even been a subject breeched. Suddenly, the door opened again, harsher, and Valerie hurried in, glancing at Danielle's form resting contentedly on Tucker's shoulder. Seeing her friend, Danielle jerked up and her face resembled beets. Valerie laughed and shook her head. "I wish I could leave you two cuties here, but there is a slight issue."

"Dear Gods, what now?"

"Well, Danielle, someone has to rule. And well, by the ancient rules, you are the one who must take Danny's place until he returns but...Tucker has more, eh, maturity and stability. And tact. Tucker has a lot of tact. The entire kingdom already knows that Danny was attacked and is in a wormhole somewhere, so this announcement of whom rules in his stead needs to come tonight before anarchy sets in."

Danielle's face set and she stepped backward. "Yes. I agree with you. Regent Tucker is to be ruler in Danny's stead. All Hail, King-Regent Foley."

Tucker shook from fear as he nodded and controlled his facial expressions. None could ever know his fear over this. He just prayed Danny would hurry up and come back. Tucker was not a leader, he never had been. It was why he always would be found behind Danny as children and teens. He took Valerie's hands and pulled her close, smiling with courage in his young heart. "As long as I have my Lady and Love, I will take the throne in his stead. Valerie?"

The young woman's eyes gleamed as she took in the deeper meaning. Her nod sent Tucker's heart soaring and she spoke gently, as soft as a dove's morning coo. "Nothing official until Danny returns. This needs to be celebrated and announced when the entire family is here. Is that permissible?"

Tucker nodded and his eyes sparkled as he turned toward the left door and the trio walked out onto the balcony, ready to send out news of the new ruling couple who would rule in the stead of the beloved king.

All three of them had the same thought, though none spoke of it.

I hope Danny returns soon.

***Back in Arendale***

Elsa groaned in frustration. Due to her…unexpected visitor…she had canceled her ball, and this had led to many disgruntled royal families, which called for feathers to be smoothed and apologies and promises of expenses paid to be put in order. She sighed again and then noticed a chill come into the room, and glancing up saw Danny in full out royal attire standing there, a large silver plate in his hands. Cocking a brow, she sat up from her slump of aggravation, gifting him a smile.

"What are you doing here, My King?"

His eyes twinkled, and she noticed then that his hair had snow crystals in it, crystals which shook as he strode forward. "Princess Anna stated you had not eaten since this morning was so busy. So I cooked some lunch for us both."

His suit was a creamy white, with a bright blue silk tie fitted properly around his neck. His pans were properly pressed, and soft blue dual lines accompanied the stitches which combined the suit's front and back sides. His shoes were a polished black, and his cape was the one which he had formed last night to the shock of all, a cape going down to mid-thigh and made of pure snow and ice, with the fastening ornament a non-melting crystal like the one he had gifted Elsa with the night prior. His green eyes shone and made the soft colors of his clothing even more entrancing. He knelt gently on one knee and presented her with the meal, and she took it with full grace and style, setting it upon her desk and opening it to reveal a five star meal of delicate finger foods, with small birds set to the side. He smiled and hesitated. "I…I'm not much of a cook. But I made the soup in the middle. It's an old family recipe at my home. The birds were a part of your kingdom. But they look like they will be good."

Elsa threw her head back and laughed at that. As she regained her poise a few moments later, he reached out and his fingers graced her behind the ear, slowly going down and his fingertips finally halting at her jawline. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Elsa's eyes shot wide open, disbelief glimmering in her orbs of iridescent blue, and she started to pull away then paused seemed to think better of it, leaning into his kiss instead, and her hands wandering up to grip his silver-toned hair. Suddenly, his hands were there, supporting the arch her back possessed as their kiss deepened. Right before things got any colder, Danny pulled apart almost tearfully and watched the snowflakes their short burst of love had produced. Both breathless from partial wonder and partially the minute long kiss each had just endured, her hand touched her lips and she stared at him.

"This can't happen again, Danny. It can't."

His smile seemed to break apart, and she could see that his heart followed. She bit her lip and her frosty breath was seen in the air and she used that as an excuse. "It's dangerous. Look at what we created just by this one simple kiss. Full blown love would destroy my kingdom. I can't have that. I'm sorry. Excuse me."

With that, she rushed out of the room, getting to her bedroom and grabbing the bed post to keep her on her feet. Even then. All it did was help her slide down onto her knees with a bit more grace and she let the tears fall. She had never felt this type of emotion before, not any kind of love beside sisterly protection or childhood love to her parents. Something this strong had to be concealed. It couldn't be felt. And she found that perhaps, a little bit of history would have to repeat itself. Raising her head she dried her tears and lifted herself to a standing position. She would not let this new type of love cloud her judgment or impair her. He would go home soon, at least she hoped so. And then he would soon be forgotten. The only thing she would have to remember him by was a crystal and the fact that that had been her first kiss.

A/N: I personally have problems believing that Elsa is mentally in control all the blasted time due to her life of being in, at least for the most part, solitary confinement. Anything truly new would be…well…scary and/or disastrous. So she would shy away from it. That's my view on it. Danny centered next chapter I think. And chances are there won't be anything from me for the rest of the week. I'm in the middle of moving and some problems have come up. I apologize for that. I'm also trying my hardest to enroll myself in nighttime courses and find a part time job. Financially not at my best right now and so yeah. But Saturday I should have it posted. I'll work on this at night but won't have much time but I wwill try.