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"Frozen Again: 'Love Never Ends"
Act IX
'Summer of Love Special'
Chapter 31
"Farewell to the Marvelous City"
The rest of the evening paled in comparison for Elsa to her 'mer-prince' Hans' stunning deep submerged waltz and reaffirmation of their closely impending wedding date. The scintillated Ice Queen was beyond satisfied after this Valentine's sunset romance her man had given her, her elemental shielded heart yet at peace with the world at large.
Beachcombers Olaf and Eliana had apparently been enjoying the Paraiso summer all afternoon while Elsa and Hans were at play. The snowpeople had been accompanied to the Copacabana beach nearby with a rather perturbed Councilor Kai who had been anxiously keeping an eye out for the absconded couple.
Eyeing the shirtlessly immodest Prince of the Southern Isles when the pair emerged back on the beach with dagger eyes, Kai had only kept his composure then due to his wife's punishing pinch.
The self-conscious-when-stared-at Dane had hurriedly reclaimed his suit and boots and royal naval jacket from the beach scarp rock, scurrying into the cabana on the edge of the water to change back to decency under the older man's critical view.
Elsa only could giggle and wave at how adorable her pink cheeked young man was when he became flustered. Particularly when his thin yet muscular frame was in a tight retreat and she got to see those gorgeous legs – back to fine form after sporting a merman's tail minutes ago – in attractive motion.
"Hee hee hee." Chuckling at the frolicsome scene, Gerda insisted her lumbago prone husband roll up his long pants to go wading with her and cool down in the warm summertime ocean waters. It was a homeopathic treatment which the Arctic region Norwegians so rarely could indulge in that the wise lady used the excuse of the take her hubby's attention away from the younger set.
The quick changed, blushing Vise Admiral emerged from the cabana and made his saluted excuses to both Arendelle's Queen and vigilant, though wet-legged Chief Minister with a bow that he had to check if his naval craft was fully ready to leave in the morning.
So as Olaf merrily laid out in the sun with a drink in his hand, snow up against the burning sands, Elsa had been parted from viewing her handsome young man.
As Hans swiftly left the beach, a mirthful Elsa decided to keep a watchful eye on her reckless snow buddy, creating a quick ice beach chair to finally sit and collect her pleasantly stolen away breath.
It was then that Elsa, when her thoughts traveled to sense how things were with Anna and her parents back home across the sea, that she felt a slight twinge of worry. And when the elementals she had become connected to likewise did not respond as openly as usual, the Ice Queen's ruffled spirit was becoming a bit perturbed.
Added to that, sweet Eliana and her giddy, somewhat melty 'Frosty' snowman who had been sunning himself all afternoon during the Ice Queen's underwater excursion with her well-toned fiancé had tried to convince Elsa all was fine.
But it appeared to Elsa that even the little guy's permafrost was having a rough time against the baking hot afternoon sun here in mid-February's summer 90°F blistering Brazilian heat. It caused the creased brow 5th Spirit to wonder if it had something to do with that gnawing sensation at the back of his benefactress' elemental magical being.
Eliana, on the other hand, was wise enough – or prissy enough – to hold up a pretty parasol over her snowy head so that her permafrost magic did not have to work overtime, as Olaf's intact, but beleaguered sloshy and coals hot snowbody required.
When Elsa saw that Olaf's arms too were suffering from a slight case of bark-burn, she had begun cryo-nursing her first creation with a dose of cousin Eugene's tea tree and coconut oil-based, rejuvenating and rehydrating salve.
It must simply be this strange, upside-down season on this side of the globe that has my ice magic jumbled.
Soon thereafter, the trying to stay blissfully humming young woman had been ushered by a concerned Kai back to Paco Imperial Palace, to get the pale skinned Queen out of the sun as well.
The remainder of the night Elsa barely had a moment to speak privately to Hans. The couple was much in demand due to Norway's previous isolated national stance, Hans' reinstatement into the Southern Isles royal clan, as well as interest in their recent epic battles at sea which harrowing adventure had been bandied about by the Dane's seafaring brothers.
Prince Hans and Queen Elsa each had many dutiful farewells to bid to King Pedro and his court, as well to the many international leaders present who desired to meet the mysterious Scandinavian pair.
It left the two not much time more than a passing opportunity - under Minister Kai's watchful eye escorting her upstairs - for Elsa to reward her fiancé with a chaste good night and whispered 'thank you' kiss on this thrilling Valentine's Day close.
Which was more than enough for lovestruck eyed Hans to give a blissful sigh that would last him long into this last night here in unforgettable Paraiso.
The next morning Queen Elsa of Arendelle awakens from her fantastic dream full of magical sea creatures of all sizes, shapes and varieties, singing and dancing under the sea to Prince Hans in her own incredible mermaid love rhapsody.
As if waking from a magical, deep water waltz, Elsa smiles gratefully out the window to God at this very last, very beautiful morning sun that greets her in scenic, sunny, unforgettable Paraiso.
That's when a glint of that hot sun's fire hits her unshielded right in the eyes, though a thick wet sea fog quickly attempted to wash the glaringly candid flicker away.
But the keen 5th Spirit had already heard the wisp of a commanding yet sweet melody on the attentively empathic wind her innate curiosity could not ignore.
Chime. Chime. Chime!
In the distance was a familiar cave's entrance, where the faint, far-off vision of a lady arrayed in a rainbow of colorful, filmy shawls and downy springtime leaves appears to calmly beckon some unseen yet intense power source to follow her direction into a blazing molten landslide on the other side of the ceaselessly flowing river.
The slender woman, awash in fabrics created by the rainbow colors of nature outside circling all around her, moved fluidly just beyond a thick veil of wind-tossed willow branches. She was holding something out towards the silhouette of a stately man who stood upon a raised plinth overlooking the fiery horizon.
The loosed, flowing haired woman all glowing in light turned from where she carrying the small, silver lily harp like that of an angel towards him. But instead of strings, upon the iridescent harp, hung icy windchimes which all of the vacillating landscape and time itself seemed to stand still to heed the ringing thereof.
Chime. Chime. Chime!
As the gossamer draped female shivered her harp's windchimes, a loud earthquaking of thunderous hooves pounding from above proliferated the frozen Fortress of Solitude she was suddenly within. The breeze in tandem with the shifting ground scattered Fall leaves and Spring flower petals over the already Summer warmth shattered, large Winter ice transom at the other end of the ever-changing distant kingdom's spectrum.
There a flabbergasted Elsa momentarily glimpsed - through that projected prism of the aurora borealis in this most confusing fantasy vision where the faces were still hazy - a drenched wet, yet undeterred man keenly listening for the sound of those windchimes. It was as if its lilting music was enlightening him on what path beyond the open Fortress' perimeter to follow.
Uniformed in pale grays and blues beneath a frosty mantle of white, the moustached leader stood astride the frosted Winter waves where he urged the Autumn breakers to change into seasonal Summer melts that soon met the Spring neap tides.
He held in his translucent blue hand the self-same crystal sceptre that the Winter Ice Queen had fashioned in her Tenerity awakening as the wind takes him through the multi-hued sky. The soaring figure now gazed down over where he had been challenging the tumultuous dark waters, and winning thus far as the embodiment of elemental ice with his mate's natural light to guide him.
Eyes filled with an indefinable zeal, the tall guardian triumphantly waved his scepter down towards his partner lady, who smiled and started to sing, it seemed, right at Elsa, where she was standing at the edge of the dream's precipice.
'Where Nature's warm wind met the land's cold sea, the River blossomed, her seasons complete…Go my darlings, homeward bound…No longer lost, here safe we are found…'
Chime. Chime. Chime!
Ebbing in and out of consciousness at the clear bell's sound, an echoing song, both new and old and undefined was tickling at the back of the icy daughter of Harmony's mind, calling Elsa back to the first light of morning's reality.
Mama…? Papa…?! Was that you? But not…the same as you ever looked or sounded before…Was that the Dark Sea? Was that…Ahtohallan? But it wasn't frozen anymore…? Flowers and leaves in the Ice Fortress? What does this all mean…?
Alerted by Eliana that Elsa was awake, a smiling Johanne soon enters the room to dress and groom her young Queen for breakfast one final time. But the ladies' maid was totally unaware that her young charge's mind was in some state of flux for the inexplicable conundrum of hearing her mother's song, cadence and very voice altered in some intangible way Elsa could neither fathom nor explain.
"Are you well, my dear girl? You look as if…you've heard the call of the fairies…" The once staid and serious, faithful older servant had obviously fallen under the romantic Spanish flair of her own new husband whom she had dared to give up her whole world to chase a new dream with on this distant shore from home.
"Perhaps I have, Johanne." Elsa smiles thoughtfully. She did not wish to startle her dear old friend on their last morning together with what could be simply an upset queasy turn on her part in the form of a confused dream.
Not until I decipher more of its meaning…Spirits? Was that my Mama, Queen Iduna, singing? Was that Papa, King Agnarr, facing the Dark Sea? Or simply a confused dream? Please answer me!
"Are you really all right, Queen Elsa? Is the thought of breaking the news of your impending wedding to your parents and…others…worrying you?" The tall woman places a gentle hand on Elsa's pale features compassionately feeling for the younger female facing some opposition in her marital choices from stubborn old men.
I fully understand, having a well-meaning, yet suffocating brother such as Kai! Believe you me, my dear! But nothing – not the years apart, nor anyone on the face of this green earth - could stop my destiny with my Esteban once I surpassed the Deceiver's fear. I see that happiness was foreordained by our Creator now, and hope you will see yours sooner than I with your handsome prince, too.
"Of course. I'm fine, Johanne. It was just a dream…" Elsa does her best to shake the baffling vision off from her uptight mind as she looks to Johanne's worried face.
I'll think about that all tomorrow.
"I'm not anxious for the wedding at all. I simply won't tell Minister Kai about our moved-up bridal date until we arrive back home to inform the whole family in person, Johanne. But make no mistake, Prince Hans and I will be wed upon our return to Arendelle in the Spring. I realize you'll be busy starting your life in Avalor with the Chancellor at that time and perhaps won't be able to make it back home. But I know you'll both be with me in spirit on my happy day if not." Getting back into her confident mode as she fully awakens, Elsa informs her loyal ladies' maid with a hug farewell.
After all, trusted Johanne was the first to be told of this joyous news from her Queen's lips of the newly set date of her marriage whilst she was putting Elsa to bed last night.
"Indeed! Good for you, my girl! Embrace your moment with no fear holding you back! I will always be praying to the Lord for giving me you and your family to care for, dear Queen Elsa. Because over all these years of triumphs and trials and laughter and tears together, you have all truly become my own family, too." Showing emotion she rarely exhibited, tall, no longer so gaunt-faced Johanne, tearfully answers. The tall, grayish tawny woman lovingly pets the young blonde's hair to be styled to the beautiful perfection which the ladies' maid always prided herself upon.
After sharing these tender moments, Johanne joins Gerda and Eliana to finish packing up Elsa's suitcases, so their Queen would be ready for the Gler's departure later this afternoon.
Putting the perplexing vision of her unknown dream aside for the moment, Elsa then heads down into Paraiso Palace's still festively pink, floral decorated palisade.
It was in the rear overlooking the sea where other guests were also gathering to view the newlywed couple open their wedding gifts before their 'incomparably marvelous Bridal Tour' would begin.
There, a blooming cheeked Princess Valentina – who certainly was no disappointment to her very pleased, sleepy eyed dream Prince Charming on the sofa behind her – was waiting to bid her maid of honor at her wedding just yesterday, a fond farewell.
"Thank you so much, Elsa. For everything. You and Prince Hans have become such true friends to us. Alonsy and I will never forget you for helping us stride down that aisle to our happy ever after." Devoid of all nervousness once again, the self-absorbed Princess of Paraiso's vocal issues were apparently resolved as she genuinely gives Elsa her warmest hug of friendship with ample speech of praise.
Her complementary Prince Charming of Córdoba had a self-satisfied, smug look on his face as he lazily leans over and gives a short clipped wave from where he had been lounging on the settee right behind Valentina.
"Yeah, I know it pains you, Elsa. But I guess this really is 'adios' for us. I suppose, after all the fun times we shared together in your cold, frozen North country, you'll always think of just how close you came to being my lucky bride. An enviable position, eh, my Valentine?" The eternally full of himself young man awards Elsa and then subsequently Valentina with his most winsome, egotistic grin.
"Very." Valentina was obviously enough still in the raptures of spending her first night of connubial bliss with her new husband to argue his immodest point. "It's your turn next, Elsa." Valentina whispers out huskily. Especially after Prince Alonso defies Victorian standards by crawling up to his knees to give his bronze skinned wife's much admired and attended neck yet another sumptuous kiss.
"Hopefully you'll get your chance to perform on your wedding night even a portion of how exceptionally appreciated I was at mine, Hansie-boy. I'd be willing to give you some tips, old man. But going into such intimate detail may prove to embarrass my lovely, blushing young bride." As the other wedding guests were all milling about, Alonso rises from his chair to smugly pull Hans to the side.
The Danish Prince had just arrived to respectfully give his valediction to the remainder of the Royal guests he had not already taken his leave of last night.
That included his brothers Didrik and Peter, who both raise their brows at what the spicy South American Prince just intoned in front of their blushing wives and female children.
All of whom had fortunately eluded making their eligible, swooned over, Casanova of Argentina cousin neither of the grateful men's son-in-law.
The relieved elder Princes of the Southern Isles had thusly been convinced by their Hispanic wives to extend their visits for the full fledged family getaway vacations in South America both Antonia and Lujza had been hoping for a long time.
Now as for his other 'Storbror' who attended Valentina and Alonso's wedding…
Prince Hans was never surprised when Eugene Fitzherbert Przmyslid opted to travel by way of his much speedier Magic Flying Carpet rather than endure seasickness, sea monster/mermaid /pirate attacks. Never mind the prospect of capsized ocean vessels as they traveled through rough glacier territory in the treacherous cold Atlantic at this godforsaken time of year.
After all, the two-days-tops, leisurely flight with speed of sound Carpet as wingman beat the HmNos Gler's month-long itinerary route home flat.
Even the Captain of the Portuguese liner, the Santa Teresa, which the Gler had been escorting, was in no hurry to return to the cold winter in Europe when it was a gorgeous summer here Brazil.
So the majority of its passengers who had not opted to stay in Paraiso were glad to find passage back on the HmNos Gler instead.
Dutiful Kommander Westergaard was prepared to make all haste with his commissioned steamship back to Norway, as under the explicit orders of his Admiral, the King of Arendelle.
After all, Hans did have added incentive now to get back to Arendelle in a hurry, too.
The end of this voyage's colorful rainbow led to the Spring, when Hans' exquisite Queen Elsa had promised him marriage at long last.
"I require no advice, sir, on how to treat my lady at such a, shall we say, tender situation. Just as I am certain that she will, without hesitation, affirm her intent at our wedding." The insulted Dane couldn't restrain his competitive male streak when it came to this fast-talking Argentinean Prince.
Hans throws Princess Valentina's nervous-driven laryngitis in the saucy man's yawning face, where Alonso was lazily leaning across the balustrade lined terrace overlooking the seaside.
"Hmph. There's nothing as indefinite in this world as a woman's wiles. Remember, Westergaard, your future is still up in the chilled air until you walk your slippery as ice lady down the aisle. Whilst mine is irrevocably, lusciously, and desirably etched in the pink. Luxurious, silky, bountiful, bouncy pink, just for her 'Dream Prince'." With a wolfish grin at his new wife's backside, Alonso watches with pleasure how Valentina reaches far across the large gift table to share with Elsa a pink frilled box of Paraiso bakery's unparalleled chocolate delights.
Obviously pleased with his conquest no matter how long the chase took, Prince Alonso murmurs of the young beauty stretched across the brimming over wedding gift table that the new couple was spending the entire otherwise dull morning overseeing.
"I am well-aware of my future, Alonso. My Ice Queen has already pledged herself to be mine and mine alone, in smooth, velvety soft pale blues, for, as she says, I am the 'light of her eyes'." Dismissing Alonso with the uber-romantic notion Elsa had idealistically affixed to her lover, Hans reiterates his possession of the fair haired icy beauty's heart.
Both Elsa and Valentina were trying to appear demure whilst devouring the delectably creamy, deep brown sweet treat of the Brazilian cacao bean native to this area of the world which Queen Elena had gifted her newly married friends.
"On that colorfully descriptive and happy note… I'm gonna be heading out, Kid." Eugene interrupts the two young men blowing off some of their youthful testosterone bluster to one another.
"Ouch. No dueling over showing off your women's adoration before ten in the morning, boys. This sunburn is still a pain in the ace, even if good old Manuel over there took good care of me with some gooey plant ooze and medicinal creams." Flynn tilts his head towards the Paraiso manservant who was gazing forlornly at Valentina. The unattainable dream Paraiso Princess was beckoning for Alonso to cozily rejoin her on the settee while they opened the rest of their wedding presents together.
"Take it from an eight year veteran of a happily wedded man, Toreador. You take care of her desires, and she'll take good care of yours, if you know what I mean." Old married man Flynn Rider winks at the Argentine Prince who stands and straightens his signature bullfighter tight black and gold bolero jacket.
"Eight years, eh?" Encuentro!" Suddenly bright-eyed Alonso applies the bullfighter term of how both the bull and the toreador run towards each other to meet and fight to his marriage with his sparring mate. The young prince levitates towards where his Valentina had been entertaining the guests by opening their wedding presents publicly.
Then the newlyweds would be free to have real fun and begin their world tour honeymoon that Valentina promised Elsa would bring them back to Arendelle for a certain wedding featured there in the Spring.
"I got a hankering to see my gal and our young infants, ASAP, now that I've been healed of my subliminal insomniac maladies and won't keep everyone awake wondering what I'll swipe next. Hehe. Think Queenie has any messages I should communicate forthwith to her beauteous cousin back in Corona?" Flynn offers, a bit impatient to get back to his own young family as much as he was eager to make tracks from this strict, fiercely penalizing, hot climate punitive country.
"Just, perhaps, to make preparation to attend her wedding in Arendelle, set for the first day of Spring." Prince Hans responds, meeting his brother in his quirky smiling eye.
"A spring wedding, you say? Is it to any handsome guy with sideburns I know in particular, Lillebror?" Cringing at his sunburn blisters as he accidentally leans an arm against the table, Eugene teases, causing Hans to blush and be flustered.
"Storbror." Hans places his deft hands on his thin framed hips, rattling his ceremonial naval sword in its sheath as he quirks a smile at the irreverent personage.
"What?" The thief shrugs comically in all innocence before he lets out a loud two fingered whistle.
WHEEE-WHEW!
"I think ole Carpet's taken a shine to some of those bright and pretty, sexy threads on those palatial Spanish rugs down there. Not bad a view at all…" Eugene jibes about his rug man friend with his own wandering eye.
"Seriously, Eugene. Do you feel well enough to be traversing such a great distance over the vast ocean's unforgiving currents on your own? If you should fall asleep and reenter your prior somnambulism state, even on careful Carpet, you would still be vulnerable. That slightest hint of a possibility – though highly unlikely due to your assumed cure – causes me great concern, Storbror." Prince Hans' auburn eyebrows knit as he takes a deep breath, considering his options here concerning his dear friend's implicit safety.
"I would not hesitate to accompany you if I could this time, Eugene. But my commission from Admiral Bernadotte keeps me honorbound to remain on board my ship –" Saddled with a new anxiety now, the deep thinking Prince of the Southern Isles was attempting to conjure an amicable solution to the emerging problem.
And all at once Elsa saw her chance to settle her 5th Spirit aware disquiet of what was going on back home without arousing anyone else – particularly her patient, trial-tested intended – as to what troubled her. It may be attributed to nothing but pre-wedding jitters, but in her heart Elsa was sure it was something more.
"That dutiful imperative does not hold me back though, Hans. As much as you and I would exceedingly enjoy one another's company on his return voyage aboard the Gler together – I can tell you how dearly I was looking forward to it – I'm sure I know how much Prince Consort Eugene's welfare means to you, as his Lillebror. It is significant to me as well, with this brave man having become one of my closest friends during my own journey." Elsa gazes at Eugene with a fortifying smile, causing him to quirk a crooked smile.
"I know my cherished cousin Rapunzel would be irreparably heartbroken if something happened to her beloved husband and father of her children on his way home to her. And all simply because I did not step up and ensure his safe return personally. As only I, with my ice magic, could ease his sunburn and injury pain, not to mention keep him safely tethered to the magic flying Carpet we would travel upon during his slumber." From where she had been with Valentina attending the gift table, Elsa had big ears when it came to any conversation her handsome Prince was apparently agonizing over.
"No, min kaereste! As you, too, are under my charge expressly by order of your father, the King, I must not allow you to—" Prince Hans begins to argue with Elsa.
But since the platinum blonde's mind was already made up, her cooler head prevails.
"And as you are under my charge as my Admiralty's subordinate officer, Vise Admiral Westergaard, I must not be contradicted. As the Admiral is not currently abreast of the field conditions and situation delicacy, my order as your sovereign Queen must be obeyed, without question." With conviction as she exerts her reigning authority, Elsa could feel Valentina and Elena's eyes proudly land upon her.
As did many of the other ladies in the company of their lordly men, dukish husbands and kingsome fathers here on the Paraiso Imperial reception balcony. They all seemed to take notice of the Queen of Norway's tough stance with the astounded, handsome young prince she was affiancéd to.
"Besides, Hans. As a soon-to-be bride, I believe I would prefer to arrive in Arendelle to personally see to the arrangements that Anna and my Mama already have started for our wedding to my satisfaction. As this wedding run-through with Valentina has taught me, there are so many things a bride must see to herself, prior to the much awaited ceremony. Then she may face the most important day of her life unrestricted, with a clear mind to match her clear heart overflowing with true love for her husband." As she views a surprised Hans with his mouth hung open in shock at her bewildering obfuscation, Elsa then softens her stiff, unswerving, authoritarian air to address her fiancé more tenderly with a mood changing smile.
"Please, my darling. I just want everything to be perfect for us at our wedding in Arendelle Chapel. I want to go home so I can start making our wedding day perfect for you when you arrive to come and sweep me off my feet at the ceremony. Just like I have envisioned so many times in my dreams—you and I exchanging our vows of forever love in the sight of the Lord." His hand pressed up to her lips, Elsa – a young woman who became uptight at planning birthday party surprises, never mind the all-important life altering wedding ceremony for herself – pets her man's velvety red sideburns smooth before planting a deep kiss on Prince Hans' now contentedly smiling lips.
"How could I ever deny you anything you set your mind upon, my spectacular min hviddue?" In complete admiration of his Queen in times when she was confident to not be totally dependent upon him, Hans gallantly leans in to brush away Elsa's abstract pale blonde hair that had fallen to her determined face.
"Thank you, Hans… I love you, you know that." Elsa whispers on Hans' cheek, thankful to be so respectfully recognized in this public setting before so many other world leaders. She realized she could share all her anxieties with him, but at the same time wanted her unspoken, imaginary nervousness to remain just that.
Perhaps I am simply being silly and tense because my connection to the Spirits has been so…erratic…on this journey to the other side of the world.
Hans, I know that if it is God's will to place a trial unknown ahead of us once again, it will all be resolved brilliantly because you and Anna believe in me. So, I believe in me.
Please just hold me tight now.
As Elsa melts into her hero's arms, the two embrace like the passionate lovers they were on the Paraiso morning sun kissed terrace where everyone was their satisfied audience.
"And I love, adore, and respect you, my true blue, true heart—for your steadfast, responsible nature and dependability for your extended family, as well as love of your country." The dashing Dane scoops up his capable and competent lady fair and places her upon the trusted Carpet's plush pile beside where Eugene had already made room in the rear, moving his satchel full of foodstuffs, clothing and toiletries.
"And I love, adore, and respect you, my true blue, true heart—for your steadfast, responsible nature and dependability for your extended family, as well as love of your country." The dashing Dane scoops up his capable and competent lady fair and places her upon the trusted Carpet's plush pile beside where Eugene had already made room in the rear, moving his satchel full of foodstuffs, clothing and toiletries.
Sure, there were a few souvenirs and knickknacks for the wife and kiddies back home – all bought and paid for! Mostly… - for the long trip home by the swift cloud-soaring service, once renowned around the world as 'Aladdin's Magic Flying Carpet'.
But it almost pained the former criminal that he had to ditch his eager beaver, plus-sized Pops from his Carpet express to facilitate the leggy Queen of Norway on her unanticipated swift ticket to ride back home instead.
Almost.
"Hey, Vise Admiral Lillebror. Be sure to keep my old man from doing himself - or anyone else on board your luxury liner, for that matter – a mischief with all those sharp, concealed weapons he totes around under those thick furs." Eugene leans his head down for Hans to only hear this little message concerning his ever-ready to battle father who was currently on guard against a petrified-to-move crab King Edmund had cornered on the beachfront.
"Of course, Eugene. The King will be under my special care the entire voyage." Hans reassures his friend with a wry smile the two handsome men share in a glance towards the Bohemian King. "And I cannot stress enough how precious your cargo is to me. Her safety is tantamount to my very existence." Turning to his Storbror, Hans breathes out a pensive sigh, his hands laced with Elsa's to bring her left-hand ring finger to his lips for a deep meaning kiss.
"Talk about pressure. No worries, Sideburns! Have I ever let you down before? I mean, on the important stuff?!" Flynn throws up his pockmarked arms in exasperation at Hans' pursed lip expression.
"Never, Storbror. I am forever indebted to you for all you have done for us in the past." Hans concedes with a sincere smile inside his heart, knowing he could trust this unlikely hero of another Princess' fairytale story to bring his Queen home intact.
Then his Elsa could spend special ties with her beloved sister Anna and parents in these precious days leading up to her wedding. Just as all brides wish to bask in the celebration in the making Hans had heard said once or twice before, having twelve older brothers whose weddings he begrudgingly attended.
"Ready to go then, Queenie? We better beat it before the traffic up there gets dicey." After a quick salute to his Dad on the shore, who returned the gesture with dignified panache – minus disturbing all wildlife present after splashing his boots in the scarp waters - Eugene was impatient to get going as he thumbs up in the direction of the clear blue sky.
Little was he - or anyone else for that matter – aware of just how anxious Elsa was to make this crossing home, for the still somewhat introverted Ice Queen wished not to involve nor upset anyone unnecessarily.
"Elsa! Elsa, Dearie! Hold on! Here's your things we packed for you!" Having been informed of the sudden departure of their dear girl from Princess Valentina, Gerda and Johanne had scurried to collect Elsa's suitcases.
Knowing there was limited space aboard Carpet, the women packed just a few of the essentials in one small case for the Ice Queen to travel with on board the two-day airbound journey.
"Gerda! Johanne! How can I ever thank you both for always being so perceptive to my needs? We will miss you terribly in Arendelle, Johanne! But I wish you much joy, as you make your home in Avalor." Hanging over Carpet's golden tassel edge, Elsa receives kisses from her kingdom's housekeeper and ladies' maid, now upgraded to Duchess of far-off Avalor.
"Well, not quite yet, my Queen. I have discussed it with my husband. Due to your happy circumstances, the Chancellor has assured me that after we settle in his Avalor, we will be able to attend your wedding and return to Europe by way of some creatures of mystical flight my Esty has called 'Jaquins' that Queen Elena is Mistress of will fly us all the way to Arendelle. Fairly bold and adventurous an oceanic skybound flight for such an old lady, I daresay. But with mi amado esposo (beloved husband), there are no longer any limits set by a 'trifle such as age'." Johanne whispers in her ear, quoting her dashing gentleman, who bows to Elsa on cue across the way where he deftly was pouring wine for some of the attending ladies.
"I daresay that I see no 'old lady'. Simply an experienced woman with a beautiful soul." The Ice Queen shares a smile with Chancellor Esteban's toast of his raised wine glass in the background where he stood with his favorite cousins, Queen Elena and Princess Isabel, who nod back to the pale beauty with the Jaquin travel service offer from their likewise magical country.
"I could not think of missing such an important day for one of my little girls." Johanne squeezes Elsa's ladylike hands in her callous grey ones.
She and Gerda and Kai, after all the solitary years in Arendelle Castle where they three in the know of the Snow Queen, personally had alone cared for the pair of young sisters since early childhood. That's when little Elsa Bernadotte's world was changed by her father's inherited ice magic that Johanne was well aquaainted with, for she was Agnarr's nursemaid growing up. And after 'little Agdy' matured and defied class, prejudice and racism to be together, with his native bride named Iduna , the two young parents needed all the help they could get during the new King's difficult decision to raise Anna apart and safe from her sister.
Johanne felt an almost motherly affinity for quiet, lonely Elsa, having served as the new Queen's personal ladies' maid as well, for these seven years since Queen Iduna and King Agnarr were believed deceased.
"That is wonderful news, Johanne! Thank you, Chancellor Esteban! I'm so pleased that all of you are pulling for me at our wedding." With a secret glance over their heads to Hans, in a hushed voice so Kai across the way could not yet hear, Elsa shakes Johanne and Gerda's hands as they pass her condensed traveling bag to her.
"But we won't ruffle Kai's feathers until the time comes, eh? I have a feeling he wouldn't be pleased with the daring excursion for our Johanne." Giggling Gerda places a finger to her plump lips when her own portly mate comes waddling in earshot.
"Agreed." The platinum queen chuckles back wth an affirmative nod at her stuffy Minister.
Then Elsa cryokinetically hovers up the small suitcase to the empty spot on Carpet that Eugene had cleared for the Queen of Arendelle's traveling gear.
Women never do travel light, do they? Eugene ironically ponders when he gives the small – yet surprisingly heavy – suitcase that made Carpet dip in the middle a bit of a disdainful shove.
And it chillingly wiggles back at the weirded-out, shrinking back thief.
"We are most honored, your Majesty." Tilting his salt-and-pepper head, the Duke of Avalor gives the Queen a debonair sweeping bow which had Elsa giggling and Eugene rolling his growingly impatient eyes.
"Yep. Weddings are supposed to be a family celebration." Rubbing in how she felt left out her tall cousin's wedding at Christmastime, Queen Elena of Avalor elbows Esteban in the gut. She had already accepted Elsa's quiet invite to the wedding too, with promises to fly as many other guests as possible from this side of the globe out to Arendelle on her team of soaring winged big cat Jaquins, once Scuttle brought back the okay to publicly blab about it.
"Are you certain there is nothing I can do to adjust your mind on this inadvisable sky journey, Queen Elsa?" Unaware of the impending wedding as yet, Councilor Kai comes from dutifully making the polite niceties to the royal guests behind his wife and sister and new brother-in-law.
He was carrying a thick cloak that the rotund man secures around Elsa's shoulders as he offers his own impractical obese services for the limited space airborne magic vehicle that the logical scholar in him still had a tough time placing faith in, the lack of scientific physics involved.
"Perhaps you will permit my replacement, your Majesty, to accompany Prince Consort Eugene on his journey home? I…gladly…offer my services. Gulp." Councilor Kai tentatively offers his Queen, brave of everything except for heights since his youthful days of tangling with it and an unknown windswept force.
"No no no no! No tubby gummies allowed on the Carpet Expess! I mean to say…There's no need for you to be concerned, my good man. Please, take my word for it as a wholly reformed gentleman when I say that my enormously trustworthy flying Carpet – who, by the way, has thousands of years upon millions of miles clocked on his mystic odometer - will maintain level altitude and take all safety precautions to his utmost. And I, as an extremely safe, five star driver, will swear to watch over this, our precious Queen Elsa." In a put-on lofty voice, Flynn Rider pledges with a dramatic hand over his heart in an overly pompous tone that tried to be most convincing.
Kai raises a dubious brow at the stubbly man on the rug hovering over them.
"Thank you for your concern, Kai. But we will be perfectly fine, I assure you. I have traveled on this amazing Magic Carpet before. Please take stock in the fact that these courageous and wondrous friends have served our family commendably in our hour of need back home in the Snow Queen's northernmost territory before, making my restoration to the light from that overwhelming darkness possible. Have no fear, dear Councillor, I will be home and safe in the bosom of our kingdom far sooner than you. You'll be just beginning your voyage to set sail upon the HmNos Gler when I have arrived home already, no doubt." Steadying her own nerves as she explains, Elsa speaks in even, logical terms that she knew her tutor and lifelong Arendelle manservant/butler/political adviser would take well to rather than heartfelt pleadings or shrill orders.
"Well… I suppose it would be safer, all things considered, your Majesty." It suddenly dawns on a sardonically frowning Kai that if Elsa would be traveling home with her cousin from Corona – as disreputable as he was – by way of that ancient mystic flying contraption, he needn't worry her virtue being tested as would be in the many hours with her erstwhile fiancé aboard ship. Minister Kai would no longer have to keep a sharp eye out for her resulting in sleepless nights, weeks on end.
All in all, this was the lesser of two evils that Kai's conscientious mind was wafting back and forth in several minutes of vascillation before he spoke.
"'Safer' than on the Gler, sir?" With pursed lips and one devastatingly raised brow at the inferred challenge, the red-headed Kommander of the HMNos Gler took offense at the older man's reference to his vessel and subsequently his command's untrustworthiness at sea.
"N-not at all, Vise Admiral Westergaard. I am not casting aspersions on this great vessel, nor your skills as chief captain of it…uhh..." Kai stutters under Hans' obviously irritated gaze. "And you are correct, there is no ship more fit for the ocean than the HmNos Gler, with its newly outfitted sail rigging, reinforced double hull and modern steam engines." An apologetic Kai covers up for his verbal blunder under the exacting gaze of this young Danish naval officer whom his Queen had become so enamored with. Even King Agnarr had fallen under the young Dane's spell to a degree, making Prince Hans the second in command of his Sjoforsvaret, no less. "All I am saying is that the long transatlantic crossing is well-famed for its treacherous waters' reentry at this time of year."
"Oh, Hans, what if something does goes wrong with the vessel while I'm not here? What if there is a terrible sudden sea storm and the ship is compromised? What will become of you and your crew and passengers?!" Under Kai's detrimental way of forecasting shadows about sea travel, Elsa suddenly begins to fret. It was her oldest worry—deathly ocean voyages that could jeopardize her dearest ones. This time it threatened her beloved fiance's arrival home in Arendelle, turning her newfound stable world upside down once again.
And then there were the visions of mighty changes awaiting her back in Norway that Elsa couldn't yet grasp the awesome phenomenon of herself.
Not wanting any more secrets between them, she almost revealed the new worry on her heart to the man who was owner of it right then. But gazing into his gorgeous eyes full of love and concern for her, Elsa holds it in, not wanting to add one more unknown problem to her responsible young man's already full plate.
"Elsa, come here." Hans' demeanor shifts along with his tone to be more tender towards his anxious lover than abrasive to the political minister of Arendelle. "Please, my darling. Be of stout heart with the knowledge that I have trained aboard many a ship and learned from the finest naval commanders through Scandinavian waters and beyond, all of my life. Time and tide filled with experience has groomed me to be the most excellent, most exemplary sailor — and, I daresay, most conceited — that I am today, fully capable of traversing the sea in safety. You have no cause for worry, nor suffer alarm to cross that beautiful brow, my dove. Please trust in me as your ship's Kommander, my skills as a sailor and my burning desire to return to your arms and reap my reward as your steadfast suitor with a place of our own to call 'Home' at long last." Hans pulls Elsa aside to quietly bestill her reawakened fears with his tenor, soft in compassionate understanding, yet firm in his uncompromised conviction in this matter of trust in their relationship.
"I do trust you as the most wonderful captain. I only wish I could leave a part of me to watch over and tame the choppy seas should the need arise..." Elsa murmurs to the clear blue waves crashing at the base of the docks she and Hans were leaning against.
And the elementals are apparently not an option, with Nokk nor Gale readily responding to my Spirit call all morning…It's as if something compelling back home is hailing all the Spirits' attention…What could it be? Something amiss, like in that dream…?
"Oh! Have no fear on that point, Queen Elsa! I already have informed my father and mother, King Pescoro and Queen Camila, that you so kindly have invited us for your wedding. They have agreed, after little convincing, to come across the ocean and attend your wedding, too! It has been much too long since we visited with my uncle King Triton and his seven daughters in Atlantica across the vast sea." Seeing Elsa's grimace, Princess Marisa had bobbed her helpful head up through the water near the dockside. There Hans had taken Elsa to becalm her sudden worries as Valentina's party had adjourned to overlook the ocean view.
"So, Marzel and I and our entire underwater traveling entourage of the MDF – the Mermaid Defense Force, stretching across the seven seas, will only be too glad to swim ahead and watch out for any hazardous waves or stormy gale weather that may compromise this ship of yours. Besides, my Dad can calm the waters with his magic trident. Please have no dread of your beloved prince traveling the sea. Our family will bring him to your Arendelle as swift as the rushing waves and as gentle as the sea foam mists. Right, Marzel?" The sunshiny mermaid offers the service of her race's mermaid guard underwater syndicate escort to her new friend, the amazing Ice Queen.
"Yeah. It's the least we could do for our new ally, the Queen of Arendelle, to ensure the safety of her ship and all those upon it. And any human guy who can best me in an under the sea race deserves some clear sailing home. We'll take good care of Prince Hans. Right, Captain Daria?" Jumping up from the sea to wobblingly stand on his two legs on the dock, genuine Prince Marzel attempts to make a sweeping bow in mimic of Chancellor Esteban's clipped one earlier. But he stumbles a bit, until Hans' quick hand steadies his shoulder.
Daria shares a nod with Marzel and Elsa both. Then the mahogany red haired mermaid Captain of the Coronado guard silently salutes similar hair-colored Hans from the waters that she was sculling.
"God bless you, Marisa! Thank you so much for alleviating my mind to have someone watch out for my beloved." Her mind relieved, Elsa kneels down and squeezes Princess Marisa's hand in hers warmly, before the mermaid swims off to meet her parents hovering in the waters around Guanabara Bay's perimeter.
"'For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'" The Prince of the Southern Isles recalls a fitting Old Testament verse relaying God the Father's word, to lighten his pensive fiancée's tousled spirits where Elsa was standing near the dock edge alone.
"You see, my love? The Good Lord always places people and all of nature—even the supernatural—in our paths to light the way of those who ask and believe. Have no trepidation, my angel. The Gler is in tip-top shape to perform excellently on her homecoming journey. And I will not spare the steam to make accelerated haste home to you." Hans adds a Biblical proverb of encouragement to his smile for Elsa. Though not fully aware of all her concerns he sensed on one level had a deeper objective, Hans trusted Elsa's judgment, and wanted her to know that his love was not as demanding as it was supportive.
He would understand his betrothed's choice to return home promptly to prepare for their upcoming wedding celebration, even if it meant yet another unexpected separation.
Hans also appreciated his kind-hearted Elsa's faithful love for her cousin to ensure incident-prone Eugene Fitzherbert would return in one piece to Princess Rapunzel and their young children.
Secretly Hans had been looking forward to a romantic journey home across the ocean with his breathtaking Queen of Ice. But in the same breath, Hans realized, despite watchful chaperones on board and his own self-imposed morality, the intimate close proximity from the Captain's cabin and the Queen of Arendelle's state room just across the ship's deck may have proven to be much too tempting.
"I will be preparing for your return home to me every second of every day until you arrive, my handsome Prince." As she leans over Carpet's tasseled edge above him, Elsa whispers in Hans' ear with a ruffle of his titian hair at the nape of his neck affectionately.
"And I will use every fair wind and rolling current of my nautical experience to shorten those days I will be counting down until I arrive in Arendelle. There, I will claim the well fought for prize of my Queen waiting just for me at our wedding altar at last." Hans whispers back, reaching to the bountiful pink flora that trimmed every one of Guanabara Bay's dock moorings.
He smoothly plucks one after one of the bougainvillea's lovely shades of modest pink that matched Elsa's cheeks as he gently places a few of them in his elegant lady's sparkling of ice hair.
Trailing the silky petals along her neckline, Hans tucks a few of the thornless – well done, Eugene - velvety pink flora delicately into her off-the-shoulder halter in the most romantic public display of affection the gentleman Prince dared.
"You had to rub in those troublesome damn flowers, didn't ya, Lillebror?" Lounging back on Carpet, Eugene smirks at the personally de-thorned flora that caused him so much trouble.
Elsa giggles, at a loss of what to say aloud to her own enchanting Prince Charming's oh-so-romantic gestures and soft touches that wiped hr anxieties of flying into the unknown away.
Perfectly apropos on cue, the impatient thief's romantic Rugman replays a familiar trick or two from his colorful past.
Aladdin's mystifying Carpet abruptly drops down lower to gently bring Elsa's leaning over face extended to be directly pressed towards Hans' open mouth that was artlessly looking up and about to speak.
SMOOCH!
To Councilor Kai's horror and Alonso, Valentina, Esteban and Johanne's delight, Gerda and all the others around emit titillating chuckles at Prince Hans and Queen Elsa unexpected public kiss.
They watch the unrestrained pair indulge in an extremely passionate, full mouthed kiss that steady Carpet was expertly keeping at just the right pressure level and angle to encourage the contrivance of the lengthy osculation.
"Mmm-mmm, Good! Now that's a lip-smacker for the ages that'll keep you two crazy kids panting these last few weeks before we can speed you down the aisle!" Flynn Rider, as per usual, gives expressive commentary to what everyone else in the audience – both on land and sea – was thinking about the red-hot/ice-blue pair.
"Elsa, grant me one boon to ease my journey home." Hans breathes out when Carpet finally deems a breathless Elsa ready to be pulled away from her young man's warm yearning lips. Hans takes her hands, kissing the palms of both, as Elsa gazes lovestruck at his intimate and romantic gesture.
"Anything, my love."
"When you reach Arendelle, send back to me, soaring on swift wings, a white dove of ice, so I will know you are home, safe and sound. Will you do this one thing for me, min hviddue?" Hans looked so eager and so wistful that Elsa couldn't refuse him anything at that moment.
Not that she – his 'dove' – would refuse such a thoughtful and captivating request anyway.
"Of course, Hans! Just like God sent to the Ark, for Noah...Why didn't I think of that myself, my handsome one? Again, you prove what a genius you are in every eventuality—" Elsa begins with a true smile, but is cut off by an impatient Eugene.
"—Ugh, please! I'm gonna be sick! 'Oh, Hans, you're so smart! You're such a genius! And handsome, too!' Ack! Give us all a break, Your Legginess! This sentimental schmooze we can do without!" Eugene gives his best impression of a lovesick feminine voice as he squeezes Pascal to his cheek in mock sentimentality. Alonso nods his eye-rolling head in solidarity with Eugene, while Kai's eyes looked about to pop out of his head.
With a chuckle from both lovers, her rumpled spirit lifted by her man, Elsa merely nods her head at Hans, heartily acquiescing to his request. She sends a gentle snow blown kiss from her fingertips towards him, which he pretends to catch, and press tenderly to his lips, much to the disgusted expressions of the tetchy men in attendance.
"God be with you till we meet again, my icy seraph." Hans speaks from his heart to his beloved, hoping all the emotion and love he felt for her would be conveyed through his expressive eyes, which never parted from hers.
"'The LORD will guard your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forever.'" Forgetting her uncertainties in his sure eyes, now it was Elsa's turn to quote the Psalms in response. "I know and trust He will bring you home to me when the Spring flowers bloom and we are to be wed. Have no doubt the day is soon to come, my darling one. And then I will be yours until the end of time—and beyond." Elsa solidifies her commitment to Hans' heartfelt blessing with some evocative promises of her own. She presses her cold hand over his heart to infuse his ice pendant hanging there with her continuous cooling presence.
Hans shares a wide eyed meaningful glance with Elsa, almost tearful with shivers of joy to be so loved and cherished by this incredible woman, even after all he had put her through.
"Eugene?"
The Danish Prince did not even have to say a single further word farewell—he knew his cousin understood how he was entrusting his everything to Flynn Rider's care.
"With my life, Kid. You can count on me to bring your treasure home, safe and sound." Eugene nods back with a salute that Pascal on his shoulder mimics as Carpet starts to lift off over the nearby bay which led to the great big sea.
"Goodbye everyone! Thank you for the honor of being your maid of honor, Valentina! I'll never forget these wonderful days in your marvelous city!" Elsa waves to her new friends in this tropical land across the sea.
"Yes, they were marvelous days, weren't they? We'll see you in a little over a month when our world tour honeymoon takes us back across the ocean to visit your Arendelle!" Valentina responds with a flourishing wave and enigmatic wink from where Alonso was holding her slender body tight from behind.
"Behave for the Vise Admiral, Ensign Olaf! And be sure to take his orders well!" Elsa calls out to her snowman friend who was donning a sailor's cap and collar proudly. Olaf was busily swabbing the decks like a true seamen with a mop and bucket of suds for the Gler's soon departure with the other sailors.
Eliana pops up from where she had been sitting pretty beneath her parasol in the clothing satchel among Elsa's delicate lace undergarments which the prim snowgirl insisted in safeguarding for her queenly friend.
"And don't forget to wear your sailor's hat all the time against the sun, Olie!" A waving Eliana nags Olaf 'for his own health', like a good little woman should.
"Bye-bye, Elsa! Bye-bye, Eliana! Ships ahoy!" Olaf merrily waves said sailor's hat high the air, until a gust of wind blows it out from his fretful branch finger grip, down from the ship deck to the dock below.
With a smile, the patient Ice Queen was just about to fetch the blue and white cap for her sad snowman when, just by coincidence, it blows right into the Kommander of the Gler's hands where Hans was below her.
"And don't worry about Olaf, either, min kæreste. He'll be a full-fledged sailor snowman by this month's end. I'll take especial care of him." After tapping Olaf's hat brim in his grip, Hans reassures his Queen with a squeeze to the ice pendant statuette which the Prince of the Southern Isles kept close to his heart.
"I know you will, my prince. But, just in case." When she touches her snowflake engagement ring to the statuette, Elsa magically enhances the crystalline ice talisman around her fiancé's neck with an extra dose of her cryokinetics.
That would gift to Prince Hans a portion of the 5th Spirit's magic ability to levitate items of frosted ice towards him, even in her distant absence.
"Oh-ohh, dear me!"
The red-headed prince merely had to look up towards the pleasant humming of Eliana, neatly folding unknown items in her bag, to cause the female snow being to slide off Carpet towards him. Her inverted parasol just misses crowning Hans on the astounded head.
"…Did I do that…?" At first bewildered, Hans touches the instantaneously cool and glowing with his very whim ice pendant at his neck with the query as his attention flits up to where Olaf was chortling at his neat girlfriend's funny calamity.
But merely that mental agitation immediately drags Olaf to be pinned against the ship railing, squeezing his carrot nose into his mouth, directly above Hans, too.
"Does it work on all beings with ice in their veins?" The Danish man mischievously gets the hang of activating his newly divested magic ice pendant with a sultry grasp down his miniature Elsa statuette's sleek body form, in the Ice Queen's eyebrow raised and intrigued direction.
"W-w-whoa! You're being a real drag, Lillebror! If that was a test if my reflexes could snag even an icy damsel from the port side of a zooming Carpet, I guess I passed with flying colors, eh, Sideburns?!" Quick-talking with his hands as well as his suggestive words around Elsa's alabaster shoulders, Eugene yells out the triumphant taunt as he snags the Ice Queen from catapulting over the rug's edge.
"Commendable, Storbror." Hans responds with a deadpan smirk on his face for the trouble he had advertently caused with his newfound cryo-prowess.
"Though I only have dreamed of being in this position with this caliber of filly before – I can only imagine what horseplay you've got on your mind, Handsome! Just a reminder: I am still recuperating from my wounds. Now let up, will ya?!" He had halted Elsa's slender body weight from being lured, as if by some invisible force, totally off the alert Carpet's edge. That sent the passengers upon the topsy-turvy ride off balance before they'd even begun.
"You're a quick study, Vise Admiral Westergaard. Just a few weeks more and I'll teach you all my secrets." Throatily confessing her own craving, Elsa was able to defy Hans' uncanny ice magnetism with her incredible powers' resistance. Although, the powerful Queen of the ice was breathing heavily as her body felt the insatiable draw to rush to her lover's ice gravitational-like pull from where she was perched above on Carpet beside a straining Eugene.
"Oh?" Hans cocks his head, his flashing green eyes and curled parted lips weighing the possibilities of inviting her to join him on this voyage back in spite of both their better judgments.
Melting in so many ways, Elsa was at the point of no return and about to obey Hans' unvoiced demand to stay with him on the Gler.
Maybe it was just a strange dream's portend of Mother and Father, and I'm not really needed yet back home…
That is, until a topsy-turvy Eliana throws cold ice on their building passion and plops directly into Prince Hans' astonished arms instead. "Olaf! Help! I'm slipping!" The snowgirl had been clinging on to Carpet all this while until she was unceremoniously ripped away from her bag where she had been primly rearranging and folding Elsa's clothing pieces neatly inside it.
The surprised snowlady had been hanging tight onto her duffel by its handle, but loses her grip. Elsa's lacy undergarments she'd been dutifully preserving all go flying in the breeze to be almost magnetically raining down all over the redheaded Prince's embarrassed red neck.
"Oh my!" Barely able to compose herself as she grabs up Eliana, Elsa covers her mortified surprised mouth. She instantly summons back her underthings in an icy grip and quickly replaces in her bag all her intimate clothing pieces that had been accidentally strewn all over poor, red-faced Hans Westergaard's embarrassed head.
"Hee hee hee. That's nothing compared to what was strewn all over me last night, Westergaard. Except all of my lovely lady's lacy unmentionables were delectably pink, not blue and lilac purples." Yawn. Alonso comments smugly, plucking one missed purple bandeau from Hans' belt as Valentina gives his tight backside a humored slap before she sits on the pier bench.
His all-knowing smirk of 'been there, done that' was written all over Alonso's satisfied face, as he lazily lounges across the pink painted and flower decorated bench to land his brown head comfortably onto Valentina's lap.
"Okay, kids. Let's tamp it down a bit. There's a little too much personal information being sallied forth with the more staid old-fashioned older folks starting to hobble around. Just look at how red their burning ears are. Not a good look for the eavesdropping, over-sixty crowd. Believe me." Speaking in a low voice as Carpet hovers over the bay's dock, the comical thief smirks at the aghast gasping of the more civilized citizens strolling by who had high moral sensibilities in this 1840s Victorian era.
"Ahem. Cough, cough, cough." Clearing his throat to regain his statesmanlike composure, the Vise Admiral of the Sjoforsvaret changes the tenor of the too informal mood with a stoic salute to his departing Queen.
"Permission for the Gler to set sail on the hour, Ma'am?" Standing straight and erect, Prince Hans addresses Elsa formally as a captain speaks in official terms to his Admiral before leaving port.
"Fair winds and following seas, Vise Admiral." The Queen of Norway just as seriously responds with the general naval sendoff that she had heard her father the Admiral salute in kind to other officers on his ships on many occasions.
As Hans returns the salute with panache, Elsa's eyes were laughing contagiously with her stylish man's amused green orbs, though neither wished to break the longing gazes as Carpet rises up to the heavens slowly.
"Goodbye, everyone! God bless you all! It was an amazing visit I will never forget all the days of my life."
And with those heartfelt, regal words, elegant Elsa gives one final lasting look over Paraiso, forgetting all of her anxiety for the unknown road ahead as she looks back with fondness at what good memories she was leaving behind.
From King Pedro's colorful palace full of waving wedding visitors; to the breathtaking beaches where even mermaids glistened and dwelled; to Alonso embracing Valentina with a true love that weathered the storm for second chances; ending at last in Hans Westergaard's secure eyes, replete with belief up at her again.
'Jeg elsker deg, min Hans.'
'Jeg elsker dig, min Elsa.'
The two almost simultaneously mouth the eternal words of 'I love you' in their respective native tongues to one another as their eyes speak every other language to add to the unmistakable phrase of two hearts yearning to be one.
Elsa gazes down sentimentally over the 'Marvelous City' and bids farewell to its beautiful sea. It was here in an amazing waltz to the warm waters of true love where she and her handsome Prince solidified their eternal bond on this very special Valentine's Day.
And the Queen of the Winter, riding high upon Flynn Rider's magic flying Carpet taxi service over the surpassingly scenic and stunningly sunny Paraiso, waves a majestic aurora borealis infused Summer rainbow to leave behind for her Hans as she takes off to the clear blue skies.
That rainbow signified 'a promise' for Elsa, too, and her young man smiles to see it bend over the exact spot where she and he swam a breathtaking waltz in the sumptuously sublime waters in their Summer of Love.
'…A promise to give you hope and a future….'
min hvvidue - 'my dove' in Danish
Jeg elsker deg - 'I love you' in Norwegian
Jeg Elsker dig - 'I love you' in Danish
Hello Frozen friends!
It's finally my birthday. But a quiet one. I have been writing every chance I get in between tough times this birthday month of August.
So, here at last is the last leg of Helsa's romantic Summer of Love on the other side of the equator!
I hope you enjoyed Valentina and Alonso's at first rocky wedding ceremony and its pleasant aftermath farewell to their guests as we close up this romantic South American vacation getaway in warm and sunny Paraiso!
But what was that confusing dream concerning the Fortress in Ahtohallan and Elsa and Anna's parents…?!
Now, it sounds to me like our lovestruck Ice Queen of Arendelle has one last pit stop mission awaiting her there to figure it all out before she goes on full ice steamroller ahead to her own destined marriage to her handsome Prince Hans!
Wedding bells in Arendelle soon thereafter she figures it all out! I promise! ^o^
Thanks again for reading! I'd Love to hear your reviews, my friends! :)
I'm hoping to bring you the smile I much need to share in at the end of this Summer of Love birthday special in this difficult year of heartache and trials where I pray for the Lord to heal my Daddy a little bit as the best present of all today.
Love and God's blessings to you and your loved ones as we hug them close,
HarukaKou
