At last, everything began to shift back to its original state. As two months passed, the citizens of Arendelle had finally come out of their homes to make the town the joyful kingdom it once was. With their combined companionship alongside Drake and the power of the queen, they began to rebuild, though some families were still left to mourn. With a new step forward, the people were ready for the troubles that lied ahead. The return of the brothers would be no problem due to their escape plan for when the time would come; although, it seemed as if everyone forgot the prince ever happened.

"Yes, Elsa! Please! More!" Anna yelled, strapped to the bed by her wrists and ankles as her sister played down at the succulent curves of Anna's hips. Elsa giggled, licking the soft flesh of her sister's warm belly—her saliva spreading to cover nearly Anna's entire front. Elsa pushed her index and middle finger inside the princess' puss another four times before she responded to her call.

"Submit, Anna! Say it! You cannot hold it!"

"Never!" Anna shouted—the princess growing weaker of her sister's potent thrusts. Though the princess may have been stubborn, under the command of the queen was not possible to resist. At her peak, Anna tensed trying to keep her mouth shut at all costs though her hands could not reach to cover her face. She writhed in her attempt to escape like never before—squirming frantically as if a demon were separating from her body. At the moment her vocals produced sound—her eyes on the verge of tears—the princess paused completely until, predictably, it had happened.

"Oh, fuck me, Elsa!" Anna cried—a final breath leaving before she collapsed on the bed. During her recovery, Elsa watched above with the biggest grin. Once the princess opened her eyes, she saw this and sighed, for she knew what would come next. Elsa slurped off the cum on her fingers before lowering herself down onto her sister's lips. Then, the queen moved over to her left ear and licked the princess. After a subtle giggle, Elsa spoke what she knew Anna would hate ever so greatly.

"I told you so." she said with the waviness of a taunt. Anna pushed the queen off before crossing her arms in a pout. As the both of them knew full well who proved victorious, excitement could only rise within Elsa. Again, she crawled over to the princess. The queen laid herself atop her sister, now holding her in a tight grip. She rested her head on Anna's chest, looking up at her with the puppy face the princess would always use to get her way. Having a rage already burning high, Anna would not succumb so easily as would her sister. Anna puffed at her before turning on her stomach and sticking her face in the cushions. The queen gently lied on her sister's back. Many loving kisses were planted on Anna's cheeks whilst giving a light rub to her shoulder. In an attempt to soothe the temper surging throughout Anna's veins, Elsa cooed with her cooling breath.

"I love you."

Anna took a deep breath, "Don't talk to me." speaking quietly but very sternly.

"Why not?" Elsa asked—another grin forming.

"You know why!" the princess spoke up a bit.

"I know, I know. I shouldn't push you like that. But y'know, rules are rules, and what did we agree to?"

Anna shrugged, "I don't know, and I don't care!" The queen immediately put Anna flat on her back and pinned her by the shoulders. With her face only the distance of a thumb, it was Elsa's turn to speak strict.

"What did we say?"

The princess rolled her eyes, looking off to the side, "If I swear, I have to do everything you tell me. No exceptions." she replied in a bit of pain, hating to admit her defeat.

"Good." Elsa confirmed, pecking her on the lips. "Now how 'bout we go get something to eat? I know you're hungry."

"Fine." Anna said with a groan as they both stood from the bed. Before she could take a step, Elsa halted her with a single hand below her collar.

"Hey, cheer up." the queen said, poking Anna to summon a dress. Elsa did the same to herself and exited the room with a swing to her hips. The princess kept still for a second, clenching her fists. She closed her eyes and asked herself why she was so angry. Anna agreed to the bet and realized somebody had to win. If not her, then Elsa would be the one corrected, and Anna knew just how well her sister would have behaved. Elsa would understand she had lost fair and square and wouldn't make such a fuss. Sighing, Anna left to follow the queen; she only hoped Elsa wouldn't think any different of her.

Once she caught up, Anna held her sister's hand—not speaking a single word. Elsa continued walking without mind of the princess' action. Though she did wonder the cause, since their last talk wasn't exactly nice, she kept quiet to enjoy the moment than rather commence an unpleasant one. Whatever the reason may have been for Anna's sudden affection, it was ignored for now.

In a nearing corridor, the sound of a man's voice began to grow louder and louder. From the right, Drake emerged, spinning in a heap of laughter whilst passing to the left. On his head sat his little friend Luca—smiling as it stared down at him. The sisters watched the two of them, giggling as slowly they vanished in the distance. A few weeks ago, Drake brought him down, and almost non-stop have they played. Aside from that, the sisters adapted to living alongside Drake and his unusual, bizarre behavior. Every other day, he and Elsa would train together at two specific times—one while Anna still slept in the morning, and the other an hour before dinner. Each day, it seemed as if they knew him a little more, but by what they learned, somehow they knew less. Like a puzzle with endless pieces, they received information, but could never complete the entire picture.

But a moment later, the princess and queen arrived in the kitchen to whip up some grub. As her sister started to prepare for her dish, Anna paused again, trying to build something to say, though it seemed her vocal cords had been clipped. After short sounds from particles of a broken speech, the princess finally grasped her tongue. She stuck her arm out to the counter, leaning for her words told unto her sister.

"…I-I'm…sorry for the way I behaved…" she stuttered, still in a bit of hurt to her admission.

"Huh?" the queen turned around.

"I didn't mean to be so rude when I lost…" Anna muttered. Elsa put down her things and approached Anna, realizing just how much in pained her to say it.

"Oh, Anna…" she cooed, embracing her gently. "It's alright, my darling. If anything, it's my fault for teasing you so much."

"No, no. I overreacted. I should've accepted losing."

"Anna…"

"No, it's true. I always do this, and I'm sorry."

"I told you, it's OK. It's not as if I'm going to make you do something humiliating."

"Well, I hope not. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Of course, sweetheart."

"May I ask, do you still love me the same?"

The queen looked Anna straight in the eyes, holding her shoulders, "Anna, there is nothing you could do to make me love you any less. I love you with all my heart, Anna, and always will I forgive you." The princess closed her eyes, taking a breath as she held her sister back. The soft embrace was magic—an instant medicine to heal wounds.

"Thank you, Elsa. I love you so much." she whispered. Once they let go, a kiss to Anna's forehead signaled the end to yet another intimate moment. Elsa took her sister's hand with a smile and led the way to the other side of the room.

"Would you care to join me?" she asked, grabbing a bowl and other utensils to show Anna what she was making. The princess nudged Elsa's chin with her knuckle, unchanging her view from the glowing blue of her sister's immaculate eyes.

"You know I do." The queen only giggled.

Before they could do anything else, the entire Earth began to shake intensely. The sisters tensed immediately, holding each other and any object to keep stabilized. The cupboard doors swung outwards and back, making whatever was inside to fall out and then vibrate violently on the floor. After ten long seconds, it stopped completely, almost behaving as if what just happened was but a trick in their heads. However, only after a brief moment did it happen again—this time much more vicious. Again they braced, holding still. Panic was triggered. The vibration made everything awfully loud. The experience seemed to only get more terrifying.

"Is it an earthquake!?" Anna yelled.

"I don't know." Elsa called in response. The kitchen now appeared to be a chamber of nightmares, for the different lengths of knives were flying to the ground. Plates followed and crashed in the impact; it was luck they weren't near. As the shaking did not stop for over a minute now, the princess began to freak out, screaming as she hid herself in a corner. Through the gaps of her fingers, she stared in horror at it all, tears trying to emerge. Elsa quickly moved in front and held her tight. With her left hand, she flicked and made a thick dome to cover them both. The princess held Elsa tighter than ever; only time would tell what would happen next.

At the end of eighty incredibly long seconds, finally it had ended. It was quiet again, and one could only pray it would stay that way. The sisters opened their eyes, hearing in the distance screams, knowing this was no earthquake. Elsa looked behind and let go of the grip on her sister; Anna, however, did not lighten up. The queen tried to move, but was stuck under the power of her princess.

"Anna, I need to get up, OK? I'll be back in a sec. You stay here."

"No!" the princess cried, two small tears trickling down her cheeks.

"Anna, please. I need to go. I'll only be gone for a bit, I promise."

"No, Elsa! Please! Stay here! Don't leave me!"

"Listen, I know this is frightening, but I have to see what's going on. I need you to stay right here, please. Can you do that for me?"

Anna hesitated—a lump in her throat, "…Y-yes…"

"OK." the queen said, kissing the princess before she left. Elsa headed straight for the main doors, knowing she'd meet up with Drake there as well. She dashed left and right until finally she saw it. Elsa pushed open the doors with her powers and saw Drake in the distance, looking up in the middle of the courtyard. Beyond that, the people in the town started to evacuate up to the left of the mountain; just a few more feet would show the reason for this order. Taking the first step outside, Elsa saw the reason, and what a big one it was.

In the water stood a dragon too massive for any word to comprehend. Compared to any of the nearby mountains, it easily outclassed in height. The beast's head twitched with the wicked smile of a crocodile. Below, its wings stretched out to show he was the mightiest of all. Even then, this was only the upper half, as the rest still hid submerged under the water. Realizing this, Elsa was only the size of an ant and lost all of her will to prevent their kingdom from being overruled. All hope was shriveled into a speck of dust.

The queen nearly collapsed due to the trembling of her knees. She felt weak—in wonder if her powers still worked, knowing her palms didn't feel the same. Elsa shivered in the cold of her fear. Before she hit the ground, she was picked up and held. Once she turned, she saw Anna—a look on the princess' face of concern. She helped up her sister by the shoulders, asking the cause of her feeble balance.

"Elsa, what's wrong!? Are you OK!?" panic in her voice. Though it was unbelievable how Anna had not yet noticed, Elsa only looked up—not one word was spoken in her terror. The princess gasped, stepping back immediately at the monster before them. Her jaw was lowered to speak, but only short scrapes of her vocal cords expressed the unrelenting horror she could feel poisoning her thoughts. Anna stepped back again, holding onto the queen's arm; surely she could protect them.

Watching her sister cower behind her grew a sense of anger in Elsa's chest. She realized it was only fear preventing her to face the problem that stood in front of them. With her posture fixing straight, the match inside was now glowing higher than what this creature could show of itself. Elsa knew she had to protect her sister from what she now saw as something ridiculous. All it was was a monster in the stories mothers would tell to their children when they went to bed. Just a big enough icicle through its chest would suffice, but then a voice in the back of her head spoke—quiet though clear. As it warned her to not kill, her head turned to Drake, who stood still in the same spot. She thought again and realized a problem now struck. If she was bound to a pact not to kill, how now would they deal with such a problem? No doubt Drake knew this, so only now his actions could save them, though what possibly could he do? As Elsa questioned his abilities to face such a beast, she suddenly noticed just how calm he remained. Only someone with a trick or power such as the queen would stand so composed.

"Ha! How's this for a challenge!?" a voice called out. With a bit more examination, a tiny spec atop the beast's head turned out to be Prince Lars. He stood holding a rope connecting between the two horns sticking out of the dragon's skull. From there, he spoke through some sort of horn.

"Meet Ruth, you pathetic worms!" he yelled out. The monster's foot then rose out of the water, lifting just above the town; its claw was the hand of a demon. "Let's see what he can do!"

"Lars!" Drake called, taking a single step forward. "Leave it alone. Your fight is with me."

"Oh, is that so?" Lars asked in a chuckle. The dragon's foot dropped back into the ocean. "What can you do? You're but the size of a bug! Take your best shot, fool!" The prince blew into his horn, and suddenly time slowed. Now was the moment of truth—the real battle. Now would decide the fate of the kingdom and show the pinnacle of Drake's abilities. Now, only hope remained among the questions wondering if his skills were enough. The sisters would finally see what this mysterious man was capable of.

To the call of the horn, Ruth twitched and spread out his wings. He roared loud enough to shudder the Earth and in just two seconds stepped forward. Still collected as could be, Drake stared as its foot hit the ground. Without even the slightest noise, the man made movement. His arms threw up together while his feet remained firmly planted to the concrete. The sky suddenly turned black under the clouds, and swiftly, his hands pulled down to his sides. Before the beast could take another step, a dozen massive, continuous bolts of lightning struck down to Ruth's head. It pushed the dragon without struggle deeper in the water. The beast screamed as its wings began to grow holes until finally his cranium burst. With a loud crack, the bolts pierced through Ruth's head. A yellow, blood-like fluid spewed out into the sea, along with the rest of the body. The corpse of the dragon rested on the surface of the water until shortly it sunk, falling deep to the bottom.

The sisters were at a loss of words. They didn't know how to comprehend the event that had just transpired before them. The only thing they seemed to know was how to gawk, replaying the same vision in their heads over and over again. A new view of this man of mystery had now come into their minds—one which they didn't know to fear or trust. They had finally seen just a glimpse of what he was hiding, and only from this could they worry for what else he possessed.

As their heads turned to face him, already had he disappeared. Not long after, they spotted him standing on top the front gate of the palace. He stared off into the distance of the fjords, eyeing something just right of the town. On the side of the mountain, he saw Ulfric and one of his brothers standing roughly fifty meters away from their boat. The prince stared directly into Drake's black cover before finally he turned. As Ulfric vanished into the trees, Drake pointed his finger. Another bolt of lightning fired, exploding their ship into thousands of pieces. The man held his fingertip close to his mouth and blew. He jumped back down into the courtyard.

"…You… you… you can…" Elsa hesitated.

"Your eyes do not deceive you, Elsa. I too, and many others, have powers as well." Drake replied before she could finish her sentence.

"And the dragon… I thought they were extinct…"

"Well, not exactly. There's definitely a great lack of them, but they just inhabit different areas of the world. We do exist in a fairytale world, you know."

"What?"

"What?"

"…"

"…" The man then spoke again—his hand rubbing the back of his head, "Well, as great as the months may have been, the prince is back unfortunately. I'll keep watch tonight; I want you two to get some sleep." The sisters didn't know what else to say. With questions only growing, they paused shortly—their voice unable to speak. They only nodded, walking back inside with wonders of a million men.

As a few more hours came and went, the sisters had finally settled into the princess' chambers. With Elsa being her sister's guardian, she held Anna close to her left with a single arm. Anna rested her head on Elsa's shoulder, wrapping her left arm to the other. Together they had seized to end a discussion from the day's climax. They wondered what more Drake could be keeping secret and the haunting thought of where a dragon may be hiding. Among kisses given to one another to ease and repose, the continuing of their chat was not one yet to close.

"Elsa." the princess said lightly.

"Yes, love?"

"What's going to happen when this is all over?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean… what's going to become of us? We won't ever lose… this, will we?"

"No. Never. Not a doubt in my mind."

Anna nuzzled closer, "Good. That's what I wanted to hear. But… if we stay like this, what will we become? What do you want us to become?"

Elsa stared vacantly at the ceiling, falling deep into her thoughts, "I don't know, Anna…" the queen answered, unaware her sister had already shut her eyes to find rest. "I don't know…"