Hey, guys and gals of the Fanfiction community! It's SalazarSkyholder here! I have updated a new chapter for 'Lightning and Ice': this time, it would provide more insight to each other and the story would progress a bit further.

I hope you guys enjoy this fanfic... the events of Saladin from Elsa's point of view.

II. ELSA

It had been about nine months since Elsa restored summer to Arendelle. There had been significant changes to the Kingdom (Queendom, since Elsa was now ruling it): new policies enabled incredible economic growth through great policies, the ice industry of Arendelle (represented by Kristoff's Arendelle Ice Incorporated) was hitting an all-time high globally, and a new scientist, who called himself Dr. Ark, has joined Arendelle and built several machines for Arendelle, though they were mostly military equipment.

Elsa took some time to look around her: she realized how glad she was to see people become happy. Take her sister Anna for example: she was quite free, and she had a man to herself, also known as Kristoff Bjorgman. As far as she figured it out, Kristoff was a nice man for Anna: after seeing what he did to her sister, Elsa was determined to approve and bless the lovely relationship between Anna and Kristoff.

But though she was the official Queen of Arendelle, Elsa realized that she - herself - wasn't exactly happy: she didn't have anyone, unlike her sister. Anna had found a romantic partner (Kristoff), while Elsa practically had no one: partly through fear of her ice powers, and partly through her closed mind for the past thirteen years. Even if she got married, she would be married to some prince in another kingdom who she wouldn't even love. She would have to be married for Arendelle, but that didn't mean she had to like it.

Elsa was caught in her thoughts, until a guard came running into her throne room and said, "Your Highness, someone has intruded the palace by punching right through the stone walls with a... mysterious creature!"

"What mysterious creature?" Elsa said, semi-instinctively. She had a terrible feeling that she was going to prepare to fight.

"Well," the guard started to explain. "This thing has an eagle's head and wings, but has a horse's body!"

"Anything strange about the rider of that creature?" Elsa asked.

"Well, nothing much, except that there's always dark lightning around him, and whenever we try to get close to him, the guards run away in fear." The guard explained, shuddering. "It's as if he radiates fear!"

"Let me confront him," Elsa made her regal face: eyes startling with determination, coupled with a grim expression. "I shall face this intruder."

And there she was, in the Library: it seemed to be completely normal, except that there was a massive hole on the wall the size of an elephant. On the ground lied a man - surrounded in dark lightning, just like the guard described him. He had black hair and pale skin, along with a black robe like a dark sorcerer. Standing next to him was a dark creature with an eagle's head, talons and wings, while it had a horse's body and legs. The creature mourned by its rider, as if it feared the man's death.

"Any chance he's a dark sorcerer?" The guard asked in horror.

"There could be," Elsa started to analyze the man: so far, there seemed to be nothing wrong with him. Based on the dark lightning, this man was very powerful: possibly even stronger than all of Elsa's and Arendelle's power combined. If he went against them, he could annihilate all of Arendelle and easily kill her as if she was made of wood. But still, Elsa didn't have any bad feelings for him: for some reason, she found him... handsome and adorable.

"W-what's that creature?" The guard stuttered in fear.

"It's called a hippogriff, Ben," Elsa said, looking to the creature. "Half-eagle, half-horse."

"Oh," Ben let out a sigh of relief.

"Ben," Elsa approached the man. "Call Anna and a few doctors in the castle. We must see if his health is okay."

Three days have passed after the man crash-landed in the library. Anna, Kristoff, Olaf and a few doctors approached the man. However, no matter how much they tried, no one - not even the troll Grand Pabbie himself - was able to identify who he was, or whether or not he was alive. This man's in something like a death trance, Grand Pabbie told her. There's no way we could tell for sure that he's alive.

That day, Elsa was on the library after managing some work for Arendelle, watching for the man (who had been moved to a bed there). The hippogriff was sent to the stables right next to Sven: unfortunately, Sven didn't seem to like his new neighbor. Anna and Kristoff occasionally took turns watching, but for the past three days, the man was completely still, as if he was now dead.

At the very moment the man woke up, Elsa was standing behind him. She was thinking about how good the man looked - the longer she saw him, the more statuesque he looked like. He resembled one of those 'handsome warriors' on paintings or sculptures in the gallery.

While she was still watching, the man rose from his sleep, releasing tendrils of dark lightning all around him in the process.

"Well, you're awake... finally," were the only words she could say, after a few seconds of hesitating.

The man turned, and Elsa was surprised on how good he looked: 'appropriately messy' black hair, intense black eyes sharp as an obsidian knife, and a tall, athletic body. This man was holding his hands on a position, just like how she prepared her hands for a battle.

"W-where am I?" The man asked. "You're not going to kill me or anything, are you?"

"What makes you think that?" Elsa tried to maintain her composure and regal position, but it was hard seeing the man. "No, I'm no killer, unless you're connected to the Southern Isles or anything..."

"Actually," the man interrupted. "I'm from the Northern Isles, arch-enemy of the Southern Isles."

"Oh, that's... pleasant," Elsa said. She was starting to like this guy. "Anyways, I guess I forgot my introduction. I would be Queen Elsa, Queen of Arendelle..."

Before she could finish, the man bowed down. "Your Majesty."

"But you can call me Elsa," she finished, while the man still bowed down.

A few seconds later, the man stood up and said, "Well, I would be Saladin Skyholder, from the Northern Isles. But you can still call me Saladin, my queen."

Saladin shook hands with Elsa. Seeing his expression, Elsa felt warm... for the first time since she thawed Arendelle.

"Welcome to Arendelle, Saladin," Elsa said. "Though your entrance may not be the most pleasant, I would ensure that you are in good condition during your stay."

Elsa and Saladin began to walk together to the Guest Room, while a few guards stood next to them for security.

"So, why did you come from the Northern Isles?" Elsa asked him first.

Saladin began to explain. "Well, you see, my queen, I had unknown capabilities: some said that I controlled unknown amounts of some Force, which only began my tribulations. For the past twenty years, I technically set my entire life ablaze: my family was gone, I went away from foster family to foster family just about every year, and I was never able to find a place I can call home. That was why I escaped the Northern Isles: I wanted escape."

"Then how'd you get the hippogriff of yours?" Elsa asked.

"Oh, Slytherin..." Saladin seemed to remember. "Well, since my last foster family was a sorcerer, they had a few mystical creatures, like griffins and hippogriffs. Slytherin was supposed to serve in the Northern Isles Army, but I managed to steal it right in the supply lines and make my escape."

"You had an interesting life, huh?" Elsa commented. Then, as if she remembered something, she said, "Oh, as for your hippogriff... he's put to the stables, next to a reindeer named 'Sven'."

"So I can pick him up?" Saladin asked.

"Yeah, sure..." Elsa responded with uncertainty. Then, she continued to lead the way and said, "Come on, Saladin. I would like to show you the guest room. And just to notify you, you would be having dinner with us at seven."