JQ: Friends! I love you all so much! I'm so happy with all these reviews and faves and follows and GAAAAAAH i'm so high on your approval. Here's a new chapter!

but first...

let me take a selfie!

Jokes, here's the real deal...

Now I've read enough fanfic to know what happens when you break the fluff streak. I'm sorry, but it must be done. To make up for it, I give a little blurb on why I think the trolls are here. Because, bro, let's be real...the trolls were the most random shit I've ever seen.

Happy reading! SEE YOU AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL!


The group shared a few more laughs, before going off to do their own thing. Claudio and Tonia were getting ready to leave Arendelle in the morning. Everyone else was to stay an extra day. Claudio and Fría were hanging out, in the garden, enjoying the sunset. They sat beside one another on one of the stone benches.

"Should I bring Al home, with me?" Claudio asked his sister. "I'm pretty sure you'd like some...alone time." He winked and she scoffed.

"One: That's up to Al," Fría answered, "Two: we aren't doing that...yet." she blushed and Claudio laughed.

"I thought not. You can't even hug properly." He continued to laugh, "How on Earth could you have –!"

"Shut up." She used her magic to toss a small stone at his head. He winced.

"Ow! Fry!"

"Shut up." She repeated, tossing another stone.

"Well it's true...that stuff is pretty intimate."

"Shut up." she really didn't want to talk about this with her brother. Another stone was sent at him.

"Wait...how do you guys even...?"

"Shut. Up!" another one.

"What's going on over here?" Tonia's voice was heard, and the two siblings whirled around. Tonia came into view, accompanied by Elsa who was holding prince Andréa. Fría smiled. She found it absolutely endearing that Elsa had never held a child before, but always seemed to be holding her nephew.

"She's bullying me!" Claudio tattled. Tonia rolled her eyes at her husband.

"Well she won't have reason to, if you stop bothering her." Tonia rebutted. Elsa snickered when Claudio began to pout. Fría stuck her tongue out at her older sibling, and Tonia rolled her eyes. The older queen turned to Elsa.

"Over-grown children, I say."

"You won't be like that, right?" Elsa cooed to the tiny prince. The baby simply gurgled in response, making Claudio and Tonia laugh. Fría's heart swelled at Elsa speaking to her nephew. Claudio and Tonia left, to check on the ship and their belongings, leaving Fría and Elsa alone with Andréa. Fría got up, from her place on the stone bench, and ushered Elsa to sit down instead. Elsa obliged and sat down, still holding the baby.

"You're scary good with him." Fría commented.

"He's wonderful." Elsa said, still holding a loving gaze towards the child. Fría began to frown. Elsa seemed to really like children. And for obvious reasons, Fría most definitely be able to give her that. Elsa looked up at her fiancée and immediately noticed her turmoil. "What's the matter?" Elsa asked. Fría just shrugged.

"Nothing." Elsa glared at her girlfriend. By now she could easily tell when Fría was lying and vice versa.

"Stop." Elsa demanded in, what Fría described as, her 'queen voice'. "Tell me what's bothering you, please?" Elsa pleaded, putting less emphasis on her stern tone. Fría sighed.

"You'd be such a good mother." the princess admitted, gesturing to the baby in the blonde's arms. "And I can't give you that. Obviously." Fría huffed. Elsa frowned, the realization hitting her as well. "Maybe another reason they decided to put us together was to prevent more of this." Fría spat, moving her hand and subsequently lifting another bench up. Elsa sighed. Perhaps the arrangement was to prevent the powers from resurfacing. A magic deterrent, if you will. Fría became angry. She clenched her fist, and the bench fell back down. Surprisingly the noise didn't affect the baby, but Elsa was furious.

"Don't make a ruckus around him." Elsa seethed. "He's going to be getting ready for his nap." she was trying to not have this discussion with Fría, but the younger royal was hell-bent on this discussion.

"Who do they think they are, depriving us of reproduction like that?!" she wasn't mad, because she, herself, was interested in women already. She knew Elsa was expecting a man. And now, she could clearly see that Elsa wanted children. Something that Fría would never be able to give. The princess began to walk away.

"We don't know if that's the reason, Fría." Elsa deadpanned, slowly rocking the baby back and forth. "Don't get angry over this right now, please." Elsa honestly had no idea where this hostility had come from. To her knowledge, Fría was a rather loved child. She certainly was not locked away, like Elsa was. Elsa was very, very confused.


Fría's 16th birthday was already looking like a disaster. Her mother and her father were trying to prevent her from meeting with other royals around her age. Specifically royal boys. Fría was angry because she thought that boys were a bit more entertaining to talk to about war and such. She didn't always want to discuss royal things. Over the course of her adolescent life, Fría's parents explicitly outlined how important it was that she was not to get involved in courtship. There was obvious speculation that Fría was going to be married off, but that did not constitute the princess being forbidden to date. She was certainly allowed to explore, right?

"Fría," Her mother began, as she began to do up Fría's hair, "how many times must we tell you that you cannot just sneak around, with that Marcus fellow." Fría shook her head, in frustration. She and Marcus were NOT in a romantic relationship.

"Madre," Fría said in an exasperated tone, "I am not in a romance affiliated relation with Marcus. I've said it many times, but you and father have repeatedly told me that I shouldn't be with him." Fría found it odd that her parents were so delighted that she was a sapphic woman. That she preferred a romance with another lady, and not a man. She had anticipated the worst, when she told them a few months back, but they seemed overjoyed. Her father was overtly ecstatic and that made her very concerned.

Suspicion was the epitome of her training, since joining the army.

"Good." Maribel offered. The queen gazed into the mirror, observing her daughter's face during their conversation. Looking at Fría in the mirror, the resemblance was uncanny. It was almost as if Jacobo was never there. Maribel smiled. Both had long black hair, hazel eyes; a near pale complexion, with a hint of a tan somewhere; a tall slender build...they were almost exactly alike, save for the fact that all three of the children had Jacobo's nose.

"Now that I'm 16, can you please tell me why it's so bad for me to be with a man?" Fría asked. Maribel sighed. "Obviously, I don't want to, but the prospect seems to give my dear father a terrible complex." Maribel's facial expression dropped, exponentially. "What's wrong, madre?"

"Your father doesn't want for you to have any children." Maribel answered. Fría was confused. Obviously she couldn't have any, but the fact that her father explicitly said he did not want her to have children, made her upset.

"What do you mean by that?" Fría inquired, a tinge of anger lacing her tone.

"He doesn't want for the power to return." Maribel averted her eye contact. Fría narrowed her eyes. She understood her father's fear, but she was heartbroken that he'd say something like that. It made her feel like had her parents known about the power before hand...she may not be here.

Maribel was not being entirely truthful. It was true that Jacobo did not want his daughter to have magical offspring. He believed it was too dangerous. But there was another reason.


Fría continued to have a stern look on her face. She began to feel angry that her father, and Elsa's, had deliberately put them into a situation where they couldn't reproduce. She pieced that together on her own, just now. Had she been a man, or had Elsa been a man, there would be no arrangement. Elsa was getting frightened.

"Tell me what's wrong." Elsa pleaded.

"I just..." Fría tried to be angry at the woman, but she couldn't. Instead, she got up abruptly, and retreated the scene. With a child in her grasp, Elsa couldn't keep up. She simply stared after her.

Unbeknownst to both royals...there was a totally different reason for the arranged betrothal.


Around the time Elsa was 3 years of age, Agnarr and Iduna took a small vacation to Isla Solsa. It was the beginning of the year, and the king and queen of Arendelle were celebrating the news of their second pregnancy. They decided to share their joy with their closest friend: king Jacobo and queen Maribel.

They arrived on the island, around noon, and were immediately greeted by a small child. The child was a boy, and he clearly resembled the likeness of Jacobo. Obviously, this was prince Claudio Marion.

"Welcome to Isla Solsa." The young prince greeted. He bowed and so did the visitors. "I am prince Claudio Marion." the small girl gave a huge smile and began to wave ecstatically.

"HI!" Elsa began waving to the young prince. "I'm Elsa! Princess Elsa of Arendelle!" She stated proudly. Agnarr and Iduna smiled and let out a soft laugh at their daughter's antics.

"Where are your parents, Claudio?" Iduna asked him.

"They are back in the village square, because my sister started crying again." Claudio folded his arms over his chest in frustration for his younger sibling. Jacobo and Maribel had just been given the small blessing of a baby girl. Princess Fría Mariella.

One of the main purposes of the trip was to get Fría acquainted with Elsa. It was no secret that the both of them had been born with a unique gift. From what Jacobo and Maribel have stated in their letters, Fría could move any object with her mind. In turn, they told the island rulers about Elsa's snow and ice conjuring ability.

When Fría was born, the objects in the infirmary began to swirl around, and the doctors had feared they were being cursed. However, after much research and tests, it turned out Fría had inherited her great aunt's mind control abilities. Not mind control, in the sense that she can control other people and their neurological behaviour, she could just control objects.

After a few moments, Agnarr, Iduna and Elsa followed the young prince into the village square. Sitting at the fountain, was the king and queen, surrounded by two royal guards. In queen Maribel's arms was a small baby girl, with black hair and fair skin. Agnarr and Iduna smiled at the sight of the family. Once Jacobo and Maribel laid eyes on the visiting family, they got up and made their way towards them. Jacobo extended his arms to embrace his friends.

"Agnarr! Iduna! It's been too long!" he said, in his booming voice.

"Indeed, my friend." Agnarr agreed. Elsa, not being involved in the hug, had a sudden urge to walk towards the queen. She began to walk forward, towards the fountain. Her heart was racing, and she had no idea why. However, her trance was broken, when the queen got up and made her way to the hug fest, as well. Elsa shook her head. She turned to see Claudio eyeing her weirdly.

"Are you okay?" the boy asked. Elsa shrugged.

"I...I think so."Elsa stammered.

"Maybe you're thirsty." Claudio concluded. "It's very hot, today. Come! I know a place!" the prince grabbed her hand and they quickly went to a nearby fruit kiosk. They left the scene, and the focus revolved around Maribel and her newborn daughter.

"Marie, she looks just like you." Iduna admired, softly running her fingers over the baby's soft hair. "She's beautiful."

"Thank you." Maribel said. "She's perfect."

"I see we have a 'daddy's girl' among us." Agnarr joked, nudging his friend in the side.

"Oh, definitely." Jacobo admitted. Noticing that Elsa and Claudio were nowhere to be found, Jacobo turned to a guard. He asked him where they had gone, and the guard said they went to a kiosk to get a drink. Once the children returned, both families made their way to the palace.

After dinner, Claudio had a fencing lesson, and he invited the visiting king and queen to observe. Agnarr and Iduna were honoured, and Maribel handed Elsa and Fría in the trust of one of their servants.

"We'll be right back, Elsa." Iduna said to her daughter. "Watch Fría, while we're gone okay?"

"Yes mama!" Elsa sat down in a chair, and held her hands out to hold the baby. A servant carefully placed the baby in Elsa's arms. Elsa suddenly got the feeling she had gotten earlier, in the village square. Her heart was racing and her pupils became dilated. She was about to call for her parents, but they had already left. The room had a few servants left, but they were just cleaning up. Elsa, however, wanted to prove she could be a good big sister, so she sucked in a breath and held her own. Despite the rapidly growing feeling in her chest, she held the baby tighter and closer to her heart. "Hi, Fría." Elsa greeted, softly. The baby stirred, but didn't wake. "I'm Elsa. When you're bigger, we can be friends." the baby began to gurgle and Elsa felt her heart race and swell with...with...she had no idea what this feeling was. It was certainly better than when she ate chocolate.

Suddenly, baby Fría opened her eyes and Elsa was met with beautiful hazel eyes, looking back up at her. Elsa couldn't look away. She couldn't even feel herself needing to blink. Fría was not blinking either, and both just stayed lost in a trance. The servants began to think this odd, so one of them walked over to the children.

"Princess Elsa?" A short servant woman asked, trying to get the child's attention. Elsa didn't move, nor did she register what the woman said. Another servant came over and began to pry the baby away from Elsa.

Once the servant moved the baby from her grasp there was a blinding white light, and a series of giant vibrations, shaking the palace. The servants were thrown against the walls, by an unseen force and Elsa collapsed off of the chair. Baby Fría remained in the hands of the servant who grabbed her. Even after being tossed against the wall, she still had Fría in her arms. Shortly, thereafter, the kings and queens returned. Claudio was still in his lesson.

"What happened here?!" Jacobo screamed. Maribel ran towards Fría and Iduna ran to gather Elsa in her arms. Agnarr followed his wife.

"Elsa! Elsa wake up!" he chanted, hugging her close.

"She's burning up!" Iduna exclaimed.

"Fría's turning cold! Guards! Call for Maurice!" one guard quickly ran to get him. Jacobo had a stern look on his face and began to question his servants.

"What happened?!" He questioned, aggressively. He short servant slowly stood and answered him.

"Elsa was...was holding the baby. They locked eyes and were in...in some kind of trance." The servant coughed, since she had the wind literally knocked out of her a few moments ago. "We...took Fría away from Elsa and...and then the light."

"The light?" Agnarr asked, entering the conversation. The servant nodded and before he could question any further, a small thin man entered the room.

"Where are they?" He asked, with a sense of urgency. Agnarr stepped forward.

"Who are you?" Jacobo placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"This is Maurice. He's the expert on powers." Agnarr nodded.

"Does he have powers?" Agnarr asked his friend. The small elderly man giggled.

"No, sire." he replied. "Just the power of knowledge. I studied princess Rosalinda's powers, and have since concluded that magic tendencies are matriarchal." He turned back to both queens. "Bring them here." He ordered. Maribel nodded to Iduna and both women came forth with their daughters. "Hmm..." Maurice muttered, "this is too soon..."

"What is too soon?" Jacobo asked. Maurice made eye contact with each parent, individually before saying,

"Elsa and Fría...they have imprinted on one another."

Later in the evening, Maurice instructed for both families to return to Arendelle. He was going to show them where they could get help. It took less than a week to travel. Claudio remained at home, in Isla Solsa. Elsa and Fría were still in their unconscious state.

Upon reaching a destination in the mountains, North of Arendelle, Maurice called for help. Immediately, a bunch of rocks began circling the royal families. Soon the rocks revealed themselves to be trolls. Agnarr, Iduna, Jacobo and Maribel were taken aback. Maurice remained calm, and walked over to the leader.

"I'm not familiar with imprints, aside from the fact that they only happen in magical persons." Maurice stated. "We need guidance."

"Very well." The leader troll stated. "I shall explain. This rarely happens, but when it does, it is extremely powerful. When the powers find each other, the universe binds them, spiritually." The troll walked over towards the two queens and placed his hands over both of the princesses' heads. "You're right, Maurice. This did happen too soon. They are ready, however. They must complete the binding, otherwise their health will decline."

"So...it only happens in women?" Agnarr questioned. "Wasn't Rosalinda married to a man?" Maurice and the leader troll nodded.

"Her spirit had settled, because there was no other magic around." Maurice answered.

"Typically, there is only one true mate for every person with magical powers. If she had never met them, then fate will settle, and she'll be fine." the troll informed. "It is a true bond. Even if another being with magic came here, it wouldn't work unless they were the one." he emphasized the word 'one'. This truly was a rare occurrence. "It is more common for spirits to settle."

"So Fría and Elsa are..." Maribel began to piece everything together.

"Intertwined spiritually." Iduna completed the thought. Iduna began to stand closer to Fría and Maribel, while holding Elsa. "Quick, let's go through with it." Maribel nodded her head but Jacobo and Agnarr shook theirs.

"Darling, what are you saying? A woman and a woman bond?" Agnarr was hysterical.

"Blasphemous!" Jacobo stated, but then Maribel placed her hand on her husband.

"Cobo...look at them." Maribel ordered. The children looked absolutely lifeless. "We must allow them to complete their destiny. Otherwise, we lose them. Forever." Jacobo inhaled sharply and looked at the other king. Agnarr shrugged and Jacobo sighed.

"Alright." the love he had for his children was too great. Maurice and the leader troll took Fría and Elsa from their mothers, and held them close. Maurice and the troll carefully unravelled one of the girls' hands. They placed Fría's hand in Elsa's and the process continued. Soon, a white light spread throughout both of their tiny bodies, and just as quick as it appeared, it was gone. Maurice sighed in relief.

"It is done." He said. Everyone else was also relieved. "But they are still too young for this." Maurice stated. "The process is done, but they aren't physically ready for what's to come."

"True. The final process is much more mature." The troll agreed. Mostly all the other adults understood.

"What final process?" Jacobo asked. Everyone turned to look at him, with an expression defined as: 'seriously?'. After a bit of thought, an 'O' shape made it's way onto Jacobo's lips. "Oh. I understand." the troll cleared his throat.

"I'll remove their memories of one another."

"Not just the event?" Asked Maurice.

"Yes, because even if they remember a fraction of one another, they will suffer the 'longing'.I imagine they cannot be with one another as frequently as possible, so erasing the memory will be okay. As long as they both live to see one another again." The troll stated.

"What age do you recommend?" Agnarr asked.

"Perhaps 18." The troll advised. "Yes, when Fría turns 18, Elsa will be 21. I highly recommend that. She'll be done growing emotionally and physically by then. The process will be easier and less noticeable." Agnarr and Jacobo nodded.

Before the families got back to their kingdoms, Agnarr and Jacobo hailed for a notary. They immediately wrote down an arrangement of holy matrimony between their daughters.


After giving Andréa back to his parents, Elsa scavenged for her fiancée. She desperately wanted to make amends. She had no idea why her breathing was erratic, nor why she felt like she was going to faint. She rounded the corner to Fría's room, and quickly let herself into the room. Fría was curled up on her bed, clutching her heart. The princess was in tears.

"Tell me what's wrong!" Elsa pleaded in desperation. "Please Fría! You being distant is literally ripping at my soul." Fría could barely speak. The longer she stayed mad at the situation, the more strain she felt. Elsa just being in the same room with her gave her enough energy to open her eyes. Instead of saying anything, she mustered up just enough energy to throw herself into Elsa's arms. The two of them shared a desperate and aggressive kiss, while collapsing onto Fría's bed.

They continued this well into the night, not ever knowing the true power of their reconciliation.


SHIA SURPRISE! It's me, but I'm down here! Told ya I'd see ya at the end of the tunnel! Haha, this feels odd.

I hope you enjoyed my troll explanation and my reasoning for the arrangement! If y'all think this was completely random, my bad, but it needed to be explained! Love y'all! MWAH!