Author's Note:

And we are back! Thus begins the 2nd installation of Chronicles of Arendelle! I'm very excited to get going on this story! Hope you all enjoy! Please comment, review, favorite, whatever you feel like.

Happy reading! :)

Book 2: The Lost Princess

Chapter 1- Corona

Freja stood on the prow of The Unicorn, straining her eyes along the soft green coast. The wind was crisp and refreshing, and the queen of Arendelle could hardly resist the urge to throw out her arms and whoop into the ocean wind. But resist, she did, only because last time she had not done so, she had lost her balance and fell in an uncoordinated heap on the slick deck of the ship. Freja looked down at the cause of her swiftly acquired clumsiness: her immensely inflated abdomen. With only a few weeks to go in her pregnancy, the anticipation and excitement had reached an all time high.

Breathing in the salty air deeply, the queen squinted toward the mist shrouded land to the east of them. Then she saw it! A tiny golden glimmer amidst the green! Corona! It had been too long since Freja had been to her childhood home, but she still remembered every single bit of it. The beautiful stone bridge, the tall towers, the blue-green woodwork woven into the kingdom, all beckoned her closer. Freja squeaked with excitement and ran, or rather, waddled, to the helm and looked up. Stellan, her husband, was in the crow's nest, as usual, gazing out over the water. She smiled up at him. He looked so happy, up there. Stellan loved sailing. He often had told her, if was not busy being Arendelle's king, he would be a sailor.

A sick feeling came suddenly into Freja's stomach. In the past, she also had enjoyed riding out on the water. This time was different. This time, the strong smell of salt and seaweed made her gut turn inside out, and the rocking of the ship, which she had enjoyed in the years before, would sometimes make her face turn green. It was happening again. Clutching her writhing stomach, the queen called up to her husband.

"I don't think Elsa likes sailing, much, dear!"

Stellan laughed. Swinging his body out of the crow's nest, he climbed down the ropes and dropped heavily at Freja's side.

"Someday she will," he said, placing a hand softly on his wife's swollen belly. "Say, Freja, you don't look so good."

Freja rolled her eyes. "Thanks for noticing."

Throwing his arm around her, Stellan gazed out toward the approaching kingdom.

"So, Corona. How long has it been?"

"Not since Rosie's wedding. That was, let's see… four years?"

"Hm," responded Stellan.

Freja continued, "I can't wait to see her again! Her belly has got to be huge! She's due any day now! And just think, our children can grow up together! Cousins!"

Stellan had started chuckling, quietly.

"What? What is it?"

"'Her belly's got to be huge?' Well, I dare say, my love, you're one to talk."

Freja smacked him playfully in the shoulder, but she laughed as well. She couldn't help it. She was going to see her sister!

The Unicorn slid gracefully into the harbor, casting a lovely reflection on the still water. She was a gorgeous ship, Freja thought, with her huge white sails and a beautiful unicorn (thus the name) carved on her prow. Standing as close as she could to the dock, Freja shielded her eyes with her hand and skimmed the awaiting crowd for another queen, who looked very much like her. Where was she? Her cheery mood was lowered a notch. Since when did Rosie not turn up to welcome her to Corona? Come to mention it, Freja couldn't find Thomas, Rosie's husband, either. That puzzled her.

At last, the ship was secured and they were able to climb ashore. The land felt strange and overly solid underneath Freja's feet. After five days at sea, her mind at least had grown accustomed to the constantly moving floor. Her stomach, however, rejoiced. Clutching Stellan's arm, she whispered fervently in his ear.

"Where are they?"

Her husband shrugged, and also starting looking around the crowd.

"Ah, there's Thomas!" said Freja, sighing with relief. The king of Corona was walking forward to welcome them. But something strange was on his face. His smile was forced, and he had bags under his blue eyes.

"Your majesty! So good to see you!" Stellan smiled, bowing a little, then offering a hand to Thomas.

"Please, Stellan, there's no need to call me that! I trust you had a pleasant journey. Very good to see you, friend."

"Thomas," grinned Freja.

"My dear sister-in-law! You look marvelous!" Thomas stood back to view her abdomen and Freja laughed.

"It's so great to see you! Sorry, but where's Rosie?"

Thomas's smile faded instantly, and a sick feeling, not unlike the seasickness she had experienced the last several days, plummeted like a stone inside Freja.

The king took a step closer to them, so as to shield his voice from the other people on the dock.

"Rose is not well, I'm afraid."

"What do you mean?" Freja's voice came out in an unintended whisper.

"She's sick," said Thomas, his eyes dropping to the ground. "Really sick."

"Good heavens," breathed Stellan, and he placed a hand on Freja's back. She knew he intended it to be a comforting gesture, but she could stand anyone touching her right now. She shrugged his hand off, subtly, and looked up into his eyes as an apology.

"Can… can I see her?"

Thomas looked as if he were about to cry. "Of course, Freja."

The three of them made their way into the castle.