The two Queens approached the chamber door slowly, continuing to converse in low tones. Elsa noted that the Wolf Kind doctor, Raehn was standing in the corridor, talking to Anna.

"If you don't drink it, your morning sickness with continue, until it stops of it's own accord."

Anna protested, "But it tastes horrible!"

Raehn shrugged, "Then deal with the nausea, it's up to you."

Anna pouted for a moment before noticing the new arrivals. She bowed slightly, "Your Majesties."

The two Queens nodded and Magdalena spoke, "You really should just drink it, child. Add a teaspoon of honey. It helps, a little."

Raehn grunted, "And reduces the overall effectiveness."

The Night Queen chuckled and addressed the doctor, "So, how is he?"

Raehn's face became impassive, as he looked first to the two Queens and then to Anna, but he remained silent. Elsa waited a few seconds before speaking, "Anna, could you excuse us for a moment? Please?"

The princess opened her mouth to protest, but at Elsa's quiet pleading eyes, curtsied and walked away. As she rounded the corner, Magda finally spoke. "He's like the others, isn't he?"

Raehn nodded, "I've never seen anything like this, your Majesty. It's as if the wounds heal, and then re-open instantly. Ragnar's been affected as well, although his was basically nothing more than a scratch. However, I'm afraid it appears the Prince has the worst wounds of any of the survivors."

Elsa looked at him in confusion, "He's not healing? At all?! Who...what did this to him. And, what do you mean, survivors?"

The Night Queen rested a hand on her shoulder, "Is he awake?" she asked Raehn.

He nodded, "It would appear that although his battle wounds are not healing, he has recovered from his over exertion, thanks to Queen Elsa's ministrations."

Elsa let a small smile creep to her lips, and Madga squeezed her shoulder, "Then we have that victory at least. Let us see if we can win another."

Naeil grimaced strangely and looked over as the door opened. "Elsa," he grunted, "I told you to go get some sleep. Raehn can look after me for..." He trailed off as the second woman entered the room. "Mother? What are you doing here?"

"Wondering how my son can be so cruel to his own wife."

Naeil grimaced again, "I'm...I didn't mean...what have you told her, mother?"

Magda shrugged, "Far more than you have, apparently. Your wife merely wishes to help you. Why would you deny her? Why do you continue to resist who and what you are? Elsa has told me that she's accepted you fully, don't you think it's time for you to do the same?"

Naeil sighed, and looked at Elsa. "I love you, Elsa. That is why I don't want to...damn it Elsa, I'm afraid I'll kill you!"

The two queens looked at him in silence.

"That is rather unlikely," said Magdalena flatly. "However, if you are so worried, I can ensure that you don't."

Naeil grimaced again, "Why does it have to be..."

Elsa stepped forward, "Because it does, Naeil! I love you, I'm your mate, I'm your Wife!"

Naeil actually tried to retreat back into the pillow as Elsa closed in, "Do you not understand? I want this. I want to help you. Would you deny me this?"

She crawled onto the bed and leaned in close, kissing him and grabbing his hand with her own, squeezing.

"For better or for worse, in sickness and in health," she whispered to him.

He looked into her eyes, and felt his heart quicken as it always did when he lost himself in her gaze. She sat back, guiding his fingers to the bandage wrapping her lower hand. They stared at each other in silence, as he slowly unwrapped the cloth. Feeling the wrapping come free, he forced himself to look down and gaze upon the red wound across her pale skin. He hated this, she'd injured herself to help him, willingly marred her own flawless skin for his sake. He would fix that, he would repay her and more, even if it killed him. He closed his eyes, and lifted her hand to his mouth.

He felt the wave of emotions pass over him, threatening to send him tumbling into the abyss. He was there, decades ago, as his beloved Elsa lay in her bed, trying to sleep, her sister proclaiming she couldn't sleep and then whispering, "Do you want to build a snowman?" He felt the joy of their innocent play, and the fear and sorrow of the accident. He stood in the corner alone with her, as her parents tried desperately to teach her how to control her emotions. His heart broke alongside hers as the sister's separation stretched through the years. Her frustration at her apparent inability to reign in her powers. Then it happened, she ran...and it brought a smile to his lips at the memory. She ran into the woods, and the local wolves hunted her. Elsa fell, and without thinking he stepped forward, only to see a young boy of 16 emerge from the woods. "Hello," the boy said.

She looked up at him, and he felt a sudden surge of emotions around him, and Naeil finally truly realized what had happened between them on that night. Both running from themselves, and finding each other. The boy turned and faced the wolves emerging from the forest into the clearing. "Why are you doing this?" she asked him.

He smiled and looked back at her, "Because it's the right thing to do." Because I realized I loved you the second I saw you. Maybe in the silly, childish way any teenage boy does, but I still did love you. I would have done anything for you.

The boy suddenly let his wolf ears perk up, and a tail thrashed beneath his cloak. Naeil inwardly grimaced. I did fully display in front of her that night. That's sort of embarrassing to know.

The girl's expression was a mixture of awe and fear, as the younger Naeil threw his head back and howled, sending the wolves away. She looked away from him, and he had taken that moment to dash into the woods himself. He didn't want her to see the 4 Wulfen that still crouched in the woods chase him for one, and he had heard the voices coming from the woods. He saw the figure that he knew to be Elsa and Anna's father emerge.

"Elsa! Oh thank heavens you're alive. What do you think you're doing? Running away won't solve anything, Elsa. Your mother is worried sick!"

"Papa...I saw a Wolf Kind, just like in the stories! He saved me."

The King shook his head, "Now now, Elsa. You're in enough trouble already, and you're a little old to be making up stories like that."

He felt a pang of regret, realizing the loneliness he'd caused her upon his disappearance, the frustration that no one believed her. He saw time move forward, wished he could have been there to comfort her over the death of her parents. He watched with pride as she accepted her crown, in spite of the fear of discovery of her powers. He wanted to stop her from running as Arendelle froze, but danced and sang along with her as she built her Ice Palace. Her life and feelings were laid bare to him, and he realized how truly marvelous the woman he loved was. As she leaned in to kiss him before he left for Yoitsu, he smiled and bathed in the warmth of the memory. Suddenly he gasped in pain as his sides burned. Elsa morphed before him, turning into the Moon Hunting Bear. A heart beat pounded in Naiel's ears and he heard Elsa's voice cry out.

His eyes popped open and he recoiled from Elsa, "I'm sorry!" he gasped, knowing that he must have injured her. When he finally forced himself to look at her, terrified to see what he had wrought upon her, he became confused. Aside from her hand, which now barely had any marks upon it, thanks to the chemicals in his saliva that were part of his vampiric birthright, she bore no visible injuries. What he did notice was that she was sweating, her breath rapid, and her face was flushed. She was looking back at him with an expression of concern.

"It's okay, Naeil," she said softly, in between her breaths. "I'm, I'm fine. That was...different."

Madga was there suddenly, "They didn't close."

Elsa gasped as she realized the bandages on Naeil's torso were soaked with blood. Naeil fell back upon the bed, "Mother? What is happening to me?" he asked, his voice betraying his fear.

The Night Queen's calm demeanor slipped slightly, "I don't know, child."