Hello my darlings! I'm back with another chapter, yay! Since I'm on a break from uni for the next few weeks I should be able to upload another chapter after this one, so keep your eyes open for that one. Anyway, I'd like to thank all who reviewed, favourited and followed. You lot made me ever so happy.

Disclaimer: As you all know I have no claim to Princess Tutu or Frozen, they're only mine in my dreams.

Now on with the story!

Once upon a time there was a princess with a great power. The ability to control snow and ice. The princess was concealed away after she almost killed her younger sister. What kind of queen shall this princess turn out to be? And what of the younger princess?

Chapter 2-Mysteries of further tales

It had been a week since Fakir had successfully been able to turn Ahiru back into a human. At first Fakir had had some difficulty explaining Ahiru to the rest of Kinkan as they had no recollection of her.

"She saved them all and they don't even recognise her."

As Ahiru got used to being a girl again she found some changes that she quite liked. After three years as a duck she didn't expect her body to change as it had. She may have dreamed about becoming human again, but that didn't mean she thought she ever would. For one, she had grown slightly taller even if she still rested bellow Fakir's chin. To her surprise her chest had grown some too. Ahiru was no longer the flat-chest ballerina she had been three years prior; she had developed from a duck into a swan.

Fakir was sat at his desk, writing another story, when a dove flew through his open bedroom window. Dropping an envelope on the desk the pure white bird glided over to Fakir's bed where it ruffled its feather before settling down. Fakir smiled at the dove, placing his quill on the old wooden desk. This particular dove belonged to Mytho, as he used him frequently to correspond with Fakir. Ripping the seal open and unfolding the letter, Fakir expected nothing more then Mytho to ask about Ahiru and how she getting along as a girl once again, with another letter from Rue for the orange haired ballerina herself to read. He did not expect what he read at all.

Fakir

I wonder if you remember the Kingdom of Arendelle and their two princesses. Even if I had no heart I can still recall memories of Anna and Elsa visiting Charon's shop and to watch you train. I've recently learned that Elsa is to become Queen and that the coronation day is in four days time (that is if Mashiro gets to you today). As Prince of Pura Cycnos I've been invited to attend along with Rue, and an entourage of two. As you are my most loyal Knight and Ahiru will forever be a worthy princess in my opinion I would like to extend the invitation to the both of you as my entourage. Send word with Mashiro and I shall send a carriage immediately.

Your friend,

Mytho.

To say the knight was shocked was an understatement.

"Anna and Elsa."

He hadn't thought of the princesses for years. Training, Mytho, those bloody ravens and Ahiru took up must of his time over the past thirteen years. A smile spread across his face from ear to ear as he quickly penned a response to the prince.

"Come here Mashiro, I need you to take this to Mytho right away."

The dove cooed and flew over to the writer, stretching his leg out to grasp the note. Fakir gently stroked the small bird's feathers before letting him leave for Pura Cycnos.

Glancing back at his desk and the unfinished story that lay upon it, Fakir quickly tidied his work away and made his way to the kitchen.

"Ahiru, I have news from Mytho."

Later that day, Mytho's carriage arrived for Ahiru and Fakir. The duck turned girl had been ever so exited when her knight had told of Arendelle's coronation day. She was just as shocked, if not more so, to learn that she'd been invited to attend with Mytho and Rue.

The swan drawn carriage had delivered them safely to Pura Cycnos where the pair was greeted by the prince and princess. Rue, who had not known of Ahiru's resent development' cried upon seeing Ahiru in her yellow shorts and turtle neck. The two women were left to their own devises for the four days they had to spare before travelling to Arendelle.

On the day the group set off to the coronation, Rue found Ahiru in the rose gardens by the front of the royal palace. As the early morning light reflected off the white marble and stained glass windows of the palace, the gardens had looked extremely inviting to the nervous ballerina. Ahiru did not want to embarrass herself, or even worse, Mytho and Rue at the coronation. After all, she was not only representing Kinkan Town but Pura Cycnos as well.

Rue walked down one of the paved paths that led to Ahiru at the centre of the rose gardens.

"Ahiru, are you okay? You a little off." The princess asked her friend.

Ahiru turned from the roses, one twirling in her hand. Her whole face betrayed her nerves.

"I just don't want to make a fool of myself. You know I'm clumsy, and I'm nowhere near as graceful and beautiful as you are."

Rue stared at her friend, but she couldn't help but giggle at Ahiru.

"You aren't that clumsy anymore. I think you're almost as graceful as you when you were Tutu."

Once Ahiru regained her human form she took up ballet again straight away, only this time she had private tutoring from Fakir. Rue had taken up Ahiru's lessons over the last few days and believed Ahiru had greatly improved. Maybe a little piece of Princess Tutu still lived on in the blue eyed ballerina.

"Don't worry about embarrassing yourself; I'll make sure you have a wonderful time in Arendelle. Fakir can back up on that."

Ahiru smiled at Rue, placing the rose she held in Rue's hair.

"There, you're even more beautiful now."

Rue smiled at Ahiru as she hugged the smaller girl.

"Ahiru, Rue, it's time to go."

At the edge of the rose gardens stood Fakir and Mytho. For the occasion both were dressed in formal attire. While Mytho wore white trousers, brown boots and deep blue shirt with gold detailing, Fakir was the opposite. Clad in black trousers and boots and a forest green shirt, with his sword strapped to his hip, he looked the perfect image of a knight. Both men wore hooded capes and Mytho's crown rested on his silver hair.

"We're coming Fakir." Ahiru called back to the men and grabbed Rue's hand as they walked out of the gardens.

"Oh Ahiru, I almost forgot." Rue reached into her pocket of her cape and drew small necklace.

"I found this by the lake back in Kinkan. I don't know why I kept it, but it made me think of you when I saw it in my jewellery box this morning."

As Rue tied the clasp around Ahiru's neck, the younger ballerina admired the small golden charm; a simple butterfly resting on top of a sunflower.

"Thank you, Rue, thank you so much." Ahiru beamed.

As the group settled into the carriage, Ahiru wondered what Arendelle might be like.

"Ah, how sweet. My lovely characters think they shall be off to a simple celebration. Ha! How foolish they are."

Drosselmeyer watched as the four characters set of from the palace.

"Wait! What is that?"

The gear changed and zoomed in on Ahiru.

"That necklace seems familiar, hmm. Ah ha! I've got it! Oh how delightfully cruel this is. It seems as if more stories have awakened. Oh I do so love how my work turns out."

Princess Anna couldn't hold in excitement. Today was coronation day and the gates would finally be open again.

"There'll be actually real live people!" she thought as she wandered along the palace halls. The servants were doing their very best to get everything ready on time for the ball that evening. Opening a window, Anna could see the sails of various ships coming into port. This was the day she had been waiting for ever since Elsa had shut herself away.

Anna ran into the courtyard and waited anxiously for the gates to open. As she heard the guards' shouts she grew more elated. The gates opened and she smiled like there was no tomorrow.

Drosselmeyer chuckled at Anna's encounter with the prince form the Southern Isles. It was wonderful to know that everything was going exactly as planned. As he watched the princess run back to the palace he stared at this "Hans" fellow.

"Now, something about that smile and those eyes also seems familiar. Ah well, it shall come to me I'm sure. Ah, it looks like my other lovelies have arrived."

The gear showed Mytho and his entourage walking through the palace courtyard and into the royal chapel.

"I wonder if all from the past shall rise again."

And that's it for this chapter lovelies.

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Mashiro (Mytho's dove) means pure white in Japanese

Pura Cycnos (Mytho and Rue's kingdom) means pure white swan in Latin.

Until next time sweethearts, thanks for reading and please review.

Frances xx :)

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