Hey guys I'm back! Again, my dork of a brother has not been in the mood, cut the kid some slack. This is what he has to say, "Hi! I'm the dork and I'd like you to know I love you all and please enjoy this story my sis and I came up with! Hail Helsa!" See, he loves you guys as much as I do! We don't own Frozen, if we did Helsa would so have been Canon! Enjoy!
"Life?", Elsa said confused.
"Yes, it is an amazing gift that he inherited from both his parents", he spoke
"Queen Elsa?" she grasped his hands tightly.
"Do not let this child be succumb to darkness like his father".
The queen nodded and looked at her son with pained eyes. Memories. Of how her powers harmed her sister flooded her mind. No, she would teach him to control it.
"Wait...from his parents?" The Queen questioned.
"Fire and Ice." Was all the old bolder said.
"I will do what I can Grand Pabbie. Ian will learn to control his powers, to embrace them. He won't be shut out." She shifted the now sleeping toddler in her arms before turning back to Kristoff.
"You shall stay here with Anna and take care of Arendelle. I'm going to take Ian somewhere for a while.
"Where?" The ice harvester asked.
"The Southern Isles."
"You're going to what?", her sister said "you can't just up and take him there!" she went one "He's just a child. You didn't learn control your powers until you were crowned queen".
The Snow Queen turned toward her family and with a shard, icy tone she said "I'll be fine, Anna. He'll learn and then I'll return, I promise."
"B-but Elsa! You don't even have a good excuse besides his powers to go to the Southern Isles!"
"Anna, I already thought everything through. The king and queen are expecting to meet their grandson." She answered.
She looked out the window of her study, seeing Kristoff chasing around a giggling Ian, Olaf and Sven not far behind.
"Why couldn't that have been you, Hans?" She thought.
Ian started started to squirm in her arms and Elsa cracked a small smile.
"This child will bring joy all throughout the land one day." she thought.
The future King of Arendelle. Ian Westergard.
"Ian. Ian wake up, sweetie", Queen Elsa gently rubbed her son's arm. He opened his eyes and let out a yawn "Are we there yet, mommy?" Elsa smiled and thought "Mommy. Such a simple word could warm my heart."
"Almost sweetheart." She said warmly. The toddler reached up, tiny hands forming into fists and unclenching. He wanted to be picked up. Elsa wrapped her arms around him, placing her chin on his auburn locks.
"Will I get to eat soon, mommy?" he wrapped his arms around her neck "My tummy is talking". She smiled and kissed him on the cheek.
"My Queen?" Elsa turned her attention to the coachman.
"We have arrived" he continued. Elsa let out a breath "Lets go meet your grandparents"
The prince nuzzled his head into his mother's shoulder as the coachman opened the carriage door for them.
She stepped out of the carriage with Ian trailing behind her. They were greeted by a gray haired couple with a crown on both of their heads.
"Welcome, Queen Elsa and Prince Ian. These are the Southern Isles."
The young prince gripped the blue silk of his mother's cape, emerald eyes looking at the older couple. Suddenly a giggle was heard.
"Ian! Elsa! Wait for me!"
"Olaf!" Ian giggled and greeted the snowman with a hug.
"Mommy! Olaf wants us to make it snow here!" Elsa smiled and turned her attention back to the king and queen. She curtsied and began to walk toward them.
"I want to see Hans' room" Elsa spoke. The queen and king looked puzzled and asked, "Why?"
"I would like for my son to see where his father grew up." She answered simply.
"His father?" The king and queen asked in unison. Ian ran back to his mother's side as the king approached him.
"You look just like him..."
Well, there you have it guys! Lets us know what you think! Loves yous, till next time! Love, these dorky siblings.
