The Kingdom of Adrendelle

Light breaks over the waking castle port. The expansive dock reflects the large marketplace in the town. People make their ways through the city with smiles on their faces. A sled pulled by a reindeer drops off its delivery of ice to the many merchants. Said reindeer tries to sneak a carrot before the driver repremans it.

"No Sven. We'll eat when we meet with Anna. Come on buddy," he says.

The castle is square and tall but with unique ice patterns along the walls and towers. In the throne room, seated in a luxurious throne, is a beautiful young woman with pale blonde hair in a braid coming down her shoulder. Her gown shines like freshly fallen snow and ice, adding to her radiance.

"Adrendelle. The jewel of the northern kingdoms. Our ports bring in goods from across the world. Our standing among the kingdoms are good and stable. And our ice is prized for its high quality, or rather my ice."

With a wave of her hand a sled set up by her seat of power is filled with extremely fine ice. Guards take the ice away. She sighs at the use of her powers. Then a redhead comes into the throne room dressed with elegance of her own. She smiles and comes toward the enthrone woman, giving her a hug.

"It wasn't so long ago that I wouldn't even be considering doing this with my sister. I was so afraid of my own powers. I am at least warry of them now since I caused a winter in the middle of summer, but I am in control. What is beyond my control are the events happening in the rest of the world."

A messenger come into the room. He draws out a scroll containing the news. Her cousin's kingdom was cleaning up bandits in the region. Wessleton's settlements were under attack from an army from the far north and the duke was missing. But the most troubling was the civil war in the Southern Isles. The usurper prince Hans' forces were winning and getting bolder.

The young ruler closed her eyes and sighed. The younger sister looked both angry and concerned with the news. The messenger and the guards were anxious about what she might say. The woman's eyes opened containing an icy fury set upon a grim face of resolve.

*Cut to Black*

Men marched beneath the flag of Arendelle. Some said farewell to the people in the streets, but they had a duty to perform. Their queen called and they would answer.

"I am burdened with the duty of keeping our people safe. I could send someone to lead, I have no doubts I will, but I will save more of my people through direct intervention."

Atop her snow-white horse the young ruler leads her men. In her right hand she clutches a sword made from solid ice hissing with pure cold. And her elegant gown exchanged for heavy battle robes. Armor stretches from her torso to her gauntlets. Oddly enough her palms are unarmored.

She turns back for a moment to see her sister and her boyfriend wave goodbye. Tears in the sister's eyes. She offers a smile before turning back to the march.

*Cut to Black*

At the Crest of the hill, the young woman looked over the battlefield. The army of the Usurper Hans at the bottom, while hers were encamped at the top ready for them. The hill wasn't too tall but it was a superior position. The lines of archers came forward at the bottom and started firing as the infantry ran forward.

"Hold!" she cried. Arrows mostly hit shields and armor, but some found spots and her men died.

"Now!"

Suddenly the spears ducked low as the dual-shot crossbows fired their shots at the oncoming enemy. The surprise of it all, cut down scores of men.

The woman waved her hand and the spear wall had additional support in to form of jutting icicles. The charging force sustained horrible damage by spear and ice. The crossbows outshot the poor archers down the hill as sounds of hooves thundered.

Wagons pulled by armored reindeer left snow trailing behind them as they smashed the archer lines. Men on these wagons were tough working men of Arendelle who came at their queen's request. They hurled ice blocks that exploded in icy shrapnel or barbed whaling spears. Formal cavalry followed firing hand crossbows into the spears sent to reinforce the dying missile support.

Snow from the wagons slowed the relief force the Usurper's men sent back. Then cannons boomed from the neighboring hill, smashing the surrounded force. Thunderous steps ushered the appearance of an ice giant that begun to tear apart the formations of the enemy. The woman gave the signal and swordsmen and herself began a counterattack down the hill. Rocks rolled with them only to spring open as rock trolls that punched the now routing force.

The commander gave a hopeless look as the young royal pointed her ice sword at his throat. He sighed and raised his arms in surrender.

*Cut to Black*

Those who surrendered were put in chains and ushered to prison wagons. The royal gave a smile to her victorious men. They cheered as she strode past, nodding in both thanks and congratulation.

"I am Queen Elsa of Arendelle. To protect my home and people, I will show my enemies why I am called the Ice Queen."

Overview-As one of the oldest kingdoms in the land, Arendelle has seen the times swirl around her. From the days of Viking settlers seeking a better life to the many northern wars the kingdom was well known for one thing: ice. Through their trading of high quality ice the wealth of their people grew and as time passed so did their contacts. Gaining knowledge from around the world through coin they have developed into an economic powerhouse with a proud land they'll defend to the last. Viking rune stones dot the land and often hide more mystical things in the country. With Wesselton in disarray and the Southern Isles deep in civil war, Arendelle has become the most dominant power of the northern kingdoms. Yet also the most vulnerable due to the wealth they have accumulated through their trades, leaving them targets for bandits. Due to said trade, Arendelle gets a plus thirty income from trading per trading partner and the unique Arendelle trading port building that boosts income to plus fifty. Arendelle's troops boost superior crossbows, light cavalry, spearmen, and ranged naval units. The Kingdom of Arendelle has access to duel-shot crossbows, Arendelle outriders, cannons, snow wagons, rock trolls, and ice giants. They are lacking in fast movement, heavy infantry, bows, and much of their force has greater upkeep.

Faction leader-Queen Elsa of Arendelle

Faction hero-Self-sacrifice is something Elsa knows quite well. From her imposed isolation when she couldn't control her powers to putting the kingdom first before herself. This environment made her extremely hard and stubborn to try and do the right thing with only upsetting a few in her kingdom. This does not make her unkind and will gladly help allies. Her kingdom's wealth puts a target on her people and thus forced her to renovate Arendelle's military presence. She's delved deep into the understanding and practice of ice magic, and has become a prodigy in the field. Her magic can create superb defenses or beings from snow and ice. Her passive trait of ice queen gives a growing moral drop for enemy units within her presence that only grows the longer they are near her. The army she is with also becomes immune to winter attrition. She can also count on her sister Anna and her boyfriend Christof to do work for the kingdom, if needed, as agents. If they are all in an army together, they gain a significant bonus to attack and defense. Elsa can be diplomatically married to another faction, and if the faction is weaker than Arendelle they are absorbed into Arendelle.

Ice magic-Just as infamous as fire, ice is one of the staple examples of magic most people think of. Whether it's in the form of ice or snow, the cold itself is needed to be mastered by the mage lest they give themselves frostbite. Ice magic can be used for destructive, barrier, debuff, and creation spells.

Unit Spotlight: Snow Wagons-The job of ice picker is a hard and dangerous job, but the pay for their blood, sweat, and frostbite is huge. However, transporting said product must be handled with care, lest it melt before being sold. In ages past, ancient rune carvers aided these brave men by carving runes that ensured that the ice would not melt while on the wagon. In times of war these wagons are pulled by large armored reindeer onto the battlefield. The magic of the runes leaves a trail of snow behind them as the wagons plow through enemy ranks. The snow slows down the movement of any foe by sheer level of snow and cold, leaving them vulnerable to ranged fire. On the wagons, the men have either hunting items or more rarely magic ice that explode with cold force when thrown.

Unit Spotlight: Ice Giant-In Norse tales they are the feared and violent enemy of Asgard, but in the real world they are more akin to constructs. Though there are ice constructs, these beasts of snow and ice are far more powerful and dangerous. First created by Elsa during her temporary freezing of Arendelle, the ice queen has shared its creation method with a select few other mages or wizards. With snow as flesh and ice as armor and bone they stomp onto the field with the rage of the northern cold. Their icicle claws can pierce many armors and their size imposes fear on their opponents not of similar size. In winter or near an ice mage they can regenerate lost health if given the chance and are invulnerable to ice magic but are very weak to fire.