Usual disclaimer of not owning Frozen or Disney characters, but owning the idea of the Elementals, yadda yadda fluff alert at the end of this chapter, along with some heaviness in the home life. As always, enjoy!

"Anna, come here," a feminine voice called out to Anna. While it spoke the Common Tongue, there was a distinct inhuman quality to it. Anna looked around, and it seemed like she was in a deep fog. In the distance, she saw a glowing light, a combination of colors. Squinting and pressing onward, she moved toward the light, as if under a spell.

"Almost there, young one," the voice said. It was then that Anna realized that the voice was all around her. It was almost impossible to describe, but she could almost feel it speaking in her soul. So she moved closer to the light, not exactly knowing how to reach it but determined to do so nonetheless. Eventually, her feet found their way before the light, realizing now that it settled on a white.

"Child, I am sorry I cannot present myself in my full form as of the moment; I can scar your soul, as you are not ready yet for some things," said the light. Anna was mesmerised at it bent and wobbled as it spoke.

"Not ready…?" she asked, curious as to what the light meant.

"You will see what I mean in the future, rest assured. For now, I need you to remember this phrase: no sooner will the lines cross than the form will be complete," the light said, its luminosity beginning to dim.

"Alright… But who are you?" Anna asked the quickly fading ball.

"Why, my dear… I am Vita. And now, you must awaken," the light said, before fading completely. In the moments before waking, she was left in total darkness, the fog quickly surrounding her.

"Sven, no—!" Anna heard Kristoff yell just as she opened her eyes, only to be greeted to four giant paws to her stomach. Her eyes bulged comically out of her head, the wind being knocked out of her with an oof! Sven sat by her side and wagged his tail, tongue hanging out of his mouth and a canine smile slipping across his face before leaning down and licking Anna's forehead. She wiped his slobber off of her then pet behind his ear, the ministration causing him to gallumph on her chest.

"C'mon Sven, I gotta get a shower," she grumbled, pushing him off. At the mention of the word 'shower', he zoomed off her and over to Kristoff, to which the burly man chuckled.

"See, Red? I'm not the only one!" he laughed. There was a definite heaviness in the hotel room now, a sadness trying to be shrouded by the good naturedness of all parties in the room at the time. She stretched and grabbed some towels from the stand next to her bed, making her way over to the bathroom. Steam quickly started to billow from the shower, fogging up the mirror the mirror that she was staring at herself in.

Fog…

Her mind drifted to the dream she had. The only time she had ever heard of a God or Goddess visiting someone was a Lord or Lady, not a mere common person. And to have the supreme Goddess visit her… Hm.

Remembering the fact that hot water was being wasted, she hastily undressed and slipped into the shower, letting the heat soak into her pores and soothe the aching muscles that laid beneath the surface, relaxing and rejuvenating all in the same. She began thinking about the shock that Lord de l'Eau showed, clearly disapproving of her originally. Now? Perhaps her speech convinced him otherwise… She rested her forehead against the cool tile of the shower, for once doubting her decision in leaving the Ignis Magum.

Well, technically, it's not leaving. It's not like you're excommunicated or anything.

Even the thought to herself did little to reassure her that leaving was okay and approved of. Anna sighed to herself, the wet, fiery locks of her hair starting to fall over her face. She pushed her bangs out of the way washed herself, little by little waking up more and more. Her legs, luckily, had been shaven yesterday, before the meeting; this was Fiji, and she had no intention of wearing pants anytime soon. In fact, the only reason she had pants was because of the Habitu.

After she was finished cleaning, rinsing and drying herself, she dressed into the outfit she had packed for her final day: high waisted black shorts with gold buttons and a light green tank top with open sides, accompanied by a white bandeau. She put her hair in her signature twin braids, put on a backwards black snapback, and slipped into her black Converse before giving herself a once over one more time in the mirror. Smiling at herself, she walked out of the bathroom, where Iakob, Kristoff and Sven were all ready to go to the beach.

As soon as Anna stepped out into the open, the men's eyes shifted over to her. She smiled at them sadly, realizing this was most likely going to be their goodbye. Her eyes moved to the side, a wave of emotion overcoming her.

"Thank you," she whispered, packing as much meaning into the two words as she could. No sooner had she finished the phrase had both men given her a group hug. She felt the urge to cry, but quickly suppressed it. This was a bittersweet goodbye, they all knew that; so she decided to look at the sweet side of it. This was the turn of a page in the newest chapter in her life. She grinned at that thought, pulling back and patting them both on their shoulders.

"I'll leave the room key in here after I get back. I'll see you guys soon," she said, "and Sven, take care of Kristoff while I'm gone. Gods know he can't look out for himself."

"Hey!" Kristoff protested, whacking her arm. Iakob left ahead of them, needing to reserve the beach spot. Anna smiled one more time, walking to the door, before a thought occurred to her. She turned back around briefly.

"Kristoff, hold out your hand." His face bore one of confusion, but he did as he was told. She pressed her thumb into his palm, eyes glowing a dim teal, as she created a crocus insignia in the middle of it. The sign illuminated his palm, filling it with an almost uncomfortable feeling, before the glow disappeared along with the light from her eyes. She mimicked the action in her palm, and it felt as if something clicked into place; an unshakeable sense of knowing about the other person shifted.

"Whoa," Kristoff said, marvelling at the feeling of synchronization that he felt now between the two of them, "where did you learn to do that Anna?"

"Well, it's a mixture of Calor Facit practices and Troll Magic. Basically, if you press into your palm and channel your Magical energy there, it'll resurface and alert me that something is really wrong. Same with me. Try it out now," she said. He did as he was told, and just as she said the insignia came to the surface of his palm and as with Anna. When he released his focus of energy, the insignia disappeared. Anna smiled.

"Bye, ya stinker!" she called, walking out the door, making sure to keep it open.

Agðar stared down at the bloody cloth in his hand, once more dampened by his coughing. Elsa had called him that morning, before he had gone into work, to ask of him if she could stay with him until she had saved up enough money to rent her own apartment; she had finally been inducted into the GM and he found himself proud of her despite himself. His actions had brought dishonor on their family name, he knew that, and he was happy to find that the order — while apprehensive — had accepted her in.

It would've been different, he thought, had that bastard I'm ashamed to have called my father not — He stopped the thoughts in their tracks, interrupted by yet another coughing fit. He tasted the metallic tang of blood dance over his tongue, making its way deep into the material of the rag he was holding.

You know it's going to be difficult to hide this from Elsa when she moves back in. You might as well just find out the cause of this now, before she flies back.

His rationale told him that line of thinking was correct, but he was scared. He was a coward, afraid to find out about his own fate.

I wish you were here, Iðunn. You would have known what to do. The thought of his late wife caused him to sigh in sad remembrance, wanting her back by his side. He looked over at the picture he kept on his bedside table of her, and the teddy bear that he had given her when they first started seeing each other that he tucked in in her stead.

Elsa looked so much like her mother, the only few differences being the hair color, of which she got from her grandmother, the eye color and the height. In a sense, he was happy she was coming back. He hated being alone in the mountains, and while the new dog they now had, Janders, was good company, nothing could replace a human.

Hopefully, the news of what is going on is not sorrowful, he thought, I am not ready for Horatius yet. He laid down and faced the teddy bear, before bringing it against him and closing his eyes tight.

Right?

"Miss, are you here alone?" The tanned woman behind the counter said to Elsa. She had been thinking about texting Anna to inquire about her location, but she decided not to push it. She would be there in her own time. Elsa shook her head.

"No, my apologies. I'm currently waiting for my… friend. Do you have a table for two?" she asked the girl. Looking at her name tag, she realized it was Moana, the owner of the restaurant.

"Yep! Would it bother you if I sat you outside today?" Moana asked.

"Not at all," Elsa replied, smiling. Anna seemed like the kind of person to like the outdoors. They walked outside to a wooden table with matching benches. Moana pulled out a notepad and pencil, flipping over the top cover.

"Alright miss, what can I get for you today?" She asked, pencil at the ready.

"Just an iced mocha, cream and sugar. I'm sure my friend will want something when she gets here, so I'll wait to place my food," Elsa requested politely. Moana scribbled it all down, then closed the book with a smile.

"Okay, your coffee should be done in about three minutes." Elsa nodded at her and Moana walked away.

Elsa leaned back and rested her sunglasses atop her head, pushing her bangs back with it. It was a lovely day out, and the light blue maxi skirt and white crop top she wore made the day feel all the more calm and relaxed. The café was by the ocean, and she could feel all the energy of Water surrounding her; the sound of the waves lapping against the soft sands was relaxing, and she was sad that she would have to go soon. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of red appear. No sooner had she registered it was Anna than the person in question sat down across from her, breaking her from her reverie.

Elsa had to do a double take, making sure her contacts were adjusted correctly. Anna looked so different than the night prior, seemingly much more comfortable in her current attire than last night's. Her scar was now more visible, as more of the skin on her chest was exposed from the dip in her neckline. Realizing her eyes were trailing, she popped them back up to Anna's, blush tinting her ears.

"Hi," Elsa said, giving a small wave and a shy smile. When Anna returned her grin and wave, she felt a cage of butterflies be released in her stomach.

My Gods, what this girl does to me.

"Alright Miss, here's your coffee!" Moana chirped, coming back and placing the cup in front of Elsa. Noticing that Anna was now present, Moana turned to her and gave her her greetings, asking her the same question she had asked Elsa a few minutes prior.

"I'll take a hot chocolate, please. And, if you wouldn't mind, a chocolate muffin as well," Anna requested.

"And I'll take a chocolate turnover, please," Elsa pitched in, the mention of chocolate food making her stomach rumble. Moana nodded and wrote it all down.

"Alright ladies, the food should take about ten minutes, and the drink no more than two," she said. The two ladies nodded and expressed their thanks before Moana left to go inside. Elsa closed her eyes and breathed in the salt scented air, tinged from the ocean, then opened her eyes Anna.

"Let's get through the business part of this date, then actually focus on getting to know each other," she said. Anna hummed in agreement.

"So, firstly. Do you have the capacity to control both saltwater and freshwater?" Anna nodded her confirmation.

"Good. To control Ice, you need to have be able to have control both. For example, we're in a very humid environment. Therefore, when we advance enough, you should be able to do this," she said, eyes alighting with a dim glow. She drew the water in the air around her to her fingers, freezing them and pointing them to spikes. Anna's eyes grew large, watching as Elsa then disapparated the spikes into thin air. Elsa smiled, liking way that Anna seemed to marvel what she was doing.

"I'm not entirely sure how Fire Magic works, but I do know that Ice Magic not only can use one's Magical energy to bend and shift the water around them, in the process freezing the water, but can also generate Ice from oneself using their energy. That's the beautiful thing about Ice: you can use your own mind to create things, or use the water around you to help you." Anna loved the way that Elsa got so animated about Ice, wanting to share her love of it as much as possible.

"Fire is somewhat similar to the whole 'generating-magic-from-oneself' idea. One of the reasons I started doing the shows that I did was because I loved using my Magic to make people smile, and widen my threshold of energy. Everyone has a limit as far as how much Magic they can expend at one time, and mastering Fire has made me control and expand with my limits. I can go for hours now without feeling tired, thanks to doing the shows," Ana responded, "And as you know, using your own energy as opposed to the Elements around you requires a lot more energy than not." Elsa nodded in agreement.

"Indeed. Before we got too off task, though, I want to discuss only a few more things." Moana then came out with Anna's hot chocolate, settling it down in front of her. She left as quickly as she came, clearly busy. Anna's eyes seemed to pop out of her head at the smell, and she bit her lip, clearly trying to force down a sound from escaping her lips. The entire scene made Elsa's stomach flip at its adorableness.

"We will be training at my father's house for a while. I… don't have any money, really, and my father offered me to stay there until I saved up enough Krones to rent a small apartment, probably on the south side of Arendelle," she explained. Elsa suddenly became self conscious of the fact that she was quite literally broke. One of the downsides to being put out on your own was the actual lack of money. Anna waved her hand dismissively.

"I'd be glad to help you out, without a doubt. I'll get a job and save up with you," she said, more statement than offer. Before Elsa could rebut her, she continued. "C'mon, Elsa. It's the least I can do for someone who is teaching me." Elsa closed her mouth then, knowing that no matter how hard she tried she was not going to convince Anna otherwise.

Stubborn. File that away for later.

"... Alright." There was a look in Anna's eye, one that dared her to present a challenge, but Elsa broke eye contact. She knew better than to try to change the redhead's mind, and there was a triumphant smirk that graced Anna's lips in the next second.

"Anyway, the first thing we'll be working on is simple manipulation of the cold…" she started off, telling Anna the basics of everything that they would start off by working on. Anna smiled to herself; it wasn't often that she had seen Elsa talk so freely about something as she did Ice, and she found it endearing (to say the least). Eventually, Elsa's small ramble of things she loved came to an end and their food came out. Both ladies sighed in delight at the delicious food presented to them, and proceeded to giggle at the other's ministrations.

As Anna dug right in, Elsa eloquently began to eat her turnover.

"So, Anna. The first time we went out, little things were talked about. I'd like to get to know more of the deeper things, if you wouldn't mind. Your background, family, etc.," Elsa said, "and if you'd like to know anything about me, feel more than welcome to ask." Tonna had done this with her as well; it established a sense of trust between pupil and mentor, one that was well needed in this time of strife between Fire and Water.

"Okay. Well, I'll start with my family, I suppose. You know the legend of the Trolls, put on Earth as a gift from Plinius when the Order was still the Children?" she asked. Elsa nodded, uncertain of where this conversation was going.

"Well, when I was four, they took me in and raised me as their own. Grand Pabbie and Bulda — the two eldest Trolls — were the main parental figures in my life, and encouraged me to do wonderful things, amazing things. My adoptive older brother, Kristoff, has always been there for me. He's my best friend, my confidant, the person I go to in my times of need," she said, unconsciously swiping her thumb over her palm, "they had taken in Kristoff from birth, and he was about six years old when the Trolls found me. All Kristoff knows is that his mother's name was Siv Bjorgman, and she died during childbirth. The Trolls said that she had found them when she went into labor, getting a glimpse of Kristoff right before she died. He was born an underweight baby, oddly enough, the damn big oaf he is.

"But anyway, I'm rambling and getting off topic. I've gotten down all the ways of Fire, and if I really wanted to, could be the next Ignis Magum after Lady Sydalnnar resigns or passes. But I have a capacity for Water, too, and can master all of it as well," she explained. Elsa nodded, taking in her long speech before realizing a missing detail to the family aspect of Anna's talk.

"Wait, Anna. You said that the Trolls took you in at the age of four. What about the four years prior?" Elsa asked. Anna's eyes shifted as she took a bite of her muffin, her left hand coming up to lightly touch her scar.

"My parents and I lived in the city of Corona for a while. You know, the one in Norway? But when I was four, we had gone on a trip in the woods by the Valley of the Hidden Rock… we got attacked, and my parents died," she said flatly, "That's where I got the scar, actually. They were after me, I think. My parents had obviously tried to protect me, but the men were much stronger than them. My parents had put up a fight, and a damn good one. But they eventually were taken down, and the men tried to kill me next. The one had a massive sword, and almost sliced me through. He somehow got pulled back, even though the tip of his sword still managed to slice my chest, he and all the other men were knocked unconscious. I soon fell down next to them, the gash bleeding pretty heavily. Next thing I knew, I woke up with bandages all over my torso with the Trolls." Anna frowned deeply, not liking the resurfacing of old memories. She still had nightmares about that day.

Noticing the look she had, Elsa reached her hand across the table and took Anna's in hers, only thinking of comfort. She ran her thumb over the tanned knuckles of the redhead in front of her, giving her silent support and secretly loving how warm the redhead was. Anna reached her eyes, and Elsa gave her a gentle smile and warm look, one that said that it was okay. Anna took a deep breath and squeezed her hand.

"Thank you," she said, "I don't usually like to tell people about that. Not even many of my mentors know, set aside you and Iakob. It feels good to talk about it to someone my age." Elsa nodded her understanding. Anna reluctantly pulled her hand away and took a bite of her muffin again, getting a little bit of chocolate on her cheek. Elsa brought her hand up to her mouth and chuckled at Anna's messy eating, glad the mood was lightening.

"What, do I have something on my face?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at Elsa's laughter. Anna raised her thumb and started stroking around her face.

"Indeed, you do. On your cheek. Over, over more…. Hold on." As she was about to lick her thumb to just get it off, Anna's nose crinkled in disgust.

"Oh hell no. You are not wiping that nastiness on me," she said. Elsa just laughed again, before reaching her thumb in front of Anna's lips.

"Fine. What if it's your nastiness?" she asked, a playful lilt to her voice. Anna's ears turned red, but she gave the blonde's thumb a quick lick, jerking her head back a little at the contrast of her cold thumb to her hot tongue. Elsa seemed surprised too, blinking a few times before wiping away the chocolate on Anna's cheek.

She supposed she should have expected it; Anna radiated warmth. Being of Fire, Elsa felt she shouldn't be surprised by that fact. Taking a sip of her iced coffee, she retracted her hand settled her hands in her lap.

"So, anyway. Any questions for me?" she asked.

"Is it just your dad?" asked Anna. She never had been one for being tact, settling for getting straight to the point instead.

"Yes; my mother died when I was very young, hardly even a year. Tonna has served as my pseudo-mother since I was eleven. My dad is the only immediate family I have left, though; my grandfather passed away in the same year my mother did, and my grandmother passed away when I was five. I didn't really know many people on my mother's side," she said.

Does she really not know the story? It's practically famous by now.

Of course, Anna had heard of something regarding the Isånd family, but they were just rumors that varied from tale to tale. She would ask eventually about it, but she decided that now most likely wasn't the best time. She didn't want to push any boundaries that she wasn't sure of yet. Going for a lighter approach, she decided to ask a question that had been irking her since the first time they had met.

"Alright, and perhaps more importantly… What in the world made you choose dark chocolate over milk?!"

A/N: WoOoOoOoOo finally! Some quality fluff after a lot of plot and angst. Word from the wise: look at Elsanna comics when you are lacking motivation. It helps man! You know what else helps? Reviews! Please drop a comment guys; if I see what you like and don't like, it really helps me out and motivates me. I know I sound like a broken record, but if I don't get a response, it kind of makes me feel like I put all this work into a chapter and the planning without getting a positive or negative response. Critiques are always welcome, as long as it's not angry hate. Any small thing to improve my writing goes a long way, trust me. Speculations are welcome too, I have no problem answering them. Thank you all once again!

And now, for the review! (thank you to everyone who followed, favorited and commented this past week. You kick ass!)

Strasza says: This is an amazing chapter, and I have an idea of what to call the "X Wielders", current name I'm giving them as that's the only discernible trait that they all have in common. Since they seem to be a large organized group trying to take down the Magi, I think their name should be "The First Order", that's just my thoughts though, you might have a different direction you want to take this

Burns: 1. Thank you so much! I could not wait to post last chapter; I worked really hard on the story with Rörik. 2. Ah, you are quite perceptive; but trust me, there is much more to learn about this group. There's a story and a name that will be given to the X-Wielders, but a pseudonym will be given by the Order for now, probably when enough sufficient evidence is provided by those who are captured… Oh my god I should have called them the X-Men. Missed opportunity, damn it! Anyway, I have the entire story laid out so I already know the direction I want to take this. Thank you for the suggestion though!

As always, thank you for choosing to read my story in your time. I'll see you all next time! ~Burns