Chapter 14:

Return to Berglia

"So let me get this straight. In order to get your sister back from a dragon, who is somewhere on the vast peninsular/island of the "Lands North", you want to seek help from the guy who tired to both take over an entire kingdom, and the rest of the continent by using the said sister as a weapon, and he was willing to let a pregnant woman die, that being you, to get it. And this is assuming he won't lead us astray or something more horrible?"

Wes chased Anna down the hallways of the castle while. She was on her way to the shipyards, where Kristoff and the others were making preparations for the journey. Upon hearing that Anna was looking to recruit his insane half-brother Lars to lead them there, Wes couldn't help but get the uneasy feeling that he was the most sane person in the room for once.

"Yep" said Anna, not even bothering to turn around as she pushed open the main castle doors, entering the courtyard.

"But that's insane. You can't trust him, and this is coming from a blood relative... wow." He stopped once they stepped outside. Wes took notice of the damage brought on by the dragons. The cleanup effort came to a halt. It was still a few hours until sun-up, and everyone was exhausted. Anna, of course, couldn't sleep even if she tried. "This all happened in one night?"

"Yes" said Anna with a sullen voice.

"Man. Must have been some battle. Wish I was here for it..."

"No you wouldn't!" snapped Anna. She turned around, forcing Wes to stop in his tracks. "People died here Wes. Family died here!"

Wes shut up. He didn't put on a serious face often, but now seemed as good as time as any. "Who?" he asked solemnly.

Anna looked down. "Pabbie... Grand Pabbie died."

Wes could only look down. He never met the troll in person. He knew about him after questioning Kristoff on his relatives. He thought it was weird at the time, to be raised by trolls, and it did explain the smell. He envisioned him as a Papa Smurf kind of guy: Old, wise, and having all the answers. "Sorry" he said solemnly.

Anna sighed. "It's OK. Not really, but, well..."

"Yeah, I get it" said Wes, meaning it.

Anna shook her head. "But if he were here, he would say something along the lines of "the living come first" or something. And right now, my living sister has been kidnapped, and I have to find her."

"But with Lars' help?" said Wes, snapping out of his serious mode. "I mean, yeah he knows how to get there, but is it worth the risk? Are you sure your elf friend can't find his way back?"

"You were there before. Was it easy?"

"I slept the whole way..." Anna raised an eyebrow. "What? I hate long trips. Besides, I usually just get to where I need to go in an instant via me transport capsules."

"Well, those capsules won't get us there... I know, that's the first thing I tried."

"Yeah, pain in the butt. I don't know why, but every once in a while I come across a location that blocks these things. Talk about limited coverage."

"Aw, gee" said Anna sarcastically. "Guess you'll have to take the long way like the rest of the world."

"I know!" Wes whined.

"Oh quit whining! Come on. I need to talk to Kristoff before we go to Berglia."

"Dang it! I hoped you forgot about that!" Wesley reluctantly followed with raised shoulders. Then, he looked up. "Hey, what's with the snow? I thought it was July?"

Anna took a reluctant Wes to the docks, with Olaf and Sven trailing behind. The city was in disarray, with the citizens scurrying about, buying up supplies, preparing for the worse. The immediate threat may be gone, but given the snow had yet to stop, no one was taking chances. With the queen gone, Anna feared panic would take root. She began to wonder if the snow was any indication as to Elsa's emotional state.

Finally, they reached the docks. Kristoff was coming off one of the boats as bags and boxes of supplies were being loaded on. He waved to Anna, noticing Wes with them.

"Ah, I take it you're helping us then?"

"Against my better judgment. The snowman failed to mention my specific role..."

"I forgot" said Olaf.

"Oh, sure you did!"

"So you think you can convince him?" asked Kristoff. "More importantly, do you think you con convince him to not try anything?" he asked, dreading the whole plan altogether.

"Well, let's see...

1: Lars has been known to go low. Like, really low. And I think you know how low.

2: He's got his agendas, and an agenda behind that agenda and another behind that. And he's never let anything, and I do mean anything get in the way of those agendas.

3: He's smart. Like, like really smart. I can't even count the books and scrolls he's studied. He's a learned man."

"You mean educated" corrected Anna.

"No, it's learned" said Wes.

"I'm pretty sure it's educated" insisted Anna.

Wes smiled, shaking his head. "Wow. And people saying I'm no good at grammatically."

Anna went to open her mouth to point out the horribly phrased sentence, but Kristoff just covered her mouth with his hand, shaking his head. "So, you're saying this is a horrible idea."

"Without putting too fine a point on it, yeah."

"But" said Anna, stepping around Kristoff. "Is it possible that you could get him to cooperate?"

"Um, yeah. Here's the thing... I'm partially responsible for him being in that prison."

"But you're brothers."

"So were Cain and Able."

"Oh, that's just one example..."

"King Richard and Prince John, Claudius and Hamlet, Mufasa and Scar..."

"OK I get it!" snapped Anna. Then she became sincere, pleading even. "Wes, listen to me. Whatever bad blood you have with Lars, and despite the fact that he is evil, he is in fact Elsa's only chance. If there were any other way, I would take it, but there isn't. Can you at least try to persuade him? Please?" Anna asked pleadingly.

Wes just shook his head. He looked down, frowning slightly as if in deep thought. For a brief moment, he looked conflicted. If Anna didn't know any better, she would have said he was afraid to see Lars.

Finally, Wes spoke. "Well, since you ask nicely, I guess I can give it a sho..."

"Thank you!" said Anna, wrapping Wes in a death grip hug. Wes's eyes nearly popped out of his head as she squeezed him "Thankyouthankyouthankyou..."

Wes tried to push her off, but was surprised by her vice like grip. He couldn't even say anything, not without air in his lungs. Finally, having seen Wes's face turn blue, and his scrambling arms and legs trying to break free, Kristoff intervened.

"OK Anna, I think he gets it" he says as he pats her on the shoulder.

"Huh?" she asks. Then she sees Wes's blue skin. "Oh gee! Sorry!" she says as she finally lets go. "Are you alright?"

He took a deep breathe. He grabbed his throat, coughing dramatically, then fell to his knees. "Good Lord woman!" he takes another breathe. "Do you take performance enhancing drugs or something?!"

The trip to Berglia was much shorter than last time, thanks to the teleportation capsules. Kristoff, Anna and Wes went alone, while Jase and the others finished loading the ship with supplies. They appeared right in the middle of the courtyard in a puff of blue smoke. It was still night out, though the sun's rays could be seen inching over the horizon.

"Well, here we are!" said Wes. "Pismo beach, and all the clams we can eat!"

"Really?" asked Kristoff.

"Hey, it's not too late. Just a left turn at Albuquerque and we feast."

"Wesley, you do remember why we're here, right?"

"Yes, hence why I want to go anywhere else."

Two guards rushed out from the castle gates, holding their spears up and ready. "Halt, who goes..." they stopped, recognizing their faces. "Princess Anna?" one of the guards asked.

"Yes, and Prince Kristoff and Mr. Brawnstone" said Anna.

"He he, Prince" muttered Wes in a low voice. Kristoff held back a groan.

The two guards immediately bowed their heads out of respect. "How may we be of service?"

"We need to meet with King Gideon, please" said Anna. "It's a matter of life and death."

The guards were quick to escort the trio into the throne room while they sent a third guard to wake the king. They waited in the throne room for almost ten minutes before a set of doors were pushed open. The first to greet them was not Gideon, but his younger, ice wielding sister.

"Oh my gosh!" Princess Kira squealed, unable to contain her excitement. She was still in her nightgown, too excited to even think about changing into something more presentable. "Anna!"

"Kira!" Anna said in the same excitement. They both ran up and hugged each other, jumping with happiness.

"Puh, women. They never grow up, do they Wes..." said Kristoff, crossing his arms. He turned, seeing Wes licking a lollypop he pulled seemingly out of nowhere. Wes looked up.

"What?" he asked. Kristoff just rolled his eyes.

"It's so good to see you again Kira!" said Anna to Kira.

"I haven't seen you since the wedding!" she said. About a year ago, Gideon was married to Lady Merissa, a noblewoman from a province north of Berglia. It was bittersweet time in their lives. While they celebrated the addition of a new family member, they also lost one in their mother's passing a few months prior. At the very least, she got to see her long lost daughter again.

"How's Matthew?" Kira asked.

"Oh he's just fine. Giving me a run for my money as usual. How are things here?"

"Oh, everything's great." She looked over to Kristoff and Wes. "Oh my gosh, you're here too?!" she said.

"Oh, now she notices us" Wes muttered.

"Hello Kira" waved Kristoff.

"Oh, I have some exciting new to tell you all, but I think Gideon and Merissa would want to be here."

"Oh, Ok. I guess we can wa..." said Anna.

"I'm going to be an aunt!"

"What!? Aaaaaah!" Anna squealed in astonishment. "Oh, congratulations!"

"Thank you! Oh, so many happy things going on!"

"Yeah... right" said Anna. For a moment there, Anna forgot her troubles. She remembered the night she had had, and the reason they were here.

Kira heard the tone in her voice. "What's wrong?"

Before Anna could answer, Gideon and his wife, Merissa, came into the room. They had the decency to dress accordingly; Gideon in his suit with corresponding medals, and Merissa in a light blue dress. "Princess Anna" greeted Gideon. "Prince Kristoff, Mr. Brawnstone, welcome back. It's always a pleasure to have you."

"Hello King Gideon" Anna said, bowing slightly. "Congratulations!" she said to both of them.

Gideon looked to Merissa, then to his younger sister. "You told them, didn't you?"

Kria smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."

Gideaon sighed. "It's alright."

"Thank you" said Merissa. She was a black haired woman, older than Anna, but younger than Elsa. it was still early, but she did have a light bump on her belly.

"So" he yawned. "What can I do for you at this hour?"

"Yeah, sorry for waking you up, but..." Anna paused.

"Something happened in Arendelle" continued Kristoff.

Ten minutes passed as Kristoff and Anna relayed what had happened not more than a few hours prior. It was a bit overwhelming to say the least. News of Klydrun spread soon after his identity was revealed, so the elf and the troll wasn't too hard to grasp. It was the fire breathing dragons that blew their minds.

Kira looked petrified; an attack, and a kidnapping. Her friends deserved no such thing. "Where did they take her?" she asked, referring to Elsa.

"We don't know" said Kristoff. "Except that they took her to the Lands North. That is where we need to go now."

"But the maps were lost" noticed Gideon.

"The maps, yes... but there is still one who knows the way by memory."

"Who" he asked.

Kristoff hesitated to answer. He looked to Anna, then back to Gideon. "He's in your dungeons."

It took Kira two seconds to process who they were talking about. Her eyes widened as horrid memories filled her head. "No!" she nearly shouted. "No, that's not happening!"

Gideon looked to Kira, then back to Anna, baffled by their request. "Are you mad? Have you forgotten what that man did to us? To you?"

"I remember" said Anna. "If there was another way, any way, I would take it. We don't have a choice."

"You can't let him out!" said Kira.

"Kira, wait" said Merissa. "Let's think this through..."

"No!" Kira shouted, snapping at her sister-in-law. "No he is supposed to stay locked up for the rest of his life!" She took a breathe. "That was the end of it."

Gideon stood still, conflicted with the facts presented before him. He looked at Wesley, who had remained silent behind Kristoff and Anna. "Don't you remember anything about the time you were there in the North? How to get there?"

Wes stood still. There was tension in the room, and he wasn't a fan of tension, unless it was purposely annoying someone he didn't like. Anything he said could result in more tension. "Uh, well, not really..."

"Even if he remembered part of the way, one wrong turn could get us lost forever" said Kristoff. "Gideon, I don't like this. I was against this from the start, still am, but every second we waste here is another second Elsa spends in the enemy's hands. We need Lars to navigate."

"He's not leaving that cell!" said Kira in a surprisingly stern voice. Just a few minutes ago, she was ecstatic to see her friends. Now, she was shaking her head. The room grew slightly colder now.

Gideon felt the drop in temperature. He immediately rushed over to his younger sister. "Kira, Kira calm down" he said in a cool voice.

Kira noticed the room growing cold. She felt the magic stirring up in her, but was too distraught to give it much thought. She took a deep breathe, then tried to calm herself. Instead, all she could see was years of brainwashing. Years of lost childhood while a madman experimented on how to better control her, to better push her powers beyond their limits.

Gideon reached out and held her shoulders. "Kira, are you alright?" he asked. The room grew colder, and ice began to form from her feet out onto the floor. Anna was used to this back home, but noticed Elsa's panic attacks usually had much more dramatic outburst of magic. Where Elsa would cover the room in frost, Kira merely frosted the floor by her feet, with the room growing only slightly chilly.

Kira took a few labored breathes. She kept her eyes low, focused on her ice. Seconds pass, and the ice vanishes, dissolving into nothing. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." She looked at him, still with that stern, cold voice. "Gideon, you can't let him out again."

"Kira..." he paused. "Kira, they have no choice..."

"No, no there has to be another way. There's always another way." She was looking at him with pleading eyes now.

Gideon sighed. He shook his head. "Not this time I'm afraid, not when time is of the essence." Hearing this, Kira turned her head.

She then shook her head. "Fine" she said sternly but silently. "Fine go ahead" she said, showing little emotion. "Watch what happens when you do" she said coldly." She then turned and left the room, walking rigidly over to the one of the side doors leading into a hallway, slamming it shut.

Gideon turned back around and faced Anna and Kristoff. "You can go speak with him. If you can convince him to lead you, take him."

Anna nodded. She understood where Kira was coming from, and Gideon for that matter. "She didn't mean what she said" he finished.

"I know" said Anna. "And thank you."

Lars's predicament had changed little in the four yeas he had been incarcerated. While the other prisoners were able to bathe and at least have the ability to request books to alleviate the boredom, Lars was given no such privileges. He was still in the very clothes he was in when he was thrown in that cell. Neither did he receive visitors, though no one wanted to see him anyway. He was not even given the companionship of other prisoners, as he was in a solitary cell in some deep, dark place of the prison. His only luxury was a small barred window.

Still, he somehow kept his sanity by meditating in one spot, his legs crossed and his arms outstretched to his sides. He found escape by diving deep into thought, where time seemed to fly by. Though this wouldn't keep him sane forever, it bought time for when he knew for sure he would be receiving visitors. That time had now come.

He heard the doors open up the stone staircase. It was too early for breakfast, so he allowed his hopes to rise. Coming down the staircase first was his usual guard, followed by Kristoff, then by Anna, then further behind by a nervous looking Wes. They found Lars on the floor with his legs crossed in a meditation stance. He smiled.

"Well, it's about time you guys paid me a visit" he said with a sly smile. His dark red beard was almost twelve inches long now, and his hair was long and wild. Kristoff and Anna didn't say a word. "And my brother too? Finally came to pay your only kin a visit?"

Wes gulped. "Hey, Lars old buddy old pal? How's it hanging?"

Lars showed now emotion. "Going mad. Thank you for asking." He didn't even look at Wes. Wes just stepped back, showing the rare emotion of nervousness. Kristoff glanced at his hand, noticing that he was shaking slightly, and his eyes were looking around at anything but the cell in front of him. Real emotions were hard to find on the comical character, and this was the first time he noticed a lack of confidence in this man. "So" Lars continued, "where's your queen? I'm predicting she is just up those stairs."

"Elsa's not here" said Kristoff sternly. Lars raised an eyebrow. "She was taken by a dragon."

Lars leaned back for a second, opening his mouth slightly. "Fascinating."

"Oh stop living it up!" spat Anna. "We wouldn't be here if we didn't..."

"...Need my help to guide you to the Lands North?" he said, finishing Anna's sentence. Anna and Kristoff looked on in surprise. Lars then pushed himself off the floor, standing up straight with his arms folded behind his back. "I figured you would need my help sooner or later. The Lights out my window have been putting on quite a show, don't you think?"

Anna's eyes widened. "You, you know about the Northern Lights?" she asked, surprised.

Lars snickered with a grin. He took a quick look over to the wall of his cell, gesturing Anna and Kristoff to look over as well. When they did, they saw that it was covered in words, carved in stone using crude instruments. Upon reading them, Anna grew angry. It was the same prophecy Jethro and Marge showed them just the day before, or was it two days now?

"You knew!" she said. "You knew about the prophecy!"

"I know many things" said Lars, turning his back towards them. "I have studied these sorts of things for a long time now..."

"You planned this!" said Kristoff angrily. "You knew we would need to go North, and you kept it to yourself! For your ticket out of here!"

"Planned this?!" Lars spat, turning around to face them with a stern glare. "You think I planned for my ship to be burned and my crew dispersed! I almost had it all! I almost had everything! And it was that!" he pointed to the prophecy on the wall. "...that that took all that away!" he looked to Anna. "Your sister was strong, yes. Did I believe she was the one this prophecy referred to? No! I would have never picked a fight with fate! Only fools choose such battles!" he then looked away. "In the end, I was the fool. Choosing to be blind when my own crew knew she was too powerful to be just another ice wielder. Had I listened to them, I might be in a very different place right now."

"Oh boo hoo!" said Anna mockingly. "We can care less that your maniacal plan failed! All I care about is finding my sister and bringing her back!"

Lars looked at her. He laughed. "So, you too wish to pick a fight with destiny?"

"Elsa is not some... prophesied savior, alright? She's just the Queen of Arendelle and my sister. That's all she is and that's all she ever wanted! Now are you going to help us or not?!"

Lars stroked his beard. "For freedom, maybe."

Anna shut here eyes. "You know we can't give you that."

Lars smiled. "Then come back when you can give me that. Otherwise, you can kiss your precious sister goodbye."

"Lars" Wes said suddenly, taking a timid step forward. "Hey, come on man" he said with less then half his usual confidence. "Maybe there is something else we can give you? Maybe a fresh set of clothes?" he sniffed the air. "Or a bath?"

Lars stood up. He glared at Wes, who remained motionless. "So that's it then? You've decided to turn honest on me? You like your new friends better than me? Huh? Your own brother!" he snapped.

Wes remained still. He narrowed his eyes slightly, glaring at Lars. His timidness gave way to emotion, specifically anger. Neither the prince nor princess ever saw such an emotion in him before, and it was odd to say the least. He twisted his neck, cracking it. He took a deep breathe, then said to Anna and Kristoff over his shoulder "Can we have a minute? Please?"

Anna and Kristoff looked to each other, shrugged, then nodded. "Alright" Anna said. "Five minutes." Anna, Kristoff, and the guard at the door left, closing the solid iron door with a loud bang.

Thirty minutes passed. Anna and Kristoff waited outside the door patiently, hoping Wes could work some kind of miracle.

"Maybe we can just force him to go" said Anna. "It's not like he has any rights right now."

"He'll probably get us lost on purpose if we force him" said Kristoff. "Actually, there's a good chance he will do that anyway."

"Not if he gets lost too."

"The guy has nothing to loose Anna." Kristoff crossed his arms. "I don't know what we were thinking. This is just a waist of time."

"And what's the alternative?" Anna asked, crossing her arms.

Kristoff sighed. "I know. I know." He then turned around, pacing the hallway. "It's a bad choice. I know it's our only chance at getting her back, but it's a bad choice."

"You think I don't know that?" asked Anna. "The guy left me and Matty for dead. If there's anyone who should be afraid of having him lead the way it's me." Anna closed her eyes. "This is just a crazy night, and thing's are moving so fast..." she stopped, pinching her eyes to keep from making a scene.

"I know" said Kristoff. He went and hugged his wife, pulling her close. "I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." He patted her back. "And we will get Elsa back."

"You think so?" she asked.

"I know so. It'll be a sinch. This is, what, the fourth time now?"

"Yeah... wait, four?"

"Yeah, I know right?"

He stopped when the doors opened up. Out came Wes, calm as could be, with no hint of any emotional reaction to his and Lars' conversation. "Oky doky, he's on board."

"What, really?" asked Anna. "Just like that?"

"Yep! All he wants is a fresh pair of cloths.. oh, and some Charles Dickens to read when he gets back, but other than that, he's agreed to go back to his cell."

"So, that's it?" asked Kristoff. "You managed to convince him to go on a dangerous mission for some clothes and a few books?"

"Hey, I'm a master of persuasion."

Anna sighed in relief. "Wesley Brawnstone, you are a life saver!"

"Oh, it was nothing. I mean sure, I had to bring up some issues buried so deep in my subconscious that I forgot they existed, but thankfully my super ego's got a hardware store full of shovels, so all's well!" Wes grinned, hiding all traces that something was wrong, though his twitchy eye gave them cause of concern. "Anyway, I suggest we give him a bath first. Woowee does he smell bad!" he said, waving his hand in front of his nose.

"Awesome!" said Anna. "So, we're going back upstairs to see Gideon. Meet us back up their with Lars in ten minutes, got it?"

"Oky doky!" said Wes, giving a mock salute. "You can rely on me!"

Ten minutes passed, and Anna and Kristoff were ready with Gideon, Merissa, and about two dozen guards in the throne room, awaiting Wes and Lars. They noticed that Kira wasn't here.

"Thank you again" said Anna. "I know this isn't easy."

"There's no need for that" said Gideon reassuredly. "There is no favor to great for our friends in Arendelle." Anna and Kristoff nodded with sincerity. "I'm only sorry Kira won't be able to say goodbye."

"Is she alright?" asked Anna.

"Oh, I'm sure she's fine" he said. "This is just, hard for her. For a while, she has been able to put away the idea of his very existence. This has, stirred up some memories in her."

"I understand" she said. Just then, Two doors opened up, letting in four guards. They were followed by Wes, then by Lars. He was given a bath, and a half descent haircut. His beard is not only half length, and his hair seemed significantly shorter, but still longer than most men's. He was given a simple shirt and pants, nothing fancy or special. he certainly smelled better. He was led with hand cuffs around his wrists, and four additional guards behind him. Gideon pulled Merissa back, but the guards stopped just before them. The lead guard took Lars by the shackles, then handed him to Wes.

"He's all yours" he said. Wes nodded. Instead of grabbing some chain, he simply walked before Lars, who followed without having to be told twice.

"Ready?" Wes asked as he pulled out four capsules from his shirt pocket. Anna and Kristoff picked theirs up, then Lars picked one up in his hand. Anna and Kristoff bowed to Gideon and Merissa, and they did likewise.

"Good luck" said Gideon.

"Our prayers will be with you" said Merissa.

"Thank you said Kristoff. Then, one by one, they crushed their capsules, vanishing into a puff of blue smoke. Lars shot Gideon one last look, then vanished, followed by Wes.

Gideon searched for his sister in her room, the kitchen, and the hallways, but found no trace of her. The last place he checked, her favorite place, was where he found her. The castle gardens hadn't been the same since Kira returned. Where before were more traditional flowers, hedges and lawns, Kira converted it into a little project area of sorts, where she potted plants, grew fruits and vegetables, and even had a little aviary of birds and animals she rescued. Not exactly something a princess took to, but no one dared to tell her otherwise. Call it disdain for being inside all the time, she relished every moment in the fresh, free air.

Gideon walked through the raised beds of carrots, beans, tomatoes, and various other edible plants, along with some small fruit trees and flowers. He passed the shed where she kept most of her pots, dirt and shovels, but it wasn't until he found the little aviary when he finally saw her, hunched down, petting a young orphan fox. In the early morning, the exotic birds began chirping, flocking around her, waiting for breakfast. Two rabbits and a skunk too came out from hiding. Her head was down, and he noticed her shaky hand petting the fox, and a tear running down her cheek.

"They look hungry" he said, hoping to start out on a light note.

Upon seeing him, she immediately darted up, wiping a tear from her red eyes. "I wasn't crying!" she immediately said. "I, uh, I was just... someone cut an onion."

"Hey, it's alright" he said. "I understand."

Kira frowned. She looked down, then sat on the ground. She wrapped her arms around her curled legs. The young fox then curled up next to her feet. "No you don't" she said. "How could you?"

Gideon now sat down one the ground next to her. "Alright, so maybe I don't, at least not fully. I do understand what pain that man has caused this family."

Kira shrugged. "I guess so." She wiped her running nose with her sleeve. "He's not in that prison cell, is he?" Gideon nodded. Kira sighed, and then remained quiet for a minute. "Listen, I'm sorry about acting up earlier, in front of our friends. I didn't mean to treat them like that, really."

"I know that, and I think they do too."

"I mean, Elsa's been kidnapped... I hope she's alright."

"I hope so too" said Gideon.

"I mean I just... I don't know. You know I couldn't sleep the first few months coming home, because I thought, if I dropped my guard, he would come back, and take me away again, from my home."

"I know" said Gideon.

Kira contemplated on her next choice of words. "It's like, I had to know, I had to reassure myself, every night, that he was still in that cell." She paused. "I even had a guard check in on him every night, just to make sure he was locked up. I thought, well I guess I forced myself to think, that as long as I always knew where he was, that I would be safe. And now..." she stopped.

"Now you're not so sure where he is?"

Kira shook her head. "I'm being selfish, aren't I?"

"No you're not. You're angry. I understand that, and they do to."

She sighed, burying her face even further behind her crossed arms, only her red eyes showing. "I owe them, and I yelled at them. I couldn't even see them off, or wish them luck or anything."

"Kira..."

"I wouldn't be here if it weren't for Elsa. None of us would. And when she needed our help the most, I refused."

"You didn't refuse."

"Only because you made that decision for me!" Kira almost shouted, more at herself than anything. "You had to step in and do what I couldn't. Don't you see, I'll never be free of him. I'm still his prisoner. Even when he's not here I'm afraid of him." Kira looked down, closing her eyes. "I need to know that's he's not unaccounted for. I need to know where he is, that he's not going to sneak up and take me again."

She paused for a minute. She sniffled. "I, I just want to be alone right now."

Gideon nodded. "Alright." He got up. "If you need me, or Merissa, we're here to listen if you want to talk, alright?" he said. Kira nodded. With that, he left quietly, leaving her with her animals.

Kira was alone now, with her thoughts. The birds now landed on her shoulders and her head, but there was little they could do to cheer her up. The more she tried to reassure herself that Lars wasn't going to take her again, the more she found herself worrying about it. It grew so unbearable, and yet there was nothing she could do about it.

Or was there?

Wow, that was longer than expected!

It's been a while since I wrote Kira, and given how she was pretty much controlled in the last story, I literally had a ton to fill in on her character. First off, she had to be different then Elsa, especially since they had the powers in common. I decided to go along a tomboyish angle with her, though not to a large extent. I haven't really seen that used heavily in any other princess, so I figured I give it a spin. Defiantly more character building in the future, and boy do I have some bits and pieces of her personality to show.

See you later. I currently have another commission done by Comickergirl, aka Sarah Leuver, but that scene has not come up yet, and won't be until a few more chapters, so I'm going to wait before posting it on my Tumblr. I'm really excited about that scene and can't wait to show you all!

Thank you all who have followed and reviewed! I really appreciate the feedback!

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