Hello everybody, I'm back and I'm proud to announce a new chapter to Sleeping Viking and the Snow Wings! Also, just to say, I'm responding to all reviews on this, so any questions I'll answers, any comments I'll respond to, just send your review. Well, on with our new chapter!
Pulling down the hood of his cloak, Hans cupped his hands around his mouth and called, "Elsa?" From his spot on the boarder of the Moores where they always met, "Elsa!" But she didn't appear.
Thinking she didn't want to see him after being gone for so long, Hans turned back to his wagon, only to hear the familiar wing beats of a certain pair of snow-white wings. Turning back around, there stood Elsa, staring at him with a mixed expression of relief, hurt and uncertainty and it pained him to remember how long its been since his last visit.
"So," She said after a long moment of silence, "After all this time, you've finally come back…why?"
"Elsa, please, I've come to warn you," Hans said as he moved forward, "King Dagur will stop at nothing to get what he wants and he's issued your death."
"And what do you expect me to do?" Elsa asked incredulously masterfully hiding her nerves at the news with a mask of defiance, "Let him take my home?"
"No, but…" Hans said running a hand through his hair, sighing, "Just…lay low for a while, stay away from the boarder maybe…Dagur won't stop until he knows your dead." Elsa only stared at him with an unreadable expression, she wouldn't stay away if another attack is placed on the Moores and he knew it. He sighed and gave her a genuine, yet slightly strained smile and with barely a second, her tenseness melted away as she returned it and without hesitation rushed up and hugged him and Hans returned it.
"And Elsa forgave him, for all his folly and for the first time in a while, Elsa felt complete again…"
Hans had brought a picnic with him and set it up by a little stream where they could see the full moon in the sole area of the Moores where it was Winter all year round. Elsa smiled as she and Hans joked and caught up for all the time that was missed sharing Hans' only canteen of water.
But when Elsa soon fell asleep peacefully, Hans let out of large sigh, conflicted on what to do. If he didn't do something drastic Elsa would surely die, she didn't know how far mankind will go to get what they want like he did and he didn't want her to fall in such a horrid way, but what could he do? His mind wandered to the iron knife he kept in his bag for protection and his eyes locked on Elsa's peaceful form. His mind turned dark, if he brought proof Elsa was dead, Dagur would name him as successor to the throne and he would rule in his stead as king.
Quiet as a mouse, Hans took out the knife and crawled towards the sleeping girl, lifting it high above his head with both hands to end the young fairy's life, only to hang there as Hans' body shook. As deep green eyes stared at the still, pale form, his mind flashed back to all the fun and adventures they shared as children and his mind cleared.
With a sound of frustration and resentment, Hans tossed the knife into the stream. He couldn't kill the only person who looked past the rags and found a friend in him, not even for the throne. But this brought him back to his previous dilemma, how can he protect Elsa without actually killing her when Dagur wouldn't rest until he had solid proof that she was dead?
Then an idea crossed Hans' mind, a dark idea, but it seemed like the only solution. Dagur didn't say to bring Elsa's head on a silver platter, now did he? No, he said to bring proof. Something that would suggest Elsa was dead, but that belonged to Elsa and would make it appear she was dead.
With that in mind, Hans took out a two-handed iron saw, regret and tears in his eyes…
The next morning, as a fresh powder of snow began, Elsa woke to find herself alone once again. When she began to get up, she nearly fell back down with a strangled gurgle of a scream as a sheering hot pain exploded through her from her back. Pushing herself up with one hand, finding her back suddenly lighter, Elsa's free hand flew to her back, desperately searching for the familiar softness of her snow-white wings only to nothing.
Elsa finally realized that the most horrible fate, worse than death had befallen her; her wings were gone. She let out a mix of a scream and a wail that seemed to echo through the Moores in a mixture of pain, betrayal and hurt, as if willing her wings and Hans to return to her and tell her it was all a nightmare…but neither did.
After crying and wailing for who knows how long, Elsa reached blindly as she tried to stand, grasping a fallen icicle. When she reached her full height a dark blue mist trailed up her hand to the icicle, causing it to grow and change, forming a staff made of ice that came to her shoulders in height. When the staff finished growing, the top of it curved out to form five perfect claws pointing up and within an intricate sphere of transparent ice formed with a 2D snowflake floating within slowly, yet elegantly twirling as a constant, tiny flurry of snow flowed around it in a twister like motion.
After admiring her new possession and apparent ability, Elsa took a breath and stepped forward, gasping in pain and nearly falling over, but thanks to the staff she kept her balance, pausing to regain herself. With a deep breath, Elsa willed herself forward, using her new staff to balance herself. It felt strange, to have the weight of her wings replaced with the lightness of air, it set her internal balance completely off, but, Elsa endured it as she sought out the one place she can truly be alone, the peek of Winter Mountain.
Living up to its name, Elsa found herself alone in a frozen tundra of snow and icy rocks until she found the sole building in all the Moores. It was a castle, more simple in structure compared to the human one she often gazed at whilst wondering when Hans' next visit will be with a balcony high above its sharp, arched double doors. Made completely of ice, the building was a beautiful mix of blue, violet and pink with the smallest traces of white, creating the sole trace of beauty in the otherwise plain landscape.
After climbing the flawless steps of the staircase that led to the doors, Elsa found that it was indeed empty, allowing her to mourn her wings in peace before she could figure out what to do. As she stood alone on the second floor, a caw of a raven made Elsa lift her head to see a single, slightly larger than the normal, yet proud looking raven. It was well-built for its kind with sleek feathers, but what Elsa found curious besides the fact it was in the coldest part of the Moores, was that it had a small spot on its head that resembled a golden shade of blonde in color and its lively eyes were a deep brown color.
It titled its head at her, blinking intelligently before cawing at her again. Wanting to be left alone, Elsa blew out a short, cold breath, which was visible in the form of a tiny snow flurry. In response, a gust of wind blew at the raven, startling it so badly it got knocked off the balcony railing, but thankfully it remembered it could fly. The raven cawed at her, clawing the railing before flying away as a slightly curious winter fairy watched.
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Meanwhile, King Dagur laid alone, fast asleep within his bedchamber, when the doors burst open by none other than Hans, who carried a large object covered in leather and tied with string. Only when Hans placed it on the king's bed, startling him awake.
Barely able to sit up, King Dagur blinked warily at the object, before looking at his servant, asking, "What is this?" Hans answered by undoing the strings and putting back the leather to reveal Elsa's wings, Dagur's eyes widened as his breath hitched in his throat, almost unable to believe his eyes, "She's…she's been vanquished?"
"I have avenged you, You're Majesty," Hans said keeping up the illusion that Elsa was killed, trying to keep a steel face, despite the fact Elsa's screams and wails from the morning still haunted his mind, freshly ringing still in his ears.
"You have done well, lad," King Dagur said with one of his rare smiles, this one mixed with satisfaction and malice, though there was pride, "You have done both this country and your king proud."
"I will do my best to be a worthy successor," Hans replied, "You're Majesty." Dagur gave him a nod, calling for another servant to fetch his entire court as well as his daughter. Heather would want to meet her future-husband a few days before the marriage after all.
And that will be that! Whew, that was intense and long. Just to put it out there, I believe that all villains just woke up one day and decided to do all the evil they've done, they're made through all the choices they've made in the past and the things others had done to them as well as the choices they make. That being said, I think Stephan wasn't all bad in the movie, after all he could've killed Maleficent when he had the chance in the Moores, but he didn't because he still cared too much about her.
Hans had a bit of a dark episode with nearly killing her and taking her wings, but hey, he didn't kill her so that's something. And I also brought the ice castle from Frozen, it just didn't seem right to have Elsa, powers and all, and not have it, besides I didn't like the whole ruins in the middle of the Moores thing, it through off the whole 'this is where fairies and magical creatures live and no humans live here' point about the place, but the ice castle is in itself a magic structure so it made more sense, like it could've been made by Elsa while she was growing up or by some other winter fairy in the far past. And take a wild guess as to who's going to be Diaval (or however you spell the bird-guy's name, I forget.)!
Now, on to my beautiful viewers!
To pokeyoftheshadows: Thanks, you had me blushing at the start of this, I honestly don't think I'm that good. As to what you said about Hans…like I mentioned before, no villain was born bad, they're made and yeah, its not really going to be lasting very long trust me. Thanks for the help anyway, by the way, at least I got something and no worries, no harm done if you only misunderstood something and…what blurb thingy?
To Noctus Fury: I have to admit, Drago and Alvin would've been better choices considering their older, bigger and more intimidating in comparison to Dagur, but I like being original and those two are a little over-rated in my opinion, but that's just me. Also, I gave it some though and though Heather doesn't fit the physical criteria of what I had in mind, she does seem like a perfect fit for Leah, having that sort of elegance. As to this being Hiccelsa, I'm not so sure Hiccup's even going to be the prince Elsa curses, yes, Hiccup does have the type of personality one would like to see in someone of royalty smart, quick-witted, handsome and overall kind, he doesn't fit the physical description for the idea of a twist or two I had in mind later on as for the princess, well, come on, all my other stories had at least one gender-bent character, and I'm leaving it at that.
And finally, to Sammael29: Your most welcome, so long as you review, I'm going to keep mentioning you in my final comments and question answering, I hope you like this new chapter and I'm looking forward to the next review I get from you.
Well, that wraps things up I guess. Until next time my lovelies!
