A/N: short chapter, sorry! but had to be
8 years later:
It was around 7 in the morning of a starting spring, it was warmer than in winter, but you could still see some snow now and then and far away you could see the North Mountain and its everlasting white snow. The Kingdom of Arendelle was starting to raise up before the sun could but the surroundings of the castle and the city were still silent, the only noise you could hear was from the hooves of two horses that were riding through cobblestone road in the outskirts of the city with the woods by their right side. In does horses were King Agnarr and Queen Iduna, who had decided to make a little escaping before starting another day of ruling.
"I don't know if this was a good idea, dear, the Dark Family is in a near Kingdom and they have already killed a, supposedly, untouchable King. Who knows if they'll come here?" Queen Iduna said, worry written in her face.
"That man was a foul one, and, although you may be right, I wanted us to get away a little to talk without eavesdropping." King Agnarr said with a light chuckle, he was talking about the servitude, that was always rumoring about, and were extremely loyal and wouldn't be divulging any overheard talks, but even so he knew that the castle had ears everywhere. Queen Iduna got the idea as she chuckled as well. Turning a more serious mood, he looked at Queen Iduna with concern in his eyes. "I'm worry about Elsa, she's growing more fearful and retracted by the day, maybe telling her to be in her room until she had control of her powers was a bad idea… I just want her to accept herself and not to hurt anyone with her powers because I know she wouldn't forgive herself…" He ended trailing off. Queen Iduna extended her hand to take her husband's.
"I don't think she have forgiven herself for the accident…" She said with sadness. "And I know how you feel, I feel the same, but Elsa is a strong young woman. I know she'll grow to accept herself and who she is." She looked at Agnarr with affection and hope. They were arriving to a clearing with a small lake and stand to a halt near the lake. "Maybe we should talk to her and …" But a noise behind the bushes diagonal to them call their attention.
"Who is there?" King Agnarr said with an authoritative voice. There was no answer. They got down from their horses and started walking toward the bushes, King Agnarr took his sword out and walked in front of Queen Iduna to protect her. "Who is there?" He repeated louder. Again, there wasn't a reply. All of the sudden, the noise came back, and saw a shadow coming near, no taller than a 5'2" ft tall. It grew closer and they could see clearer that it was a person, but it wasn't reacting at their calling. The person tried to step closer but tripped with a branch and fall to the ground. They could see that it was a girl, should be a little older than Elsa, about 16 years old, her blue short tunic and black trousers were ripped everywhere and wounds and bruises cover-up her skin as she had fought her way out. But there was something that got the royals attention… she had white hair and intense silver eyes, a beautiful familiar face, the skin that they were able to see through the blood that covered her was toasted and in her left shoulder were white and golden runes.
"By the gods! It can't be…" Queen Iduna trailed off and King Agnarr's mind, who hadn't said a word, was clouded by short memories of a neighbor kingdom of white and gold or dark blue, he had seen it both ways, a couple of diplomatic balls and two little lovely girls dressed in matching purple dresses that were dancing around and talking to the guests. They couldn't believe their eyes as they recognized Princess Kirahara of Arkaria, little Kira, not so little anymore and injured all over around.
They though she had gone unconscious as her eyes had closed, so they got closer. In that moment she opened her eyes again, looked at them, fear, anger, worry and another amount of emotion crossed through silver eyes. She opened her mouth, trying to say something while attempting to get up, but no words came out. She tried a couple of times more until she was able to say a "Help me" over her breath, then she collapsed again.
"We have to take her to the Castle and call the physician!" King Agnarr said, and with that he sheathed his sword and grabbed Kira by the waist and put one arm over his shoulder. Queen Iduna did the same thing in her other side, and both pull her up. She had an athletic thin appearance but weighted less than she looked, they could see and feel her toned body, soft skin that ended in calloused palms, but they also saw scars all over her back and hands of different sizes and colors. Some looked old, their color almost skin like and their texture were smooth, but others look recent, were red, bigger and felt rough as it was just starting to heal.
They take her to the horses and were able to get her up in King Agnarr's horse and got up themselves over each one's horse. They gave a last look to the place, in a possibility to find something that told them how a lost, and thought dead, Princess of a destroyed kingdom had appeared after 8 years out of the blue. They turned their horses, hit the reins and galloped through the dirt road to their castle.