A/N: Alright, alright. I know a lot of you weren't happy with how short the last chapter was, but just relax! This chapter is more than 50% longer, so hopefully that can make up for it! But in any case, this chapter has a lot of new information, so pay attention!

Disclaimer: You know, I'm pretty sure that if I owned Frozen, I wouldn't be here right now.

The next morning, Johan got word from a servant that the detective had arrived. He made his way to the sitting room, where he found Leah talking to a tall, middle-aged man.

"Good morning," the prince said. "You are the detective, I presume?"

"Yes, sir," the man said, shaking his hand. "I am Agent William Olsen."

"Prince Johan," he replied. "I trust you know why you're here?"

"Yes," Agent Olsen replied. "King Magnus told me all about the incident with Mr. Jacobsen. I am very sorry to hear of your friend's betrayal."

Johan mentally groaned. "Thank you, but the entire reason you're here is because I don't believe it was him. I believe that it had to have been someone else, and I need your help to prove that."

The detective seemed a bit taken aback, but he nodded. "Very well, then," he said. "We'll have to start by figuring out more about Mr. Jacobsen and figure out just where he fits into this. Now, Mr. Jacobsen was in the guard, correct?"

"Yes," Johan confirmed.

"All guards had to receive a background check before their enlistment, yes?"

"Yes, sir."

"Are these files kept on record?"

"Yes, sir," Johan replied. "Would you like me to get someone to fetch his files for you?" The detective nodded, and Johan turned to a nearby guard. "Would you get the captain to send Noah Jacobsen's background files here for us, please?" The guard nodded and hurried out of the room. Johan then turned to a servant. "And you, would you bring some tea for Princess Leah, Agent Olsen, and I?"

"Yes, sir," he replied before hurrying out in the same fashion as the guard.

As a dead silence fell over them, the detective took the opportunity to voice his concerns.

"Sir?" he said to the prince. "There is one thing I don't understand. We now know this family from the legends to be the Jacobsen family, and we know that Noah Jacobsen is the cursed member of his generation. We also know that the man that attacked Queen Elsa was indeed a mind manipulator. I guess, what I wonder is, if it were not him, then who?"

"Perhaps the cursed member of an earlier generation?" Leah, who had been quiet until then, suggested.

"But I thought he was an orphan," Agent Olsen said.

"He ran away because his father was abusive," Johan explained. "After his mother died, his father beat him, and Noah fled to the streets, where he was found by Princess Julie and me. We brought him here, and once we got him to tell us what happened to him, our parents sent guards out to find his father, but he had fled. Seeing as he had nowhere to go, we took him in as a servant. But his father was never found, so there's a good chance he's still out there."

Agent Olsen nodded as the servant returned and placed the tea tray on the coffee table in between them. Before long, the guard had also returned with Noah's files, and the three of them began rummaging through the papers.

"We need to compile a list of his family, closest relatives first," the detective instructed.

"Doesn't look like there's much here," Leah said, looking at the papers on the table. "I see the names of his father, mother, and that's it."

"Perhaps we need to research his father," Johan suggested. "After all, he would be a mind manipulator, too, and if we were to find him we would almost certainly get some answers." Johan thought about how carefully he had worded that. He didn't want to outright state that he thought Noah's father was behind all this.

"I'll go into town and try to find out more from the people that used to know the family," Agent Olsen said. "I'll report back as soon as I find out something."

"Wait," Leah said, as he began to walk toward the door. "We should come with you."

"What?" the detective laughed. "That is not necessary, Your Highness. I do this for a living; I can find the information we need myself."

"I have no doubt of that," Johan said, sanding and facing the man. "But we are curious ourselves, and we would like to go with you."

Agent Olsen shrugged. "Alright, then."

.:.^*^.:.

In town, the trio was able to learn more about the family from the local blacksmith who seemed to have known Noah's father quite well. He told them that Gustav Jacobsen was originally from the nearby kingdom of Norup, and had moved to Landvik in his twenties. He met a woman named Margret, whom he married, and eventually had six children with. The blacksmith had noted that they did not seem to be a very happy family, and the children didn't leave the house much without their father. Then, one day, the entire family disappeared. News had spread quickly that Margret had been murdered, Noah had been taken in by the castle, and the rest of the family had fled the kingdom.

"Do you have any idea where they might have gone?" Agent Olsen asked the blacksmith.

"I don't know," the blacksmith replied, "but if I had to wager a guess, it's possible they returned to Norup."

"Did he have other family there?"

"I'm not sure."

The trio glanced at each other, pondering their next move. An idea suddenly hit Johan.

"Perhaps we could find something in their old house that could help us?" he suggested. He turned to the blacksmith. "Do you know who lives in their house now?"

The blacksmith hesitated before answering. "No one," he replied. "It's- it's been abandoned since the Jacobsens left."

.:.^*^.:.

Johan, Leah, and Agent Olsen looked in shock at the empty house in front of them. It reminded Johan of the stories he used to read about ghosts and haunted houses. It was just creepy in the fact that it looked like a normal house, but there was just no one around.

Cautiously, they entered the old house, and they gasped when they found that everything had been left the same from when the Jacobsens were there. All the furniture was still there, there were Christmas decorations up, and there were portraits on the walls covered in cobwebs.

The three immediately took notice of the portrait that hung immediately inside the door. It was a painting of the family as it had been not long before the incident. Gustav and Margret stood in their best clothes with all of their six children: Noah, a boy who seemed to be about four or five, a boy slightly younger than him, and three baby girls who appeared to be triplets.

They split up to explore the house and search for evidence. Leah picture told a story, and the story that this house displayed broke her heart. She walked up the stairs and entered the first room. The walls sported pink and white wallpaper, and standing side-by-side were three baby cribs. On the wall, above each crib, hung small wooden signs with names carved into them, those names being Aurora, Astrid, and Amalie.

In all three cribs, the blankets were thrown and tossed. However, in Amelie's crib, there was a small, fabric doll that looked like it had been thrown, drooled on, and really, really loved. Leah picked up the doll and hugged it to her chest, thinking of what horrible lives these baby girls had probably come to know.

Down the hallway, Johan stood in a room painted dark blue that had one single bed and a set of bunk beds. Unlike the girls' room, there weren't fancy signs showing whose bed was whose. Instead, the names had just been sloppily carved into the bed frames with some sort of a blade. The top bunk was Noah, the bottom bunk was Daniel, and the single bed was Sebastian.

At the foot of Sebastian's bed was a box with toy soldiers and any other toy a three year old might have. Turning to Daniel's bed, Johan's heart skipped a beat when he saw what looked like a French pistol on the side of the pillow. It was only when he picked it up that he realized that it wasn't real, rather it was just a wooden mock-up. But it still worried him that this boy would be interested in such weapons at such a young age.

Finally, Johan climbed up to the top bunk, Noah's bed. He was surprised to find that the sheets were not as tossed as the ones on the other bed. There were no toys to be found on his bed, and the sheets looked a lot less dirty. Johan could see that something was under the pillow, and he pulled out a small, leather-backed book. He opened the front cover, and a small note fell out onto the bed. Johan picked it up and read it:

1 December, 1825

Happy birthday to my dear son Noah! If you ever have any thoughts that you want to remember but don't want anyone to know about, you can write it all in here. Love, Mama.

Turning the page, Johan found what he immediately realized was the only entry in the diary, in sloppy, eight-year-old handwriting:

23 December, 1825

Dear diary,

I'm leaving. Tonight.

.:.^*^.:.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Agent Olsen was scoping out the living room, where the Christmas ornaments had fallen off the dead tree and shattered on the floor. He examined the bloody knife on the floor, and realized that it was the knife that had killed Margret Jacobsen. It didn't prove that Noah was innocent in any way, but it did show that Gustav Jacobsen had some explaining to do, if nothing else.

"Hey, guys?" Leah called from somewhere. "I think I found something that might help."

The detective and the prince both found her in a matter of minutes. She was in the study looking at a letter on the desk.

"Take a look at this," she said, turning it so they could read it:

14 January, 1825

My dear brother Gustav,

I'm glad to hear that the triplets were delivered safely. My wife recently found out she is pregnant again as well. They think it may be twins, too! That would be a handful with the two children we have already, but we enjoy it, and we are still going to be far from done. We have always said we would have a lot of children, and we plan to! It's good to hear that you intend to go on with your plans in Landvik. Father would be proud. Just remember that if you ever need help, I'm always available. Good luck with everything, and I hope to hear from you again soon.

Your baby brother,

Aksel

Johan looked at Leah and then back to the paper. "Well," he said, "we know that they like big families, but how does this help us?"

"Well, that doesn't, but chances are when Gustav had to leave Landvik because of Noah, he probably went to seek out help from his brother," Leah said.

"That is possible," Agent Olsen agreed. "But where would they be?"

"The return address on the envelope is from Norup," Leah said.

"But don't you think they might have left when he showed up?" The detective said. "They might have thought that the Landvik authorities would be likely to search for him there."

"No," Johan argued. "Our authorities would not have legally been able to search another kingdom for him. We would have been invading, and that would have started a war."

The detective shrugged and nodded, realizing the prince's point.

"Besides," Johan continued, "even if they did leave, this is all we have to go on right now. It's at least a place to start."

Agent Olsen nodded. "Absolutely," he agreed. "It's exactly where I'm going to start. Tomorrow morning, I will leave for Norup and see what I can find it there. When I return, I will fill you in on what I have learned."

Johan and Leah nodded. They had certainly learned a lot today. Hopefully soon, they would have enough pieces in place to solve this jigsaw puzzle.

You know, I was halfway through writing this chapter when I realized that none of the movie characters were in this chapter at all! Haha! Oops! They'll be in the next chapter, I promise! :-]

Read on, write on, dream on. -bandgeek63