Author's Note: I was contemplating whether I should post again, but this story never left my mind since I started writing it I hope some of you would still be interested in reading it after all this time, review and let me know what you think. Also, I am looking for a beta reader contact me if you are interested.

Disclaimer: Frozen and Rise of the guardians and none of the Disney characters mentioned in the story is mine I am not making any money off of this work so don't sue.

Chapter one: Just Begun

Iduna sat at the balcony on a cold November dressed in a black satin camisole and short set, just staring out into the night quietly. It was cold, and yet the cold air did nothing to soothe her aching heart.

"Is everything all right?" Agnarr called out hoarsely as he got out of bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning, "Iduna, why aren't you in bed?" he asked with no answer; puzzled by this he approached the balcony.

"Jesus Christ, what are you doing wearing only that in such weather. you're going to catch a cold?" he continued "it's too dark in here" yawned again as he turned to the light switch.

"Can you please leave the lights off? —I like it better this way".

Deciding to listen to her wishes, he stopped and turned to sit next to her on the hammock chair.

"Would you mind telling me what it is we are doing out here at this late hour?" he asked, smiling his charming half-smile, grabbing one of her hands in his.

"Nothing. Couldn't sleep, I thought maybe some cold air might help." She squeezed his hand; trying to reassure him. But Agnarr knew something was going on as he decided to take a better look at her.

"After all these years I thought you'd give me more credit than that, Iduna what is going on?"

"Nothing" she dismissed smiling "really I just woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep that's all,"

He kept staring at her, though she no longer met his gaze she knew he did not believe a word she had said. "please stop doing that? I am not in the mood for anything. "

"Stop what, exactly?" he asked mildly

"Oh please not this again not now, I am fine. Okay?"

"Okay, I can tell you're becoming more and more irritated. I understand if you don't want to talk about it right now, but please. Don't lie to me. Not to me."

"what are you talking about? What? I can't sit alone in my own house without you looking at me like I'm fragile or weak" Iduna raised her voice in anger as she got up.

"Then quit yelling at me,"

"I'm not yelling!" Iduna yelled she wasn't sure which frightened her more the echo of her voice, or the silence that followed it.

"it's okay you don't have to talk about it," said Agnarr a moment later he knew she saw the hurt in his eyes.

Anger turned to guilt as his words spiked through her, broken down Iduna sat back down her knees felt a little weak as she leaned against his broad shoulders smelling his lavender scented soap and after shaving lotion slowly calming her down.

"Agnarr —I'm so sorry; I did not mean to yell at you like that "Iduna said with her lip quivering and whole face filled with pain.

"I'm just so frustrated with myself, and I don't know what to do anymore. why can't I move on?" Agnarr could feel the warm moisture of her tears dampening his shirt.

"It's okay Iduna— it's going to be okay," he said with the reassurance and warmth that only Agnarr could provide as she continues to cry burying her face deeper into his chest.

"I am so sorry love," Iduna thought about her behavior and felt ashamed as she apologized once again.

"I'm sorry for treating you so ba—."

He cut her off, pulling away from him and watched another tear drop down her cheek.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I understand"

"You know I can't keep doing this to you; it's not fair. I am not fair to you; none of this is your fault. What I am doing is not normal; it's not healthy you don't deserve this; I can't keep doing it. Agnarr, every single time I get too caught up with myself, I don't stop and look at how hurt you are." Iduna cried so hard that she had to gasp for air.

"— and you're the love of my life If this keeps up. I can't lose you too" Iduna whispered in fear it might happen.

"love. I will never leave you, not until the day my soul leaves this body. Listen. However, it takes we will get through this together, believe me." Agnarr voice was confident as he assured her.

"It's been twenty years already. I can't be that confident I'm still where I was twenty years ago. Reliving it, again and again, it doesn't stop, Agnarr I—'m so sorry. It's just this weather, winter, the snow. Everything makes me sick" she said as slowly an expression of disgust and anger washed over Iduna's face struggling to keep the warm tears from falling.

How many times had he seen her cry, he thought, What good had it ever done to ease her pain? Years had passed and yet here they are still trying to heal wounds stitched from decades ago.

Agnarr held her in his arms whispering soothing words reassuringly her that everything was going to be okay if only now he could believe his own words.

The sound of high heels clicking against the marble floor echoed. disturbing the peace as one man was reaching for sleep on a black leather couch that took him a while to warm up, he used one arm to cover his eyes and rested the other onto his chest "I thought I asked you not to bother me about anything today." He said, not bothering to remove his arm to see who entered his office.

"I'm so sorry for interrupting your sleep, Sir. But, a gentleman is waiting for you outside".

"Tell him I'm busy" he shifted, rolling onto his other side.

"I beg your pardon, Sir, but the man insists on meeting you. He said it was very urgent."

"I'm sure it's very urgent to him just like how getting some sleep in here is very important to me right now," he paused "if it's an emergency, let the cops handle it." he gestured for her to leave.

"But—Sir,"

"Tell him I'm busy and ask him to come another time" he interrupted.

"A nine hours flight plus sitting in one of those dreadfully uncomfortable economic class seats. Even you can't be that heartless Aster" said a big white-bearded man, six foot two and weighing nearly two hundred forty pounds.

Aster immediately recognized his voice. "Nicolas" he exclaimed as he instantly got off the couch.

"What are you doing here? Where have you been hiding all these years?" he asked as they shook hands.

"Well, that is a story for some other time. let's discuss it over drinks," Nicolas replied.

"Fair enough, please have a seat." Aster motioned toward the chairs in front of his disk "Would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee?" he asked.

"you know I don't drink tea nor coffee, but do you have any hot chocolate?." He replied while patting his belly

Aster resists the urge to laugh "It's good to see some things never change. Gazelle, you heard the man, and get me a double shot espresso." He orders as he dismissed the young lady.

A smile broke into Aster lips as he took a look at the man sitting across of him. "Nicolas, you have no idea how It is good to see you again you look the same nothing had changed".

"I wish I could say the same thing about you, old friend. You look more — older and tired."

"what do you expect? the past two decades I was busy trying to fill some pretty big shoes," He continued "you leaving this agency all of a sudden created this big space that honestly, until now we are trying to fill."

Nicolas let out a low sigh "I'm sorry I left you all with all that responsibility and without even saying a word. A lot has happened to me in the past couple of years".

Aster waved him off. "Don't be. Life goes on, you know? I'm sure you were very busy."

Nicolas smiled apologetically as expected Aster did not want to hear his explanation "I like what you've done with the office, you have no idea how proud I was when I heard the news of your promotion. You being one of my top Agents at the time also one of the best people I had the pleasure of working with I was not surprised for a second, to be honest, it was long overdue."

"Thank you, Boss, that means a lot," Aster responded.

"Boss. I did not hear that in a while," he smiled, scratching his beard, remembering days long gone.

"Earlier today I met with Sanderson," stated Nicolas.

"I see, You've been busy."

"you can say that, but not as busy as you are, of course. Chief"

"That sounds weird coming from you. But anyway, how is he?" asked Aster as he got up walking towards his desk chair, pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his suit jacket.

"Do you mind?' he asked, putting a cigarette in his mouth.

"Go ahead," answered Nicolas. "I thought you quit?"

"I did," he said as he exhaled "then I got back."

"I see," he said disapprovingly. Nicolas always acted more like an older brother to Aster than just his boss at that time, Catching the disapproval in his tone went by as no surprise.

"I was delighted to see him again. He did not change much, although he did gain a few extra pounds."

"It is about the damn time his body caught up to his unbelievable eating habits."

Rubbing his hands briskly. "Yeah. that did not change as well," said Nicolas, with a slight smile, "When was the last time you two spoke to each other?" asked Nicolas

"I think — I haven't talked to him since you've left" He answered plainly, as he was merely stating facts.

"Aster. what happened between the two of you?" he asked

"Don't you think it is a little bit too late for that question" he responded bitterly. And before Nicolas could answer that question, an agent slammed open the door, startling both men.

"Sir" paused the agent and looked at the other person present. "It's very urgent."

"I don't care how urgent it is, next time you see that door closed, you knock first," said Aster warningly.

"I–I beg your pardon, Sir."

"what is it this time," Astrid was slightly annoyed at the interruption.

"L.A.P.D. had managed to get a warrant to search the place, and Agent Wilde is still in there."

"Not in here agent," he said sternly. He stood stamped out the cigarette into an ashtray

"Excuse me for a second," he said as the two agents walked out of the office and into a next door soundproof glass-walled transparent meeting room.

"What do you mean he is still in there I gave clear order for your team to abort the mission this morning agent," he growled.

"Yes, Sir! But we were getting close to finding out who was responsible for-"

"Goddammit. You're not being paid to think agent. You were disobeying direct orders if Agent Wilde gets caught this could sabotage the whole operation and put other agents life at risk. what were you thinking!"

"I am so sorry, Sir. I didn't know-

"And that is why you're supposed to obey orders! Be sure after we clean up this mess, there would be some disciplinary action taken against you and your whole team."

"Yes Sir, I take full responsibility."

"Save that talk for later. God! I am working with idiots. We don't have time for this call your team and inform them that Nicks cover has been blown."

"Are you sure, Sir? Getting him out of there would mess up and might ruin the entire operation."

"I am certain my fears have only been confirmed it is not a coincidence they are using the same strategy; someone is feeding them information." Said Aster nearly whispering the last words.

"Sorry, Sir, I don't follow? asked the agent.

"This is nothing you should concern yourself with Agent" he answered. "There is still a lot of missing pieces anyway. Right now we should focus on saving Agent Wilde,"

"yes, Sir."

"I have a plan It won't hold them for long to search the place, but It might buy us some time, till then get your partner out of there agent Hopps and do not leave a single trace that the operating base ever existed."

"On it" Agent Hopps answered as she rushed out.

Aster returned to his office, walked to his desk, dialed his Secretary "Get me on the line with the Chief of Police immediately!"

"Right away, sir."

A few minutes went by before the chief of police called him.

"Sir, Chief Frollo is on line three."

"Thank you, call special agent Scar and Jafar to my office tell them it's urgent."

"Right away" she answered.

"I'm sorry Nicolas, you know how heated things can get over here. I may have to ask you to postpone this visit for some other time."

"Unfortunately then we must cut this reunion short before Agent Wilde ends up risking his life for nothing," said Nicolas as he put the cup down and opened his briefcase. He pulled out an old massive duty pressboard file folder.

Aster replied with a surprised look on his face "Showing up now, after all these years, I should have known. So how much do you know about this operation."

"Like I said you were one of my brightest agents surely by now you have put two and two together. They are using the same M.O from our case twenty years ago."

"Are we dealing with a copycat?" he asked sternly.

"No not a copycat. He has risen from the dead."

"Did you pack your toothpaste."

"yes"

"Is there anything from the list we forgot to put in your hand luggage?"

"No."

"what about the two sets of brand new under—" Kristoff cut her off before she could finish the sentence.

"Yes, I packed the underwear, charged my phone, and the charger is in my backpack. Elsa, for the millionth time, stop worrying. I'll be fine," said Kristoff.

He was clean, shaved dressed and in his uniform. Today was a big day for both of them. He and Elsa waited at the bus station along with many other recruits and their families for the buses that would take the new cadets directly to the training base. It was here where they would part ways.

"Stop worrying? I cannot help it" Elsa sulked as she went up to hug him, Kristoff almost melted into her sweet motherly hug.

"Don't skip meals," she said, pulling back, gripping him by his big shoulders and looking him in the eyes, "and drink a lot of water. Shower every day don't come back with bad hygienic habits."

Kristoff glanced down at Elsa who was so tiny compared to him and yet he always ended up listening to her orders no matter how ridicules they got.

"Yes, ma'am." He answered rolling his eyes.

"and please don't forget to apply sunblock and lotion, the sole of your feet are always dry especially during the winter,"

Kristoff tried not to sound as embarrassed as he felt "Elsa, please, lower your voice, everyone's listening."

"Sorry" she giggled it was too easy to mess with him.

Looking along the road, they could see the bus approaching in the distance "this is it, I've got to go. I'll call you when I get there, okay?"

"you'd better. Be safe but before you leave let me say a few things," Elsa said hesitantly

Kristoff did all he could to keep his emotions in check, and keep his voice steady "please don't make this harder than it already is"

Elsa smiled at him and held onto his hand then she spoke in a slightly more serious tone. "While we were walking under the bridge, on our way here, it crossed my mind that it might be the last time we walk there and suddenly I couldn't help but think about you getting hurt, or something terrible happening to you. At that moment I had hoped to change your mind, and deep down I still hoped to change your mind now. But I won't I can't keep holding you back."

Kristoff felt her squeeze his hands trying not to cry. He continued looking down at Elsa knowing it must have been very hard for her to talk Elsa never been one to share her feelings and thoughts freely with anyone.

A lump formed in her throat, and she swallowed hard, "Everything is going to change. Everything and I will have to accept it. I'm scared and worried all the time. About the future, but I love you and that won't change and I know how badly you want this that's why today I will send you off with a smile on my face. I'm so proud of you Kris you must know. Please, take care of yourself for my sake"

Kristoff knew he was lucky to have such a kind, gentle soul in his life. It's felt wonderful, having someone who cares, he felt so loved and cherished. Earlier today he promised himself that he would not cry in front of her, but it was a promise Kristoff could not keep.

"Kris, Don't cry. You'll make me cry, too," She laughed and wiped away her tears.

"it's not my fault, you started crying first " he whined Kristoff did not want her to remember him this way. He wrapped his arms around her thin waist, pulling her to him, smiling against her hair, breathing in her scent "You always smelled so good. You smell like home I am going to miss that smell"

"I can't say the same for you," Kristoff laughed his infectious laugh, that never failed to make Elsa smile.

"I think we overdid the number of hugs legally allowed to give in one day. Aren't we cute? Aww you can't live without me, can you."

"When did we get so full of ourselves? Ha? You better come back without a scratch mister." She warned, kissing his cheek then pinching it.

"I'm going to miss you too Elsa," Kristoff responded, rubbing his sore cheek. "I'll be alright. I promise."

Kristoff turned his head realizing that everyone had boarded the bus except him "I have to go right now or I will be left behind."

"That doesn't sound too bad," said Elsa crossing her arms causing Kristoff to laugh once more.

"Take care, Elsa, stay out of trouble."

"Speak for yourself," she said with a grin giving one last kiss on the cheek.

Now everyone has boarded the bus. the driver then closed the door and sat in the driver's seat starting the engine. Kristoff looked through the window while the bus got farther away. "Elsa, I'll be back before you know it. Take care of yourself" he yelled as the distance made it difficult to hear clearly.

Elsa continued to watch the bus until she couldn't see it anymore she froze in her spot, fighting back a near panic attack. She held onto her necklace trying to control her breathing.

"Kristoff," she screamed out his name suddenly Elsa felt dizzy feeling her eyes rolling back and the last thing she could remember was someone calling her name.