Hours of Artyom's time were spent on reading the various books discovered by the two princesses. There had been moments where he would fulfill his duties while also taking the time to read, but Kai berated him for not paying attention to the creatures as he took every piece of information in. Almost all of the books he had been reading were under the subject of various types of magic with dark magic being a bit memorable out of them all. For some odd reason, he found it funny that there was one chapter where one could talk to shadows with just mere words just to make them move.

He was not the only one who was committed to this endeavor in understanding what the king and queen of Arendelle were doing when they were alive. Anna and Elsa were busy doing the same as well in their spare time; however, he noticed the reluctant princess was not willing to accompany them in the king's library. Her reason for staying away was still unknown, but he didn't mind that. Perhaps Elsa was able to learn the knowledge in these books without distraction which was also a blessing to the rest of the castle staff, who didn't need to fret about Anna's hijinks out of boredom.

Tired eyes continued to grasp the printed words as he finished with the last few pages. The conclusion of the current book he was reading was an account of how a king and his knights had discovered a woman who escaped from their clutches. At that moment, the Kingdom of Corona lost its daughter and many decided to seek her out to find for years, but a decade had passed since the princess's disappearance. The king and queen still continue their rule, but without the warm company of their daughter.

When he found the end of the book, Artyom closed it and placed it atop a pile of the ones he finished reading. "I think that's it. I'm done for today." He looked around the study room and found Anna sitting on the couch, resting her head on the armrest with a fallen book out of the reach of her hands. The young man approached her quietly and respectfully placed the book on the table in front of her. Then he turned away from her to hear someone knocking at the door.

He walked up and opened it, to find Gerda standing there with a pile of blankets in her arms. "Did you do what Kai told you to do?"

His head nodded. "Yes, do you need any help?"

She smiled and passed it on to him as he took it. "Back when his majesty was alive, he often asked for blankets around this time of year. It's usually chilly in there and I suspect you two would need it if you're going to stay in there all day."

"I understand." As the door was closed, Artyom grabbed one of the blankets and placed it around the sleeping princess as he left the other blanket beside her on the couch. He didn't really need it as if he was used to having slight chills meet with his body. Before he went back to his chair, there was a book on the table that seemed far too interesting for him to pass up.

He grabbed it and returned to his wooden seat where several candles became his beacon for reading. The cover was strangely different from the other books Artyom had seen with the kingdom's symbol placed on the very front as its color scheme also matched its flag. Wonder filled his mind as he opened the book and flipped through its pages. There were various drawings of life throughout the kingdom followed by intense paragraphs that placed the details in them.

There was one page that caught his attention was a drawing of a little girl whom the paragraphs referred to as Elsa. As he continued to read the translations, he discovered that this point of view coming from none other than the princesses' parents. The drawings of glowing hands and gloves seemed to work together with the young man following the thoughts of the people that once lived in these halls. Everything changed when he learned about what had befallen upon the princess.

She had ice powers and was hiding it from everyone else - including her own sister.

Every paragraph he learned more about the situation of the family, the more he became concerned about these girls and their well-being. The cause for Elsa's concealment began when she had struck Anna when they were playing in the room full of portraits. It was then that they had to look for creatures called trolls in search of their help and guidance which had changed the life of the family that led to the separation of Elsa and Anna. If he had the opportunity to talk to them, he would argue that the isolation was only worse for the princesses than for the better.

Anna groaned in her sleep as she began to move underneath the blankets. It was tempting to show this to her, but Artyom needed to know more about the situation as a way to help the sisters come back together without worry or fear. Yet, it was not the only reason since it was now his personal mission in a certain way. These trolls had the power to change Anna's memory and he wondered if these very same creatures could help him regain his memories, especially with the map he had.

The young man unbuttoned his shirt and slipped the book inside as the princess rose from her nap and yawned. "What time of day is it?"

He quickly buttoned his shirt with his back turned. "You should check the clock, I forgot the time as well." When he finished, Artyom kept the facade that he was not doing anything behind her back.

"Ha, you certainly have a sense of humor. Reading those books is really tiring, I don't know how you managed."

"I'm a bookworm," He smiled at those words. Somehow the term represented him far more than he realized, "Gerda came around with the blankets, I'm sure you could appreciate them while you slept."

"Thank you. Did Elsa take any books with her?"

"Yes. She took them to her room and I don't know how many she went through."

"We should take a break," The princess commented, "How about you?"

He considered his option of taking a break, but the need to find these trolls took precedent. "I'm probably going to take a portion of these books to the forest. It might help me read better while I'm there."

"If you say so. Do you want any treats on your way?" She asked.

His head shook at the idea. "No, I don't need any treats. Too much pie and chocolates might take its toll on me."

"Your loss."

Artyom exited the room with the intention of finding the truth.

The portion of books brought from her parents' secret room into her bedroom had remained unread. In fact, Elsa didn't take the opportunity to read them the moment she found comfort in her solitude. Most of her thoughts were focused on the shadows of people that Artyom had conjured out of thin air and terrified the entire castle. The scene that played out in her father's study continued to haunt her the moment she made that connection to the scene that occurred in her bedroom. Between those two memories, there was the same man who spoke to her parents in that study.

The princess tried to question these thoughts as she took a quick look at the outside world from the confines of this room. Then she looked below to see the young man bring out her horse from the stable with a sword at his belt and a crossbow on his back. Where was Artyom going with Alastor? Her gaze fell upon the rider who galloped out outside of the walls without her say and it felt odd that he would be leaving this castle at this point in time when she and Anna could use any extra help in understanding the knowledge of these books.

Her attention was taken away from the window when she heard a scene play out from behind her back. "Artyom, come here!"

Elsa turned around and saw this… Hunter standing at the center of her room while she noticed a fresh-faced Artyom looking up to him in dirty and foreign attire. "Yes, what is it?"

"I know Sukhoi myself and he is not the sort of man who would break so easily, but whatever is happening to him seems to be real," Hunter replied, "I'm going to see if I can find a way to stop your Dark One threat once and for all, so I'm going to be leaving the station for a while."

"You're leaving?" Artyom question as his expression changed from hopeful to concern as Hunter was moments away from stepping away from him. "You just got here and now you're going to leave again?"

The experienced man let out a tired sigh towards this young soul. "I am just going to check up around the four-hundred mark and see what causes this affliction that hurts your father and everyone else at this station."

He seemed reluctant to say it. "Sukhoi? He's just being stressed out between the fate of our station and the casualties we face."

"Still, it's not like him to fall into despair so easily," He lowered his head, "I'm about to go, but don't mention this conversation. He would probably react badly to it," Then he reached into his collar and began to pull out a strange necklace in his hands, "Based on what I'm seeing, Exhibition needs help, but I cannot do it alone."

"I… I don't like where this is going."

Hunter grimaced before he spoke as if he didn't want to say it as well. "Artyom, if I don't come back tomorrow, I need you to leave the station and go to Polis. There is a man by the name of Miller, find him and show him my dogtags. Tell him of the devilry that is happening at your station and he will do the rest."

The tags were handed over to the young man, who seemed shocked at the level of responsibility that was being placed on his shoulders. "Hunter, Polis is far away I can't be the one to do this if you don't return."

His hand reached for his shoulder as he smiled. "It's okay to be scared, life is full of moments such as this. I may not be personally around to guide you, but with these tags, I will always be there," The two silently looked at each other with nothing else to say before Hunter turned his back and walked away, "Goodbye Artyom, I'll either be back or on the other side."

This moment strangely resonated with Elsa, recalling a time when she said goodbye to her father and mother before their voyage. The princess could remember their cheerful smiles and comforting words that the trip wouldn't be long. Then came the horrible truth of what had happened to them when they didn't return and when there were few traces of their ship to be found. This time, she was looking at it from someone else's perspective and while she didn't know what went through Artyom's mind she understood what it felt.

When the scene of people made of snow had dispersed into flurries, she noticed that there were several books that were affected. "Oh no, I can't let them get ruined!" Elsa rushed over to the books lying across her room as she rapidly snatched each valuable tome of magical knowledge from being tarnished by a part of her magical powers. However, something slipped out of her arms as she placed the books atop her desk.

The princess looked over her shoulder to find that it was not a book that was on the ground, but an assortment of papers that were contained in a folder. She immediately retrieved them from the snow flurries before they could ruin the papers. As she was out of the flurries, Elsa opened the folder to find a strange symbol of a red star combined with a hammer and sickle. Yet, it was not the only detail that caught her attention. The words she was looking at were not printed in Norwegian, but in another language. What language it was would remain a mystery until she found someone who could read this.

She flipped through the papers to find nothing of value beyond a language that she could never grasp; however, Elsa saw detailed pictures of people standing in the wilderness in clothes and weapons unknown to her. The princess took a seat at her desk and began to seek out these pictures, noticing how each were different with masked men remaining anonymous to the naked eye. Then she stopped when her gaze couldn't believe what she was seeing.

There was a picture of her father's study with a younger depiction of her parents and Hunter wearing a foreign dress uniform.

He was back in the woods once more with the snows melting. Spring was coming early this year and that meant that traversing through the forest wouldn't be too much of a problem. Artyom trotted the horse with reluctance, only practicing what he had seen from the princesses with hopes of being just as skilled as riding as they were. It still managed to get him to his destination as he looked at the surrounding features to see whether the topography matched his map. Then he dismounted from his saddle and tied the reins to a nearby tree as he slowly folded the paper neatly and small enough to fit inside of his coat.

Artyom walked into the open ground surrounded by hot springs as his sword and crossbow jingled at his movement. "Hello? Is there anyone there?"

There was nothing, but silence. No one answered his call. Then again, the books he read mentioned how they were myths and legends and not all of them could have been true. The ride on his horse left a surprisingly painful feeling on his ass as he took the opportunity to sit down on a nearby rock. Yet, he seemed surprised when his body was being shifted from underneath his butt. "Hey, get off of me!"

He looked down to see the rock underneath him was moving as he jumped up from his seat and turned around. "What in the…"

"You better not finish that sentence!" Upon closer inspection, he saw the rock's face just to see her scrap pieces of grass off her shoulder.

"Are you a troll?" Came his question.

"Who's asking?"

"I am." Artyom answered.

She looked up at him with a puzzled expression. "Yes I am. You are looking at a genuine troll. Now get out of here."

He was shocked by her reply. "But I just got here."

"Yes and now you should leave. Us trolls like our isolation around these parts and not a lot of people show up," She replied, "Look, I'm trying to get my sleep in and you being here isn't helping."

More trolls revealed themselves in this place as they voiced their annoyance at the situation. "Who's here? Is it Kristoff?"

Another spoke up. "Bulda, would you kindly stop talking and let us sleep."

She turned to those waking up. "Now look what you did here, you woke everyone up."

"I came to this place since it's important." Said the young man.

"Is it really important enough to stir up trouble in the Valley of the Living Rock?"

He nodded his head. "Yes. Do you know anything about the princess with the ice powers?"

The warm expression on her face had changed into a concerned look as Bulda stared at him. "Is there something wrong? Did King Agnarr send you?"

"No, he did not send me," He answered. "He's been dead for a while I came here out of my own accord." His words sparked a worrying reaction from the other trolls as they whispered amongst themselves about the news. It seemed like they personally knew the ruler of Arendelle himself."

A boulder began rolling from the top sections of a cliff and down a path that led right before him. Then the rolling boulder transformed out of rock and into the trolls like the others, but he had more decorative 'clothes' on him that seemed to distinguish him from the rest. "Bulda what's going on and why is there a young man in our valley?"

She walked to him as quickly as possible with a great reluctance with her voice. "He's asking about what we know of Elsa… you know when that night happened."

"I see, but who is he?"

"My name is Artyom," He spoke for himself, "but that is the name I remember after what happened to my memories."

"What is happening? Did something go wrong with Elsa's power?"

He shook his head. "Nyet, I've been told that she has been reclusive ever since her parents died and I'm here out of the concern for the girls."

The old troll seemed to express his shock at the news. "They're gone… they're really gone. My apologies, but it's just so surprising. What do you want to know about the girls?"

"Everything, every single detail so I can help them."

"How did you know about us? Only the king and queen were quite aware of our existence and location."

The young man reached into his coat and pulled out the journal. "This journal. It had everything they had on Elsa, but I came here to know why you changed Anna's memory."

"I didn't change her memory," He replied, "I merely changed the background. The memories do exist, but in a different environment."

"What was the purpose of that?"

"Magic is the most wonderful thing to ever exist in this world, but it's also the most dangerous when not careful. I wanted Elsa to hide her powers in hopes that its growth wouldn't get out of control, but without Agnarr and Iduna to nurture it I am unsure of the state of things right now."

Artyom lowered his head. "Her majesty took your idea about hiding her powers and controlling it a bit too much that she is unwilling to leave her room and interact with anyone outside. She is isolating herself from everyone else."

The troll's eyes widened in surprise. "Perhaps I was too alarmist in my idea of controlling magic, but this isn't the way she should be living her life."

"That is why I sought you out. I needed to know more about this situation before I go back to Arendelle and try to fix things before my time is up. I am merely a stable boy who is bound to be replaced the moment my predecessor recovers."

"So do you know everything about this situation?"

He nodded his head. "Yes, but before I leave, there is one request I would like to make."

"What would that be?"

"Could you help me get my memories back?"

More security forces were assembled to protect D6 after that incident with the mutants which had forced the Spartan Order permanently eliminate the nests full of nosalises and watchmen. There was more information about the machinery that made the colonel curious as the scientists and civilian engineers busied themselves in testing it out for the first time. With the biomass destroyed, the power generated by the reactor would be enough to power this machinery back to life.

Electrical energies charged to life as Colonel Miller fascinated by its design and purpose as he heard a whining sound outside of the control room. Thankfully, the glass would be enough to keep the scientists from going insane from the sound as the machinery did something. In a blink of an eye, the soldier saw a hole in reality where a black sphere remained at the center of the room. "What the hell?"

His first words seemed to have an effect on the people inside of the control room as one of the men stood beside him. "Colonel, I compared notes from your D6 documents and some of the information lying around here. You wouldn't believe what I'm about to say - it's a teleporter?"

He turned his head towards him. "Bullshit! Vladimir, have you been smoking those mushrooms again? We're not in a science fiction novel."

"Believe me when I say this, it's a teleporter. Those vehicles you saw back there? They were meant for an expedition that was supposed to go someplace else and they even have enough tests that say it's successful," The civilian pulled up a clipboard and passed it over to him. The colonel looked through the information, but it was mostly made up of scientific jargon. However, he noticed the underlined parts of the papers where it turns out that this was heavily tested. Vladimir's hand pointed to several bullet points near the bottom of the sheet, "See these? They're coordinates to other places - even Novosibirsk seems part of the list."

"Novosibirsk," Miller waited for a moment, "Let's try that place out."

"The scientists say those coordinates were already put in. It's the first on our list."

He nodded his head in approval, "That's amazing. Perhaps we could contact the other parts of the world through this. Maybe there is a place that didn't get bombed," Then he noticed movement around the testing grounds. Miller's eyes looked up from the clipboard to see figures step out of the black sphere with weapons in hand, "We got company, alert the others!"

One of the scientists in the control sprinted towards a nearby panel with a big red button. His hand slapped it and waited when alarms blurred loudly with yellow lights flashing in the testing room. "Colonel, your men should be waiting on the other side of the blast doors."

His radio on his person was brought to life with Uhlman's voice. "Sir, I've got the boys with me and we're ready on your go." More strangers in armored uniforms had arrived with cleaner Kalashnikovs in hand as a bald man entered the room and seemed to earn the salutes from those who arrived.

Miller grabbed it and activated the reply button. "Keep the men steady, it seems like our guests haven't done anything hostile as of right now."

"Understood, sir."

The colonel looked to the microphone in front of him and used it to speak. "Identify yourselves!"

Strangers exchanged glances with their weapons raised as the bald man among them had stepped out of the crowd of soldiers. "Whoever this is, I am Colonel Klebnikov from OSKOM stationed at Novosibirsk Metro. Who am I speaking to?

He was from another Metro network. Elated with news, the commander revealed his identity. "I am Colonel Mel'nikov, commander of the Spartan Order."

"So, commander, where exactly are we?"

There was a smile on his face. "You're standing in the Moscow Metro."

"That's… that's impossible. This can't be true." Colonel Klebnikov spoke with shock of the news.

Miller turned off his microphone and activated his radio. "Stand down, gentlemen. Open the blast doors and approach the newcomers. We've got good news for everyone."