I feel so loved seeing the number of viewers go up. Anyways a question was asked by people and myself. Is Ranma going to get his curse? That DOES make Ranma, Ranma. I'll tell you the answer... It's for me to know and for you to find out! I do have a great (well I think it's great) idea about it that I may or may not, probably, possibly put in. In other words, I have no idea! Or do I? Eh whatever, enjoy! Also chapter production might slow down after this chapter.

Guys I know it may seem like it but... I do NOT own Ranma 1/2 or Frozen. I know right? Mind. Blown. The two belong to Rumiko Takahashi and Disney respectively.

Chapter 3

"Anna," a gentle voice inquired, "who is this boy with you?" The King of Arendelle looked at the Eastern boy before turning his head to look at his youngest child. At the moment, Anna was being consoled by his wife. The girl was currently sniffing head first into the stomach of her mother, her small arms wrapped around the woman's back who in return was rubbing the child's red hair while whispering comforting words.

The King was a tall proud man. A handsome face accentuated by his sharp nose and sculpted chin. He had passed his hair color to Anna, ginger hair, sharply cut, with some under his nose. He was not wearing his crown nor was he carrying his sceptre. But he was wearing his usual tailored outfit that marked him both a King and an experienced soldier, represented by the various medals adorning his black overcoat. He wore a red stringed necklace that held a gold square with its corners bent in , over his red shirt. Over his shoulder were golden epaulet that swayed with each movement of his body. He had a red ribbon around his stomach, keeping his clothing tight together.

It had been a long frantic day. The French arrived to his Kingdom in large amounts and the people had panicked quite a bit. After calming the public, he was explained that there was a high priority criminal within the city. The criminal stole something very valuable and very dangerous, the details of the theft were unknown to how the man was able to get his hands on the guarded crystal. The people were worried about the Frenchmen marching through the streets searching for the crook. The leader of the man also demanded for him to put his head on a poster. On a side note the man was a remarkable artist and was able to replicate the face of the man. He was a man from the East. The last time a crisis similar to what was happening now was... when another Easterner arrived. The robber has yet to come up despite the combined efforts. In the middle of a meeting Anna had ran up to him crying, and he had to excuse himself from the conference. He had noticed a boy trailing behind him, he was older than his youngest but younger than his oldest, his hands were behind him and his eyes showed curiosity. Other than noticing that he too was an Easterner he paid no further attention to him as his daughter was a priority. And now he was examining the boy.

He received no reply from Anna and looked at the boy himself. His stare repeated the question to the boy.

The question was received. "I Ranma." The boy said accented.

"Well, Ranma," the name was foreign to him, "what were doing in the castle? How did you get in? What were you doing with my daughter?"

The boy frowned in an attempt to translate the words. Seconds passed before he answered the series of questions to the best of his abilities, "I walked in to explore. She," he pointed at the distressed girl "singing and I find her."

He nodded. No harm there, the boy somehow got in the castle and got lost, fairly usual for a boy so young. And Anna was singing one of her songs again, that girl really had a natural talent. "Where are your parents?"

The boy thought for a moment, "Pop is... somewhere, and mom is dead."

So he was an orphan. But why was he in Arendelle? "Where did you come from?"

"Japan."

Japan. He nodded, the young boy was indeed from the East. "Why are you here?"

"Training." He thought for a moment. "I think..."

Training? Is he talking about being a soldier? At such a young age? In the background he could hear the sniffling stop. Before he could ask any more questions Anna came running towards him and he knelt down and pulled her into a hug. Priorities.

The Queen of Arendelle watched Anna get comforted by her husband. She sighed. What Elsa was doing was really hurting Anna, and was most likely hurting herself too. This was not the first time Anna came crying to her, thus she knew exactly how to cheer her up. She stood up to retrieve the cure.

The Queen was an amiable woman. And an even more loving mother. She was shorter than her husband and passed her eyes and soft features down to both children. Her dark brown hair was tied in a small bun in the back of her head, the front of her hair was braided and held back by a silver tiara that marked her as the queen. She wore a simple dress composed of various shades of purple, the back of her dress was black with a purple design beautifully embroidered in the dress. She always had a necklace containing a sapphire gem around her neck. The two rulers were well respected by its subjects and were known for their caring attitude towards children and never making rash decisions while ruling the kingdom. They were the best rulers they've had in ages.

She had just retrieved a plate filled with several pieces of the 'cure' and had entered the room. She really didn't understand how it's possible that she could smell the cure; Apparently it could be smelled through its little wrapper at a distance.

"CHOCOLATE!" Anna quickly disengaged herself from her father and went over to her, jumping up and down excitedly, her tongue came out like a begging dog and a tiny droplet of saliva escaped from her mouth. Obviously, her dampened mood was evaporating quickly.

The Queen noticed the boy she heard to be called Ranma was looking hungrily and curiously at the chocolates she held in her hand. More of the former than the latter, she can tell. After giving several pieces to Anna she offered a couple to Ranma. What harm can it do but help a boy in need?

Voices spoke excitedly about money, waking him up (the money part woke him up not the voices). He was bounded and being carted off somewhere, a blind and gag cutting off his ability to speak and see. Darn! He must've fainted from hunger and pain. They finally caught him! This would not go well. However, he knew he was going to live, they would never kill him when they didn't know the location of the dear item they were looking for! He mentally chuckled. His mind snapped back to his current situation. Through the rumbling and jerking aggravating his wounds, especially in a certainly abused spot, he was laying on a moving cart on a cobble road. He could hear around five different voices, all male. And the most important observation he found was that he was hungry. He started to chew on his gag. Good source of fiber. This was undeniably not the first time he ate 'non-food' foods. Training under the... master... resulted very interesting experiences. Most definitely not the good type of experience. As he was 'satisfying' his hunger, the man noticed the cart was slowing down. He also noticed that the cloth in his mouth tasted better than the items he had to eat during his training.

Oh boy. It was certainly a bad idea. The King's thought was voiced out to his wife.

"Amazing, look at them go."

The queen looked at the pieces of chocolate in her hand. How in the world did it give the two children so much energy?

Currently, Anna and Ranma was bouncing around in the room. Both children had a smudge of chocolate on their lips. Eventually, the two bounded out the room.

The Queen and King looked at each other. After a moment the rulers or Arendelle broke out in a controlled laughter. They enjoyed each others presence for a moment before the King spoke.

"What are we going to do about that boy? He seems to be an orphan."

"Well he certainly was an adorable little boy with a lot of energy. Anna seems to have made a bond with him. Then again she can do that with anybody."

"What about Elsa?"

"I hope she breaks out of her little state she's in. But I think Ranma," the Queen slightly struggled with the name, "may help the cause."

She's not going through puberty... The man thought to him self. He said "She won't like it though. Remember? She even asked us not to touch her anymore."

"Dear, if we kick the boy out, you said it yourself, he's an orphan, where would he go?"

"The orphanage."

"I think I heard that the orphanage mysteriously burned down. Again. No deaths fortunately."

"..." Lately several orphanages burned down. They were sure that it was not purposeful, as it always happened during the day and the people saw no one suspicious around the homes for the lost children. Thankfully at each occurrence there were no casualties.

"The castle is basically empty. And it's not like he would do anything to them, he's only a child for gods sake."

That was a good point. But before he could reply to his wife, there was a knock on the door.

"Your majesty," A British voice spoke outside the door. It was the butler, "we have captured the uncouth fiend. The French require your presence in those filthy cells."

The King looked at his wife, his eyes showing a 'sorry,' and he opened the door and walked out nodding to a short man who stood up straight as a pole his hands clasped firmly behind his back, his chest out jutting his tailored black and white suit. He had graying hair and a monocle over his left eye. A very professional butler indeed. As the King brushed passed him he poked his head head in the door.

"Her Majesty," he stated, "I have noticed a filthy male child sliding down the stairs making the most ungentlemanly of noises. He was with Princess Anna. Before I could rid the pest he fled, knocking over a painting that prevented me from apprehending the boy."

"Ah yes, Alfred," (Good name? Heh.) the Queen responded, "The boy's name is Ranma. And I believe he will be staying inside the castle for some time."

Alfred bit his tongue to keep himself from crying out in a Brit outrage. "If you say my Queen. However, might I suggest a wash and proper gentleman clothes for the boy?"

"That would be wonderful Alfred, give Anna her's too." The Queen thought for a moment, her finger delicately placed on her chin, her eyes looking up, "I may have you tutor the boy too, teach him English and the proper conduct of our lifestyle."

He could taste blood in his mouth. He managed to strain out a "Yes, my Queen."

"You may go Alfred."

The man nodded and left the area to find the two children.

"SMACK!" The sound of flesh hitting flesh resonated throughout the dungeon, followed by shouts in the French language, apparently the Easterner understood French too.

"Where is it?" A voice called out. "Where is it?" The interrogator yelled, rearing his hand back for another slap.

"I don't know what you're talking about." A man lamely said. There was nothing the Frenchman could do that was worse than the master's training. He was bound in a chair, his feet and hands tied so he could not do anything.

"SMACK!" The man face was also very, very puffy, a testament to how he withstood the force of the slaps on his chubby cheeks.

"I KNOW you have it! I saw you take it MYSELF! How stupid can you be! How does a man as stupid as you get his hands on it!"

"You're stupid! Nyah!" The man stuck his tongue out from his uncharacteristically swollen lips.

The man was kicked down, the Frenchman's boot imprinting across the bare chest of Genma. The man was also stripped down to his underwear. They searched his belongings with no avail to find the diamond. This really wounded Alain's pride. A fool managed to get grubby fat hands on the treasure. How in the world did he get it? How did he get in the castle and past the many many guards situated to do their duty. This resulted in the rage he was currently in and unprofessionally kicked the man in the place the sun don' shine. The man shouted in primal pain and laid on the ground with the chair, his hands occasionally, impossibly, twitching.

"SACRE BLEU!" He yelled in a rage, followed by several other curses. He had interrogated this man for roughly two hours on end and the man stubbornly acted like he had no idea what he was talking about despite the fact of being CAUGHT in the action. Alain so dearly wanted to kill the man, but he knew he couldn't otherwise the location of the treasure would be lost possibly forever.

"Snort." Alain looked down at the disfigured man laying on the floor. He screamed in outrage, his face turning a red that wasn't red, stomping his foot up and down like a child in a tantrum.

"It's not fair! It's not fair! It's not fair!"

The listeners outside could not help but sweatdrop at the scene.

The prisoner had fallen asleep. Again. Not once. Not twice. No even thrice. But that was the tenth time.

"Princess Anna," a baritone voice called out, "Her Majesty requests you to bathe. I am required to give a bath to... your friend... to."

He had found the two children running about in the grand hall. Anna was chasing Ranma who was dancing around her managing to avoid all attempts of being tagged. Alfred scoffed in disgust, it was very unladylike and gentlemanlike of the two, no matter what their age. At the sound of the voice, the two stopped in their playing and looked at the man who had called them, Anna's eye lit up in recognition.

"Hey, it's the funny sounding butler!" Anna chirped, waving.

"Princess Anna, my name is Alfred. If you must, then call me Butler." Funny sounding butler said, his eyes never even glancing down at the child, always looking ahead. "And Princess, your mother requests you to take a bath. That barbaric boy too."

"Ok! Can Elsie bathe with me?" Her eyes were twinkling with hope as she said this.

"No." He said with no mercy. "Your father has stated that Princess Elsa must remain in her room."

"Hmph fine!" Anna frowned and crossed her small arms over her flat chest. "Then Rammie has to take a bath with me!" She pointed at the boy.

"..." The Princess was being stubborn again. "Princess, that is crass and the King would never allow such actions."

Princess Anna ran behind Ranma who had been rooted in the spot where he had stopped moving, clearly interested in the conversation. From behind Ranma's back Anna's head peeked out from the side and stuck her tongue out at funny sounding butler.

"..." How did the two most civilized people give birth to such a... brat? Before Anna could bend down and shake her tiny bottom at him like she had done before, he sharply said "Fine, bring this... Rammie," he nearly spat out the name "...with you."

Anna squealed in delight and rushed to the bathing area with Ranma following behind awkwardly. He DID need a bath, and he WAS wearing the same gi he had been wearing for the past couple months. Anna was a lot of fun, though she couldn't fight like Ucchan, she was active just like him. He had never made many friends on his training trip, always leaving before he could bond with anyone. His pops would disapprove of any relationships that would start to bloom like that black haired shrine girl he met at some Shinto temple. Speaking of his pops, he wondered if he was okay.

"ACHOO!" A man sneezed. He sneezed loudly and sprayed his bodily fluids at the man in front of him. The man in front of him who had his mouth open, ready to shout some more at the fool in front of him.

Ranma idly noted muted screams of rage as he followed Anna into the bathing area.

The bathing area was a sectioned area of the castle which had a spring. Ranma looked in awe at the how clean yet natural the area looked. Smooth rocks and bright green grass with no weeds surrounded the slightly steaming spring. He had never seen such luxury, typically bathing in the cold streams or taking advantage of falling rain. Anna was already in the water in her birthday suit.

She called out, "Hurry up Rammie! Let's take a bath!"

This shook Ranma out of his stupor and proceeded to take off his clothing. He stopped with he heard the clink clanking of something solid falling out and hitting the stone ground.

"Ooooh that's pretty. Bring it over here, let me see it!" Anna said, happily splashing the water.

Ranma looked at the thing that had fallen out of the pockets of his loose black pants. How in the world did this get in there? He carried what appeared to be diamond to the hot spring, staring at the crystal all the while. He tripped and fell in due to his misplaced focused. Anna giggled and put her hands on the diamond that Ranma let go of when he fell.

The diamond was large and blue. It was very big and decently heavy which made Ranma wonder how he missed such a gem on his person. The blue was steely blue, the color of Ranma's own eyes. It was cut brilliantly with a faceted girdle and extra facets on the pavilion. It was cool to the touch and was captivating to their eyes. Ranma took the diamond from Anna and wondered how he got it.

Their wonder was interrupted by a loud yell of "Thief!"

Funny soundin- er Alfred had been walking to the bathing area, muttering to himself unprofessionally along the way. He had to take a short stop in order to get the white towels for the Princess and... the boy.

When he arrived at the spring he noticed several things. He saw Anna's clothing thrown on the floor along with the grimy white outfit that the boy wore. He saw the two naked children in the waters, seemingly captivated by something in the boy's hand. Upon closer inspection the boy was holding a diamond. There was no way a peasant like him was able to get his hands on something so valuable. And he KNEW that within the castle there was nothing quite like what was in the boy's hand. He recognized the diamond too, he had read this in the European papers, his eyes widened in shock and he yelled "Thief"

The boy was holding something very valuable. The King's Jewel. It was also known as...

END OF CHAPTER!

Ahahah just kidding. It was also known as..

The cursed. Hope Diamond

Authors notes:

How were my descriptions of the King and Queen? Descriptions of people was always my weak point. But the more I do the better I get.

Hope you enjoyed! Reviews are appreciated. Criticisms or compliments, it matters not.