Hey there! I'm back.

So yeah, I'd like to thank everyone that reviewed, followed and Favorited this story.

To Shawn Raven:

Actually, Hans isn't a complete main character per se. He isn't the main protagonist, nor is he the main villain. But he does play a significant role in the story. His brother is actually one of the main villains. (Hint: I'm implying multiple villains). I'm glad that you took the time to read it and review. That last part though. was it a challenge? It sounded like a challenge. I think I like you already. Hope this lives up to your expectations!

To TeamArendelle:

Thanks for reviewing! The prince and the maiden in chapter 1 are the Pied Piper's family. I looked him up online and I couldn't find much of his backstory so I tried creating a sort of story-verse thing to go along with it. Sorry to say, they are not Han's grandparents. I don't think the Piper or Hans are related at all. Still thanks for reviewing.

Oh yeah, BTW, if you are reviewing, do you mind if I PM you the responses? Just add a small footnote in the review if you don't want me to. I'll reply through the chapter then. Y'know, if you do plan on reviewing.


It was nearing spring, and Kristoff was walking back leisurely towards Arendelle, with Sven in tow. Sunlight shone through the canopy of leaves overhead, forming alternating light and dark patches of green, pale brown and white on the snowy path before him, on which his reindeer took much pleasure in prancing around. Behind him, a slew of other ice harvesters and reindeers followed, each pulling along their very own sled with huge slabs of ice resting precariously on them.

It was a good day, Kristoff supposed. The sky was clear, no snowstorms seemed imminent, and the wild animals had not attacked a single Arendelle citizen in ages. He was also going to be home in less than a day, and that meant Anna. Kristoff felt a smile come across his face. Anna definitely counted as one of the many reasons today was shaping up to be great.

Kristoff felt his reindeer buckle to a stop next to him, causing him to give Sven a strange look. Sven snorted agitatedly and gestured to the ground. Kristoff glanced at it and saw the imprint deep in the clump of snow still remaining. Kristoff frowned as he squatted down to examine it. The footprint looked like a dog's, but it was definitely bigger.

Wolves?

Kristoff groaned. And to think he had though today was going to be good.

-Legends-

From beyond the veil of reality, watching his favourite human, the fairy chuckled. The Piper was half dead, but no, his time wasn't yet to come. The fairy still had a host of punishments for the Piper, her favourite plaything. After all, she did have a debt to collect.

From behind the scenes, she plotted and planned, slowly turning the few who knew of the Piper against him. And the Piper, the poor fool out in search for her, did not know the fairy herself was following him. From the elves to the Siren's Rocks, to the Town of Hamelin, to his current predicament, the fairy had been behind all of them.

If it was any other mortal, the fairy would have put them out of their misery by now, but the Piper was no ordinary mortal. Regular spoiled princes would have died in the coup the Piper had faced. After killing their only apparent source of survival any other shipwrecked soul would have fallen in the darkest pits of despair. After having their talents scorned at by an entire town and being cheated out of the very prize he deserved, any artist would have been filled with hot, bright, but impotent rage.

But not the Piper.

The Piper was one of those few mortals the fairy had a shred of respect for. Humans ran around waging wars in the name of honour, the piper needed none. They travelled for years looking for acceptance, the Piper needed none. The Piper was one of those few humans that defied cultural norms and petty rules in favour of getting what he wanted, when he wanted. The Piper was a Schemer.

Right at the core, the Piper was a passionate being. He loved, he raged, he was blissful, he was saddened, but he never revealed a shred of it. And behind the whimsical facade used to lulling all opponents into a false sense of security, protecting his innermost passions, was a system of logic, always computing probabilities, finding new ways to get the intended result.

It was almost as if looking into a mirror. When she wanted something, she would plot and scheme and execute her perfect plan, and she would get her heart's desire. She cared for nought of those that had no personal meaning for her. It was a good thing that those dear to her were dead. After travelling the Earth for centuries, she had finally found someone like her.

It was also an uncanny occurrence that he also had the gift for mind magicks too.

And so, she would play with her new toy, watch him squirm with every problem she set before him, and amuse herself with admiring his solutions. And when she would grow bored, she would strike and reveal herself in her full glory. And the Piper would know her true nature and tremble.

For she was Fairy Gottmutther. And all those beneath her would bow.

-Legends-

Kristoff was armed with nothing but his pickaxe as he slowly edged his way through the forest. The ice harvesters had decided to send a small group of scouts ahead to watch out for the beasts. If they had plodded along, they would have run the risk of running into the entire pack. It would have been complete madness to tempt fate like that.

Kristoff had volunteered along with five other harvesters. He did have some experience in hunting so it was a pretty logical choice. Sven seemed pretty proud of him for thinking once in a while, judging from the wide grin he gave Kristoff. Either that or he wanted Kristoff to die so he could inherit all of Kristoff's money.

Ungrateful reindeer.

Kristoff had shot Sven a dirty look, and Sven seemed to inflate in self righteous anger. The sight of Sven looking personally affronted, as if Kristoff had insulted his mother, was absurd enough to make Kristoff burst into laughter. Soon enough, the two had made up with Kristoff scratching Sven between his antlers and Sven giving a dopey smile with his tongue lolling out.

Kristoff crept between the trees, his sense on high alert for wolves.

A bush rustled, and Kristoff fumbled around a bit before raising his pickaxe as if it was a sword. Yes, he did have a little hunting experience, but that was mostly tracking down animals and using traps. How the hell do you fight a wolf with a pick axe?

The bush rustled again, and Kristoff took in a big gulp of air. The bush shook a bit more violently, and Kristoff took a step back, his eyes fixed on the bush. The tension could be cut with a knife.

His muscles tensed, and a bead of nervous sweat rolled down Kristoff's brow. His heart was racing, and he was silently praying. I don't wanna die yet! I'm still a virgin! I've never even been stone cold drunk! The bush stilled, and out of the bush jumped a rabbit.

It blinked at Kristoff, before scampering away, and Kristoff let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding in. He laughed nervously before turning back, eager to return to the group and report that he found nothing, and promptly stopped breathing again.

A few feet away, its haunches raised, was a wolf, staring straight at Kristoff like he was a sack of meat. Kristoff froze, his hands desperately clutching at the handle of his pick axe. The two stayed there, locked in a staring match, until the wolf gave a predatory grin and snarled. That was all the encouragement Kristoff needed to turn heel and take off like the wind.

He glanced back. The wolf was still chasing him. He ran harder, jumping over a fallen tree branch as nimbly as he could. He glanced at his pickaxe and flung it behind him, hoping it would hit the wolf. No such luck. The wolf immediately avoided the flying pickaxe and continued the chase.

Kristoff continued running, ducking and weaving through the trees, before crashing into the ground, chin-first. He immediately scurried back to his feet and picked up the pace, he heard another growl, much closer to him, and he chanced another look behind, causing his heart to beat faster. A second wolf had joined in the chase.

Wonderful he thought to himself, but didn't pause to find out why he was most snarky when his life was in danger, instead veering away from his straight line path in a desperate attempt to stay away from the wolves.

He continued running, until he could hear the wolves no more. Shuffling into a stop, Kristoff bent over and started gasping for air. All that running had left him terribly tired. When he finally stopped and glanced around, he noticed two things. One, he was terribly lost. Two, there was a hat on the ground.

It wasn't a particularly fancy hat, just an extremely odd one. It was brown, shaped much like a horrible deformed triangle. Scrunching his nose up, Kristoff wondered what barmy fool would have worn such a monstrosity. He wasn't particularly fashion savvy, but being the sort-of-boyfriend to a princess did tend to affect you.

"Hey mister!"

Kristoff froze, as he bent down to pick up the hat, and glanced at the source of the sound. A kid, red haired with startling blue eyes ran up to him, freckles dotting his cheeks.

"Mr. Piper is hurt! You gotta help him!"

Kristoff didn't know what the boy actually meant, but he did gather that someone was hurt. He immediately forgot about the hat as he hurriedly walked towards the kid who had seemingly popped out of the bushes. Getting the message, the boy immediately turned around and ran in the opposite direction, leading Kristoff towards 'Mr. Piper'.

A few bushes and trees away, was a man lying on his back, eyes closed, and a huge blood stain covering his shirt. Kristoff immediately ran over, and checked for his pulse. A faint beating, he was still alive, but barely so.

Kristoff had no delusions about his medical capacity (he had none) and so, as carefully as he could (like a stonemason working with rocks) he picked up the man and ran back towards his group of ice harvesters, the small boy desperately keeping pace.

And from the shadows, the wolves watched. When out of sight, the spell binding them broke and they ran in the opposite direction.

-Legends-

In the beginning, nothing inhabited the Earth other than the Gods. They wished for people, for they were lonely and looked for companionship. And so they created living beings. First, they created humans, creatures fashioned after their own image. They populated the lands, farming, hunting and praising the gods.

The humans grew greedy and pillaged and looted the forests around them. The gods were displeased and so they created nature sprites, spirits bound to their elements. The rock trolls, forest elves, desert imps, mermaids for the water. And he gifted them with magic, mastery over their elements.

But the sprites were vengeful, and waged war on the humans. The gods were displeased at the slaughter the humans faced. And so he gifted a few of their number with magic of their own to help create balance. But the human magic wielders did not use their magic for peace; instead they used it for the betterment of their own race.

The gods grew fretful. Both humans and sprites were now at each other's throats, and now the gods were at the end of their power, whatever could they do? And one of the wiser gods put forth a plan.

They created a separate race, one allied to neither the sprites nor the humans. It was them that would uphold the peace. The gods used every bit of their powers in the creation of the fairies, and when it was done, the gods were no more.

The fairies stormed the earth, and soon there prevailed peace, upheld by the might of the fairies. But the humans and the sprites grew restless. They began to fear the magic of the fairies. And so they banded together and fought the fairies as one.

Soon all the fairies fell, save a few that managed to escape, and the humans and sprites started to live in peace.

Some of the fairies went into hiding, not wanting to do anything with the world, some travelled, their tales lost in the history of time, but one fairy remained.

She called herself Gottmutther. She was fearsome in the arts of mind control and illusions. She began to think and found the folly of the gods.

The gods gave the humans freedom, and there was strife. The gods gave sprites magic and there was war. All their problems could have been solved if they had just taken back. After all, there could be no light without dark. No good without evil. No giving without taking.

And so she gave her powers, she gave them freely, but in return she took, and took in interest. Her reputation grew. People would sooner die than take from her, but a few desperate souls paid no heed to the advice of many.

And to this day, legend goes that she still travels the Earth, seeking those that have unfulfilled wishes, so she may grant, and take back what is hers.

-Legends-

"You're awake."

Kristoff looked expectantly at the man in his bed. They were in Arendelle; Kristoff had rushed the man into his house and immediately called for a doctor. An hour later, the doctor had emerged from the room in which the man was kept with an exhausted smile on his face. The man would live.

That was two days ago.

The man looked at Kristoff, and Kristoff was mesmerized with his eyes. They were the most startling green. His brown hair dishevelled, his face grimy and groggy, and Kristoff still felt the man could look straight into his soul and find out all his secrets.

The man fixed him with a quizzical look.

"I suppose I am."

His voice wasn't high pitched, but neither was it low. It had some enchanting tinkle to it that made you seem to lose your train of thought as you heard it. Kristoff had to blink a few times before he could recall what he was about to say.

"...Right. You're boy hasn't been eating much these past few days, I'm guessing because he was worried sick for you. He seems like a good kid."

The man's expression grew troubled as he hummed noncommittally, instead seeming lost in his own thoughts. Then he started.

"These past few days?"

"Err...yeah. You've been out for three entire days."

His expression grew grimmer, and Kristoff had to use all his self control to not ask what was troubling him. He knew when not to pry.

"Perchance, did you find a woman with us too? Somewhere in her late thirties? Dark hair? Blue eyes?"

Kristoff scrunched up his nose. "...I don't think so. Was she your wife?"

The man didn't deign to respond; instead he went back into his thoughts. Kristoff had to suppress a wince and felt a stab of pity for the man.

"...I'm sorry for your loss."

The man hummed again, before straightening up and looking Kristoff in the eye.

"Thank you."

"Kristoff."

The man blinked, apparently taken back by the sudden response. Kristoff huffed before deigning to clarify.

"My name is Kristoff Bjorgman. But you can call me Kristoff."

Understanding seemed to dawn on the man. His eyes widened appropriately, and mouthed out an 'Oh' in the gaining of this new piece of knowledge.

"Thank you Kristoff."

The man gave a conciliatory tilt of his head. Kristoff waited expectantly, shifting his weight and tapping his foot. The man seemed unperturbed. Finally, Kristoff ventured out.

"And your name is..."

He tailed off, hoping the man would get the question. The man looked on quizzically again before gasping in understanding. He then gave Kristoff an enigmatic smile as his eyes twinkled.

"What is a name? Just something one uses to refer to himself. Hansel," Kristoff assumed that was the kids name "-calls me Mr. Piper, probably because of my talent with the flute." Now his smile was wider, less mysterious, and his eyes crinkled. "But I'm guessing you wouldn't want to call me in such an absurd manner, so you can call me Pipes."

Kristoff blinked, opened his mouth as if to clarify something, and firmly shut it again. He thought for a moment before trying once more.

"...Pipes?"

Kristoff felt incredibly stupid saying it.

"Or Toots. If that's what you prefer."

Kristoff gave 'Pipes' a long dubious look. 'Toots' smiled back. This went on for a minute or so, before Kristoff turned around, shaking his head at 'Pipes', and walking out of the room.

"Well...You need some rest. I'll be going now. Take care of yourself...Toots."

'Toots' smiled saint-like and waved, before realizing something.

"Kristoff? Do you know where my hat is?"

Kristoff turned to give 'Toots' and incredulous look, before pinching the bridge of his nose. Why was it that he seemed to get horrible headaches on days the thought that were good?


Yeah, so that's it. Tell me what you thought. Just to clarify, the Piper's name is not Toots. Or Pipes. Just saying.

Hope y'all enjoyed it.

Peace out.

-ProdigyPsycho