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"Frozen Again: 'Love Never Ends"
Act VIII
Chapter 6
"Days in the Sun"
Sunrise at Cliff and Bulda's Troll Valley cave home…
"Come away! Come away, my love, and I'll carry you over the sea. Come away, come away my love, and I'll make you as happy as me…" Kristoff Bjorgman had been singing a lullaby to his sleepy-eyed, pleased girl who finally had succumbed to slumber when even the Northern Lights had to concede.
"Hey, Baby. How's my trophy award-winning partner this fine morning?" With a tender kiss to her scruffy forehead, the blond man gazes down in the predawn glow where his totally askew bride was laying. Anna was all bare elbows and exposed knees draped over his similarly unclothed, muscle toned body on the bed of hay and feathers.
After all, every side of any bed they shared was Anna's.
Anna's normally tight orangey braids had totally come undone in the night – one wonders how – and her unkempt hair was a frizzy mass of ginger curls sticking up in every direction atop her carrot top head.
Anna yawns her big mouth wide right in Kristoff's face as the young woman unabashedly sits straight up. She uses Kristoff's sinewy tight body for leverage to inelegantly perch against her hunky husband's strapping bare pecs, abs, and anything that didn't get out of her clumsy way in between.
But in Kristoff's adoring eyes, his Anna could do not be any more beautiful than how she looked right now in the glistening first rays of the sunlight deliberately placed above the hay slab bed.
It was here where young Kristoff Bjorgman had spent many hours gazing above when he was supposed to be catching some much necessary zzz's.
But he was the type of curious child to stare up and wonder, never knowing that there would be such a great love waiting somewhere for him beyond the freedom of the skies.
"Mama…I'm gonna see Kristly today…please fix my hair pretty…" Anna murmurs dreamily after plopping back down to her pillow called Kristoff's lap.
"Sure, I'll have a go at it. But I'm definitely not your Mama, Baby. You are young! You are beautiful! And I want you so to be free…" Continuing his soft ballad just for her, sweet husband Kristoff accedes to his languorous wife's demands with a messy, all-thumbs pair of uneven ginger braids as result.
"Hmm? Is that you, Kristly? What are you doing in my bedroom?" The yet half-asleep, droopy-eyed girl obviously was not a morning person as she props her elbow up on his ripped thigh musculature and lets out one last snore before dropping back asleep totally with her frizzed hair draped all over his eight pack abs that sets a ticklish Kristoff giggling.
"Hee hee hee. Good question, Feistypants." The nickname never more true, the blond ice harvester chuckles at his punch-drunk silly morning wife whom he still, even after sharing many early morning rendezvous, never tired of her cute, bumpy awakening ritual.
Slowly feeling his way down to just the right spot, Kristoff, as a proper husband, gets back into the swing of adding his daily tease for his lazy, drooling mouth open wife to spur her to come to full consciousness.
PINCH!
"Ouchy!" Anna squeaks wide-awake now when Kristoff's massive mischievous fingers playfully pinch her peachy –
SLAP! Anna had to resort in frustration with a mere resounding slap to his tight buttocks when a get-even pinch was nearly impossible to accomplish for its manly tautness versus her soft and squishy buns.
"So, how do you feel, Mrs. Bjorgman?" Her physical attack penalty rather roused him instead, as Kristoff's husky voice and toned body slides deftly out from under his punishing wife to turn the tables in an opposite position.
"Hot." But one single word from a sweaty, fussy, only half awake girl - dashing her hopeful hubby's daybreak virile ambition - causes Kristoff to flop back down on the hay bed with a disappointed sigh. He scoots over, giving his overheated bride space in his stiflingly warm cave bedroom.
During the night his adopted mom Bulda must've turned on the fireplace in the connected utility room of the multi-plex cavern. The caring Troll parents, though their tough Rock Troll skin was practically immune to the cold, had specially customized the insulated cave for their human son to endure the long winter months out of normal civilization-type housing.
"I know…me, too." Kristoff agrees with a soft groan, knowing his doting Troll Mom probably thought she was keeping his little cupcake comfortable in the open air cave shaft.
She doesn't know my spicy ginger baby like I do…Kristoff smiles to himself deliriously satisfied in every Biblical sense of the word 'know'.
But the panting, torridly hot and sweaty frowning girl in question kicks off all the ample sheeting and pillows still miraculously on the bed. Then Princess Anna suddenly lights up with one of her more brilliant, if not rash ideas.
"I know a way to cool off! Race you to the hot spring!" Inspired by some whimsical flight of fancy, an energized Anna abruptly hops up from their cozy hay-bed, slamming poor Kristoff in his vulnerable ribs pretty hard as she use his lift off to clumsily propel forward.
Without abandon – or anything else on her bare skin either – Anna dashes across Kristoff's childhood bedroom and uses all her assertive muscle to roll back the humongous rock rolled to cover the back door that he had dug out years ago to accommodate Sven.
It was left open in the Spring and Summer and even part of Autumn for the reindeer to come in and out at leisure with the huge stone Kristoff would have to roll in place like a door only during cold winter months when he and Sven both stayed inside, all cozy like.
"I can't believe she moved that huge stone door all by herself. What a woman!" His wide eyes blinking, Kristoff mutters to himself, totally impressed by his nimble little woman's incredible spouts of strength, only outclassed by her amazing bouts of spontaneity.
"Hey, wait! Anna! Yeah, the Rock Trolls are all going to sleep with the sun coming up, but…the Fire Trolls will be awake soon! What if someone sees you?! You're butt naked!" He whisper shouts after several seconds lying there admiring the rear view of his lively gal running like a young gazelle through the cold towards the nearby fresh spring water under the rising sun. Kristoff all at once realized that his impetuous wife whom he had heard say before that she'd 'love to run naked in the breeze', was doing just that.
"What? Are you chicken to run naked in the breeze with me, Mister? Bock-bock, bock!" Feeling independent and free as she adored to be, Anna had made a full circle spin back to the cave exit. With not a shred of clothing to restrain her invigorated senses, the au naturale female hangs quite fetchingly against the cracked open the door to catch her breath and maybe a little more than that as she invitingly peeks back into the door. Anna quite womanly smoothes her wild hair into a ponytail over one bare shoulder to roust his lazy bones out to play, before she flaps her arms in less alluring chicken fashion, giggling so hard as she runs away full speed ahead.
Though exhausted Kristoff knew the Rock Trolls were all by now asleep for the daybreak hibernation he well remembered. But the Fire Trolls, after a long hard day yesterday of working on settling in, maybe, hopefully wouldn't yet be awake with the sun?
But the Spirit Whisperer did sense the liberated Troll race - who had been enthusiastically building themselves housing structures and getting acquainted in a new life with their cousins - would surely soon be on the move.
{"Come back here, Feistypants!"}
He grabs a sheet and some bits of clothing strewn all over the cavern floor as the similarly nude, lean man with the fine physique rushes out in hot pursuit of his windblown lover's wild trail.
Unrestrained Anna, as free as the wind was laughing so merrily that she was doing somersaults, skipping across the morning frosty ground with her arms waving out like some exhibitionist cheerleader.
"Catch me if you can, Kristly! Whee! I'm as free as a whippoorwill running naked in the breeze! Let the sunshine in, Sven!" The exhilarated ginger's liberated dash though the tree-lined brush goes right past the recently awakened Rangifer chewing his cud.
And when his best buddy Kristoff joins the uninhibited flasher in like fashion, the calm reindeer barely bats an eye, continuing to chew calmly his breakfast. After all, the reindeer bull knew all about the birds and the bees now himself with his love, the reindeer doe Svala, introduced to him.
Seeing Ice Harvester Reindeer King Kristoff in the buff was nothing new for the reindeer buddy who had grown up with the boy, but witnessing Anna run independent and free as the breeze was a new phase in their maturing lives together. However, unashamed Sven was getting accustomed to the eccentricities of the lovely wildflower named Anna Bernadotte who changed his partner of a loner mountain man's life forever, and for the better.
Gale's Wind Spirit suddenly flutters past Sven's face with a breezy leaf mild warning to her friends Anna and Kristoff that another strident wind was about to blow in...
"Ah, what a glorious day in our vibrant kingdom at peace, is it not, my Snow Angel?" From his side seat at the Snow Queen's elegant carriage that plucky Queen Iduna – with Gale easing the snowy path at her side - took the helm of to drive from her half-blind mate, King Agnarr calls out to where his daughter Elsa in the vehicle behind.
Knowing the Prince of Córdoba understood where they stood, professional only relationally speaking, Elsa had not so reluctantly agreed this morning to be diplomatic and keep Prince Alonso company in the passenger seat of the Argentinean Prince's ice enchanted chariot.
After all, with Bruni on her shoulder, and Eliana and Boninite – with Olaf neatly sandwiched in between - Elsa felt fairly chaperoned behind Lento and Estable. Alonso's languid pair of mahogany Criollo horses was able to take their scenic time at the Ice King carriage's rear.
"Indeed, Papa! The vista of snowcapped trees and glistening hills leading down to the Valley of Living Rock overlooking Arendelle in the distance is quite breathtaking!" The Ice Queen was feeling rather excited herself in much anticipation of just another day or two to go before the scheduled birthday Ball in her honor.
It was then her dashing Prince Hans promised he would be in attendance and Elsa had the highest hope that they would be together again. In fact, she was certain her Hans would not disappoint her. And the Ice Queen felt she had learned so much more about the truth of his heart through Hans' romantic – at times rather racy – diary entries which Prince Ferdinand had kindly left with her to peruse in her lover's absence.
If only for a brief time for my birthday… Dare I hope for Christmas, too? How I long to see myself reflected in your stunning eyes once more, my beautiful Hans.
Elsa's yearning smile overlooking the pristine snow-covered landscape as they near Troll Valley was abruptly startled when a sudden frozen coat of thick flurry frost misted blind her dazzled eyes.
"Hey! Whoa, boys! What you playing at, Chica (Girl)!? I can't see where I'm going!" Alonso accusingly grouses as he is forced to slow his already sluggish chariot to a complete stop at the icy barricade he could not see through as driver.
"It's… it's not me!" The astounded Ice Queen stares at her gloved hands for any trace of cryo-magic escaping. "Thank God, it's not me." Elsa sighs in relief for the tranquil peace in her serene heart that assured the ice storm which once raged inside there wasn't the cause of this sudden flurry.
"Then it must be your Dad. Is he having a bad day? Or is he always such an aggressive driver? I haven't touched your daughter, Sire!…Damn it…" Prince Alonso of Córdoba murmurs his disappointment in a tongue-in-cheek guiltless confession of being a good boy for once. Through the allure of gorgeous Queen Elsa's replete many charms he got the chill yet again thanks to her overbearing, all-powerful icy parent.
"Papa? What is it?" Elsa calls over to her father whose glowing, now ice pale blue eyes made it apparent he was culpable for the flash frost-veil coating of the nearby vicinity. A jostled General Mattias had sprung to action and used his agility to swiftly draw the petite Queen into the connecting coach and exchange places with her without his King saying a word.
The always ready for battle, dutiful soldier had already taken the reins in the front bench beside King Agnarr while Gerda held onto a bemused Queen Iduna in the backseat with Minister Kai. The half blind Ice King brashly orders his Lieutenant to pull the larger Brougham carriage over, cutting corners to directly sideways block the front end of Alonso's chariot's view.
"Uh… Nothing… It is nothing, my child. Just…urgh…" King Agnarr, obviously shaken, was at a loss for words as he turned, red-faced, to his older daughter.
"Sun glare." Destin Mattias softly supplies the excuse for his befuddled king without missing a step.
"Yes. Thank you Lieutenant. There was, umm, abruptly some sun glare that I, uh, wished to spare your young eyes from, my child. It is a harsh sunrise that you should shield your vision from, my Snow Angel — it can quickly make you snow blind, I hear. You must cherish your gift of vision, as I do now expressively more than ever." Agnarr stumbles for justification for his rash order of evasive driving technique his faithful guard had accomplished very well indeed – despite Mattias having little driving experience for three and a half decades of his life.
"R-right. Someone's giving us a snow job." Alonso mumbles beneath his breath to Bonnie behind his chariot driver's seat.
"What was that, Sir?" His eyesight poor, but his hearing enhanced, the not liking to be challenged Ice King gives Prince Alonso a blistering glare.
"Nothing." Alonso shrinks away from the royal monarch's icy glare, glad Hans would be the one on the receiving end of those in the future and not he.
"Has that…umm…rather steamy sun glare let up yet, Agnarr?" Queen Iduna peers her head out from the coach interior she had been so adeptly tucked within by the capable General when his leader showed the first sign of trouble.
More like a frisky little troublemaker…Oh, Anna! In broad daylight, too! Fortunately I was able to send Gale to cover up your early morning - ehem – nature expedition with your young man before your poor Papa got too much of an eyeful.
Speaking of an eyeful…Can't say I blame you, my girl, with a stud like that…mmm-mmm, good…
As Iduna looked around in keen curiosity at the retreating backside of Anna's tasty dish, her King tries to hide whatever disturbing visual evidence there was of his wild child run amok, even from himself. Agnarr was unsure if he himself glimpsed in astonished blurry sight that had alarmed his senses to the point of disbelieving what his fuzzy eyes told him was true.
No! I did NOT see anything of the kind!
Like the old-fashioned ostrich the stubborn man could be sometimes, Agnarr clears his throat.
"As I said, must be the sun playing tricks on my faltering eyes. Forgive me, my dearests, to cause you any distress on my account." Agnarr refused to entertain the thought another moment longer to disturb his already stressed mind. Never mind that of his innocent and chaste little Snow Angel girl who had just been reclaimed to the side of righteousness riding in the chariot behind his.
At least one of my daughters was raised to be a civilized and refined young lady of proper rank and decorum, befitting our noble Royal house.
Thank God, You in Your vast wisdom did not ordain my beautifully spirited, yet flighty and wild, little Gingersnap to be monarchal Queen of Arendelle for long…
SPL-LASH!
"I win! Gimme my prize!"
SUPER BIG SPL-LASSHH!
WHOO-OOSHH!
"Whoops! I'm in trouble!" As the Wind rustles right through him, the second pursuant flasher's lean, musclebound form was partially shielded by a flurry of leaves and reindeer fur and hooves. That's when the totally nude beefsteak of a Wind Whisperer at the last minute picked up Gale and Sven's mental warnings.
The reindeer bull who had spotted the pair of incoming carriages from his cleared tree vantage point, had his lifelong best Buddy's back, literally.
"We've got company, Anna." A suddenly shy Kristoff submerges his larger form beneath the warm waters of the small hot spring as best he could. He awkwardly hides behind some rocks with just the top of his blond head and eyes peeking out to guiltily scan the tree covered area facing the pathway.
"So what? We're perfectly legal young newlyweds, finally having the chance to do what newlyweds are supposed to do. And I'm still going to claim my prize!" Proudly holding her wedding band ring finger high up in the air, Anna shows off her playful boldness and total lack of inhibition, diving beneath the sloshing waves to taunt her young hubby's pensive frame cornered between the rocks.
"Grr! You're asking for it, Baby!" Kristoff growls, glad his own honed senses and the spirit of the Wind fluttering past his hair assured him that their unwelcome 'visitors' had continued on to the village center and were not stopping at the tree secluded hot springs.
"Yes, I am!" Feeling free to be herself again, Anna sings in complete glee. She giggles as her strapping blond boy takes up her enthusiastic challenge amid the swishing warm waters all around their playful underwater lover's waltz in three quarter time.
Covering his eyes shyly as he sensed another kind of blaze going on, Bruni blushes a reddish shade of smoldering pink on this half of the 5th Spirit of Harmony's cool shoulder. Elsa was sure she heard Anna's piercing squeals of laughter having fun, mingled with a man's voice she assumed was Kristoff's more masculine deeper tones cut through the misty frost morn amid splashing sounds from some water source not too far away.
"Everyone! The sun is rising! Move swiftly! No dawdling, boy. Direct your beasts down the left-hand path that will take us to the center of the Valley of Living Rock." Agnarr abruptly addresses Alonso behind him to follow the King's carriage's swift lead.
"Why the hurry, min älskare? Does that most entertaining honeymoon incident going on back there not remind you of another certain brash young man who brought his newlywed wife to a secluded hot spring vacation spot much like this one?" Whispering in Agnarr's ear breathily as she sneaks through the coach communication opening behind him, Iduna tickles under the nape of her irate husband's red with embarrassment neck to soften him a bit.
"You may have been as impetuous and untamed a native girl of seventeen as your younger child seems to be, Iduna, but I was never so indecorously unclothed running through the open woods and splashing into a spring, like some ignorant, common, wild man!" The hot and bothered King bristles at the excessive comparison his amused wife was making with a fierce whisper of denial for her ears only.
General Mattias, catching drips and drabs of the dustup nonetheless from where he was seated beside Agnarr on the front bench, smirks at the argumentative older couple.
"Oh, Agnarr? I almost certainly recall a devilishly handsome, similarly ginger young man with a budding brand-new moustache chasing his freezing young bride up the North Mountain during their rather passionate bridal tour in his impressive country. And that same madly in love young man had cornered his adored new bride at its peak under nothing but the intoxicating aurora borealis lights. Or is my memory of a different, overconfident, swaggering, irascible, tall, lean and sleek naval officer who, if I remember his words correctly 'required no garment adornment as the good Lord first created man to be before the Garden of Eden fell'?" Flirting, challenging, sentimental, prosecuting and nostalgic all at once, Iduna smugly smirks in Agnarr's thoroughly frazzled face at an indeed very memorable honeymoon trip not so far from here up the North mountain.
Iduna cleverly evokes a clearing cough out of her bulging eyed, embarrassed mate who clearly remembered through the eyes of that impulsive lad of nineteen years of age, that it was all too true.
"Heh, sounds like all those questions you had about the birds and the bees I elucidated on when you were younger, my Crown Prince, really paid off while I was in the Enchanted Forest." Unable to keep his tongue any longer, a chuckling Mattias comments drolly with a pair of raised eyebrows. The dark-skinned man elbows King Agnarr as Mattias was amusedly intrigued to listen in on the royal couple's tension filled conversation of past honeymooning of their own.
"Ahem – yes. Your advice then was…most enlightening for a sheltered recluse such as I when I was a boy just coming into my teens. Ahem…that was a different era…Iduna…ahem…But to please you, my Queen, I will overlook the machinations of young lovers still in their first year of wedded bliss. We will leave Adam and Eve to their own devices and meet with GranPabbie and his clan to see how the Fire Trolls are acclimating." The excessively clearing his throat King concludes, making certain to maintain his icy barrier to keep his Elsa, at least for now, untainted and pure as he prompts their carriages to move forward, well past the many geyser hot springs towards the center of town.
'Thank you, Destin.' As Mattias helps her down from the carriage, behind Agnarr's back, Iduna mouths to the savvy, empathizing General whom she felt a true affinity for. Even more so now she found out the older soldier was her lover's relationship coach in Prince Agnarr's cruel and diffident father's place.
You certainly know how to teach a boy how to treat a lady, General…Now Mama has to teach her girl how to get back her man to treat him like a lady should… Iduna smiles as her eyes travel behind to where Elsa was being escorted from the stopped chariot by another Crown Prince who was way out of his league.
"You Norwegians sure know how to let it all hang out." His curiosity piqued, Prince Alonso had stood up on his chariot's bench to peek over the settling frost mist that mostly clouded his view. The Argentinean just catches the tail end of Kristoff Bjorgman's daring dash au naturel and splashing dive into a hot spring to join his corresponding and giggling young bride in the altogether.
"What's hanging out? I'm an expert at hanging out! But I don't see anything to be suspended from, do you, gals?" Disconcertingly lifting his permafrost head from its animated neck, Olaf eagerly stands on his tippytoes in the chariot seat between Eliana and Boninite, as curious as ever to try new things. The dizzy snowman hops back and forth on his snow feet eagerly with the hope the Ice Queen would give him a cryo-boost to peek out over the unclear visage to see what had Alonso so impressed.
"Olly! Please be still!" Eliana berates her little excitable boyfriend, her snowy face a slushy blush after her keener feminine eyes had spotted the peachy flash of beefsteak flesh.
"But –" Olaf whines at being the only one not 'in' on this new game.
"Quit while you're ahead, snowman." Mattias grins down at Olaf as he just happened to be walking past too on the lookout for the frisky couple. Not that anything as natural as that going on in secluded forests surprised the seasoned soldier.
'A head? Hahaha! You're a funny guy, General!" Olaf laughs jovially as he lowers his decapitated noggin back to its snowmound neck.
"Now I've got some great ideas how to spend my honeymoon with the lucky lady who lands me. Maybe another visit to your beautiful kingdom may be in the near future, Elsa. Say Summertime?" Confident Alonso flashes a devilish grin at a rolling-eyes Elsa that gave King Agnarr an instant headache.
Matchmaking… What have I gotten myself into? But I must endure anything to try to be a good father for you and do all I can to help you select a superlative mate. One worthy of standing by your side and supporting you all through your reign all the days of your life, my Snow Angel, as your mother has been perfect for me.
It's a shame my first promising contestant, this eligible, none-too-demanding – yet thoroughly irritating - Prince of Córdoba, doesn't even come close to my standards. Nor apparently your good tastes. Even I must concede he is no comparison with your Dane…
It is really too bad that fine officer's such a prime example of a Westergaard…
"Now we shall travel by foot the rest of the way into the Troll village. Please keep your gazes forward, watching the ground before you, lest you trip on any slumbering Rock Trolls during the daytime. Nor do we wish to frighten any Fire Trolls just becoming acclimated to their new surroundings, in respect to our Troll neighbors as we enter their sacred Valley." King Agnarr instructs the passengers from both vehicles to now be disembarked in his projected deep baritone. "There, we will find the Troll Council Assembly house where I proposed to meet with the Fire Trolls' elders to designate their roles and rights as equal citizens in this community. Beyond that, GranPabbie expressed his concerns to induct a Fire Troll into their High Council So I, as King, and somewhat translator of the ancient Latin - which none of the Fire Trolls speak anything other than - must officiate over. But it will be quite an undertaking to designate which one of the Fire Trolls with the leadership position if I can not fully impart the great responsibility to their entire tribe thereof to any of them, simply due to my failure of linguistic barrier issue." His lack of use of the dead language the past few years left the learned man rather rusty and frustrated to be so impotent on the crucial matter concerning reinstituting these Trolls into society.
But King Agnarr seriously felt the more urgent thought of the welfare of this rediscovered ancient race of citizens of his proud nation took precedence over his own personal quandaries. The good man was willing to face the new problem head on, no matter how long it took to explain and sort out this Fire Troll leadership question.
I suppose Elsa and I must muddle through somehow, apparently without the communication aid of any translating Spirit Whisperer, adopted Troll member, also known as my gallivanting new son-in-law…
"I know one who can do all that, and do it well, Your Majesty. I nominate Boninite here to be representative leader of the Fire Trolls! I don't claim to understand the politics of it all – being a dignitary and acing social sciences never my strong points, even if my Padre tried to pound it in my head. But I can tell you that Bonnie is a reliable friend, a natural at translating, and smart cookie who came through for all of us in the end." Alonso surprisingly pipes up, turning all attention to his equally shocked Troll girl companion walking in the group's tail end with Olaf and Eliana.
Her dark eyes soaking up the new environs, Boninite had been carefully trailing the others, contemplatively listening to the King's words. Her flame tipped tail pauses its rhythmic swaying in the crisp December air at the unexpected offer presented to serve her people as new leader in Andesite the Old's wisened place.
Perhaps this young Argentinean does have potential… Just as an ally, after all, my girl. Certainly not as the prospective suitor I first hoped for you, Elsa. It seems a mercenary idea now in the light of day, now. But I only believed that if you were to marry him, most likely this purportedly self-enamored princeling would have spent most of his time in Córdoba and not underfoot, basically away from you. While you, as monarch of Arendelle must remain here as stated in our Norwegian Constitution, the long-distance union a formality in name only, giving you the full freedom to live freely here at home with the love of your family, your people, your nation, my Snow Angel…
Despite his numerous shortcomings and questionable reputation, that was a definite plus on the Argentine's part. Prince Alonso certainly was one of the most promising candidates of suitors on the list of princes and dukes. Minister Kai had compiled it for me to find a man who could woo my girl away from that Dane among those invited to present her with finer choice noblemen of acclaim and pedigree at Elsa's party.
Ha! Those choice noblemen all hold higher education and pedigrees of grooming and manners than Anna's wild mountain man. But, unlike Elsa, that pairing is out of my jurisdiction now.
It was tough for the snobbish father of the chipper girl to look past the recent flash sighting of Anna's strapping Ice Harvester hubby.
But the rough young man, as Iduna had stated, had proven himself worthy a hero and protector to deserve to be madly in love with their youngef child.
Not that my Vise Admiral hasn't been that for our older one…
"Hmmm." The mentally torn, pale ginger King glances over to his right-hand man in the carriage's passenger seat beside him, who likewise gives the king a quirky, sympathetic look. Then Agnarr focuses his divided attention back to his elder other daughter and the Troll leadership question.
"Elsa? You have spent much time with this particular Fire Troll during this arduous journey. What do you have to say on this matter?" After all that had occurred, Agnarr had vowed to himself to include his sedate and astute child in more administration of their shared rule of this kingdom. What better start than here on this important matter of state concerning representative government?
"Oh…yes, Papa." Elsa was pleasantly caught off guard by the sudden political question put to her by her normally authoritative father who usually made all national decisions of this scale on his own. She looks down to the Fire Troll female whom Elsa had been on both sides of, and had come to respect greatly. They were getting to know each other better through Elsa's limited ancient Latin and Boninite's insightful linguistic gleaning of the regal, pretty blonde Ice Queen tutor.
The once timid young woman touches her gloved hands to the cameo affixed to the folds of her purple gowned chest. She strokes the silky red hair tuft affixed to its back, wondering what he would think and say, if her opinion truly made a difference to her father. Elsa couldn't help but wish her Hans was here to articulate for her as the Ice Queen was still at times, the reticent, uncertain girl of her youth in her father's presence.
But as her Hans was not here, and all eyes were upon her, Elsa knew she must not keep silent. She closes her eyes and feels not only Bruni's warmth and Gale's strength meld with hers, but Jordsjkevelvet's perseverance and Nokk's fearlessness too surge through her 5th Spirit veins.
Along with a strong dose of her best friend and sister of Harmony, Anna's indomitable caring too.
"Bonnie has proven loyal and true and courageous, showing a servant's heart in times of strife, and a diligent student with a good mind full of patient curiosity to learn more of this world above. All are traits of which I would categorize as admirable qualities for anyone striving to be a good and just leader. So with that said, I second the nomination for Boninite to be the Fire Troll leader and representative of her people." The shy young woman had to dig deep within herself for such a decisive speech with everyone's attention upon her, especially her Papa, whom she would never deign to override.
But one look in Bonnie's now clear, dark eyes and grateful smile told Elsa she was making the right choice.
"A sound argument, Your Majesty. I shall present this nomination to the Fire Trolls gathered at the Troll Valley town center amphitheater for them to make the final decision." Proud of his daughter's imperative, intelligent and sagacious words, the spry King bows down to his child in all earnestness as his wife helps the reckless blind man from crashing into a nearby boulder just outside the Troll Valley town square. The royal couple, with General Mattias in the lead of Gerda and Kai, joins where Alonso had already parked and escorted Elsa and Boninite from his chariot.
"Where are all the Trolls? It's like a ghost town where you can feel eyes burning in the back of your skull! Hey hey hey. I don't have a skull." Olaf chuckles his trademark banalities to Gerda and Eliana who join their King and Queen to stand at the center of Troll Valley's moss covered stone amphitheater. But as the snowman previously stated, no Trolls – Rock or Fire variety – were in sight.
"'Salutem, Ignis Troglodytae! Umm...Nos animadverto vestri Petra Troglodytarum cognati fortasse niveum off somnus in horam hiberna latebra usque ad proximam lunam. Sed veni foras, noviter liberatus cives sub Dei gloriosa orto, volumus, ut ad te oratio!"
('Greetings, Fire Trolls! Umm…We realize your Rock Troll cousins have probably drifted off to sleep in their hour of hibernation until the next moon. But, please come forth, newly liberated citizens under God's glorious sunrise, we wish to address you!") Translating as best he could these pertinent sentences into the dead Latin language that the studious King had been practicing all the ride here, King Agnarr boldly projects his voice over all the rocks around. He spoke candidly to the misshapen, bumpy igneous and smooth and rounded metamorphic alike so all could hear his eloquent voice, but not a one appeared.
Agnarr gazes to Elsa with a doleful shrug in hopes she would fare better, with the feminine touch.
"Nolite timere, carissimi, nos veni loqui ad vos in pace et amicitia, cum fides, spes, caritas, pro communi nostra futuro in re magni momenti. Scilicet, volumus enim vos sumo vestri ductu legatorum. Nempe principum suorum legatos eligere volumus diebus sole demum viam sternat.)"
("Have no fear, dear friends, we come to speak to you in peace and friendship, with faith, hope and love for our shared future on a matter of importance. Namely, we wish for you to choose your own leadership representatives to pave the way for your days in the sun I believe is possible at last.") Queen Elsa, at her father's gesture, then leads in with the next sentences in the Latin the intelligent young woman was fluent in and had been studying up on with Boninite on the trip.
Though the igneous Fire Trolls were not very afraid of this human Ice King who heralded their race from the Djvælen's underground labyrinth slavery, some were a bit squeamish to face the Black Ice Queen, once possessed under the Devil Troll King's control to be their slave Mistress, enter their new homeland.
"Veni de latebris, populus meus, dicere audacius fortiusque amicorum precibus Regina Elsa qui viderunt faciem diaboli iniquis Troglodytarum regem vicit. Non est qui liberavit suis servientes nam facultas aperire novum clara huius mundi Stare per me nostra bona Regina Elsa, qui fecit hoc libertatis fieri potest, pro nobis! Nos non esse dispersos Nibelung amplius, fratres et sorores! Adsistit regina super Elsa flumine et salvete boni sunt, qui factus est nobis hanc libertatem fieri potest? Ave super Regina Elsa flumine!"
("Please come out of your hiding, my people, to boldly speak with our friend and benefactor, Queen Elsa, who so bravely stared into the wicked face of the Devil Troll King and defeated him. Did not the Queen liberate we who were enslaved for the chance to open up this bright new world's destiny for us? We need not be outcast Nibelungs anymore, my brothers and sisters! Stand by me in the light of day and hail our good Queen Elsa who made this independence possible for us! Hail Queen Elsa!")
Boninite, seeing this was the critical moment of make or break for her doubtful, downtrodden people, throws aside her own natural timidity to call out and steer her race into the sunlight. They would no longer be hidden in the shadows as they were forced to for millennia by that malevolent villain.
After a few seconds of letting her words – and the gaining, intensified morning sunlight sink in – the liberated Fire Trolls heed Boninite's invitation and begin to timidly unroll from their igneous rock slumber by night.
Suddenly tens of dozens of formerly feared 'Nibelungs' were standing in respect before the Queen of this land which they had been 'welcomed' back to.
They gather all around, blinking up at the pale blonde, wide-eyed, tall young woman so beautifully arrayed in her royal blue velvet and white fur trimmed gown. The dark skinned Fire Trolls each look to Queen Elsa with a newfound respect for being the one ultimately responsible for setting them free as Boninite explained so succinctly and eloquently in their ancient Latin tongue.
Under the fresh morning sun's clear light of day, the Fire Trolls, young and old alike, lift their once dark black-red eyes. Their pupils had normalized above ground to different hues and shades of color that reflect in the soft light of the ice snowflakes imbued with the aurora borealis that Elsa's pleased heart now commanded.
With Boninite's decisive leadership, each unsure, once embittered, angry, and resentful Fire Troll bows a head and unclouded eyes to venerate their new Queen. Not out of the enslaved fear of painful retribution that the Devil Troll held over them, but of the independent love of freedom's hope in this bright sunlit peaceful world she opened up for them to now live and enjoy.
"Hail, Queen Elsa!" Following Boninite's lead, the multitude of gravelly, deeply foreign accented voices sing her name in a respectful unison of cheers that warmed a touched and tearful Elsa's heart no end.
But Elsa knew she could never deserve such adulation, only be the conduit to direct their gratitude to the One who made miracles like this happen.
"It is not I alone, but by God's grace and wisdom granting me the support of those who love me and this land in order that you Fire Trolls can now come live freely in the light to enjoy these precious days in the sun." She deferentially gives credit to the Creator who could move mountains and rocks and Trolls alike giving her helpmates abundant in her greatest time of need. "You must praise the LORD above all for this gift of your first Independence Day spent under this blessed sunlight, not me." Elsa beams a grand smile over them as her proud Papa couldn't be any more pleased to share the Crown with such a wise and humble young woman.
"Our little Snow has come a long way, hasn't she?" Queen Iduna gives a squeeze to her husband's not too frosty hand.
"She's brave and bold and beautiful – just like her mother." Kissing his wife's forehead, King Agnarr nods with a proud smile. Together, the pleased parents watch their daughter – their once frightened, withdrawn, introverted first child – so boldly and bravely kneel down to shake each and every hand in the endless stream of liberated Fire Trolls.
Trolls who were no longer afraid of the Ice Queen, for they discerned the light in her eyes was true.
These grateful Trolls, under Boninite's calmly and universally accepted role as leader, were all willing to show their appreciation and respect for this extraordinary young monarch who had the brave audacity and strength of character to take on their age-old enemy and set them free at last.
"PRAISE THE LORD!" The hundreds of forgotten Fire Trolls who had known nothing but the torment of slavery and degradation and enforcement to worship a false god in that catacomb darkness beneath the earth, all rise to their feet at Boninite's beckon.
They follow her lead in raising their scaly clawed hands and formerly pupil-less red eyes – which were now clear and multicolored as the aurora borealis streaking above – to God in His Heaven.
Bonnie had heard of this loving, forgiving God and had seen His example of redemption and mercy from her friend, Elsa. The Queen wisely gave a curious Bonnie the precious present of a Bible – in original Latin – which the rector of the stave church in Flåm offered the royal family who visited in celebration of Kristoff and Anna's victory in the Winter Games there.
Through the Holy Good Book and Elsa's patient tutelage of reading and explaining it along the journey down here, the inquisitive, intelligent and eager young Fire Troll girl had gleaned so much knowledge. It showed of what was and what will be, and even the question of eternal hope and light from He who created it all.
A God who loves all of His children so much He gave His own beloved Son to wash away the sins of all, king and slave alike, even the dirty and ignorant. Right down to each one of the lost sheep who had gone astray, with the promise of real peace and love extended to all who accepted it.
Boninite was grateful when Elsa assured her that even an outcast as she was not forgotten or excluded from God's pledge of light.
"Yes, Elsa has chosen well. She will make an extraordinary ruler of our nation. I could not be more proud of her." King Agnarr murmurs low to Queen Iduna, his trembling eyes filled with a father's tears. "Perhaps you can lead me to the shaman's shrine dugout, my darling? My vision is blurry at best and I do not wish to be gauche and trip on a slumbering Rock Troll, diminishing our Elsa's impressive spiritual Revival scene by falling on my face and causing a national incident, do I?" The still partially blind, tired out, baritone King intones softly to his wife.
"We wouldn't want that, now would we?" Iduna pats the high cheekbone of her winsome lover who was slowly learning to rely on others' judgment and decisions, and not be so male oriented take-on-the-world all on his own, all the time, at least.
And it was the first step to true enlightenment for the stubborn father to admit Elsa's choices were merited.
In so many handsome respects.
As they weave through the crowd of respectful Fire Trolls, both survey their purehearted daughter warmly greet her new subjects, and even bear witness to God's precious truth to the uninformed race with the love of Jesus' great commission.
Iduna quietly leads her husband to the elderly Rock Troll leader's built-up cave dugout shrine where she carefully directs Agnarr to duck his tall frame inside the short doorway.
With the pen and paper Kai had provided him in the carriage, the King distinctly begins to scribble a brief, yet concise, note for the elderly Troll to later read. He kneels to the floormat table where GranPabbie's mossy caped rock form was dormant in the center of the room.
The aged, wise shaman was surrounded by a pile of Troll crystals he had selected for the children – Rock and Fire Trolls equally – to play with together when they awakened, and before they slept at that precious hour of dusk when both races of Troll cousins were awake.
'My dear old friend GranPabbie,
We are pleased to check in to see that the Fire Trolls are settling in well here in the Valley of Living Rock. I thank you and your people for overseeing this great endeavor of caretaking for their needs during this transition period. As King, I am proud to pledge my humble servitude to all races of our great nation and I am elated my Snow Angel, our Queen Elsa, has overcome this land's confused past. Casting aside her inward fears, Elsa was able to lead your cousins to the liberty all free peoples deserve and should cherish the God-given right of self freedom. May the Lord bless you and all your brethren as you stand side-by-side in brotherhood and sisterhood towards the future of true peace in the bright destiny in store for all citizens of our beloved nation. As preceding head of state, I declare this Independence Day for all Troll-kind, at long last.
— Agnarr Edward Olav Bernadotte, King of Arendelle, 20th December 1843.'
King Agnarr signs his name with a flourish to the official letter of encouragement and patriotism intermingled with humility which he leaves atop GranPabbie's mossy green cape mound.
Then his loving wife leads the faint sighted, half blind, but all-illuminated King back out into the bright rising sunlight. There, beside Boninite the Wise, a radiant Queen Elsa was glowing at the center of her newly liberated loyal subjects on their first Independence Day of their reclaimed days in the sun.
Oh, our days in the sun, what I'd give to relive just one. Undo what's done, and bring back the love...
trousseau - French term for the clothes, undergarments, and other belongings collected by a bride for her marriage.
mu fávru - my beauty in Northuldran Saami
min alskare - my lover in Swedish
min spadbarns - my child in Swedish
min flicka- my little girl in Swedish
min kæreste- my darling in Danish
"What Do You Know about Love?" - song performed by Patti Murin (Anna) and Jelani Alladin (Kristoff) from the musical 'Frozen'.
"Loneliness of Evening" – song performed by Santino Fontana (Hans) from the musical 'Rodgers and Hammerstein Cinderella'
"Come away" – song performed by Jonathan Groff from "1001 nights: A Story about Loving Stories"
"Vuelie - Let the Sun Shine On" – song performed by Arendelle royal family from the musical 'Frozen'.
"Days in the Sun" – from the live action musical of "Beauty and the Beast"
Happy Independence Day in Troll Valley, Frozen friends!
This Freedom themed episode has a whole new race of Trolls enjoying their new liberation out here aboveground in the beautiful country of Norway, basking in the sunlight in a world at peace.
Besides the stirring, liberating patriotism, lots of hot romantic passion and feisty fireworks were flying in this enticing entry now that we are back to days and (nights;) of rest and relaxation! Kristoff and Anna have finally found a little time for entertaining friskiness that our starved-for-private-together-time newlyweds deserve at long last! (Anna finally made good on that wish to 'run naked in the breeze' as she stated she wanted to do in the lyrics of the 'Frozen' musical's fun 'Vuelie' Arendelle family song that I just had to extrapolate on! ;)
That lucky dog Kristoff sure had a memorable red hot, hot springs visit!
Torn emotionally because he really likes Hans deep down, but still is anxious to pair the once duplicitous Dane with Elsa, King Agnarr's having some second thoughts about his plans and lists of princes he and Kai had already invited to Arendelle for Elsa's birthday bash. We'll see what happens when a certain uninvited prince not on his guest list shows up!
Our Prince Hans (with an interesting 'Rapunzel's Tangled Adventures' friend tagging along :) is on his way to Elsa's exciting Masquerade Ball that's next on the roster in the celebratory kingdom of Arendelle! Please be sure to attend!
Thanks for reading everyone! God bless you!
Love,
HarukaKou
P.S. The title of the Fire Trolls being fueled by the daylight sun, was inspired by that moving, sentimental song from the stunning B&tB live action movie. So sad and nostalgic, yet so uplifting and filled with hope. A beautiful fairytale picture of Redemption and love like in this story, that tells us to cherish every day and those we're blessed to share those days with. ^_^
