The Corp Groom

by Hellarn

All Elsa wanted her suitors to give her peace of mind. Instead, death came to her with a tempting offer. After marrying the dead prince, death promised her the revival of their dead parents. All for a while. Pretty good offer. All you have to do is take the corpse and live with it for two months. How hard can it be, right?

Before I begin my story, I must warn you that this story may contain adult elements. Excuse my grammar, if you will. The final warning of the frozen movie and all its characters belong to Disney.

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom far from the north where the mountains almost touched the sky and snow-crowned their peaks. In this kingdom lived the king and queen. They had two daughters. The older one had the gift of conjuring up snow with just a wave of her hand, and the younger one was ordinary, but her heart could love and enjoy everything in the world. Because of the accident, the king and queen had to close the gates of the castle and they forbid their daughters from seeing each other. The years have progressed, the king and queen perished during their journey to a foreign land. They left two daughters with no counsel, who would help them during their adolescence. Thankfully, both girls had each other and their love.

Queen Elsa of Arendelle was a charming young woman. It was no wonder that almost after the gates got opened, princes from all over the world came to visit. They hoped they gain her heart. Anna was happy with all the fresh faces in the castle, while Kristoff looked at most of the nobles with great cynicism. They fed Elsa up with those sweet words. "Queen, the stories about your beauty did not lie," or "Your kingdom is so beautiful. Especially its natural riches." Or. "These dresses are so…" and so on and so on. These suitors annoyed her; she didn't need a king; she could rule on her own (Thank-you-very-much). So, the Queen went out of town to be away from everything for a while. She came down to one clearing. That place was lined with stones, which were set up in a regular circle. Elsa had never been there before, so she looked with interest at the surroundings. Mainly trees grew near the stones, their trunks were twisted and most of them were already dry. However, one tree got completely soaked with water, and a pair of green weights with sapphire-coloured wings raced around its hull. It wasn't a very pleasant place, so it surprised Elsa when some of her suitors showed up in front of her and her little sister, Anna, was right behind them. Anna went looking for Elsa because she worried about her. How could she know the princes would join her? Elsa, full of annoyance and anger, conjured up a small drift of snow. Some princes retreated in fear. "Dear princess," Elsa said with her royal voice, "All of you come because you want to win me over! Well, I have bad news for you. I don't want to marry any of you! You hear me! I'd rather marry the dead prince than marry one of you!" As soon as Elsa uttered these words, black clouds covered the sky and a slight wind blew. She stepped slightly toward the castle, where the ball was slowly approaching.

From the depths of the earth, a woman in a black cape saw everything that happened. Her breath was even colder than Elsa's conjured snow. And her touch? No one knew what it was like - because once the woman hugged someone, he died at that moment. Next to her awakened withered twigs of tree and flowers, which slowly crawled to the figure. "Our lady, is it time!" said the plants in a low voice. "Yes, my dear servants. The Queen wants to marry a corpse." the woman laughed, that laugh sound as crow croaking. "If it's her wish, we'll grant it! Come on, my faithful servants, we'll search the graves. We will find the groom to the Snow Queen." The flowers examined the corpse after the corpse. (This one died old. This one died as a toddler!) Until finally one rose returned with success.

Meanwhile, a ball erupted in the castle. Many people were there. It was no wonder half of them wanted to see the princess and her suitor, and the others wanted to see the Queen. Elsa was trying to maintain her friendly spirit. She would rather be alone in the garden. Maybe she'd take Olaf with her, or Anna, and then they'd skate. Suddenly the lights in the castle went out, all the music in the castle died down. The guests fell silent, and like moles, they poked their heads out of their collars to see what was happening. Elsa slowly sat down on the throne. The room was slowly filling with a chilly breeze, but mainly with a waft of rotten grass.

Spiders, earwigs, and cockroaches rushed out of the side walls. These creatures also climbed from behind the table and gathered in front of the queen's throne. A woman with a hood on her head emerged from the pile that had formed there. She took off her hood and exposed her youthful face with dead, empty eyes with her lips that were colourless. The woman was hairless. "Queen Elsa of Arendelle. I see I come just in time for the party." The woman spoke in a soft voice. "I don't remember inviting you! Who you are? What you're doing here?" Elsa asked angrily. "I am 'the one' almost everyone in this world curses my name. The one who takes the loved ones, the relatives, the weak, and the wounded. I am Death." Death spread her arms. A couple of baked pigeons rolled off the table. All muscles in their bodies came back to life. Roast pigeons stood on their feet and crouched around the room. Also, the baked pig came back to life. It squealed in confusion, and with each squeak, sauce and pieces of vegetables flowed from his mouth and eyes. All the nobles ran in fear to the door, and some tried to get out, but the door was closed.

Death put her hands back to her body, and everything fell silent. "You, you're the one who took our parents." Elsa's words sounded both like a question and a threatening statement of fact. The woman just smiled. "You're right. But when someone's time comes, there is nothing I can do about it. However, I have not come to discuss your family matters. I'm here because of your promise."

"My sister didn't promise you anything," Anna spoke. Death looked at the young princess. "Ou, Anna, you are still so innocent. So, full of joy and childhood dreams, you must have saved them for so long before your sister let you in her room, and her heart." Anna could only feel the words of Death passing through her head as if someone had stabbed her in the skull with nails. "You didn't want to discuss our family business," Elsa's voice trembled with rage. Death turned to Elsa again. "That's right. Forgive me. Today, you entered the sacred circle that the Vikings had built here, and in this circle, you said, "I would rather marry a dead prince than marry any of you." The entire crowd listened intently. "Yes, I did,"

"I am offering you, one prince, from my kingdom of the dead as your future husband."

"What am I going to get out of this?"

"I will allow you and your sister to spend three weeks with your dead parents." Anna's eyes lit up. She could see her parents again. She could introduce Kristoff to them. Elsa would show them how she can handle her powers. "I have some conditions. You must do everything that lovers and newlywed pars do. Like dinners, talks and other human activities. You also have to lie down with him in one bed." Elsa processed every word. Will she agree to such a condition? It was crazy, after all. Elsa felt all her ice magic boil inside of her. Death, without a hint of any emotion, moved closer to the icy throne. "Dear Queen Elsa, I know about your snow abilities. If you endanger me, you will be responsible for ten lives." So Elsa calmed her mind. "Can I see him before I decide?"

"I will not show him to you, but I will tell you his story." The wind blew across the quiet hall. The instruments lifted themselves into the air, the ghosts played gloomy music on them, and the piano flaps also moved on their own. By then, death sang. Her voice sounded like chorales of monks.

Once upon a time. In one kingdom not far lived the king and queen. They want to have children, but fate was cruel. Then, out of the blue, the kingdom had thirteen princes. The Queen died when she delivered the last one. Oh, the kingdom didn't know what to do with them. The oldest learned to be king. But what others? What are they supposed to do?

And so, the first two princes decided to kill the dragon in the neighbourhood. Oh, what a mistake, because I was there. So, the dragon burned the prince to dust. The only thing left was their charred bones. Chorus: In the cemetery. In the noble tomb, the princes lie. The locals don't talk about them anymore. The kingdom in black is shrouded.

Two years have passed, and the eldest son is still learning to be the king. So, the two sons go on an adventure. They go to a tournament and behold; I was there too. One of them fell from the horse and broke his neck. To the second one, they cut off his head. Ch.

The next two years have passed, three other sons set out to find themselves, brides. They reached a beautiful kingdom, and they find beautiful lady's and me Lady Death. One prince's throat was slit by a jealous suitor. The second one drowned when he tried to reach his beloved. And the bride poisoned the last prince. Ch.

The next two years passed, and two princes had a strange illness. One prince's body was covered with blisters, and the other one had hallucinations. So, I hugged them so that nothing would bother them anymore. Ch.

The years go by, and this time, two princes set out on their journey. But on their way, they got that horrible news. Their father died when he with grief jumped out the window. And I just laugh. Ch.

Only three princes are breathing. The oldest one is already king. The two princes travelled in the north. I met them on the road. Wolves toured apart the first one. The last thirteenth prince went up to the mountains and there he fell asleep on an ice floe and so the last prince froze. Ch.

Her song ended. Death slowly opened her palm, and a small eagle-like brooch appeared in it. Elsa recognized the symbol of the royal family from the Southern Isles. If her memory served her well, the current monarch was King Frederick V. "Your groom is the last of those unfortunate princes. I think it's fitting since you have ice powers. So, what will by your answer Queen Elsa?" Elsa looked at Anna, who was just looking at Death in fear, "I agree." Her voice carried through the air like an incantation, and Death smiled. "Don't think about tricking me, Your Highness. Already three brothers' magicians wanted to trick me, but they don't succeed." Death summoned her servants (dry plants, scavengers, ravens, crows) Elsa nodded her head.

"Then behold, here is your suitor!" Death pointed to the door, and they opened with a rumble. Yellow horse with a white-black mane entered the ballroom. His hind legs were bent to the bone, his ponytail was completely missing. The horse's rib cage and lungs could have been seen from his torso, which was inflating with every breath. His front legs were just skinless, the same neck. As the horse moved his head, his neck muscles working, but a squeak of bone accompanied his gait and beating the dead heart. On horseback sat a man of tall stature in a white princely dress. Only his vest and shirt were blue, although it was difficult to determine the exact colour of his clothes because oil stein and dust decorated his entire suite. Before anyone could react, the horse stopped, and the prince jumped on the ground, but when he hit the castle floor, his legs snapped and one leg broke off, and fell. At that moment, a pair of beetles appeared, and they put the foot in its original place. The prince came closer to Elsa, and only now did she notice the prince's face, which was all pale and covered with rime. The hair that must have once shone with its fiery colour was now full of snow. His eyes were as green as spring grass. His nose had black dots, as well as his ears.

The prince bowed and the cracking sound of vertebra in the spine filled the entire room. He straightened up again, revealing that moths had eaten a piece of his clothes, and through this hole, everyone could see his liver. With a little light, this organ shined as pure pearl. The man opened his mouth, but he did not make a single sound. Death nodded with his hand. Two gravediggers appeared, and they carried an icy human tongue on their backs. They handed it to the prince. Prince grabbed his tongue and put it in his mouth. After a while, Prince spoke with a kind voice. "Greetings to Queen Elsa of Arendelle. I am Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, the youngest of thirteen princes. I hope that I will have an opportunity to appreciate the beauty of your kingdom." Anna was staring at the dead prince. When he was alive, he must have been gorgeous, but now this beauty got spoiled because he was pale, and his body was already in part decomposition. The worst of all was the smell of rotten meat and eggs. Some nobles fled through the main entrance. Others gradually went to the gardens, where they vomited the rest of their ball dinner. Death smiled. "I hope you like your suitor, Queen. I'm expecting an invitation to the wedding soon." After that, death disappeared.

Cold, that was the last thing he remembered. He and Sitron set up camp near a mountain in the north. He must come back, but… Why? There were candles in the main hall and there were too many people in it. Maybe the local nobles were holding a ball. His interest turned to a woman with white hair and a blue dress. She was breathtaking. He never saw such an impressive woman before. "I welcome you in Arendelle Prince Hans." Arendelle? Of course, how could he forget? Wait, he introduced himself to her? He didn't remember it. However, he knows the woman's name, Queen Elsa. "I hope you will like it here." Her voice trembled a little. Was there something about him? Why is she so scared? He didn't feel different. "Are you still yourself?" asked the voice in his head. Of course, he is. His name is Hans, and he came with his brother Ivo, but they split up. Ivo went to the forest while he went to the mountains. "You must be exhausted, after such a long journey." The Queen Call her servant into the throne room. Although, when her servant came and saw Hans, she ran out. Hans must have looked even worse than he had originally thought. To show that the maid's reaction did not offend him, the prince bowed, his vertebrae creaked again. Then Hans took his horse to the stables. Anna escorted Elsa to her room. "You're out of your mind!" Elsa walked nervously back and forth. She only did that when she was thinking. "Do you think that I don't know that? I did it for us, Anna." Elsa grabbed Anna's hands. "Our parents are going to be here, Anna, don't you understand?"

"I understand very well." Anna did not protest, but she continued to observe her sister. "What are you going to do?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out. I can't marry someone who I just met." Anna walked over to the window and looked out. "Then you're going to have to break that rule."

Someone well equipped for this room. It had everything that could one human being need. There were spare clothes in the chest, a desk for writing letters, a bed and a window. In the morning, the birds and the buzzing of flies that were circling above his body like hungry vultures awakened him. He changed his clothes. Now he realized that he doesn't have a mirror in his room. What a shame. Hans washed his face. The water on his skin was unpleasantly cold. He was combing, and it seemed to him like he had pieces of rock in his hair. He still felt like he'd forgotten something important.

He walked into the dining room where the royal family ate and all the guests. This time, the room was empty except for two sisters. They sat next to each other and had breakfast. "Good morning." Anna looked at the prince, who looked even scarier in the light of day than he did last night. There was not even a hint of snow in his hair. His face was clean, but all the blackened spots on his face were now more visible. The prince bit into a piece of bread, and his jaw was cracking. Anna had something to do to keep her from throwing up. It did not surprise her when almost all the visitors left. Who wanted to have breakfast with a dead man? "How do you like it here?" She asked to break the silence. "Your rooms are very cosy and warm, princess Anna. I hope I will see the city today."

The last time when he was here, everyone told him that the king and queen barricaded themselves inside their castle. King and queen? He recalled Ivo's carefree laughter. "You don't believe in the curses! Do you, Hans?" He bit to the meal and felt a strange pressure on his tongue. He put his fingers in his mouth and pulled out a white stool. How was this possible? He always took care of his teeth. Elsa, meanwhile, tried to consume her breakfast. Hans went to his room. Elsa could have backed off, but she stood at the door from the prince's room. She knocked.

Hans sat at the table, watching the queen who was sitting next to him. "From the first moment I saw you, I felt a connection between us." Her voice trembled as she tried to stay calm. "For a long time, I thought I wouldn't find my soulmate. I love you and I want you as my husband." He looked at her as if he saw a unicorn. "Please don't confuse love with political reasons. How can you love someone after one day? I know nothing about you, and you know nothing about me. If you want to unite our families into one, I have nothing against it." Hans walked over to the window where he saw the forest. "Let me fulfil the traditional ritual that every man of the Southern Isles must perform before he got married. Let me prove that I am worthy of you." Hans went from the window to her. He knelt; his hands found hers. Although his eyes were pale green, they now shone with life and hope. "Let me get to know you." Elsa could not refuse his wish. Did this man don't know that he was alive? She asked herself. Elsa didn't even know that she was right.

Hans went to the stable this afternoon, where he prepared Sitron for a big hunt. He combed his horse main, clean his fur and hoofs. Kristoff watched him, then he approached Hans. "May I ask what you're doing?" Hans had never turned before to be addressed by an ordinary man like this. "You, sir, grew up in a hole? Did they not teach you how to speak to the nobles?" Kristof raised his hands in front of him. "Relax mate, I didn't mean to offend you. I just wanted to tell you that your horse is falling apart."

"You are brave. On the South Isles, we respect bravery, if it belongs to your rank." Kristoff blinked; this was weird for him. "What is your name, mister?"

"Hey, you can call me Kristoff." Hans looked at Sven, the reindeer from Kristoff. "Interesting animal. I've read that here in the north people use reindeer for work and transport. This is the first time I've ever seen one in a royal stable." The chest of a young ice deliverer swelled with pride. "I have permission to import ice to the palace from the Queen herself." Suddenly, the prince didn't seem so scary. "Then you must be a knight when you have that trust from the Queen herself." Kristoff thought about it. "I suppose so." Was that man blind? Can't he see how his horse's skin was peeling off? Maybe it is because of the Lady Death that he can't see his correct form. "Your horse is beautiful." Hans's eyes lit up. He loved talking about horses. "They gave it to me when I was ten years old." He liked to ride with him and take care of him. "Do you know both sisters well?" Kristoff was friends with Elsa, even though he sometimes found her scary. Especially when she got angry and her ice turned into spikes that could pierce a man's heart. "I'm going to marry Princess."

"I'm sure you performed a very heroic act, Sir Kristoff. When Princess Anne gives you her heart." Kristoff recalled how he and Anna chased her sister in the mountains, and how Anna almost died. "What are you preparing for?"

"On the hunt." Kristoff was never on the hunt. True, he hunted animals and then he cooked them for dinner. But to hunt just for fun? "What are you going to hunting?" Hans checked his sword to see if it was sharp enough. "It is a tradition that every man will bring a gift to his future wife. With this gift, he will express both his affection and his faithfulness." Kristof nodded. It was news to him, but God knows how many more traditions they had in the South Isles.

Hans went into the woods at noon. The forest was full of felled leaves. The horse stopped, Hans crouch down to examine the footprints on the ground. Recently, a wolf pack roamed true here. Then the prince heard a rustling of a fallen leaf. Hans looked in the direction where the sound was coming from. He found a member of the pack wandering near him. Maybe he was looking for food for his pack. Hans followed the wolf until he found the cave. There'll be at least ten of those wolves inside this cave. Prince must lure them out somehow. He took out a piece of raw meat from his bag and tied it to a thick rope. The bait worked, and almost all the wolves went after the smell of meat. Hans went to the cave, where he found an enormous wolf with grey fur. This wolf was the leader of the pack, which stayed in the den. Hans did not hesitate and attacked the wolf with his sword in his hand. However, the leader of the pack was nibbling, for he had bitten Hans' into his arm. However, his nerves were still numb. Prince felt no pain. In the end, he suffocated the wolf.

Sitron, meanwhile, was waiting for his master. Besides the meat bait, the wolves also smelled a dead horse, and the pack decided that the horse would be a better feast for them than fresh meat. Three wolves surrounded the horses. Sitron, of course, fought back. He got on his hind legs, kicked around to drive the wolf beasts away. The first wolf jumped up and, with one jerk, peeled off the horse's fur. Another wolf attacked the horse's underbelly and pulled out a transparent snake adorned with blood-red veins. That thing was the small intestine. The wolf pulled out the whole organ and wanted to eat it, but another member of the pack disagreed with that. They both fight over an organ. Another wolf was luckier, and he bit a piece of muscle from the horse, revealing a white bone that was daring. Luckily, Hans came at that moment. Thanks to his abilities, he created a temporary torch. Thanks to this tool, he could drive all wolves away from his horse.

In the stable, Hans cleaned his horse again and gave him food. Sitron felt perfectly satisfied even though he was missing one digestive organ. Hans cleaned the wolf's skin and stretched it on wood to dry it. Then he got rid of fat and tendons. He couldn't decide what craft from it - a small blanket or dress accessory. Elsa walked past his room. Out of curiosity, she looked into it. After a while, she walked in. "Why are you doing this yourself? The servants can also prepare the wolf's skin for you." Hans did not even notice her arrival. He dropped a pencil and pattern for sewing on the ground. "This is a tradition from the South Island. I must make the gift myself. If a woman's fiancé bought her gift or left it to make it by someone else. Then it could be interpreted, as the fiancé's intentions are not pure." The prince's words impressed the young queen. She knew how important it was to know about national traditions. It was only recently that she and Anna celebrated Christmas, during which they tried to figure out all Arendelle Christmas customs. It was during this Christmas that they created a new tradition, which was as beautiful as the others. Her fingers ran over the soft skin. Suddenly, she noticed that Hans's hand was bleeding. "You're hurt." His hand was bitten. The blood coming out of his wounds took the form of a small red crystal. "It's nothing. I just got bitten by the wolves. It doesn't even hurt." Despite this, Elsa wrapped Hans's injured hand in a clean cloth. It was only then that she realized that she was providing medical care to a dead person.

After some time, his body will be cold and lifeless again. He's going to have to go back to the coffin. She must have shaken off all these gloomy thoughts. "There's only one thing that bothers me. I don't know what to make you." She must have smiled. His eyes gleamed. "You can make me whatever you want. I don't insist on anything, Prince."

"Please call me Hans. After all, we will be husband and wife." Elsa nodded. His wound was still bleeding. She needed a flight. Thanks to the movement of her hand, she covered the entire bandage with snow. His eyes lit up. "You can do magic?" It wasn't very common in the Southern Isles to meet someone with magical abilities. His brothers often used to say that: Their kingdom was so corrupt that even fairies didn't want to live in it. "I was born that way. I can show you more." Elsa waved her hand and filled the room with snow and ice. She got up and picked up the snow and turned it into a snowball and threw it at the prince. A snowball hit the prince in the face. Elsa burst out laughing, but Hans made his snowball. So, Elsa immediately hid behind an ice wall. So, began the snow battle at the end. Hans rolled Elsa into the snow, and they both laughed like little children. "That's how Anna and I used to play a lot," Elsa said with a smile on her face. "Unfortunately, me as kid… I got little attention." Hans stood up and stood in front of the desk. "I had twelve brothers in total. I didn't get to know them all properly, because one by one they started dying. My eldest brother, Frederik, was constantly in the library, not paying attention to any of us. All he cared about was the reign." Elsa felt sorry for the young prince.

Hans and Elsa spent the morning together talking about the books they were reading. Hans liked books about history or war strategy. Elsa liked books about philosophy, geometry and romance. The young queen led the prince into the garden, where she showed him the just-grown fruit trees. Her mother always told her: They planted one three on the day of her birth, even though it was in almost frozen soil. The seed germinated and grew into a tree. "I like the sun and the summer." Someone sang. Hans looked around to find the source of such cheerful singing. From behind one tree appeared a small snowman who sang to himself. Hans has seen nothing like it. "Hello, Elsa. It's such a beautiful day, isn't it?" said Olaf, and he jump enthusiastically. "Wait, Wait! I discovered the new duck nest today. I made new friends." Olaf laughed. "Oh, who's this gentleman beside you, Elsa?" Olaf looked at Hans with great curiosity. The prince did not know how to react to this creature. "Hi, I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs." Olaf spread his arms and waited for Hans to hug him, but the prince didn't do it. "I created Olaf because of my powers."

"You must be a strong sorceress if you can create a living thing out of snow." Elsa blushed. Hans slowly held out his hand to the snowman. Olaf examined Han's hand with interest. "Of course. We consider a handshake as a universal sign of friendship and trust." Olaf's been reading a lot lately, especially encyclopedias. The snowman took Hans's hand with his branches, which served as his hands and shake it. However, his movements sped up and soon out of nowhere came a loud crunch. Olaf found himself with a hand that held him but was no longer attached to Hans's body. "Well, then. That hasn't happened to me yet." Said snowman with curiosity. Hans looked on his side. His hand was not in her place, yet he could still feel it and move with it. What, how could it be? The hand slipped away and went to its owner. With a strong snap, the bone got back to its place. How was that possible? "Hans, I..." But the prince fled to his room. He was trying to settle his thoughts.

The next day, Elsa tried in vain to get into the prince's room. Hans didn't talk to anyone. By noon, Elsa was slowly planning her fake wedding. She wasn't happy about it at all. Kai came into her study and told her that the Duke of Weselton was in the courtyard and wished to speak to her. The old duke and his two assistants were already standing there. "I've heard about your situation, Your Majesty! Your betrothal is a crime against God and the human conscience. I've tolerated your ice magic, but I will not tolerate such disgusting think ass copulation with a dead person. Plus, that corpse isn't even worthy of you." The Duke threw his hands around, and his voice resembled the weasel's squeal. It irritated Elsa. How dare he talk about her like that? Luckily, Hans came to the courtyard. "Anna told me where to find you. What is happening?" His eyes looked at an old man who looked like an angry rooster. "How can we help you, Duke?" The Duke got hot under the collar. "Is that supposed to be your future husband? This disgusting corps?"

"Don't speak with me or my fiancé in that tone!"

"Otherwise, what? Are you going to eat my brain?" Hans's blood boil in his veins, at least one that wasn't completely frozen. "So far, you're just insulting me, sir. I'm willing to send you back to where you came from in the box." Elsa felt the tension in the air. She wanted to say something so that the terrible duke would leave. "How dare you!"

"You started, Duke of Weaslton."

"That's enough! I'm challenging you to a duel. A duel for the queen. What do you say? Whoever wins will walk down the aisle with her." The Duke smiled wickedly. "I accept." Elsa didn't believe her ears. Will they fight over her as if she was some kind of trophy!? Her anger was so great that she didn't even notice that ice spikes formed around her. Both gentlemen ignored it. The Duke sent one of his assistants for his sword. Luckily, Hans always carries his sword. He pulled it out of his scabbard. There was still a remnant of ice from the North Mountain on the blade. The Duke grasped his sword and tried a few swings.

"If you have enough sense, you'll both stop now!" Elsa yelled threateningly. The Duke took a combat pose, Hans did the same thing. The eye of an experienced observer could note that Hans was faster and his movements were precise. But Duke had more experience. Once he kicked the prince's legs and swung his sword at him. Fortunately, Hans could make a roll in time, so he avoided Duke's attack. In one move, however, Hans did not escape, and the Duke's blade cut the prince's neck in half. The prince's body was headless, blood was dripping from his neck. Hans's body collapsed onto the stone floor. The Duke's face now shone with a smile. "Edvard, make an announcement. It looks like the Queen's marrying me after all." Elsa stared in disbelief at the body and head that lay beneath her. "Don't be sad, Your Highness. Soon you will find out that I will be a very faithful husband." The Duke stood before the Queen. He did not notice that the prince's body was slowly rising from the ground. "And don't worry. Our love life will be very pleasant as well." The body walked to his head and put it on the neck. The spinal cord connects with the rest of the body. All the veins and all the arteries attached as they were before. "Our wedding will be so magnificent that people will talk about it even after twenty years." Hans took a breath. Just then, did the Duke look behind him to witness as the prince turned his head three hundred and sixty-five degrees. Now the prince's head was in her place.

The Duke's mouth was open. That wasn't possible. He killed him! Hans grasped his sword. "I think it's time for my attack." Hans stabbed the Duke's chest with one swing. The Duke first howled in disbelief, then coughed up a shower of blood, which end up on Hans' face. Prince pulled out his sword, the Duke staggered for a moment before his body fell to the ground. He was dead, his eyes glazed, and his breath stopped for good. The Queen watched it all with fear. The prince turned to her; his entire suit now adorned with the Duke's blood. Both Duke's servants run away. Hans's brain had to process what happened. His head…? He was dead! So, why he is alive then? What happened to him? "I'm not human." He said. Elsa could only nod. "I died, didn't I? I froze to death on that mountain." Hans looked at his sword, which was covered in blood. "Nothing can kill me because I am dead already." His eyes filled with tears. He killed a man in a dishonest duel. "Elsa." His eyes sought understanding in her eyes, but they couldn't find it. "I understand. I'm a monster made of rotten flesh. I'm Frankenstein. Walking dead." His voice trembled until he finally poured into a hysterical laugh. "I understand if you're afraid of me now. If you got disgusted by me." She didn't want to be afraid, but her hand was still shaking. Hans got up and went back to his room.

The next day, Hans sat on the bed, looking at his fingers. How could he not have noticed how blackened his fingers were? He was dead, but he could still feel the heartbeat. There was a knock, and Elsa entered the room. "I didn't mean to shock you." Hans looked at the queen, who was squeezing a piece of a handkerchief in her hand. "What are you talking about? I should figure it out at that moment when my tooth fell off. Now I'm just asking why?" So, the Queen told the dead prince all about her celebration, the words said in the cursed circle and about the agreement between her and death. The prince listened to her. When she finished, he was just staring at the wall. "When I was a child, my grandfather described hell to me." He laughed at the memory. "After you close your eyes. You see only darkness, then you see a brief flash of light and then nothing. I was twenty-five. Which year is now?" Elsa put her handkerchief in her other hand. "1845." He was dead for thirteen years! He'd be thirty-eight by now, maybe he'd have a wife, children may be some dogs. Maybe he'd be an admiral. Frederik had no relation to his brothers, but he still appreciated their skills. "You know very well that he wouldn't do anything like that." That thought wasn't his. With his little finger, he drove into his ear, from which he pulled out a long worm. The Worm blinked at him. "Why are you taking me out of my house? I just started biting off a pleasant room." An angry worm was sizzling. "You're the one who used to talk in my head sometimes."

"Maybe." Hans sighed and let the worm crawl on his shoulder. "Thank you for telling me the truth." Hans held Elsa's hands and smiled at her. "Are you sure that you still want me as your husband?" His question was full of bitterness. "No," she didn't like lying, for he had already once separated her from the most important person in her life because she lied. "However, I want to see my parents again. I hope you will not heat me for this selfless act." Anna's going to want to get married, too. They do a double wedding so their parents can see at least one of their daughters' happiness. "Not at all Elsa."

"Elsa's dinner is on the table." The young princess slammed into the room without knocking. Elsa quickly stood up and went to the dining room. Anna stare at the prince, who was looking in the mirror at his deadly pale face. "Could you tell me, Princess? Why are you marrying a commoner?" Kristoff may not have been noble, but he's one of the kindest people Anna knows. "Kristoff helped me with my sister when she run off. Elsa hid in her room for a long time, hiding her powers. One day, she went for a walk down the hall, and I wanted to surprise her. I hugged her from behind, and she froze the whole hallway. She fled to the North Mountain, where she built a large ice palace. With Kristoff's help, I get to her and convince her about my love. I loved her, even with her powers. Love was the answer all along, not fear." An impressive story. All the young prince knew was the grey wall in his room and the black ebony wood coffins in the king's tomb. "When a prince dies, they buried his horse with him. In the afterlife, every nobleman will find his horse and join King Arthur's company in heaven." That's why Hans came on horseback. They have buried Sitron with his master. The prince turned to the princess and gave her a sincere smile.

Elsa ate soup calmly until she heard voices from the corridor, one of which belonged to Hans. However, she couldn't recognize the other two voices. She went to see what was going on. Hans stood by the stretcher on which the dead body of the Duke of Weselton lay. Hans was talking to the servants who arrived with the Duke. "I am sorry for what has happened between me and the Duke. I don't want this country to be at war because of my action. Offer my sincere condolences to his family and all the residents of Weselton." The prince removed the gold chains from his suit and placed them next to the Duke's body. "Bury him with all the respect he deserves." Both men bowed to the prince. Then they took a stretcher with the body and carried him to the ship. "A sinful man living in the dirt saw his face. It resembled the faces of hideous monsters. At that moment the man decided to purify his heart so that his face would be human again." His grandfather read him a story written by the old sages to familiarize the new generation with the mistakes they had made. "That was kind of you." Elsa smiled at him, though she did not understand the meaning of his words. "You wouldn't talk like that if you knew my past." "Elsa, your trout is getting cold!" Once again, Anna came just in time to prevent a conversation between the dead prince and the queen. Elsa smiled at her sister and returned to the table. Hans took his place next to her, which was logical considering they were engaged. "I've already sent out an announcement."

"About what?" Kristoff asked. "About our wedding, silly! And that..." Is it even possible to have a bond between a corpse and a living person? Well, moral human principles were strongly against necrophilia.

Elsa tapped some potatoes on her fork and offered them to the prince. Lovers feed each other after all. Well, Anna and Kristoff do this kind of staff. Hans has bitten into a tasty dish. He gave a taste to his worm, which was still sitting on his shoulder. Dinner continued with a quiet conversation between Elsa and Hans. Anna was joking with Kristoff about their wedding day. "I can't wait to introduce you to my parents." A loud tinkle interrupted Anna's enthusiasm. It was Hans's eye that fell from his eye hole to the sauce. "I'm sorry." He got up and put his eye back into his skull. Anna swallowed heavily. After a few pieces of dessert, Hans coughed. Elsa rose in fear and bumped into the prince on his back. He coughed up an enormous pile of grey sand and white powder, which fly in all directions and fell into the food. Hans raised his hand to assure his bride-to-be that he was fine. When he finally caught his breath, his eyes looked at the dirty dining table. Thin streaks of blood ran from his ears. "I'm sorry." Anna smiled. "At least we have an evening activity." The red-haired girl swept the sand off the tablecloth. "In the Southern Isles, the bodies of noble princes got preparation. This preparation method is so effective that even after twenty years, the dead person looks as if they died only a few hours ago." Hans took the sand in his hand. "They fill the organs with sand and powder that prevents body rot. Then they put a special cream on their skins. Next, they dress the prince to his best clothes, stained with holy water and a special perfume that should keep away an insect." Hans took his worm in his hand. "How did you get past this protection?" the worm grinned. "You're frozen. Your body thawed a bit in your coffin. Water wash away your perfume and destroy it."

When they cleared the dining room, it was time to go to bed. Hans, however, remained in the library, where he read a book. Elsa also came to the library to read something. But instead of that, she watched the prince sitting next to the window. His hair shimmered in the moonlight. "Did you lose something, Elsa?" The Queen leapt with a scare and nearly knocked over the table. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have stared at you." Hans nodded to Elsa to sit with him. Her presence filled him with warmth. "What are you reading?"

"Some English author or Swedish I don't know exactly. It's about a woman who falls in love with a servant."

"We can read it together." This suggestion surprised her. No one's ever offered her that. They read one book, then another one, until they ended up with a book of poems. "This one's kind of disgusting." She was completely honest, after all. The poem which they read together was about a decomposing corpse. "Even what seems ugly and corrupt to us can be beautiful and poetic." Elsa never thought this way before. "I made a mistake today. The Duke and I had no right to fight over you, without your permission." The grumpy truth that brought her anger back. "Yes, it was. After you've come to terms with the Duke's men. I realized that you were acting in heat of passion." Elsa said honestly. Her blue eyes looked at his green eyes. Maybe she got enthralled by the poetry, or her brain couldn't think rationally after a day's work. Anyway, Elsa put her head on the prince's shoulder. Then she turned his face toward her so that their noses touched each other. One move and their lips connected. Hans's lips were not icy like the rest of his body. On the contrary, there was heat and desire in them. They separated. "Are you kissing me just because you have to, or because you want to?" Of course, she wanted it, what a stupid question. She has a good heart; he didn't deserve her. If only she knew…

Elsa treaded nervously. After a while, she must appear before her people to introduce her husband. Her eyes were looking at the painting of her father. Father's eyes were watching her. "What am I supposed to do, dad?" After her citizens see a dead prince, they'll reject her. The news that the queen of Arendelle was marrying a corpse would spread throughout her kingdom and beyond. She felt a strange touch on her hand. It was from Anna. Her presence and smile calmed her fear. "Maybe they won't notice." Only a blind man wouldn't notice a rotting body. That's when Hans walked into the room. His clothes were clean, with no holes. His hair was washed, so there was no snow left in it. He had a little layer of powder applied to his face. Honestly, a better powder wouldn't cover a blackened nose. Yesterday, the prince had a lukewarm bath prepared in which he slowly washed his body. The result was that his blood thawed, and so did his muscles and organs. "Is everything ready?" He asked. Elsa looked out, where the inhabitants of the city were already standing. She nodded. After that, she took her sister's hand, and they both went out. All the people shriek with enthusiasm. People were calling. "Long live the Queen." And "Hail to our princess." Both noble girls were smiling. Elsa conjured up a snowflake in the sky that scattered into thousands of little sparkles. All children were bouncing around and they tried to catch that magical piece of snow.

Elsa raised her hand, and the people fell silent. "Citizen of Arendelle. We are glad for such a heartwarming greeting." Elsa's speech was straightforward, even though she sometimes stared at the door. Anna squeezes her hand. "We've decided to get married." The crowd cheered. Anna pointed to the enormous gate. "I want you to meet my husband-to-be, Kristoff Bjorgman. I'm sure some of you already know him." Kristoff came out of the door and bowed. People greeted the young ice deliverer with applause. "My bride-to-be is from Southern Isles. It's Prince Hans Westergaard." Hans came out of the door and took Elsa's hand. People cheered enthusiastically. Probably his make-up worked.

A little boy approached the prince because he wanted to congratulate his future king. That was an Arendelle tradition, according to which one boy in the front rows can shake hands with his future king. The boy was about six years old, (he probably pushed his way through the crowd). It surprised Hans, for he did not know about this tradition. He shook hands with the little boy. Unfortunately, his wrist betrayed him. It separated itself from the rest of his arm. When the boy raised his hand, he found out that he was still holding the prince's hand. The palm jumped up and climbed on the boy's shoulder. The crowd fell silent. Everyone was looking at a moving hand. Suddenly, the boy laughed and let the hand climb on his head. The rest of the crowd smiled nervously. The hand went back to its place. "I didn't expect you to marry so soon, Your majesty." Lady Death and her beetles appeared again in front of the people. "I'm getting married, lady Death. You can come to the ceremony. However, I expect you to fulfil your end of the deal." At that moment, Elsa sounded like a true ruler. "Don't worry, Queen. Everyone important will come to your wedding. Maybe even sooner." Death laughed and then she disappeared in the black smoke. The Queen was looking forward to meeting her parents again. Elsa returned to the palace. "The woman. Was that death?" asked Hans. "Yes, why are you asking?"

"Her face. It seems to me like I've seen her before." He stood at the window. Outside, people were going to their homes. "When I was alive."

Death smiled at her mirror. She had to get to work soon to use enough of her energy to bring the guests of Arendelle's wedding to life. She waved to her staff and dark clouds appeared in the sky. At that moment, death sang:

Today is bright with sunshine; the flower unfolds. White clouds will soon announce that: Now is the day. The best day of all days, when two souls get tied together. So, the festive band plays a celebrating song! There should be joy and cries of horror in the streets.

Chorus: A wedding is about to take place in Arendelle. The bells are singing. Ding, dong. Ding, dong. Prepare a white dress for the bride and a black tuxedo for the groom! The procession of the Dead is on its way. They walk to the ceremony.

Twelve coffins opened in the royal crypt, and a dead prince emerged from each. Each of them disfigured differently, as their bodies were already in a more advanced stage of decomposition. Only dust came out of two of the coffins, gradually forming human figures. All princes walked out in front of the tomb at that moment. Two stone sarcophagi opened, from which the king and queen came out. King took the queen by the hand and led her out of the tomb. They were already missing a piece of their face and their clothes were leaking. The horses also alighted from their graves and each rushed to its owner, and the princes, together with their parents, mounted their faithful animals and set out for the wedding.

The voice from above sounds, it is the voice of an angel. He calls to all who sleep in the land. Give life back to yourselves and march in celebration. Leave all your worries behind, free yourself from all sorrow. Now it's time to laugh. Ch:

Deep in the enchanted forest, the earth shook. The locals have never experienced such a tremor before. It was enough for them to be separated from the rest of the world by fog. Suddenly, their shaman came out of the main mound, twenty years dead. At the same moment, a male figure rose from the river and looked around before stepping out of the cold water. Along with her, the few soldiers who had accompanied this person came to life. That person was the former King Runeard. His dead companions also joined the shaman and together they walked out towards the mist. Soldiers of Arendell, led by General Mattias, stared in disbelief at the dead bodies of their friends who were now marching away from the forest. The whole fog lifted, and the sunlight illuminated the entire forest. Yelena finally saw the light after thirty and four years of living in prison. She and her people were free. Only her temper would not allow her to stand still, so she and a few of her faithful and the Arendelle soldiers followed the crowd of corpses. All the dead sang during the march:

Let the bells ring. Let the fanfare play. To all the living be the glory. Now is our time, for we must rise and go. Sing your song, siren! May the wedding procession go well! Ch.

The old Duke of Darvik sat in his chair. For the umpteenth time, he held the medallion that his beloved Duchess had given him years ago. Her grave was in the woods. It took her twenty minutes to stand on the doorstep she knew so intimately. "Who is there?" asked the Duke as soon as he heard the creaking of the door. While his blindness made his life difficult, it had taught him to use his other senses, such as his hearing. The man who came to his house walked lightly. He felt a grip on his hand. The grip he knew so well. "Miranda?" He knew she'd never let go of him. Her soft singing carried through the house.

My dear, let's go! There's a wedding we must be at. The doves and the swans seal our love. Let's then blest another love. Beautiful are the banks of the rivers, and fairer is the white wool on the bride's dress. Ch.

On the other side of the North Mountain, opened a stone sarcophagus, with flowers on its top. There were also stuffed pigeons and mice near it. Near it was laying stuffed pigeons and mice. A woman with long golden hair came out of the sarcophagus. The woman decided to walk around. She was Queen Rita. With a wave of her hand, she urged her pigeons and mice to come to life as well and follow their mistress. When Rita finally emerged from the tomb, she allowed the cool air to ruffle her hair and, at that moment, over a thousand moths flew out of her dress.

We slept so long. My eyes can see the sunshine again. Lungs breathe in that clean breeze. Come, my friends, let's decorate the square with flowers. Let's decorate the banquet halls! So the musicians can play in them. Ch.

There was not one royal tomb on the South Island, there were several, and it was from one of them that the king came out, his eyes looking at everything sternly.

I think I got up just in time to make it to the ceremony. I have to buy a beautiful piece of jewellery for the bride and new shoes for the groom. Prepare the carriage and ribbons, coloured paper and wrap the wedding gift!

On the shore of the Enchanted forest lay a wrecked ship. Its wood was already rotten, and the seaweed-covered the main boom. Suddenly, the ship moved. It got reassembled until finally it floated on the surface of the sea, completely repaired. Onboard were the King and Queen of Arendelle.

Now is the time to return home. To hear again the voices of our daughters. It is time to wish them well for the days ahead. We will see the younger ones with a red sash and the older ones will wear an ice crown on her head. CH.

In a field where nothing has grown for nearly twenty years, the soil has moved. Gradually the soldiers dug cannons and horses out of the ground, and all made their way towards a large mound on which stood a tall man in a splendid uniform. The man wore a royal crown and beard, but these came off, revealing that the man was not a man but a woman posing as a man. Queen Isolde, nicknamed the Fearless Queen, raised her sword in the air.

Let's get moving, my dear subjects, there's surely a feast waiting for us. Just march upright and sing of all the battles you've won. There is joy enough and more to come when we take our beloveds back into our arms. CH.

An elderly woman was sitting in a small cave, looking into a dirty crystal. Suddenly, the wind rushed past her and a purple salamander jumped on her shoulder and caught fire. "Gale? Burny? What's that supposed to mean?" She asked angrily. Gale, the spirit of the wind, whispered something to her. "Wedding?" the woman stood up and picked up her long staff on which she had various feathers and crystals hanging.

The earth seemed to rejoice because a girl with a golden heart had found love. The wind will tell me where to go. I must be at the party. I look forward to the days to come, for I know that love has found its way. So sing, spirits with joy, for your caregiver will surely soon have a grandchild. CH.

Hans looked at himself in the broken mirror. His fingers ran over the cracks.

Who's that shadow looking at me? That face belongs to the dead prince. So desperate, so laughable the whole ceremony will seem. Don't prepare the bridal bouquet, prepare the coffin instead! It all seems absurd. That woman with the blissful smile made my heart muscles stir. CH.

One floor up, Queen Elsa was looking out the window with her sister. They both were watching on the horizon. Dark clouds were approaching Arendelle, which couldn't be a good omen: "Home, so beautiful. A home just for us." Anna smiled. But Elsa's expression was more troublesome. "The unknown is coming to us. Will it be worse than my winter in the middle of the summer? Need I ask? All that is about to happen I will survive until you- " Elsa took Anna's hands and squeezed them. "You will stand by my side. Then bring the priest and let the bridesmaids get ready! Bake cakes and compose sonnets for the happy newlyweds." CH.

In the Marshen Kingdom, in the middle of the field, a battle was just going on with the Southern Islands army on one side and the local army on the other. The King of the Southern Islands was desperately looking at the map, searching for any point that would change the outcome of the battle. Meanwhile, his people were dying outside. Horses were tumbling to the ground like wounded rabbits. The roar of the cannons tore at King Frederick V. ears. If only he had someone to go back to. Only his wife was waiting for him at home in the palace. He was childless. Every time it looked as if the queen might give birth, she miscarried or the child was born dead. The House of Westgaard would die out, for he was the last man of the house. His general storm into his tent. General's uniform was stained with the blood of his fellow soldiers. "Your Majesty, I am begging you." The king was silent. He could not accept defeat. Frederik stood up. "Your Majesty, please don't go mad!" He was already out of the tent. He was approaching his horse. Frederik was a king, and it was his duty to fight for his kingdom. He mounted his saddle, stood in front of the line of remaining soldiers. Of course, who would call them soldiers? They were a poor, wounded and starving bunch of children. King called for an attack. The first cannon shot and a handful of horsemen crumpled to the ground. The second shot and the human bodies turn to porridge comprising entrails and blood. Now the King is alone and facing him stands Emperor Charles II. Himself, with his rueful smile. Then, out of nowhere, a woman dressed in a black robe appears in the middle of the crowd. She smiled at the king. "Greetings, King Frederick. I bring you joyful news. In the kingdom of Arendelle, the queen will marry one of your brothers." Brothers? That was impossible. They're all dead. "As a proper kinsman, you cannot come without a wedding gift." Death waved his hand. All the dead soldiers stood up at that moment and rushed towards the enemy, sword in hand. The enemy soldiers were as petrified. Nothing could harm the undead, neither weapons nor fists. They mowed down their enemies as easily as the bailiff was mowing down wheat in autumn. The emperor took to flight while the king on his horse led his undead forward. Emperor stumbled and fell to the ground as he fled, with a heap of dead lying around him and King. Frederick bent over the terrified emperor with a sword in his hand. "You must forgive me, sir. But I need something from you." The king leaned closer. "It is an old family tradition." He whispered, and with one swipe, he plunged the knife into the Emperor's stomach. The Emperor writhed in pain, his screams echoing far and wide, and then paused. Frederik carefully removed the heart from the body and placed it in a small wooden chest. It was time to attend the wedding.

Prince Hans read yesterday's newspaper. The news gave him a feeling of horror. "Is something wrong?" asked Elsa worriedly, picking up the eye that had fallen out of the prince's eye sockets. "I was just reading an article in particular. It reminded me of a story that has been told in my homeland since time immemorial." Hans removed his glove, which was warm to the touch. "The king wanted to conquer the city with his army. For three days and three nights, he tried to get beyond the walls that prevented the King from entering. But the King died during the siege and all the warriors with him. A few years later, a young prince tried to conquer the city. He too was in danger of suffering the same fate as the King. The prince prayed to the highest power. The next day, the dead king and his soldiers resurrected from the earth and, at the prince's command, conquered the city." Hans paused. Elsa put her hand on his cheek. She looked into his eyes and saw the anguish in them. "What happened then?"

"The dead got over the walls. No weapon could kill them. The prince was about to drink in his victory, only that the dead went wild and devoured the poor civilians. Fortunately, the undead king still had a vestige of human reason in him, and he drew his sword, which he poured holy water on, and then stabbed himself with it. And so he perished, and his army perished with him." Elsa loved to listen to Hans' voice, whether he was telling her about the Southern Isles or his interests. Day after day, her heart quickened at the sight of Hans. Was she falling in love with him? "I have something for you." The queen took her husband-to-be into the main hall. On the table was a saddle made of brown leather and trimmed with silver. Hans admired this gift. It would look perfect on Sitron. "Thank you, Elsa! You don't know how much I appreciate my best friend. After almost all my brothers died, he became my only companion." His hand caressed the top of the saddle. He turned his head to look into the queen's blue eyes. She was the best thing that could have happened to him in this world. She was his angel. The angel who had allowed him to have all the beautiful moments in the world. At that moment, he decided he had to tell her. "Elsa, you are so beautiful and kind. But I'm not the right man for you."

"Why do you say that?"

"When I was twenty, my father sent me to the army. I had been there only a year when riots broke out on one island. I… I killed some civilians who got caught up in the rebellion." Elsa knew of this event, thanks to her father reading aloud the announcement from the South Isles. This new information made her uneasy.

They both went for a walk in the garden. Mostly because Elsa needed to collect her thoughts. Hans was enjoying the scent of the flowers when someone slapped him on the back. "I found you!" Olaf exclaimed in a joyful voice. "Olaf, what are you doing?" Elsa asked the delighted snowman. "Playing hide and seek with my duck friends. I'm sure you're playing too, aren't you?" Hans was ready to refuse the snowman, but Elsa beat him to it. "Why not?" Olaf jumped up happily. "I count to ten." Elsa nodded in agreement and ran to a nearby willow tree. Hans ran after her. "This is my hiding place." She said provocatively. "I don't know where else to hide, I don't know all the nooks and crannies yet." Elsa smiled and used her hand to fix Hans' hair. "I bet you used to play hide and seek with your brothers too."

"I did, with some of them. We also used to run around the palace corridors a lot our father used to admonish us." His face grew sad. "Sometimes I remember the faces of my eldest siblings, sometimes their faces are barely noticeable. Some of them I didn't recognize until the moment they lay in their coffins. I thought Ivo and I would escape. That we would make it. But we got separated. Ivo went deeper into the forest. While I went into the mountains."

"Do you miss him?"

"He was a year older than me and we were always together." He recalled Ivo's face, smiling. Or the way she held his hands. Elsa squeezed his hand. "You are a special man, Prince Hans. Even if some of your actions were not good, you still tried to be a good brother." Hans looked straight at Elsa. "Thank you." He whispered. Slowly, he leaned towards Elsa and pressed his lips to hers. It was the most passionate kiss Elsa had ever received. Hans's hand lingered closer to one breast. He ran his fingers over the hem of her dress. Elsa broke the kiss to catch her breath. Hans's eyes demanded permission. She nodded. The prince's hand gripped her breast firmly and massaged it. Elsa moaned with bliss. She could feel herself getting wet. Hans leaned down to her neck and gave her a violent and absorbent kiss. "I found you." Olaf cried out. They both pulled away from each other. Elsa flushed with shame, and Hans' face was decorated with blush besides the rot. "Well done Olaf. You're good at this game." Elsa complimented the snowman. Olaf just proudly lifted his carrot nose to the sky. "Eh... I'll probably go check out the library. It was fun playing with you, Olaf." The prince said with a smile and walked towards the exit. The snowman waved at him and then his attention shifted back to the Queen. "Elsa, you have a purple spot on your neck." Elsa touched the hickey she had created. "Ow, it's okay Olaf. It's nothing."

"Really? It looks like a rash. You better go see a doctor." If Elsa wasn't already blushing, she would be by now.

Anna tried to hang the curtains on the window. "Isn't that a servant's job?" Anna looked at Hans, who was watching her with interest. "That's true, but I wanted to feel useful." Anna smiled and resumed her work. "Do you want to lend a hand?"

"I do." Anna reached out and took Hans' hand, using it to hang the curtains in place. Anna wiped the sweat from her face and looked down at the hand she was still holding. She realized that Hans tore his hand off and now it was moving of its own accord. Anna screamed and fell off the ladder. Luckily, Hans was laying directly under her. So Anna landed on his back. The cracking of bones echoed through the hall. "I'm sorry," Anna said and stood up. Hans didn't care anymore, he didn't feel any pain. He got up off the ground and straightened his spine. Anna had gotten used to the dead prince. Also, she noticed that Hans had grown close to Elsa's heart. She had never seen her sister so happy. Elsa herself decorated the room with icy flowers and beautiful veils that glittered in the sunlight. "If you're looking for me, I'll be on the beach." Anna nodded. So Hans made his way to the beach, where he paced back and forth. Occasionally, he would bend down to pick up a rock, but he would immediately throw it away. "Hello, Hans, what are you doing here?" Hans picked up another rock and looked at the living snowman. "I'm looking for an engagement stone, Olaf."

"Ooh, that sounds interesting. What is it?"

"It's a tradition in the South Islands."

"Wow, you guys have a lot of traditions! Arendelle has a lot of nice traditions too, especially Christmas ones." Olaf decided to help Hans with his search. "Hey Hans, look! Mr Crab visits us to say hi." Olaf laughed and lifted the crab in the clam in the air. "Olaf put the crab down! Besides, I told you I was looking for rocks, not crabs."

"Really? And what does such an engagement stone look like?"

"Before a man gets married, he finds a heart-shaped blue stone on the beach or elsewhere. Once a man finds such a stone, he must write his name and the name of his beloved on it. After that, He places the signed stone in a tower which he will build from other stones." Olaf listened, "And what does it represent?" Since the little snowman had access to the library, he had become an incredible scientist and researcher. "I put the bluestone in the tower's bottom. It has to be solid and medium-high. The bluestone represents the love between people. As long as the bluestone holds the entire structure together, it holds the marriage together. If Someone built the tower wrongly and its collapse. It would mean that their future relationship will be unhappy and fall apart." Anna heard the complete explanation. Her eyes filled with tears, for she knew that Hans' marriage to her sister would not last long, which was not fair.

"We can find good stones in the valley of the trolls," Anna said. Hans turned to her in surprise. "Anna, are you going to look for an engagement stone too?" Olaf approached the princess. "No, I was just going for a walk." Hans had never heard of the Valley of the Trolls. "Where is this valley, Anna?"

"It's near the forest."

"How do you know of such a place?"

"Kristoff grew up in that valley. When Kristoff was young, the trolls found him and adopted him." Hans would once have waved his hand at such a story. Nowadays, he had a different opinion on the whole matter of magic and magical creatures. He will marry a woman who could conjure ice. He was a living corpse, incapable of independent thoughts and feelings. The only thing he didn't have was a sense of touch and the feeling of pain. Hans let Anna take him to Troll Valley. It surprised Kristoff to see his beloved, and the revived prince at his home. "Kristoff," Anna ran to her lover and kissed him with all her love. "Hello, Mr Troll. I hope you are well today." Olaf, meanwhile, walked around the round stones and greeted everyone. Has the snowman gone mad? The stones moved. The trolls stood around Kristoff and Anna and greeted the young couple with joy. "Kristoff has finally brought his bride to visit." Said Bulda, the troll woman who had raised Kristoff. Grandpa Pabbie, the oldest of the trolls, appeared among the trolls. The old troll was the most respected person in the valley and he was also the king of the trolls.

Pabbie bypassed the prince. His look was very unpleasant. "Boy, how long have you been in this state?" The troll asked with concern in his voice. "About two weeks. Why do you ask?" Pabbie ran over to Anna and pulled her further away from the other trolls. "Princess Anna, what happened at your castle?" The red-haired woman blinked in confusion at first. She thought that Kristoff had already told his family everything about their wedding and Hans and Elsa. She told the old troll everything she knew. Pabbie put his head in his hands. He panted, his whole appearance taking a completely different direction. Pabbie shivered and looked around in fear. "Anna, what you're messing with is perhaps the blackest magic there is. Do you even know what can happen?"

"Pabbie, you're overreacting when the agreed-upon time is up, everything will go back to normal."

"Sure, but the mere presence of the dead will wreak havoc. Ancient secrets and truths will be told that can hurt both you and the dead themselves." Now the troll was scaring her. Only her parents would come, wouldn't they?

The valley was suddenly silent. Pabbie pricked up his ears. A thick fog spread around the trolls. Pabbie took Anna's hand. "Anna, remember, the past is not what it seems!" Hans noticed a heart-shaped blue stone shimmering in the sunlight. "Wow, it's getting foggy in here." Olaf wondered. Hans was about to ask if he could keep the crystal when soldiers dressed in Arendelle colours appeared in the valley. Their appearance was hideous. Most of the soldiers were already half-eaten. An elderly man in a grey coat emerged from the mist. His face was bluish. The man had black hair and a moustache, but the most frightening was that right out of his stomach came a huge black slug that had sharp pointed teeth and swung around like an angry dog. The man looked around and gasped. "Arendelle, I'm home." Everyone was silent. Some trolls preferring to turn to stone and roll away. Only the old troll and Bulda, who was still holding her adopted son's hand, remained in place. The man... Anna realized she knew his face. Grandfather? "The good news has reached my ears. I have a granddaughter, and she's getting married." King Runeard smiled. "You," said the former king, pointing at Anna. The princess was afraid to move. Runeard walked closer to Anna and hugged her. "Of course, your eyes." He brushed Anna's hair away from her face with his icy fingers so he could see her eyes better. "Just like Rita's." He said it with affection. "Oh, Elsa I'm happy." Anna stepped away from the dead king. "I'm sorry, but I'm not Elsa. I'm her sister Anna." Runeard wondered. So not one, but two granddaughters. He was glad about that. Hans was still standing by with the crystal heart in his hand. "I am King Runeard. I was the king of this land. That time is but gone." Runeard introduced himself to the prince. "I am Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, and I will marry Queen Elsa." Runeard laughed and happily hugged the Prince. However, the slug in his belly barked and threatened to bite the dead Prince in the stomach. "Calm down, monster!" roared the former king, slapping the slug. Olaf, meanwhile, gave up his futile attempts to catch up with the rest of the stones. He was now inspecting the clothes of the dead soldiers. Then he went to look at Runeard himself. "Hello." Olaf greeted. Runeard turned around and at the sight of the living snowman, he cried out. Then he drew his sword and cut off Olaf's head. But Olaf only laughed. "Good shot. He jumped so that his head ended up in Runeard's arms. "What's that?" Runeard tossed Olaf's head to one of his soldiers. "Wow, you guys have soaked clothes." The soldier tossed the head back to the king, who dropped it on the ground. "Aren't you Anna's relative? She had the same reaction when she first met me."

"Who is that?" Before Anna could answer, Olaf stood up. "Hi my name is Olaf and I like warm hugs." Runeard eyed the snowman with interest. "Olaf is Elsa's creation." Runeard nodded understandingly.

"Anyway, Grandpa, this is Kristoff. Kristoff, this is my grandfather King Runeard."

"Grandfather? Anna, didn't you say your grandfather was on the Nort where he was in a battle? From which he never returned?" Kristoff asked in a whisper. "Not now Kristoff!" The king interrupted the pair by walking in between them. A slug from the king's chest sniffed Kristoff, staining his clothes with its saliva. "Pleased to meet you, young man."

"Kristoff is my future husband." Runeard surveyed the blond man, his gaze stern and assessing. "He doesn't look like a prince."

"Your Highness, Mr Bojorgmen, is an honourable knight serving his kingdom and his beloved. I can vouch that his intentions and actions are as noble as the royal blood that runs through my veins." Hans said, patting Kristoff on the shoulder. It surprised Kristoff that Hans was defending him. "Maybe it's because he wants to rack up bonus points with Elsa's kin. She already has one bonus point for being a corpse." Kristoff said in his head and had to laugh at that. "That said, I'm glad to welcome you into my family, Kristoff!" Runeard squeezed the young man's hand. It was all bluish and icy.

Anna noticed that among the dead soldiers there were a few that looked alive. Among them was an elderly man with dark skin. His face was full of confusion. "Excuse me, sir..."

"Lieutenant Mattias, Miss at your service." The man straightened to attention, as they had taught him to do in the army. "I'm princess Anna. Are you feeling well?"

"No, ma'am. For thirty-four years, the curse trapped me with my men in the Enchanted Forest in Northuldra territory. We couldn't get away because of the impenetrable fog, and then one day King Runeard emerges, supposedly dead, and..." Mattias laughed, but his laughter sounded hysterical as if the general was fighting with his brain. "Am I madam, or have the dead risen from the grave?" Anna grabbed Mattias by the shoulder. He relaxed with her touch. Anna looked behind the general. A group of people dressed in traditional native dress stood nearby. "What do they want here?" Runeard grumbled, standing in front of the group of aboriginal people. "They came with us, sir." whispered his closest advisor in the king's ear. "That is entirely possible." A man wearing a coloured belt stepped out of the crowd, his body pierced through and through with a spear. "Greetings. We are the people of Northuldra. Allow us to…" the elderly man, who had his head cut off, may interrupt. "No need to make an unnecessary fuss, Yogi!" The old shaman bowed and walked off into the crowd. "Ma'am, I am the leader of a tribe living in a magical forest. You can call me Orvin. My tribe belongs to the inhabitants of beautiful Northuldra." Suddenly a tribal woman jumped out of the crowd and knocked Anna to the ground with her staff. The princess, however, managed in time to grasp Hans' sword, which the prince carried with him at all times, and with one swing, she cut the pole in two. The woman growled. "What kind of witchcraft is that? You say! Who is behind this magic? Why are the dead alive?"

"Honeymaren little sister, calm down." A man ran out of the crowd and tried to calm his older sister down. "That's not Ryder. We've lived cut off from the outside world for a few years and now, out of nowhere, poof. The fog is no more. Perhaps I have a right to know the power behind such a miracle." Her shoulders slumped. For so long, she had wished to see the outside world, but because of the curse, she could not. The dead had returned to this world. Their leader, who had been dead to God knows how long. Honeymaren was used to taking orders from Yelena. Now she had to take orders from a corpse. The world had gone completely mad. Or worse, she'd lost her mind. "The spirits took pity on us. Praise them." Yogi said, falling to his knees. He stroked the dirt with his palm. The rest of the natives paid tribute to the nature spirits with their chant. The Northuldra leader turned to the elderly woman. "Yelena, is anyone hurt?"

"Sir, our people are perfectly fine. I'm sure they're fine..."

"I didn't ask you, Yogi!" He didn't need this. He was the shaman of his tribe. He should be the chief advisor. That he even bothered to do anything good for his people. "Most of us are hungry, sir. We left in quite a hurry and we don't even know why?" king Runeard wrinkled his brow. "Because of my granddaughter's wedding. So let us put aside our old quarrels and celebrate the wedding. For a wedding is a joyous occasion, during which we should put all strife to a sleep." Runeard said in a diplomatic voice. "Welcome all of you, to Arendelle. Our castle and town will provide you with everything you need." The leader bowed to Runeard. "On behalf of my tribe, I thank you, King Runeard. I accept your proposal. I promise you that the members of my tribe will treat your citizens well." The old king took Anna in his arms and stood her before him. He looked thrilled. But then, the king saw the troll and his brow darkened. "What do you want here?" Pabbie straightened up. "I live here, your highness." The king looked around and realized he was in the valley of the trolls. "Let's not linger here unnecessarily when I have yet to meet my other granddaughter." Runeard motioned to leave. "Mattias!" general Mattias stood beside his king. "Yes, majesty."

"Are we missing anyone?"

"We are not at full strength."

"Come on, smile Mattias, you'll see your wife soon enough." Mattias smiled weakly as his beloved will pretend he hadn't aged at all in 34 years. Pabbie grabbed Hans's hand. The prince bent down to the old troll. "Young prince, do you care about Queen Elsa and her family?"

"Of course."

"Do you love her?" The question caught him off guard. "Elsa is a very special woman. I..." The troll king pulled a crystal from the prince's pocket. He held it up to himself and said the magic formula. The heart lit up in light blue colour. "Guard this crystal. Once the love between you is strongest, it will absorb all the darkness and create peace." And with that, the Troll King handed the Prince the enchanted crystal. Hans left. Pabbie watched him with his eyes, hoping that something more terrible would not happen.

Elsa was sitting in her office, signing important documents. A ship had just docked at the docks and was in a state of disrepair. The people in the harbour looked at the damaged ship in horror. Queen Iduna stepped out of the wreck, King Agnarr stood beside her, and the townspeople crossed themselves. "Hail Mary, mother of God, protect us from evil demons!" Some inhabitants fled to their homes. Kai knocked on the door of the study. "Your Majesty, I have a message for you."

"Not now Kai, I'm working. I have a lot on my plate and with the wedding to take place in two weeks."

"Why don't you entrust some of your functions to your fiancé or Anna?" Anna was already helping Elsa with important decisions regarding the running of the kingdom. Anna was her adviser, she couldn't have chosen a better one, she could improve her mood and give her a new perspective on every issue. But to give something to Hans? He wouldn't be here long anyway, just two months and then he'd be dead. "But this is important Your Majesty." The old butler urged his queen. Elsa put down her pen and descended the stairs. And there in the main hall, they stood. Her parents. Iduna was pale, her lips were bluish to purple, her dress covered in seaweed and most of her face covered with crustaceans. There were several fish tangled in her hair, flipping back and forth. Her father looked much the same, except that his left cheek was covered with small yellow corals, behind which small earthworms poked their heads out. In addition, a small sea crab had made a new home out of the king's chest and was now looking through a rib at the young, white-haired woman. "Dad? Mom?" Her eyes filled with tears she had wanted to see for so long. "Elsa." Iduna said, spreading her arms. Elsa ran to her and buried her head in her wet black hair. She didn't care that her mother smelled of the ocean. As long as she held her in her arms. "Wow, you've grown up sweetheart." The queen smiled at her daughter. "Elsa? Where are your gloves?" The king wondered. "I don't need them anymore, dad." Elsa hugged her father too. Now she was happy. Oh, if only they were here for real and not as the reanimated dead.

Elsa was ready to tell her parents everything, how she had learned to control her powers, how she and Anna had become friends again. But there was a loud cheer from the courtyard. "What's going on?" Agnarr walked angrily out the door. Elsa and her mother followed him. Natives were standing in the courtyard, as well as soldiers dressed in Arendelle colours. Most of the women were hugging their living husbands. "Mattias, is that you?" An elderly woman with dark skin asked. "Long time no see Halima." The woman hugged her husband, whom she thought was dead. She had so many new things to show him. There was cause for rejoicing and celebration, except that some women clutched their husbands, who were the reanimated dead, in tears. "Gentlemen, we gathered here for the wedding of my granddaughter. Please take advantage of the hospitality of my kingdom." King Runeard stood near a fountain and happily offered wine from the barrels to all his soldiers.

Agnarr was how bewitched. His sight must have misled him. Slowly, he walked over to the man. "Dad?" Runeard paused in his drink, set the cup down, and turned to look at his now-grown son. "Agnarr?" Runeard laughed and hugged his son. "My son, you have grown up!" Agnarr hugged back. Runeard patted his son on the shoulder and looked proudly into his eyes. His gaze then fell on Iduna. "And who is this beautiful creature?" The old king bowed deeply until the front of his body threatened to fall off, but a slug fell out of his belly and reacted angrily towards the queen. "I told you to calm down, beast!" Runeard punched the slug and returned it to his stomach. "That's my wife, father. Iduna."

"You're married? Sure, I have a granddaughter and where is she?" Elsa counted her parents, but she certainly didn't count her grandfather. "Elsa, we need to talk!" Said Anna, whose face was a mixture of worry and fear. "What did the Death do?" The queen wondered about that, too. "Oh, this is Elsa," Runeard said happily and walked closer to Elsa to get a better look at her. "Queen Elsa. How beautiful you are, my dear granddaughter. Agnarr, you have raised Elsa to be a genuine lady." Elsa's face darkened. Surely, she had the best teachers and servants who treated her well. What was the use of all this? When her only sibling was away from her? Day after day, Anna came knocking at her door. Until one day she gave up. It was just that day when... Her feelings were mixing inside her, creating an explosive substance that, when combined with her abilities, could be lethal. Anna takes her sister's hand again. "Elsa couldn't wait to see you and as well..." It was only at that moment that Anna noticed their parents. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Dad? Mom?"

"Hi, our sunshine," Iduna said, spreading her arms. Anna didn't wait for anything and hugged her mother and then her father. She didn't even care that her clothes got soaked with seawater. "I've missed you so much," Anna whispered. The sight of her lucky sister warmed Elsa's heart.

Meanwhile, a woman entered the town, her golden hair flowing to the ground. Her skin was as white as snow and her eyes were bright blue. Her head was adorned with a crown of flowers and her dress, though a little torn, was still beautiful. ( brillantezza/art/CLOSE-Design-Adopt-90-811185978). Rita walked lightly and her smile was like a ray of sunshine that lit up all the windows in the kingdom. The people who stayed outside watched the queen. Flowers grew beneath her footsteps. Mice and pigeons followed her. Rita stopped in the middle of the square. All the people stepped out of the house and stared at Rita with their mouths open. "The news has reached me that my granddaughter is going to marry the prince. I celebrate this event with you." Rita nodded, and the pigeons flew in all directions, as did the butterflies and moths. People gradually knelt. "Queen Rita has returned." They all muttered in amazement. Rita smiled demurely and beckoned to everyone present. "This is a good sign." declared one peasant from the crowd. "Ruler with a pure heart returns. There will be days of luck and happiness." Whispered one vendor to another. "Hail, Queen Rita has returned to us." The crowd cheered. "My beloved citizens, will you help prepare the city for the celebration?" All the people set to work and suddenly the town had columns decorated with wreaths and they festooned the lamps with ribbons, the pigeons and mice helped with it all, though they often dropped something, especially a part of their body. Rita sang and her voice sounded like the magical call of a siren:

Friends, have joy because prosperity and happiness have returned to you.

My friends help me carry the bouquets. Soon the ball will begin in the castle.

So bring the garlands! Let all the food be ready in time!

Oh, love, magical are the days to come. Oh, love, look into my eyes and tell me what's in your heart.

It streaked the sky with sunshine, and the flowers were blooming in the meadows.

Hear my happiness, dear subjects. Love and abundance shall come to all.

Oh, love, magical are the days to come. Oh, love, look into my eyes and tell me what's in your heart.

The voice reached the courtyard. Runeard adjusted his ears to hear better. "Did you hear something, Agnarr?" Agnarr shrugged, but Runeard was already making his way to the main gate of the castle. The royal couple and the princesses followed the old king. Rita reached the bridge, her voice making all the fish in the water dance. The mice brought everything they needed and scurried into the forest. The pigeons flew away. Only one stayed with his mistress. "Oh, love, the days I have you with me are magical..." Runeard knew that voice so well. His Rita stood at the end of the bridge, as beautiful as the day he found her in the woods. "Love, what can I give you to make you closer to me then?" The king sang out. Rita stopped singing and turned around, her breath hitching. With slow steps, she reached Runeard's. "My love, how long is the evening's contemplation when you are not near." Runeard couldn't contain himself and took his love in his arms, lifted her into the air and danced around with Rita. "My love, I was blind. I have sorrow in my heart and you are the only cure. Come on, love, let's turn on the lights so we can see how far our love can go." They sang a duet and their voices complimented each other nicely. The old queen's hand dropped to the ground, and she danced on her own. Runeard returned Rita to the ground. Rita smiled at her husband, her hand returned to its original place. "Rita? Oh, my love, I was thinking..." the woman allowed her husband to cry on her shoulder. There was an incredible love between the two. Rita then hugged Agnarr as well. "My son, you are already a grown-up man. And the person next to you must be your wife." Elsa stared in disbelief at the person in front of her. There were only a few pictures of Rita. It was probably because Runeard couldn't look every day at the face of the woman he had lost. It was just that she was even more shocked by her abilities. The animals took Rita at her word, and her every smile lit up the surroundings with sunshine. Anna's mouth dropped open in amazement. "You must be Elsa." Rita walked over to Elsa and looked into her face with a kind smile. She cupped Elsa's cheek and stroked it gently. "Of course it's you. I came for the wedding, which reminds me..." Rita sang a few notes and a pair of crows flew in, bringing the Queen a bracelet made of old beads. "A bracelet made from bead which came from a Forest of Wonders. It was an engagement gift. I think you deserve it now." Rita reached out to Elsa and offered her the bracelet with a smile, but Elsa walked away instead. "Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing, grandma. Elsa's just tired, the entire day has been quite hard on her." Elsa sat on her bed, throwing ice stalactites everywhere. She was making sharp spikes on the windows with malice. There was a knock and Iduna entered the room, followed by her husband. "Why didn't you tell me that my grandmother had magical powers?" Agnarr looked guilty. "Elsa, I... I didn't know... my mother died when I was four. I wasn't aware of magical powers then."

"That was still, counsel, don't feel! Be a good girl! You know what? No again." Elsa went out into the courtyard. Anna knew that angry look on her sister's face very well. "You wanted to know why I don't were gloves. Here's your answer." Elsa used her powers to turn the courtyard into an ice rink. The fountains froze. It encased all the walls in ice, and sharp spikes aroused from the ice. The servants jumped in fear. Agnarr stared in horror at his daughter, who was so caught up in her rage that she was oblivious to her surroundings. She felt cheated. Sharp spikes pierced some of the servants' clothes. Some even threatened to be impaled. "Elsa, don't be the monster they fear you are!" Who was it? She had to turn around. Hans was standing next to her, holding her hand. "Elsa." His green eyes reassured her. "Hans," she cried again, but she was running out of tears. "Please take me away." She said. Then she grabbed Hans by the collar of his coat. Hans took Elsa in his arms and carried her to her room. There they both sat on the bed. Hans stroked Elsa's head and comforted her. Elsa lay in the prince's lap and let his hand care for her. "I'm here. You mustn't be angry with them. They love you." She calmed down. She looked straight into his face and kissed him. Hans let Elsa kiss his neck, let her play with his hair. "Please stay here with me." He slept next to her all night. Elsa felt like Hans was alive.

Iduna looked at the door with concern. She was angry that her daughter was behaving like this. Surely she hadn't raised her to walk out the door without saying a word. Her powers were much stronger than the last time she felt it from the ice that remained unmelted on the outdoor pavement. Iduna decided to take a walk into the garden. Meanwhile, her husband and Agnarr were calming her father, who was shouting angrily something about magic and great irresponsibility. Iduna didn't even take in what the old king was saying. She only caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of Rita and Agnarr trying to calm Runeard down. The former queen sat down on a stone bench in the garden. Everything looked so natural, so beautiful, and yet the queen had the feeling that something was wrong. She had a flat at the bottom of the sea. Fish should nibble on her body parts, and instead, here she was. Suddenly, the queen heard movement beside her. She stood up and looked in the direction she heard the sound coming from. Yogi appeared on the path and smiled at the queen. Iduna froze, her eyes gazing at the man before her. "What are you doing here?" She blurted out. "Well, well, isn't this how you greet a beloved and aged father?" Yogi asked. "I told you I didn't want to see you again!" she snarled through her teeth, her face full of anger and disgust. "Yes, but you said that 34 years ago, my dear. Were you eleven or twelve? You can't deny your father, Iduna! You have my genes in you. And you know..."

"I don't care what you thought! It doesn't matter now! I don't care!"

"So this is how it's going to be? Okay, sweetheart, do you want us to blame ourselves? Please, do you know who left you? Your mother. She's the one who betrayed us! She's the one who left and didn't even say anything!"

"Please don't talk!" She had to move on, afraid that if she stayed near her father, she would do something terrible. "Iduna, sweetheart. I've always loved you, don't you remember?" He took her hand. Iduna was that little five-year-old girl again. No one in the village wanted to play with her. "Her mother has very red hair! That woman is not from here. She is from the east. She doesn't even know the basics of our people!" All the gossip made her life in the Enchanted forest harder. Then Yelena took her to the apprenticeship and showed her how to care for a spear, how to hunt, or how to herd reindeer. Soon she made a friend in the countryside who was the wind spirit Gale. They always played together. Her father was there and took care of her. The head shaman made sure the nature spirits were happy. He took care of her sores, made healing ointments from herbs and bones. She wrenched herself from her father's grasp, "That's the past!" She whispered. Her father frowned sadly at her. "I'm sorry you feel that way." And with that, he left.

The next day, Elsa came to the dining hall. There, everyone who came was already feasting. The head leader of Northuldra, his companions, her parents, her paternal grandparents. She was still holding Hans, or more accurately, his uniform, afraid that if she let go of him, she would become insane. Hans settled his precious half at the head of the table and sat down beside her. "My dear, I would like to discuss something with you," Hans said in a soft voice.

"Yes?" Elsa asked. "Do you think it would be possible to postpone our wedding for another week? Since new guests have arrived, I have every reason to believe that my parents will come as well." Elsa hadn't thought about it at all, only now realizing what death had done to them. "Are your brothers coming too?" Hans shook his head in agreement. Elsa feared what that would do. There was already confusion among the people. One-half of her people were celebrating while the other half was preparing for the apocalypse. "Sure, I can arrange it. After all, we want everyone to show up for the wedding." Just as Death had promised. Anna squeezed Christopher's hand, and he returned her squeeze. She always tried to be optimistic, but in a room full of corpses, it was harder than when there was only one. Elsa ate her breakfast in peace, noticing as she ate that her grandmother and grandfather were not only exchanging fond glances between them but also whispering something incessantly. It was like seeing a young couple in love. Kai came into the dining room again. Elsa noticed him. "Kai, what's wrong?" Elsa said to the old servant. "Your Majesty, but...

"Kai, is that you?" Runeard called out. The old servant looked confused. The last time he had seen the old king was when he was ten. Back then, he was the groom's assistant. It always seemed to him; it wasn't worth the trouble for rich kings to remember the names of worthless servants. He was probably wrong. "Wow, you've gotten old." The King said cheerfully. "Rita, do you remember the junior assistant Kai?" Rita smiled. "No, unfortunately dear."

"Oh, right? You were always in the gardens of the castle." Rita laughed, "You know me so well!"

"Sure, why wouldn't I know my wife? My dear little flower Rita."

"Stop mocking me!" Agnarr was red behind the ears. He felt embarrassed that his parents were behaving like this. Iduna was laughing beside him. "Come on Agnarr, it's cute."

"Yeah, that's easy for you to say. They're not your parents." Iduna looked towards her father, who was currently eating fruit from a bowl. "There's a woman in the main room," Kai continued. "She wants to talk to you, Queen Elsa." Elsa gasped. Anna grabbed her sister's hand. "It will be alright Anna. I'll take care of it."

An older woman was already marching back and forth in the Main Hall. Her hair was grey, and she leaned on a tall cane. "Can I help you?" said Elsa. "Finally, someone has come! I want to speak to the queen of this land!"

"She's standing in front of you." The old woman inspected Elsa. "Then it's you! Every one of my visions is true." The woman walked around Elsa. "Yes, yes. I can feel the magic chakra. It comes from your soul, it is very strong, you have outstanding talent. I can smell the salt. Yes..." Elsa watched the old woman, "Excuse me, but do I know you?"

"Oh no dear, but soon you will know me! I'm so glad to see you." The old woman grabbed Elsa's hand. Elsa broke free from her grasp. "If you don't tell me who you are right now, then..." the old woman holds up her finger. "Isn't that how you talk to a relative?" A relative? "I'm your grandmother."

"Excuse me, ma'am, but you must be mistaken.

"Why would I be wrong?"

"Because I don't have anyone in my family..." Iduna entered the room. As soon as she saw the old woman, she turned so pale, even paler than corpses are. "I don't have anyone in my family who is not noble yet." The old woman felt hurt. Then she noticed Iduna. "I'm sorry, I'm getting a little heavy." Elsa put the woman down on the sofa with concern. "Stay here. I'll get you something to drink." Elsa left and Iduna slowly walked over to the old woman. "Darling, is that you? Or have I gone mad?

"No, Mom. It's me." Elsa returned with water. "My name is Dina." The old woman introduced herself. Iduna sat down next to her. "I think you should go back to the dining room. I'll take care of things here."

"Really mom? Are you sure?"

"Yes, darling." The Queen smiled at her daughter and she left.

"How long has it been since I've seen you?" Dina hugged her dear daughter. "Iduna, my sweetheart! You've grown up. You're a queen. How proud I am! I predicted it. If you only knew..."

"Mom! What are you doing? You can't just come in and..."

"I came for the wedding! The nature spirits told me about your daughter's wedding. Is her destiny to..."

"Elsa will choose her destiny!" Iduna yeld on old women. "So you're questioning me?" She asked. "Are you surprised about that? You always the same things: The spirits say, this… and I see your destiny!"

"I also see that my granddaughter doesn't know who I am! How is that possible, Iduna? Just don't lie to me! I know when my daughter is lying to me!"

"It's hard to explain! Please, mother, it's too long a story."

"A long story." Dina stood up. "You know what, dear? I'm not leaving!" She wouldn't stop her mother even if she wanted her to.

The door opened, and Yogi came into the room. "I wanted to ask you about..." He paused, for he saw Dina in front of him. He took a step back. "What a surprise. Dina, it's good to see you. "Iduna could feel the tension between her parents, who were sending each other hateful looks. "Mom, not here please," Iduna said, full of fear. "Are you here, Yogi?" Dina walked up to the shaman. "I should have known better! Especially since I saw in the forecast dark clouds. "Are you talking in riddles again? And if you remember, the last time we saw each other, I didn't have this in me." Yogi pulled out his spear. Dina jumped. "What kind of magic is that? Were you flirting with black magic?!"

"Mom! It's not my father's fault! None of us knows why we came back to life." Dina gasped. It was too much information for her. "So, you..."

"I died, Mom." It should have been obvious to her, the unnatural movement and the smell of the sea. The spirits had once brought her news that her loved one was dead. She had refused to believe it then. "All we know is what Anna told us." The princess tried to explain their current situation to everyone, dead and alive. She told them all about death and how Elsa had made a deal with her. Iduna explained everything to her parents. Dina was no longer as Iduna remembered her. Long gone was her red hair. Now her hair was grey. And her father? His body was riddled with maggots, and a piece of a spear was still sticking out of his stomach. Iduna felt fear take hold of her. Agnarr knew nothing of her past. She had lied to him and the kingdom. She was helpless. The brunette collapsed into her mother's lap. Dina put down her staff and sang softly: Where the Northwind meets the sea. There's a river full of memory. Sleep, my darling, safe and sound. Iduna wiped her eyes and hugged her mother. "What do I do now?"

"First, you could tell the truth." Her father said and stood in front of her. "What if Agnarr doesn't understand?"

"Sweetheart," her mother took her hands, "If he loves you. Then he will understand. You're already dead, anyway. People must solve their problems before is too late for them. Because every new learn fact only cast sadness and pain."

"Your mother's right."

"Shut up, Yogi! You've always been so..."

"What, my beloved. I always thought you liked my character! Especially the things I always whispered in your ear." Iduna's father leaned closer to his wife's ear. "You are my greatest treasure, Drina."

"Stop it! You sound even worse than when we met." Iduna smiled. This teasing was a good sign. Iduna had to admit to herself that she missed her parents.

In the dining room, Anna talked about the Fall Harvest Festival. "Mr Jorvik brought this big pumpkin." Anna showed the exact size of the pumpkin in question. "Mr Jorvik always had good pumpkins. At least his father did." Rita had to laugh. "You know what? We could all go on a picnic somewhere together."

"A picnic?"

"A picnic, Mom. When you put a blanket on the grass and then eat on it."

"Oh, of course! Your dad and I used to sit on a blanket in the countryside, too. Though I must confess we didn't eat on it." Rita blushed. "Rita, they still have baby ears! Don't say out loud what we did!"

"Our son knows these things. I am sure our granddaughters will learn about these things soon enough. Besides, what's wrong with the word lovemaking?" Runeard jumped up and covered Agnarr's ears. Rita laughed. "Darling, you are so cute!" She still loved him. "I was thinking more like Dad Elsa showing you what she can do with her powers."

"I think Queen Elsa has already represented her abilities enough." Remarked one servant. The fork in Elsa's hand froze, and so did her plate. Hans grasped Elsa's hand and ran his thumb over her skin soothingly. Elsa inhaled and exhaled, and the ice disappeared. "I think that's a good idea, Anna. I even know where we could go to eat."

"You mean to your ice castle?" Elsa smiled at her sister. "I was going to show it to my father and mother, anyway." There was silence. Agnarr smiled broadly at his older daughter, but Rita and Runeard exchanged worried glances. They both stood up. "We are happy to take part. Aren't we dear?" Rita smiled and nudged her husband with her elbow. "Of course, Rita, we wouldn't run away from a family event! Now, if you'll excuse us, we have to leave. They both left. Agnarr looked after them it seemed to him as if they hadn't changed at all, though the truth is his father had a slug in his stomach. And his mother wore clothes moths had eaten that through and through, but otherwise, she looked just like the old paintings. "Don't worry, Elsa, we'll all attend. I'll tell your mother when she comes." Elsa smiled, stood up, and walked to her study.

Hans followed her, but his ears picked up a strange whisper in the hallway. He followed the voices and the closer he got to the voices, the more he could make them out. They belonged to the old queen and the old king. "Rita, you remember what happened!"

He followed the voices and the closer he got to the voices, the more he could distinguish them. They belonged to the old queen and the old king. "Rita, you remember what happened!"

"Yes dear, but we can't assume that..."

"What if it happens again?"

"If the worst happens, you know what to do. We both know what needs to be done." Rita squeezed her husband's hand tightly. "We can't let..." Rita burst into tears at that moment, looking like a tormented fairy tale maiden. Something was wrong here, but he didn't know what.

Elsa was standing in the study. She was going over in her head everything that had happened to her in the last few days. She could feel her abilities getting out of control. The ice-covered the entire floor, and icicles grew from the ceiling. Hans stood next to Elsa. "Are you feeling all right?" He asked. "Hans. tell me. What do you think about this situation? About my grandparents being here, about the soldiers being alive."

"It's obvious that we need more salade plates." Elsa laughed. However, she was still wondering why Death had done that? What was she up to? Maybe to show her what kind of family she had. Maybe she was just fulfilling their covenant. Elsa stood up and wrapped her arms around Hans' waist. "The first week, I professed my love for you. You were right, I didn't love you. All I could think about was myself and how I wanted to feel happy again next to my parents. But now I've known you for a long time, and I want to ask you. What do you feel now?"

"You know, the old troll asked me the same question."

"Really?" Hans paused. He didn't answer the troll's question properly. "Elsa, Whenever I see you, my heart beats faster. At first, I took everything as a new chance for life. Now, I don't know what to say. I want to make you happy and stand by your side, if only for a short time." Elsa hugged her prince with tears in her eyes. "I also want to hold you close." She whispered. "What else is on your mind?"

"I'm afraid, Hans. I'll have to talk to the priest soon. He won't let us get married in a church, I am sure about that. He'll say it's against God." Elsa paused. "Anna always wanted a church wedding. As queen, I am expected to marry my husband in a church and confirm my decision to my people."

"If the priest refuses to marry us in the church, we will marry in front of the church."

"Hans, I'm not joking!"

"Neither am I. If we can't go one way, we must go the other. There's always another way we can choose." He was right, maybe she was overthinking it. "Besides, I'm sure you'll convince him." Her eyes were so sad. Elsa burst into tears again. "People say I'm a strong Snow Queen. If they only knew I cried for two days in a row. Like a little girl. A girl who got locked in her room for thirteen years, away from the public. They made her wear gloves." Elsa squeezed Hans' hand hard and trapped his lips in a kiss. "A fog full of lust is forming over Arendelle. I don't know if my abilities will be enough to withstand it."

"Elsa, the fog is going to get thicker. After my family arrives. I won't say my family is one of the most honourable in the world. After all the secrets are out, we'll be glad we moved up the wedding date." Elsa shook her head in agreement. Hans could feel Elsa's tension. "Relax Elsa."

"You're right." Elsa laid down on the couch. She spread her arms and listened to the ticking of the clock. Hans sat down beside her. His hand caressed her cheek. Her eyes watched him. "Then what is it?"

"I'd like to give you a release."

"You want to give me a massage? I confess someone has not messaged me in a long time."

"I had something more intimate in mind," Elsa remembered that moment under the tree. She blushed. "Only with your permission, of course. I will not ask you to do anything that..."

"I agree." That caught Hans off guard. Elsa smiled and kissed him. What's she doing? Was that the right thing to do? These questions were running through her mind. However, she ignored them, for it was natural for lovers and couples to satisfy each other.

Elsa unzipped her skirt so that her bluish underwear was visible. She lifted her hips a little to make it easier for her to get rid of her underwear. Hans leaned over her. "Looks like we're discovering more parts of your character." He teased her, and she bit his chin. Hans leaned away. She laughed. He smiled at her too, but his smile was more affectionate. Hans took off the gloves that he normally wore on his hands. He bent down to her neck and kissed her. Elsa gasped. She had never experienced such a sudden rush of excitement and adrenaline. What she was doing was wrong, but she didn't care. She spread her legs. Hans bent down at her feet. He buried his lips in her private parts. Elsa's gasp was stronger this time. Hans purred contentedly, his purr sending vibrations through Elsa's entire body. His tongue slowly drove into her entrance while his thumb teased her clit. "Ahh, yes... yes... Hans!" He smiled proudly when she moaned his name. His tongue went deeper, exploring the inner walls of Elsa's sanctuary, which were truly virginal as they clenched with each stroke. He pressed his thumb harder against her sensitive spot. Elsa arched her back. Pleasure took over her entire body. "More… Yes, oh." His tongue obeyed. Hans's tongue was the one organ that could separate from the rest of his body, which meant it could stretch as much as Hans wanted. Elsa felt Hans's tongue and how deep it went inside her. Her arousal heightened, Elsa grabbed Hans by the hair, and then, with a loud moan, she reached orgasm. Elsa gasped her chest heaving in time with her breathing. Hans happily swallowed Elsa's juices. He straightened up, his tongue slipped out of his mouth, and slowly slid back into his oral cavity. Elsa leaned back in her hands and kissed Hans on the cheek. "Thank you." Elsa smiled at her lover. In her mind, she was already looking forward to their wedding night.

King Runeard watched the sunset. He was experiencing the greatest nostalgia. He often watched the sunset like this and thought about the world and life. I wish he was still standing here alive. There was a rustling behind the king. Someone approached him. "Look, you wicked king." An old man's voice spoke. Runeard froze, slowly turning to look at the old woman leaning on her staff. It was not the old woman who saw the people of Northuldra. "How dare you call me that?"

"How dare you look like an innocent? Even though I've been living in a cave for the last while, some things haven't escaped my ears."

"You're talking nonsense, old woman. Better go back to the cave you came out of."

"Then come with me, murderer of our chief." It's as if the old king got struck by lightning. "How?" He asked while swallowing. "I know you can barely tolerate our presence. Fortunately, Orvin remembers nothing. Of course, it takes little to make him remember your cunning king."

"I had my reasons. You don't know what..."

"Perhaps I don't. But that's not why I came. I'll keep your secret if you promise to treat me with respect. Do you understand?" Runeard felt like a tiger caught in a net. "All right, have it your way, old man."

"My name is Dina, Your Majesty. I look forward to our next meeting." And with that, the old woman left.