Hey, I'm back with a new chapter to everyone's apparent favourite!

Last time, Elsa and Tuffnut have finally actually met after Elsa gave a few of Hans' guards a good fright.

And speaking of Hans, he's really going off his rocker.

Now, I know a lot of you are really anxious to learn who's playing Prince Phillip's role and I can't say for sure if its going to be in this chapter or not, so, cross your fingers!

"As time went on, Elsa continued to bring Tuffnut to the Moors, feeling he was much more different from other humans then she first thought."

Sure enough, ever since that first night, Elsa allowed Tuffnut to enter the Moors, allowing him to explore the vast valleys under her and Kristoff's watchful gaze. She wasn't sure why she went along with Tuffnut's belief that she was his fairy godmother, but for some reason, every time he addressed her as such made her feel that pleasant warmth again.

She could still remember his reaction when she brought him up to see her castle of ice. The wonder and awe on his face, the happiness that seemed to glow in his eyes as he took in the details of it all, made that warmth grow…and lately, she didn't seem to mind it anymore.

"And as he explored the Moors, she taught him how to truly harness his magical gift and how to mould them into something greater."

When Tuffnut accidentally frozen a rock so badly it split apart, Elsa offered to teach him how to better control his powers, to which Tuffnut jumped at the chance for. He watched it awe as his godmother created beautiful spirals of snow from her hands, filling the darkness of night with an eternal like glow. Tuffnut tried to do something similar, but kept ending up using too much power and shooting ice and creating tall spikes.

Tuffnut was ready to give up after the thirtieth spire of spikes, but Elsa didn't let him. In her advice, she told him the secret to magic was letting emotion work with him, instead of letting his fear of what he might do hold him back.

Tuffnut stood in a snowy clearing and took a calming breath, trying to sooth his initial fear of hurting someone. Elsa and Kristoff watched from beneath the trees a small distance away as the boy started to move his arms, creating small snowflakes that seemed to gleam with indigo and violet with their eternal white, magical glow.

As Tuffnut tried to focus on the energy that was spreading through his being, he remembered all his aunts words about his powers. How ice was a supposedly darker side of magic, how it was dangerous and could cause great problems if he didn't control it properly. As Tuffnut formed a ball of snow, his face showed signs of distress and the ball itself started to flicker with violent energy, causing Tuffnut's hands to shake with the effort of keeping it in.

Elsa's eyes narrowed at this, wondering if he'd lose control again. But Tuffnut remembered what she had to say about their element. Ice could be dangerous, but it was also beautiful. He remembered the castle she had shown him and all the amazing things he discovered within the Moors.

As he thought of these things, the ball stopped flickering and gave a bright glow, causing the two adults to blink in surprise. Without warning, Tuffnut tossed it into the air where it flew up high over the trees before it exploded, creating a gentle snowfall. Tuffnut, upon opening his eyes, let out an amazed, but happy laugh as Kristoff smiled and cheered for him, pleased he finally created something good.

"And as time went by…Tuffnut and Elsa got closer…"

One particular night within in the Moors, Elsa and Tuffnut sat on a log next to one of the frozen streams, watching the water fairies dance across the frozen surface. The once golden ripples their dance had created in Elsa's youth was now a paler color as they rippled across the ice, gaining a truly eternal appearance beneath the light of the full moon.

Even now, after so long, it still looked so enchanting to Elsa and, from what she could tell from the pure awe on Tuffnut's face, he thought the same.

Sure enough, the youth let out an awe-filled breath as he gazed at the water fairies, "They're so beautiful…" He couldn't help but smile and let out a small, joyful laugh, turning to smile at his godmother, before turning to watch them more.

As Elsa watched, she felt the corners of her mouth twitch.

Later on, by one of the more thawed out rivers, Elsa watched as Tuffnut knelt down as one of the female trolls shyly walked up to him, clutching a cute, glowing mushroom. At Tuffnut's encouraging smile, she held it out to him and he reached out to touch it, when he felt a sudden impact on his upper back, snow flying into his hair.

Laughter rung out as Tuffnut shook his head and turned to look over his shoulder at another troll, who had a snowball in hand and shrugged sheepishly at him. Tuffnut suddenly gave a mischievous smile as he slowly stood, conjuring a snowball in one hand, which he brought back and threw the snowball at the unsuspecting troll, nailing him right in the face, causing him to fall backwards into a snow dune.

Laughter rung out even more as an instant snowball fight ensued. Several female trolls sided with Tuffnut as a few male ones continued to throw snowballs at them, while the boy himself would conjure his ammo, no longer afraid of his powers.

Elsa watched this, her lips twitching even more until a half-smiled formed on her face. Somehow, watching the boy she had cursed so many years ago out of spite of his father playing with the trolls brought a strange sense of happiness to her. Ironic, now that she thought about it.

From his spot behind a tree branch and well out of fire, Kristoff was full out grinning at this point, some times cheering Tuffnut's team on. He had really grown to love the kid, the way his eyes seemed to light up when he'd show up before either as 'Pretty Bird' or 'Uncle Kristoff', calling out in happy-excitement, it just made him warm and happy.

But then, suddenly, one of the trolls misfired, causing a snowball to strike Elsa right in the side of the face, nearly knocking her off balance, wiping the half-smile into a look of pure startlement as she rapidly blink to process what just happened. Someone just hit her, Elsa, the Snow Queen, with a snowball.

Everyone, the trolls, nearby watching fairies and other sorts, even Tuffnut was dead silent, staring at her in dread for her reaction. Well…it was dead quiet kept for a certain bird-turned-man's hysterical laughter.

Kristoff had to lean against the tree because of how badly he was laughing, causing Elsa's face to turn to a deadpanned-look of annoyance as she turned to stare at him, which had no effect on him whatsoever. Until she smirked evilly as she got an idea and rose her hands above her head as she used her snow magic.

"Um…" Tuffnut suddenly spoke up over his uncle's laughter, "Uncle Kristoff…?"

Kristoff barely managed to say, "Y-Y-Y-Yes?" Before opening his eyes, only to let out an alarmed shout as he was hit with a gigantic snowball curtsey of Elsa, who smirked as he was thrown back by the force onto the ground and partially buried in the snow.

Everyone else burst out laughing, a few trolls having to hold each other up or falling over as Elsa turned to them, triumphantly with a small smile on her face as Tuffnut grinned with glee, his deep laughter filled her heart with even more happiness. It was only then she realized, she didn't hold anymore spite or hate towards Tuffnut at all. She didn't want to hurt him.

After returning a drenched Tuffnut home, Elsa reminded in the trees until she was sure all was asleep. Kristoff was sound asleep back at the castle of ice, fully trusting her to keep herself safe. She quietly went up the stairs and stood in the doorway of Tuffnut's room, where the white-blonde-haired boy laid asleep beneath his covers, peaceful.

From the doorway, she used a bit of her magic to pull the covers up a bit more as Tuffnut wasn't immune from colds like she was, so she felt the need. From where she stood in the wooden frame, Elsa couldn't bare to see Tuffnut in a different form of sleep. She could almost picture it clearly to the point it flashed before her eyes; his skin even paler from the spell contradicting with his natural magic to the point he looked dead, the tips of his fingers as well as his lips blue from frostbite, eyes closed, never to open again, chest barely moving with breath. It scared her.

She was truly scared by what the results of her curse would bring. She couldn't go through with it. She had gotten too attached to the boy, Hans be damned, she couldn't punish someone as innocent and as lovable as Tuffnut for something he had nothing to do with.

Drawing in a sharp, but quiet breath, she let out a small whisper to her magic, "I revoke my curse…let it be no more…" The orb of her staff lit up with dark and light blue energy, casting its lights cross her face, "I revoke my curse, let it be no more…"

Yet, as Tuffnut's body began to resonate dark blue flames through the blankets and covers, nothing seemed to be happening. Infuriated and a bit confused, Elsa stepped into the room and rose her voice, "I revoke my curse!" In an instant, the room was flashing with dark blue and ice blue lights, "Let it be no more!"

Her silver flames of magic leapt from her hands to intertwine with the dark blue flames of the curse that came from the still (miraculously) sleeping boy, "Let it be no more!"

"I revoke my curse!" Elsa repeated as her magic seemed to battle with the curse's own, "Let it be no more!" But imagine her surprise when the dark blue flames began to push back against her silver, her voice gained a hue of anger and confusion, "Let it be no more!" The room was nearly frozen over as the darker flames continued to push back.

When finally, they hit Elsa's hands, causing her to gasp and stop, creating a shockwave within the room, making the ice break apart and vanish beneath the waves of dark blue. The curse's magic flowed around the room before returning to Tuffnut's still glowing body. It seemed to bubble for a moment as Elsa watched before finally settling and all was normal again.

It was then Elsa remembered her words from the christening with horror, "This curse will last till the end of time…no power on earth can change it." And that included her own.

Elsa pretty much fell against the beam of the doorway in horror…what has she done…?

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The following night, Elsa had brought Tuffnut to the Moors once again and as always, he started his visit off by seeing the water fairies do their dance across the frozen waters. All Elsa could do was watch him, knowing if he went back to Hans and the human world, he would be gone forever.

It wasn't until a different fairy flew by, a green and red fairy with a sort of tropical look to it, that Tuffnut's curiosity and the urge to ask his godmother about a certain thing he'd been meaning to ask her became too much for the white-haired youth. He was quick to get to his feet and offered the fairies a quick wave before clambering the small ledges to the path were his godmother waited.

Once on the path, Elsa led the way through the bush as Tuffnut asked her, "Do all fairies have wings?"

And Elsa found herself still silent, but for a different reason entirely. No matter how used she had gotten to the weight difference or her wingless reflection in the reflective walls of her palace, Elsa still felt his deep, lingering sting when she didn't see her white wings, didn't feel their soft feathers. She knew she couldn't blame him for the innocent question, but that didn't mean the hurt didn't bloom anew.

"Most do," Elsa finally answered, eyes straight ahead, "In the traditional sense."

"Then why don't you?" Tuffnut asked curiously, unaware of the thin ice, pun aside, he was walking on with the subject, "All the other fairies fly, even those without the traditional form of wings."

It was a long silence before Elsa spoke again, "They were stolen from me a long time ago, by someone I thought would never hurt me," She stopped to look at him, causing him to stop and Tuffnut never thought such hurt could exist in one person's eyes, "And that's all I wish to say about it."

"What color were they?" Tuffnut asked hoping to calm the invisible waters, his eyes sparkling with delight as he tried to picture her wings, "Were they big?"

As fond expression appeared on Elsa's face as she gazed back at him as well as she recalled all of her flying memories. "So big they dragged behind me when I walked and so white, they were like snow," She answered sighing as she remembered them, "And they were strong; so strong they could carry me up into the head-winds," A smile of melancholy appeared on her face, "They never faugh it, not even once, because I trusted them with all of my being."

Tuffnut could see the sadness of the loss in her eyes and his heart went out to her. He couldn't image what it was like to lose something you were born with, to him, it would be like losing both legs, you just…lost something important. Heck, he wasn't even sure if could be relevant to compare his magic with it, seeing as he couldn't picture his life without even it.

All this…it made him see Elsa in a new light. She clearly lost something every important to her very being, something that made her life grand, yet, here she was, still so strong. He had heard stories of her from his Uncle, how'd she'd still cry over them, even after having them gone for so long, how'd she'd still have nightmares. Yet, she didn't look like someone who let their grief over such a lose control them.

Even Tuffnut couldn't say for sure how'd he react to such a loss. It made him respect Elsa even more and if anything, idolize her more.

In effort to give comfort, he reached out and gently place his hand on her shoulder, making her look at him in surprise, only to meet silver hues filled with sadness for her and admiration as he said, "I'm sorry you had to lose them…"

It left her speechless and unable to respond. Heck, how could she respond to the son of her thief apologizing to her for his father's deed, even if he didn't know all about it. Unable to form a response, she moved on, leaving a saddened Tuffnut behind for a moment before he decided to catch up.

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Meanwhile, Hans' life had turned upside down.

After Heather died, his hate for Elsa had turned into a nasty, dark obsession. It took a turning point where the servants were just to afraid to speak to him in fear of an outburst unless they didn't have any other choice. Even when delivering his meals, the servant could hear quiet mumbling of the king's plans to get back at Elsa. It made many of the older servants fear they were looking at King Dagur again.

Even his appearance was taking a downward spiral. His hair was usually a mess from his constant tossing and turning. His new beard was a mess of knots and tangles, not that he cared. He just barely ate and his eyes, dark and malicious with constant anger and hate, were practically shrunken and red with lack of sleep.

It was on this such night, just barely a day or so away from his son's prophesied birthday, that his nightmares were stronger than ever. He could still hear Elsa's wails of pain and hurt when he had taken her wings away and the image of his son, lying in a bed, death cold and eyes shut, haunted him even as he shot up in his bed, panting in insane ramble, "She's coming…she's coming…"

He had a guild to visit.

Now, Snotlout Jorgenson was many things, one of the best iron workers in the guild, so good, he had the quickest promotions in the last five years, then most of his seniors did in the whole careers, not the world's best cousin, his royal cousin could a-test to that, but he was a politician. So when his new king wakes him in the early hours where the sun isn't even being to rise by splashing water in his face, looking like he hadn't had a decent sleep in years, he knew he had to watch himself.

Scrambling to his feet, Snotlout cleared his through for an explanation while hoping not to get snapped at. Getting the hint, Hans asked him, tone dark, "Where are your workers?"

"In their beds, You're Majesty," Snotlout replied as he wiped water off his face, following his possibly mentally-losing it king into the work spaces.

"Get them back to work without delay," Hans ordered as he looked into the various smithy-stalls. "Oh Lord…" The darker-haired man mumbled under his breath, before addressing him, "With all respect, sire, they're exhausted, I promise they'll be back to work at first light."

He stopped as Hans stopped to turn to him, a firm expression on his face that matched his tone as he said, "Get them back to work now."

"But You're Highness, it's the wee hours," Snotlout protested.

Hans nodded as if just noticing the fact himself, "Aye," Without warning, he set a hand on the head worker's shoulder, making Snotlout blink in surprise, "Aye, it is wee hours."

Snotlout took a closer look by leaning in to respect his king's space. Hair so unkempt and tangled it even made him cringe, he didn't think someone could have such heavy bangs under their eyes or be so blood-shot. It caused a concerned light to shine across the younger man's face as he awaited his lord's next action.

He didn't wait long because Hans mumbled, "So wake them up…"

"Sire…" Snotlout spoke hesitantly, "Are feeling alright?"

But he wasn't expecting to be suddenly shoved against the wall by his collar as Hans all but roared at him, "So wake them up and get them back to work now!" Hans' eyes couldn't be any wider or insane-looking as he said more in declaration then reminder, "We're running out of time!"

Too afraid to argue, Snotlout ran off to get the other workers up as Hans panted to get himself back together.

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The following day, Elsa brought Tuffnut to the Moors again, earlier during the mid afternoon, to introduce him to something more different then he was used to. Up upon a cliff, was where Tuffnut meet them, magnificent beasts that resembled an verity of different lizards. One was blue with yellow spines sticking out of its head like a mane, one was incredibly short and chubby with small, stubby legs and smallish wings, being a brownish-pinky color, and the last, the most amazing of the three, in Tuffnut's mind, was the tallest and was deep green in color with two heads a top long, slender necks with mighty wings.

The two-headed beast let out twin, low grumbles as Tuffnut hesitantly held out his hand towards them, pausing to let them decide to let him touch them. After a moment, one head placed itself beneath his palm, allowing Tuffnut to gently caress the leathery, but soft feel of its scaly skin, earning soft purr like sounds from it. A soft croon got Tuffnut's attention and he turned his head to see the other head looking at him curiously, yet hopefully and he rose his other had and like before, the second head pressed itself against it to receive the same affection.

Elsa watched this, it took her years to gain the Zippleback's trust, yet one meeting with Tuffnut and the thing was putty in his hands. As much as it irked her a bit, it helped distract, if just momentarily from her bigger task, telling Tuffnut the truth. It was only fair, she couldn't hide it forever, she knew that. And to her, it seemed only fair that he heard it from her, rather then someone else, like for names' sake, a certain trio. She wasn't sure how she would handle the hurt and anger that was sure to come, but she couldn't stand him facing the effects of the curse unaware.

This in mind, she called out, "Tuffnut," Getting his attention, "Could you come here, please?"

Tuffnut obediently, and carefully, made his way down the path of the cliff as the Zippleback called to its friends and they flew off, making his way to the tree his godmother sat beneath as she said, "Sit." And he did so, sitting on the root opposite of her.

"There is something...I really need to tell you," Elsa began as she steeled her nerves.

"What is it?" Tuffnut asked. Feeling it fair to warn him, she said, "There is an evil in this world...and even I cannot keep you from it."

"I'm turning sixteen soon, godmother," Tuffnut smiled touched by her concern, "But thanks to you and Uncle, I can handle myself."

"I understand that," Elsa said as her heart clenched at what she was too reveal, "But that's not what I..."

But Tuffnut interrupted her with a mischievous smile, "I have a plan, when I'm older, I'm going to live here in the Moors with you and Uncle Krisroff!"

That declaration made many a reaction in Elsa. Her heart flared, he was actually choosing her...over the human world, over his own father. The idea of him staying here, with her, it made her feel just so...elated, she just didn't know how to describe it. It felt like someone put her heart in over-drive. But then, it hit her in how said that last part; her and Kristoff...Gods, that it sound like they were...her face gained a faint red hue, unable to finish the thought.

Turning to look at him and realizing he was waiting for a vocal response, she told him with a small smile, "You don't have to wait till your older," Making him blink a little in sure, "You could live here now."

Tuffnut's face lit up like the stars on a clear night, as a happy smile appeared on his face as he declared, "Then I will!" Standing, he started to ramble as Elsa realized she lost her nerve and couldn't tell him now, "I'll sleep in the ice castle or up in a tree or, heck, up in a cliff or cave with the dragons, I don't care! I'll eat berries and black nuts! And all the fare-folk will be my friends!"

Tuffnut let an elated laugh as he spun around as Elsa stood, "I could be happy here the rest of my life!" Turning to her, he told her, "I'm going to tell my aunts tomorrow!"

Elsa nodded with a small smile, "Until tomorrow."

As Tuffnut rushed off, he couldn't stop his excited laughter, "I'm so excited!" As he continued to laugh, Elsa couldn't wipe the smile, as small as it was, off her face if she tried, at least here, he was safe.


And that wraps up another chapter! God that took a while.

Now I know you guys were pretty excited to know who the person who plays Prince Phillip is going to be, but I did say I wasn't sure if I was going to introduce her in this chapter or not. I just thought the chapter was getting a little long since I included the whole power-training scenes, since I thought it was a nice thought to add a more clearer input it Tuffnut's own power since it's clear we know the extent of Elsa's own.

Now, for the reviews!

To Sammael29: It's nice to hear from you too! And no worries about the votes, someone voted for it anyway and the idea of the Giant Slayer is an interesting concept and its already giving me ideas, and I've seen yours, the cast is rather interesting, if you've written chapters past the cast, then I've haven't seen them yet, juggling so many stories can be a bit chaotic, but I love the challenge. I hope you like this chapter, till the next one!

To Guest1: I'm sorry if this seems a little demanding or whiny of me, but I'm hoping to ask that maybe you could use a nickname or something instead of just Guest, since more than one person tends to use it, so its hard to tell whose who. But as to what you've said in your review, I can only say while it would be an interesting idea, I only count votes via the poll at the top of my profile.

To pokeyoftheshadows: No worries about it, nothing's perfect, not even computers or websites! Anyways, yeah, Han's can be really creepy when he wants to be and how about this chapter, he's really going off the deep end. As for Tuffnut, no, you haven't mention it, you just find his childhood moments adorable, don't worry, i do too. And Elsa, well...remembering her fight with the Duke's thugs, she can be vicious when she wants to be, so I find this just perfect for her character and hey, chills in this is what I'm suppose to be doing, so...guess I'm doing my job! LOL!

And finally to Guest2: As I've said before, could it not hurt to use a nickname or even your real name with a number or two? I just find more then one guest a little confusing. I'm sorry if I'm making the suspense worse, but I'm just trying to keep my chapters at a bare length as I'm trying to control the length of my chapters, but I hope this works for now and I promise the girl playing Phillip will be in the next chapter, Girl Guide's Honor!

Well, until next time my lovely reviewers!