Harek awoke to find himself in a large meadow. A cloudless blue sky surrounded the valley as the green of the grass shined from the rays of the sunlight above. Harek got up as he took in his surroundings. The smell of pollen filled the air and the wind made a small sound as it passed through the blades of grass. Despite the comforting atmosphere, Harek was confused.

"Where am I?" Harek said to himself, not expecting the response he suddenly was given.

"A place of peace, my young friend."

Harek jumped as he looked behind him. A man, well into his 50's, smiled at him as he stood. The man wore noble's clothing of Arendelle, which was a rarity considering the lack of any nobles in Arendelle anymore.

"A place of peace? What exactly does that mean?"

"It means exactly as I said it."

Harek began to feel like the following interactions were going to be tedious for him.

"Uh huh... well I suppose that works. Why am I here?"

"You're here because you want to."

"Uhm; believe me, I love this place and all, but I have another place that I would rather be than here."

"No you don't."

"How exactly do you know that?"

"You spent most of your latest years waiting for death to the point that the idea of death became your form of paradise. This is how you view death; a paradise where responsibility has all but disappeared and you are at your most peaceful. You waited all of this time to be here, you are here of your own will."

Harek became shocked at the man's words. He looked at his hands and began to tremble, the gravity of the situation plummeting upon him.

"So I am dead, aren't I?" Harek looked back at the man with serious eyes, while the man simply smiled in response.

"You tell me? Are you?"

"Don't toy with me old man I am not in the mood!"

"Old man? 50 years old and I am already an old man? Standards have been raised since I was in Arendelle haven't they?"
"Just who exactly are you?"

"Bah! Pardon my manners." The man bowed slightly, "I am Dietrich, fifth king of Arendelle."

Harek jumped back at his words, shock and awe electrifying his body to the core. He was talking to the most recent king of Arendelle and, coincidentally, Elsa's father. Harek quickly bowed before the former king.

"My lord, please pardon my indiscretions! I did not mean to-"

"Whoa my child, no need to apologize. There are no ranks here."

"Thank you, your lordship."

The man laughed as he spoke. Harek, however, could feel a thriving pain in his heart. He was now dead, as far as he felt, and no longer able to see Elsa. A swift depression hovered over Harek.

"So, can you answer me honestly? Am I really dead?" Harek looked at Dietrch with sad eyes.

"To tell you the truth I do not know. You and I are simply here, and I know everything you know, to which that is all I know."

"And you say I created this."

"You wanted it, you got it."

"So you are technically saying I could be dreaming?"

"Possibly... once again I do not know for sure."

Harek paced back and forth, pondering his situation. He then looked back towards Dietrich.

"I wanted to be here? I don't want to be here right now though." Harek looked at the ground, a looming sadness hanging over his shoulders. Dietrich looked at the boy with a smile as he patted Harek's back,

"A decision seems good in the beginning, but can quickly turn sour in the end. I know this better than anyone."

"What do you mean?"

Dietrich's once happy look turned serious as he began pacing.

"When I was king, I tried so hard to keep my daughter's ice powers at bay. I didn't know how to stop it. I made her cut off contact with her own sister, shut the doors of my castle, alienating Anna, and ruined my whole family. Yet, it seemed in the beginning like I was doing the right thing. I didn't know that just a bit of love could help her. I didn't even think, because I lacked that very same component. In the beginning, you felt that you dying would benefit the world, and now you sit here, at the apex of the revelation that it isn't at all what you really wanted in the first place. You and I have a lot in common."

Harek smiled as he looked at Deitrich, a growing respect building up within him.

"You raised two very fine daughters fi that is any consolation."

Dietrich laughed, "I know, they have great taste in men that's for sure."

"I'm sorry what?"

"You and I both know you aren't just going to sit here and accept that you're probably dead, do you?"

Harek's eyes widened. Dietrich was right. If Harek wasn't dead, then he could most likely leave this place and go back.

"You're right! Question is... how do I get back?" Harek scratched his head. Dietrich also began to ponder.

"I suppose, if we take it in the form of a gamble, then we shall know for sure."

"A gamble?" Harek listened at Dietrich's idea with intense curiosity."

"If you are dreaming, then try to wake up. If you wake up, you're not dead. If you don't, you are."

"Splendid! I suppose I should give it a try then!"

"Go ahead! Haha!"

Harek began to close his eyes, but quickly reopened them. He then looked back at Dietrich.

"In case I do wake up. Thank you for your help. I don't know how I can repay you for this."

"You can start by giving Elsa the happiness I was never able to give her, and tell young Kristoff I said that too."

"I will. I promise."

"Oh don't worry my boy. I know you will."

Harek closed his eyes. Suddenly the sensations within him began to change. The mild air suddenly turned cold, the pollen smell disappeared, the sound of wind being replaced by the sound of crying. Harek opened his eyes to find that he was lying down in the Ice Castle, with Elsa, tightly embracing him. She had been holding him and crying the whole time he was gone. Harek gently patted her on the back, a wide smile emanating from him.

"You know, I always was a bit of a 'quack' wasn't I?"

Elsa quickly looked at the body before her. Harek was alive, and speaking to her no less. His face and eyes were back to normal. She cried as she once again embraced Harek, a smile lining her face. She could not control the joy within herself.

"You! You're alive! Don't you ever do that to me again! I thought I had lost you..."

"Does this make your castle the lost and found?"

Elsa giggled among her tears and hit Harek in the shoulder.

"You idiot. Always making jokes. Not the type of thing you see a servant do."

"I thought I made a good combination of both?"

Elsa looked back at Harek and kissed him, to his astonishment. The barriers that prevented his love had been broken and he quickly embraced her. Harek had been through Hell and back, but being alive gave him a sense of relief he had never felt before.

"I feel back to normal. What did you do?"

"Heat is dulled by the cold. My powers are able to calm yours, so I gave you a bit of my ice which calmed down the fire."

"Brilliant. I never would have thought of that."

"Thank goodness I did!"

"Elsa, I love you."

"You better not be dying again..."

"No, not this time."

"I love you too."

Suddenly a figure grabbed Elsa and rose her up to standing level. The figure put a knife to her throat and began to slowly back away with Elsa. Harek quickly jumped up, alarmed at the sudden attack. He looked at the figure and saw that it was Veira. She wore and angry look and blood was leaking from her forehead.

"Hey! Remember me Elsa? Do you!? I missed you so damn much!"

"Veira! What are you doing?" Harek looked at Veira with astonished eyes.

"Oh please Romeo, did you actually think my sob story into servant hood was true? Are you really that dumb? I made it all up so I could get inside the castle. You just made it easier for me. How does it feel? You let the assassin of the Queen and Princess into the castle! Can't wait to hear that story!"

Angered by the betrayal, flames rose up in Harek's hands. Suddenly, Kristoff and Olaf ran in the room from up the stairs.

"Veira, don't do this!" Kristoff looked at Veira with extreme worry.

"Shut your trap 'Royal Ice Master'. You think I am just going to give up my reward after all of this time and dedication!? Give me a break!"

Elsa proceeded to stomp on Veira's foot with her heels. Veira screeched in pain as Elsa darted away towards Harek. Kristoff attempted to subdue Veira, but she quickly got up, pointing the knife at him. She began to back away, towards a wall, angered at her second failure in a row.

"You always have to be a pain in my neck, don't you!? Well I'm not giving up! I will have my pay whatever the co-"

Suddenly, a sharp icicle appeared out of the wall and plunged straight through Veira's stomach. Veira grew wide eyed as the icicle began to retract away from her. The party looked in astonishment at what they saw. Veira began to slowly fall down to the floor, blood painting the wall behind her. Harek then looked at Elsa with surprise.

"Elsa... why did you-"

"I-I didn't do this! I swear!"

A voice then appeared from the staircase leading to their room.

"She's got a point you know. She didn't actually do it."

The party looked towards the stairs as a hooded figure with a crossbow walked up towards the room. As he hit the final step, the hooded figure began to speak once again.

"Surprised to see me Elsa?"

The hooded figure relinquished his hood as the jaw of the entire party dropped. Elsa looked at the figure with startled eyes. She knew who this man was, and the mere thought of him fueled anger in her heart. She spoke with a serious tone as she looked at the man's smiling face.

"Hans..."