Note: The changes are going to start in this chapter, it isn't huge, but it will lead to bigger changes later on.

Healing and Awakening

Elsa could not believe her luck, everything had been going fine, and then suddenly her peaceful life was shattered. Most people kept their distance from the Vikings, because of their warrior-type society. The Duke had just put Arendelle in danger by messing with one of the Viking tribes. Despite how peaceful some could be, despite their warrior-type ways, if anyone messed with their tribe all bets were off. Elsa paced the room and underneath her feet the floor became ice. A pair of hands gripping her arm stopped her in her tracks. Elsa looked down and spotted her sister.

"Elsa, calm down please, you're scaring me." Anna said. "Why does that boy being a Viking stress you out so much?"

"Father taught me about the different cultures around the Kingdom, since I would be his heir he wanted me to learn about each one in detail. He did that so if I encountered anyone from that culture, I would know what to do. He taught me about the Vikings, and that they are a warrior-type society. Most of the tribes died out, and most of the hostile ones are focused on taking over the remaining tribes, so they aren't a threat to us yet. However, even the most fair of the tribes will go to war is you threaten their Chief, their heirs, of their homes. That boy is from one of those tribes, and I don't know which one! If we don't get him home, we have a war on our hands. The Duke probably knew that, so he put everyone in Arendelle in danger!"

"Maybe the boy comes from one of the nice tribes, and they can be reasoned with." Anna told her sister.

Elsa smiled at her sister's comment, but then frowned again, Anna was never taught about Vikings so she did not know how much danger everyone was in.

"Your Majesty, the boy is stable." A Healer told Elsa, as she entered the study.

"Thank you, you are dismissed." Elsa replied. "I will be in to check on the boy in a bit."

The Healer bowed and left. Elsa went over to her bookshelf, and pulled out the book about Vikings, she hoped that the boy would be awake and show her which tribe he belonged to. She made her way to the infirmary followed by Anna and Kristoff. She hesitated at the door, before deciding to open it. Her heart dropped when she realized the boy was not awake yet; the stress of preventing a war began to overwhelm her.

"He doesn't look like a Viking." Kristoff noted.

Elsa felt her nerves settle slightly at Kristoff's voice. She rolled her eyes at his comment, and turned towards the sleeping boy. It had not been quite a full hour since the boy had arrived. Kristoff was right, the boy did not look much like a Viking, but the clothes he wore gave away his heritage. She frowned, the boy was still much too pale for her liking, but then she remembered that he suffered severe blood loss. She reached out, and ran a hand through his hair, it was fairly course, but she did not care. She did not know why, but she felt a motherly urge flow through her, something in her told her to protect this boy.

"We could take him to see the trolls." Anna told Elsa. "They could probably heal him."

Elsa looked at the boy, and then back to Anna.

"Look at him Anna; he probably won't survive the journey if we took him now."

"You're right." Anna replied.

Anna placed a hand on the boy's forehead.

"Wake up soon, I would like to meet you."

"We should probably get some new clothes for him." Kristoff spoke up. "He could also use a bath."

Both young women looked down, and realized he was still in his blood stained clothes. It slowly dawned on them what Kristoff implied. Elsa felt her cheeks grow warm at the same time she saw Anna blush.

"We will summon someone to get him some clothes, and to give him a bath." Elsa said.

She avoided looking at her sister, who seemed to be fighting back giggles at the implication of seeing someone naked.

"I will, I will be right back." Elsa said.

She left the room to get one of the Healers, so that the boy could be taken care of. She tried not to blush as she thought about the boy lying on the bed. Thinking of him injured, though, brought her back into the mode she had to be in. A Queen that had to show proper etiquette to all those around her. Elsa had to think about what the boy could wear, considering that they weren't quite prepared for him.

"What could he wear?" She wondered to herself.

"He looks similar to your father's height and weight when your father was a teenager, I can see if any of your father's old clothes fit him." Gerda told her.

"Thank you, I will meet you in the Infirmary."

Elsa went back to the Infirmary to be with her sister and Kristoff. She smiled, because Anna was talking to the boy about all the fun things that they would do once he woke up. Kristoff looked at Anna with such loving eyes, she was satisfied that Kristoff would make a great husband and father someday. Her thoughts were interrupted when the Healer and Gerda entered the room. Gerda held a set of clothes for the boy, and to her mortification, the Healer came in with washing supplies. Without missing a beat, the Healer started to undress the boy. Gerda gasped, while Elsa averted her eyes. Anna covered her red face, but peeked through her fingers. Kristoff threw a pillow over the boy's lap to protect some of his modesty.

"I prepared a bath beforehand, so all we have to do is get him cleaned off." The Healer said.

The Healer indicated a bath that Elsa had not seen before, because she had been too distracted with the boy to notice it.

"Sir Kristoff, I need your help with washing the boy, Princess Anna I need you to keep his bandages from getting wet, and Queen Elsa I need you to keep his head above the water." The Healer commanded.

"How dare you, you cannot order the Queen…" Gerda began, but was cut off by Elsa.

"It's alright Gerda, I don't mind helping." Elsa told her.

Gerda smiled at her Queen, and then turned to glare at the Healer. She put the clothes on the bed, before she left the room. Kristoff helped the Healer place the boy into the bathtub. Once the boy was submerged up to his chest, the Healer and Kristoff began to wash him. Elsa cradled the boy in her arms, while Anna held the boy's arms above the water. Anna kept her eyes closed during the whole thing, while Elsa stared out the window. The Healer submerged a jar into the water, and brought the water to the boy's head, where she dumped the water on to his hair. She them put shampoo in it, and after she deemed the hair clean, filled up the jar again to rinse the shampoo out. Anna and Elsa held the boy, while Kristoff brought some towels over to the Healer. The boy was then lifted out of the bathtub, and dried off. Elsa averted her eyes once more, and Anna stared at the wall, her face was bright red.

"We need to get him dressed, even though he is dry, it is best to get him into warm clothes." The Healer told them. "Sir Kristoff, I need your help in dressing him."

"What?!" Kristoff exclaimed. "I already helped you bathe him!"

"I cannot ask the Queen or Princess to help me, because I don't think you'd want them to see a naked man when they are not married, especially your Princess."

Elsa and Anna turned beet red for entirely different reasons from each other.

"Fine, but that's all I am doing." Kristoff conceded.

Kristoff laid the boy on the bed, and covered his lap up with one of the pillows. The Healer handed Kristoff a pair of boxers, and the man blushed at the implications. Once he figured out the way the boxers went, he lifted up the towel, and looked away as he put the boxers on the boy. The boxers were a very pale green. The Healer gave Kristoff a pair of white leggings, which Kristoff quickly pulled on to the boy. Finally, Kristoff was given a green long-sleeved, high collared, silk tunic. The tunic covered the boy's arms and neck, which hid the bandages.

"All done." The Healer said.

Elsa and Anna deemed it safe to turn around.

"He looks even less like a Viking now." Anna commented.

Anna was right, Elsa noted, with the boy wearing her father's old clothes he looked no different from anybody else.

"Let's leave him to rest." Elsa told everyone.

The Healer, Kristoff, and Anna were the first to leave the room, Elsa left after she had tucked the boy in.

(Hiccup POV)

Hiccup's dreams were lucid; it seemed that every time a solid image would form, it would disappear into the midst of his mind. Slowly, the dreams came into focus, and he was thrown into a nightmare. In the nightmare he was held captive by an ugly woman made of ice, a massive troll with tusks growing out of his mouth, and the rag doll sister that lay slumped at their feet. Red hair kept on flickering amongst them, but every time Hiccup tried to focus on it, the figure would vanish.

Who are you?

The figure responded with laughter, and vanished in the mist, leaving its laughter to echo in Hiccup's ears.

WAKE UP!

Hiccup tried to open his eyes, but they refused to open. His body refused to cooperate. Every time he tried to wake up, there was something that forced him to fall back asleep. As he continued to fight the lull of sleep, the force gradually seemed to disappear. Hiccup heard a far off groan, which he did not realize was his, when he opened his eyes to slits. His eyelids felt too heavy for him to open fully. The first thing Hiccup became aware of was a bright light, which caused him to close his eyes again. His slow, sleepy mind eventually caught up with him. He opened his eyes as much as he could again, which were still slits, and waited for his eyes to adjust to the bright light.

"Hello new friend!" A voice crashed into his thoughts.

Hiccup turned towards the voice, and his eyes widened in horror.

"Hi, I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs!" The voice exclaimed.

Hiccup tried to scream, but no sound came from his mouth. A talking snowman, who must have been the Ice Queen's evil servant, spoke to him. Snowmen did not speak! The creepy thing approached him, and reached out with its stick arms. Using all of his strength, Hiccup tried to get away from the snowman. He lost his balance, and had a painful collision with the floor.

"Oh! Are you okay new friend?" The snowman asked. "I am going to get my friends, stay right there."

If Hiccup could have responded, he would've, but realized that he could not speak. He also could not move. The snowman left the room to get his 'friends.' Hiccup started to crawl, but the pain in his arms put an end to that. He was forced to wait there, until the snowman's friends arrived. Hiccup did not have to wait long, because the snowman came back with three people trailing after him. A redheaded girl, a blonde man, and a white-haired woman entered the room.

"Where is he?" The redhead asked entering the room.

"He couldn't have just vanished; he isn't in any position to run away." The blonde man replied.

The white-haired woman looked around the room, and spotted him. She rushed over to try and get him back on to the bed, but he was too heavy for her. The blonde haired man helped her get him back on the bed.

"There you go." The white haired woman told him.

Hiccup stared at her, there was something in the back of his mind that told him that he should fear her, but she seemed so kind. The redhead walked over to the small group.

"Hi, I'm Anna, and that man over there is Kristoff, and that is my sister."

Hiccup looked over at the two people the redhead indicated. The blonde man gave a small wave, and the white-haired woman gave him a small smile. The snowman Olaf waved at him with both his stick arms. Hiccup extended his hand to shake their hands, but the pain caused him to retract it. Elsa and Kristoff frowned, while Anna looked like she was about to cry.

"You're hurt badly…" Anna started in shock.

Elsa stood up, and went to talk to an older woman on the other side of the door.

"Gerda, fetch me a healer." Elsa commanded.

Once Gerda left to carry out her command, Elsa sat down in a chair that had been placed by Hiccup's bed by a servant moments before.

"Do you remember anything?" Elsa gently prodded.

Hiccup looked at her, and closed his eyes; something came to the forefront of his mind. It was an image of a monster with white hair, a redheaded rag doll, and a massive troll. He recoiled away from Elsa, much to her confusion.

That was just a horrible dream; she doesn't look like a monster!

Hiccup shook his head to clear his thoughts of his nightmare, and focus on what was happening to him now. Hiccup was distracted when a person came into the room and went over to him. He concluded that he was a healer. He turned towards Elsa, and looked at her for confirmation.

"That's one of the healers; she will give you more medicine to help you feel much better." Elsa told him.

The healer came over to Hiccup, and gave him some medicine. Hiccup didn't bother to try and take it himself, because the pain in his arms was a reminder that it would not do any good. Hiccup smiled slightly as the medicine numbed the pain in his arms and neck. He let himself fall back on the pillows, and slowly drift off to sleep. His last vision was of Elsa and Anna looking at him in concern. Then darkness overtook him.

Note: Sorry for the short chapter, I plan on changing some things, and still need to look over what I can change. Also, consider this a slight Alternate Universe to Frozen Viking. I wanted to change it so Hiccup did not feel Elsa, and realize it was just a bad dream.