Thank you, dearest RedHood, for concerning over myself, I'm touched, truly. But I'm fine, this is my form of procrastination, where I'm supposed to do my college assignments but I write instead. Also yes, it's not even 24 hours and I'm updating already, I'm that lazy in avoiding my final exams.

I cannot write action sequence, for the life of me.

She really should not have brought Wilhelm along.

Venturing deep into the forest, they had called for the snowman's name, for she had sworn she had told him to stay close, told everyone to mind the fact that they should not be separated at all cost, especially in such unknown place where threats may as well be lurking just around the corner, waiting for the perfect moment of vulnerability that would take them by surprise. Having Hans carried their son instead of she the moment they had stepped into the mist brought a form of relief for her, for she knew he would be safer in the arms of his father, knowing that Hans would not act so carelessly and risked his safety.

But how far could a talking walking snowman with a mind of a child stray away from them anyway? He should not have gone too far, perhaps one different turn had led him into separating from them. She should have paid more attention to those around her instead of marveling at her surrounding, if they could not find him then-

"Olaf!" the shout coming from the Princess had their heads turning at the direction she had went into running toward, and her eyes had widened at the sight of the tornado that raged before them. She really should not have brought any of them here with her.

Seeing how her younger sister had ran straight toward it, putting herself in absolute danger, her feet had moved into chasing after her. "Anna, no!" Catching her wrist, her intention was to get her back and away from the raging vortex, but she had felt her feet lifting off the ground instead as both sisters were sucked into it, swept into the never-ending tornado.

"Elsa!"

Her first thought, as her body was violently tossed around and floating in the air, was of her son. Her ears were ringing from the deafening force, and her limbs could not find any sort of solid ground to hold on to, but her eyes searched for any sign of her little boy. She could not comprehend with the idea of him being swept into this mess as well, her heart simply could not bear even with the mere thought of it.

But there wasn't any.

Now that she had taken a closer look, the tornado had only taken her and Anna, with the addition of Olaf -whose body was separating from each other but had seemed unbothered by it, who was already inside before the two sisters were taken. The three others were left behind. That should have brought her relief.

But why did it only take the two of them? She was sure that Olaf's presence was more of an accidental thing, that he was simply on the way, but she and Anna… they were both surrounded by the others, yet it almost felt like the wind spirit -as Olaf had introduced it, had it's interest solely on the two women.

"I think I'm going to be sick!"

She would too, if only she had not endured through morning sickness for literal months during her pregnancy, where her stomach had twisted and turned far worse than her situation at the moment as she had found a way to balance herself, spreading her arms and legs to a certain degree until she did not get flipped as much.

A tree, or a large branch -she couldn't really tell in the midst of the chaos, passed through her line of vision, being brought along as the tornado made it's way through the forest, rounding pass her younger sister's before turning right back toward her, all of which Anna did not even realized as she was far too preoccupied with holding the urge to puke. Raising her hand, a blast of ice had shot through from her, going passed her sister's head and hitting the branch with such accuracy that it was sent flying away.

Her action had prompted an invisible force to round around her leg and then arms, averting her from aiming correctly with a whistle that rung high in her ears. Had this what the wind spirit truly looked like? High-pitched with flying dried leaves as the only indication that it was there? "Hey! Stop!"

There was not much time for her to even properly processed what was happening, as suddenly her surrounding had only closed in on her, becoming more violent as she was back into being tossed around, and this time she could not see nor hear her sister or Olaf with her. She had to do something, or else there might not be an end to this assault she was enduring. Gathering her hands in front of her, she had let her magic to gathered, growing as her hands grew colder, her heart raced against her chest as she felt the magic swirling in her veins.

Spreading her hands out to her side, her feet had finally touched the ground, leaves crunching under the soles of her boots, as she held back the wind from sucking her back into the vortex. Her brows knitted as she held on, but the wind was just as headstrong as it pushed back against her, muscles tensing, her eyes were shut closed as she could feel the droplets of sweat starting to run from her temple and down to her chin.

Laughter. She could hear… laughter.

Forcing herself to open her eyes, she had looked up the endless tornado, letting out a gasp as she could see images playing above her, of children running and laughing joyfully in white.

"Prince Agnarr."

It couldn't be. The boy, she felt as if she had seen him somewhere, and when that voice called for him, for his name, there was a lump growing in her throat. It was Father. The image had soon dissipated, and a man swinging his sword appeared at her side that she had flinched and lose a moment of concentration until her hands had to be brought so close to her face, having her guard shaken.

"For Arendelle."

The face of her grandfather had appeared, speaking of those two words as if he was speaking to her, and her eyes had shut back closed as her mind was filled with the sounds of battle, swords clashing against each other, of cries and shouting she could not bear to hear, of the pain that she sworn upon herself she could feel cutting through her.

"Father!"

A sudden burst of energy filled her before she had spread her hands completely, far and wide to her sides, dismissing of the vortex once and for all as she felt her body shaking after she had used so much of her energy, falling down to her knees as her breath came in heavy and short pants. She had heard the rustling of leaves as someone ran up to her before a pair of hands had been placed upon her shoulders, small and lithe that they could not belong to her husband. It was Anna who came, asking if she had been alright, and she had nodded as she rose back onto her feet. She was fine now that she was not being thrown around.

"What are these?" Looking up, she had only realized of what had surrounded her now after Kristoff had spoken up, eyes wide as she marveled at the snow-white sculptures that were created the moment she had fought of the wind spirit.

Hans had moved too, approaching one that deciphered a rearing horse, whether in the midst of starting to run or being spooked by something, either way it had looked so majestic standing on it's hind legs, frozen in place. "They look like moments in time." Wilhelm's hand had cautiously reached forward, touching the nose of the creature as he babbled, perhaps it had reminded him of Sitron, his father's horse.

"What's that thing you said, Olaf?" She moved to join them then, her own hand running over the front leg as Anna had frowned as she attempted to remind herself of one of the many facts that the snowman had told them about during his game. "The thing about water."

"Water has memory." Olaf answered, just as he made his way away from the ice sculpture in a shape of a campfire. Even now, in the midst of all this, his love for summer and heat were still present. "The water that makes up you and me has passed through at least four humans, and or animals, before us." Her nose scrunched at that, of the thought that was anything but pleasing, and when she glanced at her son, even he had a look of confusion on his face, though she doubted that he truly understood any of it. "And remembers everything."

The wind spirit had returned, with that same pitched whistling and rustling of leaves that it carried as it's only physical form, though this time it had reduced into a gentler and even playful being as it swirled around each one of them. Wilhelm was delighted as he clapped his hands, giggling when Gale -as Olaf had named it apparently, swirled around him.

What had made her heart skipped a beat was when the boy had been lifted out of his father's arms, floating in the air as she let out a terrified squeak, making quick move to get her son back as the wind spirit had thankfully returned him into her arms safely, though still she had narrowed her eyes in slight irritation, holding the unbothered young Prince close as she moved to keep him away from the elemental being.

"Mama, Mama!" Wilhelm had leaned toward her side, arms reaching out just as he followed the direction that Gale had moved to, prompting the adults to follow his gaze as well to see a one particular sculpture that none had noticed before. It was of two people, not even had gone through with their teenage years, a boy being held up by a girl.

Anna had come close to the boy's face, studying him with knitted brows as her hand ran over the surface of his shoulder. "Father." Her word had come in a whisper before she had looked up at the older sister that had joined her. "That's Father." And indeed it was, it was the same boy that she had seen in the tornado earlier, the one that someone had called by their Father's name, they recognized the Arendelle's Prince outfit he was wearing.

But it was the girl that had drawn her attention more, had made her tilted her head to a side as she watched Wilhelm's finger ran over her cheek. "This girl…" there was something familiar about her, as if she had known her before, had seen someone like her in her life, but she couldn't quite seem to be able to put a name on that face.

"She's saving him." Glancing up, she had nodded in agreement at her husband's words, as he was able to study such action so quickly even when he had stood further away than her and Anna.

"She's Northuldra." Now that Kristoff had mentioned it, she realized that it was indeed the truth. The clothes she wore, she had never seen it before anywhere else, too traditional to be worn by a person of Arendelle. But if it was true, then what of the battle between the two-

A horn was blown loudly, it's sound echoed throughout the forest, awakening the birds as leaves on the trees rustled harshly. The hold around her neck tightened, as her son hid his face in the crook of her neck, and she had adjusted her hold on him with a gentle bounce as to free one of her arms. Hans moved forward, standing on her left as to shield their son further as they moved backward, avoiding the sounds coming right in front of them.

"What are you going to do with that?"

Blue eyes glancing after hearing Kristoff's low hiss, it had seemed that her younger sister had acquired a sword made of ice from one of the sculptures, though she had expressed her zero knowledge on what she was going to do with it. Anna could be repulsive at times, and even when both of them knew that she had no experience wielding a sword -a sword fighting game that they did during their childhood was not counted as one, she still had the need to hold one.

It may have been jealously that had driven her husband to nudge her at her side, making her looked up at him questioningly as he gestured at his empty hand. "A little help, wife?" Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she had quickly conjured his own ice sword, tossing it precisely into his hand.

What drove Anna to charged head first forward was beyond her, as she could only watched in total disbelief as the Princess swung her sword with such force that it had completely cleaned off the bushes before her, revealing the crowd of Northuldra behind it as she came rushing back to rejoin their group. A couple more of the tribe had revealed themselves to once perched up the trees as they came landing right before their eyes, staffs held up as a form of weaponry as Wilhelm let out a quiet whimper that only drove her to raise her own hand more defensively.

"Lower your weapon."

And she wanted to hiss at the young woman to lower hers, as it was a clear threat that had scared her son, but the sound of clanking as metal hit metal brought them to whipped around in alarm, as they had not heard the ones behind them before.

"And you lower yours."

She recognized those uniform, the crest on the shields the men were holding, they are Arendellian soldiers. Though she could not recognize their faces, they were unfamiliar to her, and she was proud to say that she remembered each of the guard and soldier under her reign. Unless they were never under her reign to begin with.

"Why does that soldier look so familiar?" She had not paid much attention to her younger sister -who apparently had recognized one of the soldiers, as her eyes had returned to the young woman before her, she was the closest to her than any others, and the closest to her meant that she was also the closest to Wilhelm. She was her biggest threat at the moment.

Whatever it was that Anna had done behind her back had triggered both sides, Northuldra and Arendelle, to charge forward, ready to attack as she saw Hans had raised his own sword as well, readying himself to defend them. But there were too many of them, even with Hans' skill in wielding a sword and Anna's impulsive self, even with Kristoff's large build and her magic, battling both sides would put them in danger.

So she did what she thought was best. Unleashing her magic downward to the ground, she had created a layer of ice that quickly spread on the ground, beneath everyone's feet but hers and her family's, sending their attackers to slip and fall from the sudden smooth layer of slippery ice, stopping the confrontation that would have arisen.

"That was magic." The one that they had called Lieutenant had his eyes wide as he looked at her in disbelief, speaking to the Northuldra woman that had fallen close to him as he continued to slide slowly on the ice. "Did you see that?"

"Of course I saw it."

But this was not the kind of introduction she wanted to do, she would never want to expose herself like this if the circumstances had gone differently and she did not feel threatened. Sighing, she had called for her magic to return to her, for her ice to retreat until everyone could stand back on their feet, even dismissing of both ice swords that Hans and Anna had held in their hands as she didn't need for them to appear threatening. "I am Queen Elsa of Arendelle." She didn't need to introduce the rest, to tell them who each of them was, her status as Queen was all that was needed to show that she was who they were to speak to. "I have awoken the elemental spirits, forcing us out of our kingdom, and now our only hope is to find the truth about the past."

"Why would nature reward a person of Arendelle with magic?" She must have been the leader of the Northuldra, the older woman that was once fallen by the Lieutenant's side, the way she had held herself as she stood was different from the other. Her years of being Queen and meeting leaders of neighboring kingdoms had trained her to see the difference.

"Perhaps to make up for the action of your people." The Lieutenant shot back, clearly the years of being stuck in the forest had not decreased the hatred boiling between the two sides.

"My people are innocent. We would have never attacked first."

"May the truth be found." Anna had wandered off by herself once more, coming close to the Lieutenant as she tilted her head, brows furrowing in deep concentration as her fingers were raised to mimic a square. The gesture had confused the man, for obvious reasons, as he leaned his body back to avoid the Princess.

"That's it!" the strawberry blonde-haired Princess had suddenly shouted, as she seemed to have figure out whatever it was she was thinking, prompting the older sister to come approach her. "Lieutenant Mattias! Library, second portrait on the left, you are our Father's official guard." The details that Anna had on the man was incredible, to say the least, as she was able to recognize him from a mere portrait that was painted years ago, even able to name where it was hung in the castle.

"Agnarr." The man had spoken their Father's name with such gentle tone, he had known him from his youth, back when he was merely a young Prince. His face had fallen though, when realization hit him, for she was still young and yet she was Queen. "What did happen to your parents?"

And even then her shoulders had slumped, as well as Anna's, eyes darted downward as the old pain came crawling back. "Our parents' ship went down in the Southern Seas seven years ago." It was still such a painful and hard day for them, when servants had come bearing the news, even worse she could not comfort her younger sister, too afraid of her powers.

His dark eyes glanced toward the little boy held close against his mother, a small gentle smile on his lips when Wilhelm had peeked out curiously. "And that is your son?" She had nodded then, eyes glancing back at Hans who stood close by before turning her attention back just to see the older man nodded. "Soldiers." Turning his head to address his mates, Mattias had lifted up his shield once more. "We may be getting old in years but we're still strong." They moved to stand between them and the Northuldra, defenses raised. "And proud to serve Arendelle."

This was not what she wanted, for them to stand up and fight again, her intention had always been to avoid any sort of confrontation. "Wait, please." Stepping forward, she had stood between the Arendellian soldiers and the Northuldra, facing the tribe with lowered hand to show that she meant no harm. "Someone has called me here. If I can just find them, I believe they have the answer to free this forest." To free them, to lift the curse, and to get back home. "Trust me, I just want to help."

The Northuldra leader shook her head, even when she had plead the woman still would not take her words to heart. "We only trust nature. When nature speaks, we listen."

A sudden burst behind her had shocked everyone, making them turn just as fire consumed the nearby tree, making the people around to jump back to avoid getting licked by the flames.

"Fire spirit!"