14 Years Later

"Elsa..."

Someone was calling for her. The voice was faint, but it was there. Somewhere. She looked around, tried to get her bearings, but found it incredibly difficult to move.

Her eyes came into focus and she nearly wretched at what she saw.

She was on the fjord, which was once again frozen. A raging blizzard swirled around her. To her right lay a hooded figure, white robes stained crimson.

To her left laid copper haired woman, eyes wide and unfocused, staring right into her own. She could hear ragged breathes coming from the woman, telling her that she was not long for this world.

Behind the woman, she could make out Arendelle castle. It was engulfed in flames, as was the city surrounding it. Suddenly, she heard a low groan.

Looking back to the woman, she saw that her eyes were still wide, but the uneven breathes had stopped. She was dead.

She tried to scream, but found it impossible.

She suddenly noticed another hooded figure emerging from the storm. The figure was also clad in white robes, but it's face was obscured by a blinding, brilliant gold light. It was holding something, and as it drew closer, she made out what it was: a sword, dripping with what she could only assume was blood.

The figure stepped over the now-deceased woman, ignoring her. It continued to walk towards her, stopping right at her feet. She tried to run, to kick, to scream, but she was still paralyzed.

The intense light shone brighter, but she saw the figure raise the sword above it's head. She closed her eyes; she knew what was coming.

The figure brought the sword down.

BONG!

She jumped up, gasping in a short breath.

BONG!

She took in her surroundings, trying to assess the threat to her life.

BONG!

She realized she wasn't on the fjord anymore, and there was no longer any danger. She was at her desk, in her study, surrounded by a thin layer of snow and ice.

"Not again..." she mumbled.

Queen Elsa of Arendelle pushed her chair back from her desk and stood, willing away the snow as she did. She stretched and looked at the source of the offending noise. The clock had struck 3, and she silently thanked it for waking her from her nightmare.

Elsa wondered how long ago she had dozed off at her desk. She presumed it was shortly after she returned from sharing lunch with her sister, Princess Anna. She yawned and walked to the large door that led to a balcony outside of her study. She saw that a light snow was falling, and after determining that it was not due to her nightmare, she let out a relaxed sigh and smiled. She loved the snow, and so did her sister.

The thought of her sister made her smile wider, and Elsa slipped into a memory. As she stared out into the flurry, she began to reminisce. It had been six months since her coronation, and so much had happened in that time.

She had cut off trade with their largest economic ally. 'Still feeling the repercussions of that...' she thought as she recalled the large stack of paperwork awaiting her on her desk.

She had gained the support of her people, despite her powers, the same powers that she now had perfect control over. 'Well, almost perfect.'

Her face flushed as her thoughts turned to her personal life. It was in this facet of her life that perhaps the most important revelation had occurred:

She had acknowledged her more-than-sisterly feelings for the Princess.

More importantly, her sister had reciprocated the feelings.

She closed her eyes and smiled as she recalled that day on the fjord, six months ago.

That day, Anna had taught her what true love is, and she was certain that what she felt towards her sister was just that. Anna had realized that she felt the same way after a short-lived relationship with the Royal Ice Master and Deliverer.

After a week or so of happiness, Anna had determined that he was, in fact, not her true love, and Kristoff, while upset, understood. He was, after all, the adopted child of love experts. He took the break-up in stride, and the two remained good friends to this day.

Anna had not told him about her feelings toward her sister, and never could. It was imperative that the Queen and Princess keep their relationship a secret. If word got out that the two were romantically involved, there would be hell to pay, and the price would most likely be their heads.

Elsa was stirred from her memories by the cawing of a large Raven which had landed silently on the banister of the balcony. She stared at the Raven as it cawed a second time and flew away, leaving a jet black feather tumbling in the wind.

'That man has impeccable timing' she thought. Elsa knew what the Raven's appearance on her balcony meant. She regained her composure and unlocked the balcony door before turning to sit at her desk, smoothing out her gown of ice as she did. As she walked towards her desk, a tall, hooded man entered almost completely silently through the unlocked door.

He approached the desk and dropped to one knee in front of it.

"Viggo." she said as she took her seat. "I trust all is well."

"Yes, my Queen." The man replied.

Viggo was Arendelle's unofficial intelligence operative. His existence was known only by the Ruler of Arendelle. He was hired by her father many decades ago, and his job was to act as an unsanctioned right hand to the throne. Arendelle's Army did have it's own spy ring, but they reported to their commanding officers who in turn reported to the reigning monarch. The more lines that information traveled through, the more convoluted it could become. Elsa's father recognized this, and hired Viggo to gather intelligence and report directly to him.

Elsa knew very little about the man. He has been serving Arendelle for a long time, since her father was quite young. He was in his late forties, if she were to guess, the gray in his hair and beard acting as clues to his age. The man's muscles were apparent, even through a dark gray cloak. The muscles were probably a result of some sort of combat training, but Elsa couldn't say for sure. The only indication of any training he might have is the fact that the man was as dangerous with his hands as he was with a sword.. A brutal-looking scar ran from his forehead to his chin, passing over his right eye as well as his lips. Elsa wondered if the man could still see from the eye, which was always glazed over and always glowed an eerie white.

His past was even more of a mystery. From documents left behind by her father, she knew that Viggo was a pariah of his home, whether this was by choice or by force, however, was uncertain.

Two things were very certain, however: The man was very skilled in the art of espionage and was fiercely loyal to the Crown of Arendelle.

"What do you have to report?" the Queen asked.

The man stood before answering. "More of the same, your majesty. My agents in Weselton report that the Duke plans on bringing another petition in front of the Council of Nations to force you back into trade with them."

Queen Elsa rolled her eyes and let out a groan. The man took this as a sign to continue.

A small grin appeared on his face and he let out a low chuckle. "Like I said, your majesty, more of the same."

"What of the Southern Isles?" asked Elsa as she rested her hand across her forehead.

"Yes, the Isles." Viggo replied. "My agent in the court says that the infighting between the twelve brothers has been on the rise in frequency and intensity. He believes it will not be long until the brothers completely turn against each other and civil war erupts. He also reports that the King is powerless to stop them."

After absorbing the information, Elsa replied. "It makes sense, I suppose. The King must be very elderly by now." She furrowed her brow in thought. "Viggo, I noticed that you said twelve brothers."

"You heard correctly." The man replied. "It would appear that Prince Hans has gone missing. I can only assume one of his brothers is responsible. Most of them are still quite angry with the boy for tarnishing the good name of the Southern Isles as badly as he did. My agent does not know exactly when or how the disappearance took place, but it is safe to assume that Prince Hans is most likely deceased."

Elsa shrugged indifferently. "I can't say I'm surprised, or particularly upset to be honest."

"Yes, I imagined you wouldn't be." replied Viggo.

"Any news from any of your other agents?" inquired Elsa.

"Nothing noteworthy, your majesty. There are reports of tension between DunBroch and Berk, but I doubt anything serious will come of it; it's more of a friendly rivalry than anything malicious. As for the other nations, Corona is quiet, as always, as is Ørnhavn."

Ørnhavn. The name sparked a thought in the Queen's mind. The Kingdom was an ally of Arendelle and had been for centuries. Her father was good friends with the late King Fredrik, who passed away from sickness not too long before her own parents had died. The Royal family of Ørnhavn were fond of Arendelle and had visited often until her father closed the kingdom to outsiders. She and Anna were playmates with the two Princes, Aleksander and Mattias. Aleksander had ascended to the throne upon his father's passing.

Elsa had recently received a letter from King Aleksander. The letter said that both the King and Prince would be visiting Arendelle soon, but with no real explanation as to why, simply saying that the brothers had been looking forward to this visit for quite some time. She had charged Viggo with investigating their intent.

"And what of Ørnhavn? Have you determined the purpose of the King and Prince's visit?" She asked.

Upon hearing the question, Viggo tensed. Elsa noticed this, as well as the way the man's eyes looked away from hers. He knew something. Judging from the lapse from his usual unshakeable stoicism, it probably wasn't good.

"I have indeed discovered something, your majesty." He said, apprehensively. "However, I don't believe you should hear it from me." He reached into his cloak and took out a book, and handed it to the Queen.

Elsa took the book from the man and looked down at the cover with a confused look. It was a very old book; the leather binding was cracked and discolored and it was tinted gray by the dust that covered it. She opened the book and read the title out loud.

"'Dagboken til Kongen Agdar av Arendelle'... Viggo, this is one of my father's journals. What does this have to do with the letter from-"

She looked up, only to find an empty space in front of her desk and the balcony doors open. Viggo had left as silently as he entered.

A/N

Hi everybody. How are you doing? Good? Good.

So that's chapter 2. The events of Frozen have happened, some stuff has gone on in between, and now we're here, with new friends (OR ENEMIES?!1), old foes (OR FRIENDS?!one), and whatever else.

A few notes about this story:

I don't like when writers make Anna useless. Sure, Elsa has the power, but that doesn't mean Anna is unimportant. So I'm imagining her like the Vice President or other similarly important position.

The Assassin's Creed stuff will be coming a little later into the story. In my silly brain, I have 2 major conflict arcs set; one of which we've already begun to see. The other will happen later, and the AC stuff plays a role in that. So bear with me.

Anyway, thanks for reading and party on!

-Cosmic