The Inuit woman is before me once more.
She has a knowing look engraved on her face.

"Ikkuma." I say this to her. "It means 'Fire', doesn't it?"
She grins.
I take the Inuit gloves off of my hands; the Arendelle ones, also.
I reveal my new, healthy flesh to her.
"I won't be needing these anymore." I hand the gloves back to the woman. She has more use for them then I do now.
"Thank you." I tell her, my words sincere.
She dips her head.

Ember and I have been riding on Celeste for several months now.

Celeste is a strong creature. The muscles in her wings strain unrelenting in the wind. They have been fluttering for days on end. We try to give her breaks as often as we can. I wouldn't want to tire the poor thing.

I admit that I am growing rather impatient. I want to be back in Arendelle.
Without a doubt, Hemmin will have returned before me. I hope to get there as soon as I possibly can.
I must stop her.
I know not what her plans are to be. I can only hope that she will not harm my people... or my sister.
Please, Hemmin, do not hurt Anna!

"We should let Celeste rest." Ember breaks through my thoughts. "I can tell she is tiring."
I agree, although I admit that I am reluctant. I need to get to Arendelle.

Ember directs Celeste to swoop downward toward the solid ground below.
When her hoofs firmly touch the Earth's surface, we both dismount from the Pegasus.

"That a girl." Ember runs his fingers through Celeste's golden mane. It is slightly tangled from the torrential winds whirling around up in the atmosphere. Once we are back in Arendelle, I will see to it that she is taken to our royal stable to be groomed back to her former grandeur.

"Shall I make us a fire?" He grins at me. I think he is quite pleased to have full control over his powers now.
I nod my approval.
I help him gather wood. He seems to have a much better eye for finding ideal fire wood.
Once we have a decent pile gathered, he kneels before it and begins to work his magic.

Let it go.

He does.
A small, controlled flame rises out from the palm of his hand. He focuses his eyes upon it, as though he is looking deep into the fire's soul.
Like a father willing his child to run off to school, Ember commands the fire to leave the familiarity of his hand. The flame trudges slowly into the firewood. "Must I leave you, Master?" I can imagine it whining.
We have successfully made a fire: a nice, small fire.
Ember is elated.

"You did it!" I congratulate him.
"Indeed." He smiles at his work, proudly.

We sit around the fire for several hours.
Celeste feeds upon some grass in a nearby field. She seems to be quite content.

The reflections of the flames dance on Ember's face, an orange glow rippling into his eyes.
I enjoy watching it.
Over the course of our time sitting here, something somber seems to have crept into him.
"Why do you look as you do?" My question rises out. It startles the fire, shaking it's flames a little.
Ember glances at me. "Just thinking."
"About?"
He sighs. "Ida."
I feel his pain as if it were my own.
I wish I could fix the broken pieces in his heart, but I know that I cannot.
However, I can tell him what I did not before.
"I didn't tell you..." I take a deep breath. I know that I have his full attention. He is looking at me with those intense, gray eyes of his. "As you now know, I have ice powers. Many of your struggles have once been my own. I tried for years and years to conceal my powers, just as you had. It proved futile.
Ember, I nearly killed my sister, Anna, twice. It's a miracle that she is alive."
His eyes are sympathetic. He feels my pain as I feel his.
"I should have told you before..."
"Uh... yeah."
"I'm sorry."
"I will always forgive you." He takes my hand in his.

Celeste neighs from where she is grazing nearby. I suppose she is saying, "I'm still here... stop being gross."
Ember and I laugh.
"I should think Celeste has had a sufficient amount of time to regain her strength." He comments. "Let us continue on our journey back to Arendelle. You have been away far too long, my Elsa."

We mount back onto Celeste and soar back into the heavens.
My stomach has nervous butterflies swarming within it.
I sing to calm myself.
"In the mountain's arms
Held closely by the hills
A kingdom safe and warm
Is resting very still
It's people strong
Their hearts are well
I hear their song
'We never broke, we never fell
We are the folk of Arendelle'."

My people will be all right.

We fly constantly for many days.
I can tell by the terrain that we are getting close... very close.
The land has become quite mountainous.
Over every peak, I expect to see Arendelle resting at the mountain's base. Over very peak, I am met with disappointment.
There has still not been any sign of Arendelle.
Celeste is growing weary, once again.
"Perhaps we should stop again, Elsa." Ember suggests.
I know in my heart that we are nearly there, but I do not wish to endanger Celeste.
We must let her rest.
Ember gives Celeste his consent to land.

"No, wait!" I cry.
Celeste jerks back up.
"There!" I point, exhilarated beyond words.

Resting at the bottom of the mountains, surrounded by a sparkling, blue mass of water, stands what I know to be Arendelle. Even though it is a mere speck in the distance, I know this is my kingdom without any question in my mind.

"I'm home." I whisper.