This is kind of my take on what Frozen 3 would be like... It's my first fanfic so honest reviews would be much appreciated!

Enjoy :)

Prologue

He stood in the shadows to one side, letting the rage boil within him. He had always buried his emotions within him, and came to relish it, as it inflamed his passion and emotions, allowing him to sway his audiences – and this audience was very important indeed.

They called themselves the Illuminati.

Five influential men, rulers of various kingdoms around the world, normally bitter enemies, yet temporarily unified by one common cause, or rather, person: Queen Elsa of Arendelle.

After escaping his home country, he travelled the world, from village to village, from town to town, spreading the word about the accursed nation Arendelle, ruled by a queen with a witch for a sister. In his teenage years, he developed a natural talent for deception and eloquence, and eventually he gained a following, increasing slowly but steadily.

But this… tonight could change everything. After 20 years of excruciating punishment, everything he'd worked for would finally come to fruit. He'd be able to get revenge on the two sisters, who turned his already miserable life into a living hell.

Prince Hans Westergaard of the Southern Isles strode out of the shadows. The past decade had weathered him immensely, his formerly handsome features marred by scars caused by intensive physical labour. His hair, once golden red, became an unflattering shade of dark brown. Unkempt and haggard, he was truly a shadow of his past self.

'Thank you for agreeing to meet with me today,' he said, his face a mask of lightheartedness. Secretly, he resented all of them. They reminded him of his father and brothers, all pompous and entitled, thinking they were better than everyone else.

'Of course,' one of them replied. 'Letting a kingdom ruled by a sorcerer sit unchecked, right next to our borders? Absolutely unacceptable!'

'Although leadership has been transferred, the elder sister is still an immense threat,' another mused. 'Sources say she has gained even more power, as well as an alliance with the Northuldra. You dealt with them before in your youth, and while it was a failure, it was… commendable. I do not know what your plans are, but we will provide for everything you may need.' The others nodded assent.

Hans smiled cruelly. Everything was going according to plan…

Ch.1 (Six Months Later)

'I'm awake!' Lilliana Frost, royal princess of Arendelle, responded hastily to the knocking at her door. Like her mother, she often had serious cases of bedhead, so it took ages to get her hair right in the morning. With flaming red hair, large blue eyes, a slim figure, as well as a kind heart, she was the spitting image of her mother – and very popular with the villagers, especially the young men.

She already knew who was outside: Alec, the royal tutor, would meet her for her lessons every day. 'Time for another day of higher learning,' she muttered.

She often thought these lessons were pointless. At her age, her mother, Queen Anna, had conquered the Northern Mountains to save the kingdom from an eternal winter, and proceeded to save Arendelle again three years afterward. She wanted to be an adventurer like her, to prove that she wasn't just a girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth, to rise up and become greater; certainly, being cooped up in her room, learning about mundane subjects like history and diplomacy wasn't going to do that!

When she gazed outside her window, she could see the great Arenfjord in all its glory, the water glistening in the sunlight. Legend had it the ice wall her aunt Elsa made to block a tidal wave twenty years ago was still intact at the bottom somewhere, but there was no way she'd see it from the castle. Over at the harbor, the Arendellian docks was a bustle of activity, with fishermen and traders going about their daily routines. And when she looked in the other direction, she could see the treacherous Northern Mountains her parents once conquered, with its misty, snow-covered peaks, and she noticed the blurry outline of Elsa's ice palace (or as she jokingly called it, their summer home) somewhere in the gloom. To top it all off, the sky was a clear, cloudless blue, creating the perfect canvas.

It was times like these that made Lilliana love her home even more. On a day like this, who'd want to stay indoors? She thought.

She grinned to herself. On a sudden impulse, she decided that today was going to be different. With a whoop of delight, she opened it and leapt into the unknown!

She plummeted like a comet flying across the sky, seemingly to certain death… and with one fluid maneuver, slowed her fall and landed softly on the courtyard.

From her birth, Lilliana Frost was special in ways the populace of Arendelle had only witnessed once before. With telekinetic powers, (also mind reading – she never told her parents that) she was often compared to the legendary Queen Elsa, further aggravating her hopes for something more.

Slightly disoriented from the landing, she walked three steps, colliding straight into a familiar figure in military uniform.

'Good morning, Princess Lilliana,' Magnus, newly appointed general of Arendelle, greeted her with a smile. It didn't reach his eyes though; they were cold and foreboding, like a pool of black ink. 'What are you doing outside the castle again?'

Lilliana groaned. Ever since General Mattias had retired due to old age, Magnus had taken his place. Originally a traveler, he decided to move from Corona to settle there and joined the army. In the space of 5 years, he rose through the ranks to become the youngest ever general of Arendelle. A large, intimidating figure, Lilliana once compared him to an oversized raven, which wasn't far from the truth. His hair was long and dark, while his black eyes showed intelligence and animal cunning. He even had a huge scar right underneath his left eye, adding to his mystery. At least, that's what she thought when she was younger; now she just felt creeped out.

His responsibilities were, but not limited to, protecting the town, keeping an eye on the border - and making sure Lilliana wasn't fooling around with her powers.

'Maybe we can, I don't know, let it slide?' Lilliana flashed her friendliest smile at the Coronan, hoping against hope that he'd let her off the hook. She didn't even bother to read his mind.

He never did.

A few minutes later, she was facing her mother in the village. Queen Anna liked to visit the village at least once a week, a habit she had ever since the castle gates were reopened all those years ago. 'Lilliana! What are you doing here?' Anna frowned. She already had a vague idea what the problem was.

Magnus replied with a satisfied smirk. 'The princess has been, ah, playing again.' That was all Anna needed. 'How many times have I told you to stop doing something like this?' This was an issue with them that popped up once in a while. Anna wanted her to use her powers responsibly. Kind and gentle, she rarely snapped at people; Lilliana knew she was in hot water now.

A furious Anna led Lilliana into the Great Hall, where her husband Kristoff was waiting. As they walked past the portrait gallery, Lilliana nodded awkwardly at all the new faces in blue uniform she passed by.

Wait. New faces?

Before she could dwell on it, they arrived at the Great Hall.

'What's the matter?' He asked. Seeing the look on his wife's face, he sighed and said, 'Have you been tinkering with your powers again?'

'To be fair, I didn't flatten anyone this time,' she looked at the floor, deliberately avoiding eye contact.

'Tuva had to stay in the medical ward for a whole month!' Anna said madly. 'Look, I don't mind you using your powers, but you have to use them responsibly! You know, like the time you helped fix Wael's chimney, or clear out the snow in the farmlands!'

Lilliana sighed. If only her godfather Olaf were here. He'd definitely be on her side! Too bad he was in Ahtohallan visiting Marshmallow and the Snowgies…

'What's the point of having superpowers if you can't have some fun with them? You did some crazy things back in your day too! I mean, you tried to marry a man you just met, indirectly caused an eternal winter, and he turned out to be an irredeemable monster who wouldn't even kiss you! At least, I think that's what Olaf meant. I had to piece a lot of stuff together… the point is, I don't want to be stuck in a boring castle all day! I want to be like you, or aunt Elsa!' Lilliana retorted, her face reddened with emotion.

Kristoff never liked seeing those two in conflict. Sadly, it seemed to be happening with increasing frequency these days. The fact was, none of them knew what to do with Lilliana. Sometimes, it was all too easy for them to forget that, underneath her extraordinary lineage and abilities, she was just a normal teenage girl. Anna, being isolated from pretty much the entire world during her adolescence, didn't really go through puberty the way other girls might.

Kristoff was even worse, having been a mountain man his whole life. His troll family in the Mountain of the Living Rock, the so-called 'love experts', fed him so much misinformation about girls as a child, he was inclined to take their opinions with a grain of salt.

Other people couldn't exactly help him either. He couldn't exactly walk up to a random villager and say, 'Hey, you're a father too, aren't you? Do you know how to deal with rebellious teenagers with powers?' The crux of the matter was, their situation was far too unique – they had to figure everything out on their own. Still, he couldn't help but stifle a chuckle at the mention of Hans and Olaf's storytelling skills, which earned him a withering glare from Anna.

'The kingdom was in danger! I didn't have a choice in the matter, and nearly got killed multiple times! These days are totally different, Lilliana!' Anna said. 'Oh, and don't you dare mention him in this house. Hopefully, he's still rotting in the Southern Isles somewhere, serving out his punishment.'

As Lilliana continued to argue, she couldn't help but let her mind wander off. Man, has Magnus been training new guards in bulk? Almost all of them look new.

And… why does it take so many just to guard the Great Hall?

She tentatively reached out with her mind, like an outstretched hand. She mildly disliked this aspect of her abilities. She felt it was intruding, infringing upon people's privacy and she rarely used it.

What Lilliana heard, however, chilled her to the bone.

'Get down!' she screamed, using her powers to push her parents down to the ground. A fraction of a second later, a crossbow bolt, like a whisper of death, whizzed past the space where her shoulder had been.

'Umm, Mother?' she breathed heavily. 'Let's continue this another time, shall we? We really need to go. Now.'

Anna seemed to notice her surroundings for the first time. Gone was the motherly, enthusiastic figure Lilliana had known all her life. This was Queen Anna, cold and regal. 'What is the meaning of this?' she asked, raising her voice.

The soldiers, swords and spears raised, moved aside to allow a broad, dark figure through.

'Apologies, Queen Anna,' Magnus, captain of the guard, smiled coldly. 'You will come with us or die – in the name of the Illuminati.'