{AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Okay, now we're finally getting into the good stuff!}

*

"Oh boy", I muttered under my breathe.

Emily was gouging in cake, as the children were already running ramped. Nothing serious, but the Agnarr hasn't appeared yet, I'm already feeling anxious.

"Wait, why am I feeling anxious?" I thought.

Sighing to myself, I decided to just walk a bit. The crowded square wasn't helping, just than at a corner of square next to the building a door was open by a crack.

Boredom? curiosity? Call it what you will, I was already making my way in, closing to door as best I could so no one else could catch me, if not equally get into trouble.

I suddenly found myself transported into a forest somehow. No, it wasn't a forest. the walls were surrounding the area.

Low and behold, in the near distance sitting underneath a tree was Agnarr. Suddenly I felt a bit cross with him. Here he was sitting underneath a tree, buried in a book no less, with guests waiting for him.

Instead of marching right up to him, I smiled mischievously, as I noticed the trees were semi conveniently close to one another, I could sneak up on him, or tackle him. Give him a good scare, like that nursery rhyme.

Setting forth my plan, I watched Agnarr, trying so hard not to laugh, in my mischievous plan. Reaching the tree he was under, I started to believe I could make a branch snap, and he'd still be glued to that book in his hands.

Reaching my destination, I had calmed a bit, that I was more playful than mischievous. Giggling right before I dropped, leaving my legs to let me dangle.

"Iduna!" Agnarr joyfully said.

"What are you reading your majesty?" I said.

Looking down at his book than to me. "Oh, some new Danish Author", he said casually.

"Your Majesty!" A voice called.

We both looked in the distance, to see someone dressed in finery, or a really lavish runiform. He looked so stern, and semi scary, especially as he started walking towards us. His brown hair was brushed back, he wore a beard, and a mustache, as well as metals and pins all over his sash that wrapped around upper half. His uniform didn't like Arendellian at all. It was as Light blue, like the sky on a clear day.

"Oh no, it's him again", Agnarr whispered under his breath.

I looked at him, for a second before I finally pulled himself up, to climb down. Just in time too, as once down, the stern gentleman was a step away from us. He looked fiercely at me, before turning to Agnarr to politely gesture him inside.

I looked to Agnarr to say goodbye, but his face wore a sad frown, as he didn't even look. Walking away, he say quickly "Sorry, Iduna."

I watched them as they left, completely flustered, and confused.

"What juts happened", I thought.

I made my way back to the gate, successfully sneaking back into the party, without anybody noticing. I found Emily, who was looking for me. We played the games, and waited, and talked. Until finally, Agnarr appeared, only to greet us his subjects and thanking us for coming, before waving goodbye.

I felt disappointed, but also ashamed. It's my fault. I must have gotten him in trouble. It had to have been because of me.

Walking out with leftovers, I turned to Emily to ask her forgiveness. She turned to me with a confused expression, asking what I meant by that. Afraid to upset her, I just shrugged, and said nothing.

Later that night, I was able to catch Kye before I was sent up to bed. I asked him, if the King was in trouble? But he like Emily gave me a confused expression, before again I brushed it off, pretending it was nothing.

I am now determined to make amends, and apologize to Agnarr, for getting him into trouble.

*

"The Prince is only fifteen, we shouldn't rush this sire", Sir Liam said.

"The boy's father is gone, and the future of the monarchy rests entirely in that boy's hands", said Duke William, ambassador of Servilia.

"Shouldn't we wait for him to be of age, before presenting an alliance of betrothal?" Asked Sir Liam.

Duke William glared at Sir Liam, before he walked out to join the rest of the party.

Within the palace ballroom, Dukes, Lords, and even a few royalties have come to wish the fifteen year old king a happy Birthday.

Walking out of the pool room, Duke William was still deep in conversation to Liam.

"The Prince will eventually need a wife, and the Princess of Servillia is not only close to his age, but brilliant, let alone multitalented. This boy couldn't possibly do any better." Duke William said.

"But shouldn't you ask his advisors first?" Liam said.

"Of course, it will be easy. His advisors I'm sure are equally anxious to get the boy married as soon he's of age. With his father already gone, better to simplify things by getting them acquainted early." Duke William smudged.

Liam could only sigh, and silently count to ten. Although a Lord, he's hardly as high as Duke William.

If it weren't for his timidity, he would have ditched Duke William long ago, but before he knew it, shortly have they had met, he's been under Duke William's thumb, and he didn't know how to get out.

Agnarr was sitting on his throne lost in his thoughts, unaware as Duke William and Liam was walking up to him.

Quickly losing patience, Duke William coughed a little to harshly, but it got Agnarr's attention.

Agnarr, already exhausted and tired, only looked up with his eyes, not even turning his head towards him.

"Yes?" Agnarr said, arching his left eyebrow.

"Your Majesty, the King of Servillia would like for you to meet his daughter, the Princess Katherine", the Duke proudly announced.

Agnarr, was now looking at Duke William, than to his advisor, confused. His Advisor Sir James was prepared with an answer.

"Duke William means the King of Servilia is suggesting you and the princess could perhaps become pin pales", Sir James said.

"Oh, well... I guess that would be fine." Agnarr said.

Duke William Liam bowed in respects before walking away. They didn't realize they were being fallowed by Sir James. Once out of hearing rang, Sir James got their attention.

"Duke William", James sternly said.

Duke William a bit surprised at the sudden change, turned and greeted Sir James.

"What the devil was that about?" Demanded Sir James.

"The King will eventually marry, so why not set him up sooner than later? Have them meet, it wouldn't hurt anyone," Duke William said.

"That subject isn't on the table, at the moment. In future, bring it up with me, before going to the king, otherwise this manner won't be well received." Sir James warned.

Duke William didn't need a second warning before immediately going his way, behaving himself.

Turning to Liam, Duke William still wasn't done. It was clear, he was going to make sure the Princess of Sweden was going to meet the Arendelle King.

*

Now finally laying in his bed, Agnarr was exhausted from this long tedious day. He didn't want a party, not really. The gifts were nice, but even so, everybody wanted something.

Pestering him on questions, but ignoring the obvious question in their eyes. Even whilst walking the corridors, he could hear people chatting.

"Oh poor boy, to lose a father, and young. How do you think the poor lad is doing? Does the king seem happy?"

It was all too much, he hated it when people showed pity, but never displayed any. Making him escape to the garden without anyone noticing, he was able to bring along a book, to get himself worlds away from there. The last thing he expected was Iduna.

Once appearing from the tree, it slowly dawned on him, that Arendelle subjects were invited to the Open Gates and have a party on their own. The realization, made him sick with guilt.

Before he could say anything, the Swedish ambassador came charging up to him and Iduna. In all honesty he was afraid the Duke was going to tell at Iduna.

Walking back inside, he saw Iduna make her escape in the corner of his eye, before walking inside himself.

Apparently the Duke got a bit lost, and hearing the Prince disappeared on everyone, was when he noticed outside the window, he saw Agnarr, and Iduna, secretly making her way to the king.

This caused him to be alarmed, causing his sternness when seeing it a false alarm.

Despite being exhausted, Agnarr couldn't get to sleep, even the sky was awake at this point. Agnarr crawled out of bed, and into the window seat to watch the lights in the sky.

Thinking of all the myths he's read, and legends, than thinking of Iduna, and her amazing ability to understand, or catch meanings behind even the toughest riddles and puzzles, Agnarr himself couldn't figure.

He couldn't help admire Iduna on her knowledge, especially with her openness. It was a welcome after enduring the loss of his Father.

After his father died, everyone looked at him with pity, trying to console him, but it just wasn't good enough. Than Iduna came along, and brought light into his life.

"She's a good friend", Agnarr said.

Smiling at the thought of Iduna. She's really nice, and smells nice too. I also love how she's not afraid to scrap her knee, or tell me something. She's open, holds no restraints, but at the same time, there's something she's not telling me.

Looking over to his desk, he reflects during Christmas, just after he finished his dinner, Sir James came in with a small package. Handing it to him, he said, "From your friend." In a soft tone, I knew who it was from.

Immediately, I opened the gift. It was a crotchet troll doll. Great, with green yarn, sticking up on the top of his head, with black buttons placed as the eyes.

I really loved it, I decided to put it on my desk as decor, to remind me of our conversations over myths and legends.

Suddenly, I was tired, and decided to try to go to bed. Closing my eyes, I thought to myself how I wished I could have given Iduna a gift, but it was already too late. I was hoping to ask her when her birthday was, but for some reason I'm always too nervous to ask. What does she like?

She's always playing around with anything, and too busy climbing to trees to be worried about anything. Before I knew it I drifted off to sleep, before I could think of a perfect gift.