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"Frozen Again: 'Love Never Ends"

Act IX

'Summer of Love Special'

Chapter 29

"Guidance"

Losing air quickly, a disoriented Elsa suddenly feels strangely weightless and as light as air when that weird seaweed band which had saved Scuttle wraps around her body flailing in the water, as well.

Where's a Water Spirit when you need him?

Though stunned, even a dazed Ice Queen was no frail creature as she inwardly scoffs at the missing elemental as her innate cryokinetics respond automatically.

"Hey! That's ch-chilly! I thought we beneath the sea were supposed to be the cold-blooded ones! What kind of upworld monster is she?" A dubious male voice was the last Elsa could distinguish as the deprivation of air to her lungs begins to take a grave toll on even the 5th Spirit of Harmony…

Unable to fully comprehend what was happening around her, the stunned Ice Queen was mildly shocked to hear the unfamiliar voice, and not too far from her ear, react to the involuntary ice chrysalis formed around her face in a vain attempt to contain her remaining oxygen.

Elsa vaguely feels something wrap around her thin bathing suit covered torso as another large alien presence approaches close by.

"She's not a monster, nor is she cold-blooded at all! She's magically brilliant, Marzel! Just look at how her sparkling clothes resist the warm water! Look how the ice builds around her breathing orifice! This incredible ice lady must be the Queen of Arendelle whom Elena was telling us so much about! I knew I would love to meet her! Don't worry, your Majesty! Our magic milagu kelp lets top worlders breathe underwater for a time. It won't hurt you, I promise. Right, Cuco?" The terse merman's female counterpart assures Elsa of the supernatural phenomenon with a kind hand on her shoulder as she and her extra-large aqua Hippocampus Ingens float alongside her.

"Hello, sweetie. Did you get the license number of the wicked rockface that got me back there?" The drunk-sounding white bird coughs and sputters awake in the arms of the young female riding a smiling, humongous aqua seahorse through the ocean blue before Elsa's astonished eyes.

"And I think your funny friend seagull will survive, too." The mermaid girl, in her lovely, light purple tailfin and burgundy, fancy silver trimmed top bodice, dismounts her giant Syngnathiformes sea horse to swim up to the flabbergasted blonde.

"Yup. He's got a strong constitution, girl. Don't worry. The magic kelp takes a minute to kick in full strength for avians, who are like, totally opposite creatures of the air." The seahorse positively affirms.

Magic kelp? Talking giant seahorses?!

Intrigued by all the odd sights and sounds around her, a dizzy Elsa was on one plane thinking how strange it was she could suddenly breathe underwater, as her gasping lungs fill with some mystically enhanced, bonded oxygen molecules rather than the hydrogen flood that would otherwise drown her.

But the Ice Queen was even more fascinated in seeing that her rescuers were in fact, mermaid and merman, fishy scaled tails and all.

Merpeople are here in Paraiso, too?

And they apparently were just as fascinated in speaking to her.

"Introductions first! I'm Princess Marisa of Coronado, with Cuco our seahorse. And this is my brother, Prince Marzel. You're Queen Elsa of Arendelle, aren't you? We've been invited to attend the Royal wedding in Paraiso by our good friend Queen Elena and have just arrived. We are so pleased meet you! Right, Marzel? Look how pale her skin is! Totally different from some stuck-up mermaid captains who don't appreciate you. Isn't she the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? She looks really nice, too." With a pat to her affable seahorse pal's neck, the chatty, long purple-braided mermaid enthusiastically elbows her brother in his blue leather clad tunic abs.

Princess Marisa was a very excitable and personable mermaid girl who had soaked up every piece of information about the land above the sea from her once human mother, Camila. She had been magically transformed to a mermaid, by her love for Marisa's kingly father, the brother of Triton, King Pescoro, decades ago.

The curious mer-princess Marisa had gleaned everything possible about the other Royal princesses of the world above, once her dear friend Elena of Avalor explained all about the world beyond the seven seas.

"Not bad, considering she has two legs." Marzel admits to his little melon colored octopus friend named Ochu floating around, with his usual grumpy shrug whenever his twin sibling played matchmaker for the lonely hearts Prince.

So, wouldn't elegant, enchanted, eligible Queen Elsa make an excellent match for my poor, lonesome Marzel? She'll make him forget about heartbreaker Captain Daria! How stunning they look together already! Those two would make a perfect coupling of land and sea, and…ice! What more incredible magic will their kids inherit?! All Marzel has to do, is learn to get used to polar waters, right?

The sparkly-eyed, imaginative mermaid's matchmaking mind was whirring at full steam as she watches this lovely blonde beauty shake herself awake to tenderly attend to the unconscious seagull in her arms.

"Please—"

I can talk underwater?!

Elsa's wide eyes had seen some amazing sights involving the ocean, but this one would be classed as nothing less than extraordinary.

"I thank you for helping me, but…Please, I really must bring Scuttle back to the shore where Princess Valentina must be so worried for us…" Elsa makes the plea, tenderly stroking the passed out, but still breathing, bird's soft plumulaceous head feathers.

You are so compassionate and sweet to even little sky birdies! So, an attachment to my pessimistic, aloof brother Marzel would be an 'opposites attract' match made in Atlantica Heaven!

"Don't you find the well-defined markings on Marzel's blue with black tailfins thrilling? He also has an amazing pair of good-looking legs when on land that only we two half-sirenas/half-human royal offspring possess if we walk on land! He's a little rough around the scales, but Marzel's a really good guy, and deep, deep down very sensitive to others' emotions and all that!" Marisa confidentially intones with a playful smile directed at her brusque sibling.

"He's a little shy to speak to girls, mainly because of some trouble he's had with some stubborn ones I know. But Marzel would love to escort you to Princess Valentina and Prince Alonso's wedding later today! He's learned to dance just for the occasion, as well as walk and run really well! He's truly the best brother ever and would make a wonderful boyfriend I'm sure, too!" Causing an embarrassed Marzel to hang his shaking head in shame, the overtalkative half-breed mermaid was a worthy spokesman when it came to the sales pitch of romance.

Together with the pleasantly swaying, huge seahorse named Cuco, the royal mermaid twins bring along the rescued bird as they follow Elsa, bobbing their heads above the surface of the water.

"That's nice. I'm sure your brother's a really nice…fellow. But I already have a dashing escort for the wedding, my fiancé, Prince Hans of the Southern Isles. And with his physique, he is an incredible dancer, as well." Elsa had suffered through many well-heeled previous suitors the past few months that she had become accustomed to smoothly swatting them away with declarative pride in her true love.

And it didn't hurt to flaunt her Hans' second-to-none gifts on the dance floor to put paid to any question.

"My Prince Hans Westergaard is a superb ship's Kommander and represents my kingdom as Vise Admiral as well. He is the only one for me and I am determined to marry him as soon as we return to Norway." Elsa proudly states, feeling more and more confident as she dreams of her handsome man.

She could imagine her dashing Hans still peacefully asleep in that Paço Imperial Palace by the sea across the Guanabara Bay that she had raced out on her ice a fair distance out to save poor disoriented Scuttle this early morning 6 AM.

"Let me see how far we've drifted out, Scuttle." Thinking she had kicked her stormy past with the sea thalassophobic fear of the ocean after her brave encounter with Nokk in the Dark Sea, Elsa knew she could remain calm now beneath the waves.

And yet, the Ice Queen was starting to feel closed in and alone, even as her new ditzy friend was trying to keep her underwater and interested in talking about her spiky blue-haired brother.

The blonde Queen of Arendelle's original trepidation of the ocean she had inherited the love of as a child from her Navy man father began when her parents had been lost to an ocean storm that seemed to swallow the King and Queen of Arendelle.

Her courage to conquer that greatest fear and tame a raging sea to Ahtohallan had shown Elsa that she needn't dread the water's unknown anymore.

Elsa again had to face that incredible fear of large bodies of water again on a previous adventure to the north of her ancient land, when her parents, the King and Queen, were miraculously recovered and returned to Arendelle.

Papa? Mama? Why do I sense you so near at this moment? It's as if you're both right beside me…

Through her deep connection to the elements, Elsa could almost feel something underlying the edge of the ocean currents concerning her parents swirling around her as she closes her baffled eyes.

But I can't think about that now if I'm going to maintain control…

The Queen of the North Winter wondered if she possessed the stamina yet to summon up an ice path to return to the shore as the claustrophobic waters around her turn slightly frigid with dread.

No. Hans said my faith and my will are stronger than my fear, and Anna taught me that my heart is warmer than the ice in my veins.

"Thank you both for your aid in rescuing poor Scuttle. I think this… What did you call it? 'Milagu' has luckily cleared out his little lungs of any excess seawater. But I can see Scuttle needs some rest after his long journey across the sea, and I can more properly attend to him on land." Warmly smiling, a becalmed, regal Elsa gently massages the seagull's feathers as she cradles the slipping in-and-out of comatose Scuttle in her arms.

"Prince Marzel, Princess Marisa. It was very nice to meet you two down here under the sea. I hope to see you again, perhaps at the wedding later today. But I promised Princess Valentina I'd spend the morning with her. She must be worried waiting for me on the shore, so I'll be going now– ohh!" Making her excuses to the intriguing pair, Elsa employs her Ice Queen's speedy sled upward to the water surface.

"I don't think so!" The merman was every bit as male as any above-ground one, and just as pushy when challenged by a bold woman.

The Norwegian Queen was just about to escape when the curiously shining and surprisingly strong milagu seaward strand Marzel had wrapped around her slim waist over her tantalizing swimsuit yanks Elsa back down under the ocean current again.

Elsa, uncharacteristically clumsy, lands in a breathless pile of tangled kelp against obliging Prince Marzel's tanned and muscled bare arms and blue armored chest, just a few meters below the aqua surface.

"Min hvvidue!"

From out of nowhere, Elsa's prayers were answered as Prince Hans Westergaard's gorgeous voice desperately calls over the waves that just that had come in with the dawn.

"Unhand that lady, foul creature of the deep!" Their crystal ice pendant bond - which Hans had never removed from his neck - had a few minutes earlier alerted the Danish Prince of the Southern Isles to be startled fully awake and able to hone in to rush to his lover's side.

Moving so swiftly that he didn't even disturb a snoring Eugene nor the bells and clanging 'anti-burglar alarm' in their bed Hans had leapt upon his Magic Flying Carpet friend also snoozing at his shared bedroom's second story balcony.

But the slumbering cat burglar's father King Edmund in the connected room was a light sleeper. His broad sword drawn, the King of Bohemia emerges from the inner room ready for anything. The big and tall man squints his dark eyes to watch the vexed young redhead dash off into the early morn.

In his mad rush to save his woman, Prince Hans had no time to get dressed and his upper torso was unconventionally exposed beneath his loose silk robe. Readying to plunge into the sea, he had torn off his billowing robe to be wearing nothing constricting that would slow his strokes.

In his tight India shorts over his long, thin legs Prince Hans stands a quite tall and gorgeous Olympian-type hero on his fast moving Magic Carpet.

His keen eyes had spotted his angel's sylph-like silhouette struggling with some male figure in the distance. With a silent epithet on his lips, Hans clutches Elsa's icy statuette tingling around his neck over his heart where his Ice Queen's crystallized pendant was reacting to her icy fear.

From his purview, Hans could see constraints of some sort of ocean algae vines around his fair-skinned Queen, pulling her abruptly back down beneath the waves with that villainous sea creature.

Without a second thought, sword unsheathed in hand, the dashing, bare-chested redhead, young prince dives gallantly into the sea from where he was atop a racing Carpet.

SPLASH!

Hans was horrified to see his Elsa struggling with some blue-haired, human-like creature with pointed ears who had obviously been the one from the deep blocking her escape to the ocean surface.

His trusty sword ever at the ready, Prince Hans had come raging to his lover's side, straight from his bed after sensing that she was in danger and unsettled through their pendant which he still kept close to his chest every night.

"No, Hans! Don't cut it! Please stop! Prince Marzel is a friend, simply helping me get untangled! Don't hurt him!" A panicking Elsa pleads with Hans in her high soprano.

He was just about to slice her free from the milagu magic seaweed around her torso with green-eyed jealousy and red hot anger combined at her 'attacker' whom Hans would deal with next, in much the same fashion as the kelp.

That is, until the Danish prince's protective eyes noticed his Queen was breathing normally underwater, even able to speak through the water with her admonition.

It's almost as if my Elsa has been transformed into a mermaid of Danske legend…

In his delirium, Hans envisions his beautiful lady as having sprouted a silvery blue tail of shimmering diamond scales with iridescent icy white fins swishing to and fro rather than human legs. Her platinum braid bedazzles him with strings of pearls woven throughout as her silky tresses hang tantalizingly over the glistening coat of her slender torso.

There, on her tempting pale skin, a shimmering pair of petite opal shells must've been cryo-magically held in place, just so, over the sparkling jewels of her scandalously revealed cleavage.

What was even more desirable to this enamored sailor boy was the fact that his gorgeous, azure blue crystal-eyed mermaid queen was swimming freely around him. Her unafraid, unashamed, uninhibited long icy blue fingernails reach her hands out over and over in beckoned gestures over his bare chest, as if luring only he in to touch her mythical beauty…

"—Hans! Darling!? Can't you hear me? I'm all right! Truly! I've found new friends down here. Please snap out of it, min älskare! We can breathe underwater with this special kelp. You've got to trust me!" Elsa pleads as she waves her hands and swims about Hans. She was becoming quite anxious for her glassy eyed non-responsive young man who was foolishly smiling at her. She places a cold icy hand to his bare chest to wake him from his apparent reverie. "Hans? What's wrong?!"

Hans' eyebrows furrow, as he shakes his head in realization, wearing a quizzical gaze as he awakens from his tempting daydream. Somehow, through automatic self-preservation, despite his oxygen-lacked delirium, the Dane's freckled cheeks had remained filled with the stored air regulation he, as a proficient lifelong Navy man, had mastered long ago.

How was his delicate angel, with far less sea experience and lung capacity, able to accomplish better?

"Please, my prince. This magic milagu of theirs has allowed me to breathe underwater." Elsa exhibits how the kelp around her torso was glowing with magic.

As Hans continues to hold his breath, his eyes widen to witness the incredible situation being played before him.

She's not a mermaid! Must've been my imagination from the glittering sunlight hitting her just right to play tricks with my vision…not to mention that…scanty attire she IS wearing…

Again, Hans can't help but wear a goofy grin as he seems to be lost in thought, as Elsa waves her hand in front of his eyes in worry. He finally comes to his senses when she smacks his cheeks with both her palms.

A mermaid and a merman with an enormous seahorse behind him, his Elsa breathing and talking normally here under the sea…?

With reluctance, Hans withdraws his blade and returns it to its sheath at Elsa's entreated command.

But it goes against all the laws of physics for you to be able to verbalize underwater, min ædle.

"Thank goodness you're okay! You had me worried there for a moment, darling! Min kjære, Hans now be your daring self and open your mouth for me."

Hans watches Elsa's delectable lips somehow articulate through the waters, as if by some new and unknown source of magic where he too could hear her words perfectly clear as she traces a cool finger across his sealed lips.

It was some special underwater sea magic that the enchanted Ice Queen had quickly - and fearlessly, this time - embraced. After daintily untangling herself from one end of the seaweed with some easy cryokinetics, good with a lasso herself Elsa enticingly wraps some of it around her pretty man's masculine chest.

Its magical green glow ties their pair of wet bodies to draw together as she shares a portion of the magic milagu still around her slender waist to snake around her beloved's slim one with a girlish giggle of glee.

Then, close-up, Elsa smiles seductively at Hans, pleasantly forcing his unwilling mouth open with her own. Encompassing it longingly, she delivers a literal 'breath of life' kiss to him, gently opening his mouth with a little friendly persuasion.

The flabbergasted, and at the same time stimulated, young Danish prince emerges from her osculation with an attempt at some dignified contemplation when he realizes he too could breathe as well as speak aloud, just as naturally as above ground.

"More and more intriguing, min kæreste. 'Milagu' seaweed, you say? I have heard tales of seamen who've traveled this southern part of the globe and who had fallen beneath the waves. Only to wash up alive on some island shore with clouded visions of being ensnared in some vibrant green, glowing seaweed. Could those sailors' rescues be accounted for by this mystical material and the mermaids here in this South Pacific sea? Has the intake of oxygen and CO2 emission that humans require been exchanged for aqueous H2O? That would require direct conversion of the O2 and consequently the CO2 to H2O, fundamentally changing the nucleus of the carbon and oxygen atoms, assuming there is no substrate... " The scholar in Prince Hans was more than interested in the amazing scientific bio-mechanics of the milagu's airless breathing capability.

Smiling though she did not understand a word of this strange, yet attractive, pale human's technical jargon lingo, Princess Marisa of the Sirenas swims over to where Elsa had this sailor breathless and stupefied to no longer be holding his breath incredulously staring at them.

"He is every bit as smart and good-looking as you described, Elsa. So pretty, yet so masculine! And since you and Marzel have hit it off so well already, I wouldn't mind trading escorts with you for the day. May we?" Marisa had never seen a human – or merman for that matter – as beautiful as this dashingly red-headed above-worlder, and she inquisitively wanted to know more about him.

Marisa boldly swims up to Hans and caresses his recoiling sideburned cheek, instantly causing Elsa's pale ones to burn with deep pink jealousy.

Ooh! Mermaids are born bold coquettes! No wonder they're reviled as sirens around the seven seas!…So this is how Hans feels when another man is giving me attention! It is maddening to keep civil, indeed!

But remembering her role as dignified representative of her kingdom, Elsa takes a deep, calming breath – Still such a funny sensation here under the sea! – before she speaks again.

"No, I am afraid that will be out of the question, Marisa, as Prince Hans and I are to be paired as the first groomsman and maid of honor at Princess Valentina's particular request." The Norwegian Queen smoothly slides in the definite negative response to the Princess of Coronado's childish appeal to steal her gorgeous boyfriend out from under her.

"Hans, this is Princess Marisa of Coronado, Hans. And that is Prince Marzel, her brother. They have been invited to attend the wedding by their good friend, Queen Elena." Through gritted teeth, Elsa introduces her two new 'friends' to her still jaw-dropped fiancé.

"But how will these merpeople be able to…?"

"Apparently they have some sort of ability to change their fins to legs when on land." Tugging him away from a deflated Princess Marisa, Elsa explains in a confidential whisper in Hans' ear. Then she joins Marisa in petting a just coming to Scuttle to calm the delirious bird.

"That should prove quite a novelty to see." The competitive Dane had a feeling he'd enjoy watching this arrogant, somewhat sullen merman try to conform to human standards of standing on a pair of foreign legs.

"Hmph. As 'novel' as a landlubber prince doggie paddling here in full immersion. You wouldn't stand a chance against me in an underwater race, drylegs." Arms crossed in superiority, Prince Marzel smirks in a cocky rejoinder to this supercilious human counterpart he sidles up to while the two females were preoccupied.

"Care to wager a sunset ride with my Queen on that overgrown seahorse of yours later, sometime after the wedding?" Prince Hans was not, by nature, a betting man—especially concerning a lady. But he was more than confident in his own swift abilities in and out of the water and wouldn't mind wiping the smug expression off this merman's conceited face.

"Hey! I know it's Valentine's Day, kids, but this is getting ridiculous! What in Poseidon are you and Queenie doing down there, Lillebror?! I've heard of some succulent underwater techniques, but this is ridiculous!" In his irrepressible way, Eugene intimates some sexual innuendo that goes right over his father's head.

"Horace! Your cousin and his betrothed are not Pisces Ikhthys (fish). The good lady may be slightly ectothermic (coldblooded), but I would hardly class the Queen of Arendelle as being fish-like in any manner, Son." After hovering over the ocean surface in a panic for several minutes waiting Hans and Elsa's emergence, a vigilant Carpet had then returned to fetch his friend and master. The anxious Rugman had zoomed from the palace with a groggy Flynn Rider hanging onboard with King Edmund watchfully manning the helm.

Edmund and Eugene had spent several frantic minutes of hovering above the water where they had seen the Danish Prince dive into, considering what to do when neither Hans nor Elsa emerged from the briny deep.

"I believe I hear my Storbror Eugene in a panic hovering close to the surface on our friend the Magic Flying Carpet." From their vantage point beneath the waves, Hans asides to Elsa in her ear as he breaks the locked-eye dare gaze with Prince Marzel.

"A Magic Flying Carpet? Here, in Guanabara Bay?! How exciting! May I go for a ride on it, too?" Eavesdropping Marisa, foregoing her attraction to Hans in exchange for some high-flying excitement, overhears mention of the legendary being of myth.

The plucky mer-princess leaves her less-optimistic-of-the-above-world-sky brother in her proverbial fin-to-leg dust.

Hans and Elsa share a watery grin as they watch Princess Marisa boldly use her tailfins to propel herself above the sea foam and high in the air.

But by the time a keen-eyed, diligent Carpet instinctively flies under to catch her, Marisa's purple fin was mid transforming into a pair of legs.

"Whoa. Talk about pennies from heaven here in loose Rio! Good thing the wife back home isn't seeing me now. Even my imaginative Princess Rapunzel wouldn't believe how I landed in this lovely mess. Heck, I wouldn't believe me! Eat your heart out, Lance old buddy. I still got it." Eugene was far too guilty of every other crime under the sun to truly entertain the thought of taking too much pleasure in clasping this indeed fully humanized, soft tan flesh, bare shouldered and low cleavage female who had landed squarely in his lap.

But it was tough to deny her temptation existed, hot fandango covered legs and all sprawled over the gulping man.

"I assure you your sister will be safe traveling on Carpet with my happily married Storbror." With a convincing nod at a suspicious Prince Marzel, Hans quirks an eyebrow up at his larcenous cousin who could be, at times, unreliable when it came to morals.

"Would you trust that human with your precious Queen Elsa?" A clinched eye Marzel asks Hans concerning the safety of his sister with a prodded shoulder.

"I would trust my Storbror with my life, as well as my future bride's. Besides, Eugene has a beautiful wife of his own and brand-new children waiting back home for him in Corona. He would never jeopardize that bliss." Unruffled, Hans reassures the merman as his own limber body smoothly treads water as if he'd been a son of the water all his life.

Elsa admires her betrothed's viewpoint on the subject of wedded bliss as she swims closer to him, getting an intimate feel of the underwater buoyancy of their two bodies floating side by side.

"My Queen, please follow Princess Marisa and bring that poorly avian back to the surface where you can assure Eugene and his father of our wellbeing. I will meet you all back at the shore. As your nautical representative, I feel I would like to become more acquainted with our fellow guest, the mer-prince from this newfound Kingdom of Coronado beneath the sea." His lips terse and set in a smirk, Hans instructs Elsa to return to the shore with Edmund, Eugene and Scuttle on Carpet.

"Yes, my darling. But you must promise to please be more careful underwater like this. Don't get too rambunctious racing." Floating her scandalously clad body to fold into Hans' lightly hirsute chest within the undulating waves, Elsa seemed to lose her inhibitions here beneath the waters.

She once again initiates their luxuriant liplock, not sparing tongues with her debonair fiancé, as their two youthful slender frames spin around and around through the limitless fathoms in an unforgettable ocean experience.

Hans and Elsa truly enjoyed these moments of being so intimately close together, wrapped in the shimmering milagu until it became more entangled, than un-entangled from them in a breathless waltz that crescendo-ed at the ocean surface.

"Of course I will be unequivocally fastidious as to my personal safety. After all, I'm quite looking forward to standing with you, in vigorous health and intact on my own two fully functional legs again at the church altar, my perfect earth angel of beauty." Slowly un-snaking the magic kelp from around Elsa's waist and shapely hips as he lifts her above the water, Prince Hans easily lifts Elsa's desirable, slicked wet purple and blue bathing suit form.

Weightlessly he parades her cupped waist and wet torso at his eye level above his strong wading shoulders and up to where Eugene was impatiently tapping his fingers on the clear blue waters above.

"Is there an issue down there, my boy? Shall I cast a wide net?" King Edmund's deep voice sounded rather warbled from under the waves as he made the helpful offer, holding out some woven rope.

"Stand down, Captain Daddy-o. Let's give those lovebirds a minute." Eugene places a calming hand on King Edmund's shoulder, urging his action/reaction father to put his sword away in its sheath again.

"Anytime now, Lillebror." The droll thief rolls his eyes at young love and smirks down from Carpet at Hans and his adopted brother's – what else did I expect of Handsome Sideburns? – shirtlessly ripped chest emerges from the water. Tight six-pack abs were drippingly displayed by his Danish comrade before his lifted up Norwegian Queen in awe.

The Prince of the Southern Isles flaunts his fine bicep musculature to heft his blonde beauty above his adoring head up to the airborne Magic Carpet transport.

"Please take care of Queen Elsa and her new friend, Princess Marisa, in passage to the shore, paying careful attention to the injured seagull's welfare when you arrive back on land, Storbror." Hans instructs Eugene as he passes Elsa up to him, seated upon the flying Carpet.

"Oh, yeah, I'll be sure to take good care of all your birds up here, Lillebror." The experienced crook smirks at the redheaded gent still in the waters. Red-blooded Flynn Rider can't help but greedily eye the swimsuit clinging curvaceous blonde and exotic off-the-shoulder brunette tantalizingly perched on either side of the former 'not bad with the ladies' playboy.

"I see only one Aves Laridae, my boy. Has more than that one poor, dilapidated creature slipped beneath the waves, Horace?" Literal Edmund muses in concern, but Eugene merely waves him off.

"Put my robe on my Queen, Eugene." Is all a pursed lip Hans had to say explicitly before irreverent Flynn acquiesces to hand over the pale blue silk robe Hans had earlier discarded on Carpet to now be wrapped around Elsa's drenched shoulders that did not shiver.

Hans avidly watches the two females upon Carpet bring the overindulged seagull back to shore under Flynn Rider's apparently healed up and rested command.

"Now, Prince Marzel. Shall we begin?" As he drops down beneath the waves like a pro, Hans tosses the competitive glint in his eye over his shoulder at the impatient to get moving male with the edgy, flapping blue tailfin behind them.

But for the time being…maybe I could give this blue-tailed sea urchin a run on his own turf – ergh – coral.

"Since I've become as streamlined as the fishes now in these few minutes that I've mastered my breathing technique, why don't you and I make a freestyle swim run through the Bay? It will be quite a challenge in place of my usual morning calisthenics. Nonetheless, what say you to my traversing the course under water, while you stay strictly above the waves, in a stimulating race back to the shore, Prince Marzel?" Displaying more than a bit of egotism of his own, limber Hans spirals the remainder of the loose milagu around his own thin waist.

"If you still think you can face our natural underwater obstacles, I'd say: Game on, Menino do marinheiro (Sailor boy)! Let's start this 'Freestyle Swim Run', as you call it! You're referee, Cuco! Watch the landlubber doesn't get himself killed down there while I ace it up here!" Insulting Marzel impertinently announces, rearing to prove himself as he takes a position beside Hans.

"Okay. I'll try to keep an eye on both of you, so let's play fair, boys. On your marks, get set, and—" Just as the slow-to-speak, pacifist seahorse was about to signal to begin the race, Prince Marzel purposely splashes his tailfin right in Hans' face. Then the merman ascends to the surface, beginning the race prematurely with a cackle.

"That was an ungentlemanly way to commence this match…your Highness." Hans comments beneath his breath, glancing to Cuco as he clears the sea foam bubbles from his eyes. "But a gentleman will be the one to finish this race, mark my words." The Prince of the Southern Isles takes up the torch of provoked challenger with a schemy snarl crossing his handsome mug as he gives chase at optimum speed.

"May the best merman – ergh, or human – win." Crucial seconds behind, the bemused big teal seahorse applies the old adage as he watches the two young males sprint through the sea.

Strong, muscle-toned arms and legs and tailfin flapping match each other stroke for stroke as athletic Prince Hans catches up to his worthy merprince opponent, much to Marzel's surprise.

As low tide was coming in, Hans uses the flow of the sea and the strength of the milagu kelp around his chest to his advantage. He expertly lassos the long loose end of it around an undersea boulder far ahead, propelling his long legged dolphin kick, deep catch swimstroke forward exponentially.

Never as speedy above water as he was beneath the flow, the still confident-to-win Coronado Prince peeks down to see how his human counterpart was faring, so out of his league.

But no, that redheaded landlubber had sprinted far ahead and was mere meters from the underwater shoreface rock area, just beyond the beach berms.

Argh! Impossible! This human can't beat me in my ocean!

Wait! Is that…Daria down there? Of all merpeople, she can't see me lose! I must win, by all means necessary!

In his frenzied mind, flashes of their last argument, telling him how 'weak' he was, take over all other thoughts. Prince Marzel could've sworn he saw his spiked red hair, previous flame, Captain of the Coronado Royal Guard named Daria rubbernecking from the corals in the corner of his eye.

A little desperate to make sure he looked first-rate, the merman prince signals to the small pinkish cephalopod pal of his ex-girlfriend.

Dutifully saluting, Ocho throws up some personal, 'natural underwater obstacles' that he and Marzel had mischievously planned. It was just a little interference designed to slow Hans down from where the small octopus had been stationed near the surfzone breakers the human prince was rapidly approaching.

Even as an impartial observer, Cuco the large seahorse had been trying to keep up with the competitors, marveling at how brilliant the techniques of this clever human Prince who belonged to Queen Elsa could surely secure him the victory.

That is, until Cuco sees sleek Prince Hans suddenly obscured in a black inky cloud forming at the Guanabara Bay's base.

The large seahorse blows his referee whistle, but it was too late for Hans to stop.

Marzel, never wanting to lose a swimming competition, and to a human no less, had signaled Ocho the tiny melon-pink octopus to maybe muddy the waters down below the surface Marel was treading.

Literally 'muddy' them, with a cloud of dark ink pigment that was now discharged all over the waters directly in front of the young Dane, he could not distinguish where he was going.

Adrenaline filled that his victory was in reach, Hans was unable to slow his body's swift course as the taut magic milagu cord was reeling him in, as was the desired effect before. But now it was moving too rapidly for the practically blinded man to navigate in the virtual inky darkness, as poor Hans is dangerously pulled in toward the shoreface.

He would be mercilessly raked across the sharp rocks and sediment, unable to slow himself...

…GLIMMER-GLIMMER...

But something faintly begins to glisten light in the darkness, like a magic talisman against Prince Hans' bare chest…


Up top on IpanemaBeach

"Off with the robe to get you dried off underneath, young lady, or you'll catch pneumonia. Which there is no cure and far too many people die – young and old alike. Right, Hamuel?" King Edmund had scooped up Elsa with as much elegance as the big black bear's fur coat he was donning.

"Whoa-oh, that sounded a bit risqué! And a little depressing. Nothing like talking positive to get the blood pumping in the morning, Pops. Ignore him, Queenie." Eugene scolds his bluntly honest father for his indelicate treatment of refined ladies.

"Oh! Wow, Elsa! Where did you get that outfit!? I've never seen anything like it! It's amazing! That Southern Isles Prince of yours certainly would have to agree with me! Oh! You're positively shivering! Let's get you changed before you catch your death! Help me out, Maris, Val." As she comes trotting across the scarp, Queen Elena of Avalor's candid compliments and impetuous, take-charge style of toweling down and undressing the drenched Ice Queen cause Elsa to blush when she returns to the beach on Carpet with Princess Marisa and a dutifully eye-diverted Eugene.

"You got that right, pretty Senorita. My kid bro's an agreeable kinda guy. Hey, let's leave these gals to check out some of the other riveting sights here on this famed beach on this early morn, Edmund." Feeling pangs of guilt to his bride back home at Pascal's shades of color change on his shoulder, Eugene manfully swallows his voyeur curiosity and goes wandering off.

"We cannot abandon these delicate regal females in such a state of ragged dress, Horace! Not when marauders may be prowling about while they change their wet clothing! It goes against all valor not to stand guard of them here—" Rolling his eyes to the heavens, Flynn drags his imperceptive father with him down the beachfront and around the cove to give Elsa and Valentina some privacy.

The Queen of Avalor assertively removes Elsa's robe to hastily use it as a towel to dry the lustrous platinum hair of the soaked blonde beauty.

"Why, thank you, Your Majesty. But I know of some gentlemen who might not consent back home to this new type of…attire." Pink-cheeked Elsa ties the belt of Hans' robe firmly on again after getting a thorough pat down by a motherly Elena's dry towel.

Elsa could not imagine what uppity Minister Kai, nor what her dignified, conservative Papa would say to such an outlandish outfit as Valentina had provided her, and that she herself had fashioned into a skimpy bathing suit to compete with her friend's showy style.

"Just call me 'Elena', Elsa. And take it from an older, mature woman who's been in shoes similar to yours. It's a good thing those older folks are not here on the beach to pour cold water on the fun and frolic that I suggest. You've got to appreciate well-meaning advice from loved ones, Elsa. But also you've gotta know when it's your own heart that you must be bold enough to follow. Take chances and live as you wish to, not merely as you're told to conform, while still honoring your family with your love. I know Valentina understands that the secret in life is to be the best you, and 'let your light shine' brilliantly for all the world to see. I think you should take a little of her example there." Glad to see this reportedly shy Queen of Arendelle start to shed her timidity, Princess of Paraiso style, Elena meets her cherished old friend's eyes, glad to see them shining bright again.

"Me? An example to anyone, Elena? What would my Alonsy say?" As she speaks, Valentina coyly glances over her shoulder with a striking pose she knew flattered her scantily designed swimsuit. The bronze-skinned beauty had that burning feeling a certain pair of brown eyes was peering out the stateroom window from the only bedroom overlooking the beach.

Exactly where she left her oft slippery, that-close-to-being-bagged fiancé last night.

"Probably that it was worth for him to get up early. 'If just to enjoy the stellar view'." Elena knew both her two-of-a-kind, perfect match vainglorious friends well enough to have a fair idea of the lured Prince of Córdoba's likely banter to the Princess of Paraiso's eye-appealing bait by now.

Maybe this quiet Ice Queen you've chosen to be your besty at your wedding to Alonso has been a good example to you, too, Val. You seem so much more confident than just yesterday. Like the old Valentina again.

"Now, let's get you out of those wet suits to properly dry you both off with our towels in the bright morning sun. It's what we do here south of the equator. Enjoy our days in the sun." Smiling Queen Elena of Avalor speaks with the tongue of experience as Elsa concedes to the Peruvian leader's wisdom and customs on this foreign beach.

"Go on, Elsa. This is the day we must step out of our molds to be bold, right? Cough-cough." At a lightly coughing Valentina's prompt to follow her friend, Elsa gives a shellshocked nod that bows to the request of the Brazilian dark beauty on this, her wedding morning.

"Princess Valentina? I'm Princess Marisa of Coronado. Thank you for the invitation to your wedding. We don't get much chance to spend time beyond the shores where we can meet so many different peoples from around the world! My brother and I swam all the way here to attend. You and your beaches are more beautiful than Elena described when the invitations arrived. Almost as lovely as my new friend Elsa."

With a cocked gaze that was not just a little bit envious of her icy friend getting all the accolades, Valentina looks approvingly nonetheless at the lilac chiffon, off the shoulder sleeved, purple armored, fancy silver decorated beachwear covering over the vibrant Princess of Coronado's immodestly covered cleavage and torso. The transformed mermaid required no toweling down, as her magically constituted clothing was instantly dried the moment the Princess of Coronado stepped on dry land.

"Paraiso welcomes you, Princess Marisa. Cough." Valentina softly chokes out the introductory salutation to the foreign, visiting mer-princess.

"—Hans!" From where she had been making pleasant conversation where Queen Elena had joined Valentina and Princess Marisa chattering on the beach, Elsa suddenly clutches at her heart.

"Elsa?! What's wrong?!" Elena, no stranger to adventurous danger herself, rushes after the scantily clad pale Queen of Norway to the beach scarp edge.

"Elsa! Where are you going?!" Valentina tries to squeal out, but her voice once again begins to fail her as she grows increasingly tense with worry. Valentina and Elena watch their demure, quiet Norwegian friend come out of her chrysalis like a butterfly with the icy blue and pale lavender ribbons of her beachwear levitating all about her body…

"Queenie! Talk about impatience! Ol' Sideburns said that he'll be up in a minute! What the hell are you doing?! Is walking on water one of your new parlor tricks, Your Legginess?! Come on, Rugman! Suicidal Ice Queen watch time!" Eugene jumps onto Carpet's instantly airborne back. His mouth was running off as fast as his swift legs as the younger Bohemian leaves his older father in the dust.

The animated Persian rug - who missed hanging out on the hot sands he recalled with nostalgia sometimes - had been quick to occupy the sands for his new master thief to lie out on beside Princess Valentina's abandoned beach blanket after arriving on this end of the beach.

While his antsy, sword-at-the-ready Dad preferred to keep sentinel watch, vigilantly marching up and down the shore, Flynn Rider had planned to just sit back as a spectator and wait for Hans and his boyish fun and games with that merman beneath the waves.

Elsa was in her full Ice Queen mode, unable to hear, nor address Eugene, his father, nor the three anxious faced women left in her ice dust trail.

A frantic ice storm of wild flurries begin to blizzard all around her as the Ice Queen steps across the frozen waves without fear, without panic, only in intense need to protect the man she loved.

…Spirits, please come to my call…

Racing across the waves, petrified in ice with each step of her icy heeled sandals, the Queen of the Winter abruptly pauses over a certain spot atop of the shoreface. Then she raises her flowing lilac and white, velvety sleeved hands to the sky with a prayer and a whisper for much needed guidance.

"Bring my hero safe to me." As an aquamarine iridescent light glimmers within her illuminated eyes, an icy stallion races across her icy irises, as 5th Element Winter Ice Queen Elsa of Arendelle's magical heart pounds with thundering hoofbeats for her lover…


Somewhere across the ocean deep, into uncharted Scandinavian waters, minutes ago…

In a dazzling array of light and sound, untold magic filled the aurora borealis with a new and vivid light and color which danced upon the mysterious glacier known in legend by the one word—'Ahtohallan'.

Agnarr Bernadotte was gazing around at the almost startling scene of the frozen in time watery tableaus with more trepidation than the wonder that was plainly evident on his wife's lovely features.

Speechless at the still-life cascade of memories preserved in verglas liquid which lined the halls of this vast frozen edifice's interior, Queen Iduna stood beside him on the edge of the cavernous mouth of the Fortress entrance.

"Is this where I'm meant to be, Iduna? Why will your Ahtohallan find me worthy to explore its unknown depths this time?" Agnarr's baritone voice in a hushed whisper sounded as small and almost uncertain as Iduna ever recalled.

In this moment her husband reminded her of that introverted young boy from those bygone days of their youth before the weight of leadership and kingdom care had grounded her stubborn man to be more confident in himself.

At least, more confident of who he thought he was destined to be.

"Maybe because you're finally ready to hear it all. The spirits would not have led us here if it was not so." The Northuldra child in Iduna answers frankly, her ever-present warm hand squeezing back her mate's increasingly cold one. Her every sense tingled with the knowledge the four elements were not only near, but were watching their every move since she and her partner in life had walked into the so-called Fortress of Solitude.

Along the glowing footstep way. King Agnarr and Queen Iduna began perusing through the frozen memory strewn scenes that began to generate in constituting flashes before their path.

"Hmph. From what I've seen of them, my love, those spirits of yours are a finicky bunch." The Arendelle King quietly scoffed in recollection of the first and last time he had been in the presence of the guardians of Nature that so silently and mysteriously held sway.

That was when the Water elemental revered as the 'Nokk' and who capriciously ruled the fjords and oceans so integral to Norway, reared his mighty head through the glacial floor.

Nokk snorts up at him from under the translucent glacier ice floor. It was as if in open challenge to that statement and the grimace King Agnarr was awarding a certain frozen in time familiar Dane near a certain familiar fireplace in a certain familiar living room taunting a certain familiar braided princess.

I am the ruler of this nation, Elemental Water steed. You do not intimidate me, as I now know you tried to my daughter Elsa, which I can plainly see from these frozen ice memories.

The King's instinctive male disposition that rejected any challenger, merged with righteously indignant paternal anger, was piqued. So much so the King could not focus on much else as his eyes soaked up frozen memory after memory which told the story of the past problems, pressures and prince who dared to deceive his daughters in vivid detail.

"It's time to let go of the anger of the past, Ice King. It is time to hold onto the joy of the future, for the sake of Arendelle and all you love." A strange yet familiar voice breaks through the final barrier of ice in Agnarr's soul as he began to realize his full potential.

"Can't you hear her song, Agnarr? Please listen! Her heart breaks for you to listen!" Just at that moment, Iduna abruptly grabs her temples and closes her eyes tightly as if in some heartfelt pain as she suddenly sinks to her knees.

"Iduna!" Agnarr tears his bedazzled eyes away from the mesmerizing circles of light and whirring sounds around all the iced effigy memories his human mind was trying to comprehend the full range of.

"Whose song? Whose heart, my Windlass? The Snow Queen? Or Elsa's?" His pale ice eyes search his wife's as Agnarr grips Iduna by her shoulders for both her answer and her inner strength to help him.

"Ahtohallan's heart connects them…and you as well, Agnarr." Spoken in clear terms that were yet incomprehensible to the human Arendelle King, Queen Iduna shivers with the River's song.

And its mesmerizing refrain that this special Northuldran could hear since she was a girl was in the midst of revealing new awareness to her concerning all she knew and loved.

If only I can find the words to share it with you, my darling!

"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound…Come my Darling homeward bound. When all is lost, then all is found…" In her sweetest soprano, Iduna stares deep into Agnarr's confused, but finally ready to accept eyes as she prays to God above that her merged hymn melody would reach into his soul…

But neither music nor lyrical words would ever be enough to express to this selected man all that needed to be said to his full heart.

KISS!

So Iduna of the Enchanted Forest and Arendelle decided to show all the faith, hope and love she felt for him and their new future together.

"Long ago the winter spirit—the Snow Queen—prayed a prayer of pure loving hope which was answered in passing on her blessed gift to the form of a royal babe, just as our people too were given a gift from Heaven in a special child. Years later the bridge of shadows between the Enchanted Forest and Arendelle was crossed by that hope of the Creator's faithful love, when both of these destined children grew to man and woman. Ice King, you and Iduna were those blessed children—a powerful force on this earth. You two hold the key to keeping that precious peace and balance in our chosen land between nature and man with your amazing grace of love. And she senses you are near. Now's your chance to fulfill that promise."

Echoing from the iridescent verglas walls, Yelena's raspy voice breaks through the enchanted winds and leaves and snows on autumn leaves swirling around the destined pair of lovers.

"Are you ready, Agnarr? It isn't too vey far." Inspired by her adopted mother, Iduna could feel something in the nature her people were so a part of, changing just beyond the edge of the cave.

"I am at last prepared to follow your lead wherever you wish to take me, Iduna. Just as this foolish man should have done all those years ago in raising our dearest little girls." The King honestly imparts the remainder of his guilt to the one person in the universe who understood that all his past motives were born of love and meant for good, though they didn't always involve wisdom.

"Hahahaha!" Yelena's soul-sent laughter from afar in sardonic merriment invigorates the icicles dangling from the cave's ceiling to shiver in 'mother-in-law type' secret delight.

"I've been waiting to hear that for a very long time, my beautiful, stubborn Agnarr, dear love of mine." The dark haired Queen gives her husband's hand a tight squeeze as her genuine smile, filled with lyrical poetry illuminates the sterile, blinding white frost cavern's final vestiges with Northern Light radiance behind her.

As one heart and mind, Agnarr and Iduna together step out from the silent ice cave they had been strolling through hand in hand along its growingly colorful aurora borealis lit path.

Astounding new energies surge from within and without, making subtle frosted and nature themed changes to their regal clothing with each step they took.

Eyes wide open in new wonder, the speechless pair stand before a dazzling array of Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter on display in a surreal mix of seasonal nature. And it was all supernaturally encapsulated within this wintry kingdom of magical beauty upon the mysterious glacier called Ahtohallan.

"It's like the Garden of Eden…" Unaware his Sjoforsvaret uniform had been slowly spirit transformed into a more ice pastel frosted jacket suited for an elemental monarch of such an amazing kingdom, Agnarr whispers in awe.

He, in reverence, bows his head to the Lord Above for this new and wondrous possibility that only in true humility would have been granted him.

"'Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessèd, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, thy great Name we praise.'"

As Iduna starts singing this uplifting hymn to not only calm the nerves of her uptight husband, but for her own benefit as well, heart-warming burnt oranges and magenta reds and golden amber symbols of breezy trees and flickering flamed flowers decorate her pastel violet dress.

Her clothing and hairstyle too had been subtly undergoing changes as silky as ocean waves organza sleeves emerge beneath her long, pale indigo leafy cape while Iduna's queenly brown chignon bun loosens to wisps of curls that cascade like water freely about her shoulders.

Hand in hand, the magically transformed King and Queen of Arendelle walk deeper into the glacial cave called 'Ahtohallan' that held their future within its mystery.

As a little child in the Enchanted Forest, Iduna had been made to know she was the 'special one'. Yet not in so many words from Yelana, or any of the other elders, exactly.

Just something in the very wind rustling through the trees, with every ember alight in the campfires, at each swell of ground which took root, and on the ripples of lake waters that bespoke her sweet song.

"'Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might;
Thy justice like mountains high soaring above
Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.'"

By that amazing Grace she sung of so heartfully, in that single moment, all the fear and hurt, the traces of pent-up anxiety, prejudice, anger and hesitation are washed away into unlimited potential.

And that Light within this man who strived for goodness — despite his own earthly father's false instruction – was reflected and amplified yet again by his mate's purity of heart and shared love for his wondrous nation and their even more wondrous children.

Now, with endless possibilities because of Iduna and Agnarr's great faith in the Lord above, a new realm of peace is revealed to this perfectly matched pair of man and woman.

"'Great Father of glory, pure Father of light,
Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight;
But of all Thy rich graces this grace, Lord, impart
Take the veil from our faces, the vile from our heart.'"

They had gone through many trials side by side, and had grown in their spiritual beings to be blessed as the guardians of this special new kingdom.

All the elements of God's glorious Nature were to now stand at Agnarr and Iduna Bernadotte's wise and devoted command. For together they now fully understood absolutely that it was of Him they would always serve under to preserve that fragile as a sun-drenched flower in the wind, yet strong as the flowing mountain stream's guiding peace.

"'All laud we would render; O help us to see
'Tis only the splendour of light hideth Thee,
And so let Thy glory, Almighty, impart,
Through Christ in His story, Thy Christ to the heart.'"

"Dear God, please grant me your guidance…" Agnarr whispers under his frosted ginger moustache as he and his wife stand before the awesome sight of Ahtohallan's glacial mouth calling them in.

Ahtohallan's ancient heart continues to sing her new song that promised to be deep, thoughtful and strong. Yet with Iduna's soft harmony at his side, Agnarr's melody beat tender and beautifully sweet as well under the aurora borealis which seemed specially agleam just for they two.

This daughter of Northuldra and son of Arendelle would forge a new life here where all things were made fresh and clean in a flash of God's guiding paternal eye.


Thousands of miles to the South, in the Arctic Zone of Antartica…

The frozen tundra that coated this southernmost area of the world reverberated with this change which was sweeping over the landscape from its sister land in the far Arctic north.

The Snow Queen of old smiles at this splendid energy that swirled down the super cool wind streams and through the frost barrier of her very being with its flawless glow of purity. She waves her powerful hand to open a mirror portal for her words to be not only heard by the pair beginning their new realm as joint guardians of Ahtohallan, but soulfully felt, too.

"You are, at last, living to your full potential to be His shining example to guide all men to the serenity in the quiet of nature through your mate's special link to the elements as guardians there. Now, my Wind Chime Boy, you are who you were meant to be, with your amazing Iduna at your side. For she believed in you, under all those years of chilled frost clouding your human mind, so now the Lord has rewarded her faith with His trust in you. I prayed for this day to come, when you, Agnarr, would forevermore be called the 'Wind Chime King of Harmony' and Iduna your strong melody's 'Queen of Harmony'. From now on, the weight and worries of a single kingdom will no longer trouble you, dear boy, for in His wisdom and patience and goodness you will now walk side by side with the woman who epitomizes natural harmony. For a solitary spirit was not meant to walk alone in this realm as I have finally realized and found rest here to watch over the land with my God-given mate."

The Snow Queen pauses in her ice mirrored, mental message echoing on the cool winds that connected she and the Ice King through Iduna's shared soul to glance beside herself.

There, in the new Snow Palace she had erected over the black ice which constantly kept the Djaevelen beast confined below, the ancient Spirit of the Winter had found peace in making this her home. For here in the Antarctic, Ragi was always at his Snow Queen's side to be her strength and good judgment through the magic of true love God had blessed their hearts with for one another.

"The possibilities are endless now that your heart has been opened to learn from your better half, who originated the Spirit of Harmony that moved the elementals to find peace with mortals. As the new Spirit of Melody, she is linked to your every sense as man and wife were first designed by our Maker to travel this life together. Now you will both serve Him as the perfect caretakers of not only that special Land of the Midnight Sun, but also to be in commune with all of Nature, North and South, East to West of the globe. As Winter Spirit, have no fear, I will keep my vigil over the devil trapped beneath this permafrost Winter here in the South, maintaining the cold season all over the world, as you and Iduna take on this new mission to observe the elementals there from henceforth. From their whimsical and wild ebbs and floes to their mischievous breezes on clear days; to their capricious tempests as the ground feels the need for fiery upheaval, have courage in the strength of your Love for each other to rely on as God intended. In it you will find inner peace and grow to understand your place there in Ahtohallan is for keeping His world of magnificent Nature complete here on Earth, until the goal of Heaven someday we will behold."

Closing his eyes as he took a deep breath, Agnarr didn't have to even turn around from the Snow Queen's mirrored sky scrying to see that Iduna's hand was there to grasp his tight. Both sensed through the illuminated aurora one another so plainly, so completely that they each felt the other as an extension of their own rejuvenated, mystically costume changed bodies.

'For our Elsa, to be free to live as she wishes-–neither concealed nor forced by duty-on her own chosen path, I will become the Spirit of Harmony in her place.' Agnarr's mind, though full of this fearful new discovery and awesome responsibility, never forgot his important role to care for his children first and foremost.

The Ice King's heart was touched especially as his pale blue eyes drink in the ice sculpture memory at the foot of the frosted steps of the teary-eyed Southern Isles Prince whom Elsa had re-erected reaching out in true regret for the mercy of forgiveness God had instilled in her soul.

With the vow to do the right thing this time, Agnarr squeezes his wife's hand even tighter as he leads Iduna forward into the unknown he was willing to face for the sake of those he loved, knowing she felt the exact same way.

'For our Anna, to follow her dream to share, in that beautiful life with her sister, forever free and fair. I will become the Spirit of Melody between them, never to be erased.' In this hushed place that welcomed the two in, neither did Iduna require speaking aloud the cherished names of their lovingly close baby girls in dulcet rhyme with her accepting mate. Both she and her husband could feel in each other's hearts how they would give up everything and do anything – even give up a kingdom and forge this changed life here far to the north of their home - to bring happiness back to their precious daughters' lives.

'With no more secrets from their headstrong parents to mess things up, my love.' Getting the hang of their psychic connection quickly, for there was nothing to hide anymore between them, Agnarr's adoring eyes pledge to his soulmate the frankness she had always desired as Iduna laughs where she hung upon his strong arm's embrace.

"Together we will all be watching as your beloved Elsa develops her gifts, now with the chance to forge a beautiful life in her own time and choosing, as rightful Queen of Arendelle, with her brave and pure-hearted sister Anna cherishing their future together at her side. This is the special wish you two good parents have both been praying over all these years, Agnarr, Iduna – the reward of a normal life together for Elsa and Anna to be full of joy and sisterhood and true love that the Lord has seen fit to grant your 'Little Snow Angel' and 'Gingersnap'. For now those dreams can be made reality as their selfless, caring parents-as the new 5th and 6th Spirits- are now here to take the North Winter Queen's dutiful place in Ahtohallan so she can return to rule Arendelle, live side by side with sister and people and mates as both she and Anna dream. I am pleased with you both to so selflessly offer to lift the tremendous weight from her young shoulders with your own harmony. Agnarr, set to Iduna's perfect melody of shared godly, unconditional Love. May God continue to bless your precious family with His incredible Peace as I admire your progress from afar. You are at last where you are meant to be, my Windchime Boy."

With new, opened eyes to the soul which truly understood their shared place in this land that Yelana and the Snow Queen had explained, Agnarr and Iduna realize they were no longer serving as King and Queen of Arendelle, but now in Elsa's stead as the Guardians of Ahtohallan, for all its mystery and wonder.

They share that eager, hopeful, thrilled smile with one another, just as they used to do when they were children together.

In a marvelous display of the Northern Lights mingled with the energies of the four elementals in agreement with their Creator as to this new path ahead, Agnarr and Iduna enter Elsa's previously lonely Fortress of Solitude 'throne room' on this northernmost, solitary glacier.

But now it was all magically transformed into a dynamic Fortress of Melody & Harmony.

Fearlessly humming along beneath her elemental shawl that personified her role as Queen of Nature's Harmony, in her new windblown leafy cape and pastel hearth-hued gown with its fluidly flowing chiffon sleeves, Iduna leads a no longer anxious Agnarr into their new abode.

The Windchime King of Melody was proudly donning his equally fashionable frost version of his naval uniform with ice fractal crystals in place of its medals and trims as he confidently squeezes his bride of three decades by the hand to walk into their extraordinary new realm.

Gazing into one another's curious, enthusiastic eyes, Agnarr and Iduna then start to race in hand in hand as the Lord God's Faith, Hope and Love bolster their new roles, as sounds of satisfied trumpets ring throughout the long halls.

The heavenly music seemed to cause trickling light amid the polar night to glow and slowly grow with a different season upon every memory icicle, statue and pillar – whether good or bad - created in the Ahtohallan Fortress in the past.

And that light reminded the pair that forgiveness was eternal and all things were made new when seen through the vista of God's patient love for this couple who would have one another to show wisdom in all things, for they would never be alone.

And the four elements, vivid with color and light, return home from wherever they were scattered across the globe to start to swirl around their two new guardians in a fresh and exciting way. Earth, Wind, Fire and Water all recognized the Lord's insight to herald in this new era of peace as all give thanks and praise to the Creator for this chance now to shine with Iduna and Agnarr's specially merged Melody and Harmony …


'Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise' - Hymn written by Free Church of Scotland minister, Walter Chalmers Smith 1867


Long time no see, Frozen Again friends!

I know it's been a while since I last updated a chapter in our series. We left you at quite a cliffhanger, with Elsa sinking underwater and drowning and all, but our family has been going through some real-life major health scares these past months, with my Daddy needing major medical help and our constant care at home nowadays.

In between these frightening days of hospital visits and sickness woes, I find great refuge in the Lord and the humble gift He has given me to share my light with others. I pray my Frozen Again story and the exciting lives of our fairytale friends will uplift my spirit and hopefully yours too through these rough times for many. May it connect our hearts and bring us again back to share some of God's simple joys and smiles of joy through the strife of life that, at times, seems insurmountable.

I know that I know, deep in my heart just as Elsa had learned to embrace her faith in our long tale, that not only is 'the Lord nearest to the broken-hearted' but also that 'I can do all things through Christ Who strengthens me.' So I will 'have hope in the Lord, to renew my strength and soar like eagles; run yet never grow weary.'

God be near and bless you all to keep you safe and smiling as we enter this June's summer, filled with Love.

And may I ask to please pray with me for my wonderful Daddy, as I am for yours too, on this special weekend we celebrate our first heroes—our fathers—on this Father's Day.

Please Lord, please grant me Your Guidance as we bow our heads in prayer for my beloved Buddy's health to be restored and his spirit to seek Your infinite Peace and heavenly Hand as our family gathers around our beloved patriarch on this Father's Day. Please give him strength to face the pain and path ahead with renewed courage in Your Divine Light to guide him. In Jesus' healing name, Amen.

Love and hugs and much gratitude for your friendship that the Lord has blessed me with over the years, my Fanfiction friends. Hope to see you again soon with our shared smiles across the miles under God's good guidance to soar,
Haruka

P.S. This chapter's title was inspired by Disney's latest movie 'Raya and the Last Dragon'! "Gabay" translates from Filipino Tagalog where Raya is from as the Southeast island setting of the adventure fantasy movie takes us to that warm-climate region. I always try to include some Disneyana in our Frozen Again series, and here's a quite fitting exciting one!

Hope you enjoyed this pivotal entry in our saga. It's been quite a romantic, exciting ride for young love Helsa in Paraiso on vacation in Brazil and a transformed Agduna in Ahtohallan at their new 'Fortress of Melody & Harmony' home in Norway with a new world of possibilities opening up, too! Thanks for coming along! ^_^