Early in the morning, Elsa decided to have stroll in the garden when the sky was still asleep. She was worrying over something, something that had been hidden from her daughter.

The garden was silent, the grass was damp and mist had filled in the air, making it difficult to see through distance.

She lay out her hand and a wisp of snow flurries shot out and disappeared into the fog. She tried to grab it but it slipped through her hand. She gazed at the cobalt blue firmament, perplexed and worried.

Then, a blast of cold air blew onto her face and the stray locks of bangs fluttered and crept onto her face. Briskly, she tucked her bangs behind her ears and rubbed her eyes, trying to get away from the annoying ticklish feeling made by her hair.

"You'll get cold." Erik put on a cape on her, and embraced her tightly.

"You must have forgotten that I have immunity against coldness."

"But not against loneliness."

Erik laid his head on her shoulder, and the two stood in the mist, enjoying the tranquil atmosphere.

"Why don't you go back to sleep?" Erik whispered.

"I can't."

"What have bothered my queen for so many nights?"

"I just…I feel that there will be harm done to our country if…if he stays any longer."

"He…" Erik muttered. "But he's one of our largest trade partners. There's no way to drive him out of our country."

"But he's bringing in more disaster, first is Estelle getting hurt…then it might be you…I don't know what to do."

"Relax—"

"How can I relax? What can I do if you and Estelle are hurt? What if I am left alone?"

"I'll never leave you."

"But he will make you leave me!" Elsa wailed desperately. "What power do you have to stop him from doing so? The only way is to make him get out of Arendelle."

"I know, Elsa. I know. But we cannot do that so impulsively, I will ask him to go soon, but not now."

"Promise me to do so as soon as possible. He is driving me mad."

"I will." The words were stern and heavy, full of considerations and affections.

The sun rose gradually, clearing out the mist and the bright beams shot at the garden. At once, the trees and grasses were awakened, the flowers bloomed with vibrancy, bringing in colours and live to the castle. Elsa rested her head on his shoulder, smiling with ease and comfort.

Estelle crept out of her room carefully in order not to alert the servants. She tip-toed to the third floor and turned left, heading to where his room would be. Cautiously, she knocked at the door, and she entered.

"Estelle!" Jonas grinned with surprise. "But does your mother know—"

"No." Estelle shook her head. "She will punish me if she knows. I'm not going to risk it."

"So, can you show me the….do the magic?"

"Of course." Estelle nodded eagerly. "Unless you're afraid."

"Afraid?" Jonas chuckled. "Only girls get afraid."

"Boys do too."

Estelle concentrated hard on her palm and a vague snowball appeared. She tossed it and sparkles flew cross the room.

"It's amazing!" Jonas gasped. "I reckon my dad does something like this too."

"Your papa can do magic too?" Estelle stared at Jonas, astonished.

"I think so. He is sometimes funny, I can't explain how." Jonas tried his best to elaborate. "He hides in his room, and there's some red smoke popping out from his room. You can see the smoke coming out from his study door."

"Smoke?" Estelle frowned, unbelieving what he said. "Does he set fire in his study?"

"No." He shook his head. "But I've never seen what exactly happened. At least Dad never performs it in front of me, so I guess he's just playing with some chemicals or stuff like that."

"Mama knows magic more than me. She controls power better than me and summon heavy blizzards and avalanches."

"Wow!" Jonas exclaimed. "That's more than magician, it's more like Chione."

"What's that?"

"Goddess of snow in Greek."

Estelle flushed, she did not realize that her heartbeat was racing like a startled fawn, completely disoriented and dazed. She licked her lips and smiled, trying to cover her confusion and embarrassment.

"You'd better go. Or else your mom will punish you." Jonas reminded.

"Oh, right. Erm…bye." Estelle quickly sneaked off.

"I need a plan…a flawless story that can lead to my success." He whispered. "Oh yes, there's one…But I need their cooperation…and that's more than a piece of cake."

Henrik walked around his room and shot a fireball into the fire place. The wood cracked as the flame gnawed their brittle body. The hissing was like screeching with agony and excruciation. But they weren't in his consideration and attention. All he could hear was his own sniggers and chuckles.

"The brain can be persuaded, and she's the perfect start of the game."

He cracked his knuckles and cackled like a crow.

"Arendelle…you're mine."

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