A/N: Blood, homophobia and violance warning! And they are kinda naked at the beginning. Just sayin'

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The sun blooms on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever outwards into the vibrant blue skies of Ovrilon, radiating hope, the beginning of a new day. Shining through the windows, a ray of playful sunshine pressed its lips against Cassandra's temple, waking the warrior up. Her orbs greet the dayshine, her heart flutters as she turns her attention to the woman in her arms. Beautiful and bare. She is sleeping soundly as her chest rise and fall with every breath she takes. Cassandra smiles at the sight. Pressing a tender kiss to Elsa's forehead, the Queen shifted as she inhaled a deep breath. She blinks, closes her eyes, and blink again.

The smile of Cassandra welcomes her, and suddenly Elsa's feeling butterflies in her stomach. It took her a moment to realise that they are both naked as the day they born. Her heart hammered against her chest, remembering the activities of last night. Lips tingling from the memory of Cassandra's lips against hers, she shuddered. What they did felt so strange yet natural. Like it was meant to be. Elsa never let anyone so close to her. Cassandra came in and rocked her world. It's incredible how she warmed up withing such a short time.

Speaking of warming up, Elsa couldn't help but feel the high temperature of Cassandra's body pressed against her skin. She's not the kind of person Elsa fantasised about. She dreamed of someone who would just leave her be or treat her like she's worth nothing. She never thought about receiving compliments, soft kisses, loving smiles and those strong arms wrapping around her at night, keeping her safe. Cassandra is her dashing knight with shining armour. Elsa gained enough courage to look up into Cass' sparkling eyes and blushed. "Good morning."

"Morning, beautiful." She said with her fingers gently reaching for Elsa's cheek, caressing her rosy skin. Sighing, she pulled the blonde a bit tighter to her body. "I wish we could wake up like this every morning. You know, with you by my side." Her facial expression turned into a wicked smile as she brushed a lock of platinum blonde hair behind Elsa's ear. "Preferably naked." The Queen giggled and buried her face in the crook of Cass' neck, crimson colouring her cheeks. "Just...us." She finished with a whisper.

"I'd like that too." Said Elsa against the princess' neck, her cold breath gently caressing her skin.

"Sometimes, when I have too much time to think, I wonder what it would feel like to have a home."

"What do you mean?" Elsa asked, curiosity in her smooth voice. She's living in an enormous, beautiful castle. Then why she wishes for a home?

Cass sighed and swallowed painfully. All of her violent and lonely memories suddenly darkening her heart and mind. "I've spent most of my life travelling, and I know, from the things I've told you might think I enjoy the rush." She put a gentle hand on Elsa's head, fingers lightly playing with her blonde hair. "But no, I don't think I ever did. It wasn't my choice, you know? It wasn't me who wanted to leave my country for eight years, find myself on a battlefield and leave again, just to come back and clean up my father's mess. All the studying and mastering everything I could was fun, but at the end of the day, all I could think of is home. My heart yearned for stability as I grew older."

Somewhere, Elsa could understand Cassandra's longing. They were both so alone for more than they should've been and it shows. Cass seems tough and brave. But inside, she's just as vulnerable as everyone else, or even more sensitive. Her only escape from the pain we're books, they still are. Being surrounded by people, tutors, relatives and soldiers, she always felt misunderstood by the world and quite lonely. Elsa only had her parents after the accident with Anna, but she spent just as much time alone as Cass. One can still feel lonely, even if they are physically with other people. It's like being the only planet in a universe full of stars.

But now, they have each other. And love is the only thing that can heal two broken hearts.

Elsa pulled back a little, letting Cassandra admire her beautiful eyes. They are like fire in water, passion in ice, so full of life yet so uncertain. They might look cold, which is not surprising, but the hottest fires always burn blue. The icy blueness generated a feeling like Cassandra was being pulled into a lake of frozen emotions. But Cassandra is fire. Elsa is ice and snow. Fire can melt both, just like a burning love is able to soften a frozen heart.

Cupping the raven-haired woman's cheek, Elsa leaned closer to her and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. "Don't give up on your dreams just yet. You can still have what you want." She whispered, cold breath making the warrior's mouth tingle.

Their gazes locked, Cassandra smiled. Elsa being with her...it means everything. She wished just to freeze this moment, and stay like this forever. "With you, my darling Snowflake, I believe that nothing is impossible."

Elsa didn't know what to say. She slightly opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. She's speechless. That was probably the most romantic thing she ever heard in her entire life. Cassandra's like one of those heroes from romance novels she read when she was a teenager. But then something came to her mind. A thing that she promised to herself a while ago. "I thought about asking, but somehow never did...why are you calling me 'Snowflake'?" She asked sheepishly.

"Why, the answer is easy. I thought you might know it already." She paused to chuckle when Elsa bit her lip, feeling a bit dumb. "So, every snowflake is unique, perfect in their own way. Just like you are, Elsa. You are different than most people; that's what makes you flawless. And it's also the reason why I'm so fond of you."

The first time Cassandra look upon Elsa's face back in Arendelle, it was not on the perfect features that she dwelled — not the icy blue eyes, nor the pink lips, and not even the light freckles. Instead it was the small blemishes and insecurities that allured her. The way her hands trembled every time she got a bit too close, her stuttering words and the shy smile. That was the moment Cassandra had found the person who was perfectly imperfect for her, even if she didn't know it back then.

Cassandra is not perfect either. But she'd follow Elsa to hell if that would keep her safe. She'd defend her even if the odds were against them. Maybe she's a fool. But she's only a fool for her darling Snowflake. They both thought about the same thing with rapidly beating hearts. Is it time to express how they feel? Are they ready to say those sweet three words? Which one of them is brave enough to do it?

Suddenly, Cass spoke, breaking the idyllic moment. "We should get up. I must attend a meeting soon." That was definitely not what Elsa expected, but she understood. Maybe they are not ready just yet. Sending an illusion to the meeting is, unfortunately, not an option. "I suppose you should go and have breakfast with Zander and Anna." She said and felt Elsa's hand lightly caress her neck. Her cool hands traced the smooth skin there, bringing back memories.

I felt my mother's soothing hands caress me from my back to my neck. She looked at me with such love that I'm afraid I'll never be able to explain or feel from someone else. "...sleep, my darling, safe and sound. For in this river all is found." Her gentle voice made all my fears go away as it echoed through my room. "In her waters deep and true, lay the answer and a path for you. Dive down deep into her sound, but not too far or you'll be drowned." Mom is so good to me... A few weeks ago, she told me that my grandfather died with tears in her eyes. I don't know what that means, but somehow it makes me sad. I'm also happy. My mom is the Queen of Ovrilon! She was crowned today. I don't know what that means either, but I'm so proud of her. She's so pretty! Her new, queenly attire looks beautiful on her. I wonder if I'll look as good as her when I become the queen.

"Mom, I miss grandpa," I whispered, my small hands gripping my mother's dress as I interrupted her singing.

"I know, darling. We all miss him. But even if he's not here, he loves you with all his heart." She smiled weakly. She has the most beautiful smile in the world. I'm so little, but I'd do anything to make my mom happy. "Now, let me continue." She cleared her throat, and I giggled. It sounds so funny when she does that! "Yes, she will sing to those who'll hear, and in her song, all magic flows. But can you brave what you most fear? Can you face what the river knows?" My grandpa used to sing this song to me before he got sick. I wonder what's the meaning behind it. He told me that his mother sang it to him when he was little. Grandpa had such a sweet voice. I wish I could hear it again. "Where the north wind meets the sea, there's a mother full of memory. Come, my darling, homeward bound. When all is lost, then all is found." With her gentle hands, my mom laid me down on my bed. My small body sank back into the mattress, enjoying the soft sheets. Mom laid down next to me and pulled the blanket over us.

I snuggled closer to her body. She's just as warm as me; it's so lovely. But then I heard the door open, and my father came in. "Zara! What did I tell you?!" He's yelling again! Why he's so loud all the time?! I hate it!

"Get out, Wulfacar! You are scaring her!" My mom yelled back as my body began to tremble. It's different from her. She's only yelling when she wants to protect me. Mom is calm and kind; she's not like dad.

"Leave Cassandra alone! You shouldn't sleep with her all the time! It makes her weak! She can't hide behind her mother's skirt forever!" Maybe he's right. Mom is always there for me. But what can I do?

I'm so scared of everything and everyone! But mom...she makes me feel safe and...I don't know! I need my mom! "She's just a kid!"

"I don't care about what she's! You are coming to bed. To our bed! And from now, she's sleeping alone!" He stopped yelling and left the room.

My eyes began to water. Why, dad? Why are you like that? "Mom..." I sobbed. "Does he love me?"

My mom sighed sadly and pulled me against herself. "Of course, he loves you. He's just...he's different, you know? But he loves you; I'm sure of that." I rested my head against her chest, but the tears kept flowing like the river around the castle.

"Then why he's so bad to me?" I asked, still sobbing.

I heard my mother gulp. I didn't mean to make her sad. "I don't know, sweetie." She whispered, her voice weakening. "I don't know."

"...Cass?" Elsa's sweet voice brought her back to reality. She blinked a few times, trying to be aware of her surroundings. "Are you okay?"

"Umm...yes. Don't worry; it was just a vision again." Again. That's what bothers her. Her visions are becoming quite regular and troublesome lately. She sighed and decided to pay them no attention. "Come on, let's go. The day won't start without us." She pressed one last kiss to Elsa's lips, and they both began their morning routine.

Elsa wandered the great halls of the Ovrilonian castle as she tried to find the dining room. She managed to enter a few, unknown places, but then she bumped into Vera, the maid from the other day. She giggled when she saw how lost the Queen was and helped her find her destination with ease. She bowed to Elsa, and let her enter the room.

The blonde stepped inside and found herself greeted by Anna and Zander's presence. For the first time, she's the one being late. It's usually Anna who doesn't know when to wake up. "Good morning." She said, face flushed with embarrassment. Zander nodded, greeting her quietly.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." Anna giggled with a knowing grin. "I went to your room to wake you up, but I couldn't find you. I wonder where my dear sister has been." She wiggled her eyebrows and Zander smile at them.

"I got lost."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am."

"Suuureeee." The younger girl giggled. Elsa doesn't need to tell her anything. Somehow Anna always knows what's up with her sister.

Elsa took a seat between Anna and Zander. She can see all kinds of food on the table — fruits, cheese, yoghurt, some eggs and things she can't recognise. She decided to go for a light breakfast and reached for a few pieces of fruit and yoghurt.

"So..." Zander began. "Are you excited about the ball tomorrow?"

"Yes!" Anna claimed immediately, while stuffing and egg into her mouth. She's probably more excited about the whole ball thing than Elsa.

The man laughed and smiled at them warmly. "It's the only time of the year when Cassandra is home for more than a few days. Of course, she must be staying here for longer to arrange her birthday party."

Anna and Elsa stared with widened eyes. "Her birthday?" They asked in unison. Cassandra never mentioned such a thing. Hell, they didn't even know when's she was born. But why? She should've told Elsa at least. They are a couple after all.

"Wait, she didn't mention?" Zander sighed and shook his head. "Of course she didn't. That's very much like her."

"We need to buy her a gift," Anna said, and Elsa nodded in agreement. "Zander, you know her much better than we do. What should we get her?"

"Why don't we go to the village after we finished our meal? I'd gladly help you find something. And I know exactly what you should get her."

-Meanwhile-

Cassandra impatiently tapped the table under her roundly shaped fingernails. The meeting has nearly begun, and the council members are already trying to slice her throat. "Your majesty! It's almost your 25th birthday, we all think you should be getting married for Ovrilon's sake!" One of them said.

Of course, they want her to marry a man. They've been trying for years now. But she never let herself fall into their trap. She'll never get married unless she wants to. "I said it before, good lords. I'm not getting married!" She claimed.

"But princess! Your mother was already married at your age!"

"And I'm not my mother!" Some part of her regrets saying that. How she wished for her mother's protection at this moment. "No one's getting married."

"Please, your majesty! You could have anyone! Kings, princes, nobles, aristocrats! They would all eat from your hand!"

Cassandra slammed her first against the table, her anger raging. "That's it! That's the problem!" She pushed herself up from her seat and walked around the table. The lords all looked at her. All the men. "Don't you see it, gentlemen? Just look at me! I'd make a much better man than they do! I have no interest in any of them!" She's at the brink of yelling, but she must control herself. She can't be like her father.

"But you must choose a husband! As the future queen, it's your job to provide heirs to this country!" The idea of kids does sound nice, but the husband part makes her puke.

"My answer is still no." She breathed out, regaining her royal composure. "And besides, I already have a beloved." Her dear Elsa, the woman who claimed her heart within such a short time.

"Then marry him!"

"Her!" She corrected the man. "My lover is a woman, and I wouldn't leave her for anyone! You can promise me any man, ruler or not; my love is only for one person!" She's shaking. She just said that she loves Elsa, she really does, she can feel it in her hammering chest. But what if the blonde doesn't love her back? It's too early to say that she wants to marry Elsa, but the idea is quite tempting.

"That's a sin! Women should be paired with men, not with other women!"

"Don't tell me who I can and cannot love! Don't put limits to what is and what is not appropriate! You have no right to tell me what to do! As long as I'm the person with the highest rank in the room, your words mean nothing! I can love the whole world, any person of any age, gender or background! And you'll still accept it, whether you want it or not!" She paused for a moment. Everyone went silent in the room as they listened to her speech. But she knew she's right. She grits her teeth together and gestures at the door. "Leave!" She yelled at them. How dare they tell her, the crown princess of Ovrilon who she shall marry?!

"But..."

"I said leave!" She cut off the man. "The meeting is finished. You are dismissed!"

All the lords left the room with tails between their legs. Cassandra still shook whit anger, her blood boiling as she went to the door when she was left alone. She can feel herself weakening, breath shaking with every step she takes. "Tell my uncle that he's needed right now." She told a servant waiting beside the entrance.

She wandered back into the room. Everything's getting out of hand. She just...screamed at the council. Her father always did the same. She groaned, her legs giving up as she stopped next to the table, leaning against it for dear life. With each passing day, she can feel herself becoming a monster like Wulfacar. Cass is trying to control herself, but sometimes it isn't enough. Her trembling hands left a burning mark on the table as she collapsed onto the floor.

All I ever wanted is a home. It's been a few years since I've left Ovrilon. I'm fourteen now. After years of travelling, all I want is to be at home. After weeks of begging, my uncle finally granted my wish. I'm finally home! Or at least, that's what I thought. "Father, no!" I cried out in pain when I felt his first strike. I-I...why is he doing that?! He's supposed to act like my father! They say every girl's first love is her father. For me, it wasn't like that. "Help!" I screamed as loud as I can, but no one heard. Even if they did, they wouldn't act against the king's will. I've always been so scared of him. Mom, why aren't you here? Can't you see that I'm suffering? Someone, please help!

"I told you not to come back unless you're told!" He's yelling at me again. I spent four years without even hearing his voice. I wish I have stayed. I was so stupid, thinking that he would change and welcome me with loving arms. "You little shit!" Dad, why don't you love me?

"No!" I cried out again at the third strike. He's using a whip. The leather is piercing through my bare skin, leaving nothing but red, bloody marks. It hurts so much! I'm already crying, why is there no one who would help me? Uncle, where are you?! Zander, please help me! "I hate you, Wulfacar!" That was the first time when I called him by his name and not the last. "I hate you!" His strikes became stronger and more painful. I heard him groan behind me. "You should've died and not mom!" I'm trying to move, but my hands are tied. Why is he so violent? What have I done to deserve this?! "You are not my father! You are no one to me! Fuck you, Wulfacar!" I screamed again, my own blood drilling down my back, but my calling didn't reach anyone. I'm so alone in this world.

Years passed. The pain faded into hate. But the scars that were caused by my father are still on my back, reminding me of what kind of person he is. A father should love his child. But mine...I don't even know. I guess he never loved me. And this castle...it isn't home anymore.

"Oh, gods! Cassandra, wake up!" The princess' eyes opened as she felt her uncle's arms shaking her awake. "Cass! What happened to you?" He asked, fear in his voice.

"I-I.." Panting hard, she managed to sit up with Zander's help.

"Cass, tell me what's going on!" He's not yelling, but his voice is different. He seems worried about her. How strange. No one showed her as much care as he does since Queen Zara died.

"A vision...another one." She gulped. "I'm scared, uncle! Something is coming! I can feel it in my bones. Everyone's in danger, you, me, Elsa, Anna, Ovrilon and Arendelle!" She's trembling, and he can see it. Whatever is coming, they must be prepared.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He asked as he helped her get up to her feet. She might be going crazy.

"I don't know yet. But it's coming. Send troops to Arendelle. We can't let them suffer because of ourselves. Don't tell anyone, just do it. I must protect Elsa, even if that means facing my father's wrath."

A/N: Oop

So Wulfacar is an even bigger asshole than we thought. But hey, at least we know how Cass got her scars. I kinda feel bad for giving her such a bad father...but nevermind, let the drama begin! And why on Earth would Cass' mom, great-grandmother and grandfather would know the song "All is found"?

Ovrilon gives me Russia vibes. Idk if anyone noticed, but some of the characters have Russian names because I thought that would be cool. (Fyodor, Vera, Ivan, Andrei)

Fun fact: Cassandra would die for a piece of cake. She has an accent.

Not to be rude, but gIVe mE rEwIeWS