Hey everybody, I'm back! With another chapter to Sleeping Viking and the Snow Wings!

Recap: Tuffnut is now being raised by Astrid, Ruffnut and Anna (Gods help him) and Elsa and Kristoff (mostly Kristoff though) are watching and aiding from afar.

Now, I'm gonna guess a few of you are peeved that I may have gone out of the promised timeline I put up in one of the last two chapters, but what can I do? I have school ya know.

Well, here we go in three…two…one…


From the dark, dimly-lit chambers of his war-room, Hans would meet up with his generals, discussing ways passed Elsa's ice walls. He was dead-set on getting Elsa back for her curse, one way or another.

"As the days went on, Hans darkened, further consumed by paranoia and vengeance."

Late one night, armed with torches and catapults, Hans' soldiers stood on the human side of the Elsa's walls of ice. They loaded the catapults with oil-soaked rocks, which they lit on fire. The captain then gave the signal and shouted, "Release!"

The men chopped the rope holding the device in place, sending the rocks flying at the wall. The sheer force was just enough to make holes in the wall, lodging the still burning rocks in the ice. Steam began to seep through the holes as the fire began to melt the ice around the rocks.

The men began to cheer as the ice began to melt, only for those cheers to die down as the ice suddenly began to shift. Loud crackling sounds forced a few to cover their ears as the ice split itself apart and began to sway like the arms of a giant squid-monster.

Unknown to any of the men, Elsa stood on Moors' side of the wall, eyes glowing beneath her closed eyelids with power as she fuelled the wall with her ice magic. The men watched with horrified-alarm as the appendage-like ice moved towards them.

Then, chaos ensued as the ice slammed itself onto the ground. The men screamed as they scrambled to get out of the ice's way as it crushed not only the ground, but the catapults as well. One man screamed as he just barely avoided getting crushed by one such ice column as Elsa dark, cruel, sinister laugh filled the air hauntingly.

After making a hasty retreat, the captain, a tall man with blonde hair and long moustache twisted in various braids, reported the night's events to his king. Hans was less then pleased with how things turned out, though he didn't physically show it as he said in displeasure, "You failed me."

"Sire, the wall cannot be shattered like a mirror or burnt like an ice cube!" Captain Gobber said with fear clear in his eyes and urgent-alarm in his voice, "It is indestructible!"

Those were not the words Hans wanted to hear. He was not going to bow down again and admit defeat. He already humiliated himself in front of countless lords and ladies at his son's christening. Allowing his men to quit now was pretty much telling Elsa she won and he had given up.

Anger clear on his face, Hans marched up to his captain and backhanded him, much to Gobber's shock. "Nothing is indestructible!" Hans all but screamed in rage stalking to a model of the city and threw the models of catapults of the table, "Not the wall, not Elsa! Not even her curse!"

Slamming his dagger into the decorated wood blade first, Hans took silent breathes as he attempt to calm himself, losing control now was showing just how much Elsa affected him. Running a hand over his face, listened to the roar of the fireplace, seeing as no guard or solider wanted to risk setting him off as he muttered, "There has to be a way…"

Distractedly, he yanked his dagger out before a dark gleam caught his eye. He brought the dagger closer and realized it was iron. Iron. The word bounced around in his head for a moment before it clicked and Elsa's young, innocent voice echoed in his head.

"Your ring. Iron burns fairies."

This caused an idea to form. If iron burned all fairies, then surely that also applied to Elsa, which he remembered had when they first met as children. As the idea began to branch out through his mind like the briars of a thorn bush, he gave his captain a truly malicious smile as he said, "Bring me the ironworkers."

"Yet, for Elsa time only seemed to do a haunting dance for her, for as the boy grew, she saw more and more of his father in him when he was a boy."

Watching the toddler from the trees, Elsa felt her chest clench with pain through the small gestures and emotions that would fly through the boy's face and motions. It all painfully reminded her of the man that stole her most precious processions and broke her heart. His big innocent smile and laugh, his shriek of laughter. Even the way he'd swing his arms and legs around when one of the tree disguised fairies would throw him up and catch him would remind her of Hans.

A sudden gentle touch to her shoulder snapped her out of her ravine. Serving her head around revealed it only to be Kristoff, who looked at her with silent concern, asking if she was okay. Something he tended to do if he felt to nervous to verbally ask it and she learnt what it meant.

For a strange reason, as she gave a stiff nod, she would feel her cheeks heat up with a strange warmth she had felt only once before. She only felt it before whenever Hans did something really sweet when they were in their early teens, but it confused her why she would feel this around Kristoff, who she had only seen as a means to spy on Hans before now. She shook it off as she felt her cheeks redden as for a weird reason all the little things he had unnecessarily done for her came flooding to her mind; the extra berries he'd get her, the new objects to decorate her castle with. It made her warm in her cheeks and chest.

For Kristoff's credit, he did notice how she acted whenever he gave his silent (or occasionally outspoken) inquires of concern as well as his little extra work of meeting her needs. He only started doing it in the beginning because he wanted to truly show his gratitude to her saving his life, but it twisted a little to show that she didn't have to be as alone as she thought she was, but nowadays it just for the shake of getting those reactions out of her.

"But at least she didn't have to go through it alone. Little did she know…she wasn't the only one making a home in Kristoff's heart."

One evening, things took an unexpected turn as Anna, wearing a thick, dark green, hooded clock over her dress, was out walking through the dark forest, the lack of sunlight making it seem all the more darker. Fireflies were out, casting an almost romantic glow around the foliage and making it more comfortable.

Astrid needed more berries for dessert and Ruffnut flat out refused to go get them, leaving it to her. She had already filled her basket and was on her way back, when something caught her eye in the dimly lit darkness.

Sitting high a tree, were shiny red apples. The sight made Anna almost drool, imagining how they must taste. She couldn't remember the last time she had a fresh, ripe apple since they started this whole crazy thing. It made her stomach grumble with need.

Shrugging, she set her basket down and carefully climbed up a few tall rocks that got her closer to the high apples. She tried in vain to grab just one but even with the rocks she wasn't tall enough. Just as she tried to lean just a little further, she lost her balance and flailed about with a shriek, knowing she was going to hit the rocks as she fell, only to be surprised when she didn't.

"Careful," A deep voice said with a little alarm in his voice.

Looking up, Anna felt her face heat up at meeting a kind (and handsome constructed) face with warm, kind brown eyes and golden hair. Noticing she was in his arms made her blush even darker as she meekly said, "Th-thanks."

"No problem, but you need to be a bit more careful there," He said setting her down gently, "Rocks are slippery this time of the year."

"Yeah, slippery…" She agreed glancing down, pouting. He seemed amused but didn't comment on her expression and instead said, "So, what were you doing out here anyway?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Anna said raising an eyebrow at him, a bit suspicious, though blushed as she took in his physique, "Not a lot of people around these parts."

"It's a given for me seeing as I work here," He said shifting as he crossed his arms, "I'm an ice harvester."

"Isn't it the middle of spring?" Anna asked. "Yeah, well, there's a thing called waiting for the season to roll around," He chuckled, "Now are you going to answer me."

"My sister sent me out to get berries," Anna replied in a short, meek tone, before motioning weekly to the apple tree, unable to look at him, "But when I saw this I just couldn't resist…I love apples."

She blinked when she heard a thump sound and looked over to see him catch an apple with flawless ease. Walking over, he held out to her while saying with a smile, "A lovely fruit for a lovely lady." Anna blushed deeply, but accepted it with a shy smile.

"Thank you…" She smiled trailing off, waiting for an introduction. Realizing what she wanted, he offered a hand, "Kristoff."

Taking it with her free hand, she said, "Anna."

"But one day, things took an even bigger change."

Several days later, atop high cliffs that overlooked Hans' kingdom, Astrid, Anna and Ruffnut were having a picnic in the rolling fields of daisies, poppies, dandelions and little blue butterflies. Enjoying their delicious fruity treats as little two-year-old Tuffnut, whose hair was growing out past his chin, became a fleck of white-blonde, blue and brown among the landscape as he grew interested in one of the pretty butterflies.

Unknown to them, from a tree the gave the perfect view of the four, was Elsa and Kristoff, who was once again in raven form. Elsa was eating a grape when she got a sudden mischievous idea. Creating a dusting of silver around her index and thumb, Elsa made a tiny tug motion and watched her work.

In the same instant, Ruffnut felt a lock of her hair get pulled and cried out in surprise, "Ow!" She looked over at a bewildered Anna and frowned as she reached over and yanked harshly on one of her pigtails. "Ow," The strawberry blonde frowned before pulling on her middle sister's hair.

Elsa smirked faintly as she made a line of silver magic and in the same motion, Astrid's hat went flying. She and Ruffnut looked at the still bewildered Anna before pouncing on the startled girl.

As they shrieked at one another, they were unaware of their charge innocently trying to catch the only white butterfly among the pod around them. As he tried to reach and touch it, tiny snowflakes seemed to dance around his fingers, floating harmlessly around his wrists before fading away.

Elsa watched the three squabbling before glancing at the little boy, who unknowingly, was following the butterfly right towards the edge of the cliff. "Oh look," She told Kristoff suddenly as if discussing the weather, "The lite sno dyret (1) is about to fall off the cliff."

Sure enough, the giggling child was unaware of the danger he was in as he continued to chase the white butterfly. Kristoff didn't notice at first as he squawked something the sounded dismissive before it clicked in his head and he snapped his head in the boy's direction while cawing so loud, it sounded an awful lot like 'WHAT?'

Kristoff started to caw like crazy, trying to warn the child without giving Elsa away, but sadly, the child didn't notice and he was quick to cover his face with a wing as Tuffnut placed a foot over the edge. Elsa closed her eyes as the boy's fearful scream rang her ears and a flash of silver flashed beneath her eyelids.

Opening them, she watched as the branches beneath he cliff edge shot out and caught the boy before he could get hurt from the fall. Much like hands, gentle and careful, almost cupping him, the branches pushed themselves up through Elsa's magic, lifting the now giggling child back up to safety.

Hearing the giggling, Kristoff dared himself to peek over his wing and did a small double-take to see the branches saving the child. He instantly turned to his mistress, a questioning look on his avian face. She could have easily ended Tuffnut's life and bring misery to Hans by letting him fall, so why didn't see?

Glancing at the blonde raven, Elsa didn't look the least bit amused as she almost growled, "What?" He just gave her a confused stare, which she chose to ignore in favour of leaning against the tree trunk and breathed in deeply, confused herself. Why did she safe him?

Less then a year and a half later, another strange event occurred. Elsa was using her magic to heal a tree that had a big chuck of its trunk missing, when she felt a presence behind her and turned as an innocent voice said, "Hello."

Turning fully, she was stunned to see it was Tuffnut, who was now three. His now shoulder length white-blonde hair fell in three parts and his silver eyes seemed to almost glitter with happy-curiosity as he smiled up at her with his tiny teeth, rosy cheeks pulled up to show them off. He was dressed in a light, baby blue shirt with a bubble snowflake pattern with white pants and was oddly barefoot. Needless to say, he was the picture of boyish, winter innocence.

Kristoff looked up, also surprised by the boy's sudden appearance. Though Elsa didn't show her uneasiness of being so close to him for the first time since he was a small baby. Trying to be imposing, she turned fully to face him, hands together, face pulled in a sort of sternness, eyes like steel, yet he continued to smile up at her.

"Go away," She said but instead he stepped towards her, "Go, go away," But instead he hugged her around the legs and despite the warmth that flared through her, she simply scoffed and told him sternly, "I don't like children."

Kristoff continued to watch the interaction warily, wondering what would happen. She glanced up at him to see he was making no move to offer help. "Up, up," His soft voice reached her ears in request to be held and it made her heart heat up in an odd way, not like it had with Hans or Kristoff, but in a different way and she wasn't quite sure how to make of it.

Sighing, she grudgingly bent down and carefully picked the little boy up. Unexpectedly, he gently touched her face with his tiny hands, causing Elsa to blink at the gentle, yet curious touch as his hands glided from up to her hair, feeling the softness of her whiter then snow-white hair, before running up her horns. It was touches she never experienced before, even with Hans. After inspecting her horns, he brought his hands back down and leaned his head against her, which was when Elsa decided it was time to send him back before she was discovered.

"Go on," She said putting him down and this time, Tuffnut obeyed, walking back to the cottage, "Go, go." Kristoff felt the ghost of smile form on his beak at the interaction as small as it was, while Elsa watched the giggling boy leave, a blank expression on her face, unsure what to make of the encounter and the new feelings it created.


Okay, way beyond my promised time-line, but give me a break here! I got several other stories here that people want updated, I have an announcement that I'll be announcing after the responses! But hey, better late then never, right?

Now, on that note, here's the translation to that little piece of Norwegian Elsa spoke before:

(1): Lite sno dyret (FYI: it's spelt differently in the actual Norwegian alphabet) means little snow beast.

Like I mention in my author's note, I wanted to make a more Frozen twist to a few elements of the actual movie seeing as Elsa's the bigger star here then anyone else (with the possible exception of Hans). Also, since Frozen seems to take place in Norway, I thought it be a nice twist to add some actual Norwegian words.

Also, I've added some Kristoff/Elsa and Kristoff/Anna scenes, I couldn't decided which one I liked better, so I decided to use both for now. Tell me what you think.

Now to the responses:

First to CrystalGem18: I'm glad you like it so much and no worries about Hiccup, everyone has their favourites and its nice to know someone supports me about Tuffnut not having much moments to really shine, and I have read a few stories where he doesn't have an exactly nice role, but I can't remember if any were Disney re-makes or movie-remakes in general.

To pokeyoftheshadows: I'm glad you liked that bit, it made me laugh to! Writing it and watching the actual movie scene! I can really see those three having no clue of what to do when it comes to caring for an infant. Sorry, I never got that far in Once Upon a Time, I got as far as the second disc of season two and my head started spinning, but I'm glad it gave up chills, that's my goal for those scenes. I'm glad you like the Hans bit too, how about this one though. As for the Kristoff/Tuffnut moment…um…do you mean the one where he's rocking him or making the silly face? Either way, I'm glad you like his soft side, I just get the impression a guy like him would have a soft spot for kids. As for Hiccup's role…well, that would be telling wouldn't it? As for 'sno dyret' I mentioned in my author's note that it means 'snow beast'. Glad it's your favourite, hope you keep reviewing!

To Ali: Glad you love it so much!

And finally, to Sammael29: No worries, life gets the way and there's much you can do about it. I hope you like the chapter and I look forward to any comments or questions.

And now, my announcement to those who are still reading this: I've been thinking of doing an early start of a squeal to this of sorts. I've been thinking of doing another crossover of HTTYD and Frozen, but I'm not sure what to do, so I've decided to let you guys decided, but I have rules, you can only vote for which of the following story ideas I do via poll, these ideas are: the new Cinderella movie, Hansel and Gretel Witch Hunters, Jack the Giant Slayer or the new(ish) Disney Pixar movie Inside Out. I repeat you can only vote via poll, so let me know what you all think!

Until next time, bye!