Hey, Vocalzal here with yet another chapter to 'Sleeping Viking and the Snow Wings' and at long last, the identity of our poor, unfortunate prince is finally going to be revealed! Previously, Elsa has crowned herself the Snow Queen of the Moores and Kristoff has delivered her news about the birth of Hans and Heather's newborn son! What does Elsa have planned? Read to find out in three…two…one…!


The kingdom was overflowing with excited activity, all the citizens under Hans and Heather's rule were celebrating their new prince's birth, beautiful, vivid colors of purple, green and blue hung everywhere and laughter filled the air as people laughed, danced and discussed about the possible more peaceful future now that their late King Dagur's dark presence was no longer hanging over them. Within the castle, similar, yet more elegant decorations filled the Grand Hall as guests from all across the country and neighbouring nations dressed in their finest of clothes, wearing their best jewellery, baring gifts for the newborn.

"And what a grand celebration it was; kings, queens, ladies and lords, dukes and duchesses from all across the country came with gifts for Hans and Heather's newborn son."

Sitting on their thrones was the royal couple, Hans wore an emerald green suit under his red and gold cape, while Heather wore a similar, more wider cape over a deep blue and silver gown. As their son laid in a gold cradle, their scribe announced their royal guests as they presented their gifts, which was so far toys for the infant.

"Among these guests, where three pixies."

Then, three small familiar figures flew above the crowd of nobles and royals; Astrid, Ruffnut and Anna. All three were wearing different dresses made from little pieces of dyed cotton. Astrid's was blue with a wide skirt and blue boots with purple butterfly patterns. Ruffnut's was green with only one strap, her hat still present and she now wore darker boots. Anna wore the most human like dress out of the three, being made with two different greens on the skirt with a brown sweetheart bodice and dark green sleeves, her hair up in a bun with green ribbons (think of her fancy attire for Elsa's coronation in Frozen), all three were quite excited.

"Ooh, look at the baby!" Ruffnut squealed excitedly. "He's so cute!" Anna squealed as well. "Now, now, remember why we're here, girls," Astrid reminded them in a strict tone, trying not to let her own excitement show.

As they approached the dais where the thrones and cradle were, they hovered to a stop as Hans held up a hand for them not to move closer, a nearby guard tensing as he waited for an order. Hans had clear distrust in his eyes, not entirely sure he should be allowing the pixies within the castle, let alone the city.

"I am Astrid, You're Majesties," The oldest of the trio greeted with a curtsey, "Of the fays."

"I am Ruffnut," The other blonde added also curtseying, "You're Highnesses."

"And I'm Anna," The final member of the trio finished, curtseying as well, "You're Excellencies."

Hans still looked unsure, despite their friendly and proper attitudes, for all he knew Elsa had sent them. "We're here to offer gifts for the young prince for peace between the kingdom and our home," Astrid said hoping to put the king's mind at ease.

"What kind of gifts?" Hans questioned having not seen them carry anything in with them.

"Well…you're highness, you see…" Ruffnut said as she and her sisters gave little twirls to motion to not only their size, but their wings, "We're magic."

"And very good with children," Astrid added matter-of-factly, though Hans still didn't look very swayed. "All they wish to give gifts to our son," Heather whispered to her husband, who seemed to calm a bit to hearing her re-assurance, "No more, no less."

With a nod from Hans, the guard relaxed considerably, allowing the pixies to fly over to the cradle and peer inside at its sole occupant. The small boy had a certain roundness to his face like his father did as a child with his father's pale skin, wrapped comfortably in soft blue and silver blankets. Atop his head was a tiny wisp of raven black hair and his eyes glowed like melted silver.

The three pixies cooed over the bubbling and cooing boy for a moment, before Anna and Ruffnut gave Astrid her space so she could give her gift first. "Young Tuffnut," She said to the infant prince, "My gift is the gift of courage, so you may grow into a brave leader one day." With small waves of her hands, a flurry of blue and purple butterflies flew around the baby's head, sprinkling her blue magic gently as not to startle him, but the boy just giggled as he tried to reach for the little insects.

When Astrid moved away, ignoring Anna's grumbling about her giving the best gift, Ruffnut moved forward next. "Little prince, my gift is the gift of laughter," Ruffnut said as she waved her hand, creating small little dandelion seeds the floated harmlessly around the boy's head, "So that you'll never be blue, only happy and your life will always be filled with smiles and glee." When one of the seeds landed on the boy's nose, Tuffnut sneezed cutely, sending the speeds flying everywhere once the gift was done, making his parents smile a little, his father's uneasiness melting away at the sight.

And finally, it was Anna's turn. "Sweet Tuffnut," Anna said smiling, "My gift for you is the gift of…" She was cut off by a sudden powerful gust of ice cold wind, sending tapestries flying. Hans' eyes widened as ice began to form on the windows and ceiling, forming thick icicles, before the floor itself was encased in a thick layer of ice, causing all of the panicking guests to slip and fall over their own feet or others. Astrid, Ruffnut and Anna cried out as they were blown forward, gripping onto the folds of the cradle's curtains so they weren't blown away.

Yet, above all the chaos, the clinking of heels against the ice could be heard as the screams began to slowly die down and the shadow of a familiar horned, wingless fairy was cast sinisterly against one of the walls. Hans watched with alarmed eyes as the crowd began to part, revealing the one person he hoped he would never have to face again.

It was Elsa, but like Hans, she to had taken drastic change to her appearance. Her once dark coloured and simple dress was replaced with a slim one that sparkled like the very ice she walked on, had a crystallized bodice with skin-tight, off-the-shoulder, semi-transparent sleeves that reached her wrists, leaving her shoulders and collarbone bare to the world. The skirt hung to her hips with snowflake designs, but there was a single slit going up the front, revealing a single, flawless pale leg, her feet adorned in a pair of high-heels made from ice. Trailing behind her was her own cape much like Heather's, only Elsa's was more flamboyant, hanging from beneath her arms and the low back of her bodice, being transparent and glittering with large snowflake patterns on the ice-like material.

She had even changed her hair style; the one neat braided-bun was replaced by a single braid that hung over her left shoulder, her bangs slicked back on the top of her head, small hair clips in the shape of snowflakes that were combined with blues, indigo and violets were placed randomly in her hair. Her eye shadow was now a smoky, purple, making her blue eyes pop out and her lipstick was a dark shade of magenta. Sitting atop the orb of her staff was Kristoff.

"It's Elsa!" Astrid gasped as she, Ruffnut and Anna hid in the folds of the curtains of the crib. "What's she doing here?" Ruffnut wondered. "This isn't good…" Anna whimpered as she lowered herself further into the folds.

"Well, well…" Elsa smiled sinisterly as she stood before the dais, even her nails were shimmering like ice, which showed as she motioned around, "Quite the…glimmering assembly King Hans."

Hans remained silently as he and Heather stood, the latter looking considerably concerned, yet more confused as to how this fairy knew her husband. "Royalty, nobility, the gentry and…" Elsa said as she looked about the room, before her cold eyes landed on the pixies, she was silent for a moment, eyes flashing momentarily with betrayal, before going back to her previous demeanour with a cruel smile as she chuckled, "How quaint…even the ramble."

She flashed a malice little smile at her former best friend, her former lover and Hans could feel the dread slowly gripping his heart as she pivoted her head away, pretending to be a little distressed. "I must say," Elsa continued, loud enough to be heard by all as all eyes watched her, "I was quite distressed upon not receiving an invitation."

"You're not wanted here," Hans almost growled at her, all his panic about her being discovered alive and his lies uncovered out the window, replaced by an over burst of anger that she had the nerve to appear now. Elsa looked hurt as she blinked almost owlishly at him as if trying to hold back a response that would've been inappropriate or holding back the urge to cry.

After a moment of this, she went back to her cold smile as she turned away, giving an awkward-like expression as she chuckled, "Oh my…what an…awkward situation…"

"And…you're not offended?" Heather asked causing Elsa to secretly smile, before giving a false look of surprise and sinister-joy. "Why no, You're Majesty," Elsa replied before her eyes harden as they locked onto the innocent-looking cradle, "In fact, to show I hold no ill will, I too, shall bestow a gift on your child."

"We don't want your gifts!" Hans bellowed as he took a step forward, but a warning caw from Kristoff and a burst of cold tingling sensations stopped him from moving any closer. Elsa gave him a coy smile before walking towards the cradle, which was when the pixies finally steeled his courage.

"You stay away from the prince!" Astrid said as she and her sisters got in front of the cradle. "Yes, stay away!" Anna added trying to be brave.

Elsa just stared at them unimpressed, before sharing a glance with Kristoff and nodded at him. Kristoff took flight and without warning swooped in and grabbed the three pixies with his talons, being careful not to rip their wings as they shrieked. With another powerful swoop, Kristoff dropped the three into a nearby leather trunk, which closed upon impact, causing all of the watching patrons to gasp.

Elsa then peered into the cradle as Kristoff perched himself atop the canopy-like curtains of the cradle. Despite having his mother's hair and eye color, the boy took after his father otherwise in appearance, even having the chubby cheeks Hans had as a child. Deep down, Elsa momentarily wondered how Tuffnut would've looked if he were hers instead of Heather's, but shook the thought away.

"Listen well, all of you," Elsa said in a dark, cold voice as she slowly waved her hand, creating a flurry of snow that slowly encircled the entire baby, "The young prince shall indeed grow in strength and heart; beloved by all who know him."

"That's a lovely gift," Heather said not wanting anything else to be added on, having a bad feeling. Elsa glanced over, but her eyes were on Hans, who looked both alarmed, yet horrified and at the same time pleading as he said just loud enough for her sharp ears to hear, "Elsa, don't do this…" At this moment, the pixies finally managed to lift the lid of the trunk enough so they could see what was going on.

Elsa smiled in cold malice at him and lifted a finger to her lips in wicked playfulness. She then looked through the hall for inspiration, something that could help her strike fear into not just Hans, but all humans so they'd all think twice before messing with her and her kind again. She soon got her inspiration when her eyes landed on an abandoned spinning wheel in a shadowy corner, some frost growing on it, its needle seemed to glow eerily in the lack of light.

"But," Elsa said eyes glowing silver, causing the flurry of snow to give a silvery gleam, "As the sun sets on his sixteenth birthday." As Elsa turned during this, she failed to see the flurry, so intense with power, seep into Tuffnut's very being and his hair changed from black to white-blonde like her own.

Now facing the frightened people, including the royal couple, Elsa stood tall and was engulfed in a dark, intense blue and silver, fire-like aura, giving a much more intimidating appearance to show she wasn't joking. "He shall prick his finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel!" Elsa continued her voice increasing, "And fall into a sleep like death, from which he will never awaken from!"

"Elsa, don't do this, I beg you!" Hans blurted as he foolishly walked forward. Elsa just stared at him, eyes cold as she remembered how she didn't the chance to beg for her wings, how he took them from her without any warning, betraying her. "I like it when you beg," She said icily, "Do it again."

Hans hesitated as he glanced at the disapproving looking court, but then his eyes landed on his frightened and concerned wife and reluctantly kneeled down before the angered fairy. "I beg you," He said to her, "If our friendship meant anything to you…"

Elsa stared, despite her cold mask she wasn't entirely expecting him to do it, but had to admit that last remark hit her not quite right. It irked her he had the nerve to say that to her, but another, bigger part of her wanted to relent, remembering all the wonderful memories she shared with him.

"Fine," Elsa said finally, before saying loud enough for all to hear, "The prince can be awaken from his death-sleep, but only by…" Everyone tensed, waiting for the one cure to this whole predicament, but Elsa gave Hans a dark, ice-cold stare as she finished in spiteful snarl, "True love's kiss," Hans stared back at her in shock, before she made her aura flare out around her, "This curse will last till the end of time, and no power on earth can change it!"

Tuffnut began to cry as Elsa laughed evilly, leaving just as easily as she came, Kristoff flying after her. "Seize her!" Hans bellowed as the guards charged after the duo as Heather rushed to their infant son.


And that is that! Tuffnut is the unfortunate prince who is to be taken away from his family and to meet a spiteful curse. So, what do you guys think? Didn't expect it to be Tuffnut, huh? Sure, he's not the ideal idea of a prince, especially when playing a role like Aurora, but he does fit the physical idea.

Aside from that, I honestly don't like the idea of using Hiccup. Its just, whenever someone does a HTTYD version of any Disney masterpiece, Hiccup is always either the hero or the damsel, heck, every time someone does a Sleep Beauty AU, they always but him as Aurora: I mean sure, he closest in personality and basic role in comparison, but in my opinion, he lacks the child-like innocence that Aurora have, in fact, in the first movie and the TV series, he acts more adult then his own age, unlike Tuffnut who doesn't seem to take much very seriously unless it concerns a personal matter.

Ah, sorry, I'm rambling, didn't know you can do that while typing. Time to respond:

First off, to my guest Ali: I hope you like it!

To my faithful viewer pokeyoftheshadows: I'm glad you like it and thank you and Sammael29 for providing me with the correct spelling! I'm not kidding that was driving me bonkers! And thanks, I think he's a pretty good match to Diaval in terms of personality and character, and it didn't strike me that using Sven like that would be genius.

As for your question…hmmm…never really though of it like that; I just tried to stick as close to Maleficent as possible while give the characters their own creative flair, like Elsa's ice-like horns and her white wings, and the shock of blonde on Kristoff's head when he's a raven.

Glad it gave you chills, it gave me some and I'm the one who wrote! LOL, right? I'm glad you like it though, and did you know Elsa was suppose to be the original villain in Frozen? But because of 'Let it Go' they changed her to one of the heroes instead.

I hope you're not disappointed the prince wasn't Hiccup or Toothless, but I personally like Tuffnut's character. When he isn't being all violent and childish and whatnot, he actually does care, and he and his sister do provide a lot of comic relief to the show and movies. Whenever people use him in Disney fics, its always a villain or supporting character, I think he deserves a little lime-light.

To Sammael29: Like I said to pokeyoftheshadows, thank you for the correct spelling, it was a real pain in the neck! And your welcome to answering your question, if there are anymore, please, shoot. I hope you like this new chapter and thanks for favourite-ing!

And finally, to Noctus Fury: Sorry, but Tuff's stealing the show! XD! But, I hope you aren't disappointed it wasn't Hiccup.

Well, until next time, remember the golden rule: NO FLAMING!