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"Frozen Again: 'Love Never Ends"

Act VIII

Chapter 2

"Counting the Days"

The double peaks of the Svartisen glaciers were quite a sight to see from the bird's eye view that Anna and Elsa Bernadotte had been sharing. For the past day or so of travel, the girls had been enjoying some much needed sister time, laughing and smiling together, singing favorite tunes side-by-side in the front carriage seat.

All while they were reminiscing memories of the incredible lives they've lived thus far.

Though their formative years had some rough patches leading separate lives back then, Elsa and Anna now found common ground as best friends as well as sisters. They may have glimpsed the other from a safe distance in the same home of their youth with zero interaction, like silent ghosts living alongside, but both still cherished the knowledge of how the other had yearned to be together with her sister through it all.

That had certainly all changed when Anna and Elsa had grown up, finding peace and forgiveness loving each other, and every minute of their shared experiences with the joy of being together. Through that bond, they also discovered room in their tender hearts to include two special young men with a love both were finally willing to accept.

The pair of Arendelle sisters had been chattering for endless sky miles, akin to squawking chickens to Prince Alonso of Córdoba's bored stiff ears. From where he was inside the coach below them, the visiting Prince dignitary had been mildly listening in (between Minister Kai's loud snoring in the opposite bench seat) on the Queen and Princess' giddy walk down memory lane. Which generally included some longing reference to a certain redheaded Prince of the Southern Isles that made Alonso's stomach queasy, rolling his eyes.

Ungh…That darn guy still gets all the attention, even when he's not here…

With Gale at his flying coach's back, his soulmate leaving their psychic connection wide-open, Spirit Wind Whisperer Kristoff had been privileged to hear nearly all of the girly conversation, also. He too was wishing to zone them out a few times when Anna and Elsa began talking about Hans and how 'amazing and brilliant and brave' he was 'to have helped defeated the Djvælen Troll' in such drooling depth.

I may have had a thing or two to do with that, too, ya know. Let Elsa have the honors of handing out all the compliments to your ex, Feistypants. A smirking, not-at-all-jealous Kristoff had made the critical error of allowing his curious bride to traipse through his own recent firsthand memory of the battle underneath the Snow Palace.

Energetic Anna kept her guy from resting much of the journey, constantly peppering him with questions of mental re-accounts in her spunky curiosity as to the pitched battle she sadly missed.

With the Wind Spirit at her side, the Ice Queen had midair traversed the polar currents she commanded to relieve the battle worn Snow Prince. While Anna - with Bruni on her frozen vehicle's fender, lighting the way - was playfully speed demon flying the Snow Queen's multi-steed coach in front to Alonso's delight and Kai's distain, Elsa took over 'driving' the smaller carriage named 'Baby'. Kristoff had been patiently flying behind them with Sven, and needed a break only once in the several hour period since they left the Snow Palace.

Not that Kristoff achieved much sleep even then, with his talkative Feistypants little gal's mental motor mouth still going, either to psychically chatter with him, or to prod him to pass on to Elsa some nonessential tidbit of information, comment or joke. When he was just about to drift off, and she promised to leave him alone for a while, the effervescent, oft oblivious girl would loudly yell across the airwaves to her sister in all her excitement of some new aspect of their new adventure together.

If just to let Elsa constantly know how much she loved and cared for her and had missed her best friend during this difficult, emotional struggle they had surpassed together as true, true sisters.

"This is so nice! Like our own magic enchanted adventure exploring our homeland like the little birds do!" Anna announces, giddy with cheerful tears when Elsa returns, all smiles, to the carriage front bench via her skybound ice slide. "'It's just me and you looking down on the view from up here!'" With warm hugs and the song of a freewheeling bird galore, the once lonely Ice Queen's ginger partner tugs her down back to the safety of their shared bench seat with one hand, her other still around Sitron and his multi-paired team's reins.

Both young women were ready to discover so many new things neither knew possible before. But this time there were no lonely limits, because these soulmates were together, as the Lord designed sisters to be.

"Hey, what's that blue and gold and ivory thing on that mountain peak over there? Kinda looks out of place in all the snowy whiteness." A little ways into their laughter, Anna squints her keen eyes with the comment as she passes the driving reins of the long, horse-drawn caravan belonging to the Snow Queen, with Sitron in the lead, back to her big sister.

"It appears to be a small vehicle of some sort…" It was Elsa's turn to strain her eyes, shielding them against the bright sun until she realized exactly what it was perched atop the tall snowcapped mountain peak.

And so did Alonso.

"Is that my chariot down there!? How the blank did it get at the top of that precarious ledge in this whacko danger country!? Hurry up and get me to it! I need my wheels! They're made of the finest heat-treated teakwood and genuinely gold-plated, you know!" The blustery young South American Prince extols the quality of his well tuned royal vehicle as his face was plastered out the side window to see where his brightly painted chariot was dangerously balanced against the high-altitude polar winds.

"Gale?" Elsa had to merely give her fellow elemental invisibly traveling alongside the coach a sideways glance for the spirit of the Wind to intercede before the teetering prized chariot tipped over the glacial cliff edge entirely.

"What a good idea, Alonso!" Anna catches right onto the request of the passenger in the airborne coach that Elsa was at the driving reins of. {"We should take Baby down for quick-paced sleigh ride sloop on that cool slope, Kristly! You have to practice a little before the big annual mountain man sled race in Flåm I entered you in, if you're gonna win this year's big prize!"} "Let's stop down there, Elsa!" Conversing on two planes, Anna recklessly yanks the reins of the horse drawn flying carriage and aims the confused multiple white steeds in the direction of that precise mountaintop area.

{"Calm down, Feistypants. The tournament is probably almost over by now. It's all right. We'll catch it next year."} Kristoff calls across the sky, trying to be responsible and appearing as though he didn't mind. But Anna knew deep inside how much participating in the competition with his sleek racing sled he'd been working on for ages meant to him and how disappointed her Kristly would be to miss it by just one day.

{"We'll see about that."} Feigning calmness, Anna sends the complacent thought to her husband while she muses to herself secretly in a more determined manner.

The sled race is at the grand finish of the Games! I bet we can make it if we step on it, horsies! I like going fast!

"Anna! Slow down!" Elsa would have been giggling, fully aware that her powers would not let anything go amiss with her irreverent sister's unlicensed steering techniques. But she had just then noticed that the thick glacial mountain peak where Alonso's chariot strangely sat upon that should have been split in two…

Papa, you didn't have to go to this extreme!

"Whew-whee! Now that's ice…Your dad doesn't do things by halves." Also noting the altered landscape since last they were here, an impressed Ice Harvester lets out an awed whistle.

Kristoff had quickly pursued his little wife's crazy landing to set upon the single mountain top. The mountain man was also aware that the deep crevice between the twin Svartisen glaciers of Aust (East) and Vestre (West), which came to the perpetually frozen Lake Ranelva below where a mirror fissure led to and from the Snow Queen's Palace subterranean levels, had now been entirely filled in with a thick layer of snow and ice.

"Too cool, Papa! He filled it all the way up to the top! This'll be a great place for sledding now! …Safer, too." As if she held caution to any regard, the ginger girl lets out a whistle of excitement to see how impressively the Ice King, though blind, had erected a barrier of thick packed ice beneath the steep Bergshrund precipice so no one or nothing could ever sneak down in its crevasses again. The fresh, thoroughly frozen ice and snow filled all the way down the sheer drop between the parallel peaks of the mountain's twin sister glaciers that had existed previously untouched for millennia since the Snow Queen crafted them.

"Yes. Papa apparently made certain to seal this portal from the Djvælen forever now. And Prince Hans has defeated and taken away that monster so that the demon can never again hurt anyone in our land." A wistful Elsa was grateful to both of the most important men in her life for their heroic roles in forevermore protecting her heart which loved them both so dearly.

"Whee! No more nasty chasm to suck you into the mirror lake shadows below. I. Love it!" Olaf chants happily after Boninite – with Alonso's unwitting replay – retold to a curious Olaf, Anna and Kristoff about how Elsa had been transferred to the Snow Palace in Svalbard from here through a mirror portal of this special hidden place in the folds of Svartisen glacier.

"Papa and Mama and Ragi must've already caught up with the Fire Trolls by now and are taking them to reunite with GranPabbie and the other Rock Trolls. I wonder how they're faring..." Elsa was certain her similarly cryokinetic father would not let temporary blindness stop him from safeguarding his land, his family, his citizens of all races from the evil Devil's columniation.

"Yep! Papa's for sure got this end all covered! So I'm sure we can swing by and make it to the Annual Mountain Man Challenge, if we book it! Flåm is not so far from Trollheiman! Come on, Kristly. Time to practice! Hop to it!" Once the carriage team lands, Princess Anna giddily jumps off and skips up to her blond husband after he had driven his sleek black sleigh in a more sane, careful way to land parallel parked on the now single, merged Svartisen mountain peak.

"The Annual Mountain Man Winter Challenge has been going on this whole week before Christmas, Anna. Forget the climbing and skiing, there's not even time for us to enter the big sled race." Obviously kicking the idea over in his head, Kristoff speaks in a vague, detached way. The responsible mountain man had been quietly tending to each of the Snow Queen's pure white team of horses with food and water at this sudden unexpected break, although that excited glint was unmistakably glistening in his chocolate brown eyes as Kristoff looks down at his indeflatable, effervescent gal.

"After all the serious stuff going on, I hardly thought that we will have the chance to stop for some little local competition that keeps the working classes occupied with their silly seasonal celebrations." Alonso brushes his fur parka off dismissively while inspecting his thankfully unscratched chariot which the Ice King had obviously had the prescience of placing atop the newly created fresh snow peak. Prince Alonso had stepped outside the carriage to stretch his legs after their day long voyage to inspect his shaky vehicle.

"Careful! Careful… Don't want any scratches on the gold-plated varnish on those wheels. Good… Your father must've recognized its value and took care to put my vehicle on the pinnacle peak, deserving of its polished shine."

Alonso sees his chariot safely arrived intact to the mountaintop as Elsa cryokinetically floated it down from the cirque's arête. With a tickle to his horses' chins, the hot-blooded Argentine Royal instantly wished he could return to the warmth and safety of the carriage coach, for all this talk of sledding and skiing and mountain climbing winter competition he had no interest in whatsoever.

"The bi-annual mountain man cross country triathlon of sledding/ ice harvesting/ mountain scaling is one of the highlights of our winters here in Norway, Prince Alonso. We locals believe the hard-working men and women of our nation deserve this much warranted day of exciting sports competition, now more so than ever, to bring them back into God's wondrous outdoors to enjoy His crisp nature's wonders at this joyful Christmastide." A patriot-proud and reflective Elsa states with queenly pride in her country's replete athletic events. She and Anna, by personal connection with a certain local peasant boy, had become more than acquainted with mountaineering and the rugged outdoors it involved in recent years.

"Point taken, Your Majesty. I just didn't expect someone of your regal status and delicate sensibility to be this enthusiastic about spectator sports involving big burly sweaty men, Elsa." Alonso murmurs with a smirk as he saunters over to Elsa's side of the Snow Queen's flying sleigh itching to get back in.

"To show no prejudice or hard feelings, perhaps my team and I may enter this little winter competition of yours with the special sleigh runners you installed on my superlative chariot now returned to me. You're the type of avid bonita who likes to be impressed by an intrepid champion, are you not, Elsa?" Alonso says half sarcastically, half irreverent, the flirt just naturally tossed in. He did not like to work hard, but the hot-blooded young man in even Alonso did enjoy a good competition every now and then. Especially one where he won certainly, whether or not he deserved to. "I'll try not to leave you in the dust, Christopher." Brash Alonso throws the overconfident words over his shoulder at the tall blond mountain man considered more as background scenery than someone worthy of learning his proper name.

"It's 'Kristoff'." The big blond rolls his eyes with a smirk, not forgetting that his Anna had called him that name on another sleighride once upon a long time ago.

"Ha! It takes years of honed skill to master such intense mountain climbing, speed Ice Harvesting and swift sled racing up and down the treacherous Gudvanga mountain pass! My Kristoff is so good at all the physical sports! And with his specially customized sled ready and rearing to go for the match, he will wipe the floor with you in the Ice Harvester Winter Games, Mr. Prince from South of the Equator." Giving her puffed up with pride Kristoff a thumbs up across the way as his biggest fan girl, blunt Anna pipes into the aggressive men's conversation.

Alonso's expressive come hither eyes and flirtatious advances towards Elsa always rubbed her little sister the wrong way, so Anna was eager to speak up against him with the saucy challenge on behalf of her less belligerent husband in the other, absent Red's place.

{"Anna. Calm down."} Ever the soothing balm to cool her off as Ying and Yang to the fiery girl's ginger temper, modest Kristoff mentally tries to tone down his competitive wife's bragging.

"After all the experience I have had in driving in the crazy weather North of your wondrous land's stunning countryside, I'm sure I can win first place in your quaint little local race. And if I do… you still do owe me that personal tour of your grazing lands before I sign any dotted lines about any trade deals or treaties, Birthday Girl." The Prince of Córdoba breathes with his fur poncho arm extended across to lean against the Snow Queen's carriage near Elsa quite intimately with his victory's demands.

"Yeah, don't plan on any blue ribbons just yet, pal." It didn't take much of his infuriated wife's nudging for Kristoff Bjorgman to take the defensive stance against the aggravating Argentinean Prince trying to strong-arm his regal sister-in-law. "This race isn't just a normal run-of-the-mill one about speed. It does require intensive skill training and not just bravado to be able to compete with some of those extremely experienced mountain men up there on that steep Old King's Path on the Sandvikfjellet Kjosfoss Pass in Flåm." Stepping in at his six foot five towering height, Kristoff throws down the gauntlet after his ginger Princess's undeniable pride and attitude urges him to flaunt his own mountaineering prowess more than a little. He finishes, with Elsa's cryo-help and Gale's wind taming on this tall peak, attending to their entourage of flying snow horses.

SMACK!

Neigh-gh!

The fjord horse reminding her of another young man, a bundled up Anna gives Sitron's surprised golden rump a resounding smack to prove her hubby's point. Not to mention keep her chilled digits un-frostbitten now that Bruni had fallen asleep in the now abandoned coach's driver's seat bench, atop his personal floating snow cloud reflective mirror ice box.

The Fire spirit powered, prismatic traveling space heater was something her ingenious Winter Queen sister Elsa had taken a page from her Mirror of Love to design in order to keep Anna warm in these open air cold currents.

"Yep, Kristoff's good and fast! He's like a funky, pungent reindeer King on his new sleigh! And I'm an expert at freestyle tobogganing! Look, Bonnie! Just watch and learn how it's professionally done!" Showing off his own swagger in front of his female counterparts, Olaf leaps out from his perch in Baby to recklessly launch his snow mound body across the freshly erected ice monolith now bridging Svartisen's twin peaks.

"Right… I'll have to consult with Lento and Estable if they're even interested in entering this little sports competition you have going around here. Besides, what's the rush anyway? I suppose we should take it easy. After all, we are still on vacation before getting back to the old grind of trade talks and negotiations once we return to Arendelle Castle. And we wouldn't want upstage the Snow Prince at his own game, would we, boys?" Alonso did not wish to look weak in backing down from his conceited bravado throw down.

Though just the glimpse of Kristoff doing some Anna supervised warm up push-ups, sit-ups, and weight lifting heavy water barrels straight up in the air with one arm, the Córdoban Prince has some second thoughts which he promptly blames on his reticent equines.

"You are learning, Alonso." With some gleaned erudition of her own, Boninite the Fire Troll gazes up at her friend with a rare smile that Alonso returns with a smirk of his own.

"A wise decision, Your Highness." All the noise from Anna's exuberant numerical counting encouragement to their resident athlete had awoken Minister Kai from the nap. He and Gerda had been snuggling in the carriage now that it had blessedly made a stopover rest from Anna's reckless driving. Plus the windy midair turbulence that high speed flight entailed that somehow the coach had survived.

Elemental spirits indeed…hmph! Now back to his adult self, Councilor Kai reverts to his more pragmatic realism at the very idea of invisible, ancient Wind guardians swirling around him. But then, at his wife Gerda's smiling prompt, his enlightened eyes gaze up to the little wintry cloud form that nears he and Gerda through the carriage coach window where the Fire spirit's soft light warmth was glowing to bring them warmth too.

"Ehem!" Kai clears his throat, looking more through the eyes of his childhood again to see more than the starkly frozen high altitude surroundings. The older Councilor takes in the wonder of not only the Fire spirit Bruni pleasantly yawning up at him, but Elsa's magic ice enhanced flying entourage. As Gale playfully swished fresh snow at them, Olaf and Eliana playing snow angels with Boninite - who always won – were just the icing on the proverbial magical cake.

"Yes, I see that King Agnarr has done his duty here well." After giving Alonso a nod, the astute older man approvingly peers out his window to take in the manifest changes to the dangerous Svartisen landscape which he had himself personally witnessed the precarious plunge of the carriage previously.

And now he was able to see clearly and appreciate the unfathomable wonderment of all this special Royal family of his had accomplished, too.

"Only the grace of God could have intervened to allow us to witness this miracle for a second time, Kai." Gerda stirs to squeeze her husband's hand with blessed assurance behind her smile.

"Yes. Under the Lord's power and presence that granted us these gifts, Papa has succeeded in competently sealing up this exit portal, which led from the underground catacombs beneath the earth, if any latent evil remains dormant there to escape hereafter." After sharing a smile with her sister, Elsa returns to the carriage to put on her ruler hat – or crown, so to speak. She quite comfortably converses with Kai after inspecting the subzero area her gifted father had cryokinetically established a barrier over the very spot through which the Djvælen had lured Elsa into his deceitful darkness.

And through the protection and care of all those who loved her, a prayerful Elsa was able to start to let her great fear and greater regret go as her azure eyes scan the pristine snow coating the glacier.

'Though your sins were are scarlet, they shall be made white as snow…' – Isaiah 1:18

"Ooh! Elsa! Come see! Looks like there's a ton of nifty Fire Troll footprints over here! Guess the King and Queen and Ragi and the Snow Queen did manage to get them through here before plugging up the chasm!" Olaf calls out from the other side of the now conjoined mountains to the much treaded path leading down to the Svartisen Valley going southwest where he had been at play with a pale white snowgirl on his right and a red-head fire girl at his left.

The Ice Queen lightly steps over the seam of the mountain chasm that was now thoroughly covered in still and calm, pure white snow and ice to where Olaf was beckoning. As if in another world, Elsa could faintly hear and yet remember the swirling darkness that fear and loneliness had torn in her heart which nearly brought the world to face an eternal winter once again.

She involuntarily shivers, standing where the precipice once existed. Dizzy at the still vivid recollection, she shuts her eyes tightly trying to ward off the self recriminations of what she had done—and might have done.

Elsa involuntarily glances down at her bare engagement ring finger and hugs arms around herself, wishing she had some personal memento of her beloved Prince to cling to in moments such as these.

She floats on her ice sled over to where Olaf was on the ground examining the multiple foot tracks of the liberated Fire Trolls' march. Up and down the hill and mountainsides, the Ice King ingeniously created ice enhanced escalators to augment the walking Trolls along the way in the direction of Trollheimen where King Agnarr had surely taken them to reunite with as a people with GranPabbie and the Rock Trolls.

HUMMMM…HUMMM…

As the rays of the morning's Northern Lights sparkle on the conclave of carved rocks and stunning geological artwork surrounding the iridescent granite wall above, suddenly, a familiar, friendly voice brings Elsa out of her inward reverie.

{"Rest assured and be at peace, Queen Elsa. My people are safe because of the tenerity in your heart. And now, our cousins have returned to live in the sunlight the Creator had intended for them since the beginning, all owing to you and your love for your nation, your family, and those dearest to you."} The ancient wrinkled Troll leader's visage appears on the ages-old granite rock hewn by the great Hand of God eons ago when the original Snow Queen was very young and this land was new to her granted wintry gifts. GranPabbie's breathy, gravelly voice speaks through the stone carvings on the painted boulders that had been cleaved in half long ago and were a Saami cultural landmark now.

"GranPabbie! Is the Djvælen no longer here truly? Will he forever haunt my memory?" Glancing around warily, Elsa whispers to the kindly wise figure she had come to understand with his cryptic words of yesteryear more now as she had matured. Through Anna re-introducing the sagacious older Troll to the young Queen as part of Kristoff's dear family, Elsa now cared for and respected honest Rock Troll elder GranPabbie as she would a dear grandfather she never knew.

Rather…He was not at all like the harsh, manipulative, cruel grandfather King Runeard whom Elsa had unfortunately come to know about during her journey through Ahtohallan's past recollections.

{"Elsa, memories are never to be confused with haunting fear. Memories are precious records of where you were, what you have done, who you were with, who you were before. Some memories are good, some are bad. They cannot control you, but what you have learned from them will be your strength to conquer all past fears. Through that wisdom, you will be the one in control, with your memories to guide you, fortify you, only remembering the love – not the fear – true memories bring. Look to the future now, with your sincerity and compassion, my child, that has unlocked the secret of not only the Elementals who have given you respect to watch over your mother's Northuldran heritage, but also your beautiful heart that has the tenerity to rule your father's kingdom. As the 5th Spirit of Harmony, alongside your fellow sister, Anna, you have achieved so much and have the potential to become the finest leader of our now unified country, through your great love of God and those He has blessed to surround you with strength and wisdom. You have gained their love back and it is sparkling in your eyes as bright as the aurora borealis above us now. Though the great potential of your magic has been realized, please remember, you are not alone, Elsa. You will always be free of fear if you keep the light of love in your heart. Just as freedom at last has come for our lost tribe through the fullness of your blossoming love which you did not abandon, Queen Elsa, even in your darkest hour, because he never gave up on you. For that strength of character, tested by fire and ice into your new Mirror of Love, you both have my race's gratitude – our eternal gratitude – for everything you have done for we Trolls. You truly are a great and noble leader, Elsa. Yourself and Anna have both earned all our respect and veneration for millennia to come, your Majesties."}

A smiling GranPabbie, encompassing a waving Anna in his bow, finishes his heartfelt speech to the special young women. The two sisters of Arendelle overcame all odds to stand side by side as devoted sovereigns of their nation they together saved from the wicked foe. In doing so, becoming the righteous redeemers of the least of their citizens, the lost Fire Troll tribe of the Nibelungs.

"Watch out for my butt!" Just then, showing off to his two small female companions by snowboard balancing on Bruni's snowcloud, an overly rambunctious Olaf's largest body part comes crashing into the carved boulder. It utterly dissipates the old Troll shaman's visage projected by the Northern Lights, cutting off Elsa communiqué with a grateful GranPabbie.

Discombobulated, Olaf nearly knocked the blonde beauty off her elegant high-heeled feet. Olaf's over excitement had caused the clumsy snowman to accidentally slip and crash into the rock face. He was split asunder, parts of him flying in all directions towards where a solitary Elsa had been psychically linked with the elder Troll through the historic Saami carved rock formation at the edge of the arête at the Svartisen Summit.

Elsa deftly manages to avoid her snowfriend's rolling backside from where he comes catapulting in his 'sport' out of nowhere.

"Hi. I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs. It's our Christmas tradition." The dizzy snowman's jiggled brain head lands right at Elsa's feet and gives an outstretched embrace to the flickering holographic rock surface as he automatically rolls into his favorite intro line. Olaf sees his own dismembered arms wiggling around the shiny carved, reflective marble, raised drawing in what appeared to be a face on the stone carving he thought was an actual living being.

"Hehe hee. Yes, Olaf, you are our precious holiday tradition. Maybe I'll give you your Christmas present a few days early so you can practice competing for the Winter games, too." Awarding Olaf with that requested warm embrace and a brand-new child sized sled of his own, Elsa lets the tears forming in her eyes at the monster her anger made Olaf dark before now be filled with only the fond memories of the returned blithe snowman she created through her bond with little sister Anna always brought.

Elsa was glad never to be afraid to let emotion overflow again. Looking across the Svartisen to see the Enchanted Forest below, the Ice Queen could feel the light of GranPabbie's gratitude and caring through his wise advice, see the warmth of Kai and Gerda's pride in her, and hear the sunshine her giddy sister Anna and Kristoff happily 'training' – more like foreplay— in the winter snow.

Smiling with the good memories which overrode all the fears, as Gale's fresh breeze circles around her blue velvet dress until it glistened, Elsa expertly commands her gifts to make Olaf a small ice sled of his own.

"Yay! I bet I can go even faster now! Watch me go, Eliana! Bonnie! Whee-hee!" His more brainy, contemplative self left for less intoxicating high altitudes, Olaf wasted no time in hopping on board and zipping around with his new toy, once again nearly knocking the pale blonde beauty off her elegant pins.

Elsa deftly maneuvers to avoid her snowfriend's swerving sled. But in her fluid movements, something tumbles out from being tucked inside her deep blue fur cape mantle.

"Prince Ferdinand's report to Papa about Hans." Elsa breathes in the frosty, northern Norway Saltfjellet mountain winds. During all the settling down excitement and fun times driving the flying horse drawn carriage of the Snow Queen's beside Anna, Elsa had quite forgotten the winsome Frenchman's report of his findings to her father.

It was all rather blurry a recollection now of the Snow Palace Throne Room and the bold and daring Crown Prince of the French whom Elsa had never previously met. The winsome young royal had then admitted to being both confidante friend and undercover spy to her dearest Hans. All along their long and arduous journey north from the wilds of India, to the dangers of the passage Red Sea crossing, and the mysterious Mediterranean in between, to return to Europe, Ferdinand Egalité had been secretly surveilling the Danish Prince.

So Elsa could not be more curious as to what the interesting fellow had to say of her Sjoforsvaret Vise Admiral in this diary sized amount of pages.

After all, Prince Ferdinand had given me explicit permission to not only read, but also amend the grammar and edit any linguistic mistakes in his chronicled account to Papa… I do wonder what all these pages could say about my Hans?

Her eyes alight with curiosity, Elsa's elegant fingers dance midair at the chance to peruse the tantalizing documents.

No, I mustn't snoop into this special report requested, meant for the Admiral's eyes only…

The Ice Queen muses to herself in breathless anticipation as she kneels down to pick up the dropped folder that had come undone from its ribbon seal to spill some of its paper content to the snowcapped ground.

WHOOSH!

That's when the mischievous wind whips at the fallen pages, scattering the papers across the Svaritisen peak, just out from Elsa's reach.

"Gale! For shame!" Elsa squeals at the her teasing sister elemental for taunting her, as the tall platinum blonde felt silly for chasing breeze-tossed documents all over the mountainside like a little child playing hide-and-go-seek again.

Elsa uses her cryokinetics to swiftly intercept the floating on the naughty Wind the pages of the French Prince's scribbled missives to his friend King Agnarr.

The Ice Queen furiously glances around to make sure she hadn't missed any of the precious papers that the playful, chilly winds may have absconded with.

That's when her snow bedazzled eyes alight upon a certain small article which had sunk its approximate two inch hand-carved ivory conch shell and glass oval form onto the frosty ground.

Hans?!

From his indescribable celestial nose to his unmistakable handsome profile intricately carved in ivory shell, to the inexpressibly brilliant titian red hair sealed within the glass backing of the artisan crafted pendant pin, Elsa could not have been more elated to hold the prized cameo in her hand.

By now on her knees rather unbefitting a Royal Queen of her stature, Elsa delicately scoops up in her cool hands the precious little item depicting her gorgeous Danish Prince. The small cameo had been carved and painted to evocative perfection by some artistically talented hands in the romantic Italian style, in the likeness of her beloved fiancé.

Bruni, as if sensing her mood shift to be of the more passionate nature, was suddenly at Elsa's side to give her some extra light to see in the dusky dark.

'Thank you.' The powerful North Winter Queen mouths to the tiny little Fire spirit whose mirror reflective warmer that she had designed earlier to be energized with his innate fire to emit shared warmth, was now also serving as a traveling lamp.

Barely able to tear her eyes away from the gorgeous profile cameo, Elsa sees in Bruni's flickering light in the dark how the precious memento had been secretly clipped to one of the Frenchman's diary pages.

Well-written missives that were now obvious to her to be not in some stranger's penmanship, but in her dearest Southern Isles Prince's fine strong writing hand. And the pages appeared not to be reports, nor diary entries, at all.

But they were rather a collection of letters addressed to herself as penned by her beloved hero, her älskare Hans Westergaard himself.

Several minutes go by, as a stunned Queen Elsa of Arendelle remains knelt down in the snow of the dusky polar night, trying not to tremble as she flips through the diary of letters she was keeping dry on her lap.

Prince Ferdinand must have had stealthily collected the naval journal and bound together the loose pages with the cameo pendant brooch. The clever Frenchman, probably with the intention for the handsome Danish Prince to gift it to Queen Elsa upon her birthday, had somehow contracted the cameo of Hans on their journey here, most likely where artists who made this type of jewelry keepsake popular, on the Italian coast, perhaps.

Unable to refrain from her musing curiosity getting the better of her any longer, as Gale tickles over her shoulder to flip open the bound diary under Bruni's inherent glow, Elsa skims each page with utmost attentiveness…


'My Dearest Elsa, Though you are probably unaware of what incredible request from the Admiral for my shore leave return which has transpired between myself and your sister Anna's correspondence, I write this to you with the foreknowledge that you will not receive it before I arrive… scores of other letters recounting my daily life…the future…settled…God willing…Anna's letter…imminent birthday event…21 December…my expedient arrivalimpending conversation with your father…face-to-face meeting…transferred command of the Nidaros…Tonight we leave Tranquebar to begin an ambitious excursion… overland route…my new itinerant companion, Prince Ferdinand of Orleans… back to Arendelle…my zealous heart … too enthusiastic… my dreams of you and I in wedded rapture…soon to be realized…my hidden moon…you have ever and all my love…Your devoted Hans…11 November'


'My Darling…I feel something terribly amiss in the north where you are… the yearning in my heart so intense…I love you, Elsa Bernadotte, as I have never loved any before, and never will again...As your father King Agnarr requested…Princess Anna insisted...I promise I will be there with you to celebrate your birthday, my darling… stay for that first Christmas… the only Christmas gift I will ever need…Your Prince Hans…14 November'


'Min Kæreste Elsa...Crown Prince Ferdinand prefers I call him 'Egalité'…avant-garde character…We are currently at a French Expeditionary outpost to change horses and perspiration-drenched clothing…We now chart a course along the River Kaveri…May God bless and watch over you and your family…Your devoted fiancé Hans…15 November'


'My Precious min ædle… I would feel remiss in not relaying to you…the complete full account of my indiscretion…I was dotingly attended by three ladies in a brothel…venom of a poisonous spider on the road of our swift journey…house of ill repute… tender nurses, nothing more…I pray that you believe … adoring and loving only you, from the day you accepted my hand in matrimony, until the last one I spend on earth…Elsa, min ædle… ever constant and true, as you deserve nothing less…Your loving, grateful and humbled Hans18 November, 1841'


'My Darling Elsa...Bengal Tiger territory... alone and restless… road trip … foreign sights and sounds… splendor of nature pales in comparison to your entrancing eyes… With all my deepest love and affection, Hans Christian Alexander Westergaard20 November'


'My Elsa...We have transferred…steam propelled paddler named the 'Berenice'…record time… resist the charm and lure with every fiber of my being… deserving of you, min kaereste... all the seven seas together are not wide nor deep enough to stop me! Until that blessed day we meet again, Your devoted Hans Westergaard, 26 November'


After wildly scanning the many pages' lengthy content, wanting to relish them all, but too overcome right now and with little time in the flickering light, Elsa holds his cologne fragrant missives beneath her cute little nose to drink in his rich scent.

You wrote all these for me, Hans? All this trouble you have gone to, all the places you've been and seen with the sole intention to please me? You have been dreaming about me just as much that I have been fantasizing of you, my love? How could I ever have doubted how lucky a woman I am?! Someone loves me so much to have faced such danger and difficulties, simply to attend my birthday celebration? You hold me so special, my beautiful knight?

The emotional moisture behind her azure blue orbs was only abated so that Elsa could read her Hans' words clearly. Greedily she again drinks in one favorite part of her lover's romantic addresses, written in his naval diary for her eyes alone as she savors each word:

'Good night for now, my precious Snowflake. May I selfishly aspire for your dreams to be of me tonight? I can assuredly say that you will be the heavenly body of mine. God bless and keep you safe, Elsa, as I prepare to embark tomorrow to cross the first of two oceans that stand between us, with exactly one moon left until your special day…'

"Thank you for loving me, Hans…I, too, am counting the days…"

Elsa whispers, biting her lip so as not to cry. She was addressing both her absent Hans, who felt so very nearby through his love letters, and the hand of God who believed in second chances to bring his love near to her. Elsa felt so completely adored and spoiled as tears of joy spill unkempt on pages she never meant to smudge.

Lifting the embossed profile carved in relief to Gale's just as satisfied gust, Elsa gazes at the beautiful man with the stunning profile in her new cameo.

With a cool kiss to the ivory carving, the Ice Queen pins the cameo over her heart within the white fur of her blue velvet ice jewel studded gown. Then her eyes gaze out over the crystalline white landscape, bright and sparkling with the optimistic future awaiting her beyond the valley below as they travel southward and eventually home to Arendelle.

There, her brave and noble Prince Hans, who loved her so completely and cherished her so heartfully, as the countless words of those love letters inscribed, would surely come to see her again just as he promised for her Birthday ball.

A hopeful Elsa would wait forever for her handsome love to sweep her off her feet to make beautiful new memories, together…

"You okay up there, big Sisty? We found a hamper basket of food Johanne had packed for you and Alonso in his sled totally preserved –" Anna begins to explain all the excitement of the hungry travelers at the lucky find.

"Chariot! How many times I have you it's not a sled or carriage, little Jengibre (Ginger)? My vehicle is called a chariot!" Especially irritable when hungry, Prince Alonso snaps at the ignorant younger Arendelle Princess testily after a starving Anna had ransacked his beloved vehicle Kristoff had hauled in.

"Right, right, right. Touchy, touchy." The ginger young woman smirks sardonically, rolling her not so tactful eyes at the grouchy foreign Prince. "Come down and eat some of these yummy cheese wedges Gerda and Johanne churned, with this mouthwatering smoked sausage you love! It's all still good because the whole cha-ri-ot was frozen solid!" Zipping back and forth on Sven, energetic Anna loudly proclaims right in Alonso's deafened ears. The displeased, shellshocked Prince, upon further inspection, was frowning over his interior plush velvet drenched, crackled paint chipped chariot coach's poor state of ruin.

The hungry group had paused to gather some nourishing food from the basket they found in Alonso's chariot from the hamper full of frozen goodies before they travel down the glacier crevasse to the green lichen uncovered Svartisen Valley below. It was still cold in this northern region, but no longer so bitterly engulfed in a fierce blizzard where the horses were peacefully grazing.

"You'd better hurry before Kristoff eats it all! He's a growing boy who needs to eat hearty to be in tiptop shape for the tournament tomorrow!" Anna slaps another toasted sausage and cheese sandwich in front of her big boy with the big appetite over the sizzling fire. Boninite, at intelligent Kai's idea of using her flickering to life, flaming tail with the natural Troll fire crystal to light the campfire Kristoff had erected.

Bonnie was fascinating Olaf with her fire abilities, under Eliana's not so friendly, jealous gaze for a change.

"Eat more meat to build muscle mass, you veggie-man!" Reading in the Arendelle Gazette somewhere about a manly diet of red meat providing muscle energy and vigor - though fatty sausage hardly was example of a rich source of high biological value protein and essential nutrients. Whereas, her unmanly blondness fella often preferred raw carrots to anything.

Queen Mess Chef Anna confiscates Kristoff's half chewed on carrot and slaps a roll of the smoked sausage in his large hand instead.

"ELSA! Your cold lunch is getting warm!" Anna takes a big juicy chomp of the swiped carrot before Anna hands the rest of it to a slobbering Sven the reindeer as all three friends symbiotically share in the frosted orange root snack.

"Ewgh, gross." With his nose up in the air, Alonso comments snidely with his nose up in the air at the dizzy trio disdainfully as he pecks delicately at his congealed sausage chunk, piece of stale bread and moldy cheese like a finicky bird.

"I'll be right there in a minute, Anna!" Elsa guiltily squirrels Hans' handwritten unsent letters away back into the French Legionnaire issue folder that Ferdinand had passed to the Arendelle Queen. That was before he joined the underground adventurers in their courageous fight to defeat the Devil Troll what seemed ages ago now.

My heroic Hans stopped that Djaevlen fiend for our nation…

"Why's your face all red, Elsie? I thought the cold doesn't bother you anyway." As she dishes out some freshly seared, smoked sausage rounds, the younger Princess presses a makeshift plateful of the warm vittles over to her flustered sister when Elsa finally appears at the base of the receding glacier's terminal moraine with her eyebrow raised at Anna's calling her 'Elsie.'

"—I mean, El-sa." Anna sheepishly corrects, noticing her sister's dislike for the diminutive.

Since your birthday's coming up in a few days…

"She was busy reading something in that folder that nice Prince Ferdinand gave her at the Snow Palace. Mama Iduna makes the best oatmeal cookies! Yum Yum mmmmmm." Olaf tattles quite innocently as he was blissfully chewing on some warmed oatmeal cookies and baked apple chips that Gerda had sliced so thin that they were crispy.

It seemed that Olaf's swaying attentions were being vied over by snowgirl Eliana and Fire Troll Bonnie who were tripping over one another to serve an indecisive Olaf the cooked sausages, bread, cookies and baked apple slices.

"Ooh! Did that juicy report the Frenchman was snitching to Papa say something scandalous about Hans crossing those no man's lands and the untamed seas? What did that Red do? Thievery? Pirating? Women? Cannibalism?!" Imagination up here on the dark mountaintop around a campfire gone wild at Hans' expense, Anna giggles in glee, her pitch rising with each suggestion. She was salivating to hear all the shocking details of all the dirt her favorite ex-fiancé/once enemy/attention rival may have dredged up on his worldly travels between here and far-flung Tranquebar, India with his sophisticated new friend of an insider mole unbeknownst spying all the while.

Anna chomps the rest of her sausage and cheese sandwich in one big bite.

"Anna! Hans is a Prince!" Aghast at the outlandish accusations, Elsa gasps at her saucy sibling, her hand inadvertently grasping at her new cameo pin of that certain handsome, infallible to her eyes Prince in question hiding in the folds of her furry breast mantle.

"Now don't be upsetting your big sister with your foolish notions, Missy. Just because you've stood in as Queen for your big sister before and are a married lady now, doesn't mean you don't have to behave yourself, little Anna Bjorgman. Queen Elsa has every right to feel a little winded after her ordeal and subsequently this wondrous voyage she had undertaken to facilitate on our behalf with her magic powers. Poor dear must be drained dry. You just go back to tending the apple chips before you scorch them, young lady. I don't wonder your pale cheeks are rosy, Your Majesty." Eternal optimist/responsible maternal figure Gerda protectively pats Elsa's mussed platinum blonde hair strands back place as the caring older woman draws the pair of sisters away from the keen eared menfolk in a confidential whisper.

"Sowrwry. Just teasing my favorite target. My bad. Hans is our superhero saint now, right Elsa?" Anna rolls her eyes as she reaches out to touch her sister's hand in sincere admission of guilt. "I mean…he's our guy." As the effervescent girl 'apologizes' in between chewing, she notices the polished ivory shell and glass cameo clutched at chagrined Elsa's heaving breast.

But for once Anna doesn't blurt out a word, proving she has matured in ways of the heart as she simply laces her fingers into Elsa's encouragingly over Hans' cameo profile and lock of red titian hair.

"The cheese we churned back home with Johanne is really good melted on the rye bread Gerda and I just toasted! Kinda like the ones we had in Egeskov. You remember those yummy hors d'oeuvres with the blueberry bacon jam?" Bringing up recent culinary memories of visiting Hans' homeland – the place where Elsa and the Prince of the Southern Isles had become engaged - the ginger haired girl brings her quiet sister a grilled cheese sandwich Kristoff delivered to her as peace-offering.

"Everything we had there was delicious…" Elsa responds sentimentally, gazing with fondness down at a certain stunning profile so artfully captured in ivory relief as she nibbles at the evocative sandwich Anna had sweetly rustled up for her.

Boninite had fired up the burner for Gerda to grill a second batch to warm up their hungry tummies before they prepare to set off on their journey again.

"Oh, yes. Fine dining cuisine and table setting for the visiting royal emissary you've been totally ignoring. He even gets served last! Lento, Estable and I give this restaurant only two stars." Craving more attention than he usually commanded with a snide smirked remark, Alonso gripes from where he had been sitting pretty all alone draped across his chariot between his pair of Criollo steeds. All three turned up their snobby noses at every offered treat except for the few carrots the horses and Sven and Kristoff were all vying for.

"Well, when we get back to Arendelle, Mister, get ready to be wined and dined like never before for my sister, the Queen of Arendelle's 25th birthday celebration Masquerade Ball! Won't that be a blast, Elsa?! You love getting dolled up pretty in costume! Maybe you can be an angel with filmy ice wings! Or a period piece fairytale Princess with a big poofy gown that trails all over the floor! You're sure to be the belle of the ball, whatever you choose to wear, birthday girl! Birthday countdown time!" Trying to get Elsa in a celebratory frame of mind, lively Anna felt she needed to cheer her fashionable sister up from mooning over that Danish darling who left without a concrete message to say he would indeed be there for Elsa's important event in three short days' time.

After all the trouble Mama and I went through to drag him here! Yeesh!

But Anna needn't have worried, for Elsa was already soaring on cloud nine, assured her handsome Prince would move Heaven and earth to arrive as promised in many secret love letters kept pressed to her heart, right alongside his stunning profile cameo likeness.


"'Holy holy holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee.'"

"Oh what a glorious bright sunshiny morning to be alive, min älskare!" Vibrant Queen Iduna pauses in her spinto lyrical soprano hymn from where she had been holding tight onto her Ice King husband upon his created ice sled.

Affectionately Iduna massages Agnarr's shoulders, pressing her warm, thick fur coat body to his thankfully returned to full human form.

Yes, the King of Arendelle may have possessed supernatural gifts with the ice and cold, but that didn't mean he had to look like an ice cube in the shape of a man all the time.

Although, your so very enviable fine physique was rather deliciously on display in those moments I glimpsed you in your full ice form, my gorgeous man. Mmm-mmm, good.

The yet frisky middle-aged woman runs her elegant hands up and down her man's cool chest on his velvet tunic of his kingly Royal Naval Sjoforsvaret uniform he had reverted to in the aftermath of the battle.

There her warm hands seemed to have the most effect as she sang in his enraptured ears to keep Agnarr calm and grounded at all times on their swift ice sled journey. Iduna had become his eyes and ears and navigator now that a reinvigorated Wind Whisperer Ragi and his faithful wolf Holger had left to rejoin the Snow Queen.

Together they would undertake the building of her new realm in the South Pole to keep tighter watch over the captured wicked demon Prince Hans would make sure to bury in the depths of a fathomless ice cage for the next millennia. Young Ice Queen Elsa would be entrusted to monitor the now peaceful Northern Hemisphere's winters in her place.

You have proven your ice magic and your elemental mastery worthy of such great responsibility, my Little Snow. Mama knew you were ready to show yourself and step into your powers…I'm so proud of you, Elsa….

"You indubitably appear to be enjoying our scenic landscape on this voyage, my love." Though he was still feeling a degree of weakness in body, faintness of head and extremely dimmed eyesight, King Agnarr sensed his wife's pleased state of mind. He too was contented to have been given the chance at life yet again – a third chance to cherish his loved ones that the King would strive to not muddle again - by a merciful Heavenly Father above. "Alas, I cannot equally proclaim the vagaries of my view to be as stunningly picturesque as you seem to be witnessing at the moment." He mildly complains with a wry simper as the hazy at best vision his recent near-death experience in surviving the Djvælen Trollden's inferno.

Behind them, Colonel Egalité and Captain Schmidt had been sharing the ride on Svala the flying reindeer's back, keeping pace with the Ice King and his Queen as the Norwegian sovereign's magical ice slide had ushered the liberated Fire Trolls to be reintroduced as citizens of his nation with the other members of the Troll Valley back home in Trollheimen.

"It is not only your dear Lady wife enjoying the view from up here, Sir. I too must admit to have been extolling the lush paysage (vista) decouvre (view) for these many beauteous kilometers myself, Admiral Bernadotte." Prince Ferdinand's thick Français voice accentuates with intentionally amorous words that he associated to describe his own curvaceous riding companion seated in front of him.

The Legionnaire rogue definitely was enjoying the view as he scanned the striking-eyed raven haired guardswoman's sleek arrière and tight fesses (rear and buttocks) for the thousandth time during their cozy passage.

Captain Cassandra Schmidt rolls her eyes, feeling his lecherous ones burning holes in her backside. Her companion's constant flirtations and wandering hands had grown more annoying as the day wore on and the serious woman's worries for her friend Princess Rapunzel back home increased.

Maybe having a background in her youth spent in a convent made the rebellious girl not have much patience left for praying, but deep inside she still believed in a Higher Power enough to offer a heartfelt supplication for her best friend in Prussia's welfare.

If You're listening, God, see that Raps makes it through this childbirth to give her that life after happily ever after family she's been dreaming of for so long…Hopefully that slacker Fitzherbert made it back in time to be of some use…And maybe You can somehow let Varian know I rely on him to have my back. After all that preparation training, I know he's got it in him to not let either of us down.

Cassandra recognized that Rapunzel's difficult twin pregnancy was at its due date, and she, as the Princess' handmaiden/ best friend was too far away to do anything to help now but pray.

But Cassandra had come to rely on a certain clever young man, who through trial and battle and hardship had become one of loner girl's most dependable of friends. Maybe even more than that now after Cass returned from her vacation in the Far East and before she left for this crazy mission to bring Fitzherbert's cousin North.

Together she and the tall young alchemist studied scientific medical research into modern birthing procedures in their shared anxiety to be ready for anything. And maybe, just maybe, a bond that ran deeper the more intimately steadfast and trustworthy their working relationship became was building.

"Careful with the eyes, Monsieur. And remember what I said I would do with the hands." With a warning touch to her easily produced dagger at her weapon belt, prickly Lady Cassandra makes it abundantly clear over her shoulder to the flirty Parisian that his roving gazes – nor ticklish fingers, for that matter – were not welcome.

Sure, Ferdinand's persuasive kiss down in those dark catacombs in the sultry stifling heat of battle may have been intoxicating to the then winded young lady. But the tough as nails swordswoman had regained her logic and balance and senses in the light of day by now to bat off his frisky advances from where the Prince of Orlèans sat in the saddle behind her lead.

"You had better watch your step, Egalitè. It sounds to me like you're getting a tad rusty with the ladies, old friend. It is always far better to show them the utmost respect they richly deserve." His keen hearing making up for any cloudy vision, as a man, Agnarr would have to have been half blind not to know how this saucy handmaiden of his Prussian niece, Rapunzel, was not so taken in by the dashing French Crown Prince's romantic wiles like other females were typically.

"Touché, Admiral. My Helena oft warns me of the same. We can all only hope to be as fortunate as you, to be so adored still by your yet stunningly lovely Swedish bride after, what is it, twenty-five years of blissful matrimony? Mon Dieu! (My God!) I shudder at the thought, mon ami. Pardone, Madame Bernadotte." The charming 29-year-old French Crown Prince awards Queen Iduna with a churlish wink and roguish smile under his wavy brown coif that he then flashes liberally back over his broad shoulder to the dark-haired young woman.

"Twenty-seven years, three-hundred fifty-one days blessed with my Northuldran seraph, my friend." Counting the days and recognizing Iduna's kept secret native roots, King Agnarr smiles in his blindness up to the one and only woman he'd ever loved. She had pulled his unworthy fat from the fire too many times over those years of true love marriage for him to tally.

"And here I thought I was the only one who counted the number of days. That's quite a tally to be proud of, my Crown Prince, Queen Iduna." General Destin Mattias comes up from where he had been self-assigned to watch over the tribe of Fire Trolls, as the faithful guardsman now scouting out the area like a good soldier.

"The years melt like butter, making our cake all the richer, Lieutenant." With a caressed arm around his chuckling wife, sentimental Agnarr waxes poetic to his dear friend whom the King knew had a comparable loyalty and affinity for his own bakery sweetie back home in Arendelle.

"What an attractive concept for your own bride patiently waiting for you in France, Colonel Egalitè. How many years have you under your belt with your ball and chain?" Cassandra makes the sarcastic swipe at the man with the debonair moustache riding in the seat behind her.

"Whoa!"

In teasing response to this cat and mouse game she was subconsciously enjoying, a smirking Cassandra urges Svala to make a sudden swooped decline to rattle the self-admitted roué off his high horse.

Nonetheless, learning not to invade her safe space, Ferdinand sanctions his tongue and hands. The physically fit Frenchman manages to hold tight to the reindeer's saddle straps rather than make any bodily contact that he instinctively knew would set this dark-haired hellcat's hot temper afire.

Acknowledging she won this round in keeping his hands off at great length, Cassandra rewards her, at times trying, other times attractive, flight companion with a vixenish smirk.

Alluring as you may be, you've got to learn I'm not the type to play around with.

What I want I'll take and keep.

"I believe we have led the last of the freed Fire Trolls here to Trollheimen, Your Majesties. But the Captain, Colonel and I will double check, if there may be any elderly stragglers left at the crevasse base." Dutiful as ever a good and proper soldier should be, well aware that slowness came with age – or so I've heard from some of my fellow Enchanted Forest refugees – fit and ready General Mattias reports to his leader with a smile, just like the old days.

"We will fly over head to secure the area, Sir." As Captain of thee Corona Guard, Cassandra respectfully recognized the similarly dashing and sophisticated, but legions more domesticated, General of the Arendellean Army, as well as King Agnarr's authority as the responsible leader of this mission.

"Thank you for keeping me informed, Captain Schmidt. My Queen and I will ascend the peak on my cold mountain breezes to inform the Troll elder of our arrival before we escort the Rock Trolls down to here from their Troll encampment above. If the three of you please can monitor and see to the needs of our new friends while they rest here before starting their climb up the ice staircase I will create for them, until I send notice for you to join us?" Already strategically thinking ahead and not wanting to storm in without notice with the hundreds of Fire Trolls after the terror the Rock Trolls went through that chased them up this mountainside, King Agnarr shows his leadership as a ruling monarch that Mattias, Cassandra and Egalité respected.

"You can rely on us, Admirale Bernadotte."

And with that, King Agnarr accepts Egalité and Cassandra's affirmation as he shares nods with General Mattias who was on the ground leading several of the older members of the Fire Trolls towards the mountaintop. The lost tribe of Igneous Trolls were cautiously, but hopefully, peeking around the abandoned Rock Troll cave housings, starting to get a feel of the home and hearth built on the outskirts of the village there.

"Let us go speak to GranPabbie, my love. Come. This way?" Eager Agnarr was ready and rearing to travel up the steep Trollheimen Mountain to converse with the leader of the Rock Trolls he had come to know and respect over the years of their shared stewardship of the lands.

"More like, this way. Just follow the sound of my voice, min älskare." Iduna chuckles lightly as she re-steps dainty feet upon her husband's created ice sled that the half blind man had been directionally confused to have been heading to scale straight up the wrong hilly peak.

The older Queen of Arendelle starts to sing as she boldly moves forward to the edge of his projected ice and takes lead point of her fairly sightless man. The spirited woman of nature had great trust her lover would blindly follow her lead and continually use his cryokinetics to create enough ice to keep them both aloft.

Iduna smiles as her gaze was lovingly upon her mate. Iduna always trusted the playful elements that chose the special young girl above all others since she was born, as she recalls with exhilaration the similar feeling of rising on Wind swept leaves in the air weightlessly. That was from that destined moment when she first set beguiled eyes upon her young Prince, even as his ice now proficiently climbed the craggily ledges and ridge protrusions to rise up the precipitous high-altitude.

"'Holy holy holy! Merciful and mighty! All Thy works shall praise Thy Name, in earth, and sky, and sea.'" Adventurous Iduna begins again to sing encouragement in low tones for her husband's keen ear to pick up. Blind King Agnarr follows her visual guide up the steep mountainside, as the couple moves quite a distance away from Mattias and the Fire Trolls below.

In awe of the majesty and romance of this adventure, Iduna smiles as just the two of them, together, hand in hand, quickly ascend the sky. The woman was so proud of her Agnarr's determined spirit in adversity that she was just about to praise his iron will, when something they encounter high near the top of the rise might cause the plucky woman to change her mind on the matter.

"Eek!" Hardly expecting to be waylaid on the peaceful route to see old friends, usually collected Queen Iduna nearly jumps out of her edgy skin at the emerging sight of the humongous humanlike creature that had been previously frozen in place leaning so silently against the mountain tip that it appeared just be part of the scenery.

"Iduna!? What is it?!" The cloudy eyed Norwegian King could not make out in the snowblind mists what was going on when his Queen's sweet song was punctuated by her high-pitched soprano shriek. He was only able to respond by pulling her into a tight embrace under a quick dome shield of covered ice.

"VARðA! (HALT!)" Again speaking in ancient Old Norse, that intimidating twenty foot tall, sparsely clothed, long legged, hip shapely, large breast endowed Warrior Valkyrie in her voluptuous curass bust armor, a scanty subligaculum covered by meager ice leather pteruges rises to her elegant enchanted high heel leather greaves and boots to block their path entry.

"I think I should be asking you that question, your Royal Majesty. I sincerely doubt our Elsa would have been the one to create such – shall I say, extremely detailed by a masculine eye's standards in certain sectors from the anatomical looks of it – figure of skaldic mythology that has enthralled and aroused many men to avidly study in depth, imagination afire, over the centuries their ancient Eddic history. Is there anyone else I know with ice magic abilities who fits that voyeuristic description?" The small Queen mother asks with an accusatory raised eyebrow at her guilty faced historian of a hubby. She takes a purposeful, liberated female step off his ice sled to declare a standoffish distance. "What was that I heard before about respecting women?"

"Iduna… I…" Beset with shame, Agnarr swallows hard. He attempts to construct some feasible answer to his wife's unspoken allegation of his mental infidelity the poor man heard loud and clear, without even having to witness her flaring eyes in anger.

But Iduna's resentment just as quickly evaporates after the petite woman looks up into the too-sweet-to-be-a-goddess-warrior face of the sword wielding Valkyrie and sees a familiar reflection beneath the large-chested woman's long flowing tresses.

"You modeled your imaginary skaldic Valkyrie warrioress in my likeness, Agnarr?" The dark brown haired little Queen levels her accusing monotone query at her chastised mate with softer indigo eyes he could not see. Her stifled chuckle was muffled by a hand over her mouth, as it was all she could do to constrain her merriment.

"Well… not… exactly…my lovely, munificent Queen… None could ever measure to your beauty and splendor I treasure above all else." The caught speechless King was trying to weigh his best tact for getting out of the sticky situation most advantageously by waxing a touch poetic.

"Hmmm…? You always have the right words when you need them, don't you, Agnarr Bernadotte? Although, I must admit to be somewhat flattered you imagined me in such a risqué costume, though she is certainly more endowed in some areas where I am rather lacking…" Iduna dangles the kittenish opening for her distraught man to regain his confidence she had almost flattened with a single cutting word.

"Get back, you two—Huh?! Whoa." Mattias had run halfway up the trail at the sight of the ice monster at the cliff top accosting his people. But as Hjörþrimul the twenty foot tall and well-breasted Ice Valyrie turns her sweet ice constructed face to the anxious General, the slick older man got the full picture of who created whom. "Better you than me in explaining this, my Crown Prince." The dark-skinned soldier says to himself in amusement as he returns down the mountain at a slower pace, laughing all the while at man's insatiable ability to continually step in it.

"Iduna, you lack nothing! This mere creation of a faulted man hails from old Norse mythology, my flower, where this level of… lusty endowment…was more favored than it is now in our properly conservative era. Whilst your lithe petite figure has been created by the good Lord above with ample degree of heavenly perfection, upon your face holds the eyes of doves." Hiding behind the Victorian sensibilities that ruled the day, citing the Holy Bible truth and banking on his wife's good humor to win the day, a truly repentant King Agnarr smiles. He gazes upon his dear wife in his fluttering eye dim sight with an entreated blush that Iduna found absolutely adorable.

"Since you put it that persuasive way, min älskare, You. Are. Forgiven." With a teasing tapped finger to his tall nose, his creased forehead and both of his flushed cheeks with each syllable, Iduna ends her King's self-torture with a gracious glowing smile that finally lands a passionate kiss on his parched-dry-for-being-caught-red-handed lips.

"My 'lithe petite figure' will no doubt demand for you to make up for this infraction later when we return to Arendelle Castle, my King." She provocatively breathes out with the frosted ice puffed condensation passing between their hot and cold breaths.

"Like a listless ship, I am at your command to steer me right from now on, my songful seraph." Blind Agnarr pets the silky brown hair of his real-life fantasy woman, reveling in her warm tender kisses pressed to his cool hands that didn't require sight to slide down her pleasingly soft features.

"I know, minn Konungr. (My King). I know." Showing off some her own linguistic knowledge of the Old Norse her husband was so enamored of, Iduna smiles at the influence she held over this prominent man with just one pouty countenance from her.

"Hrøkkva, Hjörþrimul.(Stand down, sword warrioress.)" Feeling quite empowered, a well enunciating Queen Iduna turns her head to give the order to the monstrously tall sword warrior woman whose icy, self-assured smile mirrored her real-life inspiration.

"Já, minn Dróttning. (Yes, my Queen.)" Ice Hjörþrimul instantly recognized and obeys the authoritative little woman and allows the pair to pass on the Ice King's sled into the encampment at the Trollheiman summit. She had been left to keep out any strangers to protect the Rock Trolls at the King's request from the Djvælen Trollden's attacks and the magmaite menaces that had spewed from the fissures all around with her sword of ice ready to slice asunder any attacker in battle.

So now that her duty was done, her Master and Mistress giving her leave, the ice Valkyrie could now fade back into the mists of legend.

"Agnarr. You really imagined tiny me as a tall, powerful warrior Valkyrie?" Iduna whispers in her lover's ear as they quickly slide along on his ice further up to the top of the tall, air-thinning peaceful mountain peak where a village filled with significant round boulders that slept by day were congregated.

"I'll be only too glad to illustrate some other of my wild fantasies of you, my Muse." With heads bent together, Agnarr and Iduna share a flirty, conjugal laugh on the cool mountain peak. Then the reconciled couple settles down within the folds of each other to wait in the romantic sunset, embracing while they survey how well his Ice Valkyrie protector had done her duty these past weeks from the peaceful look of the place.

"You are as naughty as your little Gingersnap Anna, when it comes to this sort of things, Agnarr. And we don't even have the excuse of being newlyweds, min älskare. Although sitting out here, watching the sun set, wrapped together as one in our beautiful land, this does feel like our honeymoon tour all over again. Wouldn't it be nice sometimes to return to nature and live out here rather than be cooped up behind those thick castle rock walls?" Gazing off in the distance to her Enchanted native homeland, dreamy Iduna - who had been born to roam these wild outdoors and had experienced far too much being 'cooped up' of late - first chastises her frisky man. Then she snuggles closer to hear his warm heartbeat where she was patiently perched on his lap in a cuddle, where they determined to wait for the Rock Trolls to soon awaken at nightfall.

"Yes…ehem…Speaking of which…" The Ice King, during in his dire situation in the Devil's catacomb and following blindness aboveground, had been prayerfully contemplating something quite relevant to the future of his nation, but couldn't quite put the idea of such scope his mind had not yet settled into words properly, even to the other half of his heart. Not just yet.

So he returns to speaking more on present terms to the beloved wife on his lap. "Once we accustom the Fire Trolls to be settled with their kin here tonight, what say you if I propose we return North to meet our children halfway on their journey traveling south to Arendelle? Just so I could lend any help to speed along their return voyage home, and perhaps spend some valued family time in the process. Not that I don't trust Elsa and Anna's resolve on their own, they have proven to be extremely capable young women who do not require their Papa so much anymore. But I recall how trying traveling with Minister Kai can be. And after all, we must ensure the girls arrive home in time for that celebratory Birthday Ball you have planned for our Elsa in just two days time. I'm certain all those prestigious…guests…we invited will be disappointed if the Birthday Queen, the guest of honor, is absent." Again introspective on some other heady subject, the blond-ginger haired father ponders aloud to his wife as they comfortably lounge arm in arm on a soft pillow of snow he created and laid his jacket upon.

That was so as not to freeze Iduna's little rump that was far more pleasingly petite than the Valkyrie Hjörþrimul's ample curves to King Agnarr anyday.

"But how will we know exactly where they are by now? Elsa no doubt is utilizing the Snow Queen's — pardon me, her Northern Winter Queen's, still must get used to that title! — flying carriage entourage, and we most likely will not spot it at such high altitude. It could be anywhere between Svalbard and Arendelle. We don't even know when they left the Snow Palace to make any judgment guess." The intelligent Queen Mother speaks with down-to-earth logic that seemed out of place in this whimsical fantasy of lounging in her lover's arms atop one of the country's tallest mountain peaks, waiting for magic Trolls to stir awake by moonlight.

"I could put up pretense to have significant clairvoyance, my love. But the honest man in me — after being justifiably schooled moments ago — feels compelled to remind you that there was a certain letter of invitation by appointment only to the Mountain Man Ice Harvester's Winter Tournament that is at its finale this weekend. As I recall, our Anna's young man had an interest in participating in the Winter Games so much, she and I intended to deliver the invitation before all this madness began." The still quite debonair King thoughtfully strokes his moustache, his memory always quite sharp as his intellect.

"Yes, that's right, it's still going on the weekend before Christmas, knowing those indomitable Ice Harvesters! You are brilliant, min stilig älskling! (my handsome sweetheart) You really believe we will meet them all there?! Ooh, why do I have the sneaking feeling you have something further up your sleeve, Agnarr?" With excitement behind her eyes, Iduna responds as she raises her head from where it was pleasantly snuggled to her husband's chest.

"I don't see how I could. For I believe you are sitting on both sleeves of my tunic, Iduna, my dearest one." Refreshed by this time spent just calmly conversing with his bride, the King smirks, reverting to his superior tone. "Tomorrow marks the final tournament of the race. I'm sure our girls will be there competing with that overly lacquered, suped-up, special black sleigh of that dirt covered blond boy of Anna's we left them in the charge of up there." Though his eyesight was still impaired, Iduna was glad to see her husband's mind still in good humor and engaged in thinking about his children. Her Agnarr was again increasingly eager in wishing to be involved after his great struggle with that abomination that would have doused many a weaker man's spirit.

"His name is 'Kristoff', not 'Boy'! Oh, Agnarr, you are incorrigible! But perhaps that is one of the countless reasons I am still madly in love with you! You know how I have always longed to bring our girls on a proper family vacation up here in the north county mountains so precious to me." Iduna's conversation under the bright moon flits from one subject to the next, almost as fast as her heart racing for her amazing man and the incredible family he gave her.

"I know how a part of this land you are, Iduna. And now Elsa and Anna, too, through you, my native beauty. That makes me love my nation all the more." Agnarr whispers back in her hair, embracing his lover close - as he vowed to himself in that terrible dark cave where he thought he'd not make it out – he would for eternity.

Soon, the Rock Trolls start to roll out of their makeshift tents in the falling full twilight hours for King Agnarr to eloquently explain how stellar successful this mission's outcome was, the land was now safe and back at peace. And after he gave credit totally owed to his daughter Queen Elsa's vision and pure heart which defeated the Devil Troll monster, the proud Arendelle King informed the Rock Troll villagers that they would have some surprise relations coming to stay, too.

The pleasant Trolls, under King Agnarr's advice and GranPabbie's wise counsel, were soon just as exuberant to be reacquainted with their long lost Fire Troll cousins. The Norwegian Ice King sends an ice crystal beacon up to signal to Mattias and the others to escort the Fire Trolls on the swifter path up the elevated mountain. The long-lost tribe of NIbelungs with Mattias in the lead and Ferdinand and Cassandra watching from the rear none were forgotten, then began to come by way of the ice step escalator the Ice King ingeniously instituted that ran from the Trollheiman mountain base to its peak earlier.

"We greet you in peace, cousins. Welcome to the Valley of Living Rock in this beautiful new era where our Creator had led us to live in harmony beside humankind and one another in this glorious bright future under the sky of Heaven together as one race from now on." With an ancient raised palm of generosity, the ancient shaman Rock Troll GranPabbie benevolently welcomes the feared 'Nibelungs' of old who had once betrayed their kind and massacred the entire race of Water Trolls in the Great Troll Wars of long ago.

The deep reddish, rough skinned, ebony-eyed, long tailed and clawed, pointy, orangy-red haired Fire Trolls could not have looked more frightening to the more rounded and plump, green and grey, bright-eyed Rock Trolls.

Even the friendliest among the Valley Trolls were reticent to approach the smaller, dark and fearful looking Fire Trolls when they first arrived up at the mountain peak, each Rock Troll Mama keeping her little ones shushed and hidden from even looking at the newcomers.

Then the hopeful Fire Troll mothers and fathers reacted in a similar fashion, their uncertainty turning to fear…

"Please, cousins. We are brethren. Let us embrace the future as friends as we welcome you as family to our homes." GranPabbie was good and wise and old enough to remember these frightened souls were the Rock Trolls' long lost brethren. They were refugees who needed a home now they had been liberated from the slavery that wicked Devil King Troll controlled them under for millennia. After all those years underground in the darkness, GranPabbie saw they needed guidance on how to live up aboveground now in the light of day. He recognized that was why the King had wisely brought this freed race of Trolls to their cousins.

So they could, as a whole people, learn to live side by side, in the same land, the same village, the same home, day and night, and teach them to cohabitate as they were intended since the beginning, now in a brotherly peace at last.

As King Agnarr and Queen Iduna stand proudly beside GranPabbie and the elder Rock Trolls, they watch Bulda and Cliff encourage Kristoff's friend, Little Rock with a small push.

Plucky and good-hearted, Little Rock was the first to be brave enough to walk up and shake the reddish mahogany pumice-like hand of one small, yet infinitely daring, Fire Troll boy about the same age.

After the two Troll boys share a quirky smile and compare their odd but similar thumbs up and funny toes, they break the tension filled silence with laughter and words neither understood, but would soon teach the other in friendship.

Like the floodgates held back by apprehension and fear had been opened, many of the other children break free to run up to one another in sociable greeting, finding a smile did more than anything to break any language barrier.

Soon more than a few of the adult Trolls let go of the ingrained prejudices taught to them since they were born with the fear and hatred passed down for generations. Even the eldest, most reluctant among them eventually follow the lead of their children to reach out and shake the odd shaped, yet similarly created hand of the Fire Troll next to them in peaceful harmony.

The generous and friendly Rock Trolls show their crystals that begin to glow with the sparkle of the Northern Lights and even share that magic shine with their Fire Troll cousins, whose own, real crystals at their tails start to remember how to sparkle without the Devil Troll's influence, under the blessed aurora borealis.

The charitable Rock Trolls now wholeheartedly welcome the new clan of Fire Trolls into their homes, into their families and into their hearts in the spirit of friendship and family as all together they return to the Troll Valley village below. It was a bond born of love's Trust, Encouragement, Nobility, Empathy, Righteousness, Inspiration, Truth and Yearning: the Tenerity that Queen Elsa's specially-sent snowflakes sprinkled down upon them.

That gentle feeling sweeps over the land where crystalline snowflakes sprinkled down over Rock Troll and Fire Troll, King and native Queen, foreign French Prince, dark-skinned General and Captain guardswoman alike with the last aurora borealis light of compassionate understanding that could bring all races together, if only they dared to believe in Love.

King Agnarr and Queen Iduna knew that special glow was filled with the complete unadulterated chaste emotion their Elsa could now embrace. And that was because of the unconditional love of God in this beautiful world He placed in her care and the supportive love in the wonderful family home her sister Anna had shown her could be real.

Now to complete this soulful trinity, Elsa had been introduced to another kind of true love she was just on the cusp of fully discovering.

The devoted love of her destined partner Prince Hans, in a fulfilled life that expanded her heart wide open when she learned to forgive the faulted man who found the courage to perfectly promise her his everything.

Arm in arm, the proud parents gaze up into the showering snowflake iridescence, aware that this magic was all due to the beautiful heart that beat in Harmony with all whom the new Winter Queen of the North undeniably cherished.

And throughout the sky, the sparkling elements that her Spirit of Harmony bound together dance a new song of undeniable true love that starts to play a symphony of lights over the entire countryside of this special land she pledged to fairly rule from now on…

'Love can't be denied
Love must have its way
Once it gets inside
Love is there to stay
Once you let your heart awaken
Love can't be denied'

An irresistible, pure song was so melodically clear now for all to hear echoing from the heart of the first gift of Iduna and Agnarr's amazing love – their magnificent daughter, Queen Elsa of Arendelle.

A young woman who surpassed her ordeal with a rainbow of virtues to shine more brilliantly than the aurora borealis itself.

And that special sparkle of the Northern Lights illuminate even brighter as far in the distance, Ice Queen Elsa counts the days until her eyes of love would meet her Hans' stunning green orbs again…


Greetings, Frozen friends!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter full of love letters, bittersweet memories and a message of triumphant freedom for the entire race of Trolls.

God bless all! For no matter what nation or race or gender separates us, we are all still born one Family in the Lord, and must love one another as brothers and sisters of His Light.

Love always, your Sister in Christ and Frozen Again friend,

HarukaKou

P.S. Please review this new romance novel full of true love that never ends! See you soon as Elsa's birthday Masquerade Ball draws near!


"Love can't be denied" – written by Alan Menken for 'Frozen'

Hjörþrimul – Valkyrie from the 'Prose Edda' book "Gylfaginning"