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Guest: Oh? Maybe it has happened, just not on-screen.
Al Drin Hoshizora: Of course I'm responding to reviews. I'm doing it now.
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Korrasami 88: No offense, but can you stop leaving reviews like that. It may not be your intention, but they come across as you simply not having much to say. You've wrote nearly identical reviews in the past.
Antha1: They visited her, this is just the one that mattered the most. Also, Elsa reduces fevers? Haven't you seen Frozen Fever?
A few days later, Elsa was in preparations to deliver a message to a neighboring kingdom on managing their trade regulations when Princess Thaw came to visit her.
"Auntie Elsa?" Thaw said to her, her voice timorous and doubtful, in stark contrast to how she usually sounded.
"Not now, Princess Thaw," Elsa said to her, her eyes still on the note she was trying to write. She wanted her note to be perfect; there couldn't be any flaws, lest she disappoint the lord of the neighboring kingdom.
Thaw took a step backwards. "I just want you to know I don't blame you for my fever," She said, her voice just barely above a whisper.
Elsa blinked once, and she looked away from her note and towards her niece. Her eyes were dull, with no expression in them at all.
"Very well, Princess Thaw," She said after a cold silence, her nails biting into the table. "Now, I have important matters to attend to at the moment. Grownup stuff, you know. Go play with Ander for now."
"But Auntie Elsa, I know about what you and mommy were-" Thaw started, but Elsa cut her off with a wave of her arm.
"Do as I say, Princess Thaw," Elsa demanded. There was no anger in her voice, only sternness.
Thaw wanted to say something, but it was no use. She was in no position to argue with Queen Elsa. She did the best curtsy she could manage towards the Queen, and then turned and left the room.
Four Years Later
A group of ice harvesters gathered together atop a frozen lake. The sound of ice breaking echoed through the cold, winter air as the harvesters plunged their large, silver saws into the ice.
Born of cold and winter air and mountain rain combining
This ice force both foul and fair has a frozen heart worth mining
So cut through the heart, cold and clear
Strike for love, and strike for fear
See the beauty, sharp and sheer
Split the ice apart!
And break the frozen-
"Hey, do we always have to sing this song?"
The ice harvesters all abruptly stopped mining, and all heads turned down to the young blonde girl with the ice gaff in her tiny hands. The girl immediately shrunk down when she saw everyone looking at her with annoyed glances.
The girl's father walked up to her, an exasperated look on his face.
"Princess Thaw," Kristoff chastised, slinging his ice gaff over his shoulders. "What did we say about interrupting the miners while they were singing?"
"Sorry," Princess Thaw said, looking at the ice lake, embarrassed. "It's just, we sing this same song every year, and I wonder if we could ever change the lyrics or-"
"Come on, it's tradition," Kristoff replied. Turning to the men, he said, "You guys keep singing."
The harvesters stared at Kristoff and his daughter, then they all shrugged and continued mining for ice.
And break the frozen heart!
Hyup! Ho! Watch your step! Let it go! Hyup! Ho! Watch your step! Let it go!
Princess Thaw was eight years old now, the same age Kristoff had been when he was adopted by the trolls. Some would say she now looked like the spitting image of her father as a child.
The moment she was old enough, Thaw had willingly taken part in Kristoff's ice harvesting job, especially since he was Arendells'e official Ice Master and Deliverer. Whether anyone disagreed or not, they didn't say it aloud.
Kristoff watched as Thaw loaded a large block of ice onto a sled ridden by Ander. He couldn't believe the way she effortlessly carried the heavy blocks over her head, even the ones just as big as she was.
Christian, one of the ice harvesters, strode up to Kristoff, a smirk on his face.
"She's a better ice harvester than you at that age," He said, nudging Kristoff playfully.
Kristoff's eyes widened as he flash backed to when he tried out at ice harvesting as a child.
"Oh, rack off, will you!" He said, shoving Christian away. The ice harvesters all let out hearty laughter at the Ice Master's plight.
Thaw pretended not to notice. An ice harvester slid a block of ice to her, and she loaded it onto the sled.
"Hey, Ander, do you think I'll be Ice Master and Deliverer one day?" She asked her reindeer companion.
The young reindeer snorted. "'Not if Auntie Elsa has anything to say about that'," Thaw said in Ander's voice.
"Auntie Elsa doesn't care what I do," Thaw said bitterly, loading another block of ice on the sled.
"'Being Ice Master is un-princessy, and Auntie Elsa wouldn't approve'," She said in Ander's voice. She was distracted when a block of ice slid across the lake and struck her leg.
"Ow!" She said, hopping on one foot for a few seconds. Ander neighed in amusement.
Thaw regained balance, and glared at Ander. "Why you little-" She then tackled the reindeer to the ground, and the two started wrestling on the frozen ice.
The ice harvesters all threw back their heads and laughed at the amusing sight before them. Kristoff, on the other hand, face palmed.
Where was Anna when he needed her?
Far off from the kingdom of Arendelle lay the sovereign duchy of Weselton. It had been nine years since Arendelle had severed all contact with the duchy after the disastrous events of the Great Thaw.
The Duke of Weselton was now very old. One day, he had tripped and broken his hip after his attempts at dancing to impress a queen from another kingdom. Now, he walked with a hobble, a cane in hand to keep him steady.
The Duke limped to the window, and stared off at the deep blue ocean that lay ahead. In the direction was that blasted Arendelle, home to the wicked sorceress. Why the kingdom had accepted that... monster was beyond his comprehension, and he now wished to have nothing more to do with the blasted kingdom, and all it entailed.
As the Duke stared at the ocean, he noticed a large, brown ship passing by the docks of Weselton. It intrigued him. No ship would ever come so close to Weselton, unless they were transporting something.
He could just barely make out a cloaked figure leave the ship and enter the docks. With his deteriorating eyesight, he couldn't quite make out who it was.
The ship immediately set sail. As it passed by, the Duke noticed that, engraved on the side of the ship, was the symbol of the phoenix bird.
The Duke's eyes widened in horror. It couldn't be happening.
It was here.
Before the Duke could open his mouth to call for the guards, the sun's lights blazed over the duchy, blinding the Duke. As he shielded his eyes, he saw a large figure swoop down the sun, as if a piece of the sun itself was soaring towards the earth to burn it.
The form took shape, and the Duke saw as it morphed into a giant, golden bird, its wings made of fire.
The Phoenix.
The giant fire bird swooped over the terrified masses as it opened its large beak. A ball of fire was ejected from its beak and smashed into a large building, setting it aflame. Scores of civilians were sent flying by the blast.
Civilians screamed and ran for cover as the fire bird spun around and soared back towards the kingdom. It let out another screech, followed by another blast of fire setting a section of the kingdom aflame.
The Duke watched as, within seconds, his duchy was burnt down. He quickly turned and hobbled to the door to find his emergency exit. His citizens may suffer, but at least he might be able to escape with his life.
He had barely gotten to the door when it swung open, knocking the Duke backwards. His cane clattered to the ground, and the elderly Duke toppled onto his bottom.
Standing before him, the cloaked figure he had seen leave the ship stepped into the room.
"You," The Duke whispered, grabbing his cane and pointing it at the figure, as if he would use it as a weapon. "Get away from me!"
The figure continued walking forward, and the Duke shouted, "Guards! Anyone?"
"There's no need for that," The cloaked figure said, pulling the cloak off to reveal a mask in the shape of a bird. "Your guards will not save you."
"Who. . . what are you?" The Duke asked, crawling away from the masked figure, who continued to follow him.
"I am the Phoenix," The masked figure said. "Your kingdom is mine."
A thought crossed the Duke's mind. "Are you in league with the wicked sorceress from Arendelle?!" He spat out vehemently, grabbing a small cross from his table. He held it out, as if to shield himself.
"No," The Phoenix said, standing over the Duke. "Arendelle is next."
"But it's ruled by a sorceress with powers over ice and snow itself!" The Duke said, continuing to hold the cross. "You can't beat her!"
The Phoenix paused for a moment. The Duke could see, behind the figure's mask, it's glowing yellow eyes glimmer brightly with fire.
"Queen Elsa?" The Phoenix said, looking up from the Duke. "So, she's still in power?" Staring back down at the Duke, the Phoenix said, "Well, no matter. I will take what is rightfully mine."
The Phoenix pointed a finger at the Duke, who held up the cross and shouted, "Mercy!"
"A symbol shall not protect you," The Phoenix said, and the tip of the warlord's fingers glowed with fire.
The Duke saw the fire expand, and he screamed out in horror.
The fire was the last thing he saw.
The Phoenix stared down at the tiny pile of ashes that had once been the Duke. The warlord looked up towards the scorched kingdom, civilians still running for cover even though the fire bird was gone.
Insignificant fools, the Phoenix thought. They're all the same. Weaklings cowed by the sight of true power. Just like every other kingdom I've conquered.
The Phoenix stared up at the sun as a new thought entered the warlord's mind.
"So, Elsa the Snow Queen continues to reign supreme," The Phoenix said. "Could it be there is a power on Earth that rival my own?"
The thought was pushed out of the warlord's mind as quickly as it had entered. After all, how could anyone match the power of the Phoenix?
It didn't matter whether it was ruled by a monarch who held power over ice and snow.
Arendelle would soon belong to the Phoenix.
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