Author's Note – Hope you enjoy this little extra chapter. Thank you all for your overwhelmingly positive feedback on my story.
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-TheStanfordExperiment
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Extra Chapter 1 – Fit for a Queen
"Do your clothes ever catch on fire?"
"No. Well, only when I want them to."
"Did you ever cause an eternal summer like Elsa caused an eternal winter?"
"Not to my knowledge, no."
"Can you build sandmen?"
"What?"
"You know, Elsa built me, so why shouldn't you be able to create sandmen? There's sand in summer."
"I control fire. Sand is not fire, Olaf."
"So you can make fire people!"
"Something tells me people won't find them as appealing as a friendly snowman."
It had been like this for the past two hours.
Ignus had been walking with Olaf through the mountains next to Arendelle, traveling to Elsa's ice castle. Truthfully, he'd have preferred Kristoff or Anna showing him how to get there, rather than Olaf and his endless jabbering. But they were still on their honeymoon, and of course, he couldn't let Elsa know he was headed up there.
It was Elsa's birthday tomorrow. And Ignus had spent the last two weeks trying to think of a good gift for her.
It hadn't been easy. She was a Queen, after all. The bar was set pretty high.
He finally had come up with a good idea. However, he would need some very special material. And so, he threw on his jacket, gave Elsa a good excuse for leaving for the afternoon, and asked Olaf to take him to the Ice Castle.
And now, about half a million questions later, he wondering if the consequences were worth it.
"So, how exactly does the fire work?"
Ignus looked weary as he turned and asked, "Huh?"
"Y'knoooow, how do you shoot it? How does it work?"
"Um…I don't really know. It's like flexing a muscle. I just point it and…"
He shot a small burst of fire out of his hands.
Olaf jumped and excitedly chased after the fire, which disappeared quickly.
"Aw…"
Ignus raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. I guess Elsa has that certain quality over me. He magic lasts more than two seconds."
Olaf nodded, thoughtfully.
"Are we almost there?"
"Hm?"
"Are we almost at the castle?"
"What castle?"
Ignus stopped.
"The castle…" He tried not to sound aggravated, "That you are leading me to…"
"Oh, I'm just kiddin', you silly fire person! We're nearly there."
Ignus put a hand to his eyes, rubbing them. He really hoped Elsa liked his gift.
After another half hour, Ignus finally beheld the castle, still in all its gleaming glory, as he remembered. He smiled. It reminded him of Elsa.
Well, duh. Why wouldn't it?
Shaking himself, Ignus walked up to the side of the castle and began inspecting the walls. He had a puzzled look on his face.
Olaf noticed. "What's up, lemoncup?"
Ignus gave him an utterly baffled look, then shook his head and looked at the Castle again.
"I need to use this ice for Elsa's present…but I can't figure out how to get it…my fire won't burn through it. It's different from her usual ice…more powerful."
Olaf looked at it and scratched his head, almost pushing it off his shoulders.
"Maybe you need to kiss it."
"I m-wait, WHAT?!"
"Think about it! This stuff was made by Elsa. Elsa's face gets hot when you kiss her. Thus, if you kiss this ice, it will too get warm and melt!"
"There is, literally, not figuratively, not a single shred of logic in that stateme-"
"Sssshhhhhh." Olaf put a hand to Ignus' mouth. "Don't flap your lips at me. Embrace the ice, my friend." He said in a suave voice.
Ignus plucked the hand off his face. "I'm not kissing the ice."
"It's the only way. You must confront your fears!"
"Wh-I'm not even scared! I'm using my brain!"
"Excuses! Kiss the ice!"
"No!"
"Do iiiit!"
Ignus' eyes lit up dangerously, pointed at the snowman.
Olaf's arm fell down comically.
"Perhaps we shall find a different solution."
"Yeah. Let's do that."
Ignus went back to trying to melt the ice.
Olaf plopped down next to him and stared as he worked.
Ignus grew slowly more frustrated. "This just isn't working…this ice is something else entirely…"
"Maybe it's because she was so happy when she did it?"
Ignus looked at the snowman. "What?"
"Elsa told me when she built this castle, she was completely free, and just happy. And that was made her ice so strong and beautiful."
Ignus listened this time.
"So…then it can't be melted…" His face fell a bit.
Olaf shrugged. "Well…maybe if you were super relieved or happy, your fire would change too."
Ignus' forehead furrowed. "Hm…"
Olaf encouraged him. "Go on! Think of something that made you reeeeally happy! Or relieved. Or both!"
Ignus sighed. It was worth a shot.
He thought back hard. He remembered his first kiss with Elsa…that was definitely one of the happiest moments in his life.
But if he was honest…
He remembered when he was in the alley after he escaped from the burning building. He recalled how Elsa soothed him and removed his hood. He no longer was hidden. He had a face. He was human.
It was the biggest rush he had ever felt.
That'll do.
Ignus let the experience fill his mind and body, remembering the feeling as he stepped out of the shadows for the first time in over a decade.
And he tentatively lit his fingers.
His eyes shot open wide as he saw that his fire was now a shining, golden color. It sparkled brightly as it danced at the end of his hand.
Olaf stared at it too, his mouth widening in a gasp. "Woooooooow! That's amazing!"
Ignus smiled at the snowman. "You said it."
He reached towards the ice. Before he even came close, he saw the ice begin to steam and melt away.
Ignus grinned. "Bingo."
Olaf's head almost bounced off his body. "It worked! You're a genius!"
Ignus looked at the snowman in confusion. "Uh…that was your idea, buddy."
Olaf seemed puzzled.
Ignus exhaled. "You are something else, you know that?"
Olaf giggled. "Oh, stop it, you."
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Using his newfound fire, Ignus had created a concentrated flame that neatly cut off a cube of magical ice. It remained frozen, and Ignus was sure it would stay that way unless his own golden flames burnt through it.
As he and Olaf walked back down to the castle, Ignus had newfound patience for the scatter-brained snowman.
Upon reaching the castle, Ignus quickly hid the piece of ice before meeting Elsa to explain his whereabouts.
After kissing her goodnight, Ignus went to his personal room in the castle, picking up the ice on his way.
His room had been remodeled. It was now an orange-red color, and had bold designs on the walls. His sword and equipment were on a stand in the corner. Ignus couldn't help but notice that they were collecting dust.
Certainly not a bad thing, Ignus thought contentedly.
And under the disguise of the night, Ignus went to work on his gift.
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Elsa had tried to plan something small for her birthday. While she was much more comfortable around others now, she still was a bit uncomfortable at large parties.
Unfortunately, it seemed like the entire kingdom wanted to wish her a Happy Birthday.
Throughout the entire day, person after person left her a present, a few of them suitors, who had given her lavish items, such as rare perfumes and jewels.
Ignus had not been amused.
As the last few citizens finally left the castle, Ignus walked up to her with two presents.
"Ignus…you really didn't have to get me two…" Elsa said, a bit overwhelmed.
Ignus looked at the presents and back at Elsa. "Uh…oh! No, no, these aren't from me. I mean, I have a present; it's just not these. These were sent from Anna and Kristoff."
"Oh." Elsa beamed as she opened the gifts.
Anna had nearly come back for her birthday, right in the middle of her honeymoon. Luckily, Elsa had convinced her that she'd have many more birthdays, but Anna would only have one honeymoon with Kristoff.
So, Anna and Kristoff had settled with sending Elsa an exquisite bouquet of flowers, and some fancy chocolate from Corona. Elsa was overjoyed.
"She's so sweet…" Elsa said, looking at her gifts.
Ignus smiled at her, trying not to look nervous.
He cleared his throat. "So, uh…I said I had a present for you…"
Elsa looked back at him, smiling. She had tried not to be expectant, yet she couldn't help but feel excited at what he may have gotten her.
Ignus walked up to her, his hands behind his back. Then he held out one of them, presenting Elsa's gift.
Elsa's hands shot to her mouth, her eyes shining.
Ignus had in his hand an absolutely gorgeous ice carving in the shape of a rose. She recognized it as her own ice, gleaming brilliantly. It looked as real as it could, and she noticed it seemed to be glowing from the inside.
"That was also me." Ignus said, picking up on her notice. "I threw in some special fire in there. It'll never go out. Thought it would make it look prettier." He said, rather sheepishly.
Elsa couldn't speak. Ice and fire, coexisting in a single object. It seemed impossible. And yet here it was.
Ignus was worried by her silence. "I mean, sorry about taking it out of the castle, it was the only place I could get the ice without you knowing."
Elsa looked up at him, a teary smile on her face. "I love it. I absolutely love it."
Ignus looked stunned for a second. Then he grinned back. He looked like he was ready to high-five someone.
Elsa rushed over to him and kissed him passionately, showing him how truly thankful she was.
Ignus opened his eyes a bit and saw Olaf in the hall, waving at him and winking. Ignus winked back.
Totally worth it.
End Extra Chapter
Coming Soon…
Legends are reawakened.
A new enemy will rise.
Ice will freeze over fire.
Love will be tested beyond measure.
Ignus and the cast of Frozen will return in…
INITIUM MAGICA