A/N: So like, I recently realized that Hazel is EXTREMELY OOC in this chapter. Too late to fix it, though. I guess it can be considered important to the story? IDK. I apologize for it though.

"Elsa!" The platinum blonde was hit with a hug. She hugged back, feeling the figurative and literal warmth Hazel's hug provided. Elsa smiled, and leaned into Hazel's embrace. She glanced up at Nico, who was looking at her with concern. She gave him a reassuring smile over Hazel's shoulder. He looked to Reyna next. She nodded, smiling warmly. Nico let out a sigh of relief, relaxing and letting a more natural smile rest on his face.

"It's nice to see you again, Hazel." Elsa said, once she'd pulled away from the hug. "Long time no see, huh?"

"Gods, you have no idea." Hazel let out a happy sigh. She was smiling, as she always was. She was almost the physical opposite of Elsa.

"Did Nico tell you why we came?" Elsa bit her lip slightly.

"Yeah." Hazel's smile faded slightly. "You okay?"

"I am now." The platinum blonde assured her. "Reyna here really helped me."

"Thank you," Nico said, turning to her the dark haired girl. "Elsa and I… We owe you a lot. You're one of the best friends we've got."

"One of our problems is that I don't like very many people." Elsa explained. "Introversion is… An obstacle for us making friends. Nico is, as you know, introverted as well, but I have a hard time trusting people, which makes it more difficult. My reasoning for not trusting people is based off of experiences that I would never wish upon anybody." Hazel looked at Elsa sadly for a second, then hugged her again.

"Hey, it's alright." Hazel assured her. "You're here now." Elsa smiled secretly at this, hiding her face in Hazel's shoulder and hair. Elsa was so very thankful for Hazel's sweet and friendly demeanor. Without her, she probably wouldn't have smiled the infectious smile that Hazel brought to her nearly as much. Sometimes, that smile was what she needed in order to feel better, because it made her smile, which lifted her spirits a little bit, at least. Elsa had really needed to be around Hazel the months where she and Nico had lived together at Camp Jupiter. Her status in that area was something that greatly affected whether or not she and Nico were going to move to Camp Half-Blood. Sure, it was closer to Elsa's youth center, and yes; she could have a fresh start. But Elsa's mental condition was more important to her than either of those factors.

The two of them had decided to live at Camp Jupiter first, once Elsa met Hazel, Reyna, Jason, and Frank. This decision was made by Elsa, and Nico, knowing that Elsa knew what she needed better than he did, agreed. Nico was supportive during this, and told her to tell him what she needed, and he'd help her. Nico helped Elsa by letting her make her own decisions. He also held her and wiped away the tears when she cried. He soothed her after the nightmares and flashbacks.

Reyna supported Elsa and was there to listen, though she didn't see Elsa cry. Reyna gave Elsa advice about certain things.

Jason and Frank knew a vague version of Elsa's story, and they supported her to the extent that they could.

Hazel, out of the four at Camp Jupiter, had truly helped Elsa the most. She treated Elsa as a sister, and welcomed her with open arms. She lifted Elsa's spirits at the most crucial moments.

Both Elsa and Nico knew that Elsa had mental illnesses. It was an unspoken fact. She had depression and PTSD. She had come so far. In the year where she was developing her youth center, Elsa just pushed her mental illness to the side, and worked; ignoring it. It made things a little easier to cope with, if she was distracted from her trauma with paperwork and such. During the first year, Nico never asked about or brought up her experiences with Khione. He did nothing to pour salt on the wound, which began to heal slowly while she ignored it and buried it with work. Now she was letting the wound finish healing. There would be scars, and there already were, but she was healing. Elsa knew that she would be okay.

Elsa's goal, before she became a goddess, was to have risen from her fear and abuse. She wanted to no longer be self-conscious of her accent. (This was fading. As was her accent. But she'd heard other people speak with accents, so this helped her to understand that accents were normal.) Elsa wanted to no longer fear the male gender in general. (She was a little better about this now. She was still scared of being alone with a man she didn't know, but it was important to take baby steps.) She wanted to no longer fear having sex. (After all of the sexual violence she'd undergone, Elsa knew no other type of sex except for being raped. Frankly, she was terrified of ever becoming intimate with someone, but she wanted to change this. Desperately.) Elsa wanted to change to change her belief that she wasn't good enough to be loved, and that nobody could or would love her. (This had become more prominent once Elsa had fallen for Calypso, but luckily Nico was there to remind her that she was loved.) Most of all, Elsa wanted to be strong, fearless, and kind. She wanted to be a goddess that demigods could pray to, knowing that she was good and kind. Elsa wanted them to know her story. She wanted them to know that she could make it, and so could they.

Later that day, Elsa and Nico left California to go back to Long Island. The platinum blonde felt much better. She had risen from her fall.

It was late when they got back (past lights out), but Elsa wasn't tired. She pretended to go to bed though. When she was sure that Nico had gone to bed himself, she crept out of the big house in her nightgown. It was long and white. It had short sleeves. Elsa wore no shoes. Her hair was still in a braid, though she removed her diadem. She wanted to just go without it. There, it was past ten PM, and nobody was out and about, the way she was. The harpies wouldn't attack Elsa; they knew that she was immortal.

The young queen walked out towards the woods, the wind blowing against her face. She went past the lake. She inhaled the air of the camp around her. Her loose hairs blew in the wind. Elsa felt illuminated in the darkness. She stood on the edge of the woods, remembering when she ran away from the game of capture the flag that went horribly wrong. She recalled shedding the confines of the unnecessary parts of her clothing, and creating a whole new ensemble with her powers. Elsa basked in the memory of creating her ice castle. She was young back then. She'd already been broken at that point, but she'd been repairing herself and putting herself back together. Nico helped. Back when she was only thirteen, Elsa couldn't have imagined how important Nico was for her. How much he would help her once she'd gone through the worst.

Elsa was proud of herself. She'd survived everything up to this point; when she was walking around the camp at night. She knew that not everyone could. She understood that not everyone could find it within themselves to put themselves together again after being broken once, let alone twice. (The second time was at least three times worse than the first.) She was still putting herself back together, but she was getting there. Elsa was getting there.

She found herself wandering towards the beach. The sand felt cool and nice under her bare feet. Elsa looked up to see a girl standing on the beach too. She let out a soft and silent gasp.

Calypso.

What was she doing on the beach this late?

"Calypso?" Elsa called out to her friend, practically whispering. Her voice was nearly carried away by the wind, but the caramel haired girl caught it. She turned, also in her nightwear.

"You're back." Calypso smiled. The moonlight revealed tear streaks down her cheeks.

"You're crying." Elsa stated.

"Just a little homesick, I suppose." She sighed, breaking eye contact with the platinum blonde. "I started wondering what I'm doing here. Waiting to die, I suppose. I started missing Ogygia, because at least there, I was immortal and waiting for something. I was waiting for the next hero to come. I had something to live for. I have nothing to live for now that my boyfriend and I are broken up. He is the reason I'm here. I don't know what to do with myself now. You being gone today… I suppose you are what I'm living for." Calypso heaved a huge sigh. "Being your friend… I suppose that is my purpose now." Elsa was at a loss for words.

"Calypso, that's not your only purpose." Elsa spoke up. "It may be the only purpose you see right now, but you must understand; there is a purpose out there, just waiting for you. You may not see it right now, but it is out there. Believe me, before I found out that I was born to be a goddess… I had been broken, and I saw no point in going on, because I thought nobody remembered me. In truth, they did, once I was free. There were so many points in my life where I just wanted to die. But you can live for yourself, Calypso."

Elsa could have just told Calypso of her feelings right there and then, but she knew that it wasn't the right time yet. She also didn't think that Calypso would like it much if she told the caramel haired girl that her purpose was to unfreeze Elsa's heart and be her soulmate and lover. She knew that it would only make things worse. But Elsa wasn't lying; Calypso did have some purpose waiting for her, even if she didn't know it. One other than being Elsa's soulmate.

Elsa had godhood waiting for her. She was meant to replace her mother. After the horrors she'd gone through, any purpose was amazing. This purpose was beyond her wildest dreams. Hopefully Calypso had another purpose too. She deserved one, the way Elsa did.

But, all things aside, there in the moonlight, Calypso's skin was illuminated, and she looked breathtaking.

And her thoughts… Calypso had some deep thoughts.

She was perfect for Elsa. Aphrodite had done well.