The rugged mountain man rides on top of his reindeer Sven, down a dirt path coming up to a farm house; with only many questions on his mind that kept him focus. Kristoff arrived at the house, hopping off of Sven his eyes scanned the area seeing that it's pretty secluded. Must get pretty damn lonely up here alone, but he probably needs it to think of something evil to do. Kristoff thought, he reached into his satchel giving his friend a carrot, Sven happily snatched from his hand; Kristoff patted his snout walking away stepping up the single step porch. He balled his gloved hand into a fist pounding on the door, waiting for an answer that never came.

"Nate… Nathan… Nathaniel, you home?" Kristoff still got no answer. "Guess not."

He opened the door, stepping inside his eyes saw the room to see the kitchen with the table of dirty plates one empty and the other half eaten, the stairwell and an archway that led to another room. Nice house. Kristoff thought, Kristoff stepped up to the table seeing the half eaten biscuit with traces of light pink lipstick. Is that son of a bitch, cheating, already. Kristoff thought, completely forgetting that Anna and Elsa came by. Kristoff removed his dark gray bobble hat, placing it on the table taking a look at the biscuit; taking a bite of it and placed it back on its plate.

Kristoff moved around the table a heavy sigh escaped his mouth, his light brown eyes stared at the archway. Stroking his developing stubble chin, his ears the caught sound of footsteps in the main doorway. Shit! He screamed in his thoughts, hoping it wasn't Nathan but slightly wished it was; twirling around to face the doorway to see his reindeer friend half way through the door. Kristoff felt his heart still race, taking a deep breath, letting it out.

"Sven, what do you think you're doing?"

"But I want to look to."

"Sorry but I can't have you damaging anything."

"But I promise I'll be careful."

Kristoff crossed his arms together and shook his head in agreement, motioning his arm for his buddy; Sven was happy with glee, tiptoeing in on his hooves careful not to damage anything. The mountain man chuckled, rolling his eyes that came to a stop when seeing an incision in the floor; Kristoff removed his gloves, his thick fingers traced over the cut in the floorboard.

"I know what these markings are made from, a blade."

He stood placing his hands on his hips, licking his dry lips turning towards the pocket room. Kristoff strolled towards the room upon entering he saw it was a very deserted room that only held a few items, a fireplace, a bookshelf that only held one book, and a lounge chair. The windows covered by drapes with moth eaten holes in them that let out, only letting slivers of light escape through. Kristoff's eyes roamed the seemingly empty room, his light brown eyes caught hold of something hidden in the shadows of the empty book shelves.

He bent down on his knees gripping on the spine of a book, seeing it was a thick book covered in dust; Kristoff wiped off the dust off to reveal gold imprinted letters that read.

"The Knight And The Princess. Strange title, but could mean something." Kristoff left the room with the book in his hand, he climbed up the case of stairs to the pocket room. "Nate's room, not much." only seeing a cot, dresser, and a desk, kneeling down lowering his head to look under the cot only to see that it was barren. "Maybe the dresser?" He opened the each drawer rummaging through his clothes but nothing suspicious was there, slamming the drawer he was searching in shut, he turned his head to the desk.

He waltzed over to it gripping the handle on the drawer and slid it open, seeing only a single key covered in dust; he sighed closing the desk drawer. Exiting the room he began to walk down the stairs when his eyes caught sight of Sven sniffing at the side panel, narrowing his brows and squinted his eyes; stepping down the rest of steps. Moving Sven's head out of the way, placing his ear against the panel and knocked hearing an echo and knew the wall was hollow. He felt around to find a way to open it when his fingers felt a skinny cord, Kristoff set his eyes upon the cord and noticed it could easily blend in with the wall; he slightly tugged the cord and the panel popped loose. He removed the panel and moved it to the side, his light brown eyes widened and his blonde brows rose at the sight of the black leather scabbard that contained a blade of a sword.

He took hold of the sword, only drawing part of the blade out of the wooden leather covered scabbard; already noticing something off that was near the rain guard. It was covered by a thin piece of cloth, Kristoff did away with the cloth to reveal a raven insignia imprinted on the blade.

"A raven?" Kristoff enclosed the blade back into its sheath, turning towards Sven with a serious expression on his face. "We're going to confront Nathan? Well, I am, let's get going."


Nathan was in the blacksmithing shop working with a piece of steel, pounding it was a hammer to even out the dents when it was done with tongs he held onto the steel and submerged into a bucket of water. Steam rose clouding his face with steam waiting for a couple of second till the steam stopped that he pulled out the piece of metal, admiring his work; but had much more work to do.

"Nathan, visitor." The master blacksmith told him.

"Tell them, I'll be right there," Nate informed his boss to tell whoever asked for him, he placed the piece of unfinished work on the stone slab table, next to his tools; removing the leather apron placing it on the hook next to the door and steps. Nathan opened the door to see the blonde ice master and deliver, standing there with a serious expression on his face with a hand behind his back. "Hey, Kristoff."

"We need to talk Nathaniel, in private." Kristoff's voice was rugged and stern, Nathan raised his eyebrow at the tone of his voice.

"Alright, come on let's talk." Nate re-entered back into the workshop, Kristoff following behind closing the door. Nathan placed his hands on his waist and started to chuckle rubbing his still raised brow. Kristoff removed the sword from behind his back. "Okay, Kris-" Nate ceased on what he was going to say when his green eyes set on the sheathed sword, he was at a loss for words and the only ones he could muster up. "Hand that over Kristoff." Nathan's voice went cold and hard, almost sounding threatening holding out his palm.

"No, first you have to answer my questions."

Nathan put his arm to his side, thinking of a way to get the sword, he thought of a way and decided to play along.

"Fine, what are questions?"

"Who are you and why did you come to Arendelle? Also, tell me your height and weight."

"Why is that important?"

"Just answer it."

"Got it. My name is Nathaniel Ryder Mikaelson, age twenty-five, height six foot one, my weight one-sixty-five. Firstborn and I came to Arendelle to outrun my past and a woman told me this would be a nice place to live."

"A woman told you, who was this woman and how did you meet?"

"Her name was Ingrid, meet her out on the sea."

"When did you arrive in Arendelle?"

"A year before the great freeze and the great thaw."

Nathan kept on answering truthfully while Kristoff was liking this, him answering every question like a soldier; Kristoff smirked at the next question he had in mind and always wanted to ask people this but it would be rude to ask a female.

"Are you a virgin?" Kristoff voice cackled almost about to laugh but held it down, Nate raised both his brows in surprise in that question wondering what that had to do with anything.

"No."

"Really," Kristoff sounded surprised. "The when and who with? First and last name."

"Kristoff I think you're getting off track here?"

"Answer the question."

"I was fourteen, her name was Rebekah Nygard." Before Kristoff could ask another question one of his questions, Nathan spoke. "What does any of this have to do with the sword?" Kristoff cleared his voice knowing he was right that he was getting off topic.

"Right. Are you planning to assassinate Elsa? If you are, then tell me why?"

"What, no. I feel a connection to her and I like her, she's special to me."

"Then why do you have this sword?"

"Why did you break into my house?"

"Don't answer my question with another question so answer my question." Kristoff got closer with the sword, the tip touching the skin of his neck.

"That's my father's sword."

"What's does the raven mean?"

"My father was a soldier, that's the crest from the place I was born."

"What's the name of the place?" Nathan didn't speak just eyeing Kristoff, he shook his head in refusal to even speak the name where he was born. "Answer me."

Nathan shifted his left leg behind the mountain man and in an instant, taking hold of his collar Kristoff's collar and gripped the hilt of the sword. Drawing the blade from the sheath, twisting his body behind him as he forced Kristoff's body to advance forward, foundering over the last step dropping on the dirt covered ground . Kristoff quickly maneuvered his body upward with a greeting of the blade's point staring in his face.

"Kristoff, listen." Nathan lowered the sword, bending down and snatched the scabbard from Kristoff's hand; injecting it back into the scabbard. Kristoff was surprised at what just happened, he stood on both his feet wiping off the dirt from his body. "My past is painful to speak of and the place where I used to live is part of it. It's part of all the pain and anger that I have for that one place, so I will not speak its name."

"All I can say is that I'm sorry. Elsa was right, your eyes say it all. But will you tell Elsa when you're ready?"

"Yes, I will."

"Also, the book I found in your house, what's that about?"

"My father told me those stories without this book, when I went to the library I saw it , I read half of it and before I realized it. My father was just ripping off a storybook."

"So why keep it?"

"Because, it reminds me of the times my father would tell, me and my sister stories before we went to bed."

"Your father is he?" Kristoff could hear discomfort in his voice.

"Just far away, too far." Nathan's voice was saddened, Kristoff reached into his satchel on his side; taking out the book.

"Here, I kind of took it." Kristoff handed it to him, Nathan gripped the spine bringing it towards him.

"I won't tell anybody you broke into my house if you promise not to discuss this with anybody."

"I promise because I don't feel like feeling the wrath of the princess and the queen," Kristoff smiled, rubbing the back of his head.

"Completely understand," Nathan smirked. Kristoff went back up the small flight of stairs, before opening the door feeling guilt and understanding what Elsa meant about pain and suffering in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, for breaking into your house," Kristoff said before he left the room, Nathan's smile disappeared glancing down at the book, he felt something form in his eyes shutting them tight and try to repress the tears and succeeded. He waltzed over to the table and placed the book down, leaving it there and return to work.


It was nightfall and the air was crisp glancing up at the sky not seeing a single star, covered up by the dark clouds. Nathan continued his walk through the streets to come across Arra Tavern, wooden layered paneling painted dark red that could be confused as brown, a large window, and two doors. One you could just walk in the other had a rusted peephole that led to another room. Upon entering the tavern that was riddled with voices and music went silent, turning their attention to the hooded Nathan; removing his hood, his eyes scanning the patrons looking for someone.

"Go about your business," Nathan told them and that's exactly what they did, the band in the back started playing their upbeat music; people chattered amongst themselves.

Nathan rescanned the area spotting a man with dirty blonde hair that goes to the back of his trapezius, wearing a dark brown cloak sitting at the bar with Todd drinking their beer and laughing. Nathan came by and sat there casually; the bar hostess came by. She was quite beautiful with long thick black hair that would go to the loin of her back, her eyes were mesmerizing to each patron here they were the color of gold that gave her a lot of compliments and her snow pale complexion skin. Wearing an ocean colored bodice with peacock colored string underneath was a white bell sleeved chemise, the held together by dark leather belts strapped around her biceps and forearms; blue pants with calf high leather black boots.

"Could I get you something?" Her voice sweet like honey.

"A mug of red wine." He said softly.

"Coming right up handsome." The bar hostess said, giving him a wink before turning to get him what he asked. She came back quickly with a bottle of red wine, placing it right down in front of him. "Let me know if you need anything else, handsome." Walking away again.

Roger glanced over to his right to see his raven-haired friend there in his hand a bottle full of red liquid. Roger leaned in close wrapping his arm around his buddies neck with a wide grin on his face.

"Hey, buddy what are you drinking." Roger stole the bottle out of Nate's hand and took a sip of the sweet nectar of what grapes grow up to be, placing the bottle down but his hand still on the body. "So what are we celebrating you betraying me to go out with a pampered palace slut." Nate's brows furrowed, taking the wine bottle's neck and drank half the bottle down; removing it from his lips; he cracked his neck and smirked giving a slight chuckle.

"Nah, we're celebrating something different."

"What that be?"

"This." Nathan pushed Rogers arm away from his body him, his body turned throwing his arm sending the bottle crashing against his skull sending what was left of the wine everywhere. Roger fell to the floor holding his cut cheek that'll swell later and bruise tomorrow. Nathan tossed the bottle over his body letting it crash to the floor, he removed his cloak, his satchel, and his sheathed sword; tossing them to Todd. "Hold these." Todd saluted in response.

Roger got on back his feet, clenching his hands into fist holding them in front of his face; throwing a fast barrage of left and right straight jabs, Nathan bobbed down from each one an upcoming left jab came straight at him. Nathan placed his left forearm to block, pushing Rogers left fist away; taking hold of the right jab by Roger's wrist, Nate rushed into Rogers body with the ball of his elbow connecting to the bridge of his nose. Nate maneuvered his left hand to Roger's right elbow and forced his elbow up over his head trying to dislocate the arm. Succeeding. Screaming in pain that his shoulders been successfully removed from its socket, stepping back; Nathan swept his leg out from underneath him, sending him to the floor. Roger grabbed hold of a bar stool, helping him up; he placed his right arm straight and pressed into it; feeling the click of it coming back in.

Roger's brown eyes stared deep into Nate's deep greens, Nate got into a stance ready for him to attack; Roger rushed in flinging his arms around his abdomen. Crashing into a nearby table, Roger sending left and right hooks and jabs to Nate's face and body. Nate grunted every time a fist came in contact with his rib cage and stomach; Roger about to hit his face with another right hook, when Nathan took hold of it in his palm. Clenching his hand around the enclosed fist, pressing with force; with his other hand, Nate struck Roger's already opened cheek, reversing the roles; with Roger now on the floor. Nate took hold of Roger's head and slammed it against the floor.

Todd just sat there drinking his beer while watching his friend fight like rabid dogs over a piece of steak. The bar hostess came back, seeing the bar and the two fighting getting every patron fighting as well; then seeing the brunette just sitting there watching it all.

"Should I stop them?"

"No, this how they communicate with each other." Todd took another sip of his brewskies. "Sorry, Nate will help you fix and clean the place."

"What about the other one." She placed her hands on her hip.

"Other one, not sure, maybe not."

"Great," she says sarcastically. "Tell Nate that tomorrow at noon he can help me clean this place up." the hostess walked to the back room.

"Okay." Todd raised a brow at what she was doing curious but paid no mind, turning his head back and gripped tighter on the sword, satchel, and cloak not wanting them to be taken. If they were he'd be next to fill the wrath of Nathan before the poor soul who did.

Roger spun his right leg up towards Nate's temple, the raven-haired commoner ducked underneath the incoming kick. Roger missed causing his body to turn his back on Nate, facing the bars window; Nate balanced on his left foot, bringing up his right knee, tilting his leg when his foot sprung out striking the mid-section of his back, Roger crashed through the window. Nate stepped over the window frame, eyeing at the unmoving body. A twinge of panic came over him.

"Shit!" Nate exclaimed.

Walked hastily over to the body. Roger bolted up with a large jagged shard piece of glass, lunging at Nate jabbing the jagged shard of glass at his friend. Nathan twisted his body to get to Roger's side, he brought up doing a side knee into his abdomen. Roger's breath escaped him, his grip on the large shard of glass fell to the floor and shattered, Roger fell to his knees. Nathan gripped Rogers collar; Nate didn't even seem fazed from the fight.

"Don't you ever talk about her like that ever, you don't know her and I'm getting to know her and I feel a connection with her. So I want you to be nice. Can you do that?" Nate's voice lowered to the sounding threateningly.

"I guess, I can." he said in defeat, feeling like Nate's pissed about something else.

"Good." Nate released his grip on Rogers collar, Nathan turned fixing his brown vest, when something lit in his cranium; Nate twirled around sending a full force enclosed fist striking Roger's in his cheekbone sending him to the ground. Drunk, fading in and out of blackness, seeing Nate above him. "You don't get to say jack shit about my past," he grabbed his front collar pulling him up towards Nate's face. "because if you don't, I'll beat you to death. After all, I was an assassin." Nate threw him to the ground.

Nathan went back inside the still brawling mess of people, his eyes caught sight of the attractive bar hostess with a flintlock pistol covered in decorative details, was having trouble shooting. Nathan grasped the gun pulling it away and clocked the lock back into place, handing it back over to her.

"Thank you."

"No problem." he strolled away as the gunshot rang off, the patrons and ladies halted in their battle, eyeing the barmaid as if she were a crazy bitch.

"That's enough gentlemen and ladies." her voice was now strict and serious, making the patrons in her bar stop what they were doing.

Nathan placed his belt containing his sword strapped to his waist, the satchel over his shoulder, then his shoulder his cloak that contained the shoulder cape around his shoulder. Replacing his hood, licking his lips and tasted salt and vinegar of his blood in his mouth.


At the castle…

Anna was undoing her pigtail braids taking hold of a brush from the counter of her beauty dresser; stroking her hair till it became nice, straight, and soft.

"I don't understand the point of that, I mean your hairs just going to end up in a rat's nest in the morning." came from a disembodied voice of a man, Anna turned to see her fiancé. Kristoff laying sideways on the bed admiring his future wife.

"If I didn't it would be much harder to brush out in the morning." Anna placing down her bristled brush, strolling over to the bed; crawling over to him gazing into his light brown eyes. Anna could tell something was off.

"What's wrong?" Anna laid her curious head on his buff pectoral, with a saddened look on her face, tracing the infinite sign on the rest of his chest. Kristoff took a deep breath.

"Ahh, it's nothing." Kristoff trying to brush it off, Nate still on his mind and what he figured out.

"Kristoff will be getting to be married soon. You'll have to tell me what's bothering."

"Jeez, when did you become an adult." Kristoff did a sly smile.

"Huh…" Anna slapped his right breast. "I became an adult for months ago. I understand things better, now." Kristoff rolled his eyes knowing what she meant, and hoped to good Elsa doesn't find out.

"Nathan's an orphan," Kristoff said with uncertainty his voice.

"Kristoff!" she shifted her body upright, with a bit of anger in her turquoise eyes. "I told you-" Anna said with annoyance in her voice, her hand crunched up into a ball.

"I know punish me later. But when I asked him about his sword, it was his father. A book that belongs to him and he said "it reminds me of the times my father used to read to me and my little sister-" "

"Wait, hold the carrier pigeon. Nate has a sword?" Anna cut off her fiancé, Kristoff did a light groan of discomfort of his fiancée; only getting that from the story he was told.

"Yes, let me finish. I think that how royalty ruined his life, making him an orphan."

"How does that book or sword tell that he was an orphan."

"It's how he said it like he was going to cry"

"Maybe, I should inform Elsa on this." Anna was about to leave when she felt a large thick hand grasp hold of her bicep. Anna turned her head to look at him.

"He'll tell her when he's ready."

"Okay." she lightly punched his chest.

"Ow," faking the ouch "what was that for?"

"You said punish me later."

"Well, I was kinda hoping for a different punishment?" Kristoff gave a sly smile, his eyes scanning her body and seeing each article of clothing come off. Anna caught sight of that horn-dog filled look, she smiled seductively.

"Well, maybe a" she pecked his soft lips "different punishment is in order," her hand slinked around his chest down to his nether regions. Kristoff's eyes rolled to the back of his head, feeling an immense amount of pleasure then suddenly stopped. "We're not going to have sex until our wedding night."

"Ah…"


Elsa dipped her quill pen in the tiny tub of ink, writing a letter to the seamstress if she could make a stocking for her boyfriend "friend" is what she used in the letter. Tomorrow she was picking up a gift and honestly she didn't know what to get him. She folded the letter and enclosed it with turquoise wax an imprinting the Arendelle crocus. She didn't know why she was feeling so afraid and anxious for Christmas to come, she placed her gloved hand over her mouth and let out a yawn. Placing the quill pen inside a metal box that contained the tube of ink.

She went to her bed, covering her whole body; almost forgetting someone, but he already had a stocking. She uncovered her head so her light blue eyes rest on the crescent moon and for no reason, she could tell that Nate was looking to.


Nate's Farm…

Inside the barn house filled empty stables and straw piles, Nathan was swinging the blade around, block, thrusts, attacks, different maneuvers as if someone was truly there. Nate's breath was heavy, drenched in sweat not mention half-tipsy, he came to a full halt with the sword out and pointing away from his body; he brought the sword in, holding it upright eyeing the steel blade's imprinted raven. To what he saw was only darkness; his gaze turned to the moon sensing that Elsa was looking at it too, knowing she was light. But will the light outshine my darkness? Nathaniel inquired.

Flashback…

A young Nathaniel stood in front of three graves he dug the day before, covered in bruises and cuts. For no words escaped his mouth.

"He hasn't said anything yet?" A young male with dirty blonde hair asked.(Roger)

"Yeah so why did we come here?" A young boy with brunette hair inquired(Todd) to the young girl next to him.

"It's called paying his respects, so be quiet you two or should I turn you both into ash." A dirty blonde with green-blue eyes said, turning her palm upside and ignited a ball of flames.

"We know Rebekah."

"Good," the fireball vanished into thin air "know shut the fuck up."

Nathaniel unsheathed his father's sword from the scabbard from where it rested and pointed it to the direction of the full moon.

"I, Nathaniel Ryder Mikaelson, swear upon this sword to get vengeance on my family's death, by killing those who had done so, the heir to the throne who had commanded it prince Markos." Nathan placed the edge of the blade on his palm and sliced his skin, dripping blood on each of the three graves; on the last one, he knelt down. "And that's my promise, little sister. Those soldiers are going to pay for what they did to you and our mother… I love you." He stood, to sheath the sword back in its scabbard; he placed the sleeve of his shirt against the wound and clenched his hand to apply pressure. He turned away and walked over to three people who had helped him heal the other night.

"Where to know?" Rebekah questioned.

"The castle." Nathan's voice was filled with anger, he wanted vengeance and wanted it now.

"What, no, you'll be slaughtered," Rebekah said.

"Then what do you suggest?"

"Training?" She suggested.

"I was trained by my father." Nathan's shoulder bumped hers when he was starting to march away when Rebekah took hold of his arm and turned him to face her.

"You need more, and I know who can help."

"Who?"

Flashback End...