SOOOO sorry for the delay folks, but hey, good things come to those that wait, right? Yeah…I can't think of anything else but enjoy the chapter and hope its worth the wait!


All Tuffnut knew was that he had to get away, far away. His emotions banging around in his head as he ran from the woods, away from her; making it hard to focus on much. He felt like such an idiot and his heart felt like someone wouldn't stop stabbing it with a blade right off the forge and all he knew…was it was all her fault.

As tears pricked stingingly at his eyes and the wind began to howl in his ears, he was just barely paying any attention to where he was running until he tripped on a slightly up-turned root. Ignoring the new stings in the scraps on his hands, Tuffnut pushed himself up, turning to sit upright, letting his tears fall free as he stared up at the sky, trying to make sense of it all.

His fairy godmother…was the reason his life was the way it was. The fairy that had cursed and doomed him when he was baby, was the closest thing to a mother he ever had? Despite himself, he let out a choked chuckle at the irony of it. Listening to the wild beats of the wind against the trees, he sobbed. News of the queen's death hurt even more now than it had when he first heard of it years ago; then, he had felt sad for the king, but now, his real mother was dead and he never got the chance to know her. His father…his father is King Hans, who he might never know.

As he sobbed, Tuffnut never noticed a shadow appearing next to him until a thud resounded in the wood around him followed by a gust of wind against his face, sending snow everywhere. Brushing the snow off, the newly discovered prince looked up in surprise to find the two-headed beast he had encountered in the Moores…the Zippleback as he remembered his fairy…Elsa, explaining it.

The two heads lowered themselves as the mighty beast approached; twin pools of deep evergreen shining at him with concern as its bat-like wings folded neatly against its back. Without thinking, Tuffnut stood and wrapped his arms around both necks of the dragon as best he could, his tears anew as their appearance instantly brought back the memories of the Moores and Elsa.

The Zippleback growled softly as its two heads moved carefully to wrap around him in its effort to return the gesture and try to comfort him. For what it had been worth, feeling their warmth and the rumbles from their purr-like growls had done little good to calm him down, but the wind stopped its howling as the young prince whispered one sentence, "Take me to the castle…please."

With a deep rumble as the two necks pulled back from their embrace, before lowering down again, allowing the human to climb on whichever neck he chose. Tuffnut gave a small smile in gratitude, climbing on to one and clung onto it tight by the horns, heartache renewed as they flew away from the only home he ever knew.

In the kingdom, the storm was less pleasant than it was in the woods. Citizens were forced inside, windows boarded and from his war room window, Hans knew what it meant. With his son's birthday only a day away, he had little doubt Elsa was up to something. With the ironworkers nearly done with the project, he knew he would be ready when she came, it just a matter of waiting.

While talking with the Master of the Ironworks, Captain Gobber and his generals, debating how to catch Elsa by surprise, he was surprised by the doors opening. One of the soldiers spoke, "Pardon the intrusion, sire, but we found this urchin by the south gate with a winged-two-headed beast."

Now that got everyone's attention, even Hans, who just barely turned his head in acknowledgement. "A dragon?" He heard one of his generals' murmur. "Two heads?" Gobber questioned.

"And that's not the fun part," The soldier added, "He claims to be the prince."

Now that made Hans turn around to inspect the person claiming to be his son and what he found brought him great pause. The boy was certainly the right age with long white hair, Elsa's hair color, dressed poorly for the weather; but what got his attention and made him sure without a doubt who it was, was his eyes. He had seen those expressive pools of silver only once before and it made his heart seize.

Tuffnut took in the man the soldier addressed, tall, donned in a dark chainmail over a dark red dress-shirt with dark green trousers that disappeared into equally dark brown boots. What sold him was the crown nestled in a mop of deep red hair and the fur cape hanging from his shoulders; this was King Hans, his father, who wasn't dead, was standing just a few feet from him, alive and breathing.

He couldn't stop the smile that appeared on his face as he cried out, "Father!" Before he could realize what he was doing, he closed the distance before anyone could stop him and threw his arms around the king's torso in a hug, startling everyone else in the room, "It's me, Tuffnut!"

All was deathly silent every man's eyes (save of course Tuffnut's) were trained to the king, waiting anxiously for his reaction. No one dared act that way towards the monarch since Queen Heather died.

All Hans could do at the moment was stand there and breathe as he comprehended what was happening. This boy, this…boy with his wife's eyes was hugging him. His wife's eyes; this was his son. And as the boy chanced a peek up at him, he saw it for sure; this really was his son.

Warmth, relief and a feeling he thought he lost long ago bloomed anew in his chest as he, slowly, returned the hug watching his strength as not to crush him, but keeping it firm, partially afraid the boy would disappear again if he wasn't careful. His action brought shocked gasps from those around him, but he presently did no care.

Gently pushing the boy back so he could properly look at him, he could easily see the resemblance between them. The lad had his chin and he was quickly reminded of his wife as he looked into those eyes, even if a bit puffy and red, he could still see so much of Heather in them in was literally painful.

Tuffnut smiled up at him as his father brushed his bangs back a little before he finally spoke, voice so low and soft, it was barely above a whisper, "You have your mother's eyes…"

The teen felt tears welling anew, glad that he had something of her. His aun…guardians, always said he looked like his father, but now he knew he had something of his mother too. It made new questions swirl around in his mind; did his mother always have that reflective light in her eyes as she thought like Kristoff always said he had? Did they storm like a dark storm when she got angry like Ruffnut said his did?

However, something clicked in Hans' head: his son was here...without the fairies...before his birthday had come to an end.

Tuffnut was startled from his thoughts when Hans' expression suddenly twisted from awe, sorrow and warmth to something completely different. It was like he did an owl's 180 turn with his expression; dark, cold, angry...and boarder-lined madness.

"They brought you back too soon," Hans said his voice thick with dark anger not noticing how Tuffnut took a small step back, "I told those three idiots!"

Tuffnut felt his face scrunch up and snap at the older royal, "My aunties aren't idiots!"

The guards stepped back, one letting out a gasp that mirrored the utter shocked and stunned expressions every armored man wore, including Gobber. Hans didn't seem to hear him as he turned to one of the guards that had escorted the teen in and ordered, "Get him to his room and make sure he stays there!" Both nodded, getting over their shock, one took Tuffnut by the arm and began leading him out of the hall, but the white-blond teen looked back with wide, uncertain eyes as he heard the aging, possibly unstable king speak to the men around the table, "We need to be ready...Elsa's coming."

It didn't take long for the guards to get him to the room and they had pretty much threw him in, shutting and locking the door behind him. "Wait!" He shouted rushing and banging on the heavy, ornate door, "What about my friend?" But he got no answer whatsoever, making him huff out a heavy sigh before turning to inspect the room.

A fine collection of various different weapons, local and foreign, lined one wall, all well taken care of and gleaming beneath the lights. The tall, arched, narrow windows were framed with wine-red drapes decorated lightly with gold designs of swirls and leaves. The bed was draped with royal purple sheets with silver designs along the ends, the paler drapes pulled and held back with silvery ropes. The writing desk reminded Tuffnut of the one the town's magistrate used, just as heavy look, only fancier with wine-red lining on the seat and looked well-used and shelves were lined with various knickknacks and books. However, his focus was drawn to one particular detail. Sitting up on one wall, was a lovely oil-painting of a family portrait.

The father had dark auburn hair that hung over one shoulder in a braid and his silver eyes seemed to glow with wisdom and sparkle with happiness, dressed in the King's attire, a single muscled arm placed around a young woman with long, curly black hair and vibrant eyes of violet dressed lavishly in a simple scarlet gown, a royal cape draped lightly around her, giving her an elegant look as she smiled loving down at the final figure. This figure was a small girl with the same black hair as the woman dawned in a braid almost identical to the man with his silver eyes, smiling happily as she clutched his larger her hand in both her smaller ones, dressed brightly in a dress of teal and silver, the happiest expression he had ever seen on her face, she couldn't have been any older then nine.

Humming in thought as he continued to stare up at the faces, mesmerized by the happiness, the glint of light off metal made him squint and look down to find a plaque firmly welded in at the bottom of the golden, well-polished frame. Bending down a bit so he could see the reading, he murmured as he read it aloud, "King Dagur and Queen Camicazi with their seven-year-old daughter Princess Heather." It took a moment before something clicked in his head.

Wait, Princess Heather, Queen Heather. This was his mother when she was little! Meaning...these were his grandparents!

The burning pain that had dulled during the trip to the room returned with the memory that he would never meet any of them and he probably wouldn't get to know his father very well because of the clear distress fai-Elsa had put him through because of the curse. Tuffnut slowly and very carefully traced his mother's child-visage face, feeling tears prickle at his eyes as he tried to imagine how she would look all grown up to match King Hans. He had little doubt she wasn't beautiful and Hans had been right about one thing; he did have her eyes.

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As the sun dipped lower and lower beneath the mountain edge, barely peeking through the thick storm clouds as the blistering cold winds howled with sorrow through the silence and all the forest seemed to be in deep sleep. No animal was out, not one brave enough to face the blizzard.

"TUFFNUT!" Well, not exactly, none.

Another voice joined the call, "TUFFNUT!"

Astrid joined her sister's call, cupping both hands around her mouth to amplify her voice, hoping to be heard over the howls of the wind, "TUFFNUT, PLEASE, ANSWER US!"

All three sisters were bundled up in the thick fur coats and matching hats the boy had gotten them for their birthdays, trudging as best they could against the powerful wind and blinding gales of snow, hoping to find him. So far they weren't having any luck and it made them worry that he went back to the castle to reunite with his long-lost father.

"I'm worried," Anna spoke up, loud enough for her sisters to hear her over the wind as she held onto her green furred hat, "What if he's hurt? Or just can't hear us?"

Ruffnut sniffled as the cold seeped through the thickness of her orange and brown coat, "Or worse, went to the castle, I know its what I'd do."

"I guess it would be logical," Astrid sighed knowing this was all her fault for her stupid slip, "I just hope Elsa doesn't take advantage of this." The thought made all three pixies gulp and shiver, before resuming their calls, hoping they were wrong.

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In town, every citizen was hurrying with food, clothes and wood, boarding up their windows and doors as they were pelted with the worse blizzard they've ever seen. Children cried in fear of the banging and howling of the wind, shivering along with their parents for warmth. Curtains were pulled down to make more blankets and people didn't venture far into the streets in fear of slipping on ice. Even the most happy of the town feared the worse.

From his own bedroom window, Hans could only watch with hard, dark and angry eyes as the storm trapped his people within their own homes like animals and his hatred towards Elsa only grew, unaware that it was his son causing this unnatural storm, not the snow fae.

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As the sun struggled to peer through the thick storm clouds of the near endless blizzard as three blurs of color streaked through the gales, dodging the falling snow with practiced ease. As these blurs, one green, one blue and one purple, flew, one female, high-pitched voice sliced through the silence like a knife through butter as she all but screamed with glee, "ITS SO GOOD TO BE SMALL AGAIN!"

"Isn't it?" Anna asked Ruffnut in response as the younger blonde had been the screamer as she twirled, so happy to have her wings back. As happy as she was to be back to normal, Anna had to momentarily wonder how Kristoff would react to her true form and how a relationship would bloom between them if she went back to her life as a pixie.

Dressed in winter gear with protective spells on their wings to keep them from freezing and breaking, the girls were flying as quick as possible towards the castle. Hopefully, they could get there before sun down, but the heavy snowfall was making it difficult and without someone constantly watching Tuffnut, all three pixies feared the worst.

Ruffnut turned to fly on her back so she could admire her now tiny furred boots as she squealed loudly, "Look at my feet! Ooh! I love my tiny little feet!"

Astrid barely kept herself from groaning as she rolled her eyes, looking back to snap at them, "Pay attention! We've got to find Tuff!" That helped the two younger of the trio refocus in time to avoid in-coming snowflakes as their sister fretted, "Oh, the king is going to have our heads!" The thought made all three shudder.

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It was quiet early in the morning when young Princess Hicca was startled awake by a jolt to her side and a loud cry from her horse. With a startled snort, she shot up from her bedroll, looking around wildly, half-asleep as she took in the walls of the cave they had found when the blizzard (which had literally came out of nowhere) started. As damp as it was, it was warmer then outside and it disturbed her how well Toothless blended with the darkness around them save for his cat-like green eyes.

Wondering what woke her up, Hicca rubbed her eyes before a pair of shoes caught her attend. Shoes that shone in the dim embers like crystals. Eyes wondering upward as she finally registered what she was looking at, she found the owner of these unique shoes to be a woman just a ways little older then herself. A beautiful woman, who Hicca could easily mistake for a winter spirit for fae for her pale complexion, which also shone in the dim fire light dressed elegantly in a white, figure-flattering dress that was full-length with snow-colored lace, if it weren't for the fact she lacked the wings of a fae, but held sparkling, ice-like horns atop her white-colored head, said white hair was donned in a simple braid decorated with shimmering snowflake clips that matched her eyes. Hicca shivered beneath the stare of those impossibly cold ice-colored eyes, colder and just as indifferent as the storm that still raged outside. Clutched in one hand was a tall, ice scepter with a dark orb in its clutches that seemed to glow by itself, casting a dark light on the woman's impassive face, adding to her intimetadting

'Wait,' Hicca thought as something clicked in her head, 'White hair...Tuffnut!' She instantly stood, stumbling a bit from still being a little muddled with sleep, she glared at the distinct sound of Toothless' laugh, which made her mutter darkly, "Oh shut it, you useless equestrian." Which of course, raised an eyebrow from Elsa.

Hicca immediately paled, fearing the woman thought she meant her and quickly said, "Not talking to you! I, well, him," She point weakly at her still chuckling horse, "You really just...came out of nowhere, um...yeah...and...ugh..." She smiled weakly as she asked, "Are you Tuffnut's aunt?"

Elsa said nothing but held up her hand as the gentle, misty waves of her spelling spell swirled above her palm. All Hicca had time to do was utter a confused, yet startled, "Huh-!" Before the fairy blew the silvery dust in her face and it all went black for the young princess.

Toothless let out a startled whiny as his mistress fell backwards as her eyes lolled into her head after the fae blew that strange magic into the royal girl's face, but sagged a little in relief when that dust spread around the girl, lifting into the air as she slept peacefully, hair and gown wisping around her elegantly. He levelled the fairy with his best glare, which didn't seem to faze her one bit.

"Oh don't give me that," She chided, "I didn't turn her into an icicle, now did I?" The pure black stallion just snorted, even if she did have a point.

But taking a good look at the steed made her realize a small problem in her plan, which she voiced idly, lips pursed, "I'm going to need a horse." She looked around for an idea when her gaze fell on Kristoff, who was in raven form, perched innocently on a rock, preening his wing. She then remembered his words from before, "Go ahead, change me into a bird or a wolf or a dog or a worm or whatever the hell you, I really don't care anymore." Remembering them gave her an idea that caused a small, mischievous smile to grow on her face. He did say whatever she wanted...

Feeling eyes on him, Kristoff finally looked up from his preening to see Elsa looking at him and it was that look that usually meant she was thinking something he really wasn't going to like. Glancing around to make sure she was looking at him and not something else, he looked at her and squawked his version of 'what?' as Toothless watched the interact curiously.

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Meanwhile, within his new room, Tuffnut was furiously pacing, having nothing better to do as his mind finally wondered away from his questions of his newly discovered family to ones about his old one. He really hoped his aunts were okay, he knew Anna was probably sick with worry and Ruffnut was probably going to beat him over the head with the rolling pin once she got her hands on him, but what did they expect him to do after they told him the truth? And Kristoff, Tuffnut wasn't entirely sure what to think of him, surely the man had know of what Elsa had done when he was a baby, but logic prevented the teen from getting truly angry or upset, since he doubted there wasn't much the older blonde could do to stop fair-Elsa (he really had to stop doing that) without getting frozen, though it did little to snub the burn of betrayal he felt. His mind also wondered over Hicca, wishing he could see her again though he doubted it.

And of course, his mind wondered over to a certain winter fairy and Tuffnut's mind (and emotions) spiralled even further into turmoil. He didn't know to begin in his thoughts of the woman he had come so close to calling 'mother'. He couldn't even begin to try and describe how much the truth hurt, to know the woman who taught him how to control his curse was the same person who gave to him in the first place as well as being the reason he grew up his whole life without parents. It also fed how betrayed he felt that she had done this and had no heart to tell him during the time she trained him to master the magic she past on to him.

As these reminders burned into his head, memories of the fairy began to unwilling play in his mind's eyes, flashing before his real ones; how they first met in the woods when he just a toddler, how they met again within the nightly, cold beauty of the Moores, the snowball fight, their training/bonding moments; it all came back to him one after one. And all it did was increase the already unbearable and searing pain in his chest to the point he honestly thought his heart was going to explode as the cold-sting of tears trailed slowly down his cheeks and he fell to his knees.

As he sat on his knees, silently crying as he tormented himself, Tuffnut never noticed the furious storm brewing even harder then before outside in time with his growing emotions nor did he noticed the ice growing out from beneath him across the floor as it started to softly sprinkle within the room. Hands clenching, Tuffnut didn't either didn't hear or just ignored the crackling of ice as it slowly crawled up the walls, threatening to encase everything it touched; the weapons, the desk, the bed, even the potted plants and tapestries, and the family portrait.

But just as the ice started to prickle at the ends of the tapestries and the bottom of the painting's frame, faint, near incoherent voices suddenly sounded over the crackling of ice and the howls of wind. Tuffnut's head snapped up with a gasp of startled-surprise as the ice stopped its ascend and its master looked around to find the source of this sudden noise.

Sniffling as he rubbed at his tear-stained cheek, Tuffnut slowly stood and began to walk around, trying to find the source of the voices as the wind calmed oh so slightly. "Hello?" He called hesitantly, mental praying mental illness didn't get to him as well as the ice slowly receded from the wall.

He soon followed the voices to one of the lower tapestries where he pulled the silk back to find the carvings of a hidden door and pressed his ear against it despite how silly he felt when the voices suddenly stopped. He waited patiently with baited breath for some kind of sound when a dark voice suddenly hissed through the marble wall, "Tuffnut..." It was like a dark coo, almost a song sort of tone, sickly sweet with adoration and promise. Promise of what, Tuffnut didn't know, but it had him at his most curious and felt the strangest pull to follow it.

"Hello!" Tuffnut called desperately looking for a way to open it, but found nothing, no knob, no handle, nothing, "Hello! Is anyone there? Hello!"

He nearly stumbled forward into a maid when she opened the door, the handle having been on her side and she barely had time to yelp in surprise when the newly found prince barreled past her into the winding tunnels of the servants' main corridors. "You're Highness, wait!" The maid cried after but he was already turning a corner and gone when she started to step forward, one looking into the ice-floored room was enough to worry the maid into following, despite his head start.

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Galloping out of the woods through the thick blankets of snow towards the city and castle was a tall, proud and no doubt powerful reindeer buck. Thick, powerful and deadly looking antlers adorned his head, nestling the patch of blonde color fur and his familiar, dark brown eyes burned with both determination and annoyance as he pounded his way through the vicious blizzard. Sitting on his face was an equally determined expression was Elsa, Toothless galloped next to Kristoff, impressed with the other male's ability to trudge through the thick snow and how quick he got used to his new form, and lying on the saddle was Hicca, who was still under Elsa's spell, just no longer floating and was glowing golden from another of Elsa's spell to protect the poorly dressed girl from the cold.

"Faster, Kristoff," Elsa urged as she had to squint to see the silhouette of the castle against the dark clouds of the storm, it disturbed her how Tuffnut's emotions alone were creating a storm unlike any other she had ever seen and with her special sight, she could see through them to see the sun setting, "We must go faster." Kristoff just grunted and tried to will himself to go faster.

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After descending the second set of stairs in his pursuit of the strange, but alluring voice, Tuffnut finally paused to catch his breath and shiver as the heat of the room ran through his body. Fai-Elsa always said their cores were what kept them from overheating in times of great heat and it took him a while to figure out what she had meant by it and was now glad for it, this heat would've turn him into a puddle by now.

Taking a good look around the room he found why, it was the laundry room. All around maids were bustling about, washing, mending, hanging to dry, gossiping about and they didn't seem to notice him yet, not that he was about to complain.

But then, he heard it again, "Tuffnut..." That voice called out to him again and he blindly followed, startling the maids as he rushed by, pushing the sheets out of his way, freezing them with his touch and his steps caused water trails to freeze and the ice slowly wound its way to the large pool where the washing was being done, causing the maids the shriek, but he never noticed.

He followed it down one last stairwell, which lead to a hall that was nearly pitch black from the lack of light. Cupping his hands, he summoned a tiny sparkle of shining ice crystals, the energy radiating from them casted a pale blue light across the area he stood in, allowing him to see better. All around was granite stone, the ceiling, the walls, the floor, it was all a dark, dull, depressing dark, almost black shade of grey, chains clinked in a small breeze and a small layer of dirt coat the floor. If anything, the light just made the place look even more depressing.

Figuring it was the dungeon, Tuffnut started forward, shifting the light to one hand to feel his way around, when he noticed something on his hand. Bringing it closer to his face, he found his index finger was pulsing slightly and it suddenly felt irritating, almost like an itch. But his attention was diverted upon hearing his name called once more, "Tuffnut..."

Without hesitation, he followed, the light acting as a signal for the very nervous maid that started to enter just as the prince started walking down another hall. Tuffnut stopped at a tall, heavy-looking metal door and felt the strangest urge to go in and it took a bit of effort, but once he got it open, Tuffnut felt his mouth fall open as he took in the sight that had been locked within the room, the energy in his hand sputtering out from his shock.

Hundreds, maybe thousands upon thousands of spinning-wheels were all stacked up upon each other in mounds all through out the room, each one just as burn, ruined and splintered beyond repair as the one before and the next and the further Tuffnut walked into the room, the more respect he felt towards his parents and the more he wanted to truly know them. They had to have loved him, you didn't love a child if you weren't willing to not just take every spinning wheel in your country, burn them and lock them a way, but also give the child up.

As he walked further into the room, Tuffnut started to feel strange. His body suddenly felt light and it felt like it was moving on its own as his vision started to get misty. As Tuffnut walked on, dark blue magic seeped out of his fingers reaching out like tentacles over the mounds, picking apart pieces from different wheels and as the teen got closer to the middle of the room, the magic slowly put the pieces together into a spinning wheel, before circling it and the wood became as good as new and the metal spindle gleam and shone in the candle light like it was never destroyed, and Tuffnut became entranced with it, his heart beat started to race.

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Elsa gripped Kristoff's fur tight as her own heart started to speed up and the sun started to touch the mountain peeks. Dread started to build up in her.

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Tuffnut himself wasn't entirely sure what was going on as his sight seemed to zero-in on the wheel or more pacifically, the spindle, but he just knew he had to touch the smooth, shiny metal if just to know if it was as smooth as it looked. And before Tuffnut realized it, his arm was up and his hand out to touch it.

As he inched closer, a voice started to speak in his head, he recognized it as Elsa, he just didn't remember when he heard her say this phrase, "He will prick his finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel..." Prick his finger? Why would he prick his finger? "Before the sun sets on his sixteenth birthday..."

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Elsa was hearing it too as they galloped on, no where close to the castle and it only made the dread and horror inside of her grow to an un-imaginable point, "And fall into a sleep like death..."

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Sleep like...Tuffnut's mind could just barely register the words as his hand lowered toward the spindle and barely seemed to notice the small sting as the tip of his finger pressed onto the tip of the spindle.

"No power on earth can break it...a sleep like death."

A single drop of blood trickled down the spindle as Tuffnut's eyes rolled back into his head and he fall to the ground.

At the same time, Kristoff reared in surprise when Elsa suddenly jolted as if punched in the stomach and it honestly felt like the wind had been knocked out of her, but she knew better. Despite wishing she was wrong, she knew exactly what had happened; her curse had been completed.

Toothless looked at the two curiously, but all Elsa could say was, "Its done..." The ice fae allowed herself to fall against the powerful neck, startling the bird-turned-to many creatures to count once more, but made Kristoff's eyes widened further was the sensation of ice cold tear soaking into his fur as he felt Elsa shake against his neck: she was crying.

It took a moment for Kristoff to realize what happened and he felt his as if she had turned his heart to ice and broke it into pieces. His Tuffnut, his sweet, loving, adventurous little nephew...was under the spell. Tears fell from Kristoff's eyes as well as he let out a mourning cry.

And within the dark dungeon, when the maid finally found her new found prince, she fell to her knees next to him and cried as well and as she did, she never noticed the blue tinge growing on his lips as his breath slowed.


Oh no, poor Tuffnut! Poor Elsa! Poor Kristoff!...poor Hicca too now that I think on it;)! Lol, I can just imagine her, slung across Toothless back, fast asleep! I know its bad to laughter after that ending, but c'mon, her meeting Elsa was just that funny!

And Kristoff's new form! I thought about just making him a golden horse for the sake of the Maleficent movie, but I thought it might be a cool way of giving Sven a spot in the show, even if just in cameo (short of), let me know what you guys think.

Also, not a bad job on the little father/son reunion, so-to-speak and our bumbling trio. I'm still deciding wheather this is Anna/Kristoff or Elsa/Kristoff...if I wasn't so sure it would be two-timing or selfish I'd let him have both!

I'm thinking of giving Toothless his dragon form in the fight scene along with Kristoff, let me know what you guys think.

Anyways, on to the reviews!

First off, to my ever lovely and faithful viewer pokeyoftheshadows now : first I want to say, nice name change, as unexpected as it is, its really nice. In fact, I call it lovely. Second of all, sorry (not really) but I'm staying true to Maleficent remember? If your crying over this, you must've been hysterical during the actual movie, not to be mean or anything. Anyways, I'm sorry, but someone must do this job, even if it hurts someone and yeah, poor them, feel even worse for them now. And I'm glad you like Hicca...I get the feeling I lost some viewers picking her, but still, I think she gives the story a little something, if you know what I mean, and I'm glad you like them together so much. As for the grammer, thanks, I really need to get a co-writer! As for the trio, yeah, I can see them to;)! LOL! And to be honest, that was my favorite part too, hope this chapter gives you chills!

And of course, to the also faithful, Sammael29: I'm glad you like her, I think its a good twist too, plus I find undeniably adorable! Common they're cute together! Not enough stories of them! I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations and I'm looking forward to more of that story, so ya better update it! And don't worry, it'd take the FBI to make me stop writing...and I'm serious on that.

Now, on to my little poll:

The Cinderella movie is up to 4,

Jack the Giant Slayer is right behind in 2,

With Hansel and Gretel Witch Hunters in third with only 1 vote,

And Inside Out is in the dust with zero, personally, I've been thinking of changing it to something of a Viking or Dragon version of the Lion King or Beauty and the Beast, let me know what you guys think.

Wow, that was a lot to type, anyways, please review and vote, until next time!