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The safety of her son became her first priority.

Chaos erupted the moment the fire spirit had beginning to set the forest ablaze, flames crawling around the barks, over the dried leaves on the ground, and even leaping between trees; sending people in a hurried rush in attempt to avoid it at all costs, shouting for them to head for the river where they would seek the safety of water.

A body collided with hers, sending her stumbling backwards with Wilhelm in her embrace before a pair of arms had wrapped themselves securely around her, only then she had realized that it was her husband who had came for her, using his own body to shield her and their son out of harm's way.

"Take him!" Shoving the boy into his father's arms was not the gentlest thing that she had done, but fire was quickly surrounding them and she needed the both of them to get as far as they possibly could to safety, away from all of this, and Hans could run far quicker than she. He did hold their son close, one hand cradling his head in form of comfort as the boy had started to cry in fear once more, but he didn't move, had only glared at her as a silent demand for her to come as well, and that had made her shove him. "God, Hans, go!"

She promised him that she was right behind them, that she would follow him to safety like any sane person would, but her path was cut by the sudden flames that appeared right by her feet, separating her. And she had to admit, she was angry.

Angry for these spirits that had kept on endangering her and her family -her young son, angry for the fact that they had driven her people out of the kingdom as they rendered it from being a safe place to a literal disastrous land, angry for their action of locking these people, Arendelle and Northuldra, in this forest for years without a mean to release them even when it had not been their fault.

Blast after blast was shot from her hands as she chased the running fire, but her accuracy could not keep up with how quick and agile the spirit was moving, leaving her ice into freezing the flames without actually catching it. And if she could put out the fire then she would. Her aim became meaningless as she waved her hands wherever fire was burning, but for each round of flame that she put out another had quickly replaced it somewhere else.

"Anna!" Her sister's name was shouted, in the middle of all the forest fire, and she had taken her time into realizing that the Princess was standing there, surrounded, coughing from the thick smoke as she tried desperately to cover her nose and mouth with her cape.

Her heart skipped a beat at the sight. Of her younger sister in danger, helpless, that she had let out such large amount of her magic to dissipate of the flames around her, so much and so sudden that the moment Kristoff had swept the Princess up onto Sven, her body had given away until she was on her hands and knees. "Get her out of here!"

There was no time for her to gather much of her energy, as she had barely standing up when the fire spirit had returned and her chase for it had continued, down the hills as she put her magic back to work of putting out the flame. It was headed for the Northuldra's village, and she had taken it upon herself to make sure that no flame would even touch their houses, blocking the spirit's path whenever it came too close, until it had nowhere to go but into a small hole.

There, she had it trapped, her magic gathered in her hands until they turned ice cold, raised as she was ready to end this.

Until she lowered her hands back and her magic receded at the sight before her. She had trapped the fire spirit, but the closer she had looked, the more she realized that the spirit that people had feared so much was a… salamander?

A salamander that could spit fire.

She had lowered herself until she was practically sitting on the ground as she approached the hissing animal, and had dodged the blast of fire that was directed at her head with ease, waving her hand over to the burning tree behind her even without looking, putting out the fire as she maintained her eye contact with the spirit in the form of an actual being, which was a relief from Gale's invisible form.

It seemed that her display of magic would always made the elemental spirits to take a certain interest at her, as the salamander had blinked confusedly, tilting it's head to a side as it watched her did the same. And it actually came out of the hole, out of curiosity, approaching her slowly and carefully, and she had held her hand out, offering it as a gesture of that she possessed no harm. A hiss and a tiny white cloud of vapor rose when the salamander's hand touched the tip of her finger, created from their opposing temperature, but it had only urged it to climb onto her palm, spreading heat on her skin as she tried to lower the temperature of her palms even more to provide herself comfort as she lifted the salamander up.

It found comfort in her coldness too, as it snuggled against her skin the forest fire behind her had receded until there was nothing to see, as if fire had never consumed them in the first place. Chuckling, as she found that no matter how dangerous it may have been earlier, this small thing on her hand was rather adorable if it was not spitting fire everywhere. Raising her hand, she had conjured a small snowfall, watching as the salamander stuck it's tongue out to catch a snowflake.

The voice called for her once again, it felt like it had not in a long time, and this time it was not just her whose head had perked up, but the spirit's as well. "You hear it too." She shouldn't be as surprised as she was right now, considering that the elemental spirits must have a connection to the voice anyway. "Somebody is calling us. Who is it? What do we do?"

As if to answer her question, one of the two anyway, the salamander had jumped off her hand, heading toward a rock before it stopped and looked at her, inviting her. She had to keep going north.

"Elsa!" A second body collided against her, pouncing onto her back as her sister's arms came to wrap around her body. "Oh, thank goodness!" She had turned around then, with her sister's hand coming to hold hers between them, eyes wide with relief. "Are you okay?"

"What were you doing?" She could not believe that the Princess had asked if she was alright, as she was the one who had been so reckless earlier. And the tone that she had used must have been unexpected for the strawberry blonde-haired Princess had her fingers slipping out of her grasp as she took a step backward, face falling. "You could have been killed! You can't just follow me into fire!"

The expression changed again, as now Anna's brows had furrowed deeply, jaw tightening as she glared at the older sister. "You don't want me to follow you into fire, then don't run into fire!" Shooting back, she had rarely ever seen her sister to angry before, especially not to her. Her anger had not been long lasting though, as the turquoise eyes had softened once more. "You're not being careful, Elsa."

She truly wasn't. she followed through with her raging emotions that drove her to chase after the fire spirit, all because she believed that her magic could protect her, could serve as a way for her to escape should it came that way. Sighing, she had nodded as her shoulders came into a slump. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"I've been better."

Rustling of leaves had made both sisters turned their heads around even before the Queen had gotten a chance to comfort her younger sister, eyes catching the sight of the auburn-haired Prince coming to approach them, breathing in quick pants, as he held the softly whimpering child in his arms, no doubt terrified of the whole experience he had gone through. Coming to meet them, her eyes had met with her husband's in a silence question of their wellbeing, one that he had responded with a slight nod of confirmation as she took their son into her arms.

"Here," Anna had come behind her, offering their Mother's scarf that she had been carrying in her bag for her to wrap Wilhelm in, one that she received with a smile of gratitude. "He'll feel better with this."

"Where did you get that scarf?" The older woman had questioned, eyeing the fabric that was now wrapped around the young Prince, while she and the rest had stared back at her in confusion. A pair of young Northuldras had approached then, confirming that it was a Northuldra scarf, and that it came from one of their oldest families.

"It was our Mother's."

She had always had this scarf for as long as she could remember, had always worn it over her shoulders during the night to keep herself from the cold. She had found it amongst her Mother's belongings that was stored up a few years ago, when she had gone through it to sort things out, and had felt it held too much precious memory to toss out. But if what they claimed was true, if this scarf had belonged to a Northuldra, then-

Taking her sister's hand in hers, she had tugged her along, down the small pathway of the forest, passing the tall trees that now stood silent without burning fire consuming it, until they came back to where they had seen the ice sculptures that she had created from her earlier confrontation with the wind spirit.

The sculpture of their Father in his youth, saved by a girl that she had felt familiar of, she knew who she was. She had worn the same scarf that bore the same intricate design with the one that she had wrapped her son in, her ice had not missed a single detail of it. "I see it," that face, she should have realized this sooner, that similar face that she and Anna had both inherit. "It's Mother."

"Mother saved Father's life that day."

The voice he told he had heard, it was hers, it was their Mother's kind heart and selfless act that had saved him from the doom that would have befallen him should he was to stay in the Enchanted Forest that day. It was her who brought him back to Arendelle despite the fact that she would have to leave her own tribe.

"Our Mother was Northuldra."

Her husband came to stand by her side, a hand resting on her shoulder, but there was something off with it, as instead of holding her like he usually had done, his hand had felt heavy against her, as if he was leaning his weight on her. Turning her head to look at him, she had noted the paleness of his face, of the glistening of sweat that rolled down from his temples despite the coldness of the night that had befallen them. "Hans," she didn't want to alarm her son, whose aunt had thankfully moved to get him out of her arms after noticing that there was something wrong with the auburn-haired Prince as well, and she had placed a hand over his chest to steady him. "Is everything alright?"

He didn't answer her, his hand had merely come to hold hers that rested on his chest, brows furrowing before he had lost his footing, eyes rolling back as she suddenly found herself struggling under his dead weight, holding him upright the best she could and slowly failing as her muscles was unable to withstand him.

"Hans!"

How could she had missed this?

Running the damp cloth over his abdomen, she had to take a shaky deep breath whenever her eyes laid themselves on the sight of the ugly redness of the burned skin on the side of his torso, shutting them close for a moment as she attempted to calm herself down from shaking too much. He had been injured, somewhere during her foolish chase of the fire spirit he had been running and keeping their son safe without minding for his own, had the flames licking against his body, deep and hot enough that it could actually penetrated the layers of clothing he had been wearing, the clothes had now becoming a heap at one corner of the small hut the Northuldra had generously offered for her to use.

They had carried him back to their small village while she followed close by after telling Anna to keep Wilhelm away as to not frightened the boy further and the Princess had promised her that she would distract him while his mother tended to his father. She had been the one who undressed him, careful hands peeling off the jacket and the shirt he was wearing while she avoided the scar that laid there. She could not use her ice to fix him, as Yelena -the Northuldra's leader who had introduced herself rather quickly, had told her that the extreme difference in temperature would only damage his skin further, and had handed her a bowl of water and a cloth for her to use in cleaning his wound instead before she had left her alone with her husband.

"You are such a fool." Speaking through gritted teeth, she had glared at the man who had merely beginning to gain his consciousness back, as his hand moved to hold onto her inner thigh while she sat by his side on the bed, though her vision had started to blur from the tears she refused to let down. "Look what you have done to yourself. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

He was delirious from the pain he had been going through, though it had reduced after she had cleaned and cool it down with the clean water she used on him, because he had that stupid half smile tugging at the corner of his lips even after she had called him a fool. "You are so beautiful, Elsa." His fingers curled around her thigh, though even his grip was weak, and she had only glared back at him. "I'm sorry, darling." His eyes searched around the small space before they returned to hers. "Where's Wilhelm? How is he?"

"Outside, with Anna. He's fine, just a little shaken up."

She moved to dry his wound, watching carefully whenever he had let out a wince, noticing even when he had tried to mask it away from her. Dressing it gently to avoid pressure on the wound, she could not help the satisfied sigh that came from her after seeing her handiwork. It was not the best, but better than she had expected herself to be capable of.

"Elsa," his hand moved to hold her hand, just after she had set her equipment down, using it to pull her closer to him until she was leaning down, faces merely inches apart until she could feel his hot breath against her skin.

"Elsa!" the abruptness of the call had made her pulling away as quickly as she could, head whipping toward the entrance where Olaf had let himself through. Hans had groaned, rather out of frustration than pain, and yet it seemed that the snowman had completely being oblivious to it. "Anna said I should get you, she said Wilhelm is being fussy again."

Nodding as she thanked her snow creation, she had watched him waddling back out before turning to her husband as she stood up from the simple bed, dusting her jacket of any sort of dirt that may have stuck. "Duty calls."

"Go be the great Mama that you are." Hans smiled, just as she leaned down to give him a quick kiss on the lips, promising him that she would come back soon and telling him that he should take as much rest as he could. "I'll be here."

When she had exited from the hut, her eyes faced no difficulty in finding her son, who was whining in his aunt's arms, a sight that was so rare since he usually found the strawberry blonde-haired Princess to be almost as comforting as his own mother. "What's wrong, my poor little Prince?" the drastic change of surrounding must have made him quite uncomfortable as she took him, freeing her sister from the assault of kicking feet and clenched fists of a toddler. "Come, let's sit by the fire."

Honeymaren was sitting there, with a baby reindeer resting it's head on her lap, and she had smiled when the platinum blonde haired Queen had joined her on the ground. "He's a handsome boy, your son."

"He is." Smiling, she had placed the young Prince to sit on her lap, holding him back as he had move to lean toward the crackling fire, running the tip of her finger gently across the bridge of his nose before giving a 'boop' at the tip of it. "Just like his father."

A comfortable silence fell over them, though not for long as Honeymaren's dark eyes had drifted back toward the scarf around the boy. "I'm going to show you something. May I?" she had gestured for the scarf, and seeing that Wilhelm had not seem to mind the young lady, she had nodded, letting her take one of the corners as she held the design on it on her palm. "You know air, fire, water, and earth." The four spirits that was told in her Father's tale, she had met the first two. "But look," finger pointing toward the middle of the four designs, she was brought to pay attention to the singular diamond shape. "There's a fifth spirit. Said to be a bridge between us and the magic of nature."

"A fifth spirit." She had never heard of this before, of the mysterious form that said to have called out the day before the forest was covered in the powerful mist. What would this mean? "Do you think that's who's calling me?" It would give her some sort of an explanation, as up until now no one had any idea whose voice she and Wilhelm had been hearing, none of the Northuldra nor the four spirits had the ability to call for her to come here.

"Maybe. Alas, only Ahtohallan knows."

The ground beneath them shook, even before she could say anything, as Wilhelm had pressed his back against her chest further as she held him closer, continuing in a slow but sure rhythm.

"Earth giants." Honeymaren's low hiss had been an answer to her silent question, as her hand motioned for her to stay quiet before she moved to get the bucket of water nearby, pouring the content to dissipate of the fire they had used to keep warm as she rose up to her feet. The other Northuldra moved to close the doors of their huts, dismissing of any source of light. "Hide."

Her back pressed against a tree, not her best form of hiding place but considering that it was the nearest thing that she could reached for she couldn't really complain much, holding her son close with his back against her chest still, propping him up with one arm while the other wrapped around his body.

The shake had only increased as the giants had come closer, and though she knew it was a foolish thing to do she had dared herself to look over the tree, curiosity had gotten the best of her as she wanted to see for herself of how the earth spirit had taken it's form. And it was literally gigantic, towering past the trees, almost as high as Arendelle's highest tower, dark and looming under the night sky.

"Mama…"

She had moved back around as fast as she could just as the giant had come into a stop, it's head snapped and turned toward her direction after hearing Wilhelm's sudden whimper, hand pressing against her son's mouth to prevent him from making further noises as her heart raced against her chest, placing her head on top of his as she shut her eyes. Why now, why during the time where they had to be quiet, that Wilhelm had decided to make a noise? She couldn't blame him much, as he must have just felt how fearful she was, and that was what had prompted to take a deep breath to try and calm herself down, because if he felt her calming down then he would to.

Thankfully the ground had started to shake once more, as the giant continued it's journey, slowly disappearing as it walked further away from the village. Believing that it was safe for her to come out, she had started to follow the path to where they were going, but a hand had grabbed her arm, tugging her down as her sister glared at her. "Please tell me you were not about to follow them."

"What if I can settle them, like I did with wind and fire?"

"Or, what if they can crush you before you even get the chance?" Anna retorted with a sharp whisper, eyes glancing down at her nephew before she had shaken her head disapprovingly at her older sister. "And were you honestly planning on bringing Wilhelm along, after he had proven to not being able to stay silent?"

She was right. She couldn't bring Wilhelm along, not anymore, and not because he couldn't stay silent but because she had literally put him in too much danger in a matter of a day. What kind of a mother she was, to let her toddler son to be tangled in such endangering quest that had put him in harm's way.

"The giants sensed me, they may come back again." Her presence had lured them there, to come down from the north, away from where they usually lurked during the night. "I don't want to put anyone at risk again. We have to go, Anna."

"What about Hans?"

He was injured, he could not continue on, she didn't want him to continue on, not after what he had endured. Taking a deep breath, she had turned to look at her younger sister with a sad smile. "Wait for me."

Making her way toward the hut where he had rested, she had found him sleeping, as apparently the giant's thunderous footsteps could not wake him. Sitting down, she had brushed the fallen hair out of his face with such gentle touch before she had leaned down and press a light kiss on his lips. "I'm sorry, darling." Repeating his own words for him, she had straightened herself back up as she turned her attention at her son, giving him a similar kiss on his forehead. "Be a good boy, Wilhelm, stay here with your Papa, alright? Mama will make this right and then we can go home."

For once in his life, Wilhelm had not protested when she had set him down by his father's healthy side, cradled in his arm as she created a diamond shaped ice crystal for him to hold. She had learned, a long time ago, that her son was not affected by the cold at all, much like she, though he had truly did not inherit her ability to create ice magic. This crystal would serve as a matter of reminder of her for him, just until she returned, and if something was to happen to her… Hans would understand.

When she had exited once more, she was taken by surprise to see her sister standing with only Olaf at her side, and when asked of the whereabout of Kristoff and Sven she had merely shook her head as she had no idea of their whereabouts.

But they did not have much time to wait around for them. If the sun had risen before they were gone, Hans may have woken up and insisted on joining with them, no matter what she would tell him.

Thus, it was only the three of them that journeyed north.

Now, don't hate me on leaving the boys behind, okay? But writing a large group of people is hard when you don't want to make people feel as I'm ignoring most of them. Also, Elsa is being reasonable because the journey ahead is even more dangerous.