As the evening sun begins its descent in the orange Arendellian sky, Sarah and Hans arrive at the docks. The Nokk disappears as the adopted siblings set foot on dry harbor.

"So good being home!" Hans exclaims.

Light gasping from scattered people in the general vicinity is mixed with whispers of concern and praise for the new king.
Sarah and Hans walk towards the castle, amused that everyone backs away from them, even those already at a distance. Some still fear Hans, and some have come to their senses (physically speaking), now that the mind-control from Sarah's deal has worn off. The convoy that was supposed to help break Hans out is still nowhere to be seen, further baffling the masses.

"Looks like we beat 'em here," Hans says lowly to Sarah.

"Don't ruin the moment," Sarah replies. "We look so cool right now."

If this were animated, they would indeed look cool. After a few moments, they arrive at the castle.

"Your majesty, this is your home," Sarah says as Hans steps forward proudly.

"So!" Sigurd's approaching voice says satisfactorily. "You are here."

"So I am," Hans says, turning around. "And I suppose you're the one who got this whole thing started?"

"How would you know?" Sigurd questions in a voice not giving anything away.

"You're the only one who's actually talked to me besides Sarah," Hans says.

"Where are the others?" Sigurd asks.

"Funny story," Sarah chuckles. "They sort of abandoned me at the Southern Isles, but then the water spirit came and brought us here. Anyway, now that we're here, I'm gonna go. I've got unfinished business to take care of. Where's Elsa?"

"Nobody knows. What kind of business with her do you have?" Sigurd asks suspiciously.

"None of yours," Sarah says, walking back towards the village.

"For the record," Sigurd says to Hans as they walk inside the castle, "I was under mind-control when we agreed to break you out. Then, once it wore off, I had some time to think about it. I realized that, bewitched or not, you were the best we had for the short time you were there. You deserve to be king, my liege."

"That I do," Hans agrees. "Now, where's the papers about how Elsa handled things after she thawed the blizzard? I know she had to do something to save the crops."

"Right this way," Sigurd says, walking ahead and gesturing for Hans to follow.

/

Nothing of note happens overnight. The happenings are thus: Hans goes over some papers, seeing how Elsa destroyed Arendelle after her winter. Kristoff, Anna, Olaf, and Sven continue towards the Enchanted Forest. Elsa continues going north, wherever it is she's going. Sarah is going into the mountains. It is with Sarah that the next notable occurrences, well, occur.

Sarah comes to the Valley of the Living Rock. The trolls are neither happy nor unhappy to see her, merely accepting her presence. Pabbie, however, is concerned about the why behind Sarah's visit.

"Sarah," Pabbie greets, "why are you here?"

"They don't know where Elsa is," Sarah says. "I don't, either. I was hoping you could magic up a way to find her. Is there anything you can do?"

"Is there anything YOU can do?" Pabbie counters.

"Look," Sarah says, "I'm a volva, so there's not really that much I can actually do. I have healing potions that I can combine to make other things, but those are for emergencies; I can feel feelings; I can cleanse the spirits that are conjured by wizards and witches."

"Aren't YOU a witch?"

"MY POINT IS, there's nothing I can do. Don't turn this around on me," Sarah says.

"I already did," Pabbie chuckles. "You women talk too much."

"And you men don't talk enough," Sarah responds.

"I'm not a man, I'm a troll," Pabbie corrects.

"You're still a male, a boy," Sarah adds.

"There's nothing I can do," Pabbie sighs. "She's vanished. Gone."

"Then it's not a fair deal," Sarah accuses. "You cast a mind-control spell for me, and I kill Elsa for you. I can't find Elsa, since YOU lost track of her. It's unfair."

"An unfair deal is still a deal," Pabbie says.

Sarah scowls.

"Just think like she would," Pabbie advises. "If you were Elsa and you weren't safe, where would you go?"

"Give me some speed. I know now," Sarah says. After Pabbie waves his hands a little bit, Sarah goes dashing off through the mountains at around four times the sprinting speed for a human. She doesn't say so, but she needed that advice. Now she can try to fulfill her part of the deal.

Meanwhile, the convoy of ships arrives back at Arendelle, not knowing what to expect. They came home, but they didn't have Hans. To their surprise, no one is waiting for them.

/

Dag is the first off the ship and runs around Arendelle, trying to locate Sigurd. He finds someone who knows Sigurd went to the castle, so he goes to the castle, looking for Sigurd. He finds his target leaving the castle.

"Sigurd!" Dag catches up with the named.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Sigurd asks.

"Sorry. I'm Dag, and I was one of the people that Sarah knocked out."

"'Knocked… out'?" Sigurd is confused.

"Yes," Dag says. "Is she here?"

"I don't believe so," Sigurd admits. "What happened? Sarah knocked people out?"

"All she did was touch our foreheads," Dag says, "after admitting to being a volva."

"A volva…" Sigurd whispers to himself.

"In other words, a witch," Dag adds.

"No, no, not a witch," Sigurd denies. "Similar, but not quite. Witches cast spells. Volva use potions. They're good."

"A potion is a potion," Dag objects. "I don't trust magic. You shouldn't, either."

"I don't," Sigurd agrees. "But we have to keep a face of trying to help without being aggressive. Geirrod was killed for a simple show of force. He never intended to fire. A show of force is enough to enrage a magical being. There's five out there, and that's five too many."

"Six, counting the volva," Dag says. "What do we do about her?"

"Nothing," Sigurd says. "A volva is, you could say, a good witch."

"A witch is a witch," Dag says. "Show of force, huh? That's enough to enrage a magical being?"

"That's right…"

Dag grabs a knife from an inner coat pocket. "What about a non-magical being, trying to be king without actually being king?"

"Wh— what do you mean?" Sigurd asks, backing away from Dag.

"They don't call this a 'dagger' for nothing," Dag chuckles. "The choice for a king came through you. You allow magic to exist. Magic is dangerous. Like the vovla. She talked to you. You talked to Geirrod. You started this whole revolution. You're the real king, just pretending not to be."

"It's because I know what to do, because I'm of the oppressed," Sigurd says. "I'm a man with an idea, a vision, and a plan. People look up to me, since I'm the only one willing to risk my life for it in defiance. The hardest choices require the strongest wills. I'm risking not seeing my family to take part in this revolution, in hopes of a better life for them."

"I'll have the same policy as you do," Dag goes on, ignoring Sigurd's speech. "No killing. Go home to your family. Give back any royal privilege we mistakenly, accidentally, stupidly gave you."

"Or what?" Sigurd asks defiantly.

"It'll be to the dungeon with you," Dag shrugs. "I don't know. Basically, you won't see your family. Well, what's left of it."

This last comment provokes Sigurd, who charges Dag. Dag thrusts his knife at Sigurd's heart, missing the heart, but puncturing a lung. Sigurd goes to the ground, gasping for air and clutching the knife.

"It's too bad the good volva's not here to heal you," Dag says. "Your precious magic. I'll hunt her down. I'll hunt Elsa down. I'll even hunt Anna down for good measure. Your influence ends here."

Dag heads inside, leaving Sigurd outside the castle, choking on the ground, fighting for every particle of air. Within moments, castle attendants find him and rush him to a doctor. Tragically, Sigurd dies.

/

A little later, around noon, Sarah is still running. As she pants, she grabs a healing potion from her satchel, drinking it, and putting the vial back in the satchel. Her panting stops, and she runs a little faster, running at around forty MPH. In the distance, she can see a white horse. Looking down, she notices snowy hoofprints, immediately knowing what's going on.

"Elsa!" Sarah calls ahead.

Elsa pretends not to hear.

"Elsa, I wanna help you!" Sarah calls.

This gets Elsa's attention. She makes her horse stop and turn around, but she doesn't move an inch towards Sarah. "What do you want?" Elsa asks worriedly. "Please don't kill me."

"I made a deal to," Sarah admits.

Elsa gets off her horse and sets her feet as snow swirls around her hands. "Don't make ME kill YOU," she says, sounding like she's begging.

"I'm not here to kill you," Sarah says, slowly advancing towards Elsa. "Listen to me. I am not here to kill you."

"How do I know?" Elsa asks, slowly backing away as Sarah gets closer. "How do I know you're not lying?"

"'Cause I'm your sister," Sarah reveals. "I'd never hurt my sister. Please. Let me explain."

"I only have one sister," Elsa says, stopping her retreat.

"No. I'm the third-born," Sarah says. "Listen to me. Our mother made a deal with Pabbie. He cast a spell on a couple royal officials to adopt her, since she had no family. She had to be royal to marry our father."

"No."

"In exchange, Mother wasn't allowed to help her children control their powers with her knowledge about the spirits and Ahtohallan and the Enchanted Forest. When I was born, she didn't want to risk watching another daughter grow up tortured with a curse."

"Shut up," Elsa says, tears gathering in her eyes.

"Our parents sent me to the Southern Isles," Sarah continues, "to get rid of me. They couldn't watch another daughter grow up like that. It was worse than if they had been given powers themselves. Pabbie cast a spell over EVERYONE except me. It made everyone forget where I came from. You have to believe me, Elsa. This story is way too complicated and detailed to be a lie."

"All lies are complicated and detailed," Elsa says quietly. "Why did you tell me all that?"

"So you'd know," Sarah answers. "You deserve to know. I'm trying to get you to trust me. I'm undoing our mother's rotten, selfish, cruel deal. Speaking of deals, I made one with Pabbie. He bent everyone's minds towards me so I could get Hans, my best friend, on the throne. In exchange, I was to find you and kill you."

Elsa throws a desperate shot of ice at Sarah, still thinking she might be there to kill her, but misses.

"I'm not going to," Sarah continues. "Don't worry." She puts her hands up as an act of surrender.

"How did you find me?" Elsa asks through tears. "No one knows where I was going."

"If I were you, I'd go to Ahtohallan," Sarah explains. "Only you can reach it."

"If you're gonna come all this way not to kill me," Elsa reasons, "then why did you come here?"

"I'm a volva," Sarah reveals to Elsa. "I can feel EVERYTHING. I feel the suffering of the people and the land and it so much, it really, really, seriously hurts me mentally. Even the spirits are crying out. They all want you dead, because none of this would've happened if it wasn't for you. Uh, no offense."

"I guess," Elsa replies. "Just kill me. It'll make everything better."

"NO!" Sarah yells, almost making Elsa jump with the change in volume. Speaking quieter, she repeats, "no. I won't kill you. I was actually hoping to recruit you."

"Recruit me?"

"Yep. 'Cause I'm a volva, I can feel feelings without touching someone. I felt what Pabbie felt. He felt anxious, yet patient. Also hateful. Like he's waiting to carry out some big plans AGAINST someone. We need to go back and defeat the trolls. That doesn't necessarily mean kill. I can't do it alone."

"What are they planning?" Elsa asks.

"I don't know," Sarah says, "but I need you and Anna to help me, so—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Elsa interrupts. "Anna?"

"Yeah."

"She's not going to want to fight alongside me," Elsa sighs.

"Even if the world depended on it?" Sarah tests. "Because, it might. These are BIG plans. I felt it. I felt that kind of feeling. That… that giddiness. The trolls are strong. I doubt that even the two of us could beat them. But with Anna and her powers, we might stand a chance."

"Anna's powers?" Elsa asks. "All she did was turn a stick into a flower, partially."

"That's better than nothing," Sarah says. "We don't have much time. Are you in or out?"

Elsa pauses a moment to think. After pondering the issue, she says, "I can't get any lower than I am right now."

Sarah smiles, relieved that Elsa's joining her secret mission.

"Where's Anna?" Elsa inquires.

"I was hoping you could help with that," Sarah says. "She's YOUR sister."

"Yours, too," Elsa comments, accepting Sarah's story as truth.

Again, Sarah smiles.

"They'd probably go to either the trolls or the Enchanted Forest," Elsa guesses.

"I was with the trolls a couple hours ago, and I was the only human there," Sarah says.

"Enchanted Forest," Elsa confirms. "Do you wanna be on the front or the back of my horse?"

"I'll run," Sarah says. "I have some temporary superspeed from Pabbie. When it wears off, I'll let you know. By the wayyy," she changes the subject, "what are the odds that a spirit'll try to hurt me for abusing its power?"

"Wait, what?"

"See, the Nokk sort of gave me a lift here from the Southern Isles— I'll explain later— and it was under the impression I was going to kill you. Really, all mystical beings were."

"As long as I'm with you, they wouldn't dare. We go north," Elsa says, getting on her horse as Sarah sprints ahead.

/

On the edge of the Enchanted Forest— there so no one is hurt by accident— Anna has her feet set and her eyes locked on a dead tree. She puts out her hands, and a colorful glow emanates from the tree. From its base to its leaves, the tree turns into a ready-made-for-use log, falling over at its completed inception.

A few feet away, Kristoff claps slowly. "You're doing well," he encourages. "Back again."

Anna puts her hands out again, and the log slowly rises and morphs into a tree from its leaves to its base.

"Three times in a row!" Kristoff exclaims excitedly. "You've got it! You can— you can change the energy of objects! You can turn stuff into, well, other stuff!"

"Yeah. I'd say I'm pretty cool," Anna says. "All you've had me do is transform dead things into other things. What else can I do?"

"The only other thing," Kristoff says, putting his hands on Anna's shoulders and shaking her excitedly, "is flying!"

"Wait, what?!" Anna yells excitedly. "Flight?!"

"Okayokayokay," Kristoff says quickly, backing off. "You've just got to… focus on moving the particles in the air around you to below you. Like rowing or swimming, but with your mind and in the air."

"Look, can't I just get the wind—"

"If you can do this yourself, you won't need the wind spirit present," Kristoff debates. "You know how you focused on changing and moving particles on the branches? And the tree? Do exactly what I taught you, but on the air."

"Yeah, but I can't SEE the air!" Anna argues.

"Focus on it," Kristoff says.

Anna rolls her eyes then closes them, focusing and putting her hands at her sides, pointing downwards. After a moment or two of silence, air flows beneath her feet, lifting her up a couple inches off the ground. She opens her eyes to look, but goes right down.

"I don't believe it," Kristoff says in disbelief. "You levitated. Sure, it was only an inch or so, but you DID."

"I can fly," Anna whispers to herself, amazed.

"You can LEVITATE," Kristoff corrects. "Flying is different."

"Levitate, shmevitate, I flew," Anna says. "Maybe I'll be able to go all bird on people. You know, like, flap my arms and I fly really high and stuff."

"Maybe," Kristoff chuckles. "Can you concentrate and do it again?"

As before, Anna closes her eyes. She focuses, and within a few seconds, she's slowly moving higher off the ground, an inch or so every second.

/

A couple hundred yards behind Kristoff, Sarah stops running, and Elsa is right behind her. Hearing them approach, Kristoff turns and puts his finger to his mouth, gesturing for them to be quiet as they stare wide-eyed at Anna, who is now three feet off the ground.

Anna slowly opens her eyes to see where she is, but instead sees Sarah and Elsa. Surprised, she falls to the ground, landing hard. Kristoff helps her up as she brushes leaves off of herself.

"Anna," Elsa says, "I know I'm the last person you want to talk to right now."

Anna completely ignores Elsa, walking away.

"We have to save Arendelle!" Sarah calls after Anna.

Anna stops and turns. "Who are YOU?" She asks Sarah disdainfully.

"There's no way to make you believe me," Sarah begins, "but I'm Sarah and I'm your little sister. The trolls are planning something bad, and—"

"Wait, what? 'Sister'?"

"You heard me right," Sarah says.

"It's just me," Anna says. "I'm the only one of us. Elsa's not my sister anymore." Turning to Elsa, she says, "Elsa, it's not the fight. It's what you did, how you hid it from me. I can't believe you. You're a—"

"Monster, I know," Elsa interrupts. "The trolls are planning something bad."

"We need you to help us put a stop to it," Sarah says. "Please. We can't do it alone. We need our sister."

"I don't know who you think you are," Anna yells, "but you're not my sister! Neither of you is my sister! I came here to get away from everybody. I'm not about to be dragged back into Arendelle. That's behind me now. This is my life. It's… better for everyone this way."

"Not for me," Elsa says. "I want you back."

"Good luck with that," Anna says snootily, walking away.

Kristoff follows her, giving Elsa and Sarah a sorrowful look that begs them not to follow.

Anna stomps away, upset. Near the border of the Forest, she sees a multicolored mist, floating around as if in some sort of invisible container.

"Let's do this again," Anna mumbles to herself, going to and touching the mist.

The mist forms multicolored holograms of a sixteen-year-old Iduna and Pabbie, walking just outside the Forest and not going in.

"I can't get you in," Pabbie tells Iduna. "The mist is too powerful. The spirits are too powerful."

"There's gotta be a way," Iduna says.

"There isn't," Pabbie shakes his head.

"If I can't see my family again," Iduna says, "then I'll make sure mine, if I have one, has the best chances in life, the best opportunities. Luckily, I'm already in love with Agnarr."

"You can't legally marry him," Pabbie says. "You'd have to be a royal."

"I'd say, over the last few years," Iduna says, "you and I have built a pretty good relationship, wouldn't you think so, Pabbie?"

"Yes…"

"Cast a spell to make a couple royals adopt me. Not related to Agnarr, of course. Like a duke and duchess in the Southern Isles or something."

"Not without a tradeoff," Pabbie says.

"So you'll work with me?" Iduna asks.

"Here's what I'll do, if you so agree," Pabbie offers. "I'll cast the spell. You'll be royal, so you can marry Agnarr. I have seen your future. You will have three daughters."

"Three?" Anna whispers to herself, watching intently.

"They will all have a… gift for magic," Pabbie continues. "Even with your knowledge of the trolls and Ahtohallan and the spirits, you are not allowed to help them control their magic. Especially your firstborn.

"There is a power constantly growing more and more uncontainable. The power of the Snow Queen— or, king, but you're having daughters. The ruler of Ahtohallan and the Jotun who live within its caverns. Your firstborn will be the carrier of that power, and you cannot help her control it. It will be difficult to watch. Trust me, it will be harder to watch than if you had to bear it yourself."

"Deal," Iduna says all too eagerly. "What about my other daughters? What power will they have?"

"I didn't say power," Pabbie says. "I said 'gift'. You will see."

The mist making up the holograms falls to the ground, disappearing on contact.

"Three daughters?" Anna whispers to herself. She dashes back into the Forest's outskirts, running right by Kristoff, calling ahead. "Elsa! Elsa, are you still here?"

As she runs, her steps start to not hit the ground, but rather, are in the air. It's only a couple inches off the ground, but she's running on air, and gaining speed by not being on the ground. "Elsa!" She calls again.

Ahead in the distance, Elsa makes her snow horse turn around. "Anna?"

Anna's steps come back down to the ground as she sees the white of the snow through the trees ahead, catching up. She sees Sarah is next to Elsa, on the ground.

"Elsa," Anna says, out of breath from having caught up, "I saw a memory. Mother made a deal with Pabbie. He made a couple Southern Isles royal people adopt her, so she could marry our father so she could have the best for her family, if she had one. Pabbie said she'd have three daughters, since he looked into her future. He said we'd all have a gift for magic. THREE daughters! You— uh— what's your name?"

"Sarah," Sarah says.

"Do you have a gift for magic?"

"I wasn't BORN with it," Sarah explains, "but I'm the last volva. I have healing potions and can talk to spirits and feel feelings. I learned how to, but I learned quickly. You could say I have a gift, I guess."

"There's no more volva out there," Anna says. "The last one was confirmed dead like seven years ago."

Sarah shows Anna her satchel, full of vials that are either empty or filled with potion. She grabs an empty vial and breaks it on Anna's right arm, cutting her badly and making her bleed profusely.

"What gives?!" Anna yells, her fingers shaking.

Sarah quickly gives Anna a full vial. "Drink this. Now," Sarah commands, "or I'll force you."

Anna drinks the potion. Within fifteen seconds, her arm is completely healed.

Elsa uses snow to clean Anna's arm.

"Does that make you believe me?" Sarah asks.

"Don't do that again, but, yes," Anna says. "It's just… hard to believe I have another sister and hard to believe that you literally cut me with glass and made me better in seconds. But why don't I remember you?"

"Pabbie erased everyone's memory of where I originally came from, after the king and queen of the Southern Isles adopted me," Sarah explains.

"Pabbie is totally unfair," Anna says. "I want to give him what's coming to him."

"We need to fight all the trolls," Sarah says. "Not just Pabbie."

"I'll help with planning," Kristoff offers, approaching. "I was raised by the trolls since I was like six. I know how they'll act, how they'll think. I'm your inside man. Pabbie wouldn't tell me about your power, Anna. I want to fight him, too. That undoes everything he ever did for me."

"He wouldn't tell me or Erik what was up with my black ice," Elsa adds.

"If we're going to overthrow them," Kristoff says, "we overthrow Pabbie. He's centuries older than any other. That's owing to his power, nothing strange going on there. We could take the others easily. But Pabbie's who I worry about."

"It's settled then," Sarah says. "The four of us take out Pabbie. That doesn't necessarily mean kill."

"Can I come?" Olaf asks from behind.

"Can you fight seriously?" Kristoff asks.

"I can try," Olaf says seriously, with determination.

"They won't know what hit them," Sarah smiles, glad to have her superteam.

/

At the castle in Arendelle, Dag confronts Hans in the throne room.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Hans asks. "Granted, I just got here, so I don't know all who's here."

"My name is Dag," the introduction. "I killed Sigurd."

"You what?"

"He was acting as a fake king. He started the revolution, he led the meeting about what to do next, and he allowed the volva—"

"My sister," Hans interrupts.

"The volva," Dag ignores Hans, "to put you on the throne. With Sigurd out of the way, we can have a better government."

"You're not going to kill ME, are you?" Hans checks.

Dag puts his hands up as an act of surrender. "No worries here," Dag says. "Plus, Sigurd tolerated magic. He only wanted Elsa killed since she ruined us, not because of her magic. We need to eliminate all magic. It can't be trusted."

"As long as Sarah isn't touched, I agree," Hans says. "I've seen what Elsa did. Her taxes and plans ruined the lower classes. Ruined thousands. Being the king of Arendelle, I'm against her."

"In that case," Dag says, "what should we do about her?"

"Anyone who helps her is as bad as she is," Hans reasons. "This isn't a search-and-reward; this is a manhunt. Arendelle versus Elsa. You, Dag, I appoint as a lieutenant in our militia. Get me General Mattias."

"And what will YOU do?" Dag asks.

"I'm going to keep going over papers," Hans says. "Acquaint myself with the old government of Arendelle and learn the ins and outs of exactly how Elsa messed you up, so I can be better than she was."

Dag hurries out of the castle, in search of Mattias.

/

At the Valley of the Living Rock, there are about half as many trolls as there were before. A second vote had been taken early in the morning, and a compromise was reached: those wishing to preserve the trolls' way of life, rather than fighting, retreated deeper into the mountains. Those who wanted to fight have stayed at the Valley, sharpening sticks and rocks to use as weapons.

Pabbie watches the preparations for war. It's all come to this.