Sorry, it's been a few weeks since the last upload! I've been shattered brain with books, school preparations and college crap! I move back in today! :( That month and half went fast, but I promise that your last chapter will be done in short time. All my free time from homework, thoughts of food and roommate issues and such dealing with second semester of college… That free time will be writing on the second episode, Testin' the Worth of True Love or might change slightly. Predication for next (and final) chapter will be Thursday or Friday in US time zones… I'm not a big international time zone person. Sorry. :'(

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Klaus, many OCs & TALS trilogy © crazywildchild

Today had to the final event of tournament. The final match will be the game changer for everything. Klaus frowned as he looked at himself in the mirror. He had some pants on, but he was completely shirtless. He studied his wounds. His shoulder slice seemed to glow a hellish red as he moved it when he stretched. The cut on his left cheek seem to be a faded mark. What was he going to do now? Prince Charles knew his little secret. Cyrus was Klaus. It was truly a nightmare when he arrived back to his room from Cyrus' rendezvous with her majesty. He hardly noticed the dreadful prince's presence. The fire was lit as it cast shadows everywhere in the room. His chair had a longer shadow as a person stood.

"Hello Cyrus." The voice spoke too familiar.

"Prince Charles, how are you? Couldn't sleep?"

Klaus had taken the mask off so he knew he was going to be found out. The prince turned and faced the Lord of Arendelle. A smirk appeared interested. This was a very bad moment.

"Hello Lord Klaus."

"What are doing in my chambers?" He glared. "Is there something I could help you with?"

"Making peace with your demons."

"My demons? I'm very sure that I'm not the one with the demons."

Prince Charles laughed cruelly and patted Klaus' back. "I'm not the one with the identity crisis."

Klaus hitched his breath. It was frustrating. Klaus had him where he wanted and was holding back his anger. It wasn't very diplomatic to hit someone in the face, but the lord was about to make the exception especially for any of the power hungry princes of the Southern Isles. The prince laughed as he walked towards the door. His auburn hair burnt a hellish burgundy from the flame in the hearth whilst his green eyes gave Klaus a piercing sensation. A warning. Test me I dare you. I'll do worst to you. Someone will die.

Klaus smirked, "As if I'll give her happiness away to someone like you."

"Hopefully, Klaus would show his face tomorrow." The prince looked wildly at him. "I promise you that Cyrus will give up your secret."

"I wouldn't dream of leaving you with that decision."

"Good night, Lord Klaus." Prince Charles opened the door and walked out damningly.

Klaus rolled his eyes as he faced the mirror. What was he doing? It was almost time for the finals. The prince left his room last night with this chill that hadn't yet left him. A knock the door stopped his train of thought. Klaus grabbed a collared shirt that been on the back of a chair. He hastily buttoned it. His name was called. It was the queen. His heart raced. Nothing could've come from this. He sighed softly. He opened the door as Elsa played with her braid, a habit that the sisters shared. It was amusing when Anna did it, but it was simply adorable when the queen performed it. He chuckled. Her blue eyes met his. She blushed and turned slightly looking at nothing particular. Elsa looked back at the Lord of Arendelle. He smiled the smile that could cause her legs trembled.

The queen's icy blue eyes traced the lord's well-concreted face. Those hazel eyes were honestly killing Elsa through promise and strength that no man she knew alive had. His dashing yet wicked smile gave everyone a ghostly amusement and many adventures wherever and whenever. His dark brown hair had struck out every which way. His rosy, fair cheeks gave Elsa's instincts reason to steal many kisses that the queen couldn't bring herself to do. She mentally panicked when she saw there was a small shadowy cut on his cheek. Elsa's heart stopped for a second as her jaw dropped slightly. She reached and gently touched his cheek. He froze.

"Don't worry, Els. It's only a scratch from practicing a bit lazy." He smiled.

Elsa fought a giggle while she smiled knowingly at the lord. Klaus frowned dramatically. The queen felt herself analyzing him seeing if there were more grazes that he would overlook. She blushed imagining what she would've found if she had to undress him forcefully. Stop thinking, Elsa, he might be lying. Maybe he has good purpose. He's so gorgeous. Urgh! A horn blew. The signaling for the finals could've been heard in their neighboring countries. The queen slipped on her dress and fell into the lord's arms. Klaus lost his balance and came crashing down on his injured shoulder. He winced. Elsa looked at his painful expression face. The white cloth turned a deep maroon; the queen didn't hesitant to rip the shirt's sleeve. She sat on her knees to nurse her love's rapidly opening wound. Her pale palms became a sea of crimson as she wrapped another dressing around his shoulder. Klaus' face subsided to calm when she placed a cool hand on the wrap. He smiled thankfully. Elsa kissed his cheek. The queen rose to her feet and walked to the basin in the lord's room. She washed the blood off. Klaus rose and trembled over to the settee. Elsa was afraid to ask about his shoulder. It was honestly hard to believe his white lies again. Confusion shadowed her thoughts. Why would he lie to her of all people? What was he hiding? Did Anna know anything? Elsa felt that pit in her stomach again. Of course, Anna always knew everything about what Klaus was feeling, what happened to him and some private matters. Klaus had trusted her through Elsa's isolated years. This jealousy would've driven the queen into utter madness.

"Klaus, are you okay?" Elsa asked gently.

Klaus looked over his shoulder and smiled sincerely, "I'm good. I'll see you at the grounds, your majesty."

Elsa smiled softly walking towards the door. Klaus' smile dulled. He wasn't going to like this shoulder. He was so positive it would heal quickly, but he wasn't much in believing in his luck. Cyrus was lucky enough to participate. Klaus walked to his closet and pulled out his disguise. He grinned amusedly. Elsa was going to get a field day of confusion.

The queen couldn't keep her mind on the tournament after her small chat with the Lord of Arendelle. He wasn't much helpful in her dilemma like she expected. Elsa took a breath as Prince Charles stood in front of her royal box. She was thinking she wanted to bury herself for years if she had to marry him. Where was Cyrus? Did he not want to compete anymore? She frowned. Her ears heard footsteps above the queen's box. Prince Charles' expression changed from boastful to annoyance leading to frustration. A dark cloaked stranger flipped off in incredible balance and grace. His outfit was all black even through she believed that would be a painstaking wear in the spring weather. He worked it out fine. She blushed slightly. The queen faced her sister as the princess smiled intentionally. She was teasing her now of all times. The redhead didn't need to speak as her amusing blue eyes spoke. What is wrong, Sis? A Cyrus caught your tongue. The Princess of Arendelle giggled, as her queen's face became a maroon cue in mere seconds.

"Anna!" Elsa muttered.

Anna smiled giggling, "Cyrus!"

Cyrus entered awing everyone. Elsa felt her heart do some laps around her ribcage. The beating echoed to her ears. Why did this one have to be her favored suitor? The queen was uncontrollably at odds to run and kiss the mysterious wanderer. That wouldn't be very ladylike, love. Lady Katrina's voice in her head whispered huffing. Young lady, you're the queen! You should be poise and regal never amused, anger, frustrated nor sigh. Elsa told herself that it had to wait until he won or not. Thinking he would do the same, his hazel eyes glimmered under the hood at her. A smile grew on his face. A genuine honest to good smile was pestered on his lips. Prince Charles frowned grimly. Impatient was about to make him leash out on the native of Arendelle. Elsa smiled inwardly that she knew Cyrus wasn't going down without a fight. A horn blew. It was time. While The Queen of Arendelle stood, the competitors bowed and the crowd stood in anticipation.

"I welcome you to final day of the swordsmanship tournament for my hand. The final competitors have fought brave and just through the rounds." Elsa felt herself remembering what Cyrus told her the night before. Just wasn't something that Prince Charles was. A coward was more likely. "Sir Cyrus. Prince Charles. I will be waiting for my victor." She smiled and briefly winked in Klaus' direction.

He blinked, as he didn't quite catch that. She did! He was breathless.

Klaus was fighting himself to run up and kiss her now. She was so beautiful in her icy dress. It was simply a blue dress before she used her powers to make the dress even more breathtaking. The dress look the exact same as when she become the Snow Queen all those months ago. He told Anna that Elsa was gorgeous then. She agreed that it was a different for the better and joked that his face was a tomato. He rolled his eyes and said her hair was like a tomato that threw up after looking at her smug facial expression. The princess could've killed him before her sister got wind of their heated argument and stopped them before it become utter chaos. Cyrus frowned as he thought about the princess and her methods. A rival fit for a king. That was another thought for another time!

The herald blew his horn again. Kai guided the cloaked lord and the deadly, dreadful prince to the center of the arena. The crowd was buzzing with signs, shouting for either Cyrus or Charles, and ladies squealing for their beloved companion of Arendelle. Klaus laughed nervously. They were going to be having a better field day than Elsa when they find out it really was him all the time. They were going to die. Kai told the two competitors to have a good clean fight. Klaus forced himself not to roll his eyes, but Prince Charles merely did. Klaus struck his hand out as if wanting no bad blood between them even if that was much a lie. The prince didn't budge but Klaus didn't much care.

"En guard, prêt, allez!"

Kai moved out of the way quickly. Klaus admitted that he could run when he needed. So many memories flew in his mind, but were interrupted by the shallow, sorrow prince he have ever met stood proclaiming something.

"This is the last day of your life, my kind sir." Prince Charles smiled grimly.

Klaus laughed, "This is your last day in Arendelle."

Klaus felt the same anger from the night before. It wanted control but he wasn't going to let Prince Charles get the satisfaction. He would only get no satisfaction in the end when Klaus had him ship back to his country in chains. He smirked. Maybe send him back in some ice chains? The Lord of Arendelle wasn't paying much attention until the horn carried its tone within the capacity around the arena. He was Cyrus and needed to think on his feet not his princely issues. Cyrus performed a leap aside as his left hand unhooked his sword's strap. It made hesitate him as he leaped. Now, Cyrus was out of plans as the Prince of the Southern Isles stepped in his way to receive his weapon.

"If you don't show yourself, dear Cyrus," Prince Charles paused, "your precious ruler will die!"

He sighed dramatically. How much hatred did Charles have for him? What did he ever do to him? Prince Ferdinand had this firepower, which Charles was more welcoming to see when the two were fighting in the first round. The prince was giving Klaus a chance to join in his little sham, but he didn't want to give Elsa another reason to kill him brutally. Prince Auguste was feared adversary. He had fun in his endeavors and trying to kill Klaus too. Why did so much people have it out for him? At least he wasn't the only one who they were after like Mr. Cranky Pants Count. Count Wagner had a lot of anger issues even Klaus was positive that the princess' issues were normal. He might've had the intentions to kill Vincent, but he didn't want to go against the prince's orders in the staging.

"I'll give you the chance, milord." Charles smiled. "Show them or she will die."

"I think she'll handle herself. Trust me, I've seen her angry." Klaus rolled his shrouded eyes.

The supposed princely character chuckled amusingly. "So be it."

He snapped. Klaus froze. He wasn't expecting him to keep that promise presently. Cyrus stood as he grabbed his hood. He swallowed regretting it. Klaus faced the queen's box revealed. He met her teary eyes. You're a fool, Klaus. Why did you have to be such a fool? Those eyes spoke harshly. His shoulders dropped as his knees collapsed. Gasping, shouting and gossip spread in the mass like a honeybee swarm. He was on his knees waiting for her judgment as the lord looked back to the queen who was in utter shock. Her poise, collected persona had received a well deserve vacation to paradise or Klaus was guessing her worst nightmare.

"Get up, Lord Klaus!" "Win this thing!" "Klaus, go for it." "Stop this menace!" "For Arendelle's rule!"

Klaus stood and faced the prince sobbing.

"Stop your dreadful crying, milord. It's not very manly, I'll say." Charles smirked. "I wasn't going to kill her, you know."

"I know since you like your filthy hands clean." The lord barked. "I'll give you a damn show! I need my weapon."

The prince picked up the heavy sword and grimaced. The lord smirked as his sword wasn't a normal long sword since he had specialized in using very heavy swords in his practice of swordsmanship on the king's orders. He whined every time he had to do his training. The sisters' father gave him encouragement to learn many swords like the one he gave him when he became a man. It was a gift and something that Klaus dearly treasured. It was also a birthday present from the late King and Queen of Arendelle. Klaus smiled at the memory of having the concealed princess celebrate with them for that day. That was one of the moments he cherished having her by his side for once in a long while as he blew out the candles on the cake and receiving a modest kiss on the cheek from her. Two scores in one night. Through the younger princess laughed and bothered him to no end the next day on the matter. It was flawless night much like her skin. Klaus blushed madly. He couldn't picture anything except for Charles' defeat this growing instant.

The lord's smile faded when the prince threw his blade at him. He caught the sheathed weapon in his left hand effortlessly. Prince Charles huffed. That's very amusing, the lord thought. As the lord removed the blade from its significant other, he saw the sun gleam upon it. It shined vividly. He had the domination to succeed in his wild card endeavor. Maybe the lord did have a guardian angel in heaven, but he knew it was a bit far fetch even for him. Tightening and switching his grip on its hilt, Klaus looked deadlier than anytime before. He thought he saw the Prince of the Southern Isles froze for a brief moment.

Anna felt that Klaus had this giant grin on his face as he had faced away from them. He was only toying him now. Using his right arm until it gave way only if Prince Charles knew. Prince Charles' face was absolutely priceless from fear to an anger grimace. He had more mood swings than she did. Maybe he was pregnant! She wasn't! She knew that much. Anna snorted blushing and looked around if any heard.

Elsa looked towards her sister. What is she so giggly about? Two men fighting over her hand was funny to her. Even if Klaus was Cyrus, how could that be any funnier? Elsa felt her heart breaking a bit. Klaus was really Cyrus. She admitted her secrets to her love. She sighed while her persona was away. Someone placed a hand on her shoulder. The queen turned to meet Lady Katrina. She was like another mother to the sisters even if her heart sunk thinking that.

"Please relax, dear." Her voice was heavenly. "Klaus has a plan for you to be happy and you will. I believe his word, honey. Do you?"

Did she believe Klaus words? My wild card is that Elsa can choose whoever she truly loves to be her future king...True love is the most powerful weapon anyone could have. Love will thaw. He does have feelings for her highness. Elsa felt her heart wanting to burst out and tackled the lord in kisses. A blush brushed against the bridge of her nose. How could he do this to her? Worry flushed on her face. Anna clutched her hand. Elsa's icy blues were very teary. The younger sister smiled knowingly again. He is doing what he believes. True love! Elsa grasped her sister's hand lovingly as her eyes flashed a thank you. Anna nodded. The princess hadn't let go of her dear sister's hand.

The two royals looked towards the white knight they grew fond of. He had a bit of indecision in his eyes. His shoulder. Elsa gasped. The Princess of Arendelle covered her face, as she was afraid to look at the slicing and the dicing of her honest to good, knuckleheaded friend. Anna knew she couldn't help but look through her thin fingers. Klaus was merely laid on the ground panting. Princes Charles was moaning and groaning about whatever the lord had done to make him that. Anna, it's always good to psych out your opponent and jab him in the gut if needed. That really should help, but can end badly! His voice rang in her ears. The Lord of Arendelle had taken a risky sucker punch to the eighth Prince of the Southern Isles.

Klaus was trying hard to get the prince off of his right arm. It was working after awhile but Prince Charles was still going after his right side. He sighed. Why did it have to him? What did he do to this freak show? He had to get this far for some wild card that he thought would be prefect for his lovely queen. The heavily breathing prince swung again and missed as Klaus rolled on his good shoulder using the ground as a buffer. He stopped rolling and looked to the sky. It was so blue! The clouds were passing by without a care. He wished being an Ambassador and the Lord of Arendelle would be a breeze. His father trained him to the royal advisor to the heir. He knew three languages fluently and only starting on Russian. The lord knew about five different martial arts and had swordsmanship. His speech was above his age. This tournament drove him up the wall to catch the queen.

What a nightmare?

Prince Charles was fine gentleman when you give him the light of day. Auburn hair grew those significant sideburns. Nasty! A devilish smile harshly placed. Those all-knowing green eyes following and judging you by every move you make. Only three brothers in the Southern Isles had grown to know Klaus very well. They weren't much like this hunger power maniac in front of him. None of them wanted power or a throne. They also didn't mind about his 'no formalities' policy. It was difficult to be insulted how noble you were by knowing your bloodline. His mother was a daughter of a shoemaker. His father might've been a knight in the king's court, but he hadn't loved his mother for nothing in the sort of bearing an heir for his name. It was true love! Klaus hadn't a problem with his heritage as it made him even more observant about people's parentage and knew judging people wouldn't solve the worst problems of separation, loss, and fearfulness.

He knew that much from his father and his journeys. No one was an animal until proved otherwise was what his father would preach. Klaus was a higher learning child when he was younger, but a bit judgmental towards a feisty, determined spitfire princess. It was poly that either knew about. If anyone had visited the castle in Arendelle, then they probably would comment on how Lord Klaus and young Princess Anna had been barbarians towards each other. The late queen would give them a look only used in those direr incidences. The two playmates would've stopped whatever they were fighting, teasing, or playing about at that moment. They would put their attention on the rulers as the queen scolded them in her queenly voice, they dubbed it, and they would met whatever brat that came with their parents. Klaus would smiled his famous falsely smile and Anna wouldn't even met eyes blushing not that she liked any of them but too embarrassed to say anything. The young lord would eventually lose his posture and become his fun-loving, adventurous, and wild persona. The labeled brat would agree to disagree but the princess never questioned Klaus' persuasion, as it never stirred him wrong.

Anna laughed uncontrollably. Elsa and Lady Katrina had turned briefly toward the princess in question. What was she laughing about now? Lady Katrina rose from her seat gracefully even a dove would be dishonored. Kristoff was a bit confused but he knew for months how scary the Lady of Arendelle was. He felt a bit sorry for Anna and Klaus when they cause her light brown eyes glare through anyone. Kristoff was more surprised that either of them could take it. It was merely frightening watching his feisty pants and her somewhat out there brother. The dirty blond looked towards the panting lord as he gotten back onto his feet. While the prince stood his ground, Klaus already seem to have a plan. What did the princess see that Kristoff couldn't? It had to something she had taken on while being his playmate for this long.

The angry beast tried to ram the quick leaping lord. Klaus ended on his badly injured shoulder. All his loved ones, Kristoff, Prince Zander and many dead hard fans hitched their breaths by gasping, panicking and ultimately faintly. The prince smirked evilly as his eyes burnt heartlessly. Klaus hardly needed to hide his grimace as he searched for his sword by touch. His eyes hadn't left the prince's dreadful, power hungry glossy eyes. Anna saw her sister, the queen, shifting in her seat nervously. Her true love was injured. Her heart didn't stop beating panicky as she saw the one that she only dreamed of having a future with. Lord Klaus of Arendelle. She sighed. He had to pull this ploy over her eyes believing was truly seeing. All she has been seeing and thinking about was KLAUS! When she was with Cyrus, she was with KLAUS... If Elsa had to put her love in the dungeons, wait, they were rebuilt, yes they were. She nodded smirking slightly. Anna looked a bit distort while she watched her sister and childhood proclaimed brother. They were somewhat perfect each other. Elsa was the poised, collected and regaled royal of yin as Klaus was mischievous, eccentric and the thought man of yang.

The prince thought taking Klaus' right arm out of play. It was a merely genius endeavor yet a rookie mistake. Charles didn't know Klaus' ploy yet. It would give the eighth prince a coronary. Here the lord was on the beaten, sliced and almost impaled too many times even for comfort. The Lord of Arendelle might've been too sarcastic and determination for his own good. Anna told him once, You're too prefect, Klaus. Three languages. He had been taught numerous martial techniques. Mastering the sword in two years. You're a genius. Anna's voice was in his head again. This is why he loved the optimistic princess' heart was unprejudiced towards strangers, whereas her judgment wasn't there anytime.

Klaus might've thinking that Anna optimism, but his heart was roaring about how much he wanted to get his wild card played. He didn't want to look at the queen's box one more time since the queen might've been building her rage. She would have done like a predator pouncing on its prey. Klaus shuttered slightly as he was the prey. He laughed uneasily. Maybe thinking was a bad idea… literally too. He sighed again. He needed his head, but it didn't seem to agree. If he got out of this, then he would probably never agree to anything that he thought again.

Klaus wanted to use his ace. It wasn't much he could admit. Being left-handed didn't come with any pecks, but knowing that he was had to be one good ace. He should stop dancing this princely bastard. He was on the defensive. Blocking, dodging and insulting every attack the prince threw. Sideswipe. Thrust. Good show. Slashed shaky and warily. Sidestep and almost disarmed. I've seen the princess with better technique. Klaus laughed heartily as that was true he had seen the princess take a dozen knights with a blade and unpredictably won. Time to play his only ace in the deck. He took a quick view of the queen's box. Elsa was shivering watching him fight this phony prince. Anna was between encouraging yet frightened for him and trying to calm her sister down. His mother was giving the queen a bit of her woman intuition. Kristoff was about to fall off his seat, but Klaus could expect that since he only become acquainted the Arendelle's Ice Master and Deliverer. He had known Kristoff for months now, but never had any conversation verbally only meeting eyes. Anna had them both at her beckon call. The two advisors who had told him that it was unwise (or it was a fool's errand) choice to join this tournament. The queen marrying someone she truly did love was a fool's errand. He was positive it was worth it to be the fool. The wise old advisor flattened his braid slightly and nodded. The only advisor who had been late king's chief advisor beside his father had given this dubbed fool's errand. He was positive that this was something he needed to do.

Klaus threw his sword to his left side and Charles stopped. He raised an eyebrow as in what is happening. Nothing could come out of this. It was sure that the lord gave up on the ploy. Prince Charles was confused, which Klaus took advantage of that. He knocked the prince's sword out of his hands with one swipe of the blade. The lord quickly kicked it away and pointed his blade to his neck.

"Are you going to kill me, Lord Klaus?" The auburn haired prince asked.

Klaus smirked, "No, you don't deserve a painless death."

Klaus dropped his sword to his side as he gestured for the disarmed prince to get his weapon. His angry increased as his heart almost burst. Klaus laughed, "I was never a right-handed person."

The lord's sword was made for an ambidextrous person much like himself. He was always like this ever since he could remember. Nothing had to be easy for anyone especially this prince. Hans. That was the name that burnt in his brain when he tried to kill both of the sisters. He almost had his throne. Klaus wouldn't have let him since the late king had written somewhere and declared if either of his daughters couldn't take the throne, then Klaus would have the throne. Klaus wasn't going to let any of them die because of that. He didn't want to be the King of Arendelle as much as he wanted to be a lord.

The prince smirked as he took a shot at the distracted character. Klaus almost was impaled. He stumbled backwards. It was truly strange being on the receiving end. Klaus needed to relax before his next move. The lord felt something light on his head. He looked to the sky. The transparent clouds was about as dark as the prince's soul. Rain was presenting itself. Everyone headed to home while the royal family, the Ice Master and Deliver, Lady Katrina, Prince Zander and the royal advisors held their breaths watching them duel. Klaus was honestly winning as well as Prince Charles couldn't give in. The lord's dark brown hair was silky as each raindrop gathered on his head. They slid down and dropped to the ground. His hazel eyes looked calculated, determined and amused. His left arm was quicker than his right. Slash. Block. Thrust. Sidestep. Joist. The prince's eyes glowed as his plan came clear. Before the lord could blink, a sharp pain aroused within his stomach. Charles' blade went through Klaus' buttery skin. He pulled it out rapidly and a maroon substance was on the blade. Blood. Elsa thought. Klaus' blood. My love's blood. This had to the worst sight ever. Klaus was frozen, but his eyes were exploring every exit. It wasn't enough.

"I told you." The smirk grew into an evil grin. "Someone would've die."

Klaus spat some mixture of spit and blood at the prince. His vision had become a bit blurry. Some guards came to attack the prince and bring him to the dungeons without hearing any orders from the queen. Elsa ran towards him with his mother, her sister, Kristoff, Zander and others in pursuit. The queen dropped to her knees to catch the bleeding lord. The platinum blond held his amused face. Their foreheads met. Hot and cold touched. His usual brighten hazel eyes dulled. Life is too short.

"Elsa?" Klaus stated weakly.

"Shush," Elsa smiled sadly as she rubbed his cheek lovingly. "Don't move, or you'll make it worst."

He laughed lightly. Elsa looked his wound over and thought that ice might do some effort in stopping the blood and help the pain. A thin layer of ice covered the wound. Elsa leaned and kissed her love on the lips calmly. His smile appeared healthily. Klaus' eyes closed slowly as the world around him begun its way to the darkness. A soft sniffle echoed in his ears. All Klaus could think was how much trouble that he would be in. He didn't realize that this might be a bit too late.

What has just happened? NO KLAUS CAN'T BE DEAD! Wait, nevermind! Kelsius is happening people! :D Thanks Olaf for the OTP name… What's next for the OTP found out in the next chapter, No Frozen Prison is Forever.

crazywildchild xD