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"Frozen Again: 'Faith, Hope, and Love"

Act III

Chapter 50

"Mother Knows Best"

"Hold on, hold on… I might be picking up something." Squinting his charcoal black eyes out the side carriage window, Olaf quite comically waddles across the hushed coach. He climbs first onto the seat, then hops up over big silent Job's bewildered yet sturdy shoulder, until the snowman squishes his nearly 3 foot tall snowy body in three separating parts through the frontal communication portal.

S-P-PLA-TT!

The frigid ice cold magical creation's three parts each rhythmically smack into the back of Eugene's unpleasantly surprised tight rear end.

"Yee-sh! Cold, cold, DAMN COLD in my southern hemisphere!" Flynn Rider certainly wasn't shy to be vocal of his complaint as he leaps off the seat of his chilled pants, fortunately not falling off, since the airborne drop was hundreds of feet down at this high altitude.

Eugene instinctively reaches for the sudden ice cold and sleet wet small of his back where Olaf had tumbled up on the driver's bench into.

"What the hell are you up to, Frosty?! Boy, am I gonna have one bad case of lumbago tomorrow!" Eugene yanks out Olaf's mostly reassembled head and torso to plop them with his one free arm onto the driver's bench beside him all whilst he the bellyaches of his now wet and decidedly chilled rear end.

"Accident." Olaf's smooshed to the hard surface mouth mutters on his face as his body scrambles to get himself back together like Humpty-Dumpty. Eugene puts a hand to his behind with an audible sigh at the melted moisture that that fool's persistent personal snow flurry ensured.

Not that kind of accident! Damn, it's gonna look like I wet my pants in front of all those lovely ladies! Just peachy for a man's fake reputation…

"Sorry, Flynn-er-Eugene! But I wanted to get a better look at something coming towards us!" Unfazed Olaf explains as he distastefully shocks a bug eyed Eugene by plunging one of his branch arms deep into his snowball chest region.

"Yecch!" Flynn and Pascal simultaneously stick their tongues in grossed out astonishment.

Olaf digs about a bit with his mouth murmuring all the while: "It's getting cluttered in here…Gotta do something about that…Maybe Spring cleaning… Oh, how I love the sound of Spring, right next to the sound of SUMMER!…"

"A-ha! Here it is!" The pleasantly talking-to-himself snowman disturbingly produces a small metal telescope from somewhere hiding within his center snowball. Olaf expertly handles the new naval magnification gadget that JustHans had patiently taught him to use aboard ship and starts scanning with one black eye squinting through its rounded glass.

"A spyglass? What else do you have rolling around in there, my fine frosted friend?" A soft spot for collecting small shiny things still, Eugene asks drolly with a poke at Olaf's rounded form after he exchanges an interested look with a pure snowy white Pascal. The chameleon hugs his protective lizard arms around his own hopefully nonporous tummy that was quite turned at the thought of such invasive self-inspection.

"Wait! At one…No…Let's see…Two, Thirty-seven?! No… Three! Definitely three and forty-five o'clock!" His branch arms point around wildly after verbally calculating the military style of conveying degree location of an incoming bogey as Kommander Westergaard had instructed him proper usage of.

"I see Sven and Kristoff! But he doesn't look so good. I don't think he should fly with his eyes closed like that. And without a seat belt. It's not safe." Olaf comments in his simple, disconnected way. At first excited, then down in the mouth, his snow cheeks pucker in protest when Flynn's quick hands grab the snow creature's telescopic device and the man peers through with some trepidation.

"Gimme that thing." The master thief's swift hands and high intelligence quotient soon figures out how to use the telescope's zoom in capability to focus on what his snowy bench mate had already spotted in the distance

"Not bad for a snowman using the check six clock system of a shipboard envelope scan." An impressed Eugene murmurs, silently congratulating his brother's aptitude as an instructor, even on this the dumbest of dumb 'species.'

"But you're right. The poor guy's injured. This is bad. Hiyah, my pretty fillies!" Nominally tossing back the handheld telescope that Olaf's slippery branchy hands almost lose grip of, Eugene takes firm command of the reins. In all seriousness, he directs the pair of the Snow Queen's mares to race even faster in a direct path to overtake the sighted reindeer team.

"What's happening?" Ice Queen Elsa appears by her ice levitation through the top of the carriage again at his back with the pertinent query at this sudden spike in agitated speed.

"Reindeer ahead coming towards us." Eugene answers, even toned. He did not wish to alarm the frozen maiden who was already hazardously on edge.

"With Anna and Papa?" Elsa's first thought was for her little sister and father, and her concerned tongue just catches in her throat for mentioning a certain handsome young Dane by name, too.

"Don't know. Take a gander through Olaf's spyglass." Eugene's serious face as he leans forward to urge the flying horses on even more startles Elsa. She icily uses her cryokinetics to purloin Olaf's new toy and gaze through it with one wildly hopeful eye wide-open.

"Kristoff's unconscious and his left leg appears bloody and contorted! I don't see Papa or… anyone else…on the other reindeer. Wait! Are those Anna's boots and hands around Kristoff's chest? I can't make it out clearly. Here Olaf, you look!" Elsa removes the telescope that Hans had taught her to use and shoves the instrument back over Olaf's one eye not glued shut. Then she wipes at her own eyes that were dewy wet with tears of her strained sudden fright.

"Ahh! How cruel! The monster left only Anna's boots and hands! That's not good!" Stupidly Olaf gasps in horror when his snowpea-brain couldn't pull much more in than that. The rest of Anna couldn't be seen behind her broad shouldered and big muscled husband.

"Olaf! Anna is sitting behind Kristoff, holding him onto Sven. Can't you see?!" Elsa clarifies in her own high-pitched building panic for her dear one's safety as she grabs the telescope back from the freaking-out dumb snowman to double-check.

"Oh, yeah. That makes more sense. Hee hee." Olaf chortles at himself as the slipping and sliding snowman holds on tight to the bench beside Eugene's uncultivated, not so smooth driving technique that was bouncing them all about the front.

"Mama! Anna's bringing Kristoff! He looks hurt!" Elsa, at first terrified, then switches into her trained leadership mode as Royal Queen. "Prepare room on one side for the injured to board!" She orders in regal tones, keeping her cool together.

"I'll be ready, dear! Anna..." Queen Idun hustles with Rapunzel to clear the rear bench, Job even pitching in to ready a makeshift bed with the obedient lamb to serve as a fluffy pillow for the wounded patient.

As they near one another, Eugene does rather well as he maneuvers his flying carriage at close quarters just to hover around the side of Sven's slowing travel.

"Mama! Quick! You have to sing to Kristly!" Anna cries out against the rushing winds as she pops up from behind her injured boy. The small framed orangey ginger girl starts to try to pick Kristoff's dead weight up to usher him into the side door that daring Rapunzel flings open and hangs out upon, her hand extended to her cousin with Queen Idun and Job forming a chain.

"Anna! Hold on tight! I'm coming!" Elsa backs down into the carriage and uses her ice magic to draw Kristoff and Anna hugged to his torso's back, across the coach's threshold and onto the seat where Job was helpfully poised to carry the big bodied young man in the rest of the way.

"It's his leg! I think some bones must have been crushed, poor boy." Gently feeling around at Kristoff's ripped and peeling back trouser leg, Rapunzel was delicate around the open and bloodied multiple wounds. Nurse Rapunzel assesses the damage from where she was knelt at his feet that she supportively props up on her shoulder from dangling off the short bench.

"The monster got away… There was a cave-in. Papa put up an ice shield…Hans went down to get Kristly…'cause he couldn't climb out himself in time." Anna's breathless retelling comes out in dribs and drabs all colored with great anxiety and worry for her love as she falls to her knees by his passed-out face.

"The boy's lost a lot of blood." As Queen Idun takes her place at Kristoff's lower body and examines the wide-open wound's dirt-filled, encrusted blood entry she murmurs her evaluation in soft tones to Rapunzel, who nods in agreement.

By now though, her clumsy little girl's step-and-fetchit antics required her caring Mama to become quite a healing nurse all through Anna's active childhood. And after Agdar's terrible traumatic accident that shaved off both his limbs, the tough stomached little Swedish woman had gleaned more than her share of medical experience with deep cut injuries and bloodied lacerations to last her a lifetime.

"Oh, Mama!" Her pricked-up ears overhearing, Anna panics, clutching at her parent's dress hem, her other hand wrapping around Kristoff's feverishly pulsating big fist.

"It's all right, my baby. We can fix this boo-boo. Don't you worry." Speaking tenderly and petting her child's tears away just as she did when Anna was so little, Idun swallows back her own exhaustion and fear and begins to sing.

"Not the labor of my hands, can fulfill Thy law's demands;

Could my zeal no respite know? Could my tears forever flow?

All for sin could not atone, Thou must save and Thou alone."

Idun calls upon the healing powers of her 'Rock of Ages' that had been blessed upon her for these trials that He knew she would one day face.

As her Queen mother's lilting soprano works her golden flower imbued healing powers over Kristoff's leg, his broken bones begin to twist and turn as they knit back together.

Anna's hands-on constant rubbing and caressing of his legs, both of them – all the way up, mind you– certainly helps the virile young man's blood start flowing again.

Kristoff stirs awake with a slight moan at the burning hot golden glow of Idun's curative song that sets the crushed and broken bones of his defunct leg back into place.

"Anna. You could stop massaging the leg now." Embarrassed, Kristoff's mellow voice speaks to his loving new wife's rather rousing touches of his bared ankle to thigh.

"But you have such nice legs." Honest Anna doesn't blush as she presses her Kristoff's reinstated firm muscular lower leg to her cheek warmly, showering it up and down the whole way with kisses.

That action culminates in Kristoff beckoning her with one big wagged finger, to which Anna scoots across the floor on her knees in response. The relieved girl then consequently receives a massive powerful kiss, both recipients needing that physical bit of love's recharge to keep going.

Rapunzel smiles in full understanding as she too gives Kristoff's bare lower appendage a patted caress as the nurse in her stands away, and the seamstress in her returns to quick stitch up Kristoff's ripped pant leg as a tired Idun looks approvingly on.

"Anna? What happened to Papa?… And…Hans?" Elsa, the only unwed female in the carriage, averts her eyes from the newlyweds' passionate osculation and changes the subject.

"Hmm? Oh! Right!" Anna has to drag her unwilling lips and fuzzy mind back to reality as Kristoff sits up and pulls her onto his lap, examining his working, no longer deformed leg with his eyes and a smile.

"Papa ordered us to go back to Arendelle, you know, in that annoying oh–so-heroic 'I'm your father. You must listen to me!' big man, stern voice—" The sound of which Anna emulates in a lowered range absurdly."—Then that Hans just picked me up and loaded me and Kristoff like bags of potatoes onto Sven before the cave collapsed totally. He said he'd stay with Papa. As if I'm not good enough to help?! Men!" Throwing her hands expressively in the air, Anna rolls her eyes at the bossy think-they-know-better gender as a whole, her Kristly the only wonderful exception to that rule.

Although, all of her thoughts of young, heroic Mr. Westergaard were not entirely unfavorable, though she would certainly deny it if anyone asked.

"When I heard the cave collapse I looked back and saw Papa and Hans flying off in the opposite direction, gallivanting after that evil monster all by themselves, without waiting for us. Now, how are we supposed to track those silly guys down, if we're going to save them, Elsa?!" Anna spits that all out in practically one breath. The gutsy girl appeared more frustrated than worried that her dear Papa, with that Hans at his side, went to confront that deadly Draugen monster without her.

ZOING. ZOING. ZOING.

Before anyone has a chance to answer Anna, the fired up ginger feels an uncanny palpitation pressed against her skin from where she was sitting on her husband's lap.

"Huh? Oh!" Anna tugs out from her limited cleavage the hexagonal fancy mirror that she had found earlier afloat near the shore. It was glowing in a ghostly shade of bluish white.

"Little Princess… Little Princess can you hear me?" The magic mirror in Anna's hands flashes in lights of the aurora borealis until it displays the ethereal alabaster face of the beautiful great Northern Snow Queen.

"You did well to bring my Snow Prince to safety." And the legendary mistress of the snow was looking directly up at the amazed girl who was seated on Kristoff's wide-eyed lap.

"It was my Papa who saved him!" Proud of her heroic parent, Anna fights the urge to take credit as she gives her absent father his impressive ice powered due.

"Yes, my Windchime boy is heading into grave danger, but there is little I can do myself to help him." The striking, pale-skinned, pristine beauty of an age-old woman speaks in ominous deep echo-y tones from her far off frozen palace of the North.

"Pardon, me, Your Majesty. Please, can you at least lead us to Papa? I know I can help defeat this wicked beast. He shouldn't have to do it alone." After a respectful half-curtsy, Elsa's wringing hands folded on her lap immediately spring to life as she intrepidly takes the mirror from Anna until she was face to face with the Snow Queen of legend.

"So you are the precious tiny shining diamond my Windchime boy so proudly spoke of to me when your powers were first developing. His little 'Snow Angel' with the tremendous untapped potential, whom he loved so dearly that he'd 'do anything to protect.' We meet at last." The Snow Queen reaches towards the iridescent mirror from the inside with her cold icy hands as if she longed to touch Elsa's pale cheek.

"Papa was proud of me? He never said." Elsa murmurs, feeling like that small and insignificant child again. She considers her uncertain youth growing up when she felt so inferior and unworthy of being the King's daughter that he had to keep her secluded from the rest of the outside world. Elsa never realized until now that her noble and strong father had endured the same unwanted growing pains in his hesitant icy childhood as she, and only wished to spare her from facing it for long as possible. She could see now that he only implemented the cutoff solitude, just as his parents before thought best for him, when her exhibited powers began to go out of control.

The young Queen feels her mother's hand squeeze hers with a soft compassionate smile, Idun sensing acutely how her daughter felt in the knowledge that whatever mistakes she and her husband had made in raising their oldest child, it was out of love in wanting a good life for her that she could hopefully learn to cope with someday.

"We rarely say what we mean the most." The Snow Queen's lyrical voice summarizes with traces of an exotic foreign accent. "Yes, I see your Pappa there in your lovely pure crystalline eyes, child, now that your powers have flourished finally with the control he mastered and prayed for in you. I have been watching your progress with a vested interest from afar." The platinum blonde woman's long dangling diamond crystal earrings tinkle against her frosted high white lace collar as her pale blue eyes and Elsa's cerulean ones connect through the magic looking glass.

"But you are more correct than he in your awareness at such a youthful age, that God did not create a single one of us to be alone. It took me far too long to realize that myself, sensible young Elsa of Arendelle." The ancient wise spirit of the snow graces Elsa with one of her rare elegant smiles, fully revealing her true frozen beauty few were ever allowed to glimpse.

"I believe you are ready to embrace your full potential at last. So I will guide you to your good and honorable father because he does need you, Ice Queen, in his righteous quest to rid his country of this foul, polluted creature. In so doing, we must bring all of nature back to order for the sake of the one I love, as well." In her castle in the arctic north, the Snow Queen turns her icy head to glance to the unconscious man half phasing in and out a physical form seated in the soundlessly silent Snow Palace throne beside her.

Ragi was in an insensate comatose state, yet his fighting soul, was still restless in scattered pieces as he tries to hold onto his reality, as seen on every subtle measure of his hard worn, yet kind, facial features.

"Thank you, your Majesty." Queen Elsa of Arendelle bows her head reverently to the great benefactress of the snowy North, whom all her ancestors had enjoyed a mutual peace with for timeless eras before the current ruler of Norway's royal house was ever born.

For the cold ice and snow would always be the true monarch of this land.

"My son?" Stately icy blonde woman with regal elegance dripping from every cool pore of her being then turns to project herself in a crystal clear flawless high C voice to address a shocked Kristoff Bjorgman seated beside Elsa.

"Umm…uh…Me? Does she seriously mean me?" The modest mountain man was still too humble and down to earth enough to be in disbelief that this legendary Mistress of the elements of snow was his real mother who gave actual birth to him, just a regular bloke with an uncanny passion for ice and snow...

"My mother is the mystical Snow Queen of the far North we've grown up hearing stories about?" Almost afraid of the frightening truth, Kristoff whispers his anxiety in Anna's ear. The vibrant girl nods, maybe more eager and willing to believe in fairytales than her prosaic young man.

"Kristoff." The Snow Queen smiles a radiant lustrous smile as she revels in articulating the inspired name she had given her one and only, greatest miracle.

"Y-yes? Snow Queen… I mean…Your Majesty… That is…" The simple ice harvester nervously trips over his own words as he responds to the elegant woman in the mirror with the piercing blue eyes that seemed to be looking straight through him.

"As the new Wind Whisperer you will be able to hear in your heart your Móðir's elemental voice whispered on the icy wind, if you so choose. I will lead you to defeat that abomination that you were chosen to vanquish as passed down from generation to generation long ago in stories of old. Please, fulfill that destiny, before your father fades away from me. I have complete faith in you." The tears behind the Snow Queen's eyes were not the false glassy incarnation of some feminine mythological being. They were the genuine tears of a woman—the mother he didn't have.

And she was giving him the encouragement and a tenderness the Snow Queen's cold heart before love never knew possible.

The utterly good heart in Kristoff Bjorgman was moved enough to accept what his sensitive soul was assuring him, via his close link with all of nature now.

"Pakka per, Móðir." (Thank you, Mother.) Kristoff's mellow voice speaks aloud in a foreign language he never before owned. But everything about this being the new spirit connected Wind Whisperer was an unraveling mystery to him. Luckily Kristoff had learned long ago 'just to roll with it,' or he might go mad with all the fresh shifting tides in his mind.

{"I promise, I won't let either of you down."} The blonde man calmly mentally projects his confidence across the hundreds of frosted miles between himself and the Snow Queen where she was in her palace high atop the Arctic Circle.

And through her bond with nature's snow and her soulmate Ragi's channeling, the woman perceives her child's communication perfectly clear and he comforts her in turn.

"I will pray for you all." The sophisticated figure of the unearthly ethereal being behind the other side of the mirror closes her snowflake glimmering eyes to signal her farewell as the face of the icy looking glass fades to normal reflection again.


"Is everything all right down there, gang? 'Cause it's gone awfully quiet— Hey! Good to see you up and at it again, Muscles. You had us worried there." Flynn Rider affords Kristoff a wink as he leans his long curious neck down to converse with those inside the coach who were disturbingly as hushed as if they were attending a wake.

And funerals never were my thing, even if black is a good color for me. Too deathly quiet…

"Why are you all staring at me? Why are they all staring at me?" Eugene turns to his sidekick Pascal who shrugs back to his normal green shade. "Did I miss something? Or did some stray dumb bird poop on my head out here?"

Whether he was trying to be the comic relief or not, Eugene lightens the heavy mood inside the coach for them to all catch their collective breath now that the Northern Snow spirit had departed her presence, and consider their next action.

Queen Elsa's eyes connect with Kristoff's and the healed blond young man gives her a nod. The two like, responsible minds did not even have to speak to understand one another's meaning.

Kristoff stands as tall as his six foot five tall height could be hunched over in the short roof carriage. He leans down to give Anna a big, open mouthed, lasting kiss before stepping over to the speeding carriage's door.

In quick motions, Kristoff opens and walks out of the carriage as if he were sure something solid would be waiting out there to catch his next thousand plus foot high altitude step.

And of course, someone was. The loyal best friend of a reindeer had been silently incommunicado with the young Wind Whisperer and was ready for Kristoff to board his reindeer ride's back, albeit at a death-defying dangerous height hundreds of meters up in the air like a daredevil stunt man, without a net.

But with nature itself on his side, the brave young man instinctively knew that he had the wind at his back and the clouds at his command from henceforth as the chilled breeze told him he was never going to do this alone.

Feeling Kristoff's newfound surge of assurance through their bond too, even Sven swirls with a new confident swank around the front of the carriage and takes the lead of the Snow Queen's horse team, much to Flynn's gape-mouthed surprise.

"So, any course corrections for me to follow, Your Majesty? Just click your heels three times and repeat aloud 'I wish I was back in Arendelle,' and you'll be there in two shakes of a reindeer's tail, like your scary, icy Pops instructed me to do. Or is anyone else gonna jump out of my flying carriage because they don't like the way I drive? Because I thought I was starting to get a knack for this baby." Over talkative when he was excited, Flynn's sarcastic voice didn't really need to ask for what his gut already told him.

But a self-preservational man can dare to hope, can't he?

"Acting Captain Fitzherbert," Queen Elsa begins with the condescending honorary title her father bestowed on cousin Eugene that told the man she meant business, "Follow that man and his reindeer to the ends of the earth, if need be. They're leading our way to Papa and the greatest struggle our country has ever faced. We will be counted among the strong who made a stance in history to preserve our beloved nation, do you understand?" With her Papa and Hans' inspiring influence of full patriotic zeal running in her royal veins—along with Agdar's inherited ice— Elsa's exotic flaring eyes stare down Flynn Rider with unyielding fervent command that she had never dared imagine she could wield so expertly before.

"Yes, ma'am! I never argue with a beautiful blonde in authority as a rule! Especially not when she has ice powers that can turn me into a lick'em popsicle stick before you can say—Okay okay! I'm going already! Sheesh, why's everyone always in a rush around here? Must be the high-altitude… Hyah!" And with a few final quips, Eugene finally does as icy Elsa and her fiery little sister Anna, who had climbed up her big sis' ice ramp to be standing at her side, were ordering him with hands on hips and both pairs of their glaring, glowering, determined eyes.

"Like I said before: 'Don't mess with the hot women in the cold far North." Flynn asides to Olaf and Pascal on the front bench beside him as Queen Elsa and Princess Anna of Arendelle, arm in arm standing against the fierce wind of the racing sky carriage, were fully prepared to march into battle to protect their country and save the brave father they both loved dearly, as their cousin and little mother look on with pride.


Móðir – Icelandic for 'Mother' pronounced moou-thir, with the th sound being soft.

Pakka per- 'Thank you' in Icelandic


Happy Thanksgiving, Frozen friends! Hope you had a blessed wonderful and tasty time with your family, as we did here!

As promised, here's the next chapter, hot off the presses! Kind of a look at how this end of the team is doing, patching up Kristoff, chatting with the Snow Queen, and figuring out where we're going. (plus Flynn-er Eigene being a riot the whole time! I adore that man's sarcastic loose lips!)

Now, with Queen Idun and Kristoff's mum the Snow Queen playing such vital starring roles today, I couldn't help but throw in that contagious Tangled song title. The 'Bad Guy' or no, Mother Gothel had a set of lungs on her! The ditty was so fun, you have to keep singing it! (Just try! I dare you not to start humming that catchy Disney villain broadway style tune!) Hence our nicer Mothers get the nod of a chapter title here. (a special thanks to all Moms out there who made this Thanksgiving holiday warm and tasty! ^0^)

What do you think? Please review! ^_^ I love your always wonderful input!

God bless as we move into this blessed season to celebrate the birth of our Lord!

HarukaKou

P.S. I just noticed, there's 99 reviews for our humble little story as we hit the chapter 50 mark!

I wonder who will be first to make the 100th Review entry on "Frozen Again: But the Greatest of These is Love..."!?

Just a bit of an extra Frozen fun challenge, my friendly comment-ers! ^_^

***100! UPDATE! MY WONDERFUL FRIENDLY FROZEN GUEST HAS PUT OUR COMMENTS OVER 100! whoo-whee!

THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU MUCH! YOU GUYS ROCK!

And yes, the excitement and thrills are just building in our adventure from here!

There' a lot of Thanksgiving for our friendship and kindness to your fellow human being/sillyauthor I wish to express!

Thanks to all of my Fanfiction friends who have supported and helped me over this past year of frenzied writing this action/ adventure/ romance tale starring our favorite Frozen and Rapunzel heroes and heroines!

I can't believe that it's been exactly one year since I began spinning this web of intrigue and adventure for my beloved big sister's special birthday present that she wanted to share with you!

Wow! 50 chapters and 320,000+ words later, the imagination God gave us has no limits for this fairytale full of song and great Disney characters and old familiar guests (even a few Kingly and Queenly ones brought back from the bottom of the sea! :) I love Agdar & Idun's role in this now! I think they add a lot to the story of Hans & Elsa's developing relationship! What do you think?

I'm madly scribbling out the next chapter as we speak and hope to have it up by Sunday night! Super birthday week writing extravaganza big finish! Our Arendelle, Corona and Southern Isles' friends are marching into battle with a vicious sea monster now!

So Stay tuned!

Same Olaf time, same Olaf station! ^_*

God bless! Have a great weekend! :)