Authors note: Hi, hope your all staying safe out since it seems that the virus will be here to stay for a while. I also apologize for not updating as I have not had time to update it due to work and such.

Any way, enough of me blabbering, hope you all enjoy this new chapter and please leave a review when done as your opinions mean a lot.

What is the difference between an object and a person? The answer is quite easy, objects do not move, they do not feel, are used to show off... a person feels, moves, lives...

At the moment Ross felt like an object as he was dragged into his bathroom, once there he was stripped and pushed into a bath.

Gasping Ross moved his hair to see only to have water poured into his hair followed by soap and other cleansing liquids followed by him being scrubbed from top to bottom.

This was embarrassing to Ross as he was not an infant, he more than capable of bathing himself.

When washed he was gestured out of the bath and dried followed by servants rubbing liquids that smelled good into his body before he was given a shirt followed by the rest of his clothes.

As he was dressed against his will he noticed the clothes were white, not ivory, not off white, but pure snow white with silver thread embroidery on it.

When dressed he was sat on a chair where his hair was combed and styled to perfection.

After what seemed like forever Ross was presented to his mother and the court, upon entering the court they began to whisper among one another. Ross felt his skin turn red as he was presented.

The rest was a blur as he was led to an open carriage where he and his mother sat and were paraded around town where people had gathered to view the parade.

They were taken around town, all the while cheers were heard as they passed through.

Stopping at the center of the town Ross and his mother were ushured out and walked to the center where they spent a good time greeting the people.

But by greeting Elsa did all the greeting while Ross was forced to spend time smiling and standing, not moving at all as he clearly heard the people talking.

"How fast has he grown" said one,

"I know, seems only yesterday when he was just a baby" said another agreeing "Now look at him, grown so handsome",

"Just like his father" said another agreeing,

"I agree, the two look so alike" said another.

Ross frowned as he heard the conversation turn, they all spoke about and his father or rather how much he reminded them of the late consort.

"Queen Elsa of Arendelle!" he soon heard, looking he was quick to recognize one of the ambassadors of Germany. Walking over he greeted the queen and then turned to Ross before saying "My my how your son has grown",

"Yes, he has" said Elsa with a smile,

"He looks like his father, bet he is very much like his old man in character" he continued,

"He is, sometimes its like my husband has never left me" said Elsa sadly.

To that Ross was barely able to hold back a sad sight when other people walked closer, doing over exaggerated gesture to shield their eyes and exclaim "There is no prince like our own, surely with such beauty our queen has given birth to bauldr himself",

"Don't be ridicules! He is much nore beautiful than Bauldr or any god, surely his beauty surpasses any of those" said another.

This made Ross more and more uncomfortable to the point that when it was time to go Ross was more than ready as he was done being shown off like he was some doll to display.

Getting into the carriage Ross and his mother went back to the palace, Ross more than exhausted from pretending to be happy when he was not.

Opening the door of his room Ross sighted in relief as he closed the door behind him as it he really needed a bit of alone time now. Looking down he frowned as he remembered that his door had no lock in it so any privacy he has was little to non.

He had asked for a lock but his mother strictly prohibited him from getting one and no matter how hard he tried there was no changing her mind about it.

Shaking his head to that he made his way to the desk he sat down, in front of him was a leather bound book, which had been an old gift from his aunt Ingrid. Of course it was not just any book, it was enchanted, no matter how much he wrote the book would never run out of pages.

Which he wrote a lot as he has had this book since he was 4 years old.

Originally he used it to practice his writing and drawing which back then was extremely sloppy as both consisted of squiggly lines and sometimes that could be either stick people or animals. Comparing them and now he liked to say he vastly improved as his writing was now neat and tidy and he developed a drawing style based on the old norse paintings and drawings he had seen in old books and would use watercolors and charcoal pencils for it.

He was not as good as his aunt rapunzel, but though his technique was good enough.

Opening the book he flipped the pages till he found an empty one and began to write about the days events. Which was a habit he had started when young, seeing as sometimes somethings are better left unsaid. So to get it out of his chest he wrote about it in the book, his more private thoughts he would write them in rune language which he learned thanks to Grand Paddie and draw around them to make people think it was part of the drawing design, it was simple yet effective as he wanted certain thoughts to be private... such as the one he was writing currently.

"Sometimes I think that the only way I will be free is when either me or my mother die. Mother I know everything you do is because you love me, but I am suffocated because of it, I am trapped in a cage which only you have the key, will you not let me go?"

When finished he drew around it, putting the runes in a frame styled in the old norse style while in the center he drew a picture of hela in her throne of bones...

Funny how Hela looked like his mother, he noted.

When done he painted it ever so carefully, using a lot of dark colors such as grays, dark blues and blacks before putting his brush down to admire his work.

Satisfied Ross moved to close the book but the pages flipped till they coincidentally stopped in a page that had a drawing of his father.

Starring at it Ross felt emotions go all over the place. It never failed to make him feel that way. He felt torn between sadness, anger even a bit of hatred.

Suddenly Ross grew tense when he heard the door open.

Looking back he relaxed a bit when he saw it was Lars, who was having a hard time trying to get through the door for some reason.

Getting up Ross asked "Need a hand?" as he closed his journal and pushed the chair back in its place.

"No, I got it" said Lars as he strained before he offed and managed to get through the door. Though the gesture caused the items he had been trying to pull through the door to scatter everywhere.

"Wow!" yelled Ross as he jumped out of the way just in time to narrowly avoid hitting a box.

"Sorry... gifts" said Lars as he put a cage he managed to hold unto down unto the ground and adjusted his glasses "Their gifts from the royalty, nobility and gentry",

"I figured they were" said Ross softly, almost sadly as he and Lars began to gather and put the presents in a neat pile on the ground.

As they did that Ross sighted yet again as he knew what these gifts were... he was not stupid. These gifts were bribes.

Noticing Ross silence Lars hoped to bring a smile to his nephews face and said "Your plan is working, everybody has forgotten the past and has welcomed you to high society, these gifts are proof of it".

"Yes" sighted Ross before going back to his desk. Smile dimming Lars walked over and asked "Whats wrong?",

"Nothing..." Ross mumbled as he did not want to speak about what bothered him, not that they would understand. No matter how many times he tried nobody seemed to listen, it was as if what he said did not matter. Its always the same thing "Why are you so sad? Your a prince!", "How can you not be happy? Have we not given you everything you wanted?", "Look at your room, your clothes, the food you eat, you have everything people could ever ask for",

"Everything... that is attached with strings... I am nothing more than a glass doll for you all to dress up and show off" though Ross sadly.

"Ross, whats wrong? You can tell me" promised Lars as he walked over and placed a hand on Ross shoulder,

"I have told you, but neither you or the rest of my family listens" though Ross as he leaned against his hand,

"Come on Ross, tell me, I will not judge or tell" continued Lars, pressing for info,

Shaking his head Ross took a break but before he could say anything else there was a chirp. Turning he saw that among the gifts was a cage, inside said cage was a eurasian blue tit bird, it was found in Norway and Ross had seen it more than a couple of times, but regardless it was a very pretty bird.

The bird itself was inside an iron cage whoes dark metals made the blue color of the bird seem more intense, yet for Ross it was depressing to look at.

Noticing Ross attention turn to the bird Lars smiled and said as he walked over and grabbed the cage "You know, this bird deserves a much better cage" turning he walked back to Ross and handed him the cage "Hows about I get a prettier cage for you to keep it in?"

Ross remained silent as he took the cage, its full attention on the bird as he held the cage.

Seeing that he was not going to get an answer Lars cleared his throat and said "I will leave you alone then" with that he left the room, closing the door behind him.

Once Lars left Ross placed the cage down on his desk, putting his head in his arms, using his arms as a pillow he watched the bird flitter around the cage for a good while before saying softly "I know how you feel"

Before opening the cage and placing his hand in. It was a little while before the bird landed on his hand, maybe drawn there by a calming aura. Getting up Ross held the bird gently as he walked over to the window, opening it he held out his hand, the bird chirped a couple of times before flying away towards the sky, Ross watched the bird fly off till he could no longer see it before closing the window of his room as for a moment he felt jealous of the bird for being able to fly off to freedom.

Turning he almost jumped when he found Fenrir in front of him.

"Fenrir" said Ross holding a hand to his chest, Fenrir whined, his ears cocking,

"What is it?" asked Ross curious, bending his head the wolf made Ross turn his hand before dropping something on his hand.

A ball? A ball of gold? And a book Ross had never seen before.

Curious Ross look over both items, curious and a bit confused while Fenrir looked pleased.

Putting the gold ball aside Ross turned to the book and opened it to reveal it was empty.

"Empty" though Ross puzzled before he heard something, it was Snehvide.

"Will figure it out later" said Ross held the items close.

Fenrir whined at him, placing a hand on the wolfs furry neck Ross pressed his head against the wolfs head before saying "Fenrir... at times I feel your the only one who truly cares about me...", to that Fenrir whined and licked his face as if saying "Thats not true",

"Yes it is" said Ross sadly "All they care and want is my father, not me...", Fenrir whined again.

Ross just wrapped his arms around the wolfs neck and buried his head against its fur. The warmth brought him comfort, soothing his mind and depression, even if it was just for a little bit.

Laying on the ground Fenrir let Ross cling unto him. Curling up against the wolf Ross felt at peace.

Suddenly a knock on the door interrupted this, lifting his head and looked at the door, Ross followed his vision to the door when he heard Kai call "Your majesty, dinner is ready".

Sighting Ross got up and said "Let the torture begin"

Dinners were never meant to be awkward, they were supposed to bring families closer, but instead Ross felt like he was brought in front of a firing squad.

For now everything was calm, like the calm before the storm as they all ate and chatted.

Looking down at his plate Ross frowned, it was farikal, traditional mutton dish, it was his fathers favorite.

Poking it with a fork Ross felt his appetite leave him, he hated mutton with a passion, he had told his family over and over as it made his stomach sick.

He moved the meat aside and ate the potato and cabbage in the dish before reaching for a kumbla.

"Ross finish your plate" he heard his mother say, looking he saw her frowning "You know every food you waste is food that some family is not able to eat",

"I know" said Ross sadly, giving in before forcing the meat into his mouth, when finished his stomach began to flip flop as the heavy meat made his stomach sick.

"You know I was thinking, maybe you should join Thomas and go to the Duke of York royal military school , there are some programs which would interest you" suggested Caleb,

"Well I-" began Ross wanting to voice his opinion but was cut off by Daniel who said "Yes, thats a good school and as I recalled your father went there when he was young",

"Thats true, he did go there before deciding to enlist" said Elsa as she nodded,

"I got to admit that place did wonders, maybe a year or two there will whip you up into shape" said Thomas as he looked at Ross,

"But I already-" began Ross again, this time his voice had a pleading sound as he begged for somebody, anybody! To listen to what he had to say, but there was nobody as everybody began to chatter,

"That school is rather demanding, maybe we should increase your time in your studies, I can make a plan, more history, politics" listed Lars "Your father was very good at those",

"Yes and work out more, maybe I can talk to our captain and have you train with the troops for a bit" interrupted Jurgen,

"Get lots of tutors, you really have a long way to go if you plan on following your fathers foot steps" said Theresa.

Ross just sat there shocked, stunned into silence as his family went on and on.

Brave like his father, strong like his father, smart like his father...

Like his father...

Just like his father...

Ross began to shake as his body completely rebelled against that idea. How could they be like that?! How could they expect him to be like his dead father?

"Ross" said Kristoff worried as he, Snehvide and Anna noticed how their nephew began to shake, his eyes grew shiny with unshed tears.

"Elsa I think you should let Ross decide what he wants" said Anna hoping to speak some reason into Elsa and the rest of the family even Fenrir tried as he nudged Elsa and pulled on her skirt trying to get her attention and in his way try to get her to stop as Ross power began to react to his anger causing the wine and drinks they were having to bubble and boil as Ross though... no...

He did not though... he screamed in his head over and over.. He is not his father! He will never be his father!

"While we are at it, why don't we let Ross wear some of his fathers clothes for his birthday ball? Doubt they will fit him since he has large shoes to fill" said Thomas...

That was the straw that broke the camels back...

"NO!" yelled Ross as he stood up angrily and slammed his fist into the table, his power caused his fist to light up with flames. Once they made contact with the table it was incinerated in a matter of seconds, leaving nothing but ashes.

"Rosenrod!" yelled Elsa as she turned to her son, shocked at the sudden outburst he had. But before anybody could say anything he screamed "I am not my father!",

"Of-",

"Shut up and let me talk!" Yelled Ross causing them to gasp as he had never talked back to them like that, but before anybody said anything Ross continued to scream "Its always what you all want! I always do what you tell me to! What about what I want!?",

"Ross you have to understand we-",

"Oh I do understand!" yelled Ross, the area around him getting hotter and hotter, he was so angry and it showed "You all don't want me! You just want my father back! Thats what you all want!",

"What? No we-",

"Lies! Its always like your father! Like your father! Thats all I hear day in and day out! I don't want to be my father! I want to be my own person! Is that too much to ask?!" screamed Ross,

"Ross is not what you think, we just want whats best for you" tried Lars to calm him down, all in vain,

"No! You all just want my father! If you all had to choose between him and me you would all choose him over me" continued Ross,

"Rosenrod! You stop this at once! I don't know where you got this idea! But it will stop right now!" scolded Elsa angrily,

"You right! It will stop! One way or another! I am here! My father is not! If you all don't stop then prepare to loose me to!" yelled Ross before he turned around and left, ignoring the yells of his family, as he left he was followed by Fenrir while the family stayed behind in shock of what happened.

Elsa paced around the office, she was torn between anger and sadness at what happened.

"Elsa, you need to listen to Ross" said Anna sadly as she tried yet again to get her sister to see reason.

"He is just being so difficult!" Said Elsa frustrated,

"Can you blame him? Nobody is listening to what he says and feels" said Anna,

"How do you know? He is not your son" said Elsa frustrated,

"Because I have been there before Elsa" said Anna softly then added "Remember all those years ago? When father was around? When I ran away?".

Elsa though then said "Yes...",

"That is why I know" said Anna as she walked over and hugged her older sister "I know you want whats best, but your going about it the wrong way, what Ross needs is support, somebody to talk to him",

"But I talk to him" complained Elsa,

"But do you listen?" asked Anna as she pulled away and held her hands "Please Elsa, don't make the same mistakes father did... be better than him".

Elsa looked down and frowned as she though back and realized her sister was right. She had been unknowingly hurting Ross... following the same pattern her father did all those years ago...

Letting go Anna turned and left with a smile on her face, she was sure that she had finally managed to get through to her sister.

Storming into his room Ross slammed the door behind him and rested his back against it as angry tears spilled from his eyes.

There was soft whines before he heard scratching. Wiping his tear a bit Ross turned and opened the door to find Fenrir standing outside, his ears twitching a little as he whined.

Letting him in Ross closed the door as Fenrir lay on the ground, Ross sighted as he too followed, hugging the wolf he rested his head against its fur which he clutch unto.

Tears began to spill again as he whispered "I hate him, I hate him so much", Fenrir cocked his head and whimpered as if saying "Who?",

"My father! Who else! Its all his fault!" said Ross as he began to cry more "If he had not left us this would not have happened! Its because of him I am not allowed to be my own person!", Fenrir whined as if saying "You do not mean that",

"Yes I Do! I wish he was never my father! If he was not then I would not have to reach such high expectations" cried Ross before burying his head into the wolf fur and crying into it.

Fenrir whined and licked the top of Ross head and face, desperately trying to comfort him. Sadly Ross was beyond comfort as he continued to cry and cry. Eventually the young man cried himself to sleep.

Frowning Fenrir nuzzled his head before laying back down, looking at the door. An hour or so passed before it opened and Elsas head popped in.

She looked at Ross and at Fenrir who whimpered sadly and looked at Ross. Frowning Elsa walked over, taking a blanket from Ross bed she placed it over him before letting him sleep.

Turning she left the room, deciding to talk to Ross tomorrow.

To be continued...

Fun fact: Ross suffers from an intolerance to red meat. Of course back then people would not know about allergies and such back then other than sneezing. The symptoms are headaches, stomach cramps, indigestion, bloating and eventually will puke and be miserable with pain and unable to eat due to pain and such. Not the best of feelings...

Authors note: Poor Ross... :(