Oh my goodness, guys! I wish I could give all of you free Wi-Fi for making you wait this long for an update! I have no excuses except that I just got surgery on my back and that delayed my writing further than it already was.

Anyways thank you so much for your patience and your comments! They're really sweet and motivating.

And as a special treat for your wait this chapter is co-written and features 2 POVs. I really hope you like it and that it was worth the wait!

I love you, you're beautiful (: 3

Dear Papa,

My one and only goal right now is to speak with Loki. It's been several days since we last spoke but I've waited a while intentionally. It seems that every time I've tried to approach him it ended in some pointless argument. Nothing has been resolved since the day he told me he has no intentions of marrying me, but I gave it some time and now today I'm going to do talk to him whether he likes it or not. I'll freeze him and force him to talk if I have to, but he is GOING to talk. This isn't something I can afford to argue about. There's much more at stake than reputations. My Anna's life is on the line and I don't care how much he argues with me, I'm MARRYING HIM.

Sorry for the rant, Papa. I'm a worrier, you know that. Anyways, I miss you and Mama dearly.

Love,

Elsa

I've been pacing the corridors of the castle for what feels like hours, I cancelled my meetings with the townspeople today, and I skipped breakfast. This is so unlike me that it's disturbing, but I won't be able to settle down until I'm able to have a solid discussion with Loki. And I'm determined to have that conversation with him today if I could just find him.

I curse silently as I turn into another empty corridor.

"Where is he?" I mutter to myself and stomp my foot.

"Where is whom, Elsa?" a cheery voice says from behind me.

I turn to face it. "Loki, Olaf. I can't find Loki and I've been looking for him all morning."

Olaf places one of his stick fingers on his chin in what might be a thinking gesture. "Hmm, I think I saw him today."

"Where?" I say urgently, leaning down to Olaf's level. "Where, Olaf?"

"In…his…bedroom." Olaf giggles and waddles off down the hall.

"Oh," I breathe and stand up straight.

Why didn't I think to check his bedroom first thing? I guess in my rush and all the stress I've been enduring I forgot to be logical about where to look for Loki. He seldom wanders randomly around the castle and when he's not in the town center he's easily found scribbling in one of our books in his bedroom.

I mentally kick myself for being so thick and make my way to Loki's room. When I'm standing in front of it I don't hesitate to knock, otherwise I'll chicken out entirely.

As I'm waiting for a response I can feel my nerves tingling anxiously. I forgot to put on my gloves today and I fear touching anything will freeze it immediately. I take a couple deep breaths and repeat, "Don'tfeel," in my head a few times before knocking again with more force because apparently he didn't hear me knock the first time.

There's a irate groan on the other side of the door and an equally as irate voice calls, "Come in already, Frosty!"

I take in another deep breath and open the door, stepping in quickly and closing the door behind me.

Before Loki can say something snide I quickly clear my throat and say, "We need to talk."

He scoots away from his desk and stands up. "I get the feeling there's no question in that statement."

"No," I say firmly, "there isn't."

He sighs and sits down on his bed, gesturing to the spot next to him. "Have a seat then."

Something about sharing any form of bed space with Loki makes my cheeks feel hot, but I shove my awkwardness away and sit down.

"So what is it that you wanted to talk about, Frosty?" Loki says blandly, looking over at me with a forced expression of interest.

I hold back a rude retort. "You know what we need to talk about, Loki." His feigned ignorance is playing dangerously on my nerves and it takes all of my willpower not to frostbite his nose.

"Oh," he scoffs. "Are you still on that whole wedding argument we had weeks ago? There's no point in talking about it now. My resolve is unchanged."

"That's the thing! You don't understand—"

"I understand just fine, Frosty!" he interrupts, causing my cheeks to burn angrily. "You're set on our marriage because of the deal you made with my fath—with Odin. But you don't see the big picture."

"I don't care about the big picture!" I shout and stand up. "I just care about my sister! And…and I don't care why you don't want to marry me. I just know that you need to for her sake!"

He stands up as well and stares intensely into my eyes. "Now you don't understand," he snarls. "Odin—"

"Oh, Odin!" I yell. "I get it! You have issues with him! But I don't care!" I know these are very harsh, insensitive things to say to him, but I'm so angry and frustrated at this point I can't stop myself. "I just need you to put aside your problems with him for one second and consider that my sister's life is at stake here! You don't have to like me but you have to marry me!"

Loki's expression is scarily neutral, but I swear I can see a hint of hurt in his eyes and for some reason that hurts me, too. "I don't have to do anything you tell me to do," he says steadily. "Especially when it regards someone I have absolutely no fond feelings for whatsoever."

My remorse over my words immediately fades, anger and confusion replacing it. "Anna? Are you talking about Anna?"

"Whom else would I be talking about?" he spits. "The creepy talking snowman?"

For some reason I thought he might've been talking about me…but that doesn't matter. He's speaking ill of my precious Anna. "How dare you!" I start.

"How dare I have an opinion about an immature little child?" he jeers and leans in close to me. "I honestly couldn't care less about her well-being."

Angry fire shoots through me and I turn away from him quickly and yell, "Enough!" I've had enough of our bickering and his vile rudeness!

There's a slight whooshing sound and then a thud. It feels as if a bit of warm energy has left my body. I immediately recognize the feeling and turn back around, anger replaced by a fearful chill.

My suspicions are confirmed when I see Loki leaning on the bedpost, clutching at his chest and staring at me in disbelief.

"Loki!" I shout and run to him. The first thing I notice is that his skin is already tinted blue around his hairline and fingertips.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no! It never happens this fast!" I cry.

He eyes me weirdly and straightens himself out. "What never—?" He looks down at his rapidly bluing hands and sighs. "Oh, dear."

"I'm so, so sorry!" I say. "Are you cold? Wrap a blanket around yourself and then we can—we can. Oh my Odin what can we do?"

Loki

I sigh in annoyance as my hands rapidly turn color and the cold seeps into my veins. It feels strangely comforting after the argument Frosty and I had. My anger overruled my logic, again, and I was rude. Remember what Pabbie said, I chide myself. There is more to this situation than meets the eye. It is more than Anna's well being. Before Frosty had interrupted me, I was researching her mythology. Some very dangerous ideas had arisen thus my tense and ill-mannered mood.

Frosty is still rambling and apologizing, for a reason lost on me. Does she think I'm hurt? I think. She looks on the verge of tears and her eyes have a panicked look. An opportunity for mischief, my mind sings. The cold is creeping up my arms much faster than usual which I assume is because Frosty initiated it with the burst of frost she so kindly sent my way. Well, time to return the favor of surprise, I smile. I clutch the bed post and squeeze my eyes shut.

"What do we do? What do we do? Oh Thor, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Loki, hang on! I'll-I'll-I don't know-" Frosty touches my arm as if to console me. It is oddly warmer than usual. It feels nice. What?

"Loki? Can you hear me? Hang on okay? I'm going to get a blanket or, or something…Oh Odin…" Oh, right, I'm acting right now not thinking about her touch. I slump to the bed, my eyes still closed to hide them changing from green to red. Frosty leaves for a few moments and then drapes something across my shoulders.

"Here, maybe this will help…" I desperately want to open my eyes to see her face but they are already tingling painfully from the transformation. I notice idly that the transformation is becoming less painful. I'm not sure if that's good or bad. Frosty continues to mumble about warmth and love and how that's definitely not possible. When her voice begins to rise in pitch, I decide it's time to drop the act.

"Enough," I say, sitting up. Frosty stops talking as I rub my face.

"Wha-I don't-you should"

"Please stop rambling, it's beginning to grate on my already frayed nerves," I say. Rude, my mother's voice says. I open my eyes but my hand is shading them from her view. To my horror, I see tears in her eyes and the look of panic has intensified tenfold. Too far, I think, I probably shouldn't have done that. I cringe and let my hand drop. Frosty's eyes widen and her mouth hangs open.

"I'm sorry, I should not have teased you," I begin, "But really you are too easy to rile." Frosty stares at me, not speaking. I stand and her eyes follow my every move.

"Do you always react like that when you hit someone with your magic?" I stretch and run my hands through my hair.

"I-I don't know-how-what-" Frosty stumbles over her words, unable to say anything. She goes quiet and just stares at me. I raise an eyebrow and give her a look. She continues to stare.

"It's rude to stare," I say, holding back the venom I could place in the statement. Frosty doesn't react. I start to feel self-conscious with her blue eyes boring into my soul. I look at my hands and see the familiar runes crisscrossing each other. A feeling of loathing rises up like bile and is amplified by her ever-present stare.

"Frosty!" I snap, not caring if there is venom in my voice or not. She blinks and seems to shake herself. I look down and cross my arms.

"I don't understand." The statement hangs in the air between us and I glance up at her. Her eyes are confused and desperate. I take a deep breath and blow it out through my teeth. A light puff of frost escapes from my mouth and Frosty steps back. Her eyes show fear and pain. Fear is a common emotion I receive but pain, that's new.

"I'm sorry I didn't explain earlier. I usually don't need to explain because this form rarely makes an appearance. I'm a Frost Giant," I say, getting to the point.

Frosty's eyebrows scrunch together. "A what?"

"A Frost Giant. They usually look like this," I gesture to myself, "But I was raised in Asgard as a child and my magic allowed me to adapt to those around me, making me look like an Asgardian or a human."

"Your magic was taken away."

"The magic I have learned was taken away, not the magic that I was born with." Frosty closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"I-I don't…so you're not hurt?" she asks, looking at me.

"Hurt? No, I was joking before about being hurt. As I said you are easy to rile," I respond. Frosty slumps to the bed and places her head in her hands. I begin to regret my decision to tease her. Can you blame me for toying with her? I am the god of mischief, I think defensively.

"Frosty?" she doesn't answer me. I frown, trying to decide what to do.

"Elsa, are you alright?" I ask. Still no response. The blanket Frosty gave me lies on the floor. Without any better ideas, I pick up the blanket and place it around her shoulders. She flinches visibly and looks at me sharply. Does she fear me? I think. The thought sends an uncomfortable pang of sadness through my heart. I place a mask on and stand up straight.

"I'm sorry if I frighten you," I say. Why are you apologizing? I tell my mind to shut up.

"Frighten me? Why would I be frightened of you?" Frosty asks, the look of confusion back on her face.

"Not many people have liked me when I show them my true form. They usually respond in fear." Too much information, my mind warns.

"I'm not afraid of you Loki." Well that's new. I cross my arms, my eyebrows drawing together. Now I'm confused.

"I'm relieved. I thought I'd hurt you but now that it seems this is your true form or whatever I'm relieved. I'm relieved," she sighs. She places her head in her hands again. Relieved? Now I'm very confused. She doesn't fear me and she's relieved that I'm a Frost Giant. Those are two statements that my brain can't wrap around. I start thinking of everything she's said and her reactions. The pieces begin to fall together. She feared me being hurt after she hit me with her frost power. This means she's hurt someone before and by the force of her reaction, it didn't end well. I sit down carefully next to her.

"You've hit someone before," I say. Not a question, a statement. She nods but doesn't look up. Suddenly my conversation with Pabbie comes back. She froze Anna's heart when she got upset. Frosty reversed it through true love or something of that nature.

"You hit Anna and froze her heart," another statement but this one makes Frosty shudder. I can sense she is trying not to cry.

"Frosty, I am not hurt. Everything is fine." Still no response and another shudder from Frosty. I'm not sure what to do. I feel I should embrace her but that also seems inappropriate.

"Elsa I'm sorry. I didn't understand the situation and how it affected you. I'm sorry," I try again. I truly am sorry. I don't like to see Elsa close to tears, especially when I could've prevented it. True, I like to rile her and see her get angry because I find it humorous but not sadness. I place my hand on her shoulder, reaching for any way to comfort her. Elsa hiccups and her shoulders shakes. My earlier logic escapes me and I trust my instincts.

"I'm sorry," I whisper as I pull her into an embrace. She stiffens at first but then a small sob escapes her throat. She leans into me, her head resting underneath my chin. Elsa cries silently into her hands as I hold her. It feels odd to be this close to another person. I haven't held anyone for a long, long time. We stay like this for a time but Elsa doesn't cry long. When her sobs turn to sniffles I gently release my hold and she sits up. We sit awkwardly next to each other as she wipes her eyes.

"Sorry, I don't usually break down like this," Elsa apologizes, looking away.

"It is understandable. I did nothing to help the situation," I reply. There is some more awkwardness as we both realize how close we were, well still are. My leg is resting next to hers and neither one of us have moved. She takes a deep breath and sighs.

"Alright, so you're not hurt. You're a Frost Giant or something. That's why you're blue and your eyes are red."

"Yes."

"You can breathe frost from your mouth."

"Yes."

"What else can you do?" Elsa asks, turning to me. Her eyes show curiosity and I blink. No one has been curious about my heritage or what I can do. Well, most knew what a Frost Giant was and what they could do so no one needed to ask. They just knew they should fear it. This is a rare opportunity, my mind whispers.

"Well for starters, Frost Giants are feared on Asgard. There was a war on Earth some time ago against the Frost Giants and Asgardians."

"I think I remember reading about that in the mythology books."

"I expect they sorely misrepresented that fight."

"Most likely," she smirks. My mouth quirks into a smile and I chuckle. She just got you to laugh when you're talking about your heritage. That is huge.

"Frost Giants have power over frost and ice. We can form ice at will or frost something shut. We can make bunnies too," I add playfully. Her smile widens and she gestures her hands as if to say, "Well?"

"Show me," she demands. I roll my eyes at her demand but comply anyways. I focus my magic to my palm and move my hands, forming and sculpting an ice sculpture. After a few minutes, a bunny sits in my hands.

"Can you make it move? Or animated?" Elsa asks, stroking the long ice ears. I focus on the bunny and try to remember the animation spell. My mind is blank. I blink and try again. Again, nothing. It is like my mind has been wiped of my knowledge. Elsa stares at me her head tilted to one side.

"I-I can't," I mumble, disturbed.

"Why not?" Elsa asks quietly, seeing my distress.

"Odin took away my learned powers. I was not born with the magic or the knowledge to animate objects," I explain numbly. I suddenly feel empty without my magic. It is like I finally see a gigantic hole in me that I've been ignoring. I haven't needed to confront it until now, I think.

"Well," Elsa says touching my wrist. I look up and she has a reassuring look in her eyes.

"Now that I know I can't hurt you and I know about your frosty powers," I smile at the joke, "I think it's time we came to a truce of some sort. An understanding." I nod my head in agreement. Elsa bites her lip and thinks for a moment.

"I agree to hear you out about our marriage if you will listen to my opinion," Elsa suggests. It's short and simple but it's what we need.

"I agree to the aforementioned statement," I say, reaching my hand out to shake. She takes my hand firmly and the agreement is made.

"I also agree to help you control your powers." The statement tumbles out of my mouth and she blinks in surprise.

"You-you would do that?"

"Well, you are the first person to touch me when I'm in this form so take this as my sign of gratitude," I can feel a blush on my cheeks but thank the gods that I can't blush when I'm blue. Elsa smiles and squeezes my arm.

"Deal." We smile at each other and it's my first genuine smile in a long, long time.