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"Frozen Again: 'Love Never Ends"
Act VII
Chapter 28
"Tenerity"
Sensing and seeing and hearing the danger quickly ascending, Elsa, Anna, Gerda, Kai, Alonso, Olaf and Boninite scramble to activate the final mirror piece to merge into place over the approximately three foot by three foot vulnerable area left in the Snow Palace floor.
They each see through wide, terrified eyes the Devil Troll on his speedy batwings racing to reach his clawing hand up through the still wide open gateway above.
Fear grips each heart as in a slow motion of words and movement all about the Throne Room, they all look to the Ice Queen to do something to stop the awful tragedy.
"Please dear Lord, help us finish this puzzle in time…" In this moment of her greatest need, Elsa's deferential soul was replete with Yearning to be that responsible protector, devoted ruler, and shining light she needed to be to stand against this darkness about to be unleashed upon the unsuspecting earth she longed to defend.
As the letter of 'Y' is reflected in the glowing final mirror she was cryokinetically floating over its puzzled place, Elsa of Arendelle's rapidly thumping heart rings in her ears.
It was filled as it never had before with devotion for her land, her people, her kingdom and all she cherished to be spared from the dark energy that she herself experienced the bitter wrath of. That is, until that fond yearning of love for country, family, and lover freed her broken heart in utter open tenderness.
But the vengeful Devil Troll still had other plans, as his evil claws reach up to slash at the Snow Prince who ripped his endless power source of the Fire Trolls away from him. Infuriated more than ever, the Djævlen rises upward at incredible speed becoming monstrous in his fiery fury more than ever before reflected in the red flames of hell in the corner of the Ice Queen's startled eyes.
Her Sir Jorgen Bjorgen puffin plush falls down the chasm from where he was tucked in her ice dress' heaving bosom in her haste. Elsa's ice magic was doing all it could to keep that last vital mirror piece away from any of the rising Troll King's stray blasts from destroying it.
"Hans!" In her fear, Elsa calls out the name of the real-life 'knight' she has come to rely on, both heart and soul, as she watches the black and white yarn toy who meant the world to her once upon a time, disappear into the dark abyss.
And there he was, rising out of the ashes like a gloriously gorgeous red phoenix, her gallant knight Prince Hans Westergaard racing up the chasm towards the mirror surface in pursuit of the Devil King Troll.
The Prince of the Southern Isles fearlessly races upward all glowing in a sparkling aura upon a magic flying Carpet to courageously stand on the side of righteousness in this tense battle. To stop this monster from harming his love whose sylphlike silhouette the valiant prince felt was near, Hans was ready to grapple the creature with his bare hands if it came to it. He would do whatever it took to stop the evil threat looming ever closer before escaping into the bright world that belonged to his Queen Elsa of Arendelle.
"Kristly!" Anna wails when she spies her injured husband coming up over the rise, all bloody skinned, raw and scorched as the Snow Queen's desperate spirit madly reaches her snow magic down into the chasm pit.
As Hans was on the Devil King's tail keeping him distracted, the Spirit of the Winter was able to lift the reindeer and his ailing rider right past the Djævlen. With the tenderness of a mother's touch of gentle breeze snow drifts, she accelerates Sven with Kristoff on his back up to the surface to deliver into his young wife's worried arms.
"I will cherish the old rugged Cross, 'til my trophies at last I lay down. I will cling to the old rugged Cross, and exchange it one day for a crown." The musical little Pixie embraces her young man with the sweet healing song she recalled her dear Mama singing over her own worst bloody booboos, growing up wild.
The Snow Queen's tender cool winds sweeping around while Anna's engaging hymn permeated his heart not only alleviate some of Kristoff's intense burning pain, but also bolsters Elsa to complete the final puzzle piece in her ice magical hands as well.
With Anna and Kristoff, her parents and her friends, the Snow Queen, Ragi, Olaf, and also the man she loved in the backdrop of her heart, Elsa closes her eyes for a moment of love's tender brilliance where the Yearning ice mirror puzzle piece spins through the air until it was at last ready to rest in the correct position for placement on the floor.
"Elsa! It's coming closer! You have to hurry!" Vigilant Alonso, as the Queen of Arendelle's new watchguard, was perched near the side of the chasm hole beside a waving armed, frantic Olaf.
The worried snowman was chewing nervously on his own carrot nose as he too peeks down into the last unsealed top of the fissure.
"'Our Father, Who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven…'" But when little Gerda and Kai grip hands tightly and begin to pray the Lord's Prayer quietly at his side, a stirred Olaf watches even Alonso's soul be touched enough to bow his head and join in with his Spanish language version.
'No nos dejes caer en tentación y líbranos del mal.' ('And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.')
"'For Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever and ever.'"
"Amen!"
That's when a smiling Olaf enthusiastically adds in his favorite part of every Arendelle church service, the rousing finishing touch 'Amen' to the holy words that instantly granted the anxious snowman peace.
Heartened by the prayer and Kristoff's encouraging smile up at her, Anna pauses in her song to give her sister one more optimistic smile and hopeful nod from where she was kneeling on the mirror, cradling her Kristly's bare-chested severe burns to heal in her songful arms.
"Elsa! You can do all things through Christ who strengthens you!" But as Anna utters the name of the Lord of Heaven who crushed all the demons of hell with His triumphant Love, the incensed Djævlen lets out an angry vengeful screech.
"RR-GGHHMMM!"
That was soon followed by a targeted blast of his rancid fire breath at Anna and Kristoff, both vulnerable near the chasm opening.
SZZT! SZZT!
"Stay away from my little sister!" The protective, powerful Queen of the Ice peers into the frightening hole, her eyes steeling more with indignation than fear, as Elsa sends a thick blast of blizzard force gales to stop and intercept the fiery attack on Anna, instantly putting out the flames.
That crisis averted, the Ice Queen then directs a volley of frigid fractals to stall the Djævlen's ugly visage from ascending further.
But the wily quick Devil Troll easily avoids her cryo-attack, his reaction time reflexes honed over the many millennia he had existed to see beforehand of what would be dangerous to him on his swift bat wings, newly developed since last he had battled with another Winter Queen.
But with all his targets and goal for world domination so close in sight, the greedy devil didn't account for the just as cunning, but conversely driven by love, not hate, redheaded Prince of the Southern Isles.
Swift as the cutting wind, Prince Hans comes racing up from behind on a Magic Carpet that could accomplish death-defying top speeds in the blind spot of the Djævlen's rearview mirror…
He produces from inside his Sjoforsvaret naval jacket the enchanted French mirror in hands that were prescient enough to grab the mystic item from where it had been floating midair in the Throne Room earlier. With the mystic enchanted mirror Hans and Anna together had conjoined through their mutual great love for Elsa in his hand, the fearless, quick-witted and expert in battle Dane stands tall upon his Magic Carpet.
Erudite in his calculations, Vise Admiral Westergaard deftly steers Carpet so the small, fancy French style silver mirror frame would be struck at just the precise angle with his Ice Queen's fierce attacking blast that had squarely missed the targeted batwing-ed Devil's erratic flips and maneuvers before.
Or did it?
As if strategically premeditated with his lover, Prince Hans catches Ice Queen Elsa's focused cryo-blast that missed the sneaky Devil Troll with this beautiful enchanted mirror to now strike out at the beast where least expected.
And through his glowing ice pendant and similarly cryo-enhanced ring, magic dynamism charged Hans channels that ice energy to reflect Elsa's pure energy up at the Djævlen's unprotected backside…
Z-ZZAPP!
With the unanticipated full power ice blast from behind, the exposed, no longer regenerative Djævlen Troll King is hit pretty severely. It's bovine lower half legs, bent in nature, are flash frozen solid, proving to slow down the airborne Devil Troll who ruled the shadows just before he could reach his ultimate goal of entering the world above.
"Cursed mirrors!" The malevolent Djævlen rues the day he ever became dallied with the implausible glass endowed by the Author of the universe to reflect back the majesty of His divine creation, if just to glimpse their own beauty that reflected His image when they walked in His light.
The Devil Troll is temporarily frozen in place, suspended mid-air despite his black bat wings flapping fiercely to break free of the heavy ice weighing the wicked sprite down and backwards with gravity he fights against.
"Shove that up your bad ass patootie, you ugly batdevil! Whew! Never knew a mirror could do more than display my stunning good looks!" Handing the silver mirror to a clapping and chortling, profile a-gloat Flynn Rider, Prince Hans then draws his fireproof naval broadsword and Elsa's charged energized ice blade in both his ambidextrous arms as Carpet silently races upward.
The next moment, the Danish Prince aloft Eugene's boldly flown Carpet, engages the Djævlen in battle as Hans plunges Elsa's ice sword straight into what should have been the heart of the shocked evil being, running the Djævlen straight through his instantly freezing innards.
However…
"Ha, ha, ha! I have no heart to pierce, foolish human! YOU CANNOT KILL ME AS YOU WOULD ANOTHER MORTAL! I AM IMMORTAL! YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME!" But to everyone's horror, this ancient evil Djævlen lived too many long and wicked millennia to let the empty, heartless - indeed soul-less - cavity inside his purely immoral, iniquitous being to be pierced by such a measly human's pitiful act of heroism.
Even if the fiery Devil Troll was slowly being frozen from the inside-out by the damnably powerful sword of this new Ice Queen stuck into him by her sleek, faithful soldier, his cruelty was yet able to reside inside his dark perpetual body without a beating heart. Cackling, the Djævlen tauntingly vowed to still be victorious.
After all, the depraved creature of death recognized that all he must do to rule and achieve his desired power was shatter the mirror that reflected all the virtuous, tender emotions of this rebellious new Queen of the Winter's heart before it was consolidated.
And that would end this futile, righteous insurgence against his natural order once and for all, and he'd be forever free of her deep freeze …
"Embrace my raw power again, Elsssa, and sssee your true beauty flourish! I promissse you will be the only Queen of thisss world, the only ruler where no one can tell you what to do, or who to be—now at my ssside for eternity!" So close to the surface he could be seen clearly from above, the vicious snake-eyed Djævlen hisses, using his deceitful mouth of temptation one more time to throw off the Ice Queen from placing that final mirror piece full of Yearning and hope for the future into place.
And the falsehearted Troll King Djævlen reaches his slowed, but persistent black claws millimeters closer to penetrate the light of Elsa's mirrored soul…
But the undaunted fencer of a handsome Prince would have none of it on his utterly devoted watch over his Queen Elsa's chaste heart.
Prince Hans now wields his now fireproof naval broadsword as he swiftly and expertly approaches the wicked Devil Troll King after it had phased higher with the last of the dark energy, to claw to smithereens the almost finished, still vulnerable mirror of Elsa's fragile heart above.
"GRRR! GET AWAY!" The Troll King hisses vehemently, turning his repulsive sneering head an eerily 270º around to spit acidic vile bile in Hans' thankfully Genie-wish-endowed, incombustible face.
"Elsa! Please remember the genuine meaning of Eternity! The one that comes with God's true Forgiveness and real Love, not this devil's false lies!" Prince Hans quickly recovers from the acid attack and earsplitting scream in time to speak wisdom to his lover's heart.
"…ETERNITY…" As the devil's penetrating, raspy voice grips her in fear, Elsa did hear his temptation of ruling power for eternity.
But, she listened to her dearest Hans' sweet golden voice reminding her of what the bona fide meaning of Where and When and Who, 'Eternity' signified.
Queen Elsa Bernadotte, all at once, knew inside of herself that true Heavenly pledge called 'Eternity' was made by the One who would give all those who believed in Him eternal life forever in His glory. And like music ringing gloriously in her head, all the letters of the mirror Ice Queen Elsa controlled reverberate in a rejoicing chorus to swirl around in her mind.
Eternity…
The Gift from God's unconditional love sacrifice of His Son Jesus on that Cross some eighteen hundred years ago, emblazoned in her unclouded mind, heart and soul...
"You will leave my Queen alone from henceforth, foul monster, or you will have to deal with the likes of me!" With a leaped slashing run upward that defied gravity, an aggressive Prince Hans silently comes out of the blue from behind and deducts the Djævlen of the entire left side of his sheered off bat wings.
"EEERRRRAAARRGGGHH!"
Undeterred by his ringing ears affronted by the evil menace so audibly groaning nearby in agony, Hans was incensed that his future bride was once again attempted to be seduced and assaulted mentally before his eyes.
But the composed in battle Dane skillfully keeps his temper and his equilibrium to remain afloat on the shaky Carpet where Eugene was holding on for dear life to steer and steady poor Rugman.
"Ooh, that'll clean out the old earwax! I think you gone made him mad now, Sideburns!" Flynn shows his verbal bravado, though his eyes were rolling around in his woozy head that was glad to have a thick fur lined hood over it.
"NOOO! MINE!" Giving a gluttonous, feral screech that deafened Hans and Eugene's ears again to pull back as his affronted ghoulish innards begin to freeze from the inside out. But the ancient creature of darkness personified still refused to concede his greedy avaricious world conquest.
The Devil Troll's shadowy appendage, just within reach of his target, extends beyond all physics to clutch one groping claw up through the open small space of the yet unsealed mirror, with the knowledge that a single penetration into the world above, with corruption and evil of sin and decay, still lurking beneath the new Victorian era of morality, would instantly melt the ice to shatter that blasted mirror and reinvigorate power into the Devil Troll King forevermore to reign…
"Elsa? We're here for you!" Princess Anna runs up to her sister at the edge of the reconstructed mirror to tug on Elsa's arm.
Anna didn't have to say any more words. Her evocative eyes filled with emotion told her platinum blonde sibling everything that needed to be said.
Elsa froze in place at the sound of Hans and Anna's voices, almost completely stopping her work in replacing the final puzzle piece that hung mid-air.
Full of yearning to truly be free, Elsa gazes from Anna to Gerda to Kai and Alonso and Olaf and finally down to Hans' sparkling green eyes she knew were shining somewhere beneath in that dark chasm fighting for her.
"Everything? You mean I'll have everything I've ever wished and wanted? Everything I've ever longed for?!" Elsa responds, starting out calm but ending in a fevered crescendo by the end of her desperate words, making the Djævlen feel he still had an edge into her weak subconscious.
"Yes, yes, my queen! You'll have it all! The entire world will be at your feet!" The Devil Troll latches on, tempting her in any way he could to gain her great power once more in his final throes of deceit.
"I already have it all! Not only that, but the BEST—my family, my friends, my God! You must think very low of me indeed that you would even think I'd fall again for your lies—and the emptiness and despair you're offering! I've learned to embrace so much more! It's only the likes of you, Devil Troll King, who I desire to be at my feet!" With both fervent passion and soft tenderness of a warm heart in the face of the Devil's relentless claws and treachery, it was now the Ice Queen's chance to turn the tables on the ugly Djævlen Trollden.
"The only Eternity I want to be part of is the one freely offered to all of us sinners by Christ the Lord! My loved ones have shown me that love so clearly. So I reject you from my kingdom, and my heart—forevermore!" Eyes full of heartfelt tears and determination to be her true self, unafraid and strong, Queen Elsa makes the bold declaration as the controlled frozen temperature plummets between her and the devil, but never again in her warm heart.
"Grrr. That accursed name!" With a stunned, thwarted growl, the recoiling Devil is forced to contract his claws at this faithful woman's fervent avowal, fortified by the powerful name of the Lord of Heaven who conquered death itself once upon an Eternal time.
The ice magic Elsa now mastered surges in her elegant fingertips as her handsome prince closes his eyes and willingly devotes back the half portion of cryokinetics she trusted to invest in him earlier, to give the Ice Queen full wintry authority at her disposal.
In total control and with true purpose, a glowing Elsa then meets each trembling eye in the room and below it with a smile of genuine gratitude, tender camaraderie and above all, everlasting Love.
The lettered mirrors suddenly explode in multicolored hues of the rainbow, another of God's promises sanctified so perfectly in the assurance of the next rising sun.
Elsa, her sister's hand in hers, her eyes on those of her true love Prince Hans, who had called her from the darkness into the light, and her awakening heart grateful to God, finally realized that she had been blessed with magical ice powers so that on this day, she could put the final piece of that broken mirror puzzle back into place and help save her kingdom—and the world, from a demon.
Elsa affixes into place in the grand puzzle glowing with aurora borealis energy and holy grace to spell 'eternity' once more, the last sweet letter of 'Y', replete with 'Yearning' for Heaven-sent loving compassion and tenerity, which the blood of Jesus Christ offered with His unconditional love the same today as He did almost two millennia ago.
The shunned back Devil Troll begins to shrink physically as well as he lets out another scream of devilish proportions in his defeat. Pure hatred burning within him had been the only thing keeping the Djævlen from freezing due to the ice sword that Hans had embedded directly in his unsightly chest.
His putrid claws that were just about to angrily penetrate the ice, bang at the completed mirror that was now unbreakable even from his wrath from below, now that the Ice Queen and the Snow Queen had joined forces together with their family, to have the peace of love in their hearts at one with their eternal bond under the love of God.
Before the lopsided Devil Troll could conjure up another suitable retaliation, Prince Hans brandishes his naval broadsword to cleanly slice off the other vane of the destructive creature's wings.
As the Djævlen plummets, between the Snow Prince robbing him of his dark fire troll crystal and subsequent non-regenerative energy loss; his body, forged of flame and magma being eaten up by the frost within as well as the deathly wounds the Dane's sword strikes had cost from without; and finally Queen Elsa's fervent rejection of his wanton advances with her Mirror of Love borne of Eternity and built with tenacity, begins to shrink in size and physical volume.
The Troll King's screeches grow smaller and smaller as its voice – spewing pip-squeaky threats of doom, now almost laughable - mirrored that puny toy action figure sized form that finally hits the ground floor hundreds of meters below within a dusty cloud thud. The ice heavy, evil Troll King monster's shrunken, tiny infinitesimal being had been fully frozen into a hideous heap of a broken and battered pile of pieces of an unrecognizable dark creature lying on the subterranean cavern ground far, far below.
"Ewww! That looks painful. Get rid of these, Kid, before they wreck my Carpet." Leaning over to peer down to the cavern floor below as Carpet descends to where the shrunken devil had landed in a plume of ice and smoke dust, Eugene comments derisively. He disgustedly kicks up the greenish bile and blood spilt wing that had dropped upon Carpet when Hans deducted it from the Djævlen King.
"Yes, but…where will be a safe and secure imprisonment for this fiend to never escape to the surface again?" Hans, ever responsible a leader and visionary protector, looks from Eugene to Carpet and back down to the minuscule Devil Troll who had been utterly defeated, with its innards frozen so not even a little fire could be created in the place where a heart never existed.
"Oh, sure." Saucy Eugene sarcastically comments to the Carpet he was leaning in like an armchair. "We just happen to have a mystic bottle to cork in the all-powerful Devil Troll in our back pockets-Oh." The thief instantly regrets his snide remark in the heat of the moment that spoke more truth than he cared to admit.
With a sigh and an over-dramatic opening of his side pack leather satchel, Flynn Rider was rather loathe to produce the magic lamp he had invariably become attached to hanging onto.
From one master thief to another's keepsake kinda thing to look back on in his old age, right?
"I seem to remember a part of the whole groovy Genie lamp legend where an evil sorcerer monster got himself trapped within here once." The expressive grimaced older man begrudgingly interjects after a few moments' deep contemplation passes between the good-looking pair of brothers.
"I reckon I used my one wish up on some handsome redheaded kid, AKA 'the chosen one'. And believe you me, I tried to trot a few more rubs of the ole lamp out since that extremely selfless offering. No dice. But maybe it's lucky cosmic magic is not done with you yet, Sideburns. You've got a serendipitous penchant in you I envy. And like the old lady said:" Eugene refers again to his memory of that rather unforgettable whittler woman.
"'If they have unlocked this foretoken lamp, their connection is strong, to the chosen one whom the final wish of the Genie belongs.
Travel to a mysterious land in search of the treasure, in order to embrace the true worth of a heart beyond measure.'"
Flynn Rider repeats the old Scottish witch's incantation in a spooky mimicked voice of the elderly woman's translated foretold prophecy of the magic lamp.
"So, here ya go, Lillebror. Knock yourself out and take all my worldly goods." Bewailing treasures un-enjoyed, Eugene Fitzherbert again shows the better man in him to toss Hans the brassy foretoken lamp that granted the precious wish which made this battle victory over a fire controlling monster even plausible.
"Is it possible?" With a share of doubt on his handsome features as he catches another magic item thrown in his path, Prince Hans accepts the lamp with Carpet's vociferous nod of approval.
The three watch in awe as its brassy metal begins to glisten to a true gold at his touch and mists of blue and purple and golden magic swirl around, living up to its legend.
"Damn! Why didn't it do that for me!?" Eugene complains, his thieving eyes sparkling at the amazing lightshow. Then he gives a wide-eyed Hans a brotherly smile. "Go on, Kid. Your turn to shine."
Hans smiles gratefully to the older man who had become not only his brother, but the dear human friend (Sitron being his only other friend) Hans never had.
"Genie! Grant my wish to seal this evil Devil Troll away from ever invading this world again! Please, to keep my Elsa safe from harm." The polite gent in Hans adds the small yet poignant reason of his pure heart's wish.
And the Genie of the lamp, whatever form he took, wherever he was in the universe, being phenomenal, was so moved by such a selfless plea, to permit one extra emergency wish…
It stirs with unfamiliar bluish smoke puffs when this second selfless magic wish activates the Genie's lamp. The mini Devil Troll King screams and squalls its squeaky voice and even further miniature size to match, until the shouting epitaphs and curses Djævlen shrinks into the Genie's lamp in Hans' hand that his big brother caps tightly and quickly.
"Itty bitty living space!" Flynn triumphantly declares with a punishing smack and jiggle to the shiny gold lamp they had bottled the Troll King within, making an elated Carpet clap enthusiastically at the memories Eugene's uncanny words inspired.
"Well done, young Princes. You have proven yourselves valiant knights worthy to stand beside the Queens of Arendelle and Corona to strengthen them as leaders of their nations on life's journey. Prince Hans, you have within your heart the capability to captain the great voyage beside Ice Queen Elsa, who is destined to be my successor someday." The Snow Queen's ominous, yet encouraging words, now that the Djævlen Troll who had been her ancient arch enemy and adversary for millennia, had been at last defeated soundly, were able to speak through her spirit scrying hologram in Hans' enchanted mirror.
The original Queen of the Winter once again could speak on the cool winds even beneath her Snow Palace's reinstated Mirror of Reason, now enhanced to become the Ice Queen's Mirror of Love, too, that protected the world above from the darkness below.
"I will thank you gallant soldiers to now ensure that this tormentor will never assail our lands again, nor any other peoples of this world, God willing. Now you have ingeniously trapped the Devil Troll within that magic casement, you must bury him deep below the perpetual ice I have sustained in Antarctica. Its sub-zero cold temperatures will continually dissolve any fire in that furthest corner of the world, where no one will be tormented by his deceit again." The Mistress of the Winter begins to instruct the proficient Danish Prince and his brave older brother to transport the sealed Genie's lamp with the rock solid, ice frozen Troll King within, currently incapacitated, to bring to a place so distant and uninhabited that no one would ever uncover him there again.
"I will take you to a small and uninhabited island in southern Antarctica that maintains -128°F temperature, even in the summer months. It is called Lake Volstok, and it has been embedded in ice for many layers since time began. The lake has fire inhibiting moisture with its tremendous pressure under the packed snow of deep water and solid ice. It is situated underneath several ice caps in which trapped gases created an ice cage of sorts called a clathrate that would be perfect to house this pyro, shadow-phasing creature who will exist as long as there is darkness in the world. Though within that magic lamp he is currently dormant and restricted as long as no one opens its lid, it imperative for the Djævlen to be physically transported there to ensure this wily evil sprite will be forever encased in the ice prison to never again escape. At least not until the end times which the Bible predicts. But between that blessed time, I will come to establish a new Snow Palace to keep guard over the Devil Troll here in the deepest part of the South Pole. My Ragi will often be present, alive now that he has a new mission to lead the freed Fire trolls and integrate them into troll society for as long as the Lord lends my Wind Whisperer to me." The Snow Queen speaks quite openly with Hans, sensing he had a greater place in the entire scheme of life than even the ambitious 13th in-line Prince of the Southern Isles ever imagined.
"And now, after seeing her immense power and majesty of the snow and ice, I am certain Queen Elsa will be able to take on the role as the new Queen of the Winter, as I am, after countless millennia, in need of rest. But this time, she will reign with God's peace and truth in her stable heart that the Winter wonderland will peacefully mirror, along with my mature Snow Prince to monitor the environment up here with his father's abilities of nature. Together, she and I, as caretakers of the North and South Poles, will better be able to maintain God's wondrous gift of this beautiful season's weather, and keep it perfectly balanced with ease as we will have one another to rely on. With yourself and Ragi at our sides, Prince Hans, I know this new Mirror of Love will shine brightly for a very long time to come." The Snow Queen smiles in the reflective mirror face, her momentarily unsteady heart as sure and full of reason as ever it was. Perhaps even more so with the knowledge of her northern counterpart's great love that owned a stability to have created a far more powerful mirror seal with a depth of love that would not again be easily tainted.
"On my honor, and my great love, I vow to stand by my Queen always, to uphold and exceed all your wishes in her best interests, your Majesty." With the serious weight of the world on his thin shoulders, Hans nods to the ancient woman in his mirror with all the assurance he could muster.
But why does a simple, pitiful, sinful boy such as I deserve to be the mate of the Queen of the Winter? Hans gulps with a doleful staggered smile upon his gorgeous face at the magnitude this all meant for him.
As for an un-phased Eugene, he gives the pale blonde a less respectful thumb's up in the background.
"Yep, and I got my Lillebror's backside all the way, Snow Queenie. Her Legginess has got an A+ hero here in Sideburns, who'll stick to her like a wet tongue to her slinky ice –" The comely rogue says with an hourglass shaped gesture of his hands, then a familial wop to the shocked redheaded younger prince as lewd Eugene hooks his leather satchel at Hans hip belt, donated genie lamp and all.
"Storbror! Umm…ahem…thank you..?" A mortified at the crass analogy Hans chuckles nervously. Although, his indefatigable elder brother did succeed to lighten his somber mood.
The Danish Prince pauses in his runaway anxious thoughts to seek inner calm, to step back and clear his racing mind for a few moments to review what had occurred since he returned to her land.
His squinting green eyes alight upon where the Devil Troll King's incredibly frozen shrinking form had fallen. A bewildered Hans stoops down to pick up a singular item that certainly did not belong in this dark, smoke-filled, dirty cave's misbegotten ashes.
Or maybe it was brought there to remind Hans his Elsa had chosen him to be her new hero.
The Danish Prince smiles inwardly at the Lord's hand in the grand scheme of this all as he brushes off the now dirt and grime soiled, as well as stuffing exploding from ears and cheeks, small plush toy.
The little puffin yarn toy his Elsa had let go of in the exchange of fire and ice battle that magnificently took place at the precipice of the Throne Room above was here winking up at the redhead through the darkness.
In introspection, he tenderly strokes his fingers through its dingy yarn, titian colored 'hair'.
Hans couldn't be more pleased in how his Ice Queen comported herself in the fierce battle, with stability of mind and body in dire circumstances akin to a militarily trained general. But more than that, Elsa Bernadotte showed the tenderness of a gentle soul with a great heart for her people to halt this threat with her deep love.
So with an open smile, Hans dusts off Sir Jorgen Bjorgen with a small salute of self-deprecating mockery, makes the silent pledge to relieve the battered and torn yarn knight of his duty where he, Sir Hans Westergaard, would be instead from here on in, as his Lady Elsa's chivalrous knight errant in shining armor.
"Your Majesty, after we deliver this reprobate ogre to his Antarctic prison, what is it concerning this you wish I should tell min ædle Elsa and her father, King Agdar, when I return to Arendelle?" Hans asks in confiding whispers to the ancient Spirit of the Winter who was imparting so much future information to the intelligent young man, he recognized that it was not all that wise to lay this on the ingénue Queen of Arendelle all at once so quickly before she was ready.
"Just that I am pleased Queen Elsa has chosen you, because your love is worthy. Have no anxiety, young Prince Hans, for your future together is a bright one. You and she will live your days in Arendelle and her North Mountain Ice Palace, as well as in your own beautiful estate down in Holsteinborg, as normal young lovers. Just when the time is right and she feels in the years to come that the moment is at hand, with your love and support, Queen Elsa will rise like the break of dawn and finally take on the role of this hemisphere's Winter Queen, as she was born to do on the day of the winter solstice. I have no fear that God will use her heart's tranquility to easily maintain the cold season's beauty. Under His magnificent plan of love, you two will mature together as leaders of Norway to guide your people in peace." And with that important, yet heartfelt message, the Snow Queen's spirit in the mirror slowly phases through the enchanted mirror glass.
On Bae, the ghost reindeer revitalized by the aurora borealis, like an ethereal wave, she floats down the cavern shaft towards where the Fire Trolls were liberated under Kristoff's mapped direction.
"I must join my dearest Ragi now and cherish every moment I have with him as we join my Wind Chime Boy and his Queen in Svartisen to ensure the black ice is sealed off completely to any straggling shadow creatures." The large old reindeer and the Snow Queen's translucent spirit begin to drift towards the cave shaft's opposite direction.
"Remember, I, as the Spirit of all Winter, will always be near, on every cool wind and bell and windchime, if I am needed, with my son to keep us connected. But with your Ice Queen's loving, tranquil heart to share nature's frozen control with mine in the Northern and Southern Poles the Creator placed in our rule, our hearts will never be overwhelmed again. So at last we both can find peace and rest in its beauty. Tell her how grateful I am to finally have a blessed ice magical sister to rely on." The Snow Queen speaks even as she fades from view on a hilled whispered breeze that flows through the catacomb.
"I will." Hans promises, his hand tight around the ice pendant at his neck, held over his heart full of such warm sentiment for his girl, that the Dane didn't feel the cold emanating from it any longer.
Only his darling Elsa's presence so intimately close to him.
"Now that's a statement and a half. No pressure, huh, Handsome? But it sounds like you finally found your place of your own, right where you're wanted in this world, eh? I have to admit, I do not envy you. It's a doozy! Just like the place I've already discovered for me in my handful of sunshine back home in Corona. God, I hope Rapunzel will be all right to have those babies without me there! But we've got a lot of work here, burying that nasty piece of Devil King proper down under the ice cap 'clathrate', or whatever the hell Snow Mama called his ice cage! Plus we have to get those Fire Troll rebel little fellas all set up in a new land above ground, huh, Carpet? Not to mention, catch up to Cass and Ferdie before they do themselves a mischief alone." Eugene, as per usual, was running off at the mouth, as he both congratulates Hans and laments his own sacrifice with a smirk of conviction all while glancing around, his feet itching to bolt.
His pregnant wife's due date delivery could be at any given hour now on this December 16 date, and it was eating at Eugene Fitzherbert's subconscious.
But you were the one still trying to groom this tarnished old thief into a hero, Liebling...
"Yes, it is an imperative mission, but so is getting you home to your wife in her moment of need. She must have you near. It's perhaps, I daresay, even more essential, Storbror." Gazing upwards, no longer able to see what was happening in the Throne room above through the cloudy mirror, Hans knew Elsa had, as he instructed, totally sealed the protective mirror to be complete. He turns to Eugene with a heartfelt sentiment, where the thief was sitting back, slumped impatiently on Carpet.
"We must take especial haste on your gifted friend—this wonderful magic flying Carpet—to follow the Snow Queen's spirit, for the closest exit of this subterranean catacomb is in Svartisen. From there we must fly you as fast as Carpet's high-speed can go, back to dear Princess Rapunzel and your newborn babes." Hans announces to a jaw dropped Eugene, who looks down to Carpet's willing salute to his new master/ partner and modern-day thief.
A family! Just like old times with Aladdin and Jasmine and their little ones…
"After everything you gave up for me, Storbror, and all this means to you - and rightly so - the least I could do is first accompany my big brother back home to Corona, swiftly as possible. I promise you will be with your Princess Rapunzel to welcome my nieces and nephews to this bright, shining world that will be warm again in the Spring that you helped make possible. After I have brought you to Prussia, I will personally deliver this Devil creature to Volstok Lake as the Snow Queen specified, to bury it forever within the deep ice." It was Hans' turn to bestow a responsible brotherly pat to his big Brother's shoulder.
"Thanks, Handsome. This Rugman of mine can get us home in two shakes of a tassel!" Excited as a kid himself, Eugene quirks a grateful smile at both his companions here at the base of the dark catacomb.
"But first, maybe you should bid adieu to your ravishing ice beauty up there to let her know you'll be back for her big birthday party in a few days that you ran all the way from India to attend. Before she runs off with that hot Argentinian kid." Love expert lady's man Flynn Rider suggests, not half serious with a thumbing gesture up to the glowing prismatic mirror covering above.
"I trust my Elsa to have more discriminating judgement." Hans murmurs with a simper to his brother, only marginally troubled by the thought of that Prince Alonso still up there trying to pitch woo at his steadfast Queen. No, the Danish man's chief anxiety now was wondering how his fiancée's father would react to his new Vise Admiral, newly commissioned to serve on the proud HMNoS Nidaros for the Sjoforsvaret, was about to make an insistent, premature request for a swift wedding to his precious Elsa before he left again to return to his vessel.
Despite giving his word to the wary King to be on full naval tour for another long year and a half at sea before they would be permitted to wed.
Now that this torrid battle was at its close, Hans' male hormones were rampant within him to secure his Elsa as his wife. Even moreso after this emotional rollercoaster of danger, loss, rejection, jealousy and ice intimacy all playing a part in their encounter after a long, lonely separation.
Hans knew whatever adversity and chastisement from her father awaited, he must endure to deserve the prize he's longed for all his young life.
The Dane was only too glad that as result of the letter from the Admiral, inexplicably calling his prominent officer home for a face to face meeting, he and his companions were able to lend their competent assistance to the country's plight against this now bottled and frozen solid wicked Djævlen Troll King's defeat.
But the shrewd prince, despite his own yearning, did not wish to incur his injured father-in-law's further wrath. Especially not before Hans was able to cajole his special request for an earlier-than- intended wedding date, which was already set in motion in his astute contriving mind durin his passage back. Even if the chameleon had to throw himself groveling as a gentleman on the mercy of his stern future father-in-law, it would be worth it. Prince Hans was sure he could sweet talk Queen Idun and charm his way into a few days of nuptial bliss with his new bride.
He might have to return to sea immediately after the ceremony, but Prince Hans desperately wanted to share with Elsa the depth of his love, commitment and devotion to her, not to mention ensure no other man would ever dare tread on his fair queen again.
In his yet fireproof, as well as currently adrenaline-filled body, crafty Hans Westergaard was considering these heady, wild thoughts all the while Carpet was airlifting him to the base of the mirror's holographic surface. His slim left hand that wore her snowflake engagement ring—which no longer held any power beyond signifying their love—on his long pinky digit, gleams with true youthful love wrapped around Elsa of Arendelle's representative figurine statuette.
When they arrive at the ceiling, Hans' other hand instinctively reaches out towards the now non-transparent ice cold seal of the iridescent mirror above, longing to touch its illuminated glow.
But with the completed mirror they all worked so hard to achieve sealed tight and unutterably cold above his head, it stood as an opaque barrier where Hans could not see a clear glimpse of the bright Throne Room above, just vague shadows moving.
His thoughts burn with mentally envisioning his beautiful ædle love Elsa, on the flip side of this mirror, once again back as her elegant, demure and flawless self, regal and majestic in her beautiful sovereignty of this new Kingdom now at her command as well.
Though still somewhat anxious and tense, he begins to settle back to normal levels of calm sanity now the battle was won and he believed all was again safe.
But like every other young man his age, it still raged with desire and a longing heart that aspired to feel the radiant pulse of their incredible love. Hans sensed a palpable surge in his veins the nearer he came to the surface of his Elsa's 'Mirror of Love.'
And yet, as he stood tall upon Carpet's patiently hovering, plush pile, Hans' bare hand thrusts upward, daring to physically touch the glowing prism underside of the powerful Ice Queen's impenetrable Mirror.
There in that spot where that final mirror piece fell into place, the Danish Prince was sure he sensed another's warmth that echoed his immense yearning, pressing back…
Minutes before, on the other side of the solid, prismatic Mirror of Love…
"Elsa? You okay over there?" After all the snow dust quickly settled and she had treated Kristoff's burn wounds to be no longer as severe, Princess Anna had come back to her big sister, squeezing her stiff shoulders where the tall blonde was still kneeling down to the solid mirror ground, yet in stunned awe that she had been the one chiefly to make it all happen.
"Never underestimate the power of snow and ice?" Trying to bring Elsa out of this shellshocked state, Anna quips with a twisted lip, remembering the Black Ice Queen saying something like that when Elsa was on her dark tirade what seemed like forever ago to both sisters.
"Ooh. I like the sound of that! 'Never underestimate the power of snow and ice!' Doesn't it make me sound big and scary and important? Can I borrow that cool line when I retell this incredible tale to Eliana when we get back home?" Olaf giggles, returned to his small size and naïve innocence as he waddles around the room with his new friends, Blue Sprite and Red Sprite, the Snow Queen's sidekicks, who had become fast friends with the little snowman after they had been freed from their perpetual ice prisons as frozen sentinels at the door.
"Don't even say it, Snowman," Smoothing back his voluminous hair from his astoundingly messy head, Prince Alonso chides Olaf with a shiver. The visiting prince of Cordoba had seen first-hand how 'big' and 'scary' the dimwitted frost creature could be when unleashed, though silly again Olaf was now blissfully unaware.
And Alonso preferred him that way, as he knocks off Olaf's head and uses the rest of the snowman for a makeshift chair to seat his unused to hardworking, spoiled bones down after all that rough, mirror shard heavy lifting.
Elsa smiles to watch the amusing scene with Alonso along with the Red and Blue Sprites playfully tossing Olaf's chattering head back and forth as a new game to make glowing with magic 'children Kai and Gerda' laugh in sweet youthful innocence just one more time.
"Of course, Anna. The Lord has been gracious and good to have granted me another chance to help others with my ice magic. I have discovered that it's not my burden alone, but given to me to benefit mankind too, whenever and wherever I am needed." Elsa responds with peaceful wisdom. But her eyes were still down, as if desperately scanning the ice for any breaks.
"We have completed the mirror with love and the friendship of all my dearest ones to support me, in time to stop the Djævlen from entering our land. With the promise of God's Eternity and Jesus the Lord's Tenerity inside each of us, the Devil Troll King's wickedness could never succeed. The deadly blizzards have been alleviated, so our countrymen are once again safe; Papa may be blinded, but he and Mama are alive, and Ragi said his vision may recover with time; your own abilities have flourished and Kristoff and Sven have been restored to you, perhaps badly injured, but healing nicely due to your song's sweet music. Papa has entrusted me with his Kingdom, his people—our people— for me to lead on this bright path to the future. And…you finally remembered all the verses to 'The Old Rugged Cross', right? If I recall correctly, Mama had a tough time trying to get her 'flutterbudget spadbarns' to memorize her favorite hymn as children." Though calm and cool and collected, Elsa felt both like laughing out loud and breaking down into tears at all the emotion her now steadily beating heart was struggling in keeping tranquil as she ends her speech with a playful tease to her little sister.
"Hooray!" Olaf cheers for all those accomplishments, not getting Elsa's shellshocked state of mind at all as he comes waddling up now with Gerda's plump hand in his branchy fingers on one side and Kai's large fat one in the other, after their reverted grown-up versions retrieved him from Alonso and the pair of mischievous sprites.
"We're so proud of you, Queen Elsa! I knew you and our Anna could do it!" Gerda's baby voice was gone now, as was her youthful body that had returned to being Arendelle's pleasantly plump housekeeper once more.
"The Snow Queen wanted you to rebuild the new mirror in your own way, knowing it would prove to be even stronger because of your deep bond with those you love, your Majesty." The large-set Arendelle Royal Councilor approaches the Queen with his usual deferential bow, now also back to his tall and rotund size as well as mature age.
"Gerda! Kai! You're BIG again!" A bulgy eyed Anna smiles broadly, meaning it in every sense of the word to her lifelong guardians who had lent so much assistance with guidance and experience to rebuild the broken mirror puzzle, yet did not overstep their roles and allowed Elsa to be the one to rebuild the mirror with her God-given faith, hope and love to lead her to the answers on her own.
"Yes we are, Anna and Elsa! Our mission where youth and child-like innocence were needed to help as we entered the Snow Queen's world of magic has been completed. My Kai and I are once again mature in our walk with the Lord, just as the Good Shepherd designed us to be!" Gerda happily sings of her wide girth with widespread open arms inviting a chuckling Anna into a hug with joy at all the years filled with love and happiness upon God's green earth her chubby body represented.
"'When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I set aside childish ways. Now we see but a dim reflection as in a mirror; but we shall see Him face to face.' (I Corinthians 13:11-12)" Minister Kai prudently applies the Biblical verse that was so fitting to Gerda and his own magical journey long ago under the Lord's supreme will.
He makes a sweeping bow before Queen Elsa, almost putting his old back out.
Although, the more serious husband was not as obviously jubilant to find his old age's familiar aches and pains, and sadly balding head, as well as innumerable pounds to match his plump little wife.
"You have done well restoring the Mirror of Reason with your Mirror of Love, again keeping the world in order and safe from the demons below, Your Majesty. At last, you have learned to embrace your true power, rivaling even the Snow Queen. You parents will be proud, as are your devoted people. It is my honor to serve you, Your Majesty." The High Council Minister of Arendelle speaks with now greater respect to the regal Queen he has served and will serve for many decades to come, God-willing.
"It's the magic of your heart to accept love and give love with all its tenderness that has made this possible, Elsa. You and Anna both have become such sweet young ladies, with good and noble young men to stand at your sides and strengthen that love, as my Kai has always been a solid rock for me." Gerda, older and wiser, but every bit as sweet and devout and loving, pulls a standing to the side Elsa into the warm bear hug, where the older servant was already embracing Anna.
"Ooh! Hug time! I'm the Hug Expert! I'll show you how it's done properly, boys!" Olaf squeals out in delight, grabbing the speechless Red Sprite and teeth-gritted Blue Sprite, as well as Boninite, into a hug clutch of his own.
"Yeesh. Too much clinginess around this sappy Kingdom for my taste." A totally weirded-out Prince Alonso takes several steps back to not be included in the syrupy muddle as he stands to the side and watches beside Kristoff, who was saddling up Sven.
"You get used to it. We call them 'healing hugs' around here." His third degree burns satiated by Anna's sweet song and tender caresses, Kristoff smirks down at the sour-faced, way shorter Argentinean Royal as he was preparing his reindeer's tackle from Sven's side pouches to be attached to the sleigh outside.
"Hmph. The Ice Queen may be out of my league, especially with that admittedly impressive Dane as main competitor. So, the only one I'd be interested in sharing a healing hug with would be that dish of a raven-haired swordswoman who couldn't help but throw herself at me before. Any idea what her name is, and when she's gonna show back up at this party?" Reverted back to his rake, devil may care, conceited self, Alonso of Córdoba saunters up to Kristoff and speaks low de hombre a hombre (man to man) with a an insatiable eye for the ladies that made the once loner mountain man cringe.
"Thank you, Kai, Gerda. Prince Alonso, Boninite. Everyone. How can I ever thank you all for supporting my sister and my parents and I when we needed you most?" Elsa elegantly rises tall to her high heels, looking from face to face with a grateful soft smile.
"Well… You could start by signing the treaty with Córdoba to buy the lion's share of our fine herbs and excellent cattle head, so my father won't consider me a total failure for not scoring a well matched bride on this European excursion idea of his." The opportunistic Argentine Prince plops on the throne steps, after weighing the odds and deciding to stay on the safe side, refraining from flirting with the obviously smitten elsewhere, dangerous ice beauty.
"All you desire, Prince Alonso." The distracted Arendelle monarch was feeling quite magnanimous towards the South American Prince, not realizing how her loose terms could be misconstrued. Elsa's attention was more on watching how Anna was tenderly warming and attending to her sore hubby when stuffy Kai had donated his long coat at doting Gerda's generous offer to the poor, clothes-burnt-right-off-his-back, half naked brave mountain man shivering in the Snow Palace Throne Room.
"I might have taken you up on such an open invite before, Elsa. But that Danish Prince of yours is a pretty formidable fencer, and I am exceptionally fond of my perfect anatomy just as it is." Alonso backs off with a curt bow to the desirable, yet unreachable for many reasons, female monarch of this uniquely strange Land of the Midnight Sun.
But with an enlightened for the better, soulful look down at Boninite, Alonso couldn't say he wasn't glad to have visited here.
But that crazy Dane may really shave my head off next time if I have another go at his girl! My young and gorgeous head is far too priceless and breathtaking for that, thank you very much!
"Well, we can never express our heartfelt gratitude for being heroes of our nation. You will each be lauded and honored by all of Norway when we return to Arendelle, and never forgotten in our hearts for your valor and bravery." Elsa remembers herself and her station, as her Papa, King Agdar would certainly have given credit where it was due to those who so positively affected their country in its time of great need.
Just contemplating what could have been lost, it almost moved Elsa to tears again at the enormous weight of it all. But she was pleased inside to have accomplished so much after falling so low, lifted on the shoulders of all those who loved her and encouraged her to be her true self again, under the Lord Jesus' love.
"… Love…" Elsa whispers with a smile that now fully understood the multi-hued meaning of that God-given true emotion. She watches at how Anna, ever clumsy, trips on Kristoff's big square-toed bare feet and smiles when he catches his feisty little ginger from falling on her face. The lithe young girl giggles with adoring eyes up at her manly stud, now donning Kai's donated longtailed suit jacket that did not suit the rugged Snow Prince at all.
Elsa remembered each of the tenants of virtue which the new Mirror of Love she and Anna and Hans had forged with the love and inspiration of family and friends and all the others gathered near who had touched her heart, filling it with Christ's eternal tenderness of spirit—Tenerity…
'Through the tender mercy of our God; whereby the dayspring from on high hath visited us. To give light to them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace.' Luke 1:78-79
As Elsa hears these powerful Biblical verses echo in her mind, the refitted ice mirrors once again reshape around the Throne Room to create a whole new dynamic of an artistic and elegant palace, filled with gentle ice angels holding crystalline bells and tender soft snowflake flower wreaths.
The lettered pieces that spelled the Heaven sent promise of 'ETERNITY' begin to glow with yet another magical imprint to reflect the warmth of home that existed in her heart right now here on earth, rearranging themselves to spell out a new promise:
'TENERITY'
'Tenerity' would play a vital role from now on in the Ice Queen's mature rule and heart that was very nearly complete.
Elsa's once lonely, dispassionate with cold uncertainty soul bursts alive with newly inducted energies linked with fond memories and fulfillment of faith and warmth and hope, and above all, love.
Radiating warmth, an elegant three-tiered sceptre created of pure crystalline ice materializes right over the final spot Queen Elsa had last glimpsed her lover Hans, in the chasm beneath the mirror barrier battling that evil enemy for her honor and her country's security.
As the ice mirrors continued to miraculously rearrange themselves all around the tender resonance of Elsa's truly contrite heart, with queenly sceptre in hand, Elsa kneels down to pray. In gratitude for her nation's victory, in supplication for her blind father and weakened mother to recover, in joy for her darling sister who never gave up on her.
And after it all, in hope for the safe return of the young man who had called her back through the cold ice to show Elsa that true love never ends…
Thank you, Lord, for leading Anna and Mama to bring my Hans home so he could make me remember how much love meant to me…
In the single smiling beseeching teardrop that slid silently down a closed eye Elsa's pale cheek, the young woman was overwhelmed with this moving tenderness. The reflection of her embraced heart's mirror now spills over as the young ruler had been tracing the glowing letters embossed on the final mirror pieces with her artistic fingertips.
Through the prism of that single icy tear, the northern Queen of the Winter's Mirror of Love's silvery smooth surface makes a clear bell chiming sound. Suddenly a small piece of it clears allowing a glimpse of the dark underside of the catacomb again for a few ephemeral seconds.
Gazing down to the translucent mirror's cloudy view, Elsa was surprised and elated at the same time to see her Hans at that exact spot, reaching up to her through the cool ice.
Without even knowing that his beloved was up there, the handsome Prince was mirroring her hand, as she was his, in the very same tender fashion in which she had been yearning for him on the other side.
Though his lovely mouth that spoke such soaring speeches and sang golden melodies was muted beneath the impenetrably thick layer of mirror ice, Elsa strains to lip read what message Hans was trying to relay from where he was gazing lovingly up towards her.
'Elsa… Remember… Love never ends… I will return…and claim you as my bride soon. Farewell for now, min kæreste.'
It was neither the platinum blonde's listening ears, nor her wide-open eyes, but it was her tender heart that understood her lover's compassionate sentiment.
And when Prince Hans and Queen Elsa's hearts meet, though there was a physical barrier between them, both knew that theirs was a love to span the ages—a patient, true love that would carry them all through their lifetime. They need only wait for just a little while more after Hans had accomplished this last mission to protect her nation and seal off the vile devil in the far reaches of the earth, to never bother Elsa or her family again.
Then Elsa of Arendelle would be his and his alone forevermore.
So within this endless moment their quavering eyes interlock through the ice where neither Hans or Elsa saw nor heard nor felt anything other than each other's pulse through the quickly growing faint 'window' in the mirror glass.
Romantic Hans meaningfully kisses the ring on his finger to signify so much as he stands high upon Carpet to press his hand up the ceiling mirror's underside once more. The magic rug gave him that extra boost just as Elsa was doing the same with a kiss to her fingertips, placing them upon the ice surface meeting his as if there was no barrier in between.
The madly in love young pair deliver that poignant fingertip kiss that reaches up and down to emotionally touch their devotion through the ice with the promise of their undying love's patient fulfillment.
This temporary farewell goodbye would only make Hans and Elsa's completed hearts grow fonder with their pledge of a love that would never come to an end sealed in that tender reflective kiss.
Through their deepening bond, a long-suffering fidelity had been forged that would figure prominently into both their young lives, even though they did not realize it. Hans had become a part of her soul, he willing for Elsa's sake to take on any challenge for her and risk his life by fire with a valiant courage that made Elsa fall for Hans many times over.
As their mirrored hands reflect on both sides of the ice with a love that connected them together, the Northern Lights sweep all around the Ice Queen and her Prince Charming. Indeed, all around the world, the aurora borealis beams this beautiful sunrise moment, aglow as never before with Hans and Elsa's unconditional true love.
Princess Anna smiles, cuddling up to her Kristoff, oddly dressed in Kai's stiff overcoat, as she and everyone gathered in the room watch the impressive show of rainbows full of Love that was certainly orchestrated from Above.
The vivid aurora borealis for the first time bursts forth from Queen Elsa's mirrored radiant heart. It is magnified by her elegant sceptre's crystallized triple tiers in blossomed graduation of endless love.
Endless, authentic love for her wondrous, forgiving God, her caring, devoted loved ones and her breathtakingly handsome lover who certainly sought to be a part of her immediate family sometime very soon, from what Elsa believed she read in the yearning look in his viridescent green eyes glistening up at her through the ice.
The perfect beaming radiance so brilliantly explodes in the sky over Svalbard, for Anna and Kristoff and the others to see through the Snow Queen's dawning palace transparent roof. The special colorful illuminations reached high above the Svartisen Valley where Idun glimpses its beauty and squeezes her blind husband's hand. Both loving parents sensed it stemmed from their darling daughter's victorious heart.
"Can you feel the love in these iridescent snowflakes, Agdar? Our wonderful girls have charmed even the sky to be awake again." The brown-haired mature Queen still embraced the youthful adventure within her to dare to stick out her tongue to let a few of the magical snowflakes melt into her throat that was so dry from singing.
The healing rays of the aurora borealis captured within each snow crystal, not only moisten her melodic vocal chords, but re-empowers them as well with coloratura magic.
Though battle worn and tired from the exhausting ice cryokinetics required to seal up the Black Ice fissure once and for all at wise old Ragi's direction, their duty here just complete, King Agdar, even in his sightlessness, obeys his wife's sweet suggestion.
As the sparkling, cool yet warm snowflake falls on his extended fingers, the Ice King, through the magic his children's love and hope inspired, is filled with that gentle Tenerity. Standing at the precipice in the humbling magnificence of the Svartisen glacier's Bergschrund ledge with his beloved Idun's hand in his, King Agdar inwardly makes a pledge.
He promises to fulfill his vow to be a better father, devoted husband, and trusting man now that God had mercifully answered his prayers.
Tears spring to Agdar's blind, once again pale hazel eyes and Idun's trembling indigo ones, as hand in hand the remorseful, but encouraged parents are kissed by Elsa and Anna's forgiving snowdrops.
Those special tenderly kissed swirling snowflakes travel far across the length of the wavy shape of Norway, all the way down to Arendelle and even further into the rest of the world.
If just for a few brief moments, it seemed all of Nature wished to witness this phenomenal aurora borealis event that even spread rainbows to all parts of the world on this uncommonly mild, warm mid-December morn.
A spattering of fully refracted sparkles of snowflakes bursting with joy and tenderness managed to calmly flutter down in place of the harsh blizzard's consequences of the past week. They kiss the again temperate earth on this final Sunday morn before Christmas to bring a smile to each face once again at peace, now ready to celebrate the season of giving one blessed week away, for the holy celebration of God's finest Gift of Love…
In the midst of her own weeks of torturous discomfort and days of insomnia and pain, a bedridden Princess Rapunzel, knew instinctively her time was extremely near.
The cocoa-brown haired Princess of Corona had been staring out her window at the sunrise with faithful Pascal the chameleon keeping watch over the pregnant young woman at her pillow side.
This tentative chameleon was ready at any hour to alert Rapunzel's sleepless parents, who were just now getting some rest after another all-night vigil with their dear child who gave false alarm contraction signs that the upcoming blessed event was almost imminent.
But refusing to go this one alone, the determined Princess of Corona clung to her dogged wish to wait for her husband's return to be with her at this most special delivery date, the birth of their first children.
So she begged with all her heart for her unborn babies do just that, too, and wait for their Daddy's arrival, as she clutches her bursting at the seams full art book/journal which her mother the Queen gave her years ago, to paint her own life's story upon.
With an aching yearning in her tight chest, the young woman with the wind in her hair once again could only glimpse the world outside of her windowsill. Imagining where her love was right now, and what he was doing, in the hope he was safe and secure somewhere out there, the forbidding chill and constant pain inside her body seem to abate, coinciding with her prayer for her Eugene.
She felt the cold temperature suddenly lifting as some amazingly multihued and iridescent snowflakes, as colorful as the pallet of her paintbrush, come out as if to shine just for her in the first glints of the glistening sun.
Rapunzel's reptilian best friend noting her quiet entrancement simply dashes out the windowsill to catch one of those sparkling decorative snowflakes to bring some joy in this stiflingly fireplace heated room full of aches and pain.
"Thank you, Pascal." Rapunzel whispers her gratitude to her little friend that she didn't have to say a word for him to know what she was thinking and longing for when he returns to scamper over her bulgy tummy to make his own multihued special delivery.
Pascal's skin changes colors to match that of the holographic snowflake, as the chameleon gingerly holds the un-melting snowdrop in his cold-blooded palm. He showcases the exquisite, most perfect snowflake crystal design the avant garde artist in Princess Rapunzel wanted to copy.
"Doesn't it seem to be smiling at me?" Until the mesmerized girl realized no human hand could ever recreate the happiness of pure beauty and magical blueprint used to make this one tiny little snowflake she was staring at in sheer wonder. Suddenly emotional tears spring to Rapunzel's inexplicably moved, expressive eyes.
But that's when compassionate Pascal loosens his webby fingers with a wobbly smile, to reveal another snowflake had been caught there by him. It was just as beautiful and miraculous, but at the same time, so different a spectacularly dazzling crystal flake, again winking a smile up at her.
In the glow of the purple Angel's candle on her Advent wreath which her mother and aunt had the bishop bless a special prayer over, Rapunzel equates the snowflakes with her double miracle yet to come, growing within her enlarged, pain-wracked body.
"Do you know what this means, Pascal?" The mussed brown hair, sweaty, drawn eyed woman suddenly sits up in her bed as her face lights up to ask the faithful, patient chameleon, who smiles and shakes his head at her excited query.
"It means Eugene will be here, Pascal! My Eugene will be home to see our babies born…" Hugging her stuffed doll of her hunky thief, mangled these past weeks in his absence, the princess trails off with a smile of pure content, feeling that shaky emptiness inside her depart with the certainty that the light of her life was on his way back to her.
Even though she was the one who insisted Eugene leave to help reunite his brother Hans and her cousin Elsa, Rapunzel had tried to be strong and never regret her decision for her husband to be absent at this critical time. But being confined alone in bed all these empty hours gave even the selfless young princess moments of pause in times of intense emotional pain.
But that doesn't matter anymore! My Snugglebunny's coming home!
Because those happy visions of smiling snowflakes God had sent to tell her all would be well with the world during this scary time, that her lover who opened up that big wide, new world for her long ago, would be home soon to make everything right again.
As Pascal transfers the pair of twin snowflakes to melt away onto Rapunzel's flushed cheeks to cool them, the anxious for so many things, dreamy voiced Princess of Corona finally falls into a peaceful rest.
She gently fell asleep at last in the assurance that even amid her pain and fear and doubt, the young mother and her babes would always be held in the warm arms of Love from Above.
The fourth Advent candle upon her special wreath, the purple one called the Angel's candle that represented peace, stood at her bedside end table seemed to be watching over to reflect aurora borealis snowflake impressions of love and peace on earth over the pretty princess.
And the Creator's awakening double miracles within the poor young mother finally fall serenely asleep to give her some much needed rest.
All Rapunzel's worries and anxieties slip into peaceful slumber at long last, filled with the Lord's tenerity to watch over her.
…'Sleep in heavenly peace…
…Sleep in heavenly peace…'
Djævlen Trolden – Devil Troll
Min ædle – my love in Danish
min kæreste - my darling in Danish
Springtime greetings, Frozen friends!
Thanks for traveling along with me on this exact one year anniversary date of this third novel in our 'Frozen Again' Trilogy! Wow! Unexpected good timing for Act 7 to finish!
Did you enjoy the romantic close with Elsa and Hans reaching out to one another through the Northern Queen of the Winter's new ice Mirror of Love?
With the exciting quest triumphed over by our heroes at last, Romance abounds center stage now in the next fulfilling part of Book 3! So many new ideas for Act VIII (my favorite number is 8:) for Elsa's upcoming birthday masquerade ball at her winter solstice December 21 birthday party that kicks it off, where a certain Hans-some Prince has promised to be in attendance!
This Hans-some, valiant, reformed knight in shining armor is the super icing on the cake you've been waiting to lick, right, Elsa? Hee hee hee…
Your support has been eternally appreciated, my dear Frozen family of friends! Thanks for coming along on this action-packed ride! Now we can focus on Romance and Family themes of this amazing love story, out of forgiveness and tenerity which Elsa has discovered in her heart over the first 2 books +! (Isn't 'tenerity' a lovely word? Found in the old Webster's Bible Dictionary: 'Tenderness' as an attribute virtue our Lord prescribed.)
An exciting new world of love is on the horizon for our Frozen gang! Methinks I hear wedding bells faintly chiming in Arendelle! And soon, if it's up to our ardent Prince of the Southern Isles!
I won't keep you long after all that big adventure and excitement, but thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed the final close of this Act VII, dear readers!
See you again soon in 'Frozen Again: Love Never Ends' Act VIII to see Helsa's love affair come to fruition!
Love, HarukaKou
P.S. Reviews for this chapter and the entire Act will be appreciated! I keep them all logged and filed to refer to every now and then for insight! Thanks!
