Hi! I'm Introducing new OC's in this chapter briefly, but you'll see a lot more of them as time goes on

Disclaimer- I Only own my OC's, nothing to do with Frozen or Tangled.


The next morning was much like the last, Anna having the day free with Kristoff forever by her side, and Elsa working in her study.

Except, she wasn't working.

Well, she was, but instead of finishing documents, she was writing numerous letters to send out to the neighbouring countries, informing them of the upcoming battle.
"And that's the last one for Corona. Now... how to send them..." Elsa then had a brilliant idea, but wasn't sure if she could pull it off with her lack of knowledge of her own magic. But, then again, if she could create two living snowmen, how hard could it be?

Only one way to find out.

With only a moment's hesitation, the Queen rose a block of solid ice from the carpet and delicately traced her fingers along the grooves. Crackles of snowflakes were left in their paths, instantaneously revealing an Owl carving. Elsa rubbed her fingers together to achieve a small glow. She allowed them to linger on where the heart would normally be, and in a flash, it spiraled through the air and halted when Elsa began to command it.

"Hmmm, Quentin I think. Now, I would like you to dispute these along the according kingdoms and bring me their replies as soon as possible, am I clear?" She stated

A small hoot came her way as the frosted bird soared out of her canopy window.
"I just hope I get the right responses..." Elsa sighed, remembering she still had to find a way to inform her younger.


Queen Primrose of Corona sat on her throne, currently watching as her daughter Rapunzel and new husband Eugene gazed at one another with lust-filled eyes.
'Young love.` She thought, a smile etched onto her face. 'Oh how I adore it.`
At that moment, the most extraordinary creature landed on the throne's arm, a path of glittering snowflakes trailing behind it.
"Why hello. Aren't you just the most beautiful bird I've ever seen."
The Owl affirmed with a quiet hoot before handing the red envelope to Primrose.
"Hmmm, from Arendelle, what could possibly be wrong there?"
She ripped through the fold and slipped out the letter, taking her time to read as any Queen should.
"WAR?!" She snapped ; Rapunzel and Eugene glanced at the her with worried looks.
"Rapunzel, Eugene, you shall accompany each other and ten thousand of our finest soldiers to Arendelle for a meeting with the Queen and Princess. You leave tomorrow." Primrose yelled before angrily strolling out of the Grand Hall.


"Prince Ruric, shall I set it free sir?"
"Not at all! An animal as fine as this wielding a red envelope is as important as ever!"
Prince Ruric of Carthya stroked the shimmering beast with a gloved hand before averting his eyes to read the letter.
"War? The Southern Isles. I hear their men are a danger to all." He stated before continuing to write a reply.
"I would be happy to become an Ally to Arendelle." Ruric handed Quentin the letter and looked at the nearest royal guard.
"Tell King Jaron his son Ruric has accepted an invitation to War..."


Avenia stood still in the gentle midnight breeze. The only soul awake being a young Prince, Sage, in his Grand Bedroom.
Sage was never a sociable person, preferred to keep himself occupied with hobbies rather than people. He stared out into the open, thinking of a certain servant girl, Imogen, who had saved his life several times during his training to becoming a False Prince. It wasn't like he loved her, he just knew they were more than friends. Far more. Before he realised, Quentin had stopped in front of him and hooted to get his attention. He jumped on the spot before realising that the strange Owl watching him was carrying a small, envelope, dyed in the same crimson red as his night robe.
"Oh, uhh, hi?" Sage stuttered as Quentin gave him the biggest look of disapproval he had ever seen. With his beak, he clamped the letter and handed it to the young prince.
Once read, Sage's eyes grew into humongous spheres and his skin drained of all it's color.
"W-w-war? I mean, of course I'll help, but the Southern Isles?! Their men have the strength of five Avenian soldiers combined!" He exclaimed. "Well, in this case, Arendelle needs all the help it can get. I just hope they get it soon enough..."


Well, Not bad for a third chapter huh? I promise they should be longer, but I'm kinda ill and my screen is all blurry, so if you see any spelling mistakes, I'm sorry.

Thanks for reading!

- Emily