I am updating so quickly with such long chapters that it's almost scary, even for myself.

"Wilhelm!"

The air raged, blowing so violently compared to the gentle breeze that had blew through Arendelle for days, strong enough to push people with it's force, prompting her to press her back against one of the buildings in town, skin making contact with the rough stone surface. There was no fire, disappeared into nothingness even before the wind had blew, from every street lamp and every candle that was lit after the loud sound of shattering ice. Water decreased until the fountains was rendered unmoving, lifeless, and even the waterfall had suddenly dried out.

The earth was next. They had to get out.

Having ran down the hills and into the castle's courtyard, she was met with nothing but an empty tall building looming over her. The staff and everyone inside must have evacuated themselves out, Wilhelm must have been brought out, Hans was there with him so he must have taken their son to safety. But her heart still raced, her hands still trembled, for as long as she had not seen her son safe with her own two eyes then she could never feel any sort of relief.

Her family was not her only concern.

The people were just as afraid, just as confused, for the events that had suddenly occurred in their kingdom. They were forced out of their homes, clad in nothing but their own sleeping wears just like she, children taken out of their beds and carried by their parents, crying and terrified.

"It will be okay!" she called out, as she led a family of four, briefly holding the boy's hand in hers as they struggled to even walk against the raging wind. "Evacuate to the cliffs!" his hand slipped through hers, as she had stayed behind while he was led forward by his own mother.

Standing in the middle of it all, she had looked around, turning head to try and find the familiar green nightgown that belonged to her sister among the greys, or the striking auburn hair of her husband's and her son's, or even Kristoff with his reindeer and Olaf, anyone.

"Hans!"

"Elsa!" Even through the wind and the commotion of people trying to get to safety, her ears were sharp in catching the voice of her husband calling for her name before she felt his strong hold against her arm, coming from behind her. "Are you crazy? Let's go!"

Wilhelm was crying in his Father's arm as the Prince brought the three of them to head for the cliffs, following the rest of Arendelle, and though she was desperate in holding him, to soothe him the way she always did, she knew that Hans could hold him far more securely at times like this, and if they ever needed her powers-

The ground below their feet rose, each of the stone that made up the pathway rising like violent tidal waves, and they had stumbled forward, with her almost falling if it had not been Hans' grip that had kept her off the ground.

All of this, this disaster that had befallen the peaceful kingdom of Arendelle, the event that had terrified children and adults alike…

She caused this.

"I don't understand. You have been hearing a voice?"

With things calming down, as each and every Arendelle citizen had been out of their houses for safety and had taken shelter up the cliffs overlooking the now empty kingdom, she had taken her time in explaining what she had been experiencing lately. Holding Wilhelm, whose cries had thankfully receded into a series of hiccups, though his body was trembling still as he clung closely to his mother, she had recalled of the moment she had heard of the call before the festival had begun, of how she had a strong believe that her son had also heard of it, as her hand kept on patting the child's back comfortingly.

The Princess had a trouble in understanding the situation at hand, as well as her auburn-haired brother in-law, as both stood before the Queen in a matter to interrogate her further.

"And you didn't think to tell any of us?" The was some sort of disappointment in Hans' voice as he spoke as his brows knitted at her direction. She could understand why the both of them had felt betrayed by her, but how could she tell them anyway? That a voice called for her and yet no one else could hear it but Wilhelm, who was far too young to understand and explain?

"I didn't want to worry you, either of you."

"We made a promise not to shut each other out." And she remembered that promise, she truly did, she had been trying her best in fulfilling it too. It was just rather silly if she was to tell them and then the voice had meant nothing.

Looking up at her husband, she was only met with a disapproving look clear across his face. "You know pushing people away would not help you." She knew, she had many experiences proving that her husband was right, that keeping things to herself was never a good choice. This thing that happened to Arendelle now had only been added to that list.

"Just," the Princess let out a sigh as she watched how the older sister had kept her lips tightly shut even after she had been bombarded by the two. "Tell us what's going on."

Reverting her gaze away from the two pairs of eyes watching her, she had taken a deep breath before she dared herself to face them once more. "I woke the magical spirits of the Enchanted Forest." There. If they wanted the truth, then she will give them the truth. She had been rather confident in her theory too. But it was the only plausible answer that she could conclude from the whole thing, the elements wreaking havoc in Arendelle matched with the four spirits that her Father had told her about in his tale and it matched with the ancient runes she had seen on the diamond-shaped ice before they fell and shattered.

And they were silent, the both of them, staring blankly at the platinum blonde haired Queen in disbelief before Hans had regained himself, blinking before his brows had furrowed, this time in confusion. "That was definitely not what I thought you were going to say."

"Wait, the Enchanted Forest?" The Princess had caught up, if only a moment slower, as her mind finally registered what her older sister had told her. "The one that Father warned us about?" The Queen had nodded then, slowly, as she felt her son had finally beginning to truly calmed down in her arms. "What would you do that?"

"Because of the voice." Because she was driven into it, led into something that she did not understand yet but her heart had felt like she had to, had seen glimpses of it through her magic. "I know it sounds crazy, but I believe whoever is calling me is good."

"How can you say that? Look at our kingdom."

"I know." She was well aware of the state of Arendelle at the moment, how their home had been turned into an empty hollow kingdom that lacked from every resource that they once had. The place that had once posed as the safe haven to everyone living in there had turned back against them, had become a dangerous place one should not step into. "It just that my magic can feel it. I can feel it." And she trusted her magic now, she trusted herself, and Wilhelm could feel it too, it must have meant something.

Exchanging looks, both Hans and Anna had let out a sigh as they gave her a small nod. "Okay." They decided to believe in her then.

The ground shook once more, and this time she had held Wilhelm tightly against her chest, shielding him as she braced for whatever it was that was coming next. She thought they would be safe up here, out of Arendelle, but if the elements had followed them here, had followed her here, then-

"Kristoff!" the blonde-haired man was lying on the ground, most definitely spoiling the robe he was wearing with dirt and a little bit of mud that was on the ground, with a rocky figure above him. "We missed you!"

Right. Kristoff's family was trolls. Anna had found out first, naturally, and had told the older sister of it, which had her eyes widened in disbelief as she sat at her desk trying to process the fact that magical trolls, like the ones in the legends and stories, were actually quite real and was the family of the man that her younger sister was courting. Even now, seeing them rolling down from the mountains, she still could not believe her eyes.

Approaching the eldest of all, Grand Pabbie as Anna had once told her, she could feel Hans' hand holding onto the small of her back as Wilhelm had peeked from the safety of the crook of her neck, curious with the being that now stood before them.

"I hope you're prepared for what you have done, Elsa." Being outside of her rule, the trolls did not necessarily require to call her by her title, and it was a little new for her who had been so used to it, but she would rather not argue with magical beings. "Angry magical spirits are not for the faint of heart."

Anna had expressed much of what she was questioning herself, of why the spirits were still angry after all these years, and why they were angry at them, at Arendelle? What has the kingdom done to be involved in such a mess of ancient war?

Magic came forth under Pabbie's order, lightning up the darkened sky with images that could tell stories. A dam, one that was very similar to what her Father had told her about, floated above their heads in the color of lilac and turquoise. "The past is not what it seemed." Changing, now it showed of a truce between two tribes, two people shaking hands, before it changed into a battle between the two. Wilhelm had whimpered then, hiding his face back, and she rested her hand against his head to comfort him. "A wrong demand to be righted." The castle appeared next, standing tall just like always. "Arendelle is not safe." Stepping forward, as the image of her kingdom had drawn her close, her eyes were wide as she kept her gaze on it. "The truth must be found. Without it," the image disappeared until there was nothing else but the empty sky, not even the stars could be seen. "I see no future."

Fingers curling around her arm, she was tugged back to return at her husband's side as he held her tight. "No future?" Exchanging looks, she knew that she and Hans had shared similar thoughts on what Grand Pabbie has said. They could not have 'no future' for their son, the kingdom was all they had, if there was no Arendelle then they had no idea what they would do.

"When one can see no future, all one can do is the next right thing."

"The next right thing," the one thing that she had to do, the one thing that the Queen was supposed to do. "is for me to go to the Enchanted Forest and find that voice." It was the only plausible way, she was the only one that could do it since she was the only adult that could hear the voice and thus followed it. Looking up, her eyes met with the ice harvester, as she already formed a plan of her own… of sort. "Kristoff, can I borrow your wagon? And Sven?"

"I'm not very comfortable with the idea of that." He looked quite unsure, as he must have felt like he had been denying the demands of the Queen but at the very same time had been sincere about his expressed feelings.

But even before she could argue further with him, the Princess had stepped forward. "You are not going alone."

"Anna, no." Sighing, she could already tell that rather than arguing with the ice harvester she was most likely going to argue with her younger sister instead. "I have my powers to protect me, you don't."

"Excuse me? I'm your sister." Barely even an argument, she had to admit to that one. If anything, it only made her wanted to protect Anna even more by having her staying behind with the others. "Between us all, I'm the only one who is the closest person to be related to the magic-wielding person in the world, and you promised that we would stay together, forever and always. Also, I have a rather loud voice."

"Having a loud voice isn't-"

She was not even allowed to finish her sentence as the Princess had taken her hand in hers, prompting her to look into her eyes. "Whatever it is, I'm coming, Elsa, and that's final."

"Me too. I'll drive." Her eyes narrowed at Kristoff, who had spoken even before she could say anything to Anna, making her had to shut her mouth before anything could come out.

"I'll bring the snacks!" Head whipping around to see the snowman passing through without a care for the world, without a care of what he had involved himself in, she could only glare at each one of them who had allowed themselves to join her even without her consent.

"When are we going?"

Now this one, she had to argue with. Turning around to face her husband, she had firmly shaken her head in disagreement at him. "No, you are staying here." His mouth opened to speak up, much like how she had earlier, and this time she got to be the one who interrupted. "You need to take care of Wilhelm."

"No offense, but out of the others, I can defend you the best." That, she couldn't really argue with. He was a master of sword-fighting, and even without his actual sword strapped on his hip at the moment he would use the argument of the fact that she could conjured one for him, she didn't need him to voice it out to know. "You need me, Elsa."

It was never about her in the first place when it comes to him though.

Tugging him along to the side, away from others so that they could gain the privacy that they needed, she had taken a deep breath as she braced herself. "Our son needs you more." How much more obvious she could possibly be when she had their son currently clinging to her at the very moment right now, weighted against her shoulder and arms, probably already half-asleep after the shock he had gone through earlier. "He's a child, Hans, we can't leave him here alone. And don't you dare even suggest we bring him along."

If something was to happened, something terrible and unavoidable, then she would rather Wilhelm lost one parent than both. She would rather have the knowledge that he was safe with his father instead of suddenly losing the both of them.

"Do you think that we have a choice?"

His hands reached forward, taking ahold of the boy, and before she could even question or protest that he was going to wake him up, Hans had pulled the auburn-haired boy away from her, holding him until she was just out of reach for him.

And it had not taken Wilhelm long to cry. To whine and kicked the air as he desperately tried to free himself and get back into her arms. "Could you imagine if you're gone for days?" Wilhelm and his separation issue, of course Hans would have used that against her. In the entirety of his life, her son had barely ever been separated from her for so long, had always cling against her in the majority of his days. Especially during times like this, when he had been afraid and freshly crying, it was far harder for her to even put him down.

If she was to go and Wilhelm was to stay, even when he had Hans with him, he would be miserable without his mother to hold and comfort him. And she would have a difficult time from the lack of knowledge whether her son was alright. God.

"Fine!" Reaching up, she had taken her son back into her arms, noting how his cries had already decreased the moment he was back into having himself pressed against her skin, his racing heartbeat receding until he had calmed back down. Narrowing her eyes disapprovingly, as she still could not believe that Hans had the nerves to do such thing, she had tightened her jaw. "But if anything was to happen to him, Hans, I swear to God-"

"He's my son too, Elsa, whatever it is that we may face will have to go over my dead body to even think of harming him."

As per the many suggestions and requests coming in the Discord channel that I'm in, Hans and Wilhelm are coming with the gang. I once planned that they didn't but well, I give what the people wants.