Goddamn it was hard to describe 'Into the Unknown' without any actual singing and beautiful masterpiece that is it's visual. I kept watching the clip repeatedly, second per second, to be able to find a way to write it. Hope you guys still found it somewhat magical.

"Lion!"

"Grizzly bear!"

"Monster?"

No matter how many guesses had been shouted back and forth, none had seemed to match with what the Princess had been meaning to gesture, as she kept on shaking her head while she used her whole body to describe what was written on the paper she had chosen wordlessly. She was impatient, she could tell from the way her face was pulled, but the boys were still unable to find the correct answer.

And it was not she didn't try to guess, she just did not have such wide imagination to even understand the smallest bit of what Anna was gesturing. Instead she had her attention in toying with her son's hair as he sat on her lap, minding his own games of stuffed animals. His hair had grown quite thickly, that part of him might have come from her -who has an equally thick mass of platinum blonde hair, and while he would look handsome in any sort of way, a small trim would have been nice.

"Hans!"

Head perking up, and so did everyone else's, even Anna had stopped when Olaf had shouted for the man's name, frowning as she lowered her hands. The bell rung, a signal from Sven that they had ran out of time, and at such a good timing too. "Wait, what? No, Olaf, it was villain."

The man himself, who had sat at the end of the lounge as she leaned her weight against him, had only has his brows furrowing deeper after the reveal of the answer. "How can that be me? I don't growl like that, do I?"

By this time Wilhelm had pushed himself up to stand on her thighs before he stumbled his way toward his father, who had moved to take over him as he helped him in keeping steady on both feet. "Papa, grrr!" little fingers coming to each of the corner of his mouth, the boy had pulled against his father's face, forcing Hans to show the row of his teeth. "Grrr!"

"Oh fine, maybe a little." Hans chuckled, prying his son's hands out of his mouth, holding them together by the wrists. It was no secret that he would often read stories before bed for the boy, and he absolutely loved it when he used animated voices to mimic the conversation, made the stories far more interesting and engaging. One of Wilhelm's favorite, it seemed, was the growling sounds he used to mimic bears or other beasts.

"Okay, Olaf, you're up."

The snowman had rose from the floor -as he and Kristoff were designated to sit there since there was not much room on the lounge for them all, taking a piece of paper from the small basket that Sven had in his mouth, reading what was written on it. "Lightning round. Boys against girls."

And the round was truly just like what Olaf had said, lightning fast. Kristoff had answered each of what Olaf had given him with such breeze as the snowman continuously rearranged himself into shapes that was so easy to guess -there was even her at the middle of it all with her braid on her left shoulder and Hans had laughed at that.

"I don't think Olaf should get to rearrange." Anna huffed, arms crossed over her chest as she glared at the celebrating blonde man disapprovingly, irritated that she had lost the round due to the snowman's unique advantage, shutting his laughter in an instant. Though she had nudged for the Queen to stand up, as it was her turn next, crackling her knuckles. "It doesn't matter, this is going to be a cinch. Two sisters, one mind."

She tried. She really did. But she was not as expressive as her sister, not as fluent when it comes to gesturing certain things, no matter how familiar she was with the subject. Waving her hands around as if she was to create magical things -without actually made anything for it would be cheating, she had even lifted one of her legs to mimic the pose of ice-skating, looking at her younger sister expectantly, but none of her guesses had been near to what she was gesturing.

"You got to give me something."

That voice. It was calling for her again. The same voice that she had heard before, on the balcony, that vocalization that brought her heart into feeling as if she was being pulled into something. Turning around to face the window, her eyes had searched for the source of the voice, her sister's voice drowning behind her.

"What is it, Wilhelm?" She could hear the confusion in her husband's voice behind her, along with their son's babbles that must have been the reason why he had voiced his question. "What did you see on the window?"

"Oh, come on! You definitely look disturbed!" Anna called out, just before the reindeer had rung the bell, groaning at the clear defeat that she was facing.

"We won."

"Rematch?" Getting up, the Princess had made her way toward the older sister, touching her arm and prompting her to turn around. Her eyes caught the sight of her son, arms reaching out though not necessarily at her, leaning forward as if he wanted to go somewhere.

Had he… heard it too?

"You know what? I think I will turn in." Walking past the younger sister, she had headed for her son, lifting him up into her arms, eyes meeting her husband's that reflected his silent question at her, though she had merely shaken her head. She was fine… she hoped.

"Are you okay?" Anna's voice was thickly laced with worry, and she could see from the corner of her eyes how her shoulders had slumped at the loss of her charade teammate.

"Just… just tired." Giving a small laugh as her poor attempt of reassuring her younger sister, and everyone else in the room, she had adjusted Wilhelm's position as she opened the door. "And Wilhelm needs his sleep." Along with that, the boy had thankfully let out a yawn as he received a kiss from his mother. "Goodnight."

Bringing her son to his nursery, she had beginning to pull her nightgown off one of her shoulders, as even with the baby food that she had given him during the day Wilhelm was still very much required to nurse from her -especially when he had just woken up and before bed, finding the comfort of being held close to her chest as he suckled.

"Did you hear it too? The voice?" She had stood by the window, rocking him gently as she wrapped the two of them with her Mother's scarf. She found a certain comfort in wearing it around her shoulders, especially during times where her mind was troubled, to feel that motherly embrace even at the form of a mere fabric. Wide blue eyes stared back up at her as the little boy listened, and she had only continued in gently patting her hand against his back. "It feels like it's… calling for us, isn't it?"

Suppressing a wince, as she had definitely felt her son's newly growing teeth grazing against her sensitive flesh, the corners of her lips had tugged into a small loving smile as she brushed away the hair that had fallen onto his face.

"Where the north wind, meets the sea." His eyes fluttered, as lips started to loosen, clenched fist relaxing against the fair skin of her breast. "There's a river full of memories."

Pulling her nightgown back into place, she adjusted her hold as she turned away from the window, making her way toward the bed. Usually Wilhelm would sleep in his cot, as she was still rather worried if he would have rolled off in his sleep during the night, but she had the servants putting in a bed inside too, just so at times like this where she did not plan on leaving her son, she had an actual place to sleep too.

"Sleep, my darling, safe and sound." Another yawn, just as she laid him down in the middle with her joining at the side, she tugged the blanket over him after placing a pillow at the other side, her arm securely around his body as she leaned down until she could place a kiss on his forehead. "For in this river all is found."

It was well past midnight when she was rudely awoken.

The voice was faint at first, like whispers that was close to her ears, but it was enough to prompt her rolling from her side and to lie on her back, her brows knitting as the dream she was having started to blur away. The second time, it was louder, and with the whine coming from her side her eyes had shot opened. Glancing down, she had Wilhelm still asleep, though he was clearly in discomfort as his brows furrowed and his fists clenched up, lips quivering as he came close to tears from the disruption that apparently only the both of them could hear.

Shushing the boy as she gently covered his ears with both her hands, her eyes had traveled further to find that Hans must have joined them when she was already asleep, as he was huddled close on the smaller bed than theirs on the other side. He must have waited for her to return to their bedchamber, but upon not having her back, had come to find her instead.

Carefully moving his arm to go over Wilhelm so that he could hold him in his sleep, she secured the toddler in his father's embrace before she took another attempt at sleeping. Shutting her eyes, she did not even get to have her body relaxing when the voice had called once more, followed with another of Wilhelm's whines.

And it annoyed her beyond measure.

Sitting up, she had glanced over at the two sleeping figures before she made her way off the bed and toward the door. Turning the knob, she had made her exit outside into the halls, closing the door as quietly as she could. "I can hear you." She was not speaking to anyone in particular, as the voice did not even have a solid form, but she just had the need to speak up. "Stop bothering my son."

Walking down the halls, she had hoped that with her keeping her distance from Wilhelm would make the voices he heard to follow her instead, at least that way he could sleep peacefully and without disturbance.

She didn't want to look for troubles, considering that there were those she had to keep it away from, there were numerous of reasons of why she should have just gone about with her day and ignore the whispers calling for her that she desperately wished to go away and leave her and her son be. She didn't even want to call it a 'voice', she wanted to believe that it was nothing but ringing in her ears that apparently had bothered Wilhelm as well.

Coming to stand in front of the two portraits that were hung in the halls. One of which her parents were standing proud and tall with their two young daughters; she was looking at the painter, smile calculated and reserved, while little Anna was actually smiling brightly at her, ignoring the tradition where she was supposed to look forward. The other was painted recently, of their growing family, with her in the middle holding the smiling Wilhelm, while Hans and Anna stood at each of her sides, even Kristoff -who stood by the Princess' side, Sven and Olaf were there too. Everyone who she ever loved were there within the castle's walls, safe and sound, and she was afraid of the risks that would come should she was to listen to her heart and followed the calling out into the unknown.

Making her way down the rounding stairs, she had found herself coming out of the small door at the side of the castle that lead to the fjord, to see the darkened waters beneath the silver moonlight as she descended the stone steps until her slippers touched the green grass by the edge of the water, her figure towering over the reflection of herself on the still surface.

What could it possibly want from her by keeping her awake like this? Was it there to distract her, her mind and her concentration, until she would make such terrible mistake that would cost her so much? Or could there be someone out there who was a little bit like her, one that perhaps shared the same magic as she? One that understood how hard could it be, for her, with her powers growing by the day?

A part of her, no matter how small or how big it was, wanted to know. It wanted to seek the answer to what had been calling for her, the reason why it had been calling for her and her son only while others had remained clueless of it.

Her magic grew around her, surrounding her with beautiful images made of glittering ice fractals that shone in the dark of the night, moving as if they were alive, running past her as it told of a story she could not understand. Swirling and ever-changing, colors switching shades and hues as it circled around her after she had released more from the palms of her hands, from a galloping horse to towering giants before they exploded in the air.

Feet picking up it's pace, she had come from a mere jog into a full run as she chased the swirling magic, up the raised ground that ended with nothing but an edge of a cliff. But her ice had grew from her feet as she ran, growing into an extension of solid block that could hold her weight as she spent the rest of her run into sliding to the very edge of her ice, hand reaching forward as she watched the leading magic fading into nothingness.

She didn't know what had gotten into her, it may be the adrenaline pumping through her system or perhaps something more, but the moment she had brought her hands down -after raising them up not long ago, the magic had created thousands -no it was hundreds of thousands, diamond-shaped ice suspended in the air that had suddenly stopped blowing against the satin nightgown she was wearing, spreading far and wide throughout Arendelle.

Upon closer inspection, there was something oddly familiar about the shapes before her. Each had their own unique markings, ancient runes that she knew of.

Air, fire, water, and earth.

A flash of light, far across the fjord and beyond Arendelle's borders, shone brightly and so suddenly that she had stumbled backward before the ice had started to fall, each and every single one of them, that she had raised her arms to shield herself from any piece that might fall on her, but none had touched or even grazed her skin.

And there was a cry, loud and shrill, one she knew so well, coming from the castle that stood in the darkened night, and her heart skipped a beat.

Wilhelm.

And yes, he can hear it, though I imagined it not as loud as Elsa did, and it's due to the fact that he's her son and thus a part of her.