~3rd Person POV~

The letters had arrived to their destined locations right on the time they were supposed to be, and to say that the invited guests were shocked is an understatement. They were beyond shocked. Confusion, anger, and excitement filled them, diving deep into the very marrow of their bones, which of course brought a few quarrels.

"We're not going," said Francisco, the grandfather to the Crown Princess of Avalor, Princess Elena.

"But Abuelo," she tries, standing her ground, "forging an alliance with Arendelle will be beneficial for us." And for extra measure, she adds: "For Avalor. Why should we not go?"

And to her grandfather, the answer is simple. "Because they betrayed us, Elena," he spat, which shocked not only Elena but the rest of her council. "King Runeard turned his back on us when we needed him most."

His wife, Luisa, knew very well on what he meant, and felt his pain, whereas the others, besides Elena and Estaban, had no clue on what Francisco was going on about. However, they stayed silent as the scene before them unfolded.

"King Runeard no longer lives. He's been dead for years, and according to Arendelle's soon-to-be Queen, she is well aware of his betrayal," Elena said, as she walks over to her grandfather, who sat in his seat at the Council table. She takes his aging hands and holds them in hers, gently squeezing them. "She wants to mend the bonds that her grandfather broke. A person that she's never met. She's only 2 years older than me and she's becoming Queen, Abuelo. She's so young. Inexperienced. She and I can learn a lot from each other. You don't have to go if you don't want to, but I am."

And everyone knew, Francisco included, that when Elena wants something done, she makes sure it happens.

And miles away, another princess said something similar.

...

"How do you expect me to rule Transylvania one day if you keep me locked inside the castle?" said the 'young' princess of Transylvania, Princess Mavis. "I'm 118 years old and I've never been beyond the castle walls. I'm bored dad. This will be a good learning experience for me. I could learn a lot. I could...I could make friends."

The Princess of Darkness with a Heart of Light looks away from her father to stare into the eyes of her mother. Eyes made of paint.

Mavis never knew her mother, she was killed by humans when Mavis was a baby, but according to her father she's a lot like her. Curious. Adventurous. Friendly. Things that a vampire shouldn't be. Things that her father loved in her mother, but now fears in her, his daughter.

"Humans are not and will never be your friends, Mavis," her father, King (or Count as he likes to be called) Dracula said as gently as he could to his daughter, knowing that it hurts her.

"You were friends with King Runeard though," Mavis said as she turned back around to face him, "And just because his son, Agnarr, ended the alliance with us for reasons we don't know, doesn't mean that we shouldn't give Agnarr's daughter a chance to fix it. Her wanting to fix it is enough, I think."

Dracula shook his head. "I was never friends with Runeard. He was an ass. I used him and he used me. That's all an alliance is, honey-bat. Taking advantage. And since Elsa is Runeard's granddaughter, I'm sure she's just the same as him. Or perhaps she won't socialize as much just like her father. Either way, whichever one she takes after, won't be beneficial for us. She's just like every other human, my dear. Selfish and cruel."

Mavis throws her head back and groans. That's all her father thinks humans are, but deep down Mavis believes that humans are more than just...monsters.

"Oh come on dad!" She tries to reason. "Elsa sounds like a really sweet girl. She's becoming Queen without the guidance of her parents. Without the guidance of...of her mother." Her shoulders slump and as she goes to sit down on her bed, she transforms into a bat, her bat ears drooping automatically, and her blue eyes tearing up. "Unlike me, she knew her mother, but just like me she lost her too. I guess that's where I'm lucky. She grieves someone she knew. I think being motherless would hurt more if I actually knew Mom."

She sighs and quickly continues before her father could try to comfort her. "Look, my point is, Elsa knows what it's like to be motherless. I just...I just want a friend who understands."

And unbeknownst to Mavis, she just said the magic words.

Dracula's heart (which does beat), shattered at his daughter's grief, and while a picture cannot talk, looking at his wife's portrait gave him all the guidance he needed. Martha wouldn't want this for their daughter. She'd want her to explore the world, and while he's not ready for Mavis to see the entire world yet, he supposes this one trip to Arendelle won't be too bad. Just a little taste.

And hopefully she'll hate it so much that she'll never want to leave Transylvania again.

"Alright," he finally says after a moment of heavy thinking. "We'll go."

Mavis gasps and is quick to shift back to her normal form. She steps on her bed so she's towering over her dad. "Are you serious?" She asks with wide, excited eyes.

Dracula chuckles. "As serious as the dead."

Mavis squeals, jumps on her bed a few times, and pounces on her father, arms wrapping tightly around his neck, literally taking his breath away. He didn't complain though. No, he hugged her right back, happy to hold her which he so rarely does these days.

But the worry did not leave his mind.

And he isn't the only father who was worried.

...

"Now that Tumaro is thriving, they want to align their-selves with us?" said the Caveman Chief of Tumaro, Grug. "Ridiculous."

But like a lot of things, he was the oddball out. Everyone else in his chaotic family was excited for the coronation party.

"Oh come on dad," said his eldest daughter and heir, Eep, as she takes the letter from his hands. "This sounds fun. I could use a change of scenery too. Maybe even a new wardrobe. Ooohhh I wonder what their shoes look and feel like!"

"And just think of all the food they have!" Said Thunk, Eep's brother and the second eldest.

And of course, Guy, Eep's boyfriend (or mate as they like to call each other in secret) added in his personal opinion, much to Grug's annoyance. "They must have some really cool inventions too. I wonder how much they cost? I'd love to bring some back. Or maybe some new materials to make new inventions of my own."

Grug rolls his eyes. Being the overprotective father that he is, Grug hated Guy at first. He hated him with a passion, but as time passed the Chief grew fond of the boy who holds his daughter's heart. He sees him like his own son now, but that does not stop him from being annoyed with him whenever he's too touchy with Eep or when he adds in an opinion that goes against his favor, which he's doing now.

Eep beams at her boyfriend and took his hand in hers. "And with an alliance you can invent so many new things. Both for us and for this Ar-en-delle place. You'd be known throughout their entire land."

Guy squeezes her hand and grins. He opens his mouth to speak, but Grug interrupts before he could breathe a word.

"You all do know that we're not going right?"

But he knew otherwise, especially when his mother-in-law laughs. "Do you hear him?" she says, hand over her belly as she laughs some more. "This idiot really thinks we're going to listen to him. We got invited to a party, and I'll be damned if I don't get my party on. Who's with me?"

Guy, Eep, and Thunk all cheer, while Ugga scolds her mother, leaving Chief Grug to walk out of the cave in annoyance.

The day you drop dead, he thinks to himself in regards to his mother-in-law, is the day the I get my party on.

And while this went on, an Ogre in another kingdom also refused to go.

...

"I don't care if you want to bring me along, Artie," said the grumpy, tired voice of a very well known ogre named Shrek. "I'm not a toy you can just take with you whenever you want. Plus, I'm a dad now. To not one, but three wee babies. You'll have to take someone else."

And before the young king of 6 months could open his mouth to protest, his cousin is quick to answer. "Well, I'll go then."

And it shocks everyone in the room.

"What?" Says Shrek at the same time King Artie excitedly says, "Really?!"

Fiona hands her daughter to her mother, the baby ogre giggling all the while, and when Felicia is safely secured in her grandmother's arms, Fiona says, "I never got the chance to travel overseas and talk politics with other royals. I got locked away in a tower remember? This sounds fun, and honestly I could use the vacation. Plus, Artie and I need some bonding time. Right, cousin?"

Artie's smile is genuine. "Right! We could learn together."

But the idea of his wife leaving to travel in an unknown land scared Shrek. She's an ogre for crying out loud. The Queen of Aren-whatever may know of Ogres but does the rest of her land know the same? Will they not scream in fear at the sight of his wife? Will they not immediately turn for their weapons? Their fire?

Fiona can take care of herself, Shrek knows this, but it does not stop his worry.

"Wait, hold on," Shrek pleads, looking at his wife in disbelief, "You're not serious are you?"

Fiona knew he wasn't going to like the idea, but she still frowns. "I am, actually. I know it's very sudden. I did just agree to it after all, but Shrek," she sighs before taking hold of his hands, "something is missing and I don't know what it is. I think it might be my purpose-"

"Your purpose?!" he repeats in a cry. "What do you mean your purpose? You have one. You have three," and he points to each of their three children. Felicia in her grandmother's arms, Farkle on the back of Donkey, and Fergus on the floor with Puss.

Fiona shakes her head. "No, you don't understand. I've been feeling this way even before the kids were born. Before they were even conceived. Please, Shrek. I need to do this. This is my chance. If you won't go with Artie, then I will."

"I'd go with you to help guide you," says Queen Lillian as Felicia plays with the shoulder puffs of the Queen's dress, "but I doubt Shrek would survive being here alone with the kids if I went-"

"Hey!"

"-So I shall prepare you and Artie some notes." Because unbeknownst to everyone, Queen Lillian is overwhelmed with guilt. If she and her late husband hadn't have sent their daughter away, Fiona would have all the royal experience that she's seeking out now. And yet, if they hadn't have sent her away, she wouldn't be where she's at now in life. And she knows her daughter would do it all over again if it meant being where she's at now, with her husband and kids and friends and mother.

If only her father were here too.

"Now hold on a second." Shrek said, trying to keep his cool. He doesn't like to admit it, but his mother in law is quite scary. If he were to lose his temper, he'd end up getting a punch to the face and a kick to the balls from her. "Fiona are you sure you want to do this? The children need you."

And Donkey, never wanting to be left out, said: "Uh, Shrek? It sounds like you do."

Shrek glares at his very first and very best and very annoying friend. He opens his mouth to make a remark, but Fiona cut in before the pair of friends went into a quarrel. "The children will be fine," she says, reassuringly as she took her husband's hands into her own. "You had your adventure with Artie. It's time I do too."

And in the village of Berk, someone else was longing for an adventure as well.

...

"An alliance is exactly what we need right now," says Hiccup, the new Chief of Berk, to his most trusted circle of friends and family as he held Elsa's letter in his hands.

"You're right," says Astrid, "Berk does need new allies, but we need a healthy Chief more. Hiccup, even the blind can see how exhausted you are. Are you sure you have the energy for this? You need a break."

And it's true, a break is definitely needed for the young Chief. He's only 18, the youngest Chief to ever be recorded in their history, and already he's getting grey hair. Astrid had noticed a strand when she was braiding his hair that exact morning, thus the reason why she's against him going. Well...it's one reason.

"How is this not an ideal break?" Hiccup questions as he folds the letter in half and puts it in his pocket. "It sounds like the perfect one to me. An unknown land filled with unknown people who are in celebration. There will be food and music...it sounds like a fun learning experience, while also being political. I'd be killing two birds with one stone."

Astrid sighs, preparing herself for an argument. "Hiccup, we can have a random celebration here. Where you're safe. As for the political part, can't you just exchange letters?"

Hiccup's face softens when it all makes sense.

Where you're safe.

She's worried something will happen to him. Just like his father. It's only been four months since Stoick's death, since Hiccup became Chief, but the cut his death has left on everyone still hurts.

"Can I get a moment alone with my betrothed please?" Hiccup asks the others, who all nod and go on their way out the door of the Mead Hall.

And while Astrid has always loved it when Hiccup calls her his betrothed, she was not at all liking it now, knowing that he's not going to back down from this decision. Hiccup never was easy, and Astrid always did love a challenge.

Most of the time.

"There was no need for that," Astrid says to him once the last person walked out the door.

"Oh I think there was," Hiccup counted, reaching or her hand, "Now tell me what's wrong."

Astrid removes her hand to poke him. "What's wrong," poke, "is that instead of taking a break here at home," poke, "you want to get as far aware from here as possible," poke, "where you can't automatically go back to your Chiefly duties," poke, "and where there is newfound danger," poke, "that you just love getting high off of. I mean, seriously, Hiccup, what's wrong with staying? You can make an alliance through letters. It's been done before. And I'll make sure that if anyone needs anything, that they'll come to me. I'll take care of everything while you relax here. I'm General for a reason."

While the spot she had poked hurt, he let her do it as many times as she wanted, knowing that it's just how she copes.

"You know as well as I do that making an alliance in person is more effective," Hiccup says, reasoning with her like she always does with him, "It strengthens the trust. And yeah, I admit, I do want to get far away from here, but you're making it sound as though I hate it here. I don't. This is my home. My father's home, which he left me to protect. I love Berk, I just...don't want my break to be in a familiar setting. I want to forget for a little while. Is that really so bad? And no, I don't get 'high off danger'. I hate danger. Gods, Astrid, do you know how many times danger has nearly killed me? And Toothless? And you-"

"That's why it's called danger-" she interrupts, but he interrupts right back.

"I still get nightmares because of it."

And of course she knows this already. She's the only one he tells his dreams too. She gets them also, but unlike Hiccup, she keeps them to herself. Because to Astrid, she needs to be strong. For herself, for Berk, and especially for him.

"Then why go?" she asks, frustrated. "Why risk getting hurt? Why risk dying?" She didn't care if she sounded dramatic.

"Because I miss the freedom. I miss the adventure," Hiccup replies, feeling just as frustrated as she, and he knew as soon as he said the words that Astrid wasn't going to like it.

"Miss the adventure?" She repeats, incredulously. "Hiccup, you think that I don't miss it either? I miss it all the time, but we're adults now. We're the Chief and General. We're the most important people here. We have to make sacrifices. Just like-"

But she stops herself from continuing.

Just like your father did, she was going to say. And Hiccup knew it.

But instead of getting upset, he reaches for her hand again, and this time she doesn't pull away. "Just like my dad," he says, finishing her sentence.

Astrid's eyes tear up and she looks away from Hiccup's gaze, embarrassed. Astrid isn't ashamed to show her love, an emotion considered weak to some, but she is ashamed to show her sadness, another weak emotion. It's embarrassing to her, and it's hurtful to Hiccup when he sees that, after all these years, she's still embarrassed to cry in front of him.

"It's okay to cry, Astrid," He assures her, "Especially in front of me. You know you can be vulnerable around me. My dad was just as much your father as he was mine."

Mumbling, Astrid says with a nod: "I know." But she's stubborn, so she swallowed back the tears and sobs.

"Come here, you." Hiccup pulls her into a hug then, knowing it was something they both needed, and she gladly accepted his arms and the warmth they gave.

"I know you're scared that something bad will happen to me in Arendelle," he goes on as he rubs her back,"but Astrid, I'm scared that something bad will happen to you here, on Berk. Our home. All the time. Gods, all the freaking time. And plus," he pulls away to smile reassuringly, "I'll have you right by my side in Arendelle. I'll be safe with you."

Astrid rolls her eyes. "If you run off, which you will, I doubt I can do that."

Grinning, Hiccup says, "Is that your way of telling me that you want me to stay by your side?"

"Of course. I always do," Astrid replies with a smirk, but then turns serious again a second later. "But please, Hiccup. Promise me you won't do anything stupid."

"Wait," Hiccup says, surprised. "So we're actually going? You're allowing it?"

"Well, it's your decision," she answers. "You're the Chief. What you say goes. Even if it's something I'm not on board with. I support you in everything. I always got your back. Remember?"

Hiccup places his forehead on hers and says, "How can I forget?" He closes his eyes and breathes in her scent, making Astrid's heart flutter. "Thank you," he says after a moment, then opens his eyes to connect with hers. "I know you'll have fun too. I'll make sure of it."

"I will if you don't stress me out, and don't thank me yet," she says as she gently flicks his nose, startling him. "Save it for when I'm saving your ass. Which I will be doing."

They laugh together in unison, while their nosy group of friends, who were eavesdropping outside, looked at one another in confusion.

"Soooo," Ruffnut drags on, "are we like, going or not?"

"The real question is," says Fishlegs as he looked at the others, "They do know they have to sail there, right? No dragons allowed."

But on another island, sailing is pretty much life.

...

"Moana we just got back two weeks ago," says the former Chief of Motunui. "And before that we were already sailing for an entire month. Are you not tired?"

His daughter, the new Chief of the tribe, shook her head. "Of course not! I love the water, dad. I could never grow tired of it. And I never grow tired of making friends. This will be fun. Will you and mom please come with me? You don't have to, but please?" She looked at both her parents, who looked at each other, but it was Maui who spoke next, the letter in his hand.

"Well, you know I'm coming. I'm always down for another adventure," he says as he swings an arm around Moana's shoulders. "I'll take care of your daughter if you don't want to come. Consider me the new Chief's personal bodyguard."

And that did not settle well with the former Chief. And the reason for that? Well that's easy. Maui is older, both in his physical age and his actual age, and he's awfully close to Moana, who is only 16 years old. Still a child basically. Even when she's now the leader of their island. Even when so much responsibility is now on her shoulders.

And because she's so young, it wouldn't be surprising if she fell in love with him. Or at least grows a crush on him. And Maui, well he's known for being a flirtatious womanizer, so that also doesn't help ease Tui's worries. And it's not that Tui doesn't trust Maui. He knows the demigod would never try anything with his daughter...now.

Once Moana turns 18, she'll be considered an adult. (Even though, according to her, she should already be considered one since she's now Chief.) So what would stop Maui from perusing something then? Tui doubts the demigod would wait until Moana reaches 25, when her body is fully developed. Why would he when he technically is 'allowed' to be with her in the next two years?

And yes, it's true he'll have no say on who his daughter is romantically interested in by the time she turns 18, but that doesn't mean he can't cause hell, even when Maui has been nothing but a gentleman to his daughter.

So of course, being the protective dad that he is, Tui disagreed with the immortal. "I appreciate that, Maui," he says as he places a hand on his daughter's shoulders, "but since Arendelle isn't like the other islands we've visited, it's best my wife and I tag along to guide her."

Moana excitedly gasps. "So does that mean you'll go?"

Sina giggles as she straightens her daughter's flower crown. "Of course. So long as we're with you, we won't miss it for the world."

But another mother and daughter we're in reversed roles.

...

"Ugh muuum, I don't want to go," Merida complains as she falls back onto her bed, groaning loudly so her mother could see just how much she doesn't want to leave.

Queen Elinor stood in front of the bed, patiently watching her daughter throw her little tantrum, and when Merida's groaning came to a stop, she says: "Are you done, dear?"

"Give me a minute. I'm taking a break," came Merida's quick reply.

Elinor rolls her eyes and sighs. "Merida, we can't miss this coronation. Not even for the world. And hey, at least it'll give you a break from your brothers. That sounds nice right?"

Merida's lips twitch, wanting to smile, but not quite up for it entirely. "I...can't deny that. But still."

"But why?" Elinor asks as she goes to sit on her daughter's bed. "You're always up for adventure, Merida. You love exploring. Don't think of this as royal business. Think of this as a fun adventure where you can explore a new land. Think of the weapons and sweets and horses. I imagined you'd be excited."

The sadness in Elinor's voice in her last sentence did not go unnoticed to Merida, and when she turns her head over, she sees her mum looking down at the floor, disappointed.

Guilt hits Merida like a horse when she realizes that the importance of the trip is more about spending time together than politics. Groaning again, she sits up, and nudges her mum with her elbow. "Hey, I am excited, I just...I don't want to leave Angus. Can I bring him with me?"

He's her only friend after all and she's not going to go anywhere without her best and only friend. Especially when the land could be filled with magic.

You see, Merida has always believed in magic, has always been fascinated by it, but ever since the events that had happened three months with her mum, Merida has become...fearful of it. She almost lost her mother after all. All because of her selfishness. Magic is beautiful, yes that's true, but it can also be ugly.

And whether it's beautiful or ugly, magic is always dangerous.

Always.

It's why she doesn't want to go. Not because she doesn't want to leave Angus behind or do boring royal stuff, but because she wants to keep her parents safe as well as herself. Because one thing is for certain: Magic is everywhere. It resides in Dun'Broch, which means it lives everywhere else too. It must!

And while she knows she could have easily told her mother this, she also knows she'll have to bring up the reason why she fears it, and it's a topic that Merida wants to forget all about. It's a topic that always brings her shame and embarrassment.

"He's not going to like the boat ride," Elinor says, a small smile on her face, "but yes he can come. Shall we meet with the seamstresses now? We must look presentable, and by we I mean you." She giggles and this makes Merida smile.

"You have a point there." Says her daughter and Merida's on her feet before her mother is. When she extends her hand out for her mum to take, Elinor takes it with no hesitation, smiling wide. "As long as I don't have to wear a headdress, I'll let you choose whatever fabric you want."

And in the last Kingdom, the last mother and daughter pair were also trying on dresses when their invitation arrived.

...

"I can't believe this," says Queen Arianna as she reads over the letter from her niece, tears filling her eyes.

Rapunzel noticed how distressed her mother had become and politely asked the maids and seamstresses to leave so she could have some privacy with her mom. Her real mom. One who she should have known all her life, but has only known for two months. And while they've only known each other for a short time, the love that they feel for one another is as strong as any other healthy bond between a mother and daughter.

"Mom," Rapunzel says once the maids and seamstresses left. "What's wrong?"

Queen Arianna's tearful eyes kept reading the letter over and over, searching and scanning for anything different, anything that would tell her that this was all a dream, anything that would help her not get her hopes up.

But she was failing miserably and her daughter saw.

"Mom," Rapunzel tries again, gently shaking one of her shoulders to snap her out of her trance. "What is it?" Rapunzel glances at the letter but she couldn't make out any words because Queen Arianna had finally came to.

"Oh," she says, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, my love, I...um..." she takes a deep breath in. "I need to sit down." Because if she didn't, she's sure that she'd faint.

"Okay," says Rapunzel worriedly. "Let me help."

And so she carefully leads her mother to the nearest chair and kneels beside her on the floor. The now found Princess of Corona looks back at the letter in her mother's hands, which now had crinkled sides from being held so tightly.

Rapunzel tries to stay positive, but from the way her mother is acting...well it's genuinely scaring her. "Did someone wage war on us?" She asks, praying the answer would be no. But what else could it possibly be? Why would her mom react like that?

But when her mother laughs, Rapunzel's confusion grows.

"War?" says the Queen. "Good Heavens, no. I'm so sorry for making you think that. I didn't mean to worry you." She reaches forward to cup her daughter's cheek and Rapunzel happily leans into her mother's touch.

"So what's wrong then?" she asks, relieved but still worried.

Arianna is hesitate, not because she doesn't want her daughter to know, but because it's a sensitive topic that hurts to talk about. "I have an older brother," she answers, gathering strength, "who lives in a kingdom not too far from here. It's called Arendelle. I haven't been there in 10 years and the letter..."

Rapunzel gasps in excitement, thinking she knew. "It's from him! He wants to reunite with you. But why after all this time? How come you haven't visited in 10 years?"

Arianna's throat is dry, but her eyes are not. "Because he shut me out and...I don't know why."

Rapunzel's jaw drops in shock. "What?! That's awful. How could he do such a thing?"

Arianna shrugs. "I wish I knew, my love. But his eldest daughter is having a coronation to become Queen and the letter is actually written from her. She's invited us and wants to fix what my brother broke."

And for a third time, Rapunzel's eyes go wide. "Wait a second, I have a cousin?!"

Arianna giggles at her daughter's excitement and holds up two fingers. "Two actually. Elsa and Anna. After Gothel had taken you, my nieces became like my own daughters. So when Agnarr, my brother, shut me out...it was like I was losing my children too. I'm surprised Elsa even remembers Frederick and I. I wonder if Anna does too. They were both younger than 10 when we last saw them. They're going to be in quite a shock when they see you. We never told them about you and your kidnapping. We didn't want to their hearts to hurt. It's not something you just tell a child."

She knowingly nods and says: "I understand." And to quickly change the topic, she asks: "So how old are they? My cousins?" The word felt strange on her tongue, just like the word father. The word mother, however, she's used to.

Just not towards someone who didn't raise her.

Someone who should have raised her.

Someone who had that chance stolen from her.

And once again, the Found Princess's heart aches.

"Anna just turned 16 in March," Queen Arianna answers, "and a few months before in the previous year, Elsa turned 18 in December. You and her are the same age, just six months apart."

Eighteen, thinks Rapunzel, Elsa is my age and yet she's becoming Queen? Is she even ready for it? I don't think I would, even if I grew up as a princess. The lifestyle I was supposed to have...

"Don't you have to be 21 to take the throne though?" she asks, stopping her thoughts from saddening again, and expecting a certain answer.

Instead she's greeted with confusion that mirrored her own.

"Actually...you're right," her mother says, her eyes widening and looking back down at the letter, frantically scanning.

"Mom-" Rapunzel tries, worried again, but she's cut off when the Queen speaks.

"It's rare but not uncommon for heirs to take the throne when they're 18," she says as she rereads the letter for the hundredth time, "When that happens it either means that the parents felt they were ready earlier than expected, the parents no longer wanted the burden of the crown, or..."

Arianna's throat becomes dryer than before and unbearably tight. Fear fills her eyes and when she looks over at her daughter, who was patiently waiting, she let that fear slide down her cheeks. "...or the parents are dead."

And unbeknownst to all of them, a creature made of black sand was watching them all.

...

"So these are Elsa's special guests?" says Pitch as he watches the black, sandy memories that his Night-Mare spies shown above their heads.

The horses made of black sand each neigh and nod their heads, answering their creator. Pitch chuckles, sinisterly, flashing his sharp, shark-like teeth.

"How peculiar," he says as he caresses the face of one of his Night-Mares, "but then again, Elsa herself is peculiar too, now isn't she?"

And as he says this, he looks over his shoulder, where the soon-to-be Queen slept, soaked in sweat from the nightmare made of sand and snow that played above her head. She stirred, brows narrowing in fear, and mumbled out a plea.

The snow that mixed with Pitch's black sand started to pile on her pillow, as well as the sides of her bed and floor, and when a couple of snowflakes land in his hair, decorating his head, he leaves them there, unbothered.

"Yes," he says, more to himself than to his creatures, watching her with gold, lustful eyes, "Very peculiar indeed."

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A.N.: This took me forever to do! There were so many ways I could have introduced all the characters, and I hope I chose right. Also I'm so sorry for the wait. I won't promise that I'll update sooner, but I will promise that I'll try. How have ya'll been doing? Good I hope! Anyway I also hope you enjoyed the chapter. If you have any ideas or things you want to happen, don't be shy to tell me in the comments. I'd love to hear your ideas! So stay tuned for more! :D