Disclaimer: I own nothing. Dreamworks owns How to Train Your Dragon. Disney owns Tangled, Frozen, Sword in the Stone, and Brave. Sony Pictures Entertainment and Entertainment One distributed Justin and the Knights of Valor, but Kandor Graphics created it, so they own it.

This takes place after A Tangled Gathering.

The journey back to Castle DunBroch was silent, filled with grim tension between factions and the presence of the dragons, who Queen Elsa kept docile with her magic. The ice sled was kept at the back, with the rebel knights at the front. Today's events had been erratically chaotic, provoking and exaggerating the disorder among the kingdoms as opinions were now expressed with the blade, not the pen.

Out of everyone, King Fergus was heavy with guilt. He had been the one to invite everyone, hoping for peace and prosperity, and now it seemed the cries of battle were not far away. Glancing over a shoulder, his eyes reflected Merida, gripping her bow. As a king, the man wanted to do everything possible, but as a father, he now feared the worse. If war breaks out, the possibility of his only daughter being married off would be an inevitability in her future.

With a heart pumping vile, the man felt his body bloat with sparking anger. But that was pushed down for now. He was not the only one to worry about the outcome.

Chief Haddock had been silent with a similar wagon of thought, concerned about the safety of his people and the dragons. He could feel the world's weight on Toothless as the dragon's body tensed in stress.

Princess Rapunzel looked at the wounded. While the battle was swift, blades cut in quicker manners as she eyed a man who lost his arm. The girl recalled when she could heal such wounds, wishing to produce such abilities again. But she knew her thoughts were not the heaviest.

In the back, Queen Elsa kept an eye on the front. Her powers placated the feral dragons with a cold breeze as they kept the sled intact. The gazes of the knights could be felt on her more than ever. Today, she had proven a myth.

The ice queen can contain the dragons, more specifically her ice magic.

Some of the knights whispered about that; it did not take a genius to know this was the beginning. The barely heard words held deeper meaning as the troops marched back to the open fields. People stopped salvaging as they heard their footsteps.

Kids ran up to get a closer view as mothers held them back. Many seemed concerned that a group of knights walked with their hands tied behind their backs, muttering and mumbling in gossip.

Their voices paused as Queen Elsa was seen pacifying the feral dragons. Faces were now beaming with joy that seemed to be assaulting their new champion. Within the crowds, many wore their schemes on their sleeves, staring at the ice queen.

But the whispers of victory only dropped stones of guilt and frustration. Elsa felt like a trophy, paraded like a polished jewel on a leash.

It would not be until she was brought to the main hall of Castle DunBroch that she found some peace as the sled was brought to the center. Tired, the ice queen felt a jolt when a hand landed on her shoulder. It was Anna, giving a worrisome look while glancing at the dragons.

"Elsa? Are you alright?" Anna asked as she jumped onto the sled. The princess had not waited a second before rejoining her sister. From afar, Kristoff and Sven could be seen following on the side, almost forgotten but still loyal.

Elsa sighed, still on the sled as she pacified the dragons. She presented the illusion of subjugation to the crowd as man reigned over beast. In her eyes, she only saw the docile creatures she had come to see. Glancing over her shoulder, Toothless could be seen wanting nothing more than to inspect his pack like the dragon leader he had been presented as, only to be blocked by the gazes of the knights in between him and the sleigh.

Being in the spotlight, an overrated sport she had seen in meetings and parties, recalling how many men, from princes to dukes, would go on about how they hunted down a beast. The adventures were filtered with exaggerated details; now, she felt like people were telling a similar tale of the ice queen and her powerful magic.

Anna did not need to hear a word to understand her sister.

The inside of the castle was not that different in comparison. As Rapunzel and the others had gone to help, King Arthur stayed with Sir Kay.

While it was not that young Arthur had nothing to bring, he knew his lack of combat experience would only slow the group down. Instead, he offered to keep the peace in the castles as he organized the warriors like fences.

However, ordering knights to hold back the arguing sides of frenzied diplomats seemed to be the short end of the staff. The stone walls of Castle DunBroch echoed with the rage and mistrust of the diplomats. A duke from Gabylonia was seen holding documents to the Duke of Weselton, threatening trades as the other battered. Anyone from Invangarr insulted the others for being weak, making the already infuriated Celts raise their arms as they engaged in a one against three battles with the former, Bayangor, and Galcrest.

Some representatives stayed silent, like those of the visiting nations of Cacophia, the Moors Kingdom, and Equis, observing with quiet masks as the fighting continued.

King Fergus and Princess Merida exchanged their exhausted glances before looking towards the throne. Queen Elinor was seated, tending to a migraine as she helped mitigate the quarrels. It seemed Celtic warriors were easier to intimidate than the visitors they invited. And no one noticed the return of the warriors.

"Jings! How are we supposed to calm this?!" King Fergus smacked his forehead with one hand, astonished by the great hall's echoes of anger.

"Shut it!" Merida yelled, barging through the argument and worry. Whatever the men and women had been squabbling about was forgotten as they watched the princess drag her father to the thrones.

"Why didn't I think of that?" Fergus looked stumped and impressed.

The suitors, Rian, Callum, and Attie, sent smug smiles at the crowd as they followed. The first of the trio sent watchful eyes at the gawking crowd as the last two studied their faces. The boys had stopped by the small steps to the chairs, taking a protective post around the royal family.

The other leaders followed as they took their stances among the clan heirs, with the warriors soon following with the prisoners in ropes.

The crowd mixed reactions of shock, dismay, disappointment, and anger, but not in that order, with only a handful keeping a calm facade. But all that emotion was thrown into chaos as the ice sled was dragged to the center with Queen Elsa pacifying the dragons. Besides the sleigh, Queen Mala had taken a spot, having come from the blind spots in the quarrels and fights.

"What is this?" One of the dukes asked.

"It looks like there's been a coop." A duchess squinted her eyes at the colors of the captive warriors.

"A coop? For this dump?"

"Who said that!?" Lord Dingwall squabbled over to the crowd. He stared at the men and women with unnerving eyes as the latter backed away, despite being looked up.

Merida gave a loud Ahem as she silenced the argument near the edge of the steps. She gestured for Lord Dingwall to wait with the other clan lords as the elderly man gave a curt bow of respect. The princess glanced at her parents. The king and queen signaled the girl to give the speech, knowing it would be her future to work with these people and provide peace.

"Now then, for those wondering why we have half of the men tied up." Merida stared accusingly at Weselton, Invangarr, Bayonger, and more kingdoms. "It seemed not everybody was on board with just capturing the dragons, but rather tried to kill them and anyone who was against them."

She walked down the steps to Queen Elsa, looking at the pacified dragons with a sympathetic face.

"If it weren't for Queen Elsa coming to our aid, the results would've been messy with blood on everyone's hands, probably. Jist what were yoo thinking!? Trying to start a fight in the middle of another?—"

"We we're trying to restore order and keep the people safe!" A man spoke up where he stood. Walking past the crowd, he disrupted himself with the purple and gold colors of Galcrest, a count from the appearance of his clothes.

"And yo do that, you would go behind the backs of others to ensure it?" Sir Justin stood forward. Though his sword was sheathed, his gaze was sharper against the man's stubbornness.

But the nobleman's pride wouldn't let him stand down, almost ready to start another fight when someone broke the silence.

"Wait!"

To everyone's surprise, the witch of the woods was seen yelling from atop stairs on the side of the room. The elderly lady ran down as she pushed people away as a core flew behind her with a vial. She went straight to the dragons, much to Elsa's confusion, as she reached into her coat.

Taking herbs from the pockets into her bony hands, the witch chanted, crushing them into dust before blowing them at the feral beasts. The particles danced in the air before being inhaled, enticing a reaction from the calmed reptiles as they twitched in excitement. They seemed more like dogs for a moment, frightening people as some screamed about a burning, sizzling end.

The hag rolled her eyes as she went straight to work, as the crow brought the glass vial near the scaly mouths. Pulling at the upper lip of the dragons, the woman gestured for the vial placed underneath as, one by one, saliva was collected. The woman seemed satisfied with her work and turned to the crowd.

"Ok, you can got back to fighting now. Just don't remove those leeches or you could make things worse," she said innocently before walking out.

The crowd was silent as they watched the hag leave through a hallway. The door creaked as it closed, astonishing and discombobulating the people in the main hall.

"What just happened?" King Arthur asked, looking at Kay for an estimated guess.

But the knight shrugged with a dumb face. Many others wore the same expression as they stared at the door.

The attention centered on the dragons, who still seemed docile in comparison.

"Can someone tell me why an old lady just walked up and took drool?" Graf Palin screamed almost hysterically. He looked ready to tear his aging gray hair out, his hands shaking at the door the witch left.

Others, like Duke Archibald, gagged at the sight, pushing down their gag reflex as they collected themselves.

Merida sighed as he parents joined her. Aggravated they were, but goth now they had to be royalty. Although, their ways did not have to match any of their visitors.

The Celtic princess got up before her parents. The king was flabbergasted, but his wife's assuring hand calmed his nerves as their daughter assumed her duties.

"That," Merida said, coming down the few steps from the thrones. "Would be the witch of the woods. Though I wouldn't worry about her, all she does is sell woodworks." She walked up to the Galfer, giving a cheeky smile. "You should buy some," she added.

"She does custom orders too!" Gobber added with a smile, earning a few laughs.

But the elderly man saw no humor and scowled at the princess.

"But if yoo have a problem with how we handle our affairs, you can take them them out and never return. We can trade goods or talk about battles, but we're not gonna change for yoo."

With a playful poke at the man's nose, Merida turned away from him, walking towards the dragons. Elsa gave the girl a smirk as the Celtic princess continued.

"And I believe it is time to address a matter you all have been pondering about, all this magic stuff," Merida said with hand gestures. "It seems in the bout with the dragons, we of the DunBroch kingdom were seen as..."

The wild-hairs princess twirled her hands as she tried to find the right word. Compared to her crowd, the girl did not have an extensive vocabulary. But someone did.

"I believe the term is last resort," Queen Gabriel of Gabylonia said.

"Thank you." Merida bowed to the queen. "Now know this! We're not here to start any fights! Or end your make believe ones! And another thing,—"

"Then what good are you if you can't fight off invading dragons!?" The Duke of Weselton yelled from his spot in the crowd. Though no one could see the short man amongst the taller representatives, his voice carried his concern and worry. But his actions would let none of the Celts or Vikings hear of him.

"And you think all dragons have to be killed!?" Chief Haddock raised his voice.

"Aren't you supposed to be the dragon expert?" Graf Palin pointed back at the chief.

Merida sighed as she went back to her throne with her parents. Slouching in her chair, the girl looked up to see her brothers watching the argument. Noting how the sight shook their usual demeanor of confidence and bravery, the elder sister waved at them, gesturing that they should go to the kitchen for snacks before summoning one of the maids, Maudie, to procure sweets for the triplets.

Reluctantly, Maudie did as she was told, leaving the great hall in a huff.

But as the sparks of verbal war turned to flames, no one noticed the purple mouse at the top of the hall, staring from among the windows that let in the sunlight. The evening hours were coming, and the lights started to darken as the rodent squeaked in sinister laughter.

Elsa groaned as she petted the dragons. The now docile creatures seemed better company right now.

Yet something forgotten was remembered as another guest made himself known.

With a loud crash, the doors were bashed through. Everyone turned in shock as they saw Shattermaster, the last of the feral dragons, charge in. The green dragon was flaming hot like the others on the ice sleigh, diving like a comet.

This last reptile was forgotten amidst the other flaming, tamed beasts in the grand scheme of everything that had transpired. Dagur slapped his face in shame about forgetting his dragon.

People panicked and began to scatter as the knights raised their shields. Toothless roared as Hiccup ordered his riders to get ready as they saw the charging Gronkle.

But before Shattermaster could reach the ground, Elsa blasted a puff of snow into his face. Though the ice melted in less than a second, the cold temperature relieved him for a moment, relaxing his posture as his wings stopped their rapid, hummingbird-like beat, and before he knew it, ice had now encased him.

The cold could never bother dragons, but Shattermaster was soothed like the others as he gave a silly grin, shaking his leg like a dog being scratched in the right spot.

As fast as the fear spread, calm blanketed the great hall, or confusion shushed everyone. It was hard to tell since everything was rapidly jumping from one thing to another, and everyone needed a moment to grasp the full situation.

But many knew that Queen Elsa once again stopped the dragons, displaying the power of her magical abilities. Many men stared at the queen with open expressions, like the pages of a book.

Elsa knew these stares. She could always see the glint in the men's eyes. Some had been elderly men or women, talking about their sons and whatever achievement they would talk about. There had been princes, charming with a smile, only to talk about politics immediately, or rather her hand in it.

She had grown tried of these looks and decided it was time to end any tangent thoughts on their minds.

"I will not marry for anyone's comfort!" Elsa yelled. Her free arm swung to the floor with stretched hands, expelling her frustration through ice. Cold spikes exploded from the ground, silencing the room in fear as many backed away. Mala stood at her spot, not bothered by the sudden ice. If anything, she appeared interested in the display as she smirked.

"Wow," Cassandra commented, staring blankly at the ice.

"I didn't think she'd use her magic like that," Astrid whispered to the girl.

"So just as you have falsely assumed the Kingdom of DunBroch will offer their strength in times of defense at your beck and call, I will not be some...token of magic for you to wield like a tool!" Elsa stood up as some feral dragons looked at her in curiosity.

The ice queen watched the room, her anger turning to shame and regret as she realized how this seemed. Yet part of her blood simmered with rage as she saw some men nodding their heads. Some diplomats had been studying the display of power, seeing more like an ace in the hole than a wild element. Whispers were exchanged, though anyone nearby mainly focused on Elsa's actions.

But one was more concerned as Princess Rapunzel walked up to her cousin.

"Elsa, are you alright?" Rapunzel asked.

But before Elsa could answer, a roar was heard as, out of a puff of smoke, a large comically-shaped purple dragon appeared with a flaming mouth. She had a disproportionate body with a large stomach, tiny wings, a long neck attached, and fluffy hair of a lighter shade.

The dragon glared at the people and growled, "If you want something right, Mim will do it herself."

As Mim makes herself known with a grand entrance, things are coming to a head. I figured the dragon form was most befitting and stuck with it. Anyway, only a few chapters to go, at most. I have the ending, it's just a matter of how long it takes, but I hope to end this before the new year. Let me know what you think.

With that said, I'll keep writing, and after this story, I'll wait until the next book is fully written before posting, or at least almost have it finished.

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