A/N: Hey guys, it's me again, I've been busy with school work these past few days, but I've managed to complete chapter eight. We're almost up to what? 450 views? That's totally amazing. However, I'm planning to do another fanfic alongside with this which would be a full Disney character fanfic, probably 3rd person P.O.V it's cannon, not Au. ANyhow, I hope you guys are enjoying Melted, so have a good one guys! :D

*hugs n kisses from Elsa*

Chapter eight

Kristal.

Months had passed in the world of reality. I had met new friends who were totally amazing. Anna had drove her first car— a supercar— they called it, I, too had drove my own and even had a race with my own sister. The Olympian gods had become my friends and my relationship with Jack strengthened day by day, until he decided to propose to me. It was perfect. Beyond perfect, his voice still rang in my ears when we had said our marriage vows. Some of my friends, who were mortals, played in the chapel with violins, everything, Anna was going to be married to Kristoff, and everything was utterly perfect I didn't want to leave this world anymore.

But the best of all was…Jack and I was expecting our first baby.

"So, umm…have you decided a name yet?" Anna said smiling at my stomach that was enlarged because of the developing baby.

"I don't really know," my sister eyed me ridiculously, "what?! I seriously don't know," I laughed wholeheartedly, "at least Jack and I know that we're expecting a girl."

"Hmm…how about…uh…um…Sa—no, not Sandra, hmm…Cecilia? No, no…hmm…" Anna suggested.

"How about Kristal?" I suggested, stroking my stomach.

"This is why I love having a sister like you. It fits!" Anna beamed, the corner of her lips curled into a smile.

"So Kristal it is then?" I asked,

"Probably, it's your decision and—oh, what if she has Jack's eyes! Your hair! And um…uh…no, maybe your eyes and Jack's powers! There are so many possibilities!" A smile danced on my sister's lips as she exclaimed.

What if her powers are the same as…mine?

Would she be able to control it?

What if she'll…shut people out, like me?

No, I told myself, that can't be right; everyone here has their own powers, but still…

"Elsa, are you fine? What got you thinking so hard? I swear; if you think hard enough, the floor might crumble." Anna mocked and crossed her arms.

"I was just thinking what if she got my powers instead of Jack's…" I muttered, pain suddenly shot up, my brain sensed it, I cried out.

"I think I broke my water." I said.

The door slammed open.

"I heard that. Come on! Aphrodite is waiting!" Calypso said, looking at me with her pupils dilated.

*In Arendelle, Fantasia*

"Have you tried singing to her?" My boyfriend sat down at the edge of my bed, taking my hand onto his and rubbed circles on it gently.

"Yeah…I managed to heal the wounds and the bruises but…it wasn't enough, I've tried the second song, nothing happened. She wouldn't wake up." I rested my head on the shoulder, my eyes hurting from constant crying. I'd been crying for two week, taking breaks, pounding her bedside table, telling her to wake up.

"Have you eaten yet?" Ivan asked me with concern in his voice, nobody left Arendelle yet, to reality, I missed Camp Hercules, I missed my friends; the gods, my plantation, everything, I'd given up for the bedridden snow queen.

I nodded slowly, enjoying the warmth that was spreading through my body, he never complained about me choosing to stay in Arendelle for and months and weeks, handing out food for me while I stayed in Elsa's room, with a smile, comfort me when my eyes turned into waterfalls, heck, he'd even bring a bucket once just to make me smile.

"You really love her, don't you?" He whispered, turning around to face the snow queen.

I feebly concurred in a hushed voice, enough for him to hear.

"I respect that," I didn't turn to see his face; however, from the tone of his voice, I knew that he was smiling, "even if it's romantically, I respect that. No one can resist the Queen of Arendelle, of course."

"Thank you…" I trailed off weakly.

The lad turned his back way from the blonde.

"…For what?" He cupped my face and with effort, I tried to look at him in the eyes, "Calypso, I told you, we're all in this together, no need to thank me." He leaned in and gave me a kiss which I returned.

I pulled away.

"Everything, I mean…you never complained about staying here, you never complained about me, staying in Elsa's chambers," I turned to face the queen then back to him, "I gave you just this," I gestured, making a small space between my index and my thumb, "small space in my heart," I lowered my hand and held his, "you never complained. And…lastly, you never complained that I love Elsa. It's almost…like…I don't ever deserve you for being a heartless beach."

The lad squeezed my hand reassuringly.

"Caly, don't think of yourself that way. I understand that you love someone else—beside me, but…look, get this, I don't care. Because," he took my fragile left hand gently and lifted my index and pointed to his chest, "I know you'll always love this awkward, socially impaired angel, even though you always meet girls, and boys who are much better than me," I took a shaky sigh, "Calypso, I love you."

"Sometimes," I pulled my hand away from him, tears spilled from eyes, my voice broke, "I just don't even know if I…even deserve you. I'm so…unfair, so…heinous, don't you see? I'm breaking you…I'm hurting you. I never wanted that. Because of me, and my," I stuttered, "my actions, my unholy actions, I might lose you."

"Calypso," he started, tears shining in his sapphire blue eyes, "it is my privilege to have my heart broken by you."

"Please…just…just…stop. I'm soiling her bed." I made an effort to lighten up the mood, to my surprise he smiled and took me in his arms, crying on his chest.

How could such a man love a heartless monster?

A monster that'd just break him for God's sake?

"How? Just…how?" I cried, my voice muffled by his clothes.

"How what?" He heartened me, rubbing by back gently.

"How could such a man like…you love a monster like me? How?"

Ivan pulled way, his hands on both of my shoulders, his eyes gazing on my broken body, let alone my broken soul.

"I just do, you're worth loving, even if you keep on breaking me—which is actually not true—you're worth loving, you're worth fighting for, you're worth keeping. Calypso, please stop thinking of yourself as the villain, it's wrong," his thumb brushed my bitter tears away, "you're a goddess, you're a princess, and you're the most bad butt princess that I know. You're amazing, and I know, you'll never hurt anyone, especially me."

I gave up on his praises and just—crashed my lips into his, with my eyes turning into waterfalls.

"Whoa," he exclaimed on my lips, "easy there, lassie, I'll return the kiss!" He returned the favor, my eyes slowly returning to its normal state, we pulled away, staring into each other's eyes.

"Please, stay with me." I pleaded, the lad nodded.

"You could kiss Elsa too if you want. But hey, I'm not expecting a threesome here," he pointed a finger at me, "she's in a coma."

"Yeah, yeah," I finally laughed, "don't worry." I kissed the queen's forehead.

And she smiled as if she responded.

"Ivan, did you just see that! She responded! She responded!" I exclaimed and pointed.

"That's a good sign and—"

Elsa whispered my name.

"Now that's amazing, I think the second song got her brain's gears working."

"Just a few more days! Yes! Yes! The second week of the third month!" I exclaimed, a smile playing on my lips.

"She'll be back soon, we just have to wait." Said Ivan then kissed my temple.

*On dreamworld, Earth*

After hours of labor and all…Kristal was brought into the world. She was…gorgeous, her cry was gorgeous; her eyes were like Jack's, her face's structure was like mine…but the thing was…

She inherited her powers from me.

"That is adorable." Anna pointed to my baby girl's mini snowstorm as she giggled at the sight of her aunt.

"Agreed." I said then touched my baby's nose. She giggled.

"M-m-ma-mama." She stuttered with her adorable infant voice then giggled.

"Whoa, that was fast. Usually babies don't…talk after childbirth." Said Aphrodite who was washing her hands.

"Unusual, but hey, Kristal's adorable." My husband; Jack said holding Kristal's tiny hand.

"Jack, did immortals usually age fast?" My sister inquired.

"Don't ask me, Anna, I died before I became a guardian and an immortal as well."

"Aphrodite?"

"I'm afraid I can't answer that. I was born with sea foam. I know it's ridiculous, but you'd just see me rising from the ocean, sitting on a giant clam—"

"—naked. That's how Greek myths went, right?" Anna deadpanned.

The goddess of love hesitated.

"…Yes."

Hiccup opened the door.

"Knock knock," he said as he knocked, "how's the baby?"

"Horrendous the third, why don't you just come inside?" I teased, laughing, Kristal did laugh as well.

"Okay, fine, and that's the cutest thing I've ever seen." He exclaimed, bent down to touch my baby girl's nose.

"Aww, so, who's the uncle?"

Anna answered for me, holding my baby's hands. But something was wrong, very wrong.

Elsa!

Was that Calypso's voice? It sounded so…faint, so…distant as if it was an echo.

"Elsa, are you okay?" Anna asked, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Y-yeah…I'm fine; maybe I'm just…tired." I waved off her concern and lay down on the bed, stroking Kristal.

"I think it's time for you to sleep, Els." Jack said and kissed my forehead and rested his head on the bed.

"Yeah, I'll be going to my quarters, you too, Hiccup, the queen doesn't want to be," Anna yawned, "bawthered." She exited the infirmary with the Viking following her suit.

Kristal's soft, and adorable small wisps of breath and closed eyes, Jack's soft coos to my baby girl, Aphrodite's silent shuffling humming made unconsciousness take over my body.

I closed my eyes and let myself wander in dreamland.

I was somewhere, in my castle in Arendelle. My chambers to be exact, I was there, lying on my bed…sleeping as well.

A figure sat there, beside me, a girl.

She had chestnut brown hair, eyes that held different shades of green, she was slender, lean, and slightly muscular, she was trembling.

"Calypso?" I inquired in a hushed voice, I tried to move, but I couldn't, I was paralyzed, I watched her tremble over my body.

"Please, wake up, I need you, I want you, I love you. Everyone needs you. But you're still sleeping; the people are waiting for you. They've asked Anna to wake you, she couldn't find the courage, passed it to me, but…I'm trying to," my eyes betrayed me as she said her next words; "I've been waiting for months, for you to wake up."

Months? What?

"Please, wake up, you've shown a sign…please, come back…come back…" She sobbed, slumped on my unconscious body, her figure trembling violently.

She wailed my name next, pain shot through my chest as she wailed with desperation and misery.

"Calypso…" I trailed off, tasting my own tears.

She sang next, in an unknown language, judging from the tone of her voice it was melancholic, depressing, and mournful as if someone had just died, cries were also heard from the rooms of the castle.

The girl finished singing, wiping her eyes furiously.

"Please…come back…come back." She muttered weakly.

The sight was heart wrenching, and as well as the thought.

Was I in a coma all along?

Was this true?

Pitch isn't here, but…it is my fear.

Was my marriage with Jack real?

Was Kristal even real?!

I became irate and frustrated; everything I loved was not even real?

No, I told myself, this is just a bad dream, Elsa you'll forget it soon. Kristal is real. She is.

I glanced at Calypso once more, shaking my head. I couldn't do anything to console her, nothing at all.

Nothing at all…

"I love you…" I whispered. My vision then changed.

I was in a white room, and then changed into black, there was a man there, standing in the middle, his arms folded on his back, looking over the horizon as if he was watching something, and he looked familiar.

He didn't wear long robes, he wasn't lithe, and his skin wasn't pale, like the King of Nightmares.

Instead he wore a prince's attire, a cutlass on his right hand side, a bone dagger that was shaped like an oversized needle; it was golden brown and covered in symbols, it was gaunt, almost like a needle, it was double sided, and there were gauntlets on his hands, and they had blades, similar to my sister's.

The man turned around.

"Elsa, I have been expecting you."

"Thanatos?"

"Yup, god of death at your service. But hey, I'm not here to take the soul of the Ice queen. I'm here to inform you that…sorry to break this but…you're in a coma." Thanatos said.

"I am?" I asked, pointing a finger at myself.

"Yes ma'am. I tried to help, after Calypso sang the second Greek healing incantation, I got in, did it immediately to tell you this. No one died; Pitch is…I don't know, he's in the loose, probably thinking who to torture, or who to kill next. We'll get you outta there as fast as we can."

"No, please, no!" I cried out.

"What, why?" The god of death inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Kristal, Jack…I…I don't want to lose them. No!" Frost slowly crept from the emptiness of this…surreal world, the temperature dropped.

"Elsa, stop! You can't linger in there forever! Because if you do, you'll die!"

You'll die…

"It's better to die with my dreams than being back in reality wherein I always have to avoid people whom I'm afraid to hurt." The frost spread more, the air grew colder.

"Elsa, think about Jack! Calypso!" He yelled harsh winds began to take over, carrying snow.

Jack…

Caly…

"And most of all, Anna!" The wind stopped, the frost lingered.

Silence reigned betwixt us.

"Think about her, Elsa, if you die, who would Anna have? She'd lose a sister. Jack'd lose a future wife, Calypso would lose a best friend, and you'd lose a daughter! Think of it!"

"Daughter?"

"Yes, Elsa, Kristal! Kristal!" Thanatos shouted I could sense that he was giving up on me.

"Nobody wants to lose a daughter," He took a step towards me, "Elsa, no one."

Memories of my…imagination flashed right in front of my eyes. Her adorable laugh, her micro-snowstorm, her smile, her eyes…

Mama…

"Please, Elsa, just this one time, open your…mind to the outside world, Pitch may have hurt you, tortured you. But we're here to protect you. No one's losing anyone."

"But…I'd have to leave…Arendelle." I said thoughtfully, leaving with my friends and family was tempting, but who's going to rule the kingdom? I don't want Hans getting out of prison and taking the siege.

Hans

"We'll leave Gerda and Kai to do the job. Elsa, you need to come."

"You have to." The god of death convinced me.

With a moment's hesitation, I finally agreed, I earned a smile from him and a bow as well.

"Very well, your majesty, I'll try my best to get you out of here, when things go wrong, just tell me, in your sleep." Thanatos said and smiled.

I nodded and smiled, looked down on the emptiness of the surreal world and fiddled with my fingers.

"You know, it's bizarre to think of it that you have a dream, within a dream, hm?" He started.

"I concur…it seems impossible. But, I didn't know it is, so what now?"

"Do you want to see something? I mean, what makes you happy?" The god of death asked and waved his hand, my life flashed around the surreal world in a dream sequence, all the things that have happened, the good and the bad, and it wasn't like Pitch's.

It was subtle, gentle, and comforting.

"Friends, family, all that stuff, mom, dad, you know." I replied, a smile lingering on my lips. The god nodded and waved his hand once again.

It was my parents.

"I don't know whether I can bring them back or at least take their soul from Tartarus and let them talk to you. You know what I mean by bringing back." He said, his eyes filled with thoughts, the scenery reflected on his obsidian black eyes, for a moment, I had just noticed how this brute can be so gorgeous and ominous at the same time. High cheekbones, strong jaw, Shiny black, flowing hair that reached the end of his neck, it was long but it suited his brute but rather soft attitude, full lips, perky ears, "The Roman" type of nose which symbolized his ambition, his thoughtful gaze, he was a real looker, which really ruled out his position being the god of death.

"Elsa, are you okay?" He snapped, heat rose up to my cheeks and quickly turned away.

I was rendered speechless and quickly covered my mouth, preventing a squeal escape from my lips.

To my luck, the god just laughed and shrugged.

"Everybody in camp does that, staring at me and such; it's so…ironic for the god of death to look like this, huh? Well, you haven't seen the real me when I get angry, but don't worry, I don't lose my temper quickly," he spread his palms and a cracks appeared on the floor of the surreal world, it opened and spread like a chasm.

"I'll be back." He acknowledged then spread his…demonic wings, it was like a bat's, it was somewhat brown, and it had holes as well giving it an ancient look and feel.

Then just like that, he jumped into the chasm he had created.