Author's Note – I'm making a mental note to write stories like this more often. They're fun to write, and apparently I'm pretty good at writing them.

You guuuuuys... :)

Also, just a reminder, you are free to sketch, draw, paint, etc. Ignus if you want. Either by himself or with whomever.

UD and LovelySheree did it already, and the results look amazing. Just in case you haven't checked 'em out yet.

Just…letting you know.

If you want to.

…yup.

(TheStanfordExperiment is trying not to just straight-up ask to see art, because that'd be rude)

*ahem*

And now to finally close up this bad boy.

You guys are awesome.

-TheStanfordExperiment (who ended up being rude anyway)

What's Right

Aren had been losing sleep for the last couple of nights. Not that she minded. Time spent with Ignus was the only thing she had to look forward to on this blasted voyage.

For the past two nights Aren had snuck into his lonely cell and simply talked with him. It was a relief for both of them. Ignus was able to connect with someone while Aren could be herself.

"So they named you Aren after Arendelle?" Ignus asked one night, a bit surprised.

"My mother's in love with the city. My father often jokes that he'll always be second fiddle to her." Aren had answered, laughing.

They had talked about their homes, their childhoods as well as their families. Aren was shocked to hear about Ignus' tragic story, amazed that he had survived being chased by a notorious group of mercenaries. He had been through a lot.

She laughed at his stupid puns, and he appreciated her honesty and stories. She had listened intently as he talked about his powers and adventures, while she talked about how she had trained for years in combat.

The only thing marring their talks was Ignus' depression. As much as he smiled and laughed, Aren knew that he was suffering more than he let on. And Aren had to constantly battle the guilt emanating from her ability to free him and her refusal to do so.

And so, every night when she left, there was a silent and uncomfortable atmosphere as Ignus remained in his cell.

Ignus didn't blame Aren. How could he? He'd do the same thing for his family.

But Ignus knew he couldn't go to Dezertiz. And he knew he couldn't let Aren stop him.

And so he waited for Aren to come to his cell on the third night, a few hours before they were scheduled to land at the port of Dezertiz.

He sat with his hands on the ground as he heard the familiar clanking of the door opening. He tried to calm himself. Everything depended on Aren.

One way or another, he would walk out of here.

Aren put the lantern she was carrying down on a nearby chair and took off her helmet, allowing her hair to fly about freely.

"Hah! You have no idea how good that feels every time I do it, it's like taking off a tight belt-"

"Aren, I'm not going to Dezertiz."

The brunette stopped immediately, fully hearing Ignus. Yet she asked anyway.

"What?"

"I'm sorry. But I'm going back to Arendelle. And I'm going back tonight."

Aren felt a weight drop in her stomach. She had hoped Ignus wouldn't bring this up again…

"Ignus, I've apologized so many times…must we keep doing this?"

"No, no, you don't have to. I don't blame you."

Aren sighed. "Ignus, look…I know you love her majesty more than anything, but…I mean couldn't you try to make the best of the situation? You don't have to keep thinking about the past...about her-"

Ignus stood up, cutting her off.

"I don't want you to get in trouble. Your family comes first, I understand." Ignus said, seemingly oblivious to Aren's statement.

Aren blinked. "Uh-"

"That's why I'll be freeing myself." Ignus said, lighting his hands on fire.

Aren exhaled at the sight of Ignus' powers. But her skepticism returned.

"Those metal cuffs were made specially for you. You can't melt your way through them!"

Ignus breathed in a fake shaky voice. He had to make this seem authentic…

"Yup. True enough."

He raised a hand.

"But I can melt through my arms."

And he brought his hand down onto his opposite wrist, letting a hideous sizzling sound come out from under it.

Aren almost screamed. "Y-you crazy-! What are you doing?!"

"Getting out of these cuffs one way or another, Aren, and you may not want to watch this…" Ignus groaned.

He of course was in no pain whatsoever. Fire would never burn him. But as much as it killed him to do so, he needed Aren to go for the bait…

He let out a fake, muffled yell and added more juice to his fire. Aren's hands shot to her mouth.

"You-stop! Stop that! Just stop it!"

Ignus did not stop, finally giving her a full-fledged shout of pain.

He heard a clatter as Aren put the key into the lock of his prison. She ran over to him and put the key into his cuffs, releasing him. Ignus immediately backed away from her.

Aren was in horror of her actions, yet relieved that Ignus had not done the insane.

"You are totally out of your mind, you idiot! Your arm must be seared to the b-"

She stopped as Ignus looked at her with a guilty expression. Her eyes fell to the spot where his burning hand had made contact with his skin. Where there should have been horrific third-degree burns, there was hardly a singe.

Aren's mouth fell open.

"You…you weren't…you didn't…?!"

Ignus looked down. "I'm sorry."

Aren was silent.

Then she punched Ignus in the face as hard as she could, hearing a resounding "CRACK".

Ignus stumbled back to the wall, barely keeping his balance, putting a hand on his now-bleeding nose, healing it slowly with his magic.

"Y-you ASS! I talk to you for two nights, tell you my most precious secrets, keep yours, and you…lie to me?! Like I'm…like-"

She swung her fist at him again, but Ignus caught it this time. She struggled furiously against him, but Ignus didn't let go.

"You've ruined my family! The only thing that matters to me! You-"

"No. I haven't." Ignus said simply.

Aren stopped struggling and listened.

"Aren, I'm truly, truly sorry I had to trick you like that." Ignus said sincerely. "But I had no choice. I can't do my trick with cuffs on."

Aren looked at him furiously. "What trick?!"

Ignus looked at Aren as gently as he could. He knew he had totally betrayed her trust.

"I can…travel by fire. Instantly."

Aren's eyes widened in shock. She ripped her hand away.

"Then why didn't you before?!"

Ignus readied himself.

"Because…I didn't have enough fire in me to do it. I had to wait."

Aren's eyes shot open.

"You mean you were just playing me the last three nights?!" she shouted at him.

"No, please believe me, no! I treasured every moment I spent talking to you, I promise!"

"Like I can believe you now!"

"Aren, I-" Ignus didn't know what to say. "I mean it. And I'm really, really sorry."

Aren looked at him with nothing but hurt in her eyes. She looked away.

"I…I thought we could get through this together…this awful situation."

Ignus swallowed, feeling like a sneaky rat.

"I-I'm sorry."

Aren sighed heavily. Then she wiped her face and turned around.

"It's…okay. I can…forgive you."

Ignus almost did a double-take. "You can?"

"You love your family…you love her more than anything. You'd do anything to get back to them. Just like I would…" She muttered.

Ignus felt a pang of guilt.

"Aren, I-"

"No, no. It's fine. Just…"

She hesitated.

"Ignus, you could stay. Things could be different for you. You don't need to go back and…"

She stopped herself. She almost laughed.

"What am I saying…of course you do. You belong there."

She looked at him with an expression Ignus had only seen on one other woman.

"Just…I hope you make Elsa realize she is a very lucky woman."

The impact of her words hit like a cannonball.

Ignus felt like someone had just force-fed him a live fish.

"Y-you…I-uh…wait…" He spluttered like a babbling idiot.

Aren laughed. "You're such a dork."

Then she gave him a hug.

Ignus had no idea how to respond.

Then she let go. Backing away.

"Go. Do your…thing. Go back to her. Make her see some sense. Fix her."

Ignus had wanted nothing more than to do that for the last three days. And yet, now that he was completely free to do so, he hesitated.

"Aren…"

"Go!" Aren urged him, hearing the sound of feet above them.

Ignus looked at her one last time. Then he swallowed and nodded.

"I'll fix it for you too." He promised her.

Then he closed his eyes, tensed, and disappeared in a loud bang.

Aren quickly threw back on her helmet as other soldiers entered the room.

The captain looked at the empty prison. Then he looked at Aren.

"Soldier, what happened here?"

Aren was silent for a moment. Then…

"Sir, I'm sorry. He overpowered me and took the keys."

"And then he just disappeared, did he?" The captain said angrily.

Aren shrugged. "Yes, sir. I believe the Queen did not tell us everything there was to know about this man."

The captian said nothing. He saw the blood on Aren's knuckles from when she punched Ignus.

"Seems you at least tried to put up a fight." He said.

Aren stood straight. "Sir, it is my responsibility for allowing this man to escape. I will accept all consequences."

The captain was silent. Then he sighed and turned away.

"You're on this voyage, aren't you? Seems punishment enough…"

And he ordered the rest of the soldiers back to the upper deck.

Aren was left alone, staring at the scorch mark where Ignus once stood.

She sighed sadly. Not everyone got what Ignus had.

But at least she could experience something like it. Even just for three days.

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The citizens of Arendelle were under the shadow of a massive winter blizzard, looming above them like a massive ghost..

The storm that had once terrorized the kingdom itself had now climbed to the North Mountain and increased exponentially in size. Wind funneled around the mountain like a tornado, while snow fell like torrential rain.

Three squads of Arendelle soldiers had been sent to retrieve the Queen. They had since returned nearly frozen alive. They reported that the temperature had dropped to a point so low that it had been impossible to continue without suffering fatal consequences.

Kristoff and Anna were at a complete loss on what to do.

"We could scale the mountain from the bottom and avoid all the cold…" Anna said to herself.

"We'd be blown off the cliff by the wind." Kristoff said.

"We could bundle up with five layers of clothing!"

"We could bundle up with ten. It wouldn't be enough to withstand subzero temperatures for the length of time it would take to scale the mountain."

Anna whirled around. "Then help me think of something!" she shouted furiously.

Kristoff did not withdraw. He knew what this was doing to Anna. And it killed him to shoot down her ideas like this. But he was not about to allow Anna to get herself killed trying to reach Elsa.

"She just needs to see one of us! She needs someone with her!" Anna continued, completely beside herself.

"I know!" Kristoff shouted back, trying to get Anna to understand. "I know…but I'm not going to let anyone die trying to do that."

Anna's face collapsed from anger into pure, simple despondence. She lowered her head and slowly walked over to Kristoff, leaning against him.

Kristoff put his arms around her, laying his head against hers.

"Why'd things end up like this…" Anna whispered.

Kristoff said nothing. There was nothing to say.

He looked up to see another guard walking towards him. Kristoff silently gave him a questioning look.

The guard shook his head, exhaling.

Kristoff bit back a curse. He had been looking for the past few hours for the only person who could get closer to Elsa without freezing.

And now he was nowhere to be found…

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The wind along the North Mountain whipped like an abusive interrogator. The snow had piled up to well over three feet.

And it was into this lovely little climate that Ignus found himself landing into.

With a burst of flames, Ignus flopped into the snow, breathing hard. He had just traveled well over 100 miles in a second. It kind of took the wind out of your lungs.

The cold immediately snapped him out of his grogginess. Shooting up, Ignus shivered, shielding his eyes from the raging storm.

He stood up, seeing the full effects of the blizzard. Everything was completely frozen.

"Ah, Els, what have you done…" He whispered to himself.

He had not been in Arendelle for Elsa's first loss of control, but he had heard enough about it to make the connection. Looking up, he saw that the majority of the storm had converged around the peak of the mountain.

Her palace.

Ignus shook his head. She must have run there to prevent Arendelle from receiving the brunt of the effects of her grief.

Somewhere beneath his panic, Ignus felt a small tug of relief. At least she does miss me…

He looked down at Arendelle. It was covered in snow, but there was no sign of the storm the now raged at the peak of the North Mountain.

Anna must be worried sick.

Ignus felt more biting wind sting his exposed skin. He crossed his arms, trying to warm himself up. That 'burst' he had just done had devoured all the magic Ignus had been saving up for the last three days. He couldn't even make himself some new clothes.

So he did all he could. He began climbing the mountain.

His feet trudged through the huge pile-up of snow, slowly getting number and number. The temperature seemed to drop with every step he took.

C'mon, just don't think about it. Think about Elsa. How you're gonna walk up there and lose your mind at her for doing this to you. And then you're gonna kiss her like there's no tomorrow.

Ignus grit his teeth and kept walking.

He just wanted to see her again. He had spent the last three days fantasizing about her, thinking he'd never see her again.

Now he just wanted to prove himself wrong.

He clutched his jacket around him, pulling up his hood to provide some small protection. He trudged forward slowly, feeling colder than he ever had in his life.

The air in front of him was getting whiter and whiter. He wasn't even sure if he was walking straight.

He tripped over the snow and fell face first. Ignus lay there for a moment, the let out a frustrated groan.

He got back up to a kneeling position, looking at the mountain in front of him. He wasn't sure if he could do it.

But turning around was in no way an option.

Ignus couldn't feel his fingers anymore. He tried to get to his feet, but fell backwards, hitting his back against a tree.

Then Ignus realized something. He hadn't passed a tree…

Looking behind him, he saw a very large, white figure standing above him. His knees almost gave out with relief.

"Marshmallow!" He exclaimed in shock and ecstasy.

The giant snowman had a look of utter surprise on his face, but it grew into an elated smile.

"In'nus!" He growled happily, picking up his hooded friend and squeezing him.

Ignus could hardly struggle against him. He had little to no energy as it was.

"Okay…okayokayokay!" Ignus helplessly cried as Marshmallow nearly snapped his ribs. "Glad to see you!"

Marshmallow released him from what would have likely been a literal death grip and looked at him, holding Ignus in his hand like he was an action figure.

"Wherr…werr…you?" He asked.

Ignus sighed. "I…well I was sent away by Elsa."

Marshmallow's eyes widened. "Wwwhhyyy?"

"She thinks she's dangerous. To me." Ignus said.

Marshmallow considered this. Then his eyes flashed blue with determination.

"Sheee…rrong. Marrmallow came to eelp 'eeer…"

Ignus grinned. "Mind if I come with you? I think I can help her too."

The large snowman grunted in approval.

"Oh, and…I don't mean to rush you, but…this wind isn't doing good things to me." Ignus said in a slightly weaker voice.

Marshmallow noticed immediately. He nodded ferverently and held Ignus close to his chest protectively.

"Hoooold oonnnn." He drawled as he broke into a thunderous jog, crashing through the snow like it was harmless grass.

Ignus breathed in amazement at his luck. He smiled to himself.

Best. Friend. Ever.

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The storm had almost become alive as Marshmallow and Ignus neared the palace. It was completely hidden behind the furious, icy snow whirling around it.

Ignus felt like his entire body had gone numb. Marshmallow was fine, of course, but he could no longer run in the face of the relentless wind.

Finally, they reached the steps that led to Elsa's palace. Marshmallow looked at them carefully.

"Ccaaan't…walk." He communicated to Ignus, who understood immediately. The icy staircase would never hold his friend's weight.

Ignus patted him on the chest. "Don't worry, I got it."

He slid down from Marshmallow and stepped carefully towards the staircase. The wind pounded at him ferociously, like an animal snarling at an intruder to stay away.

Ignus almost growled back. "Like you can stop me." He muttered, almost deliriously.

He managed to get an arm on the stair's railing, slowly ascending, even as the wind nearly pushed him over the edge.

Then he heard a loud snap behind him. Looking back weakly, he saw the staircase begin to crack.

Marshmallow's eyes widened in fear. "Goooooo!" He shouted at Ignus.

Ignus didn't need any more advice.

He willed himself to move faster as the ice bridge collapsed behind him, chasing after him like a monstrosity trying to swallow him whole.

"Move, move, move movemovemovemovemovemooooooove!" Ignus hollered at himself frantically as he shuffled pathetically to the top of the staircase.

Reaching the final few steps, Ignus flung himself towards the doors, making a rather embarrassingly high-pitched noise as he did so. The bridge behind him fell into the chasm below.

Ignus slowly got to his feet, catching his breath. He looked across at Marshmallow.

"I'm okay!" Ignus called over.

Marshmallow waved back.

Ignus smiled a bit. Then he turned around at the large doors in front of him.

They seemed a lot more intimidating than when he first saw them.

He took a breath and pushed them open.

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The first thing Ignus noticed was how silent it was in the palace. The wind had stopped, allowing Ignus' nerves to thaw a bit.

The second thing he noticed was that the entire castle was completely white.

It wasn't like when he last saw it. Before it was a beautiful painting of blues, purples and violets.

Now it was just a stark, dead white. It was like all paint had been stripped from the canvas, leaving nothing but a blank nothingness, begging to be filled.

Ignus hesitantly took another step, taking care not to slip. He looked around, seeing nothing.

He didn't dare call out Elsa's name for fear that any loud noise would shatter the entire palace.

He walked towards the steps, ascending slowly. He shivered at the subzero air. If not for the feeble heat in his veins, he was sure he'd have severe frostbite.

Ignus had no idea what he was going to say. Or even how to react.

He reached the top of the staircase. There was another door in front of him.

Overtaken by a sudden and incomprehensible desperation, Ignus opened the door.

The room in front of him was similar to the one below: white, silent and frigid.

Aside from the lone figure.

Elsa was in the very center of the room, lying on her side. She was facing away from Ignus, arms hugged tightly around herself. Her hair was not braided in any way, flowing freely around her.

Her dress was the simplest Ignus had ever seen her create. And, like the rest of the palace, it was a pale white color. She was barefoot.

Ignus felt every shred of anger and hurt and bitterness he had felt towards Elsa evaporate on the spot.

For another minute, neither of the two moved, Elsa out of ignorance to the fact that someone was behind her, and Ignus due to his inability to move.

Then Ignus spoke.

"Elsa."

The words hung in the air.

Ignus saw Elsa make the tiniest movement, like someone had just poked her gently.

Then she slowly, gracefully raised herself to her feet. To Ignus, it was like she levitated herself.

She stood still, looking straightforward.

It was with utter stillness that Elsa turned herself to face Ignus.

Her face looked just like it always had, amazing blue eyes, a few adorable freckles, and her nose that was just a tiny bit smaller than normal.

Ignus felt his knees go weak.

Elsa was giving him the same look.

He saw a few tears form at her eyes. They were the only thing convincing Ignus that what he was looking at was not, in fact, a beautifully-made statue.

Time seemed to stand still.

Then Elsa's hands went to her mouth slowly and she let out a small sob.

It was all Ignus needed.

With more speed than he thought possible at the moment, he ran at her the same moment she did to him.

Years could have gone by. Ignus wouldn't have noticed.

He and Elsa were kissing with more passion than they had ever felt. Every regret Elsa had held within her for the last three days seemed to explode out of her with the love in her embrace. Every fear Ignus had melted with the heat radiating from inside him.

Finally breaking herself away from Ignus, Elsa choked back another sob and whispered, "-sorry, I'm so, so sorry-"

Ignus silenced her by kissing her again.

After another wordless minute, Elsa tried again. "I was-I was so stupid, and I-I-"

Her lips were silenced once more.

Elsa managed to pull herself away again. "W-wait! Just-just…I mean…" She was at a complete loss for words.

Ignus looked at her with the most intense eyes she had ever seen him give.

"Do you regret what you did?"

Elsa sniffed once. "S-so much."

"Then I forgive you." Ignus said.

Elsa felt her brain combust. "B-what?! Ignus I was, I was horrid to you! I was a…a…"

"I know." Ignus answered calmly, now kissing her neck.

"I mean I was…I…"

She leaned her head against him, moaning softly.

"I just don't want to freeze you…"

Ignus closed his eyes. The only thing in is mind right now was the fact that he was with her again. Absolutely nothing else mattered.

Elsa looked up at him. "Ignus, are you listeni-"

Ignus kissed her once again, simply because he could.

"I-Ignus, w-please just listen for a mom-"

"You worry too much." He said to her quietly.

She looked up at him.

"But…what?"

"You may hurt me. I may burn you. Who cares." He said breathlessly, holding her close to him. "I'm here now. You're here now. That's all that will ever matter to me."

Elsa's eyes widened.

"You're here. Nothing. Else. Matters." Ignus said, emphasizing every single word.

Elsa looked up into his eyes. His amber, comforting eyes.

And she felt her worries slowly dissipate, like the warmth Ignus had was clearing it away.

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him more.

The world outside no longer mattered to her. Nothing mattered.

It was just them.

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Elsa had no idea how long it had been since Ignus entered the room when she became aware of what was happening around her. They had simply held each other, sitting together in the floor of her palace.

Ignus looked up and around them, smiling. "Well, look at that."

The palace was slowly losing it's white tinge. Blue and violet sprang through the structure like rapidly-growing plants. Soon the only white in view was from the gown Elsa had donned.

Ignus noticed that the temperature had dramatically increased, now at a comfortably cool level.

He smiled at Elsa, who was sitting in his lap. "Feel better?"

Elsa sheepishly smiled. "That is a gross understatement."

Then she looked down, donning a melancholy expression.

"Ignus…I know you said you forgave me, but…well…"

"Well what?"

"I-" Elsa blushed a bit. "It was while you were madly kissing me like a wildfire. I thought it might have…you know…been in the heat of the moment?"

Ignus' eyes popped open as he gaped in glee. Elsa's hand shot to her mouth.

"You just made a pun!" Ignus said giddily.

"I…n-no." Elsa replied stubbornly. "That wasn't a pun."

"It absolutely was a pun!" Ignus laughed.

"W-focus here!" Elsa managed to say. "I'm being serious!"

Ignus stopped laughing, but he maintained a jovial expression.

"I did something…so wrong to you Ignus, and I know now that it was a stupid, pointless thing to do, but…can you truly forgive me so easily?"

Ignus looked at her for a moment.

"If it makes you feel better, I do feel somewhat scorned. But that doesn't mean I can't forgive you."

Ignus leaned back, exhaling. "I mean, jeez, Elsa, I'm just happy I'm actually seeing you again! I thought I never would..."

Elsa swallowed a pang of guilt.

Ignus kissed her forehead. "Els, we're always gonna have problems with…us. But…"

His thoughts traveled to Aren.

"Not everyone gets what we have. We can't just throw it away. Not even for each other."

Elsa looked at him,. There was a look of dawning understanding in her. Ignus smiled. She had gotten it.

"So are you ever going to do something like this again?" Ignus asked her.

Elsa looked down. "No, of course not…never again."

Ignus smiled. "Good to hear."

And he lit the end of his fingers.

The look on Elsa's face was priceless.

"Y-you…! Your powers!"

"Yup."

"But-but you..! With Fenrir and…I-I thought that-!"

"Uh-huh. How do you think I got back here?" Ignus said with a smirk.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" Elsa asked in bewilderement.

"Well…I wanted to surprise you. Turns out that was a bad idea…"

Elsa looked at him with disbelief.

"I mean, that too, but…at the beginning of our whole discussion just now! Why didn't you just say you got your powers back? That I don't have to worry about freezing you now?"

Ignus looked at her intently, then put a hand on hers. "Because that's not the point. It doesn't matter if my powers are coming back."

"Wh-of course it does!"

"No, it doesn't. What matters is that you know that I don't care how much you hurt me. And it doesn't matter how much you hurt me. What we have here and now, it…it's irreplaceable. It's not only possible if I have powers. We make it possible."

"We could spend the rest of our lives worrying about what comes next. I think it's more worthwhile to enjoy what we have now." Ignus finished.

Elsa felt like her heart would burst from the amount of love she felt.

She kissed him gently. "I love you."

Ignus tried to play it cool, but couldn't hide his blush.

"Love you too, Els."

Elsa smiled, laying against him in a rapture of relief. The nothingness that had consumed her before was like a bad dream now. Gone forever…

Then she bolted upright, almost clobbering Ignus with her head.

"Anna!"

She shot to her feet and paced around.

"Oooooh, my god what have I done to Anna?! What is this going to do to her?! I did it again! I shut her out! I shut all them out! How could I-"

She yelped slightly as Ignus picked her up from behind and carried her to her balcony, looking out over Arendelle.

Putting her down, Ignus pointed outwards.

"I think she knows you're okay now."

Elsa's jaw dropped.

There wasn't a shred of snow to be seen across the entire Kingdom. Where there had once been feet of the white stuff, now was grass and sunlight.

She then heard a grunt to her left. Following the noise, she saw Marshmallow waving happily at her from the cliff beside her castle.

Giggling, she waved back. "He came up here too?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't of made it without him, it got…chilly." Ignus said.

Elsa winced.

"I'm sorry…"

Ignus put an arm around her.

"I think you made up for it." He said, smiling.

Elsa looked out again in amazement.

"But…how did I do this? Last time I had to concentrate and-"

"Well…I don't know about you, but my world pretty much faded into nonexistence while we were kissing back there." Ignus replied bluntly. "Maybe you did it subconsciously?"

Elsa looked at him, with his handsome face lit by the sun. She smiled and put a hand on one of the red accents in his hair.

"Perhaps." She said, thinking it was more to do with the absolute warmth she had felt when Ignus came back.

Ignus grinned.

"So I guess we should go apologize to your sister now?" He asked.

Elsa exhaled in anxiety. "She's not going to be happy…"

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"Not happy" didn't even come close to covering it.

As soon as Anna caught sight of Elsa, she had literally knocked the Queen over in a tackle hug, sobbing hysterically. Then she had immediately pulled Elsa to her feet and given her a ten-minute tongue-lashing.

Elsa, knowing that she deserved every bit of it, had simply maintained a sad, apologetic look throughout it.

Kristoff, meanwhile, gave Ignus a relieved hug.

"Ig, we thought you were gone. Like, seriously." Kristoff said, letting Ignus go.

"Ah, come on." Ignus said, shrugging it off. "I can teleport. You can't ever get rid of me."

Kristoff laughed and nodded. Then his expression changed to shock.

"Wait…no you can't!"

Ignus grinned, lighting his fingers.

Kristoff's mouth fell open.

"You got your powers back!?"

"You'd better believe it!" Ignus in an excited voice.

Kristoff sighed, putting a hand to his eyes. He slid it down slowly, smiling contentedly.

"Things looked so bleak two hours ago." He said to Ignus.

Anna's yells of outrage had diminished into quiet sobs as she hugged Elsa, who looked close to tears herself.

"Do you think this'll happen again?" Kristoff said to Ignus.

"Oh, who cares. Live in the now." Ignus replied in a weary voice.

"Ha. Fair enough."

Elsa seemed to be convincing Anna of something, as the redhead's sobs slowly disappeared, replaced by a smile. They hugged again.

Ignus beamed. "Happy sisters once again." He breathed.

Then Anna caught sight of him.

Ignus paled. "Oh, dear."

He was nearly crushed in another hug from the pigtail-donning princess.

"You're back! You're not in some far-off place!" Anna cried happily.

Ignus patted her head. "Last time I checked, that's correct."

Then he remembered something.

He walked over to Elsa, who was still in her white outfit, thought she had since put on shoes.

"I need a favor." He said seriously.

Elsa noticed immediately. "Of course. Anything."

"I need you to recall a certain soldier that you sent to Dezertiz. And I also think maybe we should start looking more into the development of Arendelle's firewood distributors."

Elsa blinked, looking a bit confused. "Oh…well, of course I could. But why?"

Ignus smiled.

"Well…I like to clear up my debts."

Elsa looked at him with curiosity.

"Okay…should I ask?"

Ignus shook his head.

"Very well."

Ignus walked up to her and hugged her.

"What are you thinking right now?" He asked her. He was looking for a very specific answer.

Elsa contemplated.

"Not the future." She said, finally.

Ignus grinned.

"That's more like it."

END

A/N – Sparring Story Next.

Thanks to Radicool for basically single-handedly making me think of doing this story.