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This is the longest chapter yet! Twelve thousand words, twenty one pages! I hope you like it!
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Chapter 8
He felt hot, and stiff, and very, very uncomfortable. Between the cape and his vest...Like a prized yak. And to these southerners, he probably looked like one too. Not that they would be able to tell the difference. And he was nervous and uncertain. He should be used to this by now. But being in front of all these...Strangers. It magnified his unease. He reached up and tugged at his tunic. This one was more formal than the one he usually wore, in that it had an actual collar. It irritated as it scratched at his neck. Speaking of irritating…
Astrids' hands went up underneath the cloak, smoothing the fabric. The feel of her hands was soothing, but it was irritating to him that she was doing this. Dressing him...Like a little servant...He had protested, but Heather had insisted. He needed to look his best. Why she chose Astrid for this task was beyond him. He was sure there was something more important she could be doing. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Astrid turned away back towards his trunk. She pulled out the ceremonial belt. She was smiling as she looked upon it. After figuring which side went up, her eyes met his.
"Raise your arms." It didn't exactly sound like a demand, and if he didn't know better, he could swear she was enjoying how uncomfortable this made him. He complied, looking towards the ceiling to distract himself. She was more beautiful tonight than he'd seen her in a long time. She had ditched her usual leggings and skirt for a full-on dress. The bottom was simple enough. There was a light blue shimmering fabric covered by a darker blue, lighter material. The upper part seemed to be Arendellian in nature. With a panel of the same light blue front and back, and slightly darker blue sides. There was also some sort of puffy, something going on over her shoulders.
Her head bumped his chest as she wrapped the belt around him. She tightened it, then clasped it securely, making sure the tail hung just so. She took a half step back, then back in. Her hands went to his shoulders, smoothing the fabric down. She would pinch and tug at it here and there, before finally grabbing the hem of his tunic, giving it a firm tug as well.
She took two steps back, her eyes roving over him from head to toe. After a couple of circuits her eyes met his. She smiled that gentle smile he always adored.
"There you are! A fitting representative of the Barbaric Archipelago!" He couldn't help the eye roll.
"Thank you! Can I go take a nap now?" She giggled.
"Fear not, Your Highness! For the night has only just begun!" She gave a deep cheeky bow. He huffed.
"Thank you, your Ladyship, but that doesn't help at all." She snickered and smiled. Biting her lip slightly, she stepped in, adjusting his belt and cloak. She looked at him through her bangs.
"Oh, come on, Hiccup! It's not that bad. Look, you talk to the foreigners tonight, talk to them some more tomorrow, then we can leave!" He would like to believe that, but…
Oh, sure! Unless something else pops up. Or Queen Elsa decides she doesn't want us to leave." Astrid frowned. A stormy look flashed in her eyes.
"Hiccup...Why would she do that?" He wasn't exactly sure. He just felt...Something was on the horizon. Ever since the meeting ended, he had a strange urge to return home. Sure, he'd had that feeling since they left, but now it was stronger. But there was to be another meeting tomorrow. They needed a better sense of the political situation down here. Who they night trust. Who might be swayed to come to the enemies' side. He had a good idea already. Maybe tonight, there would be opportunities...Heather and Pali had also mentioned the idea of trade agreements being brought up. But he wasn't...Not when they were trying to keep them out. It didn't make any sense.
Just a day or two…Maybe three, then they could go home. No more sneaking around. He was already on Toothless' bad side. The dragon had become increasingly grumpy. He cringed at the idea of all the fishing he was going to have to do to make up. Yes, just a few more days...Deal with this unfinished business…Speaking of which…Astrid...He needed to talk to her. It was going to be uncomfortable, and possibly painful. He drew in a breath to steady himself.
"Astrid? We, we need to talk." He looked down at his feet. How...how was he going to start? He looked up to see her doing the same. Her hand came up. She looked pleadingly into his eyes.
"Hiccup? Not...Not tonight, not...not now, OK?" Her eyes darted to the side for a second, then back to his. "Let's...Let's just, enjoy tonight. There were a lot of people putting in a lot of effort into this. Let's just enjoy ourselves, OK?" Yes, he could see her point, but…
"Astrid? I've been wanting to talk for a while. But you..." That reminded him. "Just…What...Have you been doing since we've gotten here? I've wanted to speak to you, but you're never around." Her eyes widened, then she looked away.
"I...Just talking with Anna, the Princess...Mostly. Alvin, Cami and I had a meeting with the general and the admiral. He gave us a tour of one of their ships…We talked about some of the battles we were in. Anna and I have spoken about life back home in the archipelago. What it was like being a Viking and all. We talked about our ancestors...We think there may be some connections there but..." Astrid turned to face him again, but looked away, then back.
"You, you're right...There hasn't been a lot of time to talk, but...Hiccup? Not now...You, and Elsa...You..." She looked away, grimacing. He personally didn't really see a point but...Astrid seemed to find her footing. She turned to him and stepped up. She took his hands in hers.
"You and Elsa should talk too. You..." She looked away slightly then back. She opened her mouth just as someone came through the door. Heather strode up to him with Cami in tow. She seemed to take no notice of what was going on. Astrid quickly released his hands and stepped away. Heather looked very elegant. He blinked to make sure his eyes were working properly. She was wearing a shimmering green dress with yellow highlights. Her shoulders were bare in Arendellian fashion. She wore a necklace he recognized as a birthday present he had given her. Cami was...Well, she wasn't armored at least. And not armed to the teeth as she usually was. But if he knew her, she probably had a few blades hidden...In places not normally brought up in polite conversation.
"So! Are we ready?" Heather asked. He rolled his eyes, then his shoulders. Heather looked him up and down quickly, then turned to Astrid.
"Astrid? Would you go down and make sure everything is ready?" She asked sweetly. Astrid nodded. She bit her lip slightly as she looked at him. She then turned and made for the door. He watched her go. He had really wanted to talk, to get her feelings on...What she thought...He should do...He was diverted to the present goings-on by Heathers' hands smoothing his tunic and cloak. It annoyed him to no end. She brushed his shoulder and took a step back.
"Now remember...You're to be the Queens' escort tonight. I want you to stick to her like tree sap!" What?! Why...Who...He didn't like that idea.
"Wh, why me? I'm sure there's more than enough people here to keep her busy!" He didn't understand. Heather narrowed her eyes. If she had it, she would probably be fingering her axe right now.
"Because it's proper Hiccup! You and her are the highest ranking people here! It's only natural that you two be together for the night." He still didn't see the point in all this. They were leaving in a few days...What difference would it make? He looked out the door, wishing Astrid would come back. Eivindr and Pali were out in the hallway waiting patiently. All dressed up in their very best. His attention was brought back to Heather, who was apparently trying to say something.
"Hiccup!" She looked at him seriously. More serious than she'd had in a while. She relaxed just a fraction.
"Did you, -have you spoken to Astrid?" He shook his head absently, looking down at his feet. An exasperated sigh escaped her. It made him angry.
"Heather! It's not like...I've barely seen her since we got here! I, you...You're the one dragging me here and there, across the countryside even. Talking to this person, or that. I've seen more of you and Cami more than I've seen her! And tonight, just now, she...She said she...She didn't want to ruin anything." She was looking out for him...Them, he realized. He looked out the door again. He then realized too, that she had been about to say something. He wasn't exactly sure what...But he couldn't help but feel a little better about being interrupted for once.
Another sigh left her. He turned back. Heathers' eyes were closed tightly. She was pinching the bridge of her nose. She then released it, grabbing her chin in thought, looking askance for many moments. Her hands then dropped to her sides. She looked at him seriously once more.
"Hiccup? -If the Queen should make you an offer, you should take it." What? Just like that!? He shook his head, but before any words could come out of his mouth…
"Hiccup! This would be a good thing for all of us. Some ties with the south...A very influential country...And, Hiccup...She is interested, I can tell." He knew this. It was fairly obvious. -And he didn't dislike Elsa...But the idea made him angry. He was able to keep it in check by the slimmest of margins.
"Heather...NO! I mean, how...What...In what...Possible way could this be a good thing? Sure, influence could be good. And the ties, and trade and such...But this...This would only bring more of the people to us. You know? The people we're trying to keep out? For the sake of, you know..." He looked out in the hallway, lowering his voice. "The dragons?" They had discussed this to no end. He continued.
"-And besides, Astrid..." He had to stop there. After all, she and he…She...Heather tilted her head up and looked at him as though she was looking down upon him.
"Astrid what?" She asked. He, he really couldn't answer.
"Astrid What, Hiccup?" She asked again more forcefully. He looked at his feet, trying to come up with something, but only drew a blank.
"Astrid nothing, Hiccup! I, we think you've played around long enough! I love Astrid to death, but we have an opportunity here. An opportunity we should take. Astrid knows this as well. She'll understand." He still couldn't see it, even if Elsa was interested...It didn't matter. He was angry, but he didn't know if it was her, or the fact that she was...after all, -right. He opened his mouth…
"Hiccup! She's smart, she's savvy...And very beautiful! How many matches do you think are out there, Hiccup? Hmmm? How many good-looking, influential Queens are out there? You two are at least compatible, and you seem very comfortable together." Very good points, but still…
"Heather! How...How would this work? I mean, With the dragons...And, -and we're all the way up north, and she's down here. Do we see each other once a year? Try to make some babies and leave? What happens there?" He didn't, couldn't...Heather shrugged and shook her head.
"We can work out the details later. But Hiccup, you're out of time. I'm sure the council would agree..." So, she was taking the matter out of his, -their hands. Well, fine! He scowled at her, frustrated beyond all measure. He was only met by a cocked eyebrow. She was daring him to say something. Which he really wanted too, but now was not the time for that either. If he lost his temper now, there would be a very small chance he wouldn't be able to enjoy this evening. Not that there was a chance to begin with, but still…
"We'll discuss this later." He told her. She opened her mouth, but he turned and made for the door, cutting off any argument she may have started. He noticed Alvin was waiting too. He nearly bowled over someone he recognized as a staff member. The man gave his apologies, but he only motioned for him to lead them to the dining hall. He was fuming inside. Not taking his eyes off the floor. He really should watch. He'd been here almost a week, and still couldn't find his way around.
He pondered a bit as he walked. He could of course sabotage this thing. He really didn't want to. He didn't...Not like Elsa after all. She was smart, funny. The fact that she was beautiful was icing on the cake. But there was still something about her. Something he still hadn't quite figured out yet. Was it some deep-down desire to not let Astrid go? No...That was still obvious he thought...Not hidden. Something he readily recognized. It was something else...Something unseen as of yet. Maybe that was the cause of this...this feeling of dread that kept raising it's head at times.
He also came to a horrible realization that, -to make one choice, he may have to hurt someone. Maybe that was it...He'd rather not hurt either one if it could be avoided. But it seemed he was stuck now. He wasn't sure how much Elsa liked him, but he did know that, at one time at least...He and Astrid...He closed his eyes, shaking his head mildly. That's what he got he supposed. Because he couldn't...Didn't commit...She had already started moving on. Because he…
When his father Stoick died, he had felt unsteady...Unsure about what he was to do, and how to go about it. At the time, he had his...Valka. To steady him. To give him direction and guidance. She had supported him and his ideals. Until that day...That incident had been where their paths had begun to diverge. And now, she was gone too. And he now was back to being...Like trying to fly Toothless in a storm. Tossed about this way and that. Making a bit of headway before being forced back by the treacherous winds.
He shook his head. He needed to stop. Astrid was right of course. He should just stop thinking so much and try at least to enjoy this night. There was nothing pressing right now. Things were quiet in the Archipelago as far as they could tell. He was about to have a free meal, the likes of which he may never see again. And he was about to see how these southerners threw a party. Yes, he should just stop thinking…
And good thing too! As they rounded the corner, his eyes were assaulted by a dazzling blue glow. The room seemed to glow, but...The light blue dress Elsa wore shone and sparkled. The top of her dress was trimmed in the whitest fur. Her shoulders were bare. The jewel on her chest which hung from the trimming was as large as a chicken egg. Her hair was piled on top of her head in curls. Two small strands of curls hung on either side of her face framing it perfectly. There were jewels or some sort of highlight in her hair that seemed to sparkle as well. And her hair being piled on her head exposed her neck too. She seemed to have just a touch of makeup on.
All thought left him. Everything else in the room seemed to fade from view as he took the sight of her in. Everything that was troubling him, the rest of the world it seemed, faded from existence. There was only her, and in the presence of such beauty...Like from a story book, he felt frozen. Unable to move or speak.
He finally registered her eyes as they met his. Such a pretty blue...They seemed to sparkle of their own. Elsa smiled, them bit her lip as she ducked her head a bit. A blush made its' way up her neck to her face. She started walking towards him. It seemed to take forever for her to close the gap between them. Her teeth kept a grip on her lip as she made her way to him. As she got closer, he found it more and more difficult to do...anything. He could only watch as she got closer and closer. Her eyes never left his.
She stepped right up to him. Her perfume sealed the deal. It suited her...Like clean air, and fresh fallen snow. He slightly registered her arm moving. She took his chin in her fingers...And closed his mouth for him. She snickered then took a step back…
"Come, Your Highness! It simply won't do with you gawping all night!" It served to snap him out of...Whatever that was… But it still took him a moment or two to find words.
"I...You, -you look...Amazing!" She smiled, and scrunched her shoulders and nose. Her blush intensified.
"Thank you! And you...You look every bit the Viking King! It, it looks very good on you!" He wasn't so sure, but it meant something coming from her, looking like she did.
"Thanks! I...Think the cloak is a bit much for most occasions, but I guess...We all must play our role." Great, that sounded a bit lame...But she snorted, and nodded her head.
"Indeed we do!" She smiled. He looked her in the eye, and held her gaze for many moments. Something loosened in his chest. He felt warm. Then Elsa blinked. He realized the glow in the room was not only her. His eyes quickly took it in. There were pillars holding up the ceiling. They were decorated with intertwining designs. Like frost, he thought. And highlights in the corners...And on that ceiling...A huge snowflake. The design was...He'd seen in on banners throughout the castle and in the town. How these things got there...And, and they all seemed to glow all on their own.
"This...This room is amazing!" He blurted out. She smiled, but waved her hand.
"This is nothing compared to the dining room...And the ballroom! I can't wait for you to see it!" An eager smile bloomed on her face. Her eyes glowed. He held her gaze again...And did she...Did she move closer? Someone cleared their throat close by.
"Ahem...Y, your Highness'?" She turned her head and nodded at the man. She tilted her head a bit.
"Hiccup? Go get yourself seated. I'll be in in a minute." He couldn't help himself.
"Ahhh! Saving the best for last, I see?" She laughed out loud this time. She put her hand on his back and gave him a small push.
"GO! -YOU!" He did as he was told, throwing a look at her over his shoulder. Her hands were clasped in front of her. She was smiling very warmly. He then realized that he, Elsa and Anna were the only ones left in the room. The sisters ducked their heads as he turned back. He waited patiently at the door. The doors opened, and he made his way across the room. There was a great long table in the middle of the room. Very heavily made, it looked like it could survive for ages. Maybe it had already for all he knew…
Along either side of the table, many finely dressed people stood. Some he recognized, others he didn't. They all bowed or curtsied as he passed. He gave a few nods of his own, seeing Lord Valdis, and also Ser Hansen, who had been seated next to Astrid. She smiled brightly as he passed. He gave her a wink for good measure. He made it to the end of the table where he was supposed to sit. He looked and saw that chamberlain...Kai...He looked behind him at his chair. The man thankfully shook his head slightly. Thank goodness! He wasn't sure weather to sit or stand…
Elsa had been right. This room was more elaborately decorated. The fragile swirling patterns were there, but they also covered the walls. They too seemed to glow all on their own. In the center of the room, a great delicate looking fixture hung from the ceiling. It was a bluish white, and several points of light gave off all the colors of the rainbow. It appeared to be made of glass. He fought an urge to scoot his chair over so he could inspect it more closely. Maybe he could do that later...
The Princess Anna was announced next. She curtsied as she entered, and walked up the opposite side. She smiled warmly and gave him a small wave of her hand as she came to her side on the end of the table. She dipped deeply as she came to her chair. He gave her a respectful tip. She was smiling brightly as she straightened. He had to stifle a chuckle. Her cheery personality was as unmovable as a mountain. He wished she could come back with them. He could almost always use some cheering up.
Elsa was announced at last. There were a few gasps that escaped as the doors opened. She smiled and dipped, then walked slowly across the room. Nodding a few of the guests, She kept casting him looks for one reason or the other. Her eyes then seemed to lock on to her sister, who gave a very respectful curtsy. Elsa rounded the table, and walked up to him smiling widely. Stopping a short distance away, she dipped.
"Your Highness!" She said. He returned, bowing respectfully. She straightened, and held out her hand.
"Your Highness!" He took her hand...Confused for a blink...Oh yes...He then placed a kiss on her knuckle. Her hand seemed to be slightly cold...And shaking a bit. Hmmm. She was smiling brightly as he rose and caught her eyes with his. Her face looked a bit flushed. She held their gaze for a breath, then turned to the guests.
"Welcome everyone! Thank you for coming! The staff has worked very hard to prepare this feast. I hope you enjoy it. May you all have an opportunity to make new friends and acquaintances tonight. We have many honored friends and guests gathered, and I daresay, some new ones as well." She turned to him and tilted her head slightly.
"King Hiccup? We are honored by your presence. I, we are very glad you have deigned to come all this way. I, hope the rest of your stay proves fruitful." She paused as gentle applause made its' way around the table. He was about to speak, when she held up a hand.
"I'm afraid I have been terribly remiss...Please forgive me!" She took a half step back and bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Your Majesty! For your treatment of my people while they were in your care. There are many sweethearts, wives, and children...Who are much happier today because of your actions. I, -we will not forget that!" There was a hopeful, nearly pleading look in her eyes as she straightened. He shook his head, and held up a hand to another bout of applause.
"Think nothing of it!" He said, as he looked upon her. "I, we were merely doing what was right. Your people were innocent, and had gotten themselves caught up in an unfortunate incident. I could not, in good conscience, leave them to their fates. I am sorry we did not arrive earlier." Another small round of applause. He shook his head again.
"I am indebted to you, Your Highness! Long have I wished to travel. To see what lands there are to the south. To see the shining kingdoms my father and others have spoken of. Your graciousness, and your hospitality have made this trip better by far, than I could have imagined. -Thank you, Your Highness!" He bowed slightly at the neck and waist, straightening in a breath. That came out better than he expected. He looked out as people started clapping again. His confidence was bolstered by the looks Evindir and Astrid were giving him...It probably would explain what he said next...He looked her in the eye.
"This may be my first trip this far south, -but I hope it won't be the last..." He...Well he almost wished he hadn't said that...Or at least, said it that way...Elsas' face brightened, her eyes started to shine. Over her shoulder, Anna was looking nearly the same. He tilted his head once more, quickly at her, then turned towards the rest, tipping slightly. There was applause again. He noted slightly to his horror that several people, especially the women, were tilting themselves to their neighbors. Some raised their hands to their mouths as they murmured to each other.
Oh Gods...Did he just...Yes, -yes he did...He just put himself on the block. Now, he would surely have to come back...Having said that. As he thought about it, maybe it could be a good thing. An excuse to get away for a while. But he was pretty sure it meant something else to Elsa. Maybe he could figure a way to extricate himself. A way to explain to her what he meant. They would be together all night here. He would think of something.
Elsa motioned with her hand, and the servants descended on the table. There were all manner of meats and vegetables prepared in many different ways. He wanted to try everything, but he was sure his stomach would burst at the attempt. He could possibly use this as an excuse to come back, weak though it may be. Pali would at least understand. He always seemed to enjoy his meals. He went after his plate with vigor. Everything tasted so good and so different. He would have to see if they could take back some recipes and some of these spices they used.
He cast glances around the table. Conversations were going on all over. Heather was talking to one of Elsas' council members. Alvin was having a raucous discussion with the general. Astrid was talking with Ser Hansen. She was all bright smiles and laughter, obviously enjoying herself. He wondered if this Hansen fellow was married or not. Something uncomfortable twinged in his chest. His thoughts were interrupted…
"Are you enjoying the meal Hiccup?" His eyes snapped to Elsas'. She was frowning slightly, looking away. Was he staring at them...at her? He hoped not. He wiped his mouth.
"Yes, -yes...It's all so very different, and good! Not at all like what we have at home." She smiled brightly, and turned to her own plate. She put some food in her mouth and chewed, looking out over the table. Her eyes came back to his, and she smiled again. He had to make some conversation. He waited until she was done.
"If I may, I would bother your cooks for their methods and spices. This taste would be enough for everyone to actually eat at the gatherings." He told her. She seemed to stop for a breath, then started giggling uncontrollably. It loosened whatever it was in his chest. He smiled. It took her a few moments to gather herself. She looked at him through her eyelashes.
"Do you...Is it, the same in your homeland...These...Gatherings?" She asked. There was a hopeful tone to her question. He thought for a moment.
"It's really...It's not at all like this. Our gatherings are more like...Umm, -rowdy! More like a heated discussion were food just happens to be served…" An incredulous look took over her face before a smile started blooming. She started laughing. The sound of which seemed to loosen the knot of dread and uncertainty in his chest. She gathered herself with some difficulty. Then looked at him eagerly, hopefully. She leaned a bit closer. Her hand reached out, but stopped halfway. She put her hand instead on the table near him as to steady herself. She looked at him through her eyelashes again. He was having a bit of trouble reminding himself to breathe.
"I'd...I would like to see it Hiccup." She bit her lip as she hesitated. She frowned slightly, looking away. When she turned back, she leaned a little closer. "I'd like to go to your homeland. This, archipelago...And visit all the islands. To see your people and your lands." She may have moved closer still. He couldn't tell at the moment. His brain was all fuzzy. Caught up in her eyes and her...her presence itself was…
The rest of his brain caught up with him. Slamming into his consciousness with vindictive force. He blinked. He couldn't do this. He shouldn't lead her on...Give her false hope...He had to look after the dragons...He nervously cleared his throat.
"I, ahhh...Yes, Elsa. I, I would...But you see. We...We're at war right now. And it just, wouldn't be safe for you. I, I couldn't guarantee your safety." He hoped that would be the end of it. But he was pretty sure it wouldn't be. Elsas' eyes darted to the side for a blink. She straightened slightly, frowning. It looked terribly cute on her he thought. She straightened fully then looked at him and nodded.
"I...Of course. Hiccup! I don't know..." She frowned again, looking askance. She looked again with that hopeful expression…
"Per...Perhaps when the conflict is over?" Yes perhaps, but NO! He had to...He had to, give her something...But an invitation to the archipelago was absolutely out of the question. How was he...What was he to do? He could only think of a political answer…
"I...Yes, perhaps. -Provided we are successful, of course." She straightened fully and gave him a polite nod. He hated it. But he couldn't refuse her out of hand. He couldn't risk insulting her or her people. Politics...ungh! These people seemed to thrive on it at times. He missed his home now, where a ham bone to the head was a pretty clear sign of disagreement. There were no minced words. No way to take someones' word at none other than face value. He looked at Elsa and wondered. He was fairly sure she was honest in her dealings with him. But she was also a leader like himself. He wondered what her reaction would be if he told her the truth about what was really going on up there. Elsa took her cup and brought it to her lips. Anna ducked down and came into his field of view.
"So Hiccup! Are there any horses where you come from?" Elsa spat and sputtered, choking on her drink. Anna grinned widely. A curious question. Elsa turned to face her sister. Annas' eyes quickly flitted to Elsas' then his. Whatever went on between them only intensified Annas' grin.
"Ahh, no...No horses. At least, not on Berk. The animals don't fare too well in the climate. Wh, why do you ask?" She was smiling by now. A look of pure innocence on her face.
"Oh...I was just curious." Well, ok...He thought. Anna turned back to her plate, as Elsa was dabbing a napkin on her mouth. She picked up her cup again, taking a sip.
"My sister may just owe me a horse before this is all through..." Elsa started full-on choking now. Anna cut a bit of food and placed it in her mouth. She looked at him, trying very hard not to smile while she was chewing. The Queen held the napkin tightly to her mouth. After a moment of coughing, she turned to the Princess once more. 'Anna!' He could barely hear. A blush seemed to creep up the Queens neck. Anna smiled widely. Elsa turned quickly back to face him, and yes...He face was beet red. He gave her a questioning frown, tilting his head slightly. Elsa turned facing forward. Her eyes darted about, she faced him again.
"Oh, it's nothing...Nothing at all!" Her blush deepened. She turned to Anna, who snorted, ducking down. He was very curious now. What was that all about?
The meal continued for a while longer. He exchanged a few polite words with the Prime Minister and his wife. The man had served under the sisters' parents. His wife had been a diplomat, but now served on the castles' staff. Their three children were all grown. Two were on the diplomatic team, one was working his way through the ranks of the army.
More conversations ebbed and flowed around the table as everyone slowed their eating. After checking a few times, Elsa turned and nodded at that Kai fellow. He came around behind her, pulling her chair out. She smiled brightly at him, and stood. That was his cue, he remembered. He stood and took the hand she offered. The guests all stood as well, and he lead her back to the other room. Such a waste of time he thought. They went through the doors, which were closed behind them. As soon as they were, she turned to him and smiled. He held her gaze for a while. She bit her lip, and ducked her head a bit. She looked up at him hopefully. It was a look that was beginning to grow on him.
"Did you, did you like the meal Hiccup?" Her other hand came around and sandwiched his. She squeezed ever so gently. He nodded vigorously.
"Oh yes! I wasn't kidding about taking some of that back with us. That was truly something amazing!" She smiled brightly and leaned a bit closer. He looked into her eyes. The room still glowing with a faint bluish hue seemed to set her features off just right. Her pale skin, her bright blue eyes...The dress she wore, her silver-blond hair. It all seemed to fit together somehow, he couldn't exactly explain...How or what he was feeling at this moment. He realized after a long while of taking all this in, they were still holding hands...and somehow, for some reason...he didn't seem to mind at all.
Someone cleared their throat off to the side, breaking the moment. He was slightly put out. Both for breaking this and for making her hands leave his. Kai announced that it was time, bowing deeply and motioning to the doorway. Feeling a bit lighter, he bent at the waist to her. When he straightened, he offered his arm.
"Your Highness!" He said. She snorted and giggled, playfully swatting his arm. She dipped.
"Your Highness!" She gently wrapped her hand around his arm. He led her through the dining room to another set of doors. He could hear their names being announced. The doors opened. He bowed slightly, while Elsa dipped.
When he straightened, the first thing that struck him was the number of people. There were many more than had been at dinner. He supposed there were too many to account for the meal, or maybe they couldn't make it in time. Whatever the case, there they all were. He wondered if he, or they, would have to speak to all of them. He doubted it, it would take more than one night…
The next thing was the room itself. A thin layer of frost seemed to coat the pillars of the room. The walls carried the delicate formations he had seen in the dining room, but on a larger scale. An even larger, impossibly delicate looking fixture hung from the ceiling. It glowed all on its' own. The pillars and the walls too were giving off a bright, bluish-white glow. He wondered how it was done. It had to be glass, but he wasn't sure how it could be made into such things. He had heard that with heat and fire, glass could be formed into all sorts of shapes. This must have taken years to make!
A gentle pressure on his arm told him to get moving. He didn't dare look as they started walking thorough the pathway the people had formed. He took Elsas' lead, and offered nods and smiles as they went. He didn't know any of these people, but he did notice a few familiar faces. People he had passed in the hallways of the castle, some who had been at the meetings he had attended. He did his best to stamp down the nervousness that had tried to creep in.
He did well, until they reached a clearing in the people. They were all gathered around a large snowflake design that had been somehow placed in the middle of the highly polished floor. He drew in a breath, calming himself. He barely registered Elsas' fingers moving lightly on his arm. It helped, but he wasn't so sure about his next part. He had only had minimal training...He hoped he wouldn't make a fool out of himself.
Elsa tugged his arm, and he turned to face her. He took her right hand, and placed his other on her waist. He looked up. She gave him a small wink and a bright smile. Her left hand she placed below his shoulder, before sliding it into place on top. Bless her, she was trying to calm him. It helped a bit, but he still wasn't sure…
The music started, and she began to move slowly. He listened to the music, trying to keep time, and not step on her. He alternated between looking down and looking around, so they didn't run into anyone. They were the only ones out here, but still...He realized after a bit, her eyes never left his face. She was still smiling. She moved a bit closer…
"You're doing fine!" She whispered. He wasn't so sure. He finally allowed himself to look. She was smiling widely. Her eyes seemed to sparkle. Seeing her, his nervousness hedged a bit. He remembered it was just a few simple movements, with a few turns involved. She lead him a bit with gentle pressure on his shoulder, or with her hand. He began to move with the music, and something seemed to click into place.
After a short time, he was actually able to say he was dancing and not just following her lead. He confidently spun her around more than once. The second time eliciting a short burst of laughter. He thanked the Gods that may be watching that he was able to see it...The smile that never left her face. Or the pure joyous sparkle in her eyes. The rest of the room drifted away, leaving only her and the music. It had been a long, long time since he'd had fun doing this...Too long he felt. He subsequently yielded to Heathers' statement...He did feel comfortable around her. He wasn't exactly sure why, he'd only known her for a week. But still…
The music ended, and they released each other. Elsa took a few steps back and curtsied. He bowed, and the room was filled with applause. He followed her lead once more, trading smiles and nods at the guests. After a few moments, she turned to face him. She placed her hands on her waist and took a step and a half towards him. She raised an eyebrow, and one side of her mouth curled a bit.
"This one is from Heather." She said in a voice no one else would hear. He looked up and immediately saw the culprit. Her arms were folded, a completely smug look on her face. The first few notes rang out. He instantly recognized it. It was a song, -a dance from the islands...A couples dance...One that meant...Oh no...He was instantly flushed. Maybe, -maybe they didn't know, the significance...of this...Particular...Dance…
He took his position. They hooked arms and spun around each other, then turned, and hooked the other arm and spun. They released, facing each other. Turning away, they clapped. Turning to each other they clapped. Step to the left, step to the right...Pick her up, turn and set her down. Step and kick, step and kick…Hook her arm, and turn a wide circle around her...Face her, and repeat. It was supposed to tell a story, or something like that. A representation of the art of courting...It was fitting he supposed, but…
Again, her eyes almost never left his. Her eyes were slightly lidded...A smile on her face he couldn't quite decipher...Maybe Heather did tell her what this meant...He gulped dryly, and tried to focus on what he was doing...Dancing, -only that…
After a couple of rounds, the girls joined them on the floor. Heather grabbed a young man who was standing next to her. Astrid had snagged Ser Hansen. Evindir was practically dragging Camicazi onto the floor with him. Much to his delight. Alvin had managed to find a woman nearly as large as he. Pali had Elsas' chief of staff with him. He managed at one point to come close to Heather, at whom he scowled appropriately. He was answered only by laughter. Princess Anna was even out here, dancing with some large blonde-haired fellow.
The music stopped, with another tune starting shortly thereafter. He was about to go when Elsa pinned him with one of her pleading looks again. Batting her eyelashes to further plead her case. He frowned a bit, but complied. This one was different, but not terribly so. He managed to keep up with her, and considered it a small victory that he hadn't stepped on anyone.
The tune stopped, and they applauded. Elsa took him by the arm and led them over to a table. On it were drinks and other refreshments. It was nearly as lavish as the dinner table he mused. Elsa selected two cups, offering one to him. She raised it slightly to him before taking a drink. He was becoming increasingly fond of this wine they favored here. Elsa leaned in to him.
"You did very well Hiccup! Who knew that the King of the archipelago was such an accomplished dancer?" She giggled. He didn't agree.
"No, no that was all your fault! I was just trying not to look foolish out there, and trying desperately not to step on you." She scrunched her nose, and leaned closer.
"Well, mission accomplished! My feet are indeed intact!" He couldn't help but chuckle.
"I have never, ever been known to be graceful. The addition of this..." He raised his left leg slightly. "-Has made me even less so. So yes, it is you who is to blame." Elsa frowned a little. She opened her mouth, but closed it just as quick, taking a sip of wine. A small silence ensued, broken by Kai clearing his throat. Elsa took his cup, and set it on the table next to hers. Taking his hand, she lead him away.
They had gotten about halfway across the room when she stopped suddenly. She turned and looked down, then back at his face. A furious blush fled from her neck to her face. He had to clamp his mouth shut to keep from laughing. She ducked her head, sweeping a stray hair behind her ear as she walked around him and took his arm. Her hand went from her ear to her mouth. It took a moment for her to compose herself. He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it quickly when she intensely frowned at him. He'd dare not even smile.
They stepped upon the small dais on the other end of the room. Elsa looked herself over as he did the same. She then turned her attention to him. Her hand came up and lightly brushed his shoulder. She then started to fiddle with his hair a little. Pulling a stray strand out of his face. He did the same, looking her over quickly. He reached up and put a stray hair behind her ear, brushing it lightly as he did. She shivered, scrunching her shoulder. She looked down, then met his eyes. They held their gaze for a breath. She smiled, and scrunched her nose and shoulders, then turned away.
He wasn't sure about what was going on...The music still played, people still were dancing. Only a line of them started to form in front of them. He then realized. He pasted a smile on his face. As Kai motioned, the first couple walked up.
"Your Highness?" Elsa announced. "May I present Lord Flinder, from the Kingdom of Voordmørt! They are a long-time ally of my family, and an important trade partner as well!" The man bowed deeply, and indicated the woman next to him.
"My wife, Esmerelda!" The large woman curtsied and smiled.
"Your Highness! It is good to meet you. I hope during our talks tomorrow we may be able to set everything to rights!" He nodded.
"I hope so too! I'm glad we could all sit down and talk to each other face to face. I hope there will be no misunderstandings any more. I also hope we can all gain from this experience." The man nodded and tipped his head. He paused for a breath. His eyes darted side to side. He leaned forward just a bit.
"If I may, Your Highness...I would, like to speak to you...In private. I have heard some things about certain minerals that are mined in your homeland. I have also heard the timber grows very strong and sturdy, and there is much to be had. Perhaps there may be some way we may obtain them? Something you may wish to obtain in trade?" He wasn't so sure what minerals he'd heard of, and there were many forests yet untouched by them...And this person was important to Elsa and her people. He couldn't turn him down outright…
"Ahhh, -yes...Perhaps...If the Queen could give us a room to meet..." He turned to Elsa. She smiled and nodded in assent.
"That can be arranged!" She said coolly. She looked sideways at him. She was maintaining her poise perfectly, although there was a small smile. He tipped his head to her.
"Excellent! Please talk to the Lady Heather, or Chief Eivindr. And see what we can arrange." Lord Flinder smiled and bowed deeply. He missed his thank you. There was something going on behind him. He gave the man a tip of his head. Flinder and his wife paid their respects and stepped away. Anna had apparently usurped the next place in the line. She was brushing off the same man he had seen her dancing with. She nervously turned to her sister and curtsied quickly. Then she turned her attention to him. They both offered their respects.
"King Hiccup? May I present my fiance, Master Kristoff Bjorgmann!" The man bowed nervously. He took a half step forward, offering his hand. The blonds' eyes quickly darted from his hand to Elsa, then back. His hand came up slowly to his. He gave Kristoff a firm handshake.
"Kristoff, you're a lucky man!" He visibly relaxed and smiled.
"Your Highness, yes...Yes I am. I feel very fortunate that she chose me." He turned to look upon Anna. She rolled her eyes, waving her hand dismissively.
"Nonsense! Kristoff helped both me and my sister out some years back. Why, if it wasn't for him, we'd probably be..." He heard a sharp intake of air from his right. Annas' eyes quickly darted to Elsa. She hesitated for just a blink before she continued.
"Well, things...Would be very different from what the are now." Annas' sheepish smile at her sister deepened the mystery for him. He'd heard there was some trouble once the Queen had taken the throne. Maybe he'd hear more about it later. He let it pass for now. He nodded and smiled.
"Oh yeah? Well then Master Bjorgmann, you should hurry up and marry her yes? We never know how much time we have. Nor do we know what fate has in store. The quicker you two are wed, the more time there is for enjoying that!" He had to contain his laughter as a look of complete shock came over Kristoffs' face. He also turned very pale. His hand came up to the back of his neck.
"I know...I mean...I mean to, but I...That is I will...once..." Anna put her hand on his arm. She turned a little and took his hand in hers. Kirstoffs' eyes went from the ground to Annas' face. They shared a moment, a look...He was slightly embarrassed witnessing it. Anna spoke after a few more moments.
"We're...Not quite ready yet. But some day...Someday soon..." She trailed off. They both shared a smile looking upon each other. Anna quickly turned back to face him. Her face was a bit flushed.
"Hiccup? I'm really glad you came. It was so nice meeting you, and talking with your friends...Learning about Vikings, and your homeland..." He smiled and nodded.
"Anna, the pleasure has been all mine." He meant it too. He liked her alot, but it was hard not too. She was all smiles and always positive. He could probably learn a few things from her, if there was more time. Well, they weren't gone yet.
"Just seeing Elsa loose her cool for once was worth it!" Elsa spluttered.
"WHAT? I...You…What, what are you even...Talking about?" He turned. Elsas' face was redder than he'd ever seen. Her mouth was hanging open. He fought the urge to reach over and shut it. Anna only giggled, then made a quick, bouncy curtsy to him. Then she turned to Elsa. Her curtsy was slower, and more controlled. She rose slowly, a corner of her mouth curled…
"Remember, dear sister...The saddle is entirely optional!" She made a snorting sound like a horse before she bounced off, dragging Kristoff behind her. He watched her go, then turned back to see Elsa still aghast. He leaned slightly, to gather her attention. Once he did, he raised an eyebrow at her. Her eyes darted all around his head coming to rest on...She shook her head slightly, her hands came up defensively.
"It's nothing! -Nothing at all! Jus...Just a bit of...Sibling rivalry...Nothing more!" He gave her a look.
"Uh huh..." Her shock and embarrassment...and the color of her face deepened. She instantly turned away. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she nervously cleared her throat.
"Please Your Highness...Our guests..." She closed her eyes. Her shoulders heaved a bit. Anna was right. Elsa always seemed calm and collected in public. To see her like this was...Well, It...did some thing for him. Made him feel warm...He snorted. Her eyes snapped to their corners at him. Her eyebrows came down, but her lips curled slightly. He smiled and turned to the line of people.
-And so it went for another good thirty minutes or so. More introductions, more embarrassing moments...More fake smiles and gaudy outfits than he was comfortable with. Elsa eventually turned to Kai and nodded. She motioned with her hand and they walked off the dais. They made their way slowly back to the refreshment table. Offering opinions, and trading quips about the people they greeted, laughing together most of the way. His attention was drawn again to the decorations. His eyes finally coming to rest on the great, delicate fixture in the middle of the ceiling. After a time, he felt her hand on his arm.
"That...is just...Amazing! H, how was that done? How was it made?" He asked absently. He resisted the urge to find a ladder, or a couple of chairs to stack. He heard her delicate huff.
"Oh, It was just something I whipped up..." He only half heard her, still focusing on the design, its attachment to the roof. It took a minute for it to fully register.
"You, made that?" He asked incredulously. He slowly turned. Elsa moved away slightly and brought up her hand, palm up. A light formed, as snow came out of...Nowhere, snaking its' way up her forearm. A snow flake about six inches across formed on her hand. It flashed, then started slowly turning.
"Why...Yes...Surely they told you..." No, -no they didn't. He unconsciously took a step back. His eyes darted all over the room, coming back to rest on the snowflake in her palm. It was...It was all the same designs and patterns. His head whipped around just to confirm...He took another step.
"You...So you...You're, a...Sorceress?" It all came crashing into him. Why her hands felt so cold, that flash of blue in her eyes he thought he saw...The temperature fluxes...He wasn't just imagining it...She was...She was something out of their storybooks...Something...Those stories never ended well...Ensnared by her beauty, followed with promises of every kind of treasure and raptures, only to end in an icy cold prison for all eternity…
"Hiccup?" His eyes snapped to her face. Her head was slightly tilted to one side. A frown was beginning to form on her brow. This...This, Queen with supernatural powers...He felt a chill run down his spine. Was, was that her...Or something else? Did she have that power too? Was it, was it too late already? He, he had already...No! Something wasn't right, other than the obvious. He couldn't...The possibilities...Should they, leave now...Before it was too late?
He took another step back, then another. His brain was working furiously. He moved again. Something made him look up. There was a look of concern on Elsas' face. Then it turned to...Her eyes widened a bit, she opened her mouth, but he spoke first.
"I have to, ummm...I'm going to...Get some air..." He turned and walked towards a door he knew opened on the balcony outside. He tried very hard not to knock anyone over as he did. He walked out and down to the right a little. He felt light headed. His mind swirling with thoughts...He started to feel a bit dizzy. He came upon the rail, and placed his hands on it. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
When he opened them, he saw the city beyond the walls. It was shining. It seemed all the torches in the streets were lit. Many banners and other decorations adorned the posts upon which they sat. Many torches were also burning on the castle walls. In the courtyard, he could see many banners and tapestries hung from the walls. Some seemed to depict important scenes from the cities' history. A couple were adorned with pictures of Anna and Elsa, both together, and singularly. He looked out again and closed his eyes. He took another deep breath. Calming his mind.
Something wasn't clicking. So Elsa had some sort of magical power. He had heard a few things. Something about an early winter, supposedly brought on when the Queen took her throne. About a foreign Prince who tried to usurp the kingdom. Of snowmen who lived, and Ice Giants...He shook his head looking down. He closed his eyes tightly. It all seemed incredulous at the time, but now made more sense. It was all centered around her...Elsa...But…
It didn't make sense. If she was...What he'd learned about as a boy...What he'd read as a child...No, This wasn't it...This was far away from a frozen wasteland. He opened his eyes. He was looking at one of the tapestries. One that carried a picture of her, of Elsa. No, that didn't make sense either. He couldn't, out of all the interactions they'd had, detect the slightest bit of malice in her. And Anna, the Princess, -her sister...It was quite obvious the care they held for each other...He closed his eyes and hung his head.
He...He had begun to...Resign himself...No, that wasn't quite...He had begun to really like her. This night, this event...Had begun to show him things...Another way of living. Far and apart from what he had been doing for a few years now...He had begun to feel, not as bad about...moving on...And here he was, back where he started. He wasn't sure what to think or how to feel.
He felt a nudge at his shoulder. A whiff of a breeze brought the scent. The one person in the world he would allow near him at this moment. The storm inside him calmed a bit. She was silent for the moment. He took a deep breath through his nose, and lowered himself to rest his elbows on the railing. He forced all the random thoughts out. Seeking only the important ones. The questions that mattered most.
"Hey!" She said softly, bumping his shoulder with hers. There was a time...It seemed like forever ago...She would do that to break him out of whatever thought patterns he'd had. It had the same effect now too. He felt warm at the memories, and then guilty for...For…He pushed his guilt aside.
"Hey..." He answered. He kept his eyes closed, his head down. Focus...Focus on what just happened, -and what was happening right now...He took one more deep breath, opening his eyes. He turned his head. There was that gentle, soft smile...A glint in her eye. The moonlight and the light from the torches played on her features. She was beautiful, and yet...He looked down. She had two cups in her hands. Her smile grew wider as she handed him one. He smiled and straightened, taking a long sip of the sweet wine. He looked out again feeling a little better. He spoke a bit later.
"Did you...Did you know?"
"Hmmm? Know about what?" She asked. Maybe she hadn't been watching. Of course she wouldn't have...Why would she...He stamped those thoughts down.
"About Elsa...She, she has...Powers…" His mind started racing again until Astrid spoke.
"Anna did say something. She has powers over snow and ice. She can control them...When she gets angry or upset, she looses that control." Oh great! Should he...Run for the hills now? Because he was pretty sure...Walking away from her like that…
"How come...Why didn't anyone tell me?" Astrids' head whipped around. Her eyes wide.
"You, you mean...No one told you?" He shook his head. She looked a bit frantically side to side. She bit her lip, and put a hand on his arm. She looked him in the eyes.
"Hiccup that's...I, I thought...Someone would at least mention it to you." He nodded and rolled his shoulders.
"Yeah, that's kind of...Important you know...Especially when...If..." He closed his eyes and shook his head. He couldn't finish that sentence, -that thought. He closed his eyes and looked out again. Astrids' hand went under his cloak. She traced long, slow lines up and down his spine with her fingers.
"I'm, -I'm sorry Hiccup..." He shook his head slightly. He would never blame her. There was always...Ever so much going on...Her hand came out. It was a long few minutes before she spoke.
"Do you remember when we first met?" She asked. The question caught him off guard. He frowned, thinking hard...He turned and looked. Honesty, it was always best…
"Our very first meeting? No, no I don't." She huffed and shook her head.
"Me either. Mom told me...She and your mother...It was wash day. They were helping each other. We were still babies...Mom said, we stared at each other for a long, long time. Mom always said that I smiled first...Then you smiled at me..." He could help but smile at the images that his imagination presented.
"-And then we fell forward and crashed into each other! Mom said, we didn't cry...never stopped smiling..." A knot formed in his chest. Astrid frowned in thought.
"I, I don't remember a lot from when we were little...Mom told me...You were special to me. You were the only boy I'd play with for any length. The only boy I'd let near me..." The knot started moving toward his throat. He swallowed.
"I do remember us playing adventurers, or pirates...Running all over the island..." He stopped. He couldn't continue...But he had to…
"Astrid? I'm sorry...I should've never pushed you away. You, you've always been there. You, you were the one that motivated me, that pushed me. I should've never treated you like that..." The knot had worked its' way fully into his throat. He swallowed hard, closed his eyes tighter. Her arm snaked around his waist. She gently squeezed. He didn't…
"I forgive you Hiccup! You, you were having a rough time. Between your father, and your mother. This whole...Craziness of you being King...The war...It's a lot to put on a person..." She had no idea...But then, maybe she did...They stood there looking out over the city. After a minute, her arm came away from him. He looked, she was frowning. Her eyes closed.
"Hiccup? I...I'd be lying to you if I told you I still feel the same way about you..." Her frown increased.
"I think...With a little time and care...I, could possibly feel that way again..." She ducked her head. When she looked up, she opened her eyes blinking twice. They seemed overly shiny.
"I want you to know, that I will always care about you. And that I believe in you, and I always will!" And what could he say to that? -Nothing...He straightened. He took her arm and turned her to face him. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed.
"I don't deserve you!" He barely got it out. The knot in his throat bubbled up a bit. She returned his hug. A short burst of mirth escaped her. She drew away slightly, looking him in the eye.
"Of course you don't!" She smiled, her cheeks were a little wet. They looked upon each other for a minute, then released each other. They both leaned on the rail, looking out at the town once more. A warm comfortable silence followed. Broken only by Astrid quickly reaching up and wiping at her eyes. There was still that soft smile on her face. He looked out. After a long while, she spoke.
"She's changed Hiccup." He'd been lost in his now-peaceful wandering thoughts. He looked, raising an eyebrow.
"Elsa...Everyone I've spoken with...They all said she's changed recently..." He looked out shaking his head.
"She's struggled...For along time, with her powers. And they tell me she still struggles." She hesitated briefly.
"They say, since she's met you, she's been different...The good kind of different! And...You...You've been different too." He turned his head toward her. Both his eyebrows came up. She looked and smiled a bit, then punched him in the arm. But it wasn't the same...more like...well…
"You know what I mean...More like you used to be..." Well, he couldn't exactly argue...A faint disturbance started to gather his attention. He focused on the current...Situation.
"Well, I think...I may have...Screwed that up now..." She turned to him, placing a hand on his arm.
"Talk to her Hiccup!" It was the simplest solution but…
"Astrid I, I don't..." She squeezed his arm...Hard.
"Hiccup! We've discussed this. I know it's been a long time but..." She bit her lip and looked away. She looked back, there was the fire and determination…
"You were the son of a Chief. Now you are a King, Hiccup! You knew something like this could happen! And it would be a good thing for all of us!" He shook his head.
"Astrid...How, what...We have to look after the dragons! We have to keep people out! How can we do that if I'm wed to a southerner?" She frowned and looked away. That...Disturbance was getting louder. It was in the other room...Astrid looked back at him, her eyes full of surety.
"We, we can't keep out the whole world, Hiccup..." She took his hand in hers.
"But if anybody can figure it out, -you can!" She was right. With a little help...From the people around him...Yes he could! No, he would! He'd think of some way through this. He looked down at her. She looked like she did when she was about to bash an enemy. Her brow set, her mouth in a grimacing smile. He gave her a single nod, which she returned.
That disturbance was now too loud to be ignored. It was a voice. Somewhat familiar. He walked past Astrid, leading her by the hand. They walked back into the room. He snaked his way through the crowd. They were all focused on the center of the room. That voice...It sounded familiar...Could it be? He kept pressing forward until they came to the edge of the crowd.
There was now no mistaking. He looked older. Grey was surely taking over his dark locks, which were a bit longer now. He was rounder than he remembered...But still the same gaudy outfits apparently. The type that would gather your attention, and keep it. His ire was raised. They'd had him cornered, or so they thought. About to carry out a sentence for crimes committed in the archipelago. He had barely escaped...Speaking of which...He could and would have some fun with this...His eyes suddenly caught his. The man sneered.
"EH? There 'e is! The whelp! Haddique! You beggar! Eet has been long time no?" His eyes darted to Elsa. A small frown was on her brow. Her eyes widened a little on seeing him. Time to turn on the dragon fire…
"Frenchy? Is that you? I barely recognized you...from the front! I'm so used to seeing your back!" The man bristled slightly, but recovered.
"Frenchy? Hah! I am Le Messieurs Probius Del Lacquois, Marquis of Montacalmb! You insignificant barbarian! You would do well to remember!" He'd sooner forget.
"So! A fancy title, fancy clothes...A new hairdo...Is that what they gave you for murdering the innocent?" A collective gasp came from the crowd. Elsas' eyes widened, her jaw dropping open.
"Bah! I 'ave no idea what you are talking about!" He was simmering. He pointed his finger at the man. He raised his voice for all to hear.
"This man is guilty of murder! Two years ago, he was the commander of a small force, set to raiding villages on the edges of the archipelago. Three times, they sailed into the harbors of these innocent fishing villages and outposts...Killing every living thing they found! They put to the torch, every single building! There was absolutely nothing left! Not even a privy!" He took a couple of steps forward. He registered a presence at either side and behind him. Frenchy had the good sense to look a little frightened. He continued.
"Men, women, children...Dogs, yaks, goats...Nothing! Not even scraps for the crows!" He remembered flying into one of the sites. The smell of burnt flesh. Frenchy rolled his shoulders, turning his attention to Elsa.
"You see your highness? He hope to garner your attention by false accusations! He is obviously mistaken!" He laughed nervously.
"Mistaken? My left foot! I remember! We all here remember!" He looked quickly side to side. They were all next to him. He knew Alvin stood behind him. Cami was at his side, her hands hidden in the folds of her vest. All it would take would be a motion from him, a look...But not here, not now.
"We had him cornered at one time..." He paused, crossing his arm in front of him. He grabbed his chin with his other hand.
"Just...How did you escape? -Should I tell them?" He asked, out of some skewed sense of...Oh hell! He was about to have some fun at his expense. Frenchys' eyes darted about, a sneer formed on his lips.
"Oh yes! You ran away! With your tail between your legs!" Some snickering was heard nearby. Should he? Yes, yes he would.
"-Dressed as a woman!" A few titters soon gave way to all-out guffaws. Elsa had her hand to her mouth, her eyes twinkling. He spluttered.
"I...You...Lies! All lies I tell you!" He was red in the face. But he wasn't through yet.
"You know, -half of the women we talked to were jealous...The other half were merely disgusted..." More laughing ensued. Frenchy was desperately looking around.
"-And I must say...There were a few men who were interested as well! And you have also become the brunt of one of my favorite jokes now!" He perked up, looking all about the crowd.
"Hey! How do you get a Zarpathian to leave your nest?" He paused.
"-You buy him a dress!" The room seemed to burst into laughter. Along with a bunch of snickering at his sides. Elsa too had seemingly lost at her attempt to keep her cool. Frenchy looked around slowly, methodically. His focus came back to him. An extremely cold sheen came over his eyes. He took slow, calculating steps toward him. He noted the slight creaking of leather beside and behind him. He came within striking distance when he finally stopped. That cold leer he remembered was back with a vengeance. He lowered his voice so only they could hear.
"Yes, Haddique! Laugh! 'ave your fun! But I wonder...What is going on in your precious islands while you are here, Hmmm? Is everything well? Are you sure it is wise to be so far away?" He straightened slightly, and moved a little closer.
"You know, I 'ave some new friends now. And they are very interested in what you have there! -And maybe, here too! There are those who would be interested, no?" His hand was itching. Just waiting to be filled with the handle of his dagger. It would be nothing...A quick movement of his arm and wrist. He would never see it coming. But he shouldn't. He didn't care where he was, he would just be doling out some delayed justice. Avenging those poor souls who were no longer with them.
His eyes flit over Frenchys' shoulder. He could see Elsas' face. Her eyes were wide, her hands covered her mouth. And behind her, Anna. She looked seriously concerned and a bit frightened as well. A look of shock and frightfulness were shared by many. He couldn't do it. He wouldn't expose them to such things. He gathered all his ire and directed it at the person in front of him. He kept his voice low too.
"You would do well to keep your trap shut! And be thankful we are in this place right now, under the Queens' roof. Otherwise, you would be bleeding to death right now. And do not speak a word to anyone here about the islands, and what's going on, or by the Gods! I will do to you what you did in Voormot and Gespiel. We will leave even less of you than you did them!" Again, he had at least as much sense to look afraid, before he changed his features back. Frenchy slowly backed away and turned toward Elsa.
"Your Highness! Who would you believe? This unwashed, unrefined, lying barbarian? Or I, Who have helped your highness in the past. Who assisted you with those difficult negotiations. Who have helped you become rich and prosperous!" Maybe he was grabbing for straws, but then again...He looked at Elsa. She had flinched a bit as Frenchy addressed her. She looked at him. A quizzical look took over, then shock. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Frenchy cast his gaze back to him, the sneer back on it. He snorted.
"You see Haddique? We are friends from a long time...So crawl back into those holes you came from! And take your stinking women with you!" He had to throw his arms out to stop the girls' advance. He pinned them with a look. He then looked back at Elsa. She shook her head a tiny bit, but still said nothing. He felt betrayed once more. But maybe there was some other reason.
It didn't matter. What he'd said about the islands, it served to intensify his unease. They had been watching. They had received a terror a week ago, but nothing since...There was also the possibility he was lying. That he'd only said that to plant a seed. He straightened fully and scowled at Frenchy furiously.
"Mind you what I said! It was not a threat, but a promise! And we will know who it was Frenchy! And we will come after you!" He cast a quick glance at Elsa. Her mouth came open. Her hand came up. He turned on his heel and walked out. He had to grab Camicazi and drag her along. Gasps and murmurs followed them out the door.
He needed a plan. He needed to get out there and look, really look. He needed confirmation that all was indeed well back home. A quick glance over his shoulder. Elsa looked dejected, her brow peaked. He felt bad about leaving like this, but he feared someone would loose their temper. Leaving was best for now. He made a promise to himself to talk to her before they left, but now, -right now...He needed answers...
