A squad of six men had finally reached the bottom of the elevator shaft as the first man secured the surrounding floor. "I can't believe the Rangers blew this place to hell. We should be lucky that the subhumans were the ones who died here, not us." The Nazi stated as he looked around through his red socket. He turned on his flashlight to see where he and his people found themselves. "Hans, take a look. Some of the structure is still standing. Hell, I think the Rangers accidentally blew open one of the doors."

Then he looked over his shoulder to see a heavily armored Nazi trooper carry a gatling gun. "Good, let's see if we can salvage the remains of D6." He commented while lugging his makeshift weapon around. "Diesel stick with me, I'll be covering our rear. The rest of your guys try and look for any supplies if we can get our hands on them."

One of the men was quick to point something out in the darkness. "Everyone shut up! I hear something." A momentary silence was all that followed.

"Rez, what the fuck are you on about?" Hans demanded as he began to crank his gatling gun.

"Wait, he might be right." Commented Diesel as he slowly raised his assault rifle in the only path heading towards the center of D6. "What the hell is going on?"

The Nazi soldiers looked ahead towards the other end of the hallway. There was the animosity of uncertainty in the air which ended as a loud gurgling cry echoed on its end. Something was moving and the shadow of the mass coming towards them made everyone turn on their flashlights. However, the possibility of an attack made Hans pass his fellow man while he lugged his heavy weapons into position. "Now I hear it. Whatever the fuck that is, I don't like it."

Diesel - his second in command - spoken. "Guns up, D6 might be infested with mutants!"

Hans' placed his pepperbox down before he grabbed his charger and powered his flashlight to the maximum output. The increased lighting allowed him to see further, but perhaps discovering a horrifying sight he had never laid his eyes on in the Metro. This strange mass was filling up the entire hallway and was slowly approaching the light.

When it had revealed itself, Hans took a closer look at the strange creature reveal its large mass of unknown origins. A puke-like color of slime was oozing it's way forward. Every now and then, large bubbles would rise out of the odd phenomenon and splash the surrounding area with acid. The heavy trooper felt enthralled by the sight of the monster and felt the urge to run into this slime and join it. A calm wave of voices echoed into the Nazi's mind. "Embrace me, join me, you know you want to. It is the best thing to ever happen to you."

This trance was killed by Diesel's voice. "Hans! Hans!" The Russian shook his head and moaned at the strange occurrence which had allowed this blob to get closer than he imagined.

Then he felt a forceful hand grab his shoulder. "Yeah, I heard you the first time. What the hell happened?!" The heavily armored Russian stated.

"You couldn't hear me the first time. The rest of the men have already left this place. It's not worth it."

One of the men shouted to the top of his lungs from the elevator shaft. "Behind you." The two Nazis turned around to see the shadow of a tall lithe figure defy all logic and suddenly appear into reality. The men slowly brought their weapons to bear as it hand raised it's hand in their general direction.

Elsa looked over her shoulder to only to see Artyom's face express his discomfort. "I do not know how you managed to get used to this feeling." Her bodyguard began.

She was surprised that of his inexperience with such creatures. "You really don't know how to ride a horse."

"This is perhaps the first time I came across an actual horse." He replied. "There was one person in the Spartan Order who used to ride horses, but that was a long time ago."

Curious, she started to ask questions. "Who was he?"

"His name was Uhlman. Most Rangers I meet are usually serious about their work, but he's not most Rangers. He knew how to make life easier with his terrible jokes. I heard that before my people descended into the Metro shelters, he used to ride horses with a people called Cossacks. Don't know much about them other than they knew how to ride horses." Artyom explained in great detail as he followed the eldest princess deep into the forests outside of Corona.

"Where do you think we could find my sister?" Elsa asked. "There doesn't appear to be a trail she left behind."

"No, but if we inform the captain he might lend us some help, making our search easier."

There was a hint of skepticism towards him. "Is that all you can do?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I am soldier, not a tracker. There is little time to waste time on blind guesses." Then a strange moment with Artyom had him lean over his horse while he placed his hand on his armored helmet.

"Artyom, are you okay?" She asked, concerned for his well-being as she brought her horse closer to him. "Should we head back to the palace?"

"No." He stated in clear conviction while he straightened his back. "I was able to sense something, follow me." The Russian rode forward as Elsa followed after him. Yet, the princess had more questions on what happened to him. It was better to ask him when they were not on a time table.

The deep vegetated forest was difficult to navigate through, but Artyom's "feeling" appear to have been going on the right direction. A loud commotion of voices echoed throughout the forest, but Princess Elsa knew that Artyom was leading her towards that source of noise. Then they arrived at a clearing with the guards of Corona surrounding two red-haired ruffians with chains behind their back. "Alright men, we got these two. Find the last one, hurry." Then one of the men pointed at the new arrivals behind his back. When he turned around he was surprised. "Princess Elsa, what brings you deep into the forest?"

The princess trotted forward before she spoke up. "My sister - Anna - was intent on helping you find your criminals. She disappeared into this forest so my bodyguard and I are looking for her as we speak. I was hoping you could offer some help in finding Anna before she finds the last thief."

The captain nodded his head under his golden helmet. "Your grace, my men will inform you if we do find Princess Anna." Then he glanced towards her bodyguard. "That is the strangest set of armor I have ever seen."

A slight chuckle escaped from Artyom. "Indeed it is. I only wear it when it requires situations like this."

"Then I must not keep you long. Will you be joining us in the search?"

"Da." The young man replied with a nod of his head.

"Do keep the king's niece from danger, will you?"

"I will." He glanced over to the princess and walked his horse in another direction in this endless forest. "Follow me, your highness."

They continued to move deeper into the green abyss as Princess Elsa watched the Coronian guards mount their horses and depart elsewhere. "Now that we got our help from the guards, where do we begin?"

"Then I do have several questions. How much do you know your sister?"

"I… it's personal. We haven't known each other long enough ever since we have been separated."

"My apologies." Artyom answered. "Should have known better than to ask that of all questions." They continued to canter deep into the woods until he spoke up. "Maybe she has seen Anna running around?"

Elsa looked up from her sorrow moment, only to see a cloaked woman clad in red walk alone. In her arms was a basket as she peacefully strolled along. "Do you really think so?"

"It does not hurt to ask." He answered while he rode forward to earn her attention. "Excuse me, miss!"

Without a doubt, the lithe figure turned around and revealed her auburn hair to the duo. "Oh? Hello." The stranger replied as she waved her hand. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"Yes, we're currently looking for someone."

"Who could that be?" The stranger said while she smiled towards the guard.

"Did you ever come across someone in some fancy clothing? A princess, to be precise."

The facial expression changed. "No, not at all. Why?"

Elsa watched as Artyom nodded his head in his direction. "Her sister is currently looking for her. If that's the case, we'll be on our way." He answered before he turned away from the woman. As the princess observed the moment, she witnessed the stranger immediately run from the duo in great speed. "It appears that it's going to be harder than I thought."

"Perhaps not." Elsa commented. "Maybe that stranger knows more than she is letting on."

He looked over his shoulder and turned his horse. "Very well, I'll take the lead in case she tries something." Then he looked up to see the light fading from the sky. "We better be fast, it looks like a storm is brewing."

Traveling alone and into danger was such a thrilling experience. Princess Anna knew her father and mother were not going to be pleased when they find out. However, she was not going to be deterred by the risk and stay in the comfort of a palace. Her experience at home was already boring enough and why waste the opportunity.

The princess trotted her horse deeper than she could imagine. As she searched for danger, a man had burst forth from a set of bushes on her right as he crashed into her horse. "Ow!" Was all he could say.

Surprised by his arrival, Anna's horse reared up before she lost her hold on the reigns. A moment later, it ran off without her. "No, don't leave me!" By the time the mount was gone, the princess felt vulnerable and furious. "Watch where you're going! Now I have to walk around on foot."

The dark-haired man stood up as he began to check his belongings. "Well excuse me for running for my life." He replied. "There is a horse that happens to have something out for me." After he checked his satchel, he turned his full attention towards her. "You look well-dressed for someone who is traveling through the forest."

Anna expressed a warm smile. "Thank you, but I'm not traveling through the woods. I happen to be looking around for some ruffians and thieves. Have you seen anybody of that sort?"

The man shook his head. "No, not at all. There's the Snuggly Duckling, but that's it."

"That is odd." Anna commented as she looked around. "Right now there are guards going around searching for three men who stole my cousin's crown."

The stranger was surprised when she revealed her identity. Then he was quick to ask a question. "Okay, who exactly are you?"

"I'm Princess Anna of Arendelle, my family and I were just visiting my uncle - King Frederic of Corona." She answered. "What's your name?"

The charismatic man let his eyes get her attention as he gave out his hand. "My name is Flynn Rider. Though, I do have a question why is a princess all too trusting of strangers such as myself in a middle of a forest away from her family?"

"What? There is nothing wrong with that. You don't look a like a bad guy to begin with."

"No, but I have met some bad people to begin with." Flynn replied. "They are strangers you just don't want to converse with." Off in the distance, there was a loud neigh echoing from afar. "Well, I got to go."

"Why are you in a hurry?" Anna wondered.

"Remember how I mentioned a horse out to get me, I actually mean it." Then he ran off before the princess followed after him.

"Wait up!"

Although there was the possibility of thieves running around to ambush her, Anna stayed the course as she continued to chase him. "Princess, I hate to break it to you, but I don't want to be followed. You're making that really difficult for me."

"Come now, name one thing."

"You're loud and wearing a colorful dress." Flynn stated.

She pouted in response.

Then the duo arrived at a base of a cliff. "Okay, I got to find another way out."

"What does this horse have a problem with you?" Anna questioned. It seemed rather strange that Flynn would be running for his life.

He looked around while he spoke. "You see, I stole something and he's out to get it back."

"Then why don't you hand it back. Maybe you'll solve that problem."

"Well, you see. I can't. Whatever I'm carrying is worth enough gold to give me a castle and I am not inclined to give that opportunity up. There is also the fact that I also left two of my pals to the guards, so it doesn't help that if they do find me I am going to be in a world of hurt."

Then the idea clicked into Anna's mind. He had something important enough to be worth a castle, but didn't want to tell her. Yet, the mere mention of two other people was enough evidence. "You're the one that stole my cousin's crown!"

He raised his hands and tried to speak in a lower tone of voice. "Do you mind if you lower your voice a bit?"

Then she slowly walked towards him as he backed away. "No, I came here to get it back and I intend to do that. Now hand it over and you might not go to jail for it."

"Look, I really want a castle-woah!" When his back was pressed against the wall of rocks covered in vines, he was swallowed by the thick vegetation.

"Are you okay?"

"I think so…" He trailed off.

Curious, the princess pressed forward and brushed aside the thick vines, only to see Flynn rising from the floor. However, this unsuspecting path had brought them into a green valley. As she came closer, Anna was surprised to see a lonely tower in the distance. "Who would build that here?"

A great thunder echoed from the sky as the thief began to move. "Come on princess, we can negotiate the issue about the crown in there. It might keep the horse away."

The two riders did their best to track down the woman, but Artyom's trouble with the horse had slowed them down. At some point, she disappeared into the forest before the princess and her guard were showered by the pouring rain. Now they were looking for a place to shield themselves from the thunderstorm as Artyom reached towards his knapsack on his horse and handed Elsa a thick pre-war trench coat. "Here, it'll keep you dry." The Russian stated as he looked around for some form of shelter, natural or man-made.

Princess Elsa seemed surprised by the long coat as she did her best to wrap it around her body, leaving only her hair to suffer the indignity of being ruined. Oddly enough, the coat appeared to good enough to fit her. "You had a coat in your bag? How long has it been in there?" The princess asked.

"Long enough to be useful." He answered before his eyes fell upon a slanted tree with enough to cover them from the rain. "Follow me."

When they arrived underneath the leaning tree, Princess Elsa was huddling in the driest part they could find while Artyom managed to tie the horses to several parts of the tree before he was quick to join her. Then he handed her a small cap in hand. "What's this?"

"A cap. Wear it, you don't want to get a cold." He stated nonchalantly before he squatted beside the princess and took off his helmet.

"The coat, you never wore it at the palace. Why haven't you brought it up until now?" She asked.

Another question about his past as a Polis Ranger. "Back in the Moscow Metro, the coat is a symbol of a Ranger's status as a veteran within the Order. A way to distinguish between the inexperienced and the experienced."

"So it's a status."

"Yes." He answered. "I never wore it because it wasn't really mine to begin with."

Elsa's face was filled with confusion. "What do you mean it wasn't yours? You were carrying this with you. There must be a reason why?"

"It's… personal."

She acknowledged his reasons with a simple nod of her head as she ungloved her hands. Her fingertips shot out a stream of snow as they splashed a small patch of ground in snow. To Artyom's surprise, she began to create some kind of structure out of snow. The top parts of the snow had begun to form into ice as her hand gestured for the ice to grow. Then she glanced towards the Ranger. "There is nothing much to do, so I have to do something."

All Artyom could do was smile. "It looks nice. Your power is quite interesting for me."

"I just wish I knew how to control it." The princess replied. "I feel like I am cursed from the beginning of my birth."

Concerned, he leaned back to sit beside her. "It's not as terrible as you think. For all you know, you could've had the power of something worse than snow."

Elsa stole a glance from him. "How can you be so sure? My ice powers almost killed my sister and I have to make sure it doesn't hurt anybody else."

"Although you almost did kill your sister, you have a better understanding of its power. Unlike you, I barely know what mine does."

"You have a magical power as well?" She questioned with a tone of shock and worry.

He nodded his head. "It is not magical, I know that for sure. This power was… given to me when I was adopted. There are only a few people that know what it is, but even fewer who understand it." Artyom explained in great detail. "It is a subtle power I carry that has saved my life several times, but if I had a choice for something else I would choose your snow powers."

"What is wrong with your power? You do not have to worry about fighting with yourself while trying to hide it from everyone else. I would gladly take yours over this. I want to live normally without the risk of hurting someone at a cost."

"I certainly do not know about hiding a power, but the cost of mine is worse… far worse." The polis Ranger replied. "I can sense anomalies, see ghosts, and even…" He was reluctant to speak about the worst his power could endure. "…watch the last moments of their memories. Would you ever want to give up your power for something far worse?"

"No…" Elsa answered. "The way you describe it is quite disturbing."

He leaned back far enough to press his back against the tree. "I'd figured you would have the same answer. A friend of mine once said to try to have a better understanding of things before you make judgement. Understanding the magical powers of snow and ice is far easier than being given the powers from a race of creatures you know so little about."

"My father wouldn't be okay with this? He always advised me to control my powers at every turn. Even when I am alone, I should do my best."

Ever since he listened in on her talk of control, Artyom could not help, but try to intervene on her behalf. "Sometimes you have to take some risks to have better control."

Then the princess's curiosity began to go further. "Earlier, you showed some strange symptoms with your head. What happened there?"

He froze in that moment. It was personal, but he couldn't explain it in any possible way without revealing the creatures who gave him that power in the first place. Even after they rescued and forgave him at the Battle of D6, he was still able to get some of their help. "The creatures which gave me this power have called themselves Dark Ones. I know very little about them other than that they saved me. Don't tell anybody else, not even your family. This is a personal matter very few can understand. They gave me this power to help me speak between their kind and my people. Though… I highly doubt I am useful after they sent me on your father's ship."

"They kinda remind me of the people who helped save my sister when we were young. There were these troll people who would always roll up as rocks, but they understood my magical powers more so than anybody in my family."

"That's good. At least you have somebody to go to. My 'adoptive family' is too mysterious to give me much answers."

Their conversation ended when they heard the cries of gunfire in the distance. "What's going on?" Wondered the terrified princess.

Soon after, Artyom lowered his armored visor and grabbed his Kalashnikov. "Stay here, I'll go check it out." Without question, he rose from the grass before he stepped out from the shadow of the tree to feel the rain tapping on his helmet. It was not the first time he walked in the rain, but the difference was simply the fact this one was not filled with acid.

He walked east, in the direction of the gunfire before the cries of the weapons being fired was gone. The young man slipped through bushes and branches, only to discover two men carrying their infamous symbol only he would know. One of the men looked around appeared to be in disbelief. "What the fuck just happened?!"

The second one was of a heavier build as he glanced around with a gatling gun in hand. "Eyes up, it might be an anomaly."

Why were the Nazis here? The Polis Ranger silently prayed to himself as he reached for his Ranger tags and walked towards them. "Hey, how the hell did you two get here?"

The duo turned around and were quick to raise their weapons. "What the-You there! Identify yourself."

When Artyom presented the dogtags before the two Nazi soldiers. "Calm down."

The smaller man glanced over to his tall companion with a sense of awe in his voice. "It's a Polis Ranger. Should we have a talk with him?"

"No, I don't think so."

The Ranger knew it was better to start from the beginning. "How about this, you explain everything from the start. What happened and how did you get here?"

"Why does it matter to you?" He questioned.

"It's been weeks since I was taken away at the Battle of D6. After all of this time, I've been stuck on this world for awhile."

"Other world? Okay, you must be an anomaly. Maybe if I shoot, you'll disappear. Now identify yourself."

"My name is Artyom Alekseyevich Chyornyj. I'm better known by my other title, but I prefer my name at the very least." He stated in a clear tone.

"The Savior? I thought you were dead?" The Nazi with the smaller height asked.

"It's a long story, but you have no idea how much you are a sight for sore eyes."

"How so?"

"You are the only two people from the Metro I have met so far." Artyom answered. "Where we are? I have not a single clue, but all three of us not in Moscow anymore. I can guarantee that."

Then the two Nazis were quick to introduce each other. "Well Ranger, my name is Diesel. The heavy weapons trooper is Hans. We were scavenging the remains of D6 after the Order blew it all to hell." Diesel explained. "As it turns out, your bombs managed to blow open one of the doors, but there was something there that we can't explain. What were you people hiding?"

"Hiding? Some of those doors haven't been explored since we moved in. What did you find?" It had been his greatest fear to turn open one of those doors. The known cases was the bioweapons with the Ebola strain and the hibernating Dark Ones. Many in the Order wanted to open those doors, but the colonel was very reluctant.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Some strange moving mass that was doing something odd to Hans when we saw it. The blob was squeezing its way towards us before some tall dark mutant brought us here."

Little did the Nazi know about the horror of the creature he had faced before. "That thing is called biomass. We… we thought we burned it out before we occupied the bunker-complex."

"No matter, if this is not a dream then-who's she?!" Diesel aimed his Kalash before Artyom turned around to find Princess Elsa freeze in her shoes.

"Don't worry, she's not hostile."

"Your highness, meet Hans and Diesel. Hans, Diesel, meet Princess Elsa of Arendelle." The tension was slowly lowered as the gatling gun decelerated and the assault rifle was lowered.

The princess asked a reluctant, but curious question. "Artyom, who are these people?"

"They're… they're people from the Metro. We'll talk to them after we find your sister and get out of this forest." He explained.

"So what's the Savior of the Metro doing with a princess?" Hans wondered.

"Again, we'll catch up after we help her."

A loud sigh was all that came from Diesel. "I knew we should have let the other squad explore D6."

Then the heavy trooper made a single hope. "Come now, it's better than the Bridge. At least I don't have to worry about some naive Sturmbannfuhrer shouting propaganda in my ear before some communist sniper has the nice opportunity to get his brains all over my face. It's also not fucking cold."

Artyom was happy that the turn of events didn't go terribly wrong. "Just to give both of you the heads up, the air is breathable so you don't have to wear your gas masks."

The two Nazis glanced at each other as Diesel succumbed to one of the positive moments in his life. "Hans, I think we're dead."

Once Anna had been helped up by the thief, the princess was surprised by what she found. Such stone buildings that haven't seen much traffic with most travelers were usually in disrepair. However, the room was nicely kept with light coming through the blinds, but what amazed her was the artwork. Never had she seen such beautiful paintings on the walls express a large variety of colors. "This place looks lived-in."

Flynn groaned in agony. "You were heavier than I expected."

"Is that how you talk to a girl?" She pondered.

He shook his head. "Nope, but you're very persistent given that you haven't screamed to the top of the lungs for the guards."

"I'm doing my best to convince you to hand over my cousin's crown before I actually do?"

His hands gestured around. "Haven't you taken noticed that both of us are in the middle of a forest that just so happens to be hidden by someone who lives here?!" He paused for a moment. "Wait a minute."

"What?" Anna wondered. "What's wrong?"

His shock expression did little to comfort her. "You said it looks lived-in, but who lives here?"

A golden blur descended from above as Anna was quick to point it out. "Look out!"

The thief was quick to his feet as he stepped aside and let his assailant fly past him. "Okay, I really hate where this going."

The duo focused their full attention on the window to see a young woman carrying a pan in hand. The only clothes on her person was a pink dress, but the strangest sight that the princess had ever seen was long golden hair flowing from he heard. She looked around to trace where it would end, but the length was surprisingly long as it was wrapped around the various beams. "That is a lot of hair."

Then the stranger spoke albeit with reluctance. "W-Who are you and what are you doing in my tower?!" She demanded.

Anna stole a glance from the thief before she earned her full attention. "Oh, we're both just trying to avoid being in the rain. He stole something related from my extended family and we're here to talk about it, but we are totally sorry to enter your home without your permission."

"How can I be sure you're not here for my hair?!" The stranger demanded with her kitchen pan raised at the ready.

Flynn took a step back. "Look, both of us just stumbled upon your tower and we are here to get some shelter. Had we known that this tower would have a girl with very long hair living inside we would have left this place before you even saw us." He answered. "I'm just trying to get away."

"Both of you are not here for my hair?"

"No! Why would we ever want your hair?" He gestured over to himself. "I just want money and my own castle." Then he gestured over to the princess. "She has money and possibly a castle. If we wanted very long hair we would grow it than try to take yours."

"I don't know. You're the first two strangers that ever entered my home."

Anna was quick to alleviate the animosity. "Okay, I get it. You're freaking out that we intruded into your home, but by the time the storm is gone we'll be out of your hair - no pun intended - and be gone before you know it. Why don't we start off with names? My name is Anna, the man who accompanied me is Flynn, what's your name?"

There was a moment of silence before the stranger loosened up and lowered her pan. "My name is Rapunzel."

"Rapunzel, how about this? Why don't we find a way to relax and wait for the rain to finish up." The princess explained.

"Well… I could bake some cookies in the meantime."

Her eyes simply shot up at the mere mention of the word. "Did you say cookies? I absolutely love cookies."

"Give me a few minutes, I'm going to get some baking supplies ready and get Pascal to help me out." Rapunzel began.

"Who is Pascal?"

A small green creature appeared on the girl's shoulder. Upon a closer inspection, it was a small green lizard who haved its hand at her. "He's a friend."

"He looks adorable." Anna commented. "Maybe there is a story behind that."

"There is, but let's get to the cookies. However, if any of you touch my hair…" She pointed at her pan. "...I will use this on both of you."

"No need. No need."

A smile was all that came after that.

Then Flynn Rider voiced his thoughts upon the current situation. "This is the weirdest moment I ever had."

The arrival of the Russians entering her lands made life livelier. However, the de-facto ruler who gave them permission grew worried about the men as they interacted with one-another. It wasn't the first time someone came to approach them with honest hearts before they ran off with her daughter without her blessing. Yet, the man who made the promise to restain the men had kept his word. It was a blessing in disguise.

She sat beside the fire as she slowly drank the tea made by these refugees. More of them were coming, but they offered some commodities rarely found in this snowy land of hers. Many were merely happy that the air was breathable despite her lands being unable to be used for farming. They were a strange lot; however, she could tolerate their arguments with one-another. Rumors of their conflicts with each other did concern her, but the truth that they were survivors of an apocalyptic war was clearer with each new arrival.

Louhi heard a knocking on her door as she spoke up. "You may come in." As she turned around, the woman froze in her seat while goosebumps occurred underneath her animal skin clothes. "Khan? It has been a long time since you departed from my home. What happened to you?"

The old man approached her with a smile as he knelt beside her wooden chair. "My love, it is a very long story, but I don't have the time to tell one at the moment."

Her expression changed when she brought up a serious matter from the past. "It has been decades since you last departed from my side. Did you bring back our daughter?" His hand reached for her arm as he lowered his head. "What happened?"

"She is gone. Our daughter is gone, their apocalyptic war of these people had killed her."

Filled with anger, Louhi rose from her seat and threw her cup of tea into the wall. "You promised! You made a vow to find our daughter and bring her home!"

He nodded his head. "Indeed I did."

"They deserve to die. All of them, my daughter was the most precious to me. You know it."

"Do not bring your wrath upon these people." The old man replied. "They are just as victims of the war as our daughter. There is no need to bring bloodshed to a sin that was not made by their own hand."

Her hands gripped at the end of the chair. "What of the man who took her? Is he dead as well?"

Khan rose from his seat in his foreign clothes. "Yes. He died trying to save the only memory of her."

"Then bring it back." Louhi ordered. "You know how much she was my favorite."

"She was my daughter as much as she was yours. Please, give him a chance when I do bring him to where he should be."

At the mere mention of the masculine reference, the leader of Pohjola turned her full gaze on her man. "Him?"

He rose up and turned away from her as he walked towards the door. "The man who stole your daughter had also loved her. It is best that I let you know about him. He takes more from his mother than he does from his father." After he finished his words, Louhi could not believe what had happened.

She had a daughter.

Author's Note: Surprised? Welcome to the Metro.

Follower38: He's back. Believe me, it is canon.