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Be the good girl you always have to be.

"Aren't you going to fight me?" spoke Lars as he descended to both Elsa and Nickolaj. The queen just sat there, unmoving without any sign of attacking for the past few minutes, even when he removed the pressure around her neck.

"You've always been the better one when it comes to magic." Answered Elsa. He wouldn't be fazed by her begging… she needed to go another route and play on his inflated ego. The queen kept her face emotionless as Lars smirked at the compliment. "Besides, how can I when you have all of Yggdrasil under your control…"

"I knew you'd see reason, just like Skadi…"

The prince's eyes changed and Elsa couldn't help to be surprised: the man's eyes stood outright… admiring to her. Devoted, even. Wait… was Lars in love with her?! Elsa found it hard to believe, since Lars had never given any indication towards her. The queen's wheels began to turn in her head once more. No… Lars wasn't in love with her… but Odin had once been in love with Skadi. And since the prince had obtained the allfather's memories, it was only normal that he was influenced by the god's emotions, just like Hans and her had been. perhaps she could use that to her advantage!

Lars' hand went from her chin towards her cheek and he began to stroke it gently. "Surely you won't betray me to Hans?" whispered Lars. "Unlike Odin, I am merciful to those who truly feel remorse."

She had to play along… "Off course I won't my king." Replied Elsa, as she kept her gaze downwards. She couldn't use her magic now.. the young queen had the urge to turn her head away from the sheer power that Lars projected around him; if she would attack right now, it would do her no good. Silently Elsa sent out a prayer to Hans so he would hurry and try to convince his brother to give his new powers up. "My king… can I ask you something?"

"Anything, my dear" smiled Lars. By the nine realms, she was so beautiful… How could he have been so blind all this time?! The prince shook his head as his trained rationality came back. Skadi betrayed you to save the Trickster! And speaking of the Trickster… Lars' eyes darkened again when he thought of his little blood-brother. "That is, besides sparing Hans off course." Added the man in a more biting tone.

"Why would I have to do anything with him? He's a traitor to the crown after all." Answered Elsa. She took another deep breath to make her request.

Lars squinted his eyes to see if her intentions were true. "You two were quite close over the past few days. Why should I believe the words you say?"

Elsa let out a hollowed laugh, however on the inside she was shaking. I'm so sorry, Hans… I do it to protect you… "He's to be thrown out of Arendelle for his crimes! Why should I waste my time with someone who I was never meant to be with?" Bingo! Thought Elsa as she saw Lars' content face.

"Indeed." Smiled Lars as he closed the gap inbetween their faces. It took Elsa everything in her body to let the man kiss her on the lips.

"You monster!"

Thank heavens for Nickolaj! Elsa let out a sigh of relief when the prince spoke up, stopping Lars in his tracks.

"Ah, Baldr…" sighed Lars in an irritated tone. "Always the rebellious son, aren't you?"

It was a miracle that the Gothagian prince was still alive; the blood was dripping from his body like an overflowing pond due to Elsa's ice spikes… the fact that he was stil alive, was his magic that he had inherited from the Shining God. After all, mistletoe was the only thing that could harm him according to the legend.

"Lars, stop this madness right now!" spoke Nickolaj with blazing eyes. "With the Tree of Life in its physical form, you have redefined the rules of magic itself!"

"What do you mean?" asked Elsa with narrowed eyes – she still had to play the 'love sick damsel' in front of Lars… She couldn't let her concern get through, or she was dead before she could say snowman.

"What do you think?" bit Nickolaj angrily back. "your memories are stored inside your mind… but with Yggdrasil obtaining its physical form once more is connected to the Well of Skuld in a far more greater quantity. What do you think will happen to the memories of the Gods hum?" Nickolaj drifted his eyes to Lars. "Prince Lars, you have to listen to me. Close the Tree off.. otherwise it will grow until there is no end, just li-"

"You're boring me" replied Lars coldly as he put a prop of air into the prince's mouth. It was barely enough for him to breathe. "Now, my love… I still see something is bothering you…" spoke Lars towards Elsa.

"I… how do you know all of this? How did you know Nickolaj was Baldr?"

Lars' lip went up on one side, just like Hans. "You see, I was once cornered by the Heptagon order, and a few of them offered their help when I had just gained my magic.. and soon after, the memories of Odin. Once I began to get a handle on my abilities I began to search for the other representatives of the Gods. There are a few in Corona… but I wasn't able to get there due to the Big storm you created during the big freeze."

Elsa thought long and hard. So that had been when she and Hans had been 7 and 9 years old… "Wait you said the Heptagon Order… they helped you?! How could you let them allow to keep going like this?! They killed Queen Adrianne, they nearly hurt my father!" For a moment, Elsa forget to play Damsel in Distress and she held her breath. Oh no… Now he surely would see through her lies!

Lars noticed Elsa's horror and distress and his eyes softened at the mention of his mother. "My mother was… a sacrifice I had to make." Spoke the man. Just like Odin had to sacrifice his eye for knowledge… Lars gritted his teeth at the thought of his youngest brother. When he had figured out who Hans was, he had wanted to try and change things around. He didn't want to kill him, not truly… But when he had offered his magic back, what did he do? He squandered it away like some spoiled brat! Oh sure, Elsa had been in danger too.. but he would have easily untangled himself out of their grip and saved her from the others. It was then that he had begun to realize that neither Hans or Elsa were unworthy to be gifted with those powers. Hans for his spoiled behaviour, and Elsa for her fear. Why refuse these gifts, when they were practically the gods of old?!

Sacrifice?! Wanted Elsa to scream in disbelief. "But… I still don't understand. The Heptagon was corrupt according to Haakon-"

"Haakon has quite a conservative view." Interrupted Lars. Oh, he had thought about killing Elsa multiple times… but upon learning what was required for the tree to bloom once more and the fact that she didn't seem to ressemble the cold hearted Skadi at all (Unlike Hans, who was very much the embodiment of Loki), He led it slide. For now. Perhaps, they could start Ragnarok together… Fate could be changed after all.

"But Haakon helped us to gain control over the dreams… just like the Heptagon Order helped you." spoke Elsa to keep him talking.

"When they realized I was… Odin's… vessel" grimaced Lars as he still hadn't found a proper name for whatever they were."it caused quite the split up in the Order. Some wanted to kill the god's vessels-"

So that's why the assassin came after my parent's death, realized Elsa as her mind returned to that particular night

"-others wanted to spare them and take them into their ranks to learn their ways, like Haakon. Or in more specific terms, to brainwash them and use for their own purposes." Went Lars on as he nodded to the dead Heptagon members who had been with Nickolaj.

Elsa nearly wanted to object against Lars about his view on Haakon – but that wouldn't be wise right now to go against him. Better to just nod and be the good girl she was expected to be.

"Then there was a third group, who decided to let the Vessels do whatever they want to do." Lars raised his hand, and seven cloaked figures came out of the shadows.

Yes, because they are utterly terrified of you, thought Elsa in herself when she saw the tensed up faces. They may have had good intentions, but now they had become your cattle…

"But… that's enough talk between us…" spoke Lars suddenly in a more serious tone. "Now, I want to see some deeds instead of only words from you."

Elsa swallowed. "What do you require me to do?"

"Prove your loyalty to me by killing Nickolaj for me." Said Lars in a casual tone. "I can't have Baldr ruin my reign like he did before."

Just like Skadi had to prove her loyalty to Odin by chaining Loki...Elsa's head turned to the barely alive prince before turning her head back to Lars. "But… I would need mistletoe in order to-"

"Here you go." Lars waved his hand, and a sharp spear, consisting of the dripping juice of the plant floated towards Elsa.

With trembling hands, Elsa took the spear into her hand and turned to face the young Gothagian prince.


(Arendelle, during the Big Freeze)

"So, how many food do we still have left?" asked Hans tiredly to Kai.

"Most of the people's provisions are almost gone, your highness." Retorted the advisor to the prince. "From what I've heard, most of their supplies will be gone by tomorrow."

Hans rubbed his eyes to force himself to stay awake. "Gerda, how much of the food from coronation feast is still left to eat?"

"Well, we have soup, meat…" retorted the tired lady. "I don't know the exact amount your highness. I think you should ask the Duke of Nyerbergen about the financial costs for the feast."

"Thank you." nodded Hans in gratitude. "Whatever you have left, begin to ration it. Begin with the things that are the most quickly spoiled, such as meat and fish. And if it is on the verge, make big bowls of soup with it. Everything that we can eat, counts."

Gerda would normally have called the young prince on the fact that she knew how to ration everything – but she also knew that he meant well and that it wouldn't be wise to go against him with the dignitaries looking at his every move. "Certainly your highness. I'll give the orders to the kitchen right away" Just when the old lady went to the doorstep, she was nearly run over by Nickolaj of Gothagen.

"Prince Hans! They have found princess Anna!"

Hans's head snapped towards his friend when he heard the familiar name of Elsa's sister. "Excuse me." Apologized the prince to the small council, before he followed Nickolaj towards the courtyard. "How is she?" asked Hans once they were far enough from listening ears.

"I don't know truly." Admitted Nickolaj as they went around another corridor. "But she's alive, and that's all that matters. Arendelle can have peace once more with an heir on the throne."

Peace? Hans doubted it would stay in that current mood. Already, the people were starving in their homes due to Elsa's winter. If they didn't find a solution soon, the people would revolt against them. No monarchy was undefeatable against an angry revolution.

"Hey what-"

Hans blinked to get his thoughts out of his head when he heard Nickolaj speak. When the prince looked at what had stopped them in their tracks, he saw a cloaked figure standing in the middle of the hall. "Who are you?" Hans squinted his eyes, but the with the already scarce candles it was impossible to see the hooded man's face. "Show yourself!" When the man didn't answer both princes stepped forward with their swords in their hand.

Suddenly the man's hands moved and the hilt of the swords shattered in a million of pieces due to a heavy air pressure.

Before they could recover, both men were blasted away in the room behind them – apparently it had been opened by the mysterious figure, thought Hans dazed from the fall. With a click, the door closed once more, leaving both men with their attacker.

"What do you want?" spoke Nickolaj with balted fists as if he was ready to knock himself a way through. Not that it would make any difference, since the man could control the winds so well.. Now more then anything Hans wished he still had his fire magic to roast that hood of his head.

"What I want is none of your concern" spoke their attacker. "However your lives-"

Both men coughed in desperation when the man's hands raised upwards, cutting off their air supply.

"Now listen carefully. One of you comes with me, the other one stays behind."

"Do do what?!" brought Hans out in short gasps.

"You are going to kill the queen of Arendelle for me."

"No f*cking way we ar-" Nickolaj's eyes nearly bulged out as the air left him completely. Within two seconds however, the air returned to his lungs, however kept to the minimum that was required.

"I wasn't finished." Said the man coldly. "If you do not comply the other dies. But because you two are such honourable men, I'll let you choice who stays."

"Hans, let me." Brought Nickolaj out. "I have no ties with Queen Elsa-"

"And you'll be executed on the spot after you do so!" retorted Hans ferociously. However the lack of air began to catch on, and Hans gasped several times. "Besides that, your country will be in complete ruin if you would lose Arendelle as your trade partner right now. When I take the blame well… it won't result in an all out war with The Southern Isles and Arendelle." The arranged marriage between him and Elsa had not been without any consequence. Upon learning that the two countries would get joined together in the future, the common folk of both sides had mingled with one another. Trade and economics were shared, they had joined their armies…

Everyone had become so close to one another, no one would EVER want a war with each other.

"Hans no, let me-"

"It has to be me!" growled Hans to his friend. "I'm not ordering you this as acting regent, Nickolaj. I'm asking this from friend to friend. Please. Let me."

Lars smirked under his hood. Oh, Hans you are so predictable in everything… With a wave of his hand, the prince let Nickolaj float towards him, and caught him by his throat. "You'll never speak of this event." Warned Lars to his brother. "If you mention Nickolaj, or what happened here to anyone before the queen is dead, you'll know the true meaning of pain" He didn't want the queen dead, and this was why he had approached and threatened Hans. Hans would have never the guts to do so, knew Lars. Just as Hans would sacrifice his own reputation to save his friends. Lars narrowed his eyes when he saw the slightest of defiance in Hans' eyes. Hum..; It seemed he needed to give him some extra motivation. Lars focused on the prince's aura and saw the swirling orange color pulsating around his body in the rhythm of his brother's heartbeat. Loki's memories, had been locked away inside of him, just like his magic. But… his little brother was responding to his powers, however little to Ragnarok itself. In time, Hans would learn what the dreams mean, and then things would develop fast. He couldn't have that.

So, what should he do? Lock his magic away once more? No. Too difficult even for him. Besides there was already a lock inside of him, made by Hans himself. Too many placed in his body, would cause its effect to diminish. So what-

Lars grinned as he advanced upon his brother. He would just set the flood to his mental connection right open – oh, it would drive him mad from all the rage, pain and grief that the Trickster had to endure. He wouldn't be able to think clearly enough anymore to think to sabotage Lars. If he wouldn't die by the queen, then he would certainly die from his own torturous dreams. Lars placed his hand upon Hans's forehead, and the prince began to scream in agony as Lars opened the link.


"What is it now?" asked Hans as he saw Haakon's hesistating look.

"There is one last block you need to overcome." Said the wizard as he sensed the prince's spend up magic. "One that has been the longest inside of you, one that you haven't told us out loud."

"Terrific." Said Hans deadpanned. "So, what you are saying is you can't help me to remove the last block?"

"The last two were said out loud by you, because they were build upon the last one, like bricks upon one another." Answered Haakon. "The last one, is hidden in your own unconsciousness."

Hans groaned at the cryptic words. "can't you be more specif-AAAAAAH!" The prince sunk to the ground when his head exploded. As he closed his eyes, he could feel something… go through him. The prince gasped in shock as the pain kept on hammering in his head.

Haakon also lay on the ground, as he experienced the same pain as Hans. Something was terribly wrong… the man's watery eyes travelled north, to where the magical 'pulse' had come from that had made them so pained. Oh no… Pure fear took hold when he saw the icy roots of Yggdrasil reach into the sky itself. Elsa what did you do?!

"Hans!" Haakon took hold of the prince, but stumbled backwards when the man's aura suddenly began to shift. It didn't pulsate around his body anymore… but it kept moving towards his mouth and eyes as if it was trying to find a way out. Haakon could only watch, as he had never witnessed such a strange event, nor did he knew how to aid the prince.

The aura didn't stop – it flowed out of the prince's mouth and nose, swirling into the air like a cloud. And was it him, or did the cloud transform into a humanoid figure? The wizard looked downwards, to see Hans regain his consciousness. Just like Haakon, the prince was just as shocked as him to talk. "What the…"

"Oh don't just stand there with your mouth open!" Said the figure to Hans while its humanoid forms began to get visible. He was clothed in the ancient Viking garb, with brown and green. A spear was in his hand. "You're even worse then Freya when she's admiring herself in the mirror!"

He was using my voice, realized Hans as the figure rambled on. The prince shook his head to clear it. Nope. When he reopened his eyes, the figure was still standing there.

"But… you…" stammered Haakon.

The figure turned his head upon hearing the man's voice. "You…" The green eyes of the man caught fire. "You're very lucky that this mortal is so forgiving as to spare you. I wouldn't have given that mercy."

"Hold on!" stopped Hans as he helped himself upright. "You.. you can't be here!" brought Hans out. It couldn't possibly be who he thought he was.

"No I can't. But then again, neither of us two have cared about the rules." Said Loki with a smug face. "Now…" the God of Misschief and Lies turned his head towards the Yggdrasil, which was still growing in an never-ending process. "Let's add some fuel to the fire."

I didn't want to make Lars the typical disney villain you've seen a million times. I've explained a few of his motives, but not yet all of them. ;)

The same applies to the Heptagon Order. I wanted to make them more then just mindless cattle who obey every command.

Elsa keeps herself quiet... for now. She knows she can't take Lars on by her own. I wanted to show her wit and intelligence as well.

So what did you think of the cliffhanger with the God of Misschief himself? Now before you scream at me for screwing up my own rules (namely that Hans possesses his memories NOT the god himself): hold your eight-legged horse! It will be explained next time how the Trickster is suddenly here!