8 PM, July 18th, 1840
Royal Palace, Arendelle
Thunderous applause.
Of all of the things Elsa expected when she entered the ballroom of her conservative army's dining in, she did not expect thunderous applause. To her credit though, she could hardly be blamed for being skeptical of the loyalty of her Grenadier officers after one of her own Royal Guard Officers turned traitor.
Unlike the Royal Guard, the Grenadiers' loyalty was less loyalty to a woman than an idea. Royal Guardsmen were expected to be loyal to the monarch, despite knowing very well of their flaws. That combined with the political aspiration of many of the officers and the loyalty of many men to their nearby families over the monarch made for a more grounded in reality sort of loyalty of the Royal Guard.
The Grenadiers did not share this attitude. Mostly young men without families who never as much as seen the Queen, hero worship of monarchs was common in the Regiment. Most where not from Arendelle, and as such did not have the same worry for their families. For these men, finding out your Queen had magical powers only added to this worship.
As she made her way across the ballroom, Elsa could hear such shouts as "Hail to the Snow Queen!" and "Glory to Queen Elsa!" could be heard from energetic young officers over the enthusiastic clapping. Elsa was hardly one to be vainglorious, but after a rough day she hardly complained of the adoration of these men.
She reached her throne, where Anna was already waiting, smiling as well for Elsa's applause. As Elsa pivoted and face the crowd, she raised her hand slightly when the applause showed no sign of slowing down in a gesture to carry on. The clapping died down as Elsa prepared to speak.
Before she could speak, she found herself at a loss of words, suffering from minor stage fright for a moment. Anna sensed the problem and quietly clasped her hand with a whisper. "You got this."
Elsa corrected herself, before giving the speech.
"Soldiers and Officers of Arendelle, I would like to congratulate you on your successes in battle. Once again the defenders of Arendelle have made our country and people safe from those who would do us harm."
She paused, surveying her officers. In addition to Grenadiers, A number of Landwehr, Naval, and Royal Guard officers were also present.
"Your work is likely not done, however. Others will threaten this Kingdom. We will face these threats, and defeat them. I cannot do this alone. It is you, the strength in my arm, the defenders of Arendelle who will allow our people to live in peace and freedom. Tonight is for you, gentlemen. Enjoy yourself tonight, but tomorrow remember the wolves at our door. Thank you."
More applause from the younger men, those who thought chasing bandits in the mountain was war. The older men, the ones who remembered Napoleon; remained silent.
…
Elsa and Anna had decided before hand to conduct the meet and greet of the senior officers together. Elsa's political knowledge with Anna's people skills painted a more complete picture, plus it was good experience for Anna. They had just finished talking to a Landwehr Colonel when they found a bit of a window. Elsa broke the ice for a change.
"I find it a bit strange that our Royal Ice Master and Deliverer is absent tonight, don't you think, Anna?"
Anna blushed, before stammering out a flawed explanation.
"No! I mean, it's not strange at all. Tonight is for the Military, and Kris- I mean Mr. Bjorgman is a civilian."
"That he is, but typically the Princess' consort is seen with the Princess at events."
"WHAT!? CONSORT?"
Elsa laughed, before cutting her sister's poorly formed denial.
"Anna, It's fine that you're seeing him. He's a fine fellow, and you two are taking it slowly. As long as you two don't get married right away or elope, I have no problem with Kristoff courting you."
"Really? But he's not a noble, which is why I kept it from you."
"It doesn't matter as long as I get married and produce an heir."
Anna smiled, ribbing Elsa on in hope of finding out about Elsa's possible love life. "Are you courting someone?"
"No, but I am liable to accept an arranged marriage soon."
Anna looked at Elsa with a mix of sorrow and pity, saddened by Elsa once again having no hope for her own happiness. Elsa read her sister's troubled expression and set about fixing it.
"Anna, I was born without hope of marrying for love, and I'm okay with it. Your happiness is all that matters to me. As long as one of us finds true love and happiness, I'm happy. Besides, Mama and Papa were arranged, and they loved each other dearly!"
"You deserve happiness Elsa! Blast what other people say!"
"I can't. Remember what happened with cousin Rapunzel?"
"Mama and Papa died around then, so not really."
"Her reappearance set off waves in the region. While she was gone, deals were made to handle the succession with no available heir. While her coming back soured relations, it was her marrying a commoner that started a war."
"A war?"
"Yes. Over 10,000 people died. Who I marry matters, Anna."
A brief moment of silence lingered before Anna asked a question, one that hardly improved the mood.
"Elsa, do you really think we'll be invaded?"
"Maybe Anna. But I will do anything to avoid a war. Even marry."
They were cut off by the next man in the meet and greet, Colonel Metzger. The Cavalry officer bowed be straightening himself and matting back his wild salt and pepper hair with his hand.
"Your Majesty, excuse me but I couldn't help but overhear the final part of your conversation. If I may be as bold as to offer advice?"
Despite being perturbed by the officer's sudden appearance, Elsa always believed in listening to experts.
"Go ahead, Colonel"
"Doing anything to avoid war is not peace, its slavery. War is what we are here for. If anyone threatens you or our country, give us the word. We'll send those bastards straight back to hell."
"I see"
"Also your majesty, you are too soft, too merciful, and too kind. But I know you have strength inside of you, you merely need to channel some of your father into you"
Slightly angry at the criticism of her but especially of her father, Elsa took a defensive tone. "Excuse me Colonel, My father was a fair and kind leader. I believe you are out of line."
Feeling the need to get his point his point across was worth a reprimand, he continued. "I wasn't talking about when he was King. I was talking about during the war. About Germany."
"What are you talking about?"
"I knew your father when he was younger than you. He was a very different man before he met your mother, god bless her soul. She was the best thing to ever happen to him. Before her, he was… different."
Elsa paused, unsure what the man was hinting at. Anna on the other hand, balled her fist, annoyed at the man seemingly speaking ill of her father.
"Papa never showed his little girls his war chest, did he?" He said in an almost sing-song voice.
Anna interjected. "I've seen all of Papa's war stuff. He was a hero." Elsa's eyes however widened, her mind calling up a distant memory, one that wasn't entirely pleasant. The Colonel noticed and addressed them both.
"Princess Anna, I am not referring to his displays, I am referring to his Freikorps chest. I know what's in that chest, and it's not something any decent man displays in public. You may not remember, but based on Queen Elsa's Expression, I assume she does. I suggest a revisit to that chest, your Majesty. Its contents are why no one dared make an enemy of King Agdar."
He then proceeded to bow, before excusing himself. The two royal sisters paused, unsure on how to react to the news. Whatever they were going to do, it would have to wait- the party was still ongoing and the two had a lot more people to meet and greet.
…
Surtrsen had only just drifted off to sleep, when the vision came.
An angel with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes came to him in his dream, her skin white as snow. While she did not possess wings, she glowed with the holy light of almighty god himself.
"Surtrsen, God has heard you and your plight. He now needs you to be his sword in his war against Queen Elsa and her vile sorcery. But first you must free me from my pagan prison, to guide you and your men to an utmost holy victory!"
"How will I find you?"
"Just follow my voice, Alan. Follow my voice and you will not be led astray."
Surtrsen awoke from his sleep, rushing to put his boots on and grab a coat and lantern. When god gives you a mission, you don't sleep on it.
Miles away, the corpse smiled as she waited patiently for the good major to arrive, to free his "angel."
Soon…
…
The Dining-in lasted longer than expected, leaving Elsa and Anna exhausted and in no mood to chase after the cryptic nonsense of some old cavalry colonel. It could wait the morning. At least that's what Anna thought. Elsa, though was uneasy. She had no real memory of the chest, other than her father's express warning to stay away from it and a sense of dread about it. It was as if only the emotion of opening the chest once remained, not the memories of what was inside. In any case, it was best to get some sleep and deal with the sins of her father tomorrow.
As she changed and slipped under the covers, a nagging sense of curiosity dogged her sleep. She searched her memory for any instance of her father being a "different man" from the one she remembered, to no avail.
Yes her Father and Mother effectively exiled her to her room for 10 years (the last three years where self-imposed), but what else where they going to do? She nearly killed Anna. So they sacrificed mental and emotional health for physical health, which sadly had terrible results. But Elsa could never blame her parents for what happened.
For most of the exile, she was not forbidden to leave her room or see Anna. She locked herself away out of raw fear of possible hurting Anna or anyone else again. Yes her Parents started it, and did little to convince her otherwise, but they did it out of fear and concern for the other daughter.
As thus while she lamented her parent's failure to realize that love was the answer, she loved them and had almost entirely fond memories of both of them. No memories of a man who was anything but kind. And thus Elsa was puzzled at the colonel's remarks. Frustrated she drifted off to sleep. But where her conscious mind failed, her subconscious would succeed.
…
She was little. Real little.
Elsa was in the garden of the palace, playing while her very pregnant mother mended her flower garden. It was May, and while it was still a little chilly outside, it was an otherwise beautiful spring day in the palace. Her father was nearby, working in his little wood shop. He wasn't very good at it, but despite it all Agdar attempted to fix a broken stool.
It was a happier, simpler time.
Suddenly a man walked into the garden, causing little Elsa to feel uneasy. After all, he didn't look like a normal visitor, and he certainly wasn't dressed like castle staff.
"Papa, there's a strange man here."
Agdar looked up from the stool, a little puzzled. "Can I help you, sir?"
With eyes blazing the strange man drew a pistol while screaming in French. Before any of them could react, the assassin shot her father in the chest, causing him to reel back in shock and pain. His primary target dealt with, the man decided he wanted to maximize damage. He drew a second pistol, and took aim at Idun. Relishing his revenge, he deliberately aimed for her swollen belly.
He squeezed the trigger.
Misfire.
As he stopped to look at the defective pistol, a very not dead Agdar rose up. Young Elsa smiled, as her hero father was here to stop the bad man. But as she looked at him, there was something wrong. Her father's eyes were not the same caring eyes that she knew. They weren't even the eyes she saw when he was angry, or scolding her. They were empty, dead, and cold.
Agdar seized a nearby hatchet, even ignoring the saber he was currently training with. The assassin was out of pistols, and he decided it was better to live today, and strike again than test his chances with a target that could fight back. He turned and attempted to scale the short garden wall, but was set upon by a surprisingly quick Agdar.
Without as much as a word, Agdar drove the hatchet into the Frenchman's back, causing him to scream in pain. Using the man's pain to his advantage, he grasped him and tore him off the wall. Stumbling and failing his attempts to rise, the assassin was clearly no longer a threat.
But Agdar was not finished. Oblivious to the watching eyes of his pregnant wife or his 3 year old daughter, he straddled the wounded man and proceeded the drive his hatchet into the man over and over, each time a sickening wet thump was heard over the man's screams, until he screamed no more. He dropped his axe, causing the mortified Idun to attempt to reach her husband.
"Agdar?"
He did not respond as he drew his whittling knife before prying open the dead man's jaw which was remarkably still intact.
"Agdar!?"
Still deaf to the world, Agdar ran his bloody fingers though his opponent's mouth as if he was looking for something, though Elsa couldn't tell what. Idun however, was not going to let this continue. Not in front of their daughter.
"AGDAR!"
Agdar twisted violently, as if prepared to defend himself from some new threat. Instead his vacant eyes finally saw his family again, shaking him out of his trance. He dropped the knife as he stared at his hands, soaked in blood. He then looked at the mutilated corpse beneath him, and felt his red face.
He calmly turned to the two of them, and in a voice more suited to asking for a favor, he asked simply.
"Idun, take Elsa to her room. I will take care of this."
Her mother was quite used to reacting to Agdar's condition after several years of marriage, and knew that this was a matter that was best discussed later. She scooped up Elsa and took her out of the garden, Elsa facing back as she was carried out of the garden. Feeling moisture she felt her own face, and found it covered with blood, leaving her hands nearly as red as her father's.
…
Elsa sprung up, awoken by the unpleasantness of her memory. Even if the dark she could see her own breath and a patch of ice surrounding her bed, a litmus test of her emotions. The dream was a revelation to the Queen. The chest couldn't wait. Her father was gone, so the only thing that could tell Elsa what had haunted her father so, lay in there. And based on her nightmare, perhaps Anna was best not knowing what lay inside.
…
Surtrsen had followed the voice diligently for over an hour now, with it now convincing him he was close. He certainly believed it. The air was thick with history and vile sorcery, and the ground illuminated by his lantern show only dirt and rocks, the grass and plant life having died off. As he drew closer to the ominous cave, he began to see birds, lying dead on the ground. Judging on their state, they must have died in flight.
The pagan magic here is so vile, it kills birds that so much as fly over!
He felt sick and his brain ached, but he would not fail god. Not when he was so close. He pushed ahead, now confronting the catacomb. As was expected, the entrance was bricked in, as well as covered in runes from the pre-Christian era. He dismissed their pagan value, and as such was blind to their message of warning to never enter. Kicking the weak and ancient stones aside, he was now inside.
It was a standard barrow, with ancient runes carved into the stone, as well as a sizeable collection of artifacts. A less reckless man might question why pagans so determined to bind an angel would bury it with a fortune, but Surtrsen was hardly cautious, and the corpse had already began to twist his mind.
As such he entered to find a beautiful and illuminating angel lying in state, in a transparent ice coffin. He approached the coffin, covered in the same runes that foretold doom if breached. If only he could read the dead language. Blind to the warnings, he gave a stout push to the lid, causing it to slide off.
She was even more beautiful in person. Her reddish hair was somehow in perfect state and her skin pale and flawless, but that was heavenly beauty for you. Once again, the voice returned.
Surtrsen, I am almost free! All you must do is release my binds! Simply remove the scissors on my chest, the needles in my feet, and the string holding my toes together, and their vile curse will end!
Eager as a loyal hound, he scanned her heavenly body for the instruments of paganism. He took the scissors, now ancient and rusted and tossed them carelessly away. He also found her feet, bound and pierced as expected. Using his own personal knife he slit the string and pulled out the needles. As the last needle was pulled out, a blast knocked him back.
The ward was gone.
…
Elsa entered the office as quietly as possible, though she was not sure why. This was her father's office, and now hers supposedly. But she could never bear to have it changed, or for her to take over. Even now she nearly crept, despite the fact that no-one would penalize her for being here.
She placed the lit lantern on her father's desk and proceeded to light up the room to make searching earlier, shaking off the overwhelming urge to be as sneaky as possible. The room now well lit, she began to search. Before long she discovered an old, weathered chest in a closet. She struggled to drag it across the floor into the light, before simply creating an ice patch to slide it across on.
Work smarter not harder, right?
She applied a similar technique in freeze shattering the old lock placed on the chest, not that it was difficult to. The lock was meant to keep curious daughters out, not thieves. Her heart pounding from anticipation she looked over her shoulder, half expecting her father to come back from the dead to give her a scolding.
What she wouldn't give…
Sighing, she returned her focus to the chest, opening it. The top consisted of a tray holding an old, black uniform, the top piece being as is appropriate, a cap. It was a billed peaked forage cap, blackened with cheap die and made of rough wool. It certainly wasn't anything a royal would be seen in. As she inspected it further, she ran her hand across the cap device, covered in dust. She rubbed it to get a better look.
It was a human skull.
Suddenly, a memory came to her. One she had partially forgotten.
…
"Elsa, Elsa! Look!" Elsa turned from her book to see what odd thing her 4 year old sister had discovered now. Before she could see what Anna had, she shouted it out. "Look, I'm a pirate!"
Her sister had on an oversized billed cap with a skull on it, clearly not a pirate cap but close enough for Anna's overactive imagination. Knowing better that to get in a pointless argument stating otherwise, Elsa decided it'd be best to find out where it came from, then put it back.
"Anna, where did you find that?"
"In papa's pirate treasure chest!"
"What?"
"Let me show you!"
…
Back in the present, Elsa shuddered at the connotation of the Totenkopf. It wasn't the image itself, but what it stood for- Death to one's enemies. On one hand, military men had a fascination with establishing themselves as bringers of death. She didn't like it, but she permitted her Cavalry troopers to wear the Death's head as her father encouraged it.
But this was different. This was no Hussar's Totenkopf, it was the Freikorp's. While later formations of the Freikorp were romanticized, she had read enough history, especially that of the French to know that those that fought Napoleon before the official Freikorps was founded were hardly the puckish rogues or romantic students that fought for freedom.
They were monsters.
But there was nothing incriminating about a uniform. And she had a feeling that there was more inside the chest that would reveal the truth. So she lifted the upper tray containing the rest of the uniform and peered inside. Her eyes where meet with a golden glow.
…
"Anna! We're not allowed in here!"
"But it's so cool!"
Elsa rolled her eyes, figuring it was better to go in and clean up the mess herself. She didn't want either of them to get in trouble, and as such wouldn't tattle, but she wouldn't let Anna continue. As she stepped inside, she saw an old chest laying wide open, with an old uniform spilled out on the floor with a tray lying on top of the mess.
"Elsa, see?" There's pirate gold in here!"
Scoffing at the idea that father would keep money outside the treasury, she looked inside and was surprised at the she amount of gold. One bag was filled with what appeared to be tiny bits of unshaped raw gold, another was full of coins and yet another was full of rings and other jewelry.
Elsa's mouth gaped at all the gold, as she figured at least 20 pounds must have been inside. To think father was complaining about inflation of paper currency just the other day…
Just then, King Agdar strolled into the room, having just came from a meeting with the French, where he was reminded of things he had rather had left in the past. Thus he was horrified to see his beautiful, pure, and untainted daughters sort through the one thing in the world he did not want them to see: a reminder to them how ugly the world can be.
Elsa turned to Anna only to see her father already in rage. She was genuinely scared, as she had never seen her father this angry at her. But he wasn't angry at her, he was angry at himself.
"ELSA!" He paused, rushing towards them. "Get away from that!"
He brushed them aside and proceeded to toss the black woolen uniform into the chest, before slamming it shut.
"Go to your rooms, and stay there until I tell you that you may leave!"
Elsa began to protest, as did Anna. "But father, why?"
"NOW!"
As he saw his daughters left, he felt a load of self-hatred and shame, for they had done nothing wrong. They were pure, it was he that was soiled. But they were too young to see the world as it truly was, they still believed in black and white. They were too young to learn about gray.
…
Elsa looked at all the gold, momentarily stunned at the sheer amount of it that was hidden in such a battered chest. A childlike grin appeared as she reached in and grabbed some. That was the height of joy she would feel with the chest. As she brought the rough kernels up her schooling kicked in. For rough nuggets, they all appeared to be too similar. No, geography wouldn't help here.
But odontology would.
These were not nuggets found in the ground or a stream.
They were teeth, golden teeth.
Elsa's grin disappeared as she reached her hand back into the sack, retrieving a fistful. She examined every one- they were all teeth or crowns. She was even horrified to find one that was still attached to an old, dead diseased tooth.
Her hands shook as she dropped the grim loot and grabbed from the jewelry section, a closer examination revealing that most where simple golden or silver bands, with no jewels or decorations. A few even had crusted blood on them.
Wedding rings.
A few even had inscriptions inside or out.
Lucille and Pierre, together as one.
To Eric, my love will be with you always.
Jean, keep safe for me and the baby…
She felt lightheaded, sick even, and could no longer bear to look at the blood money any more. She lifted the tray and tossed it as she screamed. As she braced the chest as she breathed heavily and fought the nausea, she stared at the bottom of the tray. It appeared to a stack of papers, military and personal, that he must have held onto for a variety of reasons. The top page of the center stack drew her attention, however.
It was a simple poster, printed in French. It was a simple notice of bounty meant for French soldiers so they could identify key rebels in a region. It depicted a simple, if flawed drawing of her father. His hair was longer and messier, he had no moustache and his face was still youthful. But it wasn't the fact that the French wanted her father that unnerved her. It was the description.
Recherché:
Mort ou vif-
La fée des dents.
Now Elsa was not particularly gifted in French, so she didn't know much of the technical or slang terms in French. But for some reason, she knew that phrase.
La fée des dents.
The tooth fairy.
…
The young Guard yawned as he prepared to stand up again for the 3rd time tonight, to stay awake. He hated pulling the night shift, but his wife was expecting and the bonus that was put out was too much to be ignored. Plus the scum he was guarding were generally sleeping.
He was the CQ for the dungeon, and it was his duty to ensure things in the prison ran smoothly. Make sure nobody escaped, keep the few junior enlisted awake and sign for prisoners when they were deposited or withdrawn.
Normally he had no issue with the prisoners, as up until a few days ago they were mostly drunks and minor disciplinary offenders. And to be fair a few where still in there. But after the coup, a whole mess of them where heaped in the dungeons, and for many treason was the least of their crimes.
As his rear left the chair, approaching footsteps led to him planting himself back down.
Likely the Sergeant making sure I'm not dozing off.
As such he was surprised to find a general walking in, accompanied by a few armed guards. He sprung to his feet, going to attention. As he got a better look, he recognized him as General Wilhelmsen.
"Sir, what brings you down to the dungeon, Sir?"
"Carry on, Corporal." He paused as he held a hand open and his aide, a Major placed a pen in it. "I wish to sign for some prisoners and deliver them to their sentencing."
The young Corporal was a little unsure, but nobody says no to the Chief of Staff of the army. Nobody.
"Here's the log book sir. Which ones do you need?"
The General glanced over to his aide and simply asked "Major?"
The staff officer drew a simple book and turned to a bookmarked page and began to read off names. All the ones who had been charged and sentenced with treason.
Glad to see the headaches go, he asked the general "Anything else, sir?"
The General pointed at the two cells across from him. "Who are they?"
"Well the one on the right is an artillery officer they brought down here to sleep off the alcohol, and the other-" he paused, not remembering who the other was off the top of his head. He had been there when he started pulling the night shift a few days ago, after the Great Thaw. He opened his logbook, flipping back until he saw the entry.
"Ah, Lance Corporal Malkom Gunnarsen, formally Corporal. He was sentenced with disrespecting the crown and misuse of military equipment."
The General's brow twisted with puzzlement, before relaxing. "Ah, probably got drunk and scared the Queen with his pistol. Alcohol really does make a man do funny things. Wouldn't you say, Corporal"
"If you say, so Sir."
"Well, that'll be all Corporal. Let me sign the book and I'll take these vermin off your hand."
Malkom had awoken during the commotion, and while he was not one to hide from his actions, his gut told him to pretend to still be asleep.
His gut had never given him wiser advice.
…
The corpse smiled as it drew her sword, moving toward the laid out Christian she hated so much, mail rattling. She had slept so long that all sense of self and identity had slipped away, leaving only hate and one mission only. When she had died the Christians were besieging her beloved homeland and judging by the fool in front of her, they had prevailed. As such the corpse knew her purpose- drive out the followers of the Carpenter King before destroying Rome itself. Thus never again would the cross bearers step foot in Scandinavia.
As she prepared to kill its first Christian in a millennia, the man awoke and against all odds crossed himself and smiled.
"God be praised, you truly are an angel sent to deliver us!" He proclaimed with tears of joy as he shook with excitement. The corpse paused out of curiosity. The spell she had cast to fool the Christian was exhausting and required a great deal of magic, and she had discarded it the moment she had been unbound.
So there was no reason why he would still see the angel in front of her. She presumed that the effect of the madness that was inherent with close proximity of her combined with the illusion had broken him and convinced him that she was an angel regardless of how she actually looked. She laughed, as chances were that even praising the All-father in front of him would not change his mind, as he would only hear a praise to their "One true God."
She sheathed her sword, as she now had a different use for the man. She searched the room for concealing armor and clothing as she began to command her thrall.
"So, Major. You claim this… Queen Elsa is responsible for the evil in the land?"
"Of course. The witch poisons the land with her vile magic, and is a walking Blasphemy against god!"
As she slipped into boot and put on gauntlets, covering her withered flesh, she shook her head and the idiocy of the man.
Clearly the Queen was still Christian, or she would have had you crucified long ago you fool!
Still, it mattered not. As she covered her face with an old steel war mask, she turned to the Major.
"Then it is clear. Raise me an army, Surtrsen. We will cast down this snow Queen and create a New Jerusalem in Scandinavia for the faithful."
Why kill Christians when they seem so eager to kill each other?
Bit of Notes-
So yeah, that got dark.
I always liked Agdar, but I felt that everyone tended to make him either a complete dick, or a saint. A generally nobody made use of the historical elephant in the room- the Napoleonic Wars that ended a mere 25 years prior. So I figured to make Agdar the loving family man that I believe he was, but one that had a graveyard of skeletons in his closet. Now the question is how Elsa fairs with the knowledge that her father wasn't the kind gentle soul she had been raised to believe. Elsa now has to choose whether to embrace that brutality to survive, and whether to keep that knowledge a secret from Anna.
On that front, the Corpse has plenty of its own secrets and revelations to be revealed before all is said and done. When her memory begins returning, plans will change.
The rabbit hole goes deep ladies and gentlemen. Hang on.
On a brighter note, I saw Frozen Fever yesterday, and was pretty satisfied, even if I knew almost everything going in, even though there wasn't that much content to be aware of going in (7 minutes is so short…) But I am happy for all the little tidbits included, such as a map of the region and other goodies. Now I just have to wait until first Frozen Fever is released on its lonesome so I can dissect it with a microscope, and then Frozen 2. Which will be 2018/19, if I had to guess.
Translations-
Recherché: Mort ou vif- Wanted: Dead or Alive