The crashes of thunder and lightning could be heard far off in the distance, as another wave of terror began to disrupt the nature surrounding the kingdom.
The avalanche had thankfully been stopped by Queen Elsa a few hours ago, and the masses were settling back down for dinner.
Benji sat on Hannah's bed upstairs, using a cloth to apply pressure to the bleeding wound on her temple.
"Oh the things this girl has been through." He thought to himself as he gazed at her solemnly.
He was the only one in the room other than Hannah, since the others had gone down to the great hall to settle the people and get everything sorted out. He had offered to stay with her, until a doctor could be called upon to assess the girl's injury.
Having a child he could protect and call his own had been among the many dreams of his that had faded away with time.
These memories and dreams of a family were too painful for him now, and he often pushed down the notion in his mind.
But every once in awhile, beautiful and terrible thoughts of his beloved wife Caroline, came creeping back to him, and how he almost had everything he ever wanted.
Each thunderclap in the sky began to rip his past up from his soul, as that very same night years ago, that terrible night, that would forever change him.
**FLASHBACK** (30 years ago)
A great stroke of thunder shook the small cabin that was nestled upon the tallest hill of the kingdom, located just at the outskirts of Cattarri.
The small cabin's inhabitants were of simplistic nature, and although the man of the house was descended from high ranking generals of magic, he preferred to be out of the busy streets of the main city.
Inside, a young man of about twenty-five with dirty blonde hair and a brilliant smile sat sanding down the final piece of oak plank that completed the baby cradle he was building.
A gentle woman with light brown hair and captivating features, clutched the side of her chair and stood up, teetering over to the window to assess the impending storm.
Her brow furrowed worriedly as she rubbed her swollen baby bump. "Benji, I don't want you going into town tonight, there's a viscous storm brewing." She said looking back at her husband.
Benji looked up from his woodworking as the rain started to pour down on the roof.
"I need to purchase one last tool for the cradle, Caroline, the baby's coming any day now." He strode over to the window next to his wife, placing a hand on her stomach.
"No please don't go. It can wait until the storm has passed, my love. I'm not telling our child that her father died by being struck by lightning." Caroline scolded with a playful gleam in her eye.
He chuckled in response, looking at his wife compassionately.
"Can't you just use some spell to finish it anyhow?" She said wrapping her arms around him.
"You know I don't like to use magic darlin'. Only the greedy and powerless use magic for convenience. I'll go into town tomorrow, how's that?" He smiled placing his lips on her's, then breaking away to tend the fading fire.
Benji knelt in front of the dying flames. He picked up a match with his left hand and as he struck it on the soot coated bricks, the flame rose up and he felt his magic jolt inside of him.
The dreadful feeling filled him up from head toe. Something was wrong. Something bad was meant to happen. He could sense it in his soul, in the inner workings of the universe. He dropped the match, and its light fizzled out. Benji didn't have time to look back before the sound of a violent thunderclap struck the air.
Simultaneously, Caroline screamed out a sharp pitched cry as she crashed to her knees. Her screams only got louder and more intense as Benji flew over to hold her.
Caroline sobbed as she writhed, clutching her swollen abdomen. "B-BEN-JI IT'S THE BABY! THE BABY! AHHHHH!" She screeched out.
"SHH SHHHH, CAROLINE IT'S OK, YOU'll BE FINE, DARLIN'!" Benji grasped his wife to him so close, as he shook with sweat.
The worst thunderclap of all exploded in the sky, and lit up the outside atmosphere as if the lightning had been just above them.
And with the last clap of thunder, the storm began to move away, and the screams of his wife ceased completely.
Caroline laid over his lap utterly limp, pale, and lifeless. She was dead, and the baby, as well.
Benji looked upon Caroline's face, almost confusedly. Her mouth was ajar, and her eyes were still peeled open, but there was nothing left inside them.
His mouth was dry, as he muttered over and over again, "Caroline, Caroline, Caroline..."
He sat staring at her until day break, and didn't even notice the gushing blood on the floor from her punctured womb.
The following days were quite a blur for Benji, he had blocked them out he supposed. All he knew was he had to get out of that town, away from that place, as soon as he could.
He packed nothing with him but a week's worth of food, and hopped the first boat he came across: a fishing boat, bound for Arendelle.
He worked for the next thirty years taking odd jobs here and there around the kingdom, but mostly as a fisherman.
Although the great hardship he had endured, he never lost his kindness, as he had a heart of gold. But the past still made him ache, whenever he heard the violent clap, of an incoming thunderstorm.
**PRESENT TIME**
Benji was shook from his thoughts as Hannah groaned in pain, very disoriented, reaching up reflexively to touch her wound.
He grabbed her hand and pulled it away, and pushed the hair out of the way of the cloth. Her hair was a similar color to Caroline's, and he wondered if he had ended up with a daughter, would she have looked like this.
"Don't touch, it's ok. The physician is on his way." Benji smiled down at Hannah, and she looked back at him, distressed.
She attempted to speak, but choked at first. She cleared her throat and tried again, managing to sputter out the words.
"G-arth... I saw him, again."