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Dear Agnarr

I am pleased to announce the birth of our first daughter Princess Rapunzel of Corona. I warmly send an invite to you and to Iduna to Corona for the great festival in celebration. No doubt it will be a welcome break from your own wedding planning! I look forward to your arrival and the feast will be on the 1st of May.

Many Blessings

King Frederick of Corona

"Your Majesty" The high pitched nasally voice broke through his focus on the letter. "Will the bouquets be green or purple?"

"Purple" he said dismissively, waving his hand at the German wedding planner as he went to search for Iduna. He found her in the observatory once again, a green overall on lying on the floor; fiddling with the mechanism of the great telescope. Her hands were a dirty black with grease and oil and her hair was tied back into a tight bun to stop the oil from sticking in it.

"What brings you up here so early?" she didn't flinch, focused on trying to get a stubborn cog to turn in the mechanism itself. "Baergalat!" she shouted as the thing lurched forward, trapping her finger in the mechanism. She wrapped her finger in her apron and winced hard, Agnarr rushing over to hold it in. He took the finger in his hand and rubbed it softly, the pain ebbing away. He pressed a kiss to it and whispered.

"All better?" she nodded and looked at his face, then began to giggle. "What's so funny?" he asked, brow furrowing into a confused expression.

"Look in the mirror" she said in between fits of laughter. He jumped up, dodging the swooping beam of the telescope and rushed to the mirror. Where he had kissed her finger, a thick black line came across his lips and chin, in the perfect outline of her slender finger.

"ha ha; very funny" he said, unamused. He rubbed the mark off with the tea towel and turned back to Iduna. "King Frederick and Ariana have had a daughter!" he announced.

"That's amazing news" she winced again slightly as she stood up and cracked her back, stretching her stiff muscles.

"They want us to visit. The feast is on the first of May and the ship takes about a week"

"That's good, honestly Heinrich is getting too excessive with the wedding planning. It would be nice to have a break" she washed her hands in the sink, resting on the dresser with her legs crossed. "Think of it as a wedding holiday, away from little crazy German wedding planners" she laughed, making Agnarr's heart soar. She hopped off the dresser and undid her hair, the deep chocolate bun falling down her back in long trails. She turned around again to him, just in time to feel him wrap himself around her in a bear hug.

"You're still covered in oil aren't you" he mumbled, the realisation hitting him.

"Yep" she said, patting his back softly.

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The sun glimmered on the navy sea; its dark waves being illuminated by the warm light. Agnarr and Iduna stood at the rails peering at the sapphire ocean, every so often squinting as a rogue ray bounced into their eyes. Iduna wrapped her arm around his, the mild breeze rocking the boat so the two edged closer together every so often 'to stay stable' as Iduna had put it. She would bury her head into his chest to fend off the whipping wind and the cool sea spray; the warmth spreading into his chest threatened to spill over with every tender nuzzle.

With every lurch as the ship touched an unsteady wave Iduna held onto him tighter, him reciprocating the gesture with an equal passion.

"I've never liked the sea" he confessed.

"I've always been more of a fan of the wind, but I like lakes rather than the sea" Iduna's chocolate hair whipped around in the cool breeze.

"Agreed, lakes are much calmer" she coughed into the wind. "And less salty"

"Your majesty, we are arriving" the Captain shouted from the deck, Agnarr nodded in reply and took Iduna down below to their shared compartment. They packed hastily, passing bedsheets and blankets to each other, sneaking in a hug or a kiss here and there. The two sat on the bed, arms entangled and heads gently resting on each other's. Iduna inhaled his scent, toffee and cinnamon filled her senses as she melted into him.

"You smell like Toffee" she commented, eyes closed and moaning happily on his shoulder.

"That would be because I've just eaten your stash!" he joked, but Iduna's head jerked up and stared at him with a shocked intensity of pure fury.

"You what?!" she half shouted.

"It was a joke" he amended, and she breathed a sigh of relief, instantly crashing down into him pinning him down.

"Those types of jokes aren't funny. Chocolate is no laughing matter" she said with a deadly seriousness, face inches above his. He saw the giggle building in her eyes first which spread like wildfire across the rest of the features. She soon joined him at the side both laughing heartily to each other.

"Remind me if we ever need anyone interrogating to hand them over to you" he said in between wheezy breaths.

"Those are just my powers over you Agnarr" she smiled and winked, heading back up to the deck.

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The ship bounced slightly as the wooden bow nudged the dock, sending Iduna into a trip as the large boat ground to a halt.

"Docking at Corona!" a booming voice announced, Iduna regained her footing. A gangplank was slammed onto the harbour wall, its echo ringing out between the tall spires and towers overlooking the city. Iduna admired the view, its pristine white marble reflecting the light into a brilliant white diaspora of rainbows and golden rays. Troops with golden breastplates lined the docks and a broad man stood to attention and saluted the king, dressed in his forest green uniform. Agnarr returned the salute as the guard moved to the side revealing the king, queen and young princess of Corona.

"Agnarr! It is good to see you dear friend" King Frederick walked up to Agnarr, trying his hardest to conceal the limp on his left leg.

"Frederick, good to see you. I hear you have some happy news?" Agnarr returned the embrace, Iduna started to wring her hands behind him.

"Indeed, as most of the continent has heard by now, but I hear there are felicitations to be given to all" Frederick nodded towards iduna "I hear there is cause for us to celebrate on your behalf too" he walked to Iduna, who seemed to shrink in with her nerves. He took her hand and kissed it gently, smiling warmly at her. "Agnarr seems to be quite smitten with you my dear, I welcome your engagement" he stood back up again, balancing carefully on his injured leg. "Come, let's get you two settled"

The journey to the castle was brief, the carriage bumping along the cobbles of the city. They passed bakers and merchants, all speaking a new language to Iduna, their garbled words being impossible to understand.

"What language are they speaking?" iduna asked Agnarr, marvelling at the intricate calligraphy on each of the signs.

"They're speaking German, one of the four great languages of Europe" Agnarr said, admiring the quaint shops.

"What are the other three?"

"English, French and Italian. That way the majority of europe is covered" Agnarr patted her knee.

"And how many can you speak?" Iduna asked, leaning into his shoulder.

"All four, and a few more" he blushed darkly at his admission.

"Look at you the resident polyglot" Iduna kissed him gently again, leaning into his shoulder as the carriage drew closer to the castle. When they arrived, the front carriage stopped, and the king and queen got out. Iduna gazed up at the towering fortifications, marble pillars arching up high above the city.

"Quite the spectacle isn't it?" Frederick asked Iduna, making her jump slightly. "It was built by my great grandfather using marble from the southern isles, of course it was first bought from Weselton but what they sold as marble was actually limestone! Fortunately, when the foundations were laid down a terrible storm happened and when the builders returned to work it had dissolved!" Frederick chuckled warmly at her. "I understand it may be a little overwhelming to be here my dear. But we are all friends; and the way Agnarr speaks of you I may also assume that one day you will be family to us." Iduna nodded lightly, still nervous around this foreign king.

"Thank you, your majesty, it is unsettling to be somewhere new so forgive my shyness" her voice was feeble.

"There is nothing to forgive Iduna; please, call me Frederick" he smiled warmly and stuck out his hand, shaking Iduna's gently.

Agnarr and Iduna were shown to their room, the two jumping on their bed together and kissing each other repeatedly, only interrupted by a servant calling them down to the main hall. The two made it to the hall, hand in hand, and found Ariana and Frederick waiting for them.

"Iduna! Agnarr!" Frederick called, beckoning the pair over. "I present to you your God Daughter, Rapunzel of Corona" Frederick held out his new-born daughter with pride, her green eyes sparkling in the candlelight. Iduna took hold of her and cradled her against her chest. Her long flowing hair cascaded to just below her shoulders, the locks seemingly glowing.

"She's beautiful" Iduna said, marvelling at the warm bundle in her arms. "Her hair is amazing" she cradled the young girl again, a wanting blooming deep inside of her.

"She definitely doesn't take after me" Frederick laughed. "She even has her mother's eyes!"

"She does have your nose though" Ariana quipped, accepting the tiny bundle off Iduna.

"Much to my sorrow" he laughed, eyes settling on his daughter once more.

"When is your wedding?" Ariana asked, cooing over her daughter.

"It's in the spring, on the equinox" Agnarr said, smiling warmly.

"Well, be sure to invite us; wouldn't want to miss out on seeing my old friend" Frederick said, laughing softly. A quiet gurgle came from the cloth bundle.

"I think she wants feeding. We will see you at the ball tonight" Ariana shook Iduna hand warmly before her and Frederick went to feed her leaving the younger couple alone.

"So..." Agnarr turned to his fiancée. "What do you want to do?" he raised his eyebrows slightly, giving her a provoking look.

"Well, a young couple that are engaged, alone in a foreign land. There are multiple things that could happen." she returned his look, a suggestive wink making him blush deeply.

"Multiple things could happen" he said. "Many, many things" a radiant smile filled his face, making her blush.

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"And checkmate!" he exclaimed standing and raising his arms in victory. He pumped his fist in the air, for a second resembling the young boy he used to be. The Agnarr before the war. The Agnarr before the crown. The hour hand of the grandfather clock had drifted in its senseless orbit, the sharp right angle it made hours ago now limping at a half attempted fall at the five mark.

"Ugh, how is it that you're so good?!" she exclaimed, picking up the queen and tossing it about in her hands.

"It's because I'm good at everything my dear" he bowed, flashing a knowing smirk. A flying queen hitting his nose made him stumble and fall onto the floor.

"Except of course having good reflexes" she giggled, giving a hand to the young king sat unceremoniously on the floor. "I still love you nonetheless" she pressed a soft kiss to him before getting up from the plush chair, cracking her back. "We had better get ready for the ball, wouldn't want to be late to our god daughter's birthday party, now would we?" she wrapped her arms around his neck, standing up on her tiptoes so she could meet his lips; the recent growth spurt making it difficult.

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Flowing music filled the brightly lit hall, golden pillars and white marble figures graced the opulent hall. Purple banners and golden emblems draped the king and Queen, stood imperiously on a grand stage; the new-born princess tucked tightly into her mother's chest. Frederick and Ariana greeted diplomats and ambassadors across the nation while Agnarr and Iduna stood to the side, offering comforting smiles or nods here and there when a particularly unpleasant politician offered his sickly-sweet blessings. (Fortunately, the chocolate bowl was behind them).

Agnarr stiffened, his arms tightening around his sides and his spine straightening out into an iron column. Iduna looked upwards sharply at him, feeling the tensing of his arm. His usually bright eyes were now a dark green, focused on something distance. She could feel her heart rate rise, something primal flashing across his face, yet his features remained stoic. She followed his gaze to the corner of the room, blue eyes scanning the crowd as her hairs stood on end. Through the mingling menagerie of the crowd she made out a sapphire uniform, gold and silver piping encrusting firm shoulders and a barrelled chest.

A Gallic Soldier She thought to herself and her eyes widened. Subconsciously she held onto Agnarr tighter; more for his sake than for her own.

"So you see him too. I thought it was another fever dream" Agnarr confessed, eyes unmoving from the sapphire coat. Frederick flashed him a look of concern, following his gaze to the gallic man. To both of their shock the soldier sauntered to the front of the crowd with a tight air of arrogance. Iduna noticed the guards placing a hand on their swords.

"Your majesty" the soldier bowed, not losing his air of cockiness. "I wish you and your daughter the brightest of futures"

"I took the Gauls for cowards, clearly this must be a display of stupidity rather than bravery" Frederick's voice was iron. The gallic man laughed.

"On the contrary your majesty, this is an act of good will. After all, it is fitting that Gallia pays good attention to their future subjects" he grinned callously at the king.

"if I seem to recall you lost the war" Agnarr butted in, stepping beside Frederick.

"Ah King Agnarr, I must thank you. After all your army made wonderful target practice for our troops" The gaul smiled sardonically at Agnarr's who's green eyes turned to a murky black with the comment.

"Get out" Frederick said and nodded to the guards, who moved towards the soldier.

"No problem your majesty, one must not stay too close to a bad smell" The soldier bowed again and wheeled on his heels, leaving the ball room with a few uneasy stares from the guards. Frederick let out a sigh of relief when the door shut, leaving the party to move on.

"Well that was unpleasant" Ariana said, huffing with annoyance. "Come dear, let's put our daughter to bed"

"Are you okay?" Iduna asked Agnarr, whose eyes were still a deep shade of black.

"Fine, just fine" he spat out. Frederick and Ariana returned, smiling warmly as all memory of the gallic man faded. "Come lavender let's dance" he took her hand and led her to the floor.

"Lavender is a new nickname" she commented "I like it"

"I'm sure you're the only one who wears Lavender clothing in Arendelle, so it suits." Agnarr twirled her around the dancefloor, their motions fluid to the tempo of the orchestra.

"It's not that I'm the only one. It's that I'm the only one you notice" she grinned warmly at him, moving to the sway of the waltz.

"I'm not hearing anything bad" he laughed at her, the sound making her heart leap and heat up at the same time. The two were lost in each other's eyes. Her staring at a deep forest and him staring at an endless ocean. The two swayed in motion, perfectly timed to the music as though they were connected by one mind. Such to the extent that neither noticed when a guard burst through the doors behind the king, grinding the orchestra to an untuned halt.

"The princess is missing"

Frederick's face fell grey, Ariana folding her hands to her face. Immediately Frederick drew his sword and sprinted to his daughter's room. Pointing the gleaming metal at the stormy air, he searched the darkened room. A panting guard barely caught up with him. He searched the room for the crib but found it empty, panicking he tore up the room breaking through chairs and beds with the sword as he frantically searched for his daughter. He ran to the balcony and looked out into the howling storm only to spot a solitary figure clad in a pitch cloak running from the castle. Agnarr sprinted next to him, his sword drawn too.

"Scramble the guards, search every house for the Princess" Agnarr shouted at the guard who was shaking in fear. He nodded fearfully and fled, leaving the two kings alone. "We will find her Frederick, don't worry" he reassured.

"We won't" Frederick's voice was a mere whisper above the dirge of the lightning storm above them.

"Why the hell would you say that" Agnarr sheathed his sword.

"It's the curse." Frederick stated, turning to face Agnarr. For the first time he noticed the pained and panicked look in his eyes. "Thrice I will lose a daughter" the realisation hit Agnarr and he paled, staring at the older man's fearful eyes with an unsettled unease. A pained scream bellowed through the room, like a wounded animal, as Ariana found the empty crib and sank to the floor, mourning the loss of a daughter.

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A/N: Lots going on and sorry for the slow updates but exams etc. Also... I got into medical school! Lots happening in this chapter but that's in order to move the story on a bit. two options for the next chapter either pre wedding fluff or wedding fluff, the choice is yours. please R&R!