Author's Note:

My friends, I leave you with one final chapter! I hope you all have enjoyed this second part of Chronicles of Arendelle. Thank you again for all of your wonderful reviews! They do a lot to keep me motivated and encouraged, knowing that people are reading this story.

And don't worry! I plan to write a third installation to this fanfic in the future months! Thanks for reading!

Could what Alazair had said possibly be true? She glanced down at her daughter, snoozing peacefully, without a care in the world. Elsa was so beautiful and flawless and innocent. There was no way she had the slightest amount of Edvard Beteran's evil inside her… was there? Just the thought of the Ice Lord sent a chill down Freja's spine.

Stellan came and stood by her side, placing a gentle hand on the small of her back. Freja attempted a smile at him, but nothing came, so just leaned against him, resting her head on his chest. She breathed deeply.

"The captain says the winds are looking favorable. We should be home in five days or so," her husband's voice was informative, but she could tell he was waiting for her to talk about what they were both thinking.

"What are we going to do, Stellan? Elsa's… she…" Freja stopped. The words refused to form in her mind.

Stellan sighed, "We both know now that she has the… magic. Whatever it is. But it doesn't necessarily mean anything. We can help her."

"But what about Arendelle? After Edvard's curse… they would never accept a princess who's a… a…"

"They won't have to. We'll teach her to control it. Who knows? Maybe she'll grow out of it. Maybe if she never uses it, the magic will just go away."

Freja eyed him, "Ignoring something doesn't make it go away, Stellan."

"I'm not saying that. But if she can learn, as she gets older, to just be like everyone else, she won't feel any different. She can be an ordinary little girl."

"I hope so."

The sun was dipping below the horizon by the time the king and queen left their positions at the stern. Before ducking below deck for the night, Freja glanced over her shoulder at the sunset. It was bright pink and orange, stunningly beautiful as it reflected over the choppy ocean water. She gazed lovingly down at her daughter, stroking the baby's tender cheek. Kissing her on the forehead, Freja whispered softly to Elsa, but more to herself.

"We'll be home soon."