Frozen Memories

by Xeir Zith

"It used to be when people spoke about magic we laughed them off, or locked them up, sometimes both, but we never took them seriously. Maybe we should have. But I am getting ahead of myself, let me start at the beginning, with Elsa. The Templars have the upper hand. Who will protect the Heart of the Mountain, it all boils down to them, Elsa & Mark, they have brought us to the end"

2. Seqeunce 1 Memory 2

The Jellicle's Creed

IV

Frozen Memories

Sequence 01

Memory 02: Welcome to Arendelle {Part 1}

21 June 2050

Arendelle Docks

Daybreak

The rain fell in sheets; in many cases it was falling sideways. A torrent of rainfall that seemed to never end. The rain was a welcome relief; the sole being not working on the ship to keep it on a proper heading was undisturbed as the crew worked to keep the ship steady. Blackmane had her hood up, covering her face from the heavy rainfall; she wore her hidden dagger attachment at her side rather then upon her right wrist. She was thankful for the storm as she had seen the fort well before the fort had seen the ship and had conjured up the storm in order to mask their approach before anything was noted as amiss.

Templars had controlled it for as long as Blackmane could remember. So now was a chance for some payback. She had the crew ready the canonnade; once the broadside was ready and aimed she ordered the fire of the broadside, a full three ten gun salute at the templar held fort. Destroying but one of the four turrets the fort possessed. It was time to clear the waters to Arendelle, and she knew just how to do it.

So she called up the storm. Keeping a steady straight path for the most part in the direction to go. While she focused the primary part of the storm on the fort. Wrecking it with wind and rainfall. Even a tornado or two was sprung from nowhere. Blasting apart the fort with relentless fury. All the while she directed the ship along calm waters with only smatterings of rainfall hitting the ship.

However, the storm was required at the time at Arendelle as it had not rained in nearly a week. So the rain continued to fall even after the templar held fort was destroyed by the storm. The storm faded away but the rain remained. Falling heavily as the ship docked.

The gangway was put into place, as it was lowered from the ship, Blackmane, dark multicolored hooded robe and all, exited the ship. As the gangplank hit the ground, Blackmane stepped off it lightly. As she stepped away from the ship, a large man stepped into view, holding an umbrella, the man appeared to be the welcoming committee. The Assassin flag whipped around in the driving rain and wind before just flapping lazily in the rainfall as the wind died down.

As Blackmane stepped into view of a portly looking man with a large umbrella open keeping dry he held it out as Blackmane neared him. The smoke colored cloth of the Assassin was soaking wet. "Welcome to Arendelle madam." The man said. "May I ask of your business here in our fair kingdom ?"

Without removing her hood, Blackmane withdrew an item. Queen Elsa's crest. The silver and green snowflake of ice shards in all directions flickered as rain fell on it. Frosting the rainfall. "I am expected." Was all Blackmane said. Rather then pester the hooded woman, the portly fellow nodded.

"So you are expected by the Queen ? Very well, please, follow the walkway from the docks through town on the main street; the castle gates have been open now for a few months." The man told her giving directions. Arendelle had grown since Elsa became queen. Ageless the city was. It felt like only a few years had passed since events occurred there for Blackmane to be there.

She waited a few moments as her horse, a massive Egyptian steed was lete off the ship. There was no saddle as the horse refused to wear one. Springly lightly up, Blackmane took hold of the riens and the horse trotted off into the rain towards the castle gates.

She mentally went over her task list; Find the Queen, see why the dagger was sent out. And then find the den in the city below the castle. She rode the massive horse up the lane, feeling eyes on her from many directions as she rode along at a good speed. She never saw where the eyes came, yet she did feel many pairs, young and old, all of them curious and some of them somewhat scared of the dark cloaked and hooded stranger on a massive black horse was doing in town. They had every right to wonder, Blackmane however was going to let her actions speak for herself.

By the time Blackmane got into town from the docks after getting her horse; it was already nearing midmorning. But with the rain, it was hard for Blackmane to judge the daylight

Arendelle Castle

Midmorning

"You are starting to scare me when you experiment like that" Came a slightly scared yet struck with awe at the ice sword reshaping itself at random points, smooth on one side, jagged sharp on the edges, cracks of ice everywhere. Elsa was getting better at it. But it scared her sister Anna just enough to make the younger Princess worry that her sister was playing with too much ice.

"Sorry." Elsa replied almost too excited with her ice experimenting. She knew ice could hurt; long jagged spikes she had made, and was used to making, which Kristoff had cutup into nicely shaped blocks and bricks to sell. Anything he made Elsa insisted he keep the money from selling the ice with a yearly tax of a few gold or a dozen silver coins. Most of the time Kristoff donated silver coins to events at the Castle, once a year there were exactly fifteen gold coins ini the tax review from Kristoff. Elsa never pestered him, but he always came through for her sister.

"Can't help it" Elsa said as all sorts of designs formed on the ice, she found a nice shape she liked off one of the snowflakes and tried to mimic it in the sword design. Shards of snow and ice formed and shrank and then expanded into multiples. Soon a beautiful glasslike sword was stuck in the dead center of the dining room table. "What do you guys think ?" Elsa asked. The sword was beautiful in design. As if it had fallen off a massive snowflake.

"I think it needs a warm hug!" Said Olaf who was watching with his wide barely blinking eyes at the beauty of creation as Elsa made the sword blade, then the hilt was formed. His comment made Elsa smile as she formed the hilt of the sword. A perfect design to fit her hands without harm.

"Wow" Anna said seeing the shape of the sword, the blade was long and every flat looking, yet she could see that it was sharp, possibly sharper than anything in their castles armory downstairs! "It looks almost like it fell off a snowflake." She said as she watched the hilt form from the ice. It was almost as if it were being created from her sisters own thoughts!

"I think so too." Elsa agreed. Then she held out her hand, the ice sword floated from the table, its long point rebuilding itself as it was lifted from the wood of the table, not leaving any damage to the timber as Elsa called it to her hands. She caught the sword, it was very light, yet made of ice it had some weight to it and would most likely shatter upon imact with anything. iUnless Matt were here, he taught me how to do this, I'm glad I remembered seeing him do it, if only I didn;t have to send away that mythic item from the throne room./i Elsa recalled encasing the dagger that hung over her throne in the other room in ice and then sending it by messenger out of the country a month before. Did it ever get to its destination ?

Elsa looked towards a blood mark on the floor near the kitchen door, a man had tried to kill Kirstoff before she had implaed the guy with a ice spike, saving Kristoff and her sister as well as herself from the strange man. Artim was unable to find out why the man was there and what he wanted, and why he threatened Kristoff, Elsa was never able to figure out either. The blood was still there, she could still see it, sense it. Even though the blood was cleaned up rather carefully by the many servants and maids that thought the area uncleanable, they cleaned it twice a day since the untimely event occurred.

Elsa remembered when Matthew first arrived at Arendelle all those years before, it seemed like a dream, when it was really only seven or so years ? She had no idea how much time had passed outside Arendelle, it was as if the kingdom had timelocked itself away from the rest of the world. Matthew was an older man, ten years older than herself. His ice white eyes she could see had snowflakes in them. Though she figured at the time it was a trick of the light on his eyes. She couldn't have been more wrong

It did not matter. Matthew, she was told upon being introduced to him all those years before, was there at her request for someone to help her with her abilites. Matthew she learned, had the same abilities she possessed. And help her he did. He showed her first what he could do. And what she could do if she put her mind to it. Hence her Ice Palace at the North Mountain.

She remembered Matthew making himself a majestic sword out of naught but ice crystals with his abilities. Teaching her was to be an easy task, he said, because all she had to want from him, was to learn. And want to learn she did. Matthew however was in Arendelle for little more than a month when the teenage Elsa had caught his eyes. And his frozen heart. Something about her had made the man become more involved in her studies. Teaching her to defend and to attack with her abilites, and best of all, how to make creatures out of her abilites.

Matthew had made a ice critter of some kind, thing was smaller than a cat, but was all bone and no fur, just glassy bones of ice. It was quiet, but it was also scary. Matthew had also intensionally struck at her with his own powers, and insisted she do the same at him. She had defended out of fear. But now when he insisted she strike with her power at him the way he had struck at her. She began to learn that Matthew was indeed teaching her. But she still had a lot to learn.

Because when she turned nineteen, something about Matthew struck her heart solid. It might have been those snowflakes for eyes. Or maybe it was how his sword, as majestic and sharp the ice weapon was that formed from his hands caught her unawares. But somehow, she pined for him. Something about him made her want him. But she knew it was impossible. She had to let him go. But he was focused on teaching her to control her powers.

Then came the news after he left with her parents on that ill fated trip. Unwanted for any of them to leave, the storm had completely ruined her young life. With the loss of her mother and father, Elsa was thrust into command pretty much on the spot, the servants turning to her for orders constantaly. None even to teach her to help control her abilites, with the loss of her parents she had forgotten everything Matthew had taugh her. She thought him dead, since he too had gone with her parents with the promise that he'd return to finish her training. So why was she remembering him making swords out of ice ?

She was jolted from her memory trip as lightning cracked across the sky as the door opened, Kai stood there, he looked shaken. He hurried over to where Elsa stood from her seat. "Kai, what is it ?"

"Your highness, A hooded stranger has arrived on horseback. The stranger carries your crest in her hands. She wishes to speak with you, said she was expected." Kai said as he observed Elsa trading looks with her sister as Kristoff stood from his seat quickly as Kai looked about to faint and held the bulter steady on his feet.

"Where did you send the dagger ?" Anna asked quietly to Elsa.

"I just sent it out, I followed the myth like you said, 'Send it out, you will know where, worry not of where it lands, but it will summon those that defended our family in the past to defend the kingdom and royal family as it had before it hung over the throne.'" Elsa repeated the last line of the legend, the bedtime story the two were told nightly by their parents when they here children years before. Her heart broke a little more rebemering her mother and father, and Matthew.

"You think this stranger carrying the Crest of Mom and Dad could be that one mentioned in the story ? The one to defend us ?" Anna said. Or was the cloaked stranger someone to defend them like the legend said ? Not the same person but someone within that group as promised through the tale itself.

"Possible." Elsa replied, she turned to Kai, "Where is the stranger now ?"

"She is waiting outside,... uh...She is waiting in the throne room, shall I send her here ?" Kai replied.

"No, I'll go to her. She carries the crest of my parents. Therefore, she is exepcted indeed." Elsa replied. She turned to Anna and Kristoff while picking up her sword. "If anything happens, you two know what to do."

"Yes, exactly as before with that other dork." Anna said, jerking her thumb where her sister had spiked a dark robed man in the heart only a month before. With that Elsa smiled, her sister could find humor in any situation. Even when that dork had tried to take her family down, Anna found humor there. Of course it was hilarous when Olaf got knocked all over the dining room. Elsa easily put him back together without too much of a problem. The fact that Olaf's head was stuck to the ceiling made it slightly harder since the ceiling of the dining room was solid ice expertly carved out to repair damage she had done almost a decade before.

Elsa smiled again and turned and left the dining room, ice sword in hand. Anna and Kristoff knew to wait two minutes before going to the door to listen for trouble before busting in to save Elsa. Which they mostly had when the honkin' dork tried to off Kristoff that last time.

Arendelle Castle

Throne Room

Noon

The rain continued to hammer on the rooftops, as the thunder roiled one last time before moving off. The rain soon calmed to a gentle sprinkle that was common. Occasional storms were few and far between. Blackmane stood in the center of the throne room, staring at the throne, where her dagger once hung above the two tall high-backed chairs was a few lines of wire, nothing held on the strange plauqe that hung there. Suspended in air by nothing, had the Jellicle not seen the wires holding the plaque up in the air, she'd have thought it a mythic device holding it in the air. But the Jellicle's Vision gave away the wires easily.

She stood unmoving in the center of the room. Frost fell off the crest frozen in her left hand. She had all sorts of weapons on her. Yet she only held the Crest of Arendelle in her hand. Her hood covered her face; keeping it unseen save for nose and mouth. Though she was armed and ready, be it with spells or weapons of steel, Blackmane was there because she was summoned as promised to Marissa. iFor you Marissa, I will do anything/i Blackmane thought silently, honoring the passing of her dear friend.

She heard the door open and footsteps entered. Something was also dragged ? No not dragged, carried easily. Blackmane never turned as the footsteps halted and the door was closed. But, Blackmane noticed by the lack of sound, it was not locked as it was shut. The footsteps then came closer to Blackmane before stopping, Blackmane was unable to gauge how far from herself the other person was until Elsa spoke up.

"You carry the crest of Arendelle, stranger. Yet you come unannounced. Why ?" Elsa asked. She stepped forwards, around Blackmane, the smoke colored hooded woman never turned nor moved, yet her gaze easily followed Elsa as the Queen moved around to face Blackmane from the front. "Who are you stranger ? Why have you come ?"

"I came because I was summoned." Blackmane then withdrew the dagger attachment then from her left sleeve with her free hand. Holding it out, hilt first for Elsa to take as she spoke. "Legend tells of a dagger, kept for generations over the throne of Arendelle that, when sent forth, it would summon a protector, a saviour, someone to trust. This was told to your great great great grandmother three hundred and fifty years ago was it not ?"

Elsa nodded slowly "So goes the story. It was told to my great great grandmother, and then to my great grandmother, grandmother, and mother, and then to I and my sister as children; how do you know of it ? Who are you ?" Elsa replied in confusion.

"Three hundred and fifty years ago a plot was sprung and a plot was foiled. It was sprung against your ancestors, and it was foiled at the same time by this dagger. This dagger ended the plot that could have ended your family line." Blackmane replied, Elsa, reached out and took the dagger. Inspecting it carefully as Blackmane removed her hood. Elsa easily recognised the Arendelle crest upon the dagger blade. Seemingly emblazoned upon the blade or eteched carefully into the metal. "The dagger was to summon those who would protect the kingdom and the royal family. Thus it was proclaimed. And thus the legend began that very next night."

Holding the dagger in her hand as the sword of ice floated in the air as she let it free of her right hand, Elsa spoke as she examined the hidden-blade carefully. "How do you know of the story so much ? Were you told it as a child as well ?"

"Far from it; it was I who complelled your ancestors to begin it long ago." Blackmane replied. "You see, in the original telling of the tale told by your ancestors to your ancestors was of a woman named Blackmane, of an ancient order that worked in the dark to serve the light, she had saved your ancestors life, and in a way, your own. In sending out that dagger, Blackmane, or one of her bretheren would arrive with the dagger and Royal Seal as summoned. Therefore, I have arrived as promised."

"Wait a second!" A voice broke in. It was Anna, Blackmane hadn't heard her enter. Stepping up next to her sister, Anna continued speaking while Elsa inspected the dagger carefully, pale fingers tracing the Arendelle crest upon the weapon. "How could you have possibly known about the story ? Let alone tell our ancestors about it ?"

"I was there." Blackmane replied. "I told those who lead, whose lives I saved, your ancestors; to keep my dagger as a sign of trust and truth. And in the event of dire need to send it out to summon those it represents." Blackmane said to Anna, turning to Elsa who still held the dagger, "You sent it out, and therefore, you summoned me. How may I and those I represent serve you ?"

Anna looked confused at what the robed blackhaired woman was saying, Unable to make sense of it all she spoke up before Elsa could speak. "Wait a minute!" Anna said, jarring her sister from her thoughts, "You're telling us that you were here three hundred plus years ago ? That's impossible, you should be dead by now, if you're four hundred, you don't look it."

"Anna!" Elsa hissed softly. Though it was true, Elsa did not understand any of it, nothing of what she was told as a child with her sister. Elsa turned towards Blackmane, Without thinking it the ice sword sprang to her hand and she held it towards Blackmane. "Since you carry my parents crest, and this weapon, until I know I can trust you, I want you to tell me one thing."

"Ask it." Blackmane said, her memories bringing up Marissa in Elsa's place, only her hidden blade dagger attachment in place of a sword made of ice. "What ever it is you wish me to tell you, I will tell to the best of my skill."

The ice tip of the sword edged closer as Anna stared, almost ready to pull her sister back as Elsa let the ice cold tip of the ice touch Blackmane's neck just above the collar bone. "How do I know I can trust you ?"

"If you do not trust me, then do as I told your ancestor, Queen Marissa three hundred and fifty years ago. If you do not trust me, then kill me where I stand. But if you do trust me, command me as you wish." Blacmane replied truthfully.

For a very long moment nothing was said, air crackled as ice met hot breath from Blackmane. Yet Blackmane never backed down, nor did she show any signs of fear. For an agonizingly long moment the sword tip of ice was all but pressing into Blackmane's skin. Finally, Elsa lowered the weapon. "Alright. I trust you are telling t he truth. The legend spoke of trust. You carried this weapon, plus the seal of my ancestor, Queen Marissa. The one who told my great grandmother the story, who said her great grandmother told it to her mother, and the story passed down to us. Who else is with you ?"

"At this moment, it is only myself who have come, yet others will follow. We used to have a den here somewhere within the city. Give me leave to find it and prepare for my bothers arrivals as needed." Blackmane said. Anna traded looks with her sister as Elsa turned from Blackmane, pointing the sword to the floor she let it float freely before it flockered into nothing but snowflake dust.

Elsa turned back to Blackmane, "Go, do as you need, speak with the guard,s Kai will be of help to you. Be gentle, he is quite nervous at times. A good man, yet best at being a butler more than a messenger. Any supplies that you have need of, inform the guard. They will do as you request only so far. Their ultimate goal is to protect those of us in the castle."

"And judging by the scent of things, they have grown lax in such goals." Blackmane mused thoughtfully.

"I'm sorry ?" Elsa asked.

"I scent blood spilled here recently. Old ys, but faint and yet strong enough for my senses to pick out among other scents within this castle." Blackmane said.

For a long moment none spoke, Kristoff stood at the open door with Kai, observing, yet ready to intervene if needed to do so. Finally Anna spoke "Wait, you mean that dork that tried to kill Kristoff a few weeks back ? Almost two month ago actually."

"Someone had tried to take one of your kin down ?" Blackmane asked, turning towards Anna.

"Sort of, very well nearly actually had Elsa not spiked the guy with ice. Otherwise Kristoff would'nt be here." Anna said. With everything said, Blackmane noticed the temperture change, and the fact that Elsa did not look very happy.

"Anna, could you give me a moment with our guest. Don't worry, I'll be fine." Elsa said, a brief hug later and Elsa and Blackmane were alone in the room together. The door closed behind Blackmane. Elsa went and placed a snowflake on the door, effectively locking out her sister before turning back to Blackmane. Blackmane kept her gaze locked on the throne, Marissa once more flashed before her eyes.

Elsa's voice broke the memories flooding Blackmanes vision. "It is true. A man tried to kill me, when he was unable to get to me, he tried to threaten us by taking Kristoff, Anna is right, if I had not hit the man with my ice through the chest. Then Kristoff would have been lost. Blood was everywhere. Never in my life had I thought I'd see my clear beautiful ice and snow bloodstained."

Blackmane smiled, with her back to Elsa she spoke, "Someone taught you. That sword you made, it was your own making was it not ?"

"It was. And yes, I was taught, I guess. For a few years. Most of the time I just made snow for my sister to play in until I accidently hit her with my ice, in the head. At the time it scared me and my parents so we took Anna to the trolls for help. But... it was against my wishes personally, I love my sister." Elsa said

"And it is clear how your sister acts around you that she in turn, cares for you greatly." Blackmane said with a slow nod. "I know of one other similar to yourself, who has mastered ice and snow. He will be here soon, one of a few I admit, who will be arriving to aid me against the threat against you and your sister." Blackmane then smiled and turned towards Elsa, who was by then tracing ice into the blade to try and see if anything else was on it. "Tell me, did you make that snowman I nearly ran over outside ?"

"You mean Olaf ? How did he get out ? He was with us in the dining room ?" Elsa seemed shocked, but she trusted Blackmane then, since she recognised the notch in the blade when it was used according to the legend. Elsa went to the door, upon breaking the snowflake she was slightly startled by a loud

"HI! I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs!" Apparently Olaf heard his name called and came running from the dining room. He waited at the door until Elsa opened it when he burst in. Blackmane smiled.

Elsa put a hand to her temple, this was going to be a long day. "Blackmane, meet Olaf, Olaf, meet Blackmane, a friend who will be staying in town for some time."

To which Olaf turned to Blackmane and waved his stick arms repeating himself "HI! I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs!" Blackmane's smile widened as she replied.

"So you have said." She dropped to one knee to be level with Olafs' face. To Elsa she said, "He is quite cute. You made him did you not ?" Elsa just nodded. "Your abilites must be great indeed, enchanted enough to create a snowman like this, to come alive. So innocent, so carefree. There is a reason he admired you so much. His favorite student he called you."

"He ?" Elsa asked confused before remembering why she went to the door, with a quick shake of her head she said "Err, wait, hang on. Kai, can you do me a favor and fetch the items the man that had tried to harm Kristoff carried in here please."

A curt "Yes madam." was in reply and the bulter left, followed quickly by Olaf mostly because of the butterfly that Anna had stuck to Kai's suit. Blackmane stood back up, her face had taken a more surious look to it as she stood thoughtful.

"Do you mind if I take a look around ?" She asked, as she spoke she shifted her vision slightly, taking in everything in the room carefully. She did not possess the same powers as her twin sister Snowfeather, but she had a few spells she could easily use. But at the moment she wanted to make sure none were trying to sneak in and listen unintentionally.

"Go ahead" Elsa said, she was more focused on replacing the dagger on its plauqe over the throne. As she spied others on Blackmane's left and right wrists. Blackmane was not going to miss it was she ? She hoped not. She called for another servant, James entered as requested with a stepladder for Elsa to replace the dagger upon its rightful place over her parents thrones. Elsa never used either chair, they belonged to her parents, and it did not sit right with her to sit in either one of the two throne chairs. Even though she herself was the Queen of Arendelle, Elsa prefered to wander the city and sometimes the mountains rather then sit in a throneroom.

When Kai returned with the items taken from the intruder six weeks before, Elsa directed him towards Blackmane. Holding out the items, Blackmane took the items, one at a time and carefully inspected each. Everything seemed typical commnor until she got to the ring the man had worn. Pick it up, she studied it, then growled under her breath. "Damn. They've returned. How long ago was this that he tried to do his deed ?"

"Six weeks ago, nomatter how many times the servants clean the space, it will never feel clean again." Elsa explained the ice spike, and the blood.

Blackmane nodded, "It is worse than I feared, they here halted for a while, and now, with you in command of the city. They wish to try again." she held out the ring, the red Templar cross shone brightly in the crystal light within the throne room. "This is the cross of the Templar Order." Blackmane explained.

Elsa stared, "Templars, you mean like the stories of soldiers sent to fight to the southeast ?"

"The soldiers during the first and second crusades were good holy men, until the third crusade they found money and power, and they wanted more power, more money, more control. The Templars fell from grace then at that same moment long ago. It was through the deeds of one of my own brotherhood long ago that ended the threat against the world for the time being. At this point however... I thought them long gone from here." Blackmane set the ring back where she had taken it from the pile of items that Kai had brought out.

"A friend of mine will be coming here soon, against my wishes but I relented when he mentioned a promise he had made to someone dear to him that lived here. Hias first duty is to the Creed, he will come soon, when he is here however, he'll be bound to the creed until he finds the den within the city below the castle." Blackmane explained to Elsa, "As soon as he has reported his arrival to the Den, he's free to roam the city as needed. However, he might have a contract active when he gets here. I take my leave. I have much to do. Much to learn." with that, Blackmane bowed to Elsa and left the throneroom. Leaving the door open behind her, guards showed her the direction to the city. Blackmane thanked them. However she examined the hands of each guard she passed.

Only one of them wore the ring she had identified as a templar item.

Arendelle

City; midafternoon

Blackmane left the castle and explored the first top level of the three level city. It had grown since she was last there. King Joseph would have been proud to see the city grow so much as it had. And yet, rather then try and force information out of people. Blackmane mept herface covered as she moved through town swiftly and smoothly.

She spotted guards, recognising their outline as enemies, iTemplars were indeed within the ranks of the Arendelle guard!/i It was worse than she had thought it to be! The Templars had infiltrated the guard of Arendelle, and worse, tried to take out the Queen! iNot on my watch. And most surely not on Matthew's own watch/i Blackmane thought. She made her way down a empty ally and then started climbing up when she spotted an eagle far above. Climbing swiftly hand over hand to the perch location. She took a careful look around. Noting down to memoryr every last detail of the area before seeing the long low flat roofed building not too far away. Her desired target.

Blackmane focused on where a haystack was and did a leap of faith. Swandiving perfectly off the perch so far above the city she landed safely in the haystack. She waited but a moment before jumping from the hay and making her way towards the Den. Upon arrival at the den she noticed more templars, and silently took them down as she came upon them. Clearing an area of Templar influence. She reopened two shops, a blacksmith and doctor, along with a tailor shortly after coming to the den wall.

She was back where she belonged.

Arendelle Castle

Throneroom; midafternoon

It was a few minutes until Anna returned, Kristoff and Olaf in tow. Taking a brief look around she spotted Elsa standing near the window looking out at the city below. Coming up next to her sister Anna slid her hand into Elsa's own. Feeling the cold, the fear her sister had within her. "Relax, the story's true. What mom and dad told us when we were little. She came as called, literally, of course it took six weeks."

"That's not what I'm thinking about though," Elsa replied softly, almost sadly. She sat on the window ledge, her hands went to her face as a tear streaked from one eye. "Blackmane mentioned a man; but somehow I cannot stop thinking of Mattthew, my teacher. It feels like so long ago, he went with mother and father on that fateful trip. He promised he'd come back, but he never did. But Blackmane mentioned a man wanting to come here, to Arendelle, to fulfill a promise he had made to someone here."

"You think he's still alive ?" Anna asked, dropping to her knees in front of her sister, taking her hands from her sisters face Anna held them tightly. "If the story was true, its possible that his own snow and ice saved his life since the cold never bothered either of you."

"Is it possible ?" Elsa asked, the idea of Matthew Michaels, her teacher from when she was a young teen. Her teacher for ten years. A man who made her a promise when he left with her parents nearly a generation before. "Could he still be alive ?"

"I think it is possible." Anna said firmly. She got to her feet and pulled Elsa to hers. "Come on, cheer up sis, its almost dinner and I'm thinknig something in town might be more fitting. Besides, you've been making that ice sword almost since you sent out the dagger." Anna then noticed it was not within her sisters hands, looking around she saw it "You put it back up didn't you ?" Elsa smiled and nodded, she then let Anna and Kristoff lead her out of the castle to the town for something to eat.

Elsa knew then in her heart, somewhere somehow, her teacher, her friend, was still alive.

But what she did not know, was that he was coming to see her. To save her.