KLime: Haha, yeah, Seth is definitely a bit puzzled, especially when it comes to Elsa. For someone so evil she's actually pretty nice xD Sorry for the abrupt entrance as you call it, let me explain how he found them so quickly though: the royals have already been on the island a day and Ayla knew that they were in the area, so she would have had Seth teleporting to all the different islands around the Southern Isles during the day. This island would probably have been the second or third he visited, so he would have had some misfortune before he found them.

PeruvianInca: Thanks!

hoaanle: Glad you like Seth, he's quite a complex character so I really like him.

disneylover115: Yep, you're spot on!

thorinii (guest): Haha, yeah things have been a bit slow but I'm hoping to get things moving forwards soon. The fic just isn't popular enough to keep it going for loads longer anymore :( As for how far through the story we are, I'm not quite sure. Might try to aim for 45 or 50 ish chapters, plus a short epilogue.

Pabulover123: I'm glad you liked the chapter especially the birthday scene (well, kinda). I'd been planning to write it for ages and kept forgetting! And yes, I hope I'll be able to show the different parenting styles well enough for Seth to realise that maybe Hans and Ayla aren't quite the saints he thinks they are.

WildVirus (guest): Glad you liked it!

asome (guest): Nope, only ten minutes late not three days, you just saw the update late xD And don't worry about not reviewing, glad you're back!

ElsaAnnaforlife: First off, for the length of the book I expect about ten to fifteen more chapters before it's all over. I'm hoping not to drag it out for too long... Anyway, I'm glad you like Seth and Mia, I agree that they're cute together! As for posting on wattpad... well, maybe one day but I tried before and it got virtually no response sadly so I deleted it. Anyway, unlucky about going back to school and I sincerely hope you weren't too tired!

spartandestroyr: You may be onto something with your comment about Seth... ;) And personally I'm not much of an Elsanna fan but I can do beta work if you'd like me to

"So... You are called Mia?" Seth asked in as confident a voice as he could muster, struggling to speak in a language other than his first and fiddling with the dirt uncomfortably and experimenting in making it camouflaged. Mia didn't notice this; she was busy looking away from the boy with eyes which were a perfect blend of the two pairs which haunted her nightmares. Anna and Elsa had since left to speak to Ole about getting an ice room for the village, as he had, by now, come back to his home—he was rather unwilling to cooperate but he was also the only person the royals really knew. As such, Mia and Seth had been left to play outside. "Hello? You understand me?"

"Yes. My name is Mia. Princess Mia of Arendelle."

Seth smiled at the confirmation and, sprinkling the now camouflaged dirt on the ground, he shuffled around to try to get into his companion's range of vision. "It is a nice name. It is pretty." Mia looked further away from him though a faint blush graced her cheeks. It was progress, if slow. "My name is Seth."

"Seth?" Mia prompted, frowning, and she continued to look away, her fingers getting an icy coating; she recognised this quickly and thawed it with the knowledge of her family's love. "There was an Egyptian God called Seth once."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. He was the God of chaos and a killer."

Seth's heart sunk as he heard Mia although he was unable to understand her words completely. Nonetheless he instantly realised that her opinion had probably just rocketed even lower. "My mama, she says it is nice. It means choosed one."

"Chosen one. Not choosed." Mia scowled at the boy's lack of knowledge for her language and turned away even more although she knew it wasn't really Seth's fault. He wasn't from Norway, after all, but she still frowned upon it. "You don't speak my language, do you?"

"No."

A silence descended once more upon the pair and Seth desperately searched for something meaningful to say. He wanted to break the ice and try to get her to warm up to him but to do that, he needed to actually know what the problem was; to straight out ask what she disliked about him seemed a little abrupt but he soon realised he had no choice. "You do not like me." He said slowly, a saddened expression on his face; Mia looked towards him at the unexpected comment but quickly jerked her head back once more. Just to look into those eyes was painful.

"No. You scare me."

Seth's eyebrows raised before he frowned, not quite understanding. "Why? I have said something wrong?"

"No."

"What is wrong then? I like you, you're fun, but you do not like me. I wish you would tell why. I do not want to be a scare."

Mia fought the urge to correct his sentence and instead replied shakily, "Your eyes. They're the same as the ones I get in my nightmares. Your eyes are evil to me."

"Oh..." Seth hung his head and small tears formed; why was it that no matter how hard he tried, he was never good enough? There was always something wrong. Hans and Ayla always called Queen Elsa—this sweet girl's aunt, he reminded himself—a wicked person, not even worthy of the title 'human', yet perhaps it was he who was the pathetic excuse? "I am sorry... I go now."

Mia inhaled suddenly and she quickly stood up as Seth rose to leave; he turned back and looked at her with those terrifying—yet beautiful at the same time—blue-green eyes and watched inquisitively. "You don't have to go." She whispered, looking down at the ground; as much as she hated the boy, there was one thing which spiked her curiosity: his own lack of self-confidence and the way he seemed to blame himself for things which were not his fault. No normal child would behave like that, but Mia knew exactly how it felt and as such she suddenly felt less afraid. As if he wasn't the threat but just another victim of cruelty.

"Really? I can stay?" Seth's eyes lit up at that moment, his posture less slackened and his whole body appeared somehow more defined, as if he had been fading. Quickly remembering that people didn't just disappear, Mia chided herself for letting her imagination get the best of her.

"Yes. But I don't trust you." She replied and she watched warily as Seth's face fell before it lit up again.

"Okay, that is okay. I will get you trust me." He grinned eagerly and walked closer to Mia who quickly stumbled backwards. "So, how I can help you?"

Mia thought for a second before a tiny smile appeared on her face. Still looking anywhere other than at the boy, she said, "I'd love some more Turkish delight, if you could get any?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" Seth cried with a laugh and he raised his hand in a salute before bowing in a comical little way and then scampering off, jumping behind a bush with a squeal. Mia frowned at his odd behaviour and rushed after, peering over the bush to find... No one?

Immediately becoming slightly more suspicious she glanced around herself warily, holding her hands out in fear but no attack came; once she was certain that the only person in the current area was herself she walked back to the house cautiously. Sparing one final glance around, she hurried back inside Ole and Sadie's house.

Seth knocked timidly at the door to Hans and Ayla's room, listening with much curiosity to the sounds coming from within. Quiet grunts and moans, seemingly pleasured sounds, reached his young ears and he frowned, his hand resting on the doorknob and ready to turn it open. He paused as the sounds grew louder—were they moving something heavy around?—and decided to wait until they had finished. He wasn't keen on getting a spanking at the hands of his 'adopted' father and mother if he just walked in.

Sitting down on the floor as he listened silently, waiting for the odd sounds to cease, Seth experimented idly with his powers, turning parts of his body camouflaged just to see the amusing sight. He teleported into the kitchen at one point when he realised that Hans and Ayla were not going to stop being busy doing... Whatever it was that was keeping them occupied for a while yet. He snuck around quietly, making sure to keep himself camouflaged (something which did prove a little tricky when he was moving so much) and managed to snag a small handful of freshly-made melated chocolate from a large bowl before one of the kitchen staff returned and he hastily popped away.

Returning to the corridor outside Ayla and Hans' room—the noises were much louder and more frequent now—Seth sat down on the floor quickly and began burying his face in his palms. Eagerly licking at the runny chocolate as a puppy would he closed his eyes at the exquisite taste which he was so rarely allowed and sighed; once most of the treat was gone, all that was left being the remnants on his skin, he hastened to clean it off before licking his lips, relishing in the extra deliciousness that had gathered on his face.

A loud masculine grunt sounded from within the room and Seth looked up quickly, wondering what was wrong now—surely Hans must be trying to move the bed or something to be exerting himself so much?—and he stood up, deciding that it would be prudent to lend a hand. Abandoning his task of cleaning up his mucky face he moved once more towards the door and then realised that perhaps he'd be in trouble if he just barged in. Instead, he focused on camouflaging his body and then pictured the inside of the room, right in the corner, disappearing with a small pop and reappearing a moment later in the spot he'd imagined.

Yes, teleporting in camouflaged was a much better idea than opening the door.

The scene that met his eyes, however, was not what he had been expecting. Where he had prepared to witness his 'adopted' parents struggling to move some heavy object, he instead found them... Cuddling?

Seth's heart dropped as he watched the two laying with eachother on the bed, both naked for some reason or other, and seemingly engrossed in their company—Hans was laying on top with Ayla below, and neither seemed to be moving, just breathing heavily. His heart fell in jealousy, not understanding what had actually gone on and only knowing that the two adults were now hugging.

They never gave him even a smidgen of the affection.

A small sob broke the near silence in the room and Hans and Ayla jolted upright quickly, looking about wildly. Seth immediately clasped a hand over his own mouth and tried to force back the tears but knew it was too late as his mother's eyes darted about the candlelit room, scathing and severe. He shrunk down in fear, a little mouse curling into a ball in the corner, and the movement directed her eyes onto his camouflaged body.

"Seth!" She shrieked, flicking her wrist and making clothes materialise on her and her consort, not that the boy was bothered by their nakedness anyway. She then stood up and stormed over to him, grabbing him by the scruff and pulling him towards her. "What are you doing in here? You know to knock first!"

Seth whimpered and looked up to Ayla with large, terrified eyes and he squirmed to get free before his powers flared up and he found himself teleporting a metre away. He watched her constantly, flinching when she so much as blinked. "I-I did knock. You... You didn't answer." He looked away in shame and a few small tears rolled down his cheeks; a delicate hand slapped his shoulder sharply and he let out an accidental yelp, stumbling backwards before hunching up.

"Stop whimpering, Seth. That is what pathetic people do, not princes, hmm." Ayla chided him harshly and Seth nodded mutely, wiping at his tears with his hand. He felt his mother touch his skin again —his cheek this time —and he automatically recoiled before realising she was just stroking him gently. "Good boy. Don't let me catch you crying again. Don't let me catch you snooping, either." Her words were harsh and held very little warmth in them; still, little was more than none and it reassured the young boy tenfold.

Seth smiled weakly and nodded. "Yes, Ayla." He replied in a shaking voice but his tears, at least, had ceased falling.

"Now, tell me why you barged in as you did." There was the severe tone again. Seth mentally slapped himself for thinking Ayla would stay calm and patient with him—he knew a good mother and father, adopted or not, had to be cruel to be kind. He'd had that lesson drilled into him for years as a reason for his guardians' frequent berating of him; it was all for his own good, after all.

So then how come when Mia was scared her mother comforted her rather than scolded her? She had turned out perfectly fine, if a little shy. Seth's young mind was incapable of processing this new query and he instead tried to lay the thought to rest —it was surely a stupid doubt. Right?

"I... I wanted to tell you that I, ah, finded Elsa and her family." He said slowly, hoping that he'd done well; still, it had taken him a day or so and he feared that he might have been too slow for any praise. Seeing Ayla's disapproving face he originally felt terrified that his concerns were true.

"I found, Seth. Not finded." Ayla reminded coldly, looking thoroughly displeased, until her face lit up when a millisecond later. "So, you know where they are? Where?"

"On a little island, Ayla. With a little village and a little farm and a cute little well in the middle." He smiled slightly at the memory of the amazing place, especially the strange royals who were visiting there. They didn't seem so bad but, as Hans had warned him, those people were very deceptive and were surely just trying to lure him into their trap. He shuddered at the thought. "The royals, I spoke to them. They like me, I gave them some Turkish Delight. The little girl, Mia, really likes it."

Ayla's eyes darkened at the mention of the name and Hans got up to join her, having previously avoided his son like the plague. He was perfectly content sitting at the sidelines, but now things were interesting.

"Make sure you keep an eye on those wicked people, Seth." He warned in his icy voice. "They may seem nice but they will kill you as soon as they get the chance."

"W-what?"

"Don't interrupt." Hans' tone was cold and he slapped Seth's cheek fairly hardly, making the boy mutter a hastily apology. "Better. Now listen, this is important. See if you can gain their trust and then reveal your abilities to them. Don't tell them that you are living here, they will kill you if you do. Don't even say you're a prince, got it?" Seth nodded mutely, feeling dumbstruck —why was Hans making him deal with people who wanted to kill him? He hoped there was a good reason, a good back-up plan too. "Well, we can't attack them on the island or we could hurt our own people. We have to wait for them to build a new boat and leave, then you can teleport on and off of the thing, tell us where they are and we can attack them and save all of our people from those wicked monsters. It can hardly fail."

Seth nodded once more before standing unsteadily. "They have to go soon, one of the little princes is really sick."

Hans and Ayla grinned in synchronisation, both looking like it was christmas come early. "Good." Hans finished, fangs glinting in the red candlelight. "Go on, go back and earn their trust. And once you do that, we can attack."

Seth gulped visibly but agreed all the same, muttering good bye before teleporting into town to get some turkish delight and then back to the village to deliver it to his new friend —the first friend he'd ever really had.

Once you do that, we can attack. Those words replayed over and over in Seth's mind, making him feel weak at the knees. If these people were monsters then they had to go, sure, but they really didn't seem that bad.

But if Ayla and Hans said they were then it had to true. After all, they were extremely trustworthy — when had they ever let him down?

Damn, a bit late but oh well. I hope you liked it anyway! Things will be moving on quicker from this point, there will be much less slice-of-life scenes, so prepare yourself!

Anyway, thanks for the extra support last chapter, it means a lot! Big shoutout to anniGirl93 (anniArtist93 on DeviantArt) who did an amazing artwork of my OC!

See you soon!

Luna