Hello everybody, Luka here! And I'm here with the next chapter of my 'Sleeping Viking and the Snow Wings', just to address some concerns, please forgive me if my grammar is off in some way, I'm not perfect and I fail to see the error until after I post. Now, without further a-due, let's get this chapter going.


"And after a while, Hans kept his word…and returned to the Moores…"

Hans stood at the edge of the Moores where he had last seen Elsa, hands cupped around his mouth as he called as loud as he could, "Elsa? Elsa! Elsa!"

Yet, the snow fairy did not appear, even after he waited a moment and called again. Giving a sigh of disappointment, Hans turned to leave, only to hear wing beats as a chill ran up his spine and he heard feet softly landing as a cold breeze flew against his back. Turning around, he saw Elsa standing there, staring at him with a passive look on her face.

"So, after all this time," She said, "You finally came back." She was a bit ticked it took almost two weeks though, but hey, he's here now.

"I figured it was worth the risk," Hans replied walking up to her, not as frightened as he was before, "So, what do you do around here for fun?" Elsa gained a mischief silver gleam in her eyes at his question.

Hans screamed out in delight with laughter as he held on tight to Elsa's hands as she carried him above one of the many streams that weaved through the Moores, the fairy laughing with him as he skidded his feet along the water. However, her strength soon failed her and he slipped from her fingers, causing him to go splashing through the water.

"And with time, it seemed as if the mistrust between man and fey kind seemed to fade away. And for them at least, nothing else seemed to matter."

In the few parts of the Moores where it snowed, Elsa knelt down with some grass in hand, offering it to a baby dear as it neared her. Hans watched with a small smile from the shadows of the trees, seeing the gentleness he was often told fairies weren't able to have.

"And as time passed, their friendship slowly grew…into something more. And on her sixteenth birthday, Hans gave Elsa a special gift, he told her it was true love's kiss. As Elsa grew, so did her power until she was finally entitled as protector of the Moores."

A teal-green blur flew through the skies above the Moores, leaving the occasional patch of frost when it came too close to the trees or ground. When it reached the skies, large, pure-white wings spread back to reveal Elsa, now eighteen, her hair grown out to reach her waist, but she kept it in a braided bun with pink eye-shadow and dark pink lipstick, the sole make-up she owned. She was dressed in a full-length teal-green dress with a black turtle-neck collar and wrist-long sleeves. She wore light teal stockings beneath along with black shoes.

Elsa smiled as she hung mid-air amongst the clouds, taking in the warmth of the sun. Despite being natural winter, Elsa was still made up other the other elements, so every once in a while she needed to soak up some sunlight to keep said powers up. The next day, Elsa sat up atop a cliff where she could see the castle Hans had pointed out to her as children, wondering when she would see him again, unable to understand the appeal of what it was that drew him to it.

"Yet, as time passed, Hans ambition drew him away from Elsa and to the grandness of the castle. Elsa was never able to understand the desire or greed of men, but she was to learn."

Elsa's eyes narrowed when she noticed something off with the landscape a few feet from the boarders. Thousands of white, grey, gold and red blurs seemed to be moving towards the Moores. Elsa's eyes widened as she realized what it was and quickly stood, taking flight all in the same heart-beat.

A few feet from the Moores, a large army of well-armed men stood ready for battle, for their King, a well built man despite his old age, had promised them the riches that laid dormant within the mystical forests. King Dagur, an intimidating man with greying red hair and scarily dark grey eyes, sat atop his horse, dawned in his best golden armour, looked at the Moores for a long moment, before turning his horse so he could address his men.

"These, the dreaded Moores, home to what many say to be magical creatures of great, deadly skill," Dagur spoke to his men, "Well, I say, to Hell!" His men cheered, before slowly growing quiet as wing beats great Dagur's ears and he turned in time to see Elsa swoop in elegantly, landing a wide stone, her wings giving a mighty beat with her landing, sending a gust of cold wind, making the grass cripple as her touch covered the rock in ice and the grass in frost. Dagur and his men stared, mystified by her ability as well as her appearance.

Elsa, for her credit, hid her anxiousness and nerves well behind a mask of firm, strict authority as she stared back at them. "Go no further!" She called out to them thunderously.

Dagur just blinked, before saying, "A king doesn't take orders from a winged-elf." His men chuckled, while Elsa didn't bat an eyelid. "You," She said defiantly, "Are no king to me." Dagur's stare turned hard as stone at that, eyes burning with anger, before saying to his men, "Bring me her head."

His men began to march and Elsa didn't seem the least bitfazed as she called, "I call on those who live in the shadows, come and fight with me!" The ground shook steadily, causing the soldiers to stop as they and their king looked around. The source was in fact the tre menn kjemper riding giant boars with crooked tusks and dirt-like armour caked in moss.

After a long moment of staring, King Dagur called for attack and Elsa retaliated by calling, "Charge!" And all hell broke loose.

Despite the soldiers best efforts, the tre menn kjemper were superior in strength, size and numbers. Elsa also helped the charge by taking flight, conjuring large snowballs and launching them at soldiers. But then, a large, giant snake made of earth emerged from the ground, aiding the magical creatures in their fight as Elsa used her wing beats to knock men down with the shockwave, until her shimmering icy eyes landed on Dagur.

Growling Elsa charged at him, kicking him off his horse, causing the aging king to gasp for air as the landing winded him. "To the king!" A soldier that saw cried and the men tried to make their way to save their king.

Elsa landed and angrily stalked to the fallen king. "You will not have the Moores!" Elsa shouted at him, grabbing him by the fabric of his collar, "Not now, not ever!" Dagur pushed her away, the iron of his gloves burning her in the process, making her gasp in pain. Looking down at her neck, she saw a hand-shaped burn healing itself almost instantly, but not as fast as when Hans accidentally burned her.

The magical creatures cheered as the men fled, taking their injured with them. Aslak came up to the concerned looking Elsa and murmured to her with a nod and she nodded back, looking somewhat at ease. Yet, as Elsa looked back at the castle as everyone else returned to the Moores, she had this sickening feeling that this wasn't the last mankind was going to try and taint the Moores.

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That night, within his golden bed chamber, King Dagur laid in bed, slowly dying from his encounter with Elsa, surrounded by his advisors and two generals. Also, Hans was in the room, now a servant to the aging king. Hans had grown to be well-built and muscled from all his childhood adventures in the Moores with Elsa as well as working odd jobs in the village, having grown a set of sideburns. He wore a loose, tanned-brown tunic with reddish-brown lacings, a dark brown pair of pants tucked into a pair of black boots with a matching belt.

"Taken down in battle, is that truly how my story ends? Is this my legacy?" Dagur said voice raspy from his condition, "Years ago, I promised our people that we would finally take the Moores; take it and all the treasures that are found within and each of you swore your loyalty to me…and that cause…"

Dagur cut himself off with a violent coughing fit and Hans instantly went to work to making the king more comfortable, fluffing his pillows and having him drink cool water. All the while, the other men in the room seemed a bit awkward as they watched this happen.

After motioning Hans to step away, Dagur looked at his advisors and generals. "I know your all just waiting for me to die, I can see it in your eyes," Dagur said showing that wasn't the war-crazed fool many saw him as, "And I will chose a successor, depending on the one of you that can prove you can care for not only this kingdom, but for my daughter as well. Kill the Snow Demoness," Hans head snapped up at hearing this, "Bring me proof of her death. Avenge me!"

As the dying king started coughing again, Hans' mind was racing a mile a minute. Elsa was going to be in real danger if he didn't do something, but what? How could he protect her from the king's men when the only way to ward them off was to make it seem like she was dead? 'This isn't good,' Hans thought as he left the castle that night, taking a wagon and hooded cloak.


And that is that for now, what is Hans' going to do? What's going to happen to Elsa? Well, wait for the next chapter to find out! I hope my grammar is better for everyone this time. Also, I'd like to comment on the few reviews I've received on the first chapter.

To Noctus Fury: It's nice to know I have your attention, but as too why she's in a forest instead of an icy tundra was because it would be too difficult to try and fit that in with the plot of Maleficent. Also, fairies are not just one element, their multiply elements in one body, there's just one element each one is better at on some scale than others. Also, as to the pixes, I guess Merida would be a better choice than Astrid, seeing as she more headstrong and out-going, but I picked Astrid because I'm keeping this strictly Frozen and HTTYD characters, so I'm thinking maybe Hans will marry Heather.

To pokeyoftheshadows: First off, nice photo! I love it! How do you get avatars, I can't figure that out. Also, I'm glad you like my fic and thanks for pointing out my error, otherwise I'd miss it completely, as to the chance of a romance between Elsa and the unfortunate prince is a bit unlike, it depends on you guys, but also, I never said it was going to be Hiccup, that depends on you guys too.

To my mystery Guest: Get ready for some twists cause its coming your way!

And finally to Sammael29: Thanks. That's literally all I can say, thanks, I really like your work too. Check out my new story, it's a Young Justice fic called 'Siren.'

Well, until next time, folks! Please review, but remember the golden rule: NO FLAMING!