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Thanks to everyone that reviewed :) EmiliaKyuchi, Breezy2319, Steadymouth. Wildmind, Lord Edric, Guest, yannicenatria, Lyra, and emilyparrish.
Guest: Jack went scavenging. Or they just ate ice.
Lyra (I know you said you weren't going to read this anymore, but i do hope you read this...): To begin with...why do you assume I'd hate you? Or delete this? Not everyone can always agree with what I write, if they did I'd assume that something was wrong, but you put your problems in a dipomatic and non-bitch like fashion. Have you done this before and authors came after you with pitchforks and mobs? If they did, then I apologize for that. The long part was one that I always fear; while I could mush a bunch of these chapters together and make them much shorter, I like the idea that each new chapter is another snanpshot into their lives, although I have heard this complaint before. The 13 children and weird names? Well, I'm a horrible person that enjoys making people more than writing stories sometimes, and also I wanted to mirror Han's family and show that even with 13 they are still good people. Also I'm trying to keep it historically accurate and 13 was a rather normal number for children in that time. Look at any list of royals. And also, just so you know, I did make a family tree that has been up since the beginning of the story, although I didn't announce it in neon letters, but I have talked about it in a few authors notes. Of your whole review what does annoy me though is that you are so assuming with Jack's morality. The story isn't done yet and I've said multiple times that nothing is ever as it seems. Jack just assumes he is mortal for the time being, but I daresay that no one could guess what it actually is. if it was a completed story, and it was kept like so, perhaps I could take that critic a little more seriously. Also, I'm not mad, but don't put sorrynotsorry because that's where it sort of sounds bitchy. If you're going to leave a critic, don't pretend to apologize for it. That's just tacky.
Well I hope you all enjoy this early updated story :)
The day that Heimdall never thought would arrive came in the year 1906 the castle was quiet and empty. Well, not quite, but it was certainly a couple decibels lower than usual. Heimdall tugged nervously on his nice uniform which pressed uncomfortably against his neck, and Aoife appeared in a brilliant gown.
"You're a king, now." She murmured with a twinkle in her eye.
"I suppose I am." He agreed, the reality sinking in for the first time. Heimdall Frost was king.
If only for two weeks.
Jack was off 'winter-izing' the world, but he had taken most of the family to show them how it worked. Elsa was the first to join, and pretty much every magical child joined, along with one or two just along for the different places.
Heimdall had stayed behind for quite a few reasons. Firstly, he had zero interest in discovering the whole process because he was quite sure that he would not take over that job ever. It was Azura who could fly and was the most apt at it. It had been he who had figured out why she had received his more spiritual genes. After must speculation, he had gone back and looked at the star charts on the night of her birth.
"She was born during a full moon, and we all know dad's friendship with it." He had pointed out, and much to his surprise, everyone accepted such as truth. It was the most feasible answer, of course.
Secondly, Elsa had pointed out that it would be good practice, reminding him the fragility of everything- that his mother would not be around forever.
It wasn't more than a moment of sitting in his father's chair when there was a violent snow gust that rattled the windows.
"Odin, what has she done now." Aoife asked, covering her face in her hands. Without a doubt, it was their eldest daughter Sarafina. She was 11 now, and had a nasty temper. The villagers knew to expect the surprise snowing, sometimes even in June, that would last less than ten minutes. She was powerful and had very little control of her powers when she became angry.
Heimdall began to stand, but his wife pushed him back down.
"You're a king, dear. I'll deal with her." She said.
"You won't understand her like I will. If anyone arrives, I'm sure you can deal just find with them." He assured, getting up despite her protests. He found Sarafina in the courtyard with the whole area engulfed in ice. He tried not to slip as he mad his way to where she was sitting in the middle with her head in her knees. By now, the snow had stopped.
"While it's pretty, I don't think it can stay." Heimdall said, bending down.
"It's ugly and I hate it." Sarafina sniffled.
"Come now. The ice can be pretty. Although i think we'd better un-melt it before the trees die." He said softly. Sarafina shook her head firmly. Heimdall sighed and undid the damage himself, and then went to where she was still creating an ice patch beneath where she sat.
"What's the matter?" He asked, sitting next to her.
"I wanted to make a female snowman for Olaf, I feel he gets lonely. But I couldn't make it alive, no matter what I did!" She said, throwing up her hands.
"When Grandma made Olaf, she didn't know how she did it." Heimdall tried to say to make her feel better, "I don't know if it can be replicated."
"You say I'm one of the most powerful, though!" Sarafina said, glaring.
"I did. But it was a miracle she did that at all. I wouldn't be too hard on yourself." Heimdall said, "I've never made an animated snow creature."
"I don't think you're powerful enough, dad." She said bitterly.
"Ouch." Heimdall winced, but Sarafina didn't crack a smile. He ran his hands over his face.
"Look." He said, "Life isn't something to mess with. We're not gods, okay?" He said.
"But we'er more powerful than anyone else. People act like we're gods." Sarafina said with a hint of arrogance.
"That is where you are wrong. We are just people, Sara. It's dangerous to think about it any other way. We just have a different gift, the way some can break glass with their singing or lick their elbows."
Sarafina gave him a look of disbelief, "Dad, people can't lick their own elbows." She rolled her eyes.
"Sure they can. But it's a gift. You've never seen Uncle Caulton do it?" He asked, and she shook her head, "Ah, well we know what parlor trick we'll see when they return."
"I wanted to go with them." She pouted.
"You're a bit young, dear." He winced.
"I'm almost 12!" She said, as if he didn't remember her age.
"One day, when you're older, maybe sixteen, Grandpa will take you. Okay?" He said, "I'll make sure he does."
"Will you promise. Double promise?" She asked, scrambling to turn to him.
"Of course." Heimdall said, and picked her up fireman style. She groaned.
"Dad, put me down. I'm too old for this!" She said.
"Nonsense. Never too old to be carried in an embarrassing way by your father. Do you want to see how the village is run, now that I'm acting King?" He asked
"No." Sara said, and Heimdall could imagine her scrunching up her nose in disgust.
"Well, too bad." He said as he opened the doors to the throne room.
Aoife was leafing through the mail that may have just arrived. Some of it was wet looking, like it had gotten attacked by a snowman.
"I hope you gave the mail carrier something for walking through our little storm." Heimdall asked, wincing.
"Yes, I have him some wine. I hope you don't mind." She looked at her daughter sharply, "Sara, you really need to get this under control."
"I can't help it!" She said, stomping her foot.
"Yes, dear. That's the problem." Aoife said, running her hand over her daughter's corkscrew white hair, the ringlets inherited from her mother. Sara batted her hand away.
"Stop touching me, mum." She murmured, ducking away.
"Anything worth dealing with?" Heimdall asked, recalling that one of his lessons of becoming a king was sifting through the daily mail for a couple weeks. In his experience, about half was junk of people over exaggerating and a quarter was notes wanting to have him do ridiculous things. Not much was of much use, but it was a cheap fire wood.
"Well, here's a birth announcement from Wynter." She said, handing over his brother's letter.
"Odin, another boy?" He asked with a chuckle.
"It's their fourth, right?" Aoife asked, and he nodded.
"Claire must really want a girl."
"I wouldn't keep pushing my luck." Aoife winced, recalling how after the third girl she had said that she was not trying again for a boy, because likely they'd only get girls more.
"Hmm. I'll put this in a place for mom and dad later. They'll want to know and visit."
"Maybe we should try to contact them? They can visit on the way back." Aoife suggested. Heimdall raised a finger.
"This is why I married you."
"Can I go?" Sara asked, laying in a most uncomfortable looking position across a chair, "I'm bored!"
"Let her go." Aoife said to Heimdall, "She won't be much help."
"Fine." Heimdall said, dismissing his daughter, "Go and do something useful."
"Hmm. Invitation to a Gala in Spain. Sounds warm." Aoife said, brightening a bit.
"Dad won't go. We might be able to though." Heimdall said as she passed the invite to him.
"Ah yes. I do suppose it must be a bit uncomfortable and awkward when only about half of the people can see you." Aoife agreed.
"Some countries don't believe my mother has a king. I mean, sure there are paintings, but now everyone wants pictures. Unfortunately." He winced, recalling a nasty fight he'd had with a representative from London.
"Well, it would be rude to turn down the invite. I'm sure Sarafina would love to go somewhere." Aoife said, "I don't think that your mom will be too mad if we agree to it and send our names."
"You'd bring Sarafina? She is uncontrolled. I think that's dangerous."
"We all know the stories of what happened when your mother was locked away because she couldn't control her powers." Aoife reminded savagely. Heimdall considered this for a while. Finally he sighed.
"She's young, though." Heimdall still was unsure. Aoife rolled her eyes.
"We'll talk about it. See what Elsa thinks." Aoife said, running her hands over his arms. He put down the mail was going through with little interest and smiled.
"You know," Aoife said, and Heimdall felt his face flush, "I always wondered how comfortable that king's chair is." She said with a feindish smirk.
"How comfortable it is?" He asked, garbling the words as he tried to spit them out.
"Mhmhmm." She said.
"Well, you can sit on it." He said.
"Oh, but clothes provide quite a comfortable cushion. I think for the best results..." She looked at him. His face grew even more red.
"Without clothes?"
"There's practically no one here, and no one would would disturb us. C'mon, Dall." She pleaded, pulling him down.
"Well, I mean-,"
"Shhh..." She winked, "Don't talk. Just act."
Heimdall hadn't felt so young in a long time, nor so dirty. That is, until the door swung open. Aoife was nearly underneath him, so she couldn't see. Heimdall was turned the wrong way so he just prayed it was Gavner, who wouldn't be the worst.
"OMG Odin!" The shrill scream of Sarafina echoed thorough the throne room, and Heimdall just wanted to disappear, "I'm coving my eyes and trying to forget that, so put some clothes on guys! UG! So embarrassing." There was the pitter-patter of footsteps running far away and the couple laughed in the moment.
They righted clothes and re-put things on. Gavner came in, his wrinkles pulled into a smile.
"Well, you're not the first to have this happen to." He said, looking at Aoife's wardrobe, "Missed a button."
"You saw our parents doing it?" Heimdall asked nervously.
"Well no, but it happened in the chair the same way. I don't get what's so sexy about it. It was Izo. Why do you think he didn't talk for two weeks when he was ten."
"I thought he was just going through a weird phase." Heimdal groaned, only imagining the horror of what his younger brother could have possibly seen. He didn't like thinking about it.
"Well, you had more clothes on when Sara found you, if that's any consolation." Gavner said with a grin.
"Ug, no. It's not."
"Yeah, didn't think it would be. Well cheer up, it's not like she'll always be traumatized. And she was going to have to have the birds and the bees talk soon enough. Think of it as a nice lead in."
"Gavner. Can you just..." Aoife asked, her buttons now proper.
"Well, I thought I'd share my nuggets of wisdom, but I can see I'm not wanted." he said, feigning hurt.
"You won't tell the King and Queen about this?" Heimdall asked, glaring.
"Dally, why would you assume I wouldn't?" He asked.
Did I scare any of you into thinking that Elsa had died and I just glossed it over? I'm not that evil! And did anyone have a flashback to when Heimdall was just a bit younger than Sara and his father dragged him grudgingly through an area. Ah, like father like daughter. And yup, Wynter really wants that girl XD And with Aoife? You can take the girl out of the shady basement but you can't take the shady basement out of the girl!
I have the names of Sara's two siblings. Only Sara and middle are magical.
Middle Child:
Fiona (fee-OH-nah): Gaelic. Means faire, white, or beautiful. Famous bearers include actress Fiona Shaw, singer Fiona Apple, British journalist Fiona Bruce and Princess Fiona from the 'Shrek' films.
Fiona pinnata is the name of a species of sea slug. It is the only species belonging to the Fiona genus.
Youngest Child:
Kylie (KEY-lee): Pacific Islander. Means boomerang. From an Australian Aboriginal word for boomerang. Kylie is from the Noongar language in Western Australia and refers to a boomerang that does not return. The name was particularly popular in the 1960s in Australia and has only recently become popular in other parts of the world. Kylie Minogue is an Australian singer.
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