Hello everyone! Sorry for the extremely long hiatus. It wasn't intentional. I've been through a lot in the last year regarding my health but I believe I'm better now. I can't say when the next chapter will be up so I apologize in advance.

Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Eret slowly walked into the main chamber, uncertain of what he was going to face. From the light reflected off of the ice walls, he could see that the chamber was void of any guards, which made Eret very uncomfortable. Dagur had called for him and from the sounds of it, it wasn't for pleasant reasons. With each step that he took, the sound bounced from ice sheet to ice sheet, announcing his presence. He continued toward the front of the room where a long wood table was placed, cut and dented from Dagur jamming his knife into it repeatedly.

He stood there in the cold for several minutes, making the uncomfortable silence more and more unbearable. Eret rocked back and forth profusely until he heard a cough come from behind him. Jumping at the sound, he turned to see Elsa standing behind him, confusion in her eyes.

"What are you doing here," she asked.

"I don't know. Dagur summoned me. What are you doing here?"

"Dagur wanted me here as well." Elsa took a cautious step forward. "Do you know why? You don't think he heard us in the tunnels?"

Eret shook his head. "Whatever it is, I'm sure we'll be fine."

"That's where you're wrong." The two looked toward the table to see Dagur angrily sitting down, his eyes boring holes into each of them. There were several veins protruding from his neck, his face was red, and his knuckles were completely white.

"Is there a problem, sir?" Elsa addressed quietly.

"Problem? Yes."

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Elsa continued to speak.

"In fact there is, my dear," Dagur grinned. "I need you to punish Eret for me. Encase him in ice, stab him with an icicle, turn him into a snowman, whatever you choose."

Elsa's face drained of any remaining color as she looked between Eret and Dagur. "S-sir?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Eret held his hands up defensively. "May I inquire as to why I need to be punished?"

" I need to punish someone," Dagur shrugged. "I can't really do much to the workers in the cave because I need as many of them as possible to get us back on track. You're the low man on the pole so you get the punishment. Besides, I really want to see someone in pain right now. Elsa, proceed."

Eret looked back to see the fear and torn expression on her face. He watched as she slowly began to raise her hand and form an icicle. "Look, if you're behind on workers, why harm a potential worker? I may be low in the hierarchy of things but I'm still useful. Besides, did he give you permission to do this?"

"I don't need his permission to discipline my men."

"True, but I belong to him, not you. We have a deal and if you harm me, that deal will be broken. Are you prepared to face his wrath?"

Dagur starred at Eret for several seconds, the gears in his head working as he thought about his options. "I suppose you're right. But I want to punish someone. The dragons that caused the cave to collapse are being dealt with right now, but someone needs to be in pain."

"Dragons, sir?" Elsa asked, her icicle disappearing from her hand. "I thought you said it was from a weak structure."

"That's what everyone else thought too, but I did some investigating and found that several of the dragons caged here, mainly the Monstrous Nightmare, were blasting and weakening the walls to try and escape. They're in for a world of hurt for the next few days."

"Beating and torturing them will only make them madder," Eret reminded. "That's not a good idea."

"Someone needs to pay!" Dagur banged his fists on the table. "Dragon roars aren't satisfying enough so someone needs to pay!" Dagur fumed at the table, his nostril flaring as he breathed in and out, staring down a wide eyed Eret and Elsa. Dagur suddenly relaxed and began to grin. That grin quickly turned into a smile and a slow laugh began to exit his lips until he was in full on hysterical laughter. "Oh, oh, this is too good."

"Sir?" Eret and Elsa cautiously asked.

"You shall proceed with your normal duties, however, the two of you will be joining my men in the caves. I do need the extra man power and Elsa, I need you to fortify the walls to make sure that the cave-in doesn't happen again."

"Yes, sir."

"And as the punishment goes," Dagur stood up and walk towards them. "That honor lands on our little guest."

"What?" Eret exclaimed. "Emma? But she's just a child!"

"So what? She's still capable of feeling pain."

"She's scared enough as it is," Eret continued. "She's been through more trauma than a child her age should ever have experienced. Torturing her is just...it's not...it's just…"

"It's perfect," Dagur snapped. "She's just sitting there in a cage. She's not helping rebuild anything; she's not doing anything valuable other than being bait and a bargaining chip for her brother, who I might add isn't here right now. She's just what I need to relieve this stress."

"No!" Eret grabbed Dagur's arm and stopped him from exiting the room. Elsa gasped in horror and took several steps back while Dagur's face contorted into a mess of different emotions. "She's a child. She didn't ask to be here or to be harmed by us. She's an innocent pawn in this game. If you want to make her useful, have her help out in the caves as well. She can pick up ice or move sacks of food. She isn't just a slab of meat to pound."

Dagur jerked his arm away from Eret, turning his back on him. His chest and shoulders heaved violently as if trying calm himself down. Eret noticed that his posture had slumped dramatically, his head also downcast. "Very well," Dagur responded in a weak voice. "Take her with you but she will be paired with Alvin and Mord'u. I don't trust your soft heart."

Dagur exited the room leaving a very confused and shocked Eret. "You saw that right? That sudden change in personality?" Elsa nodded in agreement. "What happened?"

"Behold! The Trafficlightawayinator!" the brown haired, German accented man hollered. The middle aged man lowered his raised arms causing him to slouch as he walked over to a tied up, fedora wearing, duck billed platypus. "You see Perry the Platypus, I've always had a hatred for traffic lights. Always blinking and flashing, telling me what to do. I will not be told what to do by wannabe Christmas lights!" He shook his fist at the lights down on the streets below his high apartment.

Turning around he saw that the bored and lackluster facial expression from Perry. "Don't you give me that look. It's really annoying. Especially at night when they continuously change even when nobody's there; the beeping from the walk signs that accompany the lights changing. Ugh! I can't get any sleep!" He walked over to the traffic light shaped machine as he continued to monologue.

"So instead of getting blinds for my windows or getting ear muffs, I will remove every traffic light causing mass chaos until my brother Roger, the Mayor, gives me control of the city and I become the ruler of the Tri-State Area!"

The scientist began to laugh maniacally before stopping abruptly and staring ahead of him. "You know, this is such an easy plan, I wonder why I didn't think of it before. Oh well. I thought of it now so say goodbye to traffic lights!" He reached for the activation button but before he could press it, Perry punched him in the jaw sending him flying backwards.

"What? How did you get out of those ropes?" He looked over and saw that Perry had bitten through it leaving a dangling mess. "I knew I shouldn't have gotten the recycled food rope but it was on sale." He turned to see the platypus running towards his machine and quickly got up block him. "Oh, no you don't! Not this time!"

The man held his hands out to grab Perry but the platypus jumped up, used his tail to spring against the scientist's hands, leaped over and landed on the machine, pressing the self destruct button and leaping off before it exploded. The scientist coughed as he looked towards the black remains of his machine. "I guess it will be this time. Curse you Perry the Platypus!" he yelled off the balcony at the hang gliding mammal.

Walking inside, he sighed in defeat as he grabbed a broom and began to sweep up the ash. "Welp, tomorrow's a new day."

"Yes, it is," a chipper, monotone voice answered.

"Shut up, Norm, and help me clean this place up."

A knock on the door interrupted there cleaning activity. "Oh, must be the delivery boy with my hot wings!" He walked over to the door and opened it to see a tall, curly haired woman standing there.

"Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz?" the woman asked.

"Yes. How much do I owe you?" he asked, reaching for his wallet.

"Owe me?"

"Yes. For the hot wings?"

"I'm not here delivering food, Doofenshmirtz. I'm here-"

"Then what do you want?" he asked annoyed. "I've had a bad day and I'm waiting for my hot wings."

"I can make your day better, sir," the woman walked into the apartment, shoving past the scientist. "My name is Gothel and I have a business opportunity for you."

"First off, rude. Who just walks into someone's home without being invited? And secondly, what makes you think I need a job opportunity? I'm fine with money."

"Oh, I know you are. I'm not offering money."

"Then what are you offering?" Doofenshmirtz crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance.

"Something you've never accomplished on your own. Something you want more than anything."

"Oh," Doofenshmirtz relaxed, becoming intrigued. "And what would that be?"

"Ruling the Tri-State Area."

Doof's eyes went wide in shock before narrowing in suspicion. "Did Major Monogram send you? He's always trying to get me to come back to the OWCA but I keep telling him no."

"I don't know a Major Monogram."

"Then how do you know my want to rule the Tri-State Area?"

"It's my job to know."

"Right. Well, what's this opportunity you speak of?"

"My employer is requiring someone of your skills to help build machines and weapons. These items will then help him take control of the world and everyone in it. They will be used to punish and execute those we desire. You will be rewarded with the Tri-State Area as your area to command."

Doof broke out into laughter, taking Gothel off guard. "Oh, oh, oh. That's a good one. Take over the world. You're funny."

"I'm being serious."

He looked up at the woman. She stared at him with cold eyes, her frown creasing her face in an unflattering manner. "Oh, wow! You are being serious."

"What do you say, Dr. Doofenshmirtz?" Gothel smiled as she held out her hand.

Doof looked from the hand to the woman behind it several times before answering. "Ah, no."

"What?"

"No. Are you deaf?"

"This is a one time opportunity," Gothel seethed.

"And you're wasting it on me because I said no."

Gothel took a sinister step towards the scientist so that she was towering over him. "You might want to reconsider your answer."

"I'm not sure what language you're speaking because no means 'no' in pretty much every language."

"My employer is not one you want against you. We are not people you want to anger," Gothel threatened.

"See? This, this right here is why people don't join your little group. You come on too strong and you try to intimidate when you don't get the right answer. I mean, what kind of work environment is that? One wrong move and you get towered over and threatened? No thank you. Besides, I don't want to rule the world, I just want the Tri-State Area so I can humiliate my brother Roger."

"You are an embarrassment to evil," Gothel said.

"Look lady, I'm evil; not psychotic. There a difference between the two, not much, but enough."

"You will regret rejecting this offer." Gothel twirled her hand and disappeared in a second.

"Well, she was a bit over dramatic. At least she didn't ruin anything. Might as well get back to work."

Kristoff pulled into the makeshift dock and anchored the ship. He could barely see anything in the massive blizzard as he carefully unloaded the several crates of frozen fish. Once he was done, he walked a few hundred feet from the drop off site to see if there were any signs of someone or something taking the shipments. There was nothing.

He went back to the ship to get out the storm and warm up. He shook the snow off of his scarf, hat and jacket once inside and watched from the bridge windows to see if anyone would show up. They can't expect me to travel in this insane weather, right? I mean, it's a piece of cake but they don't know that right? Kristoff waited for several hours, playing his guitar but there was no change.

But there was a change. It wasn't in the shipment, but the weather. Behind the ship, it was calm and clear, perfect weather for traveling, but in front of him, the weather was one giant blizzard. Better write that down.

He turned the boat around and began his trek back to the factory but stopped just beyond some of the rock clusters to wait out the customer. He waited once again for hours. He was about ready to give up when his patience paid off. The storm above the dock suddenly cleared showing a clear view of the cargo he had placed there. Within minutes, four winged creatures came out of a cave, grabbed the cargo, and flew back into their hiding place. Are those dragons? Hiccup and Toothless are going to want know this.

Kristoff quickly began to take satellite photos of the transaction to take back to Stoick. Once he felt he had enough, he continued on his way back to the factory, unsure how to tell a non-mutant about the dragons.

He noticed that Merida was acting opposite of her normal self. She wasn't perky, energetic, or even engaging. She kept her head down, avoided eye contact, didn't speak, she avoided Elinor, and didn't have her bow on her. He wasn't sure what he could do but he knew he had to do something. Taking a deep breath he began to walk in her direction.

He felt a nudge against his arm as he walked and looked to see a confused looked coming from Toothless. "It's okay, bud. I'm just going to talk to her. Nothing's going to happen." He continued to walk in her direction and stood in front of her for a few minutes but when he didn't get a response, he sat down next to her on the stone wall surrounding a grouping of flowers, Toothless following suit. She still didn't respond so he took out his journal and began to draw.

Within a few minutes, he saw two shadows looming over him. Looking up, he saw Jack and Rapunzel looking at the two of them. "Is everything alright?" Rapunzel asked.

"I don't know," Hiccup shrugged. "I'm okay but Merida isn't acting like herself."

Rapunzel squatted in front of her. "Merida, are you alright?" There was no response.

"I challenge you to an arrow exercise. Bet you can't beat me this time," Jack began to float in the air as he challenged her only to land on the ground when there was no reaction from her.

Hiccup shifted in his seat so that he could face Merida and put a hand on her shoulder. The contact caused her to flinch and look at him with watery eyes. "Merida? What's wrong?"

She looked around at the three of them before she curled in on herself again. "I don't want to talk about it," she said softly.

"Please, talk to us," Rapunzel begged. "You're hurting and we're here to listen."

Merida looked back up at the three of them through her curly hair. "I-I'm getting married."

"What?!" all three exclaimed at once, causing Toothless to jump at the sudden loud noise.

"Aren't you too young to get married?" Hiccup asked. "You're eighteen."

"Not according to ma Grandmum."

"I didn't know you were dating someone."

"I'm not, Jack."

"Then who are you marrying?" Rapunzel asked confused. "Don't you have to date someone before you can marry them."

"No," Merida sniffled. "I have been betrothed to one of three strangers. I know nothing about them but ma Grandmum says that there is no way out of it."

Hiccup shook his head in disbelief. "Did you tell her how you feel? Maybe if we go talk to her, she might change her mind."

"She won't," Merida shook her head. "I already told her how I feel and she doesn't care. She says that it'll be good for me since I'm a complete wreck."

"Complete wreck? What do you mean?" Jack asked as he sat down on the grass in front of Merida, Rapunzel doing the same.

"My hair is an untamed mess, I don't dress like a proper lady, I act foolishly, I have bad manners, and so forth."

"But that's what makes you, well, you. It's your style. You shouldn't have to change who you are."

"Hiccup's right," Rapunzel agreed. "You're perfect the way you are."

"Your grandma sounds like a stick in the mud. Let's go throw some snowballs at her to loosen up her tight grip."

The four of them giggled at Jack's suggestion, including Toothless. "Thanks, guys but it won't help. Ma Mum said that she has scheduled a fitting for ma dress tonight." The four of them went quiet, unsure what to say next. Merida felt a nudge under her arm and saw Toothless moving his head onto her lap as he cooed softly. "What's your dragon doin'?

"He's trying to comfort you," Hiccup explained. "He doesn't quite understand what's happening but he knows it's upsetting to you."

Merida slowly placed her hand on the Night Fury's head and began to stroke him. Before she knew it, she had leaned into him and welcomed the warmth of his scales. "I understand now why ya like having him around. He does have a way of relaxing ya."

"That he does," Hiccup smiled. The five of them sat in silence, just bathing in each other's presence when Hiccup suddenly covered his ears and cried out.

"Are you okay?" Merida asked. Toothless lifted his head and tilted it in confusion.

"Hiccup? Hiccup?" the others called but he didn't respond. His eyes were shut tight, his hands still over his ears, and his knees slowly curling into his chest.

"Hiccup!" Rapunzel grabbed his shoulders forcing his eyes open at the sudden touch. "What's wrong?"

"Can't you hear them?"

"Hear who?" Jack looked around.

"Them! Those poor animals. Someone's hurting them," Hiccup cringed again, his eyes watering. "Their screams are deafening!"

Toothless stood up and leaped to Hiccup's side, nudging and cooing to relax him but nothing was working. Toothless suddenly went quiet, his pupils thinned, and his ears flattened against his head before he began to roar in discomfort as well.

"You too, Toothless?" Rapunzel asked. "You hear them?"

Toothless began to rub his head against the dirt as if trying to remove the sound from his ears as Hiccup remained in fetal position. Jack stood up rapidly and began to fly towards the school. "I'm going to get North!"

It had been a hard afternoon in the office. Bill after bill passed through his hands, several of them he vetoed which wasn't going to go very well with the politicians. He was tired of reading pages of nonsense and filler to get the heart of the issue; he needed a break. Fergus tiredly looked around his desk until he came across the sticky note with the orphan girl's name on it. He picked it up and shifted through the papers in the top drawer until he found the one with the description of the imagined relative on it.

Re-reading the description, he sighed. There's no way she's real, but I should at least try. He grabbed his office phone and dialed a phone number. "Hello, Sheriff. This Mayor Dunbroch. I was wondering if you could find any information for me on an Anna Arendelle. Yes, a-r-e-n-d-e-l-l-e."

There was a long pause before there was a ding on his computer. He looked at his email and saw a link to her file. "Thanks, David. Let me just skim it real quick before I let you go."

Anna Arendelle - Orphaned

Parents - Iduna and Daniel Arendelle - Deceased. Killed in car accident.

Relatives - N/A

"Hey, David. Does Daniel have any family members? No? He was the last remaining member of his family? Okay, well..." Fergus twisted his mustache in thought for several seconds. "Do you know what Iduna's maiden name is? You don't have that information. Alright, I'll check with the court house. Thanks, David. You have a good day too."

He hung up and dialed another number. "Hey, Johnny. This is Fergus. I was hoping you could tell me Iduna Arendelle's maiden name. Yeah, it's for a case I'm working on. Thanks, Johnny. I'll still be here." While Johnny looked up the information, Fergus began to read closer on Anna's case file, not finding anything out of the ordinary. "Yes, I'm here. Her name was Iduna Scott. Can you send me as much information as you can about her? Marriages, family members, etc? Oh, thank you, Johnny! You're the best!"

Just as he hung up the phone, Fergus heard the ding of his emails. He opened up the link and began to read through the files. She was Iduna Overland before becoming Arendelle. Wait. Overland? He switched tabs and clicked on several links before he got to the page he was looking for. What are the odds? Elinor needs to see this.

There was another ding on his computer. Fergus went back to his emails to see another link of information. She has a sister named Arianna. He looked back at the description of the blonde girl and the picture provided but it wasn't a match. Anna and Arianna definitely have similar features. Let's dig a little deeper. Let's see, she married a Frederick Corona and had a child who was kidnapped at age five.

Fergus pulled up a picture of the missing child and his heart stopped. She looked exactly how Anna described the girl in her dreams: long blonde hair, green eyes, freckles, excited smile. He read the name and shook his head. I definitely need to get this to Elinor. This girl is going to have a heart attack.

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