The future was bleak. The plague had ended so many lives in Arendalr, and King Magnus was not sure whether his new kingdom would survive it. He had already lost his wife and firstborn daughter, and all he was left with was his son.

He wasn't sure what he felt about Ahtohallan, he seemed like he was wiser than the oldest elder. He didn't show it, but King Magnus often listened to his son's advice about the kingdom. He had listened when Ahtohallan had told him not to try and take any more land from the people of the sun, the Northuldra. They were more concentrated in the North, and their numbers would demolish any Arendalr soldier who was stupid enough to go there.

Their leader, Arendelle (which was too close to the name of King Magnus's kingdom) had forged a peace agreement with him and gave him his first northern border. Before the plague, King Magnus had been making plans to expand along the entire edge of the fjord, and he had eyed the southern peninsula, because that would give them strategic advantage over the mysterious Southern Isles people.

King Magnus began to pace the room. Ahtohallan was on a mission to find a super glacier, one that contained great knowledge. He shouldn't know of it's existence, but he had found out during the various peace summits he had had with Queen Arendelle. He hoped Ahtohallan could find a cure.

"King Magnus!"

He whipped his head around eager for news about his son.

But the messenger's face was consorted with sadness and sympathy. "It is my terrible duty of informing you that..." the messenger hesitated, and King Magnus's heart stopped. The messenger regained his composure and tried again." that you have ... lost your last child."

The king turned away from him, and it felt like a void had opened up under him, and he was falling falling falling forever. However, he was no stranger to the feeling. He put his hand on the wall, his legs suddenly weak. The king took a shaky breath, and turned back towards the messenger. "How did it happen?"

"We actually are not sure, sir. We found the glacier, and found a tunnel with strange lights (much like you see in the sky, actually sir, it was quite pretty...),"

The messenger trailed off at the king's cold stare. "Which isn't the point," the messenger amended. "He went in, but never came out. Some sort of fog prevented us from going after him."

The king frowned. "Did you see his-" the king struggled to maintain himself. "His body?"

"No, but sir, its been two weeks."

The king frowned even deeper, but a faint hope lit in his chest, like a newly hatched moth. Wanting to fly, and yet afraid to.

"That glacier's magic is powerful. Different. If anyone could find a way to utilize it, it will be Ahtohallan."

The messenger narrowed his eyes. "So it is true, then? You have named your son 'Icy Frost'? You know that will not be popular with the people. Before this, this disaster, it was your own daughter who had caused the most death. Arya killed-"

"I AM WELL AWARE ARNOLD!" He turned away, determined not to show weakness to the messenger. "Not a day goes by that I don't regret sending her away. But I vowed to be a better father to Ahtohallan, he won't end up in a powerful place and accidently absorb its power and lose contr-"

King Magnus then realized half of the conditions he had stated were true for Ahtohallan as well. The king turned around and saw that the messenger had a skeptical look on his face. And that just annoyed the king.

He narrowed his eyes. "What do you then suggest we do?" he asked, with a scathing voice.

The messenger, completely unfazed by his kings dangerous attitude, answered without hesitation. "Go to the Northuldra. It is, after all their glacier. If anyone knows how to get someone out, it's them."

Again, for the second time, hope flared in the king's chest. 'But I won't let it grow, on to be smashed' the king thought. So he squashed the hope, so he could just concentrate on getting his son back. "Your right. That magic glacier is probably were those 'sun people' got there spirit guardians."

"The glacier itself is a guardian. We have not considered the other possibility of it simply defending the Northuldra from ene-"

"SHUT UP!" roared King Magnus. "We are NOT giving up. I'm not losing another child." His voice broke.

He turned around to look out at the treacherous sky and it's terrible lights. To himself he whispered "You will not take another child from me."

He looked at the messenger. "Prepare my horse."