~Chapter 13~
How long had I been here? Weeks? Days? Months? I had no sense of time whatsoever. I missed my wife and I hoped that she was alright after everything. If I knew Anna, she would take care of her sister in my absence, but knowing that I couldn't be there tore me up inside. I would get these occasional fits of anger and frustration that I couldn't act out on because my fire powers wouldn't work here. Wherever here was. It was home, it was Arendelle, but it also wasn't. I wasn't here and I felt forgotten. There was nothing I could do to help myself. I was lost. Trapped. Alone.
My uncle James was a tyrant and I hoped I'd get the chance to see his face again, so I could avenge my parents and people. Immediately upon feeling those feelings I felt a sour feeling in the pit of my stomach. I wasn't ever a man to seek vengeance even against those who have ever done me wrong. Justice-sure, but not vengeance. It's not how Pieter and Rebekka raised me. Thinking of my adoptive parents made me miss them all the more. I would give anything to be playing charades with my family. Picturing exactly what that would look like in the new kingdom. I was moved that Anna put Arendelle among the ruins of Kalde, I'd thank her the moment I could. Thinking about my family so fiercely, a light emanated from me in seconds and moments later Arendelle was filled with people. I could see them, but none of them reacted to me. Is this what it felt like to be dead? No, it was a spell...that's right. I had to keep reminding myself of these things or they seemed to fade. Though seeing people around me was the first good sign in far too long. I saw my adopted parents Pieter taking a walk with Rebekka and then saw General Mattias with his men making their rounds. Though I saw no sign of Elsa or Anna and I shouted in frustration at the top of my lungs bringing me to my knees.