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"Frozen Again: 'Love Never Ends"
Act X
Chapter 33
'An Ice Queen Fairytale Wedding'
Part 1
"The Lord's Declarations of Love"
As the weeks of February march towards Spring, an incredible renewal was spilling over every night with prismatic joy of the fulfilled land. The contented elements of Nature were indeed smiling upon its beloved Ice Queen, from the mysterious forests of northernmost Norway to its unseasonably warm and welcoming, oceanfront south, where the HmNos Gler and its redeemed Captain were due in Arendelle port in just a few days' time.
At least according to Scuttle's Avian Express messaging service.
Not to mention Elsa's heart linked with her sailor boy's, through their irreplaceable bond of love which told her that Prince Hans was coming home as fast as his sails possibly could.
The true Queen of Arendelle and her younger sibling—after a good week's visit in the Ahtohallan, now known as the 'Realm of Melodic Harmony' with their amazing parents introducing their astounded girls and themselves to so many wondrous aspects of their new, diverse season—had decided to not opt for the elemental gemstone instantaneous transport route back to the North Mountain Ice Palace. The two young women instead unanimously chose to travel home together on the first touring vacation the sisters had shared in a long while.
The newly reinvigorated entire Land of the Midnight Sun proved its mystifying contradictions over and over as Elsa and Anna journeyed southward. Each and every pristinely tinkling stop in this inexplicably temperate landscape glowed with a freshly made-over, liberating splendor. It was as if the entire countryside was in glad appreciation for Nature's true destiny at last embraced by those in place 'where they were meant to be' in perfect melodic harmony from henceforth to watch over.
All while this nation's chosen daughter would finally be able to let go of her duties for once to lead and love freely in peace and in the open, no more concealed secrets ever again under God's gloriously brilliant sun she would wisely rule in tenerity's light thereof.
After the Wind Whisperer—who had been prepared to take off northward when Anna and Elsa had disappeared like that from the North Mountain—had been psychically informed of the all-important 'sister-to-sister time' trip that he was to 'not butt into,' cousin Eugene had taken off on Carpet to Corona and his new twin baby girls. Kristoff then had returned to Arendelle from the Ice Palace, for Sven's worried sake over his own any-minute expectant doe Svala back home. Much like his reindeer pal, the Ice Harvester was a wreck in anxious wait for his eight month pregnant little wife to return unscathed.
But Anna wished for this precious journey to hold Elsa close to her only, secretly jealous to think 'that Red' would soon be stealing her beloved sister and best friend's attentions away.
'Well, you did that very thing to Elsa first when you married me, Feistypants.'
Utterly fair-minded Kristoff's mellow voice had pervaded the ginger-headed young woman's less-than-generous thoughts concerning Prince Hans and Elsa's upcoming nuptials via their mental link as he sensed her growing trepidation the closer the sisters came to Arendelle.
'Stay out of this, Mr. Bjorgman.' Anna growled inwardly at him, guiltily knowing her guy was right. Through their eye-and heart-opening discoveries of the true character of the prince, she had already come to accept Elsa's enduring affection to the once despised Dane. But this last minute two-sister only final touring adventure with her still unattached sibling gave the tiny little selfish elf in her to rear its cute, yet possessive head in foolish hope to hold onto these cherished fun days forever.
'Just saying, Mrs. Bjorgman…I know you're just blowing off steam. Your good heart knows what's right. Gotta get building now. Love ya, Baby.' Muscle-flexing Kristoff signs off from their psychic link with a smile from where he was standing, hammer on hand, in the midst of wood and nails and hay of the 'baby' room. The capable mountanman had been busy at installing a brand new stall addition to his and Anna's cottage's little barn for Sven and Svala's fawning calf, about to come any minute now.
Otherwise, he would have dashed off to personally escort the two Arendellle queens back home, But between Svala's imminent delivery time, Anna's vicious messages to 'stay put', and the sensitive young father-to-be knowing the inner heart and soul of his little wife needing this special trip back with her adored sis, Kristoff knew his place.
Just as 5th and 6th Spirits Agnarr and Iduna understood where they should be now, too. For the betterment of this world as caretakers of their beautiful homeland, and the sake of both their daughters, one of whom was on the cusp of realizing her true dreams, the paired Guardians of Harmony would watch over all from afar.
Because they each wisely recognized that 'whatever is pure and lovely, whatever is just and appropriate, whatever is right and true, whatever is pleasing to the Lord' were ordained by God and His Son's infinite Love.
The kind of patiently abiding love grown through fire and ice, truth and forgiveness and, above all, mercy, would be the reward for those who waited and trusted in the Lord.
And if anyone did wait and trust, it was longsuffering to duty Elsa of Arendelle, who had been patiently dreaming of her own liberating fairytale happy ending all of her sheltered life, now on the verge of taking wing.
Hand in hand with her sister, the traveling pair had gazed down in the Midnight Sun late hour upon Arendelle from the Ice Palace heights they planned to leisurely visit with Marshmallow and the snowgies there in one big, all-inclusive sleepover, sharing smiles and laughter all the while.
As daybreak approached, on the way home, Elsa had stood on the edge of the stunningly beautiful waterfall cascade, now freely flowing even in this deep winter season. For the Spirits and the Elements she knew very well indeed, were playing a new and invigorating melody and joyously captivating harmony together now, just for her, everything about this land Elsa was so a part of entirely magical.
The gifted Ice Queen merely had to gaze up to the aurora borealis dawning sky to cryokinetically send an icy bird of peace, a white dove—her Hans' hvvidue, to be exact—to soar through the morning's azure skies and greet her handsome prince sailing the blue seas of the Atlantic.
That symbol of their bond would tell him his Queen had not only arrived safely home, but her heart, so linked with his, was happy and at peace with this world God gave both she and Hans a second chance in.
And in that beautiful frozen renaissance of two souls, Elsa of Arendelle would be truly at home as the nation's rightful Queen now, quietly awaiting her Prince Hans' return to her arms, in an amazing future of wedded bliss for their incredible love that couldn't be denied…
Just as someone else had been waiting and planning and hoping all his young life to find a home with this special angel who'd want to share her fairytale dream with him under her white feathers, too…
Morning starboard watch, five bells on the bridge of the steamship HmNos Gler, well before the rest of the crew was to be on deck for muster and inspection…
Wishing to be alone again this early sunrise morning on the mid-Atlantic Ridge section of the sea, the Kommander of this efficient, fast-moving ship had relieved the pair of grateful night watchmen at their posts when their four hour duty roster was only half complete.
With multiple passengers who vocalized their desire to return to Europe from Paraiso to attend another rather auspicious wedding that had been tactfully rumored, Vise Admiral Westergaard had taken the HmNos Gler out to sea several days ago.
But Prince Hans was heavy-hearted that though he arrived in Brazil with his ice angel at his side, he had left its pleasurable shores where he and his Queen found so much joy and reassurance in one another, alone.
The modernized ship of steam had already crossed over 700 nautical miles on its first leg of the journey across the Atlantic. Fully fueled at all due efficiency under its competent and driven senior officer, the Gler was able to forge ahead at an incredible top speed of over 13 knots.
The tall, svelte, uniformed man moves commandingly across the deck of his ship, gazing across the skyscape as if in anticipation to glimpse something extraordinary on this early morn.
This particular daybreak found Hans Westergaard wide awake, squinting his stunning green eyes toward the mid-Atlantic's northeast he had the excellent ship at full-steam bearings towards, while he shades his sun glared vision with a hand towards the rising sun.
That's when the Danish Prince catches sight of the, at first tiny, fragile, icy white translucent figure emblazoned against the earliest light he was facing.
But it was a much-desired sight Kommander Hans Westergaard had been both expecting and praying for as the frozen feminine figure pressed against his chest begins to palpitate and come to life over his pounding heart.
Like a lovesick schoolboy more than the unassailable master of his own vessel, revitalized Hans races to the windward side of the sailing ship.
He leaps like a sleek fox onto the lines and climbs like a silky leopard to the rigging tackle, boldly heeling into the speeding steamship's thrilling beam as he clutched onto the clewlines of the mainsail billowing above to meet the icy avian.
"Min hvvidue…Thank God, you're home safe." His velvet voice sings on the cool ocean winds rustling through the sails of his craft and through his titian red waves of hair as a smiling Prince Hans instantly recognized his Elsa was near Arendelle through this miraculous signal she had promised him.
Up and down, high and low, left side to right and diagonally oblique again, the crystal dove streaks magnificently through the morning skyline, her iridescent shining feathers playing tricks and mischievously teasing her captivated audience like a breath of fresh air in this sailor's invigorated lungs.
The Prince of the Southern Isles basks to watch his glistening ice dove perform a glorious winged dance through the clear morning heavens to entertain her one and only spectator as if he were her most precious viewer in the universe.
The frosted crystal ice bird glides in ever closer, floating like the magical nymph she represented upon the sea breeze to fascinate the Gler's enthralled captain, her true blue eyes inviting him into her enchanted world.
And he does not disappoint.
With no crew or passenger watching their astonishing captain, Prince Hans' sinewy sleek form elegantly flows across the ship's clew lines, flying jibs and rigging masts like a Tarzan in the jungle's hot pursuit of his dainty little Jane bird's coy flight.
As the dexterous young man moves so naturally through the stimulating sea air upon the rope lines and wooden masts like only a true mariner could, Hans begins to sing back to her of his great love of an almost unearthly creature.
She was so fragile and yet so strong at the same time, but Hans knew this tender icy dove was the one who owned the harmony of his whole heart.
As if sensing his reflective warmth, that's just the moment when the little dove starts to reverberate with a fresh and exciting aurora borealis glow which caused the perceptive prince to smile with curiosity anew. The multi-hued, delicate but decidedly free, creation happily warbles in melodic tweeting birdsong the sweet tune Hans began to hum deep in his stirred soul of a wild heart's rhapsody.
"'For one so small, you seem so strong
My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm.
This bond between us can't be broken!
I will be there, don't you cry
'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on, now and forever more.
Now and forever more.'"
Carefree reaching high into the sky to touch her liberated joy, Prince Hans' tenor soars in tandem with the crystal dove who was flying in a cool swirl of feather wings around him high above the deck.
At this crescendo, with the wind at his back, Hans almost catches his target. But the giddy dove plays hard to get, as if enjoying her bird's eye view of his limber body being stretched with lean muscles fearlessly dangling him high upon the yards and topsails.
After their breathtaking airborne ballet she was teasing him to chase her, the breathlessly elegant white bird finally lands upon Prince Hans' bedazzled shoulder. So close to her handsome Prince Hans, Elsa the dove transforms into a crystal clear verglas human spirit form of the now feeling absolutely liberated Ice Queen herself.
"'Always I'll be with you
I'll be there for you always
Just look over your shoulder…'"
"Godspeed, my love. I'm ready, at last. Come home to me…" Nestled against the pounding heart of her man's firm chest and feeling his beyond thrilled warmth and gratitude from where she stood in distant Arendelle, though he was still thousands of miles away, a translucently ethereal Elsa whispers this final line to her lover before she fades away.
CLANG!
That's just when Olaf—who had begged to be put in charge of ringing the half-hourly time-keeping bell of the ship under his new auspice as 'Ensign'—strikes the bell's half-hour call of the sailors in their bunks to the deck.
The clanging campanella from below loudly breaks the dreamy spell of ice and lofty sails the romantic fairytale lovers had been enshrouded within on this mid-Atlantic high-speed cruise.
'I love you, Hans Westergaaard. Arendelle is truly my home now, thanks to my beloved Papa and Mama. I've told everyone I love of our special first day of Spring. I'm waiting for you to come and make me your bride then, my handsome Prince…And this will be your home from now on, too. Come, return to me, min alskare.' With the last of her mental/elemental prowess submitting a confident, entreating kiss to his lips, in a last chilled breath vapor expelled into his sideburns, the Queen of the Winter's spirit form—poof!—phases back into that of her magic ice dove.
Everyone?
Brimming with true love's smile, Hans considers the hurdle of informing Elsa's refractory father of the couple's moved-up matrimonial date. Just the boldness his beautiful, brave angel must've exhibited to face the oft-incompliant Admiral King of Arendelle alone sends chills up his spine. But at the same time, knowing she would do so, just for him, warms Hans' inconceivably ecstatic heart. So, he simply embraces this precious fleeting moment with his giddy white winged angel by accepting her dainty kiss.
"Aye-aye, Ma'am. I'll be reminding you of those words on our wedding night, my dove." With a saucy smirk and salute that was beyond pleased with himself on his promised conquest begging for his presence—that was apparently not banned by an aggravated, admonishing Admiral—the non-acrophobic Dane throws caution to the wind and smoothly slides down the main jib line of the foremast back down to the deck.
As dutiful Kommander, ducking behind the forecastle to compose himself, Hans Westergaard tidies his wind (and dovish queen) tousled hair, as well as his rumpled jacket and undone collar, as he observes his crew scurrying to the deck to take roll call before their respected Captain.
"Decorum and dignity breeds authority, Westergaard." Murmured under his breath, Hans was still amazed at how his trained wit and educated psyche could be reduced to an addlepated pile of rubbish by a certain female's magical wiles.
Obviously magical enough to keep me panting for more in these twenty or so days remaining of this voyage. Perhaps enough time for this fallen man to learn to control his selfish masculine urges, my rare and delicate, exotic dove.
In the corner of his keen eye, Hans sees his gorgeous white dove flap her iced wings once more in a farewell wave before disappearing into a seafoam mist on the full sun risen horizon.
Or not. I'll be home to claim my prize soon, min hvvidue. Hot under the collar Hans cools his perspiring forehead to the frozen statuette of Elsa, smiling to himself as his sideburns brush against her shapely—
"What a pretty white bird. And so athletic, too! I saw you two singing and dancing and morning exercising up in the mizzen mast and clewlines together, JustHans! I used to dance with birdies all the time, too! You gotta teach me some of those slick moves, so I can keep in shape for Eliana. Getting a little flabby, ya know? As your new junior Fenrik (ensign), I've gotta lose some snow pounds before we get home, so she won't dump me for another enlisted snowman while I'm off at sea with my Captain!" At Hans' unintentional touch summon, swabbing the deck Olaf magnetically was drawn to the Danish Prince, waddling in a backtracking moonwalk across the deck to smack into the redhead's now snow slush wet legs.
"No fear of that, my frosty Fenrik. No one could ever be truly rid of you." With a sigh, Hans teases in his droll way, Olaf's constant questions and needing 24 hour attention already wearing at his impatient mind, now yearning more than ever to be home in Arendelle with his Elsa.
…Home…I'll finally have a home…Just a few weeks more, min kæreste, Then all my dreams of having a place of my own and someone there to love me forevermore in our own 'happy ever after' will come true…
…Providing the Good Lord wills us some fair winds and following seas where you'll be in my heart all the while…
The remaining days and weeks leading up to this momentous reunion, full of promise, had been filled with endless feminine hijinx between the three like-aged royal cousins since Rapunzel and her entire family and friends troupe had come to Arendelle to attend Queen Elsa's wedding to Prince Hans.
To Elsa and Anna, Rapunzel was more like a sister than a cousin as the inseparable three pretty young women had spent valuable time together sharing amongst themselves stories if the Arendelle sisters' incredible journey from the amazing new Realm of Melodic Harmony up north and their incredible parents wisely ruling over Nature and Winter Ice from there.
Not to mention all the hopes and dreams for the future one once forbidden and concealed fairytale Princess was now on the verge of living in the liberating world out here due to their awakening and sacrifice.
That didn't mean that the pair of happily married 'matrons' in the group did not tease their only remaining single member with some valuable advice, as the third's impending matrimony neared.
While the sun was setting, the lilac willow vines hung low over the balcony blowing in so softly on the early twilight veranda of the Arendelle Castle. There, Elsa and Anna were playing a relaxing game of chess versus Princess Rapunzel and her astute, intuitive chameleon, Pascal.
After a long day of wedding planning and new acquaintance arranging so that no important dignitary would feel slighted if their name was missing from the guest list in this springtime crunch, the trio were encouraged by Rapunzel's mom, Queen Arianna, to take a little break to relieve their stress.
"You're really good at chess, Elsa! I always considered myself a pretty decent player…after all the practice I had in my high tower playing against myself with Pascal as referee. But you're an ace at it with all your neat stratagems and cool as a cucumber subterfuge. like a genius chess master…I'm impressed." With a few muttered addendums under her breath, Rapunzel gushes praise while the cocoa brown haired Corona Princess studied the chessboard where her black pawns were being overrun by her opponent's icy white ones.
"Not really, cousin. I just had a really good teacher in my Papa and Mama growing up in the castle with little else to do. Besides, you have so many talents yourself, I don't know where to begin." Elsa modestly responds with a benevolent smile over the chessboard's checkered spots to her Prussian relation.
"You're the truly amazing one, with all your creative accomplishments." Considerate Elsa shifts the subject to more flattery of others than herself, though she was trembling inside with some not very unfounded excitement which she could not explain on this softly windswept afternoon.
It felt really good to just sit back and relax, let their hair down and hang together without a thought to the marriage preparation on this abnormally warm and sunny, almost truly springtime feeling 15°C late afternoon.
But the nervous bride couldn't keep the happiest day of her life out of the forefront of her mind for very long.
"You and your mother have been amazing at getting Arendelle castle ready for such an occasion. And Anna, you, too. I can't thank you all enough for working so hard for…my special day." Still too much in awe sometimes to even speak the words 'my wedding' for fear of breaking the wondrous magic spell, Queen Elsa of Arendelle demurely says as she strolls through the richly decorated castle interior in grateful admiration.
Her fairytale wedding in full drive at this moment had her flower loving sister, Anna, with Rapunzel's more organized right-hand best friend Cassandra, busily occupied in decorating the castle and arranging the flowers. The pair was aided by Cass' lovestruck lapdog, Varian, to help inventively accommodate the growing guest list entourage of friends and royal visitors and dignitaries.
Many of the unexpected, extra visitors all just happened to be 'passing' abroad the quaint seaside town, wanting to wish the royal family well, as the first day of Spring was swift to approach.
After one dinner—where more than a few unexpected callers showed up, thanks to the royal rumor mill hinting at a secret wedding—Elsa had spent a lot of quiet time walking through the increasingly flowered and ribbon festooned castle in awe, which she had once considered her eternal asylum.
"Not a problemo, important lady! Teatime break! Anna said you'd not forget! Ooh, it's been an incredible blast of fun for me to plan and decorate your wedding, like you were the real, younger sister I've forever dreamed I would have!" Eugene's easy-going linguistics rubbing off on his little wife, Rapunzel Fitzherbert Przmyslid peeks out the top balcony door upon her cousin. The Princess of Corona's bright green eyes were emotive as they meet Elsa's preoccupied ones in the hallway. She tugs the slender woman onto the lovely balcony where it was almost warm in the nearly Springtime weather.
This lilac and ivy covered, breezy section of balcony was a special rooftop topiary hideaway at the very top of Arendelle castle. Elsa and Anna had created it together to share tea and valuable moments of sister-time in between hectic days of work and ruling a country, free to be side by side forever now.
"It's so beautiful and quiet up here! I wish I had a place to relax at the end of a long day like this in Corona. Here, have one of these delicious cookies Freborg and Halima made while you join Pascal and me at chess." Rapunzel invites her sylph-like cousin to partake of the yummy sweet treats their tireless friends had made in the kitchen while she and Anna were stealthily busy perfecting the hidden wedding cake.
But quiet Elsa simply shakes her head with a smile, refusing the decadent chocolate and sugar confections offered from a plate on the table. She sits down to the chess set. Pascal the chameleon bows gratefully for the pretty blonde queen to take his exhausted place as dogged Rapunzel's opponent in this second out of three game matches the Prussian Princess competitively played.
"I guess between the sweets and my sweetie babes, I'll never regain my tiny eighteen inch waist again! Oh well, hee hee! Hopefully Eugene doesn't mind! I wish I had your model-like physique, Elsa! Like on your slim and slender cake topp—" Rapunzel slaps her palm over her rambling mouth at almost giving away the wedding cake figurine topper surprises she and Anna had been cooking up in the kitchen with Halima by night.
"What was that, cousin…?" But the curious platinum blonde Queen's voice trails off when her heart suddenly performs a skip and leap, followed by a thumping pounding beat in her ears that Elsa could not ignore.
The sprit of ice still within her stirred, and Elsa pensively glances around, sure that something was about to happen, as if someone was calling her name, whispered on the cool wind on this unusually balmy last embers of a Winter day.
"Here I am with some fresh mocha coffee for you, Elsa! I told 'Punzy we'd all meet here for our Sister-time! Get some while it's good and super hot!" Skipping into the pretty room where she and her beloved sister often met, Anna stresses the term 'Sister' with a raised hand cheer.
Whoosh!
"Whoa-oh!" A whoosh of chilled air just then sweeps past Anna, nearly causing the easily tipsy, pregnant gal to spill the hot contents of the coffee pot onto the cookies as she approached the little round table Elsa and Rapunzel were seated around.
But luckily the Ice Queen flash freezes the java midair from scorching any of the trio with just a blow of her cool breath over her steaming hot liquid to cool it to drink when Anna had come stumbling in.
Then Elsa turns her attention to gazing over the balcony, where the montage of flurried snow now follows the chilled breeze, swirling through the Northern cross-current wind.
Whoosh whoosh Swhoosh!
The thick haze of snowballs circle around dangerously towards the balustrade railing which decorated the Arendelle Castle's top balcony. The frosted chunks explode apart against the stone and spindles until the elegantly molded shafts and carved balcony pillars were covered in a powdery snow blanket.
Rapunzel gasps where she was seated at the marble chess table and tries to shield the antique ivory and ebony stone chessboard that King Agnarr had brought home from one of his naval tours decades ago as Anna takes evasive action towards the incoming intruder with weapons of teapot and tongs.
But after her initial alarm, prim Elsa merely sits back in her chair, smiling proudly with a dainty wipe of her lips on a napkin after one final sip of the 'hot' mocha in her lavender tinted cup.
"Hans, you are beyond a shadow of a doubt amazing." Elsa softly concludes aloud as the splatter of snow mounds and sleet quake and quiver to roll around until they emerge reconfigured as a familiar, widely grinning snowman.
"Happy Birthday, everybody! Hiya, Elsa! I have an important message for you from a special guy! Ooh, what a nice surprise! Cousin Rapunzel is here! I didn't expect to find you here sipping tea and playing chess with Elsa and Anna! How about a warm hug for a traveling snowman?" The reassembled snow creature grins merrily, getting mixed up in his holiday celebrations as he stretches his self-attached branchy arms out towards the brown haired Prussian Princess for one of his desired warm hugs.
"Olaf? Sure, you can have a hug. But…aren't you… missing something?" The artist in Rapunzel wasn't quite so avant garde-oriented to accept the incomplete picture of her cousin Elsa's magical snowfriend creation, even once he righted his upside-down butt and body after miraculously appearing.
Maybe it was because Olaf was still minus his adored and dovetailing orange carrot nose.
Her green eyes dart around the balcony veranda as Rapunzel pauses to pick up some of the fallen tea set and chess pieces when she kneels down to the floor to grant the instantly blinking, yet disconcerting snow being his desired warm hug treat nonetheless.
"Hug time, Anna!" After a suspicious glance around the hallway corner where he thought he heard a sniggering sound, Olaf simpers up at Anna expectantly.
"Whoo-whee, Anna! You're getting so fat I can't reach my arms all the way around you! I think you've gotta eat less cookies and work out more! Look at me! I've been staying slim and trim after training as a full-fledged real Ensign all this while on board ship! Did I tell you how JustHans promoted me to first Fenrik, Elsa?" After collecting his obligatory embrace from the pregnant ginger girl who grimaced at the mention of her being fat and lazy—not to mention about Hans having overstepped his authority once again—Olaf proudly pulls on his official maritime cap and poses at Elsa with a nonexistent nose up in the air.
"Hey! Where's my nose?! Where's my nose?!" Just now looking down cross-eyed towards the end of his face so much that the three young woman were trying to stifle ridiculing giggles thereof, Olaf panics.
Then he wildly goes dashing around the veranda, once his feet caught up with his bottom, searching madly for his missing carrot nose.
"I hope JustHans didn't lose it on the southwesterly current after all our neat practice where he cleverly used my bond to him and his bond to you, 'in con-junc-tion with his ice pendant you in-fused with extra ice magic' to keep me from falling overboard. That's how that smart guy managed to send me here alone on the Northbound and Westerlies current, with a little wiggle around the Antarctic circumpolar current's westwind drift on the Gulf stream." Fenrik Olaf worked hard to keep all that information pounded into his snow pea-like brain together as he proudly shows off his gained maritime knowledge imparted to him by Kommander Westergaard.
The qualified mariner whose blueblood ran through the Danish veins of Hans Westergaard had mastered the prevailing westerly winds and cold Canary currents of the frigid North Atlantic circumpolar to speed up this journey by several days, if not a week.
Although it was a difficult route to plot, Vise Admiral Westergaard had greatly utilized his in tune with the icy wind intuition Elsa had shared with him to hasten the speed of the Gler's travel from West to East on the homeward bound course which the experienced naval cartographer had set.
Hans had pushed his modernized steam ship to its limits, and his willing, respectful crew to the extent of their utmost abilities, in order to ensure he would arrive back home in Arendelle in time for his unforgettable, rapidly approaching wedding date on the first day of spring.
That pressing date was all the romantic young heart in Prince Hans of the Southern Isles could think of the closer the HmNos Gler traveled towards its final destination after its nearly 20,000 nautical mile round-trip from Norway to Brazil and back during the first quarter of this year 1842.
"Whew! Glad I got all that out in one piece! JustHans will be so proud of me that I was paying attention to his daily briefings on the bridge. Make sure you tell the Kommander when he gets back how smart I was, Elsa! I may earn some extra bars for all those big words!" Olaf stretches his arms out wide in gestured excitement to the blank spot on his hat.
In doing so, he suddenly spies a seal skin pouch that someone had expertly sailor knot tied to the snowman's branchy left arm.
"Oh! I almost forgot the reason I was sent here early! Silly Fenrik Olaf!" Addressing himself in his new title in the first person, Olaf inexplicably hands a curious Elsa an extremely important looking attaché, tightly wrapped in a grey sealskin.
"What on earth could this be?" Elsa giggles with nervous excitement and utmost curiosity as she carefully unwraps the exquisitely sealed cloth wrapped satchel.
Within its folds she finds inside a specially rolled up, gold-edged scroll-like missive, addressed in bold, fine script to 'Queen Elsa of Arendelle, min hviddue'.
"A letter? Fancy way to do up a simple note! Why couldn't that Westergaard just use the naval postal dispatch at the last port he stopped at? Or he could at least have used Scuttle's express mail service. And why send it now, when the Gler's supposedly gonna be arriving soon enough?" Anna criticizes the methods of her former enemy with a roll of her secretly impressed blue-green eyes.
"That wouldn't be half as romantic! I wish Eugene would have sent me a specially hand-delivered love letter like that the week before our wedding when we were still courting. sigh" Rapunzel sighs at the sheer romance novel-like atmosphere of this surprise snowman delivered communiqué between the soon-to-be married lovers.
Elsa could not contain her smile as she giggles with gleeful anticipation to receive this official looking communication via miraculously romantic notion of a polar vortex wind traveling snowman.
Olaf simply smiles broadly, swaying back and forth contented at the feet of beyond curious Anna and Rapunzel who exchange looks with one another. Elsa daintily undoes the single gold strip tie holding the thick, goldleaf parchment into a scroll up to the waning sunset light.
The Queen of Arendelle silently begins to read the carefully scribed phrases in the familiar fine penmanship of her fiancé:
'The Lord's Declarations of Love'
'Love is patient.' – I, Hans Westergaard, vow to never rush you, Elsa Bernadotte, into anything you're not ready for, and wait until the time is right.
'Love is kind.' – I pledge to exhibit the compassion of Christ in every moment of our marriage, whether the day is warm and sunny, or cold and cloudy, I will strive never be frustrated.
'Love does not envy.'– I promise to not be as other men, jealous of my powerful beauty of a wife, as I was as nothing but chaff and she my everything, my muse, good and true.
'Love does not boast.' – I asseverate be devoid of all ego with nothing to show of myself in this world save of my vast love for you and to God who gave you to me.
'Love is not proud.' – I undertake from henceforth to be a man of honor through years of side-by-side companionship, unashamed to reveal all of myself, faults and triumphs, to my better half.
'Love does not dishonor others.' – I proclaim I am a lowly sinner, and never will purposely hold myself above my fellow man, let alone the most beautiful soul I've ever encountered in you.
'Love is not self-seeking.' – I attest to eternally place you and your needs and desires first and foremost before mine, to bolster you as we travel the road of life, unfettered by selfishness.
'Love is not easily angered.' – I swear to restrain any animosity towards anything or anyone unjustly and mar your perfection with anything but gentility in all respects.
'Love keeps no record of past wrongs.' – I avow I will keep no retention of daily troubles, nor that of yesteryear, for I, a flawed and humbled man, was freed of those chains by this angel of forgiveness I have been graced with.
'Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices in truth.' – I dedicate to profess the truth wholeheartedly as I steer my ship of life away from the allure of the wicked world's pleasures.
'Love always protects.' – I declare to be your fore-guard and your rear-shield all the days of our lives to serve without thought of self to keep you, my precious treasure, safe and secure.
'Love always trusts.'– I guarantee to listen to your words and believe in the sentiment of what they are saying and not only hear what human ears wish to portend.
'Love always hopes.' – I adhere to cherish and advance every dream and yearning your charity has opened to include me into this dazzling future hand in hand and heart in heart.
'Love always perseveres.' – I profess I will strive to never be defeated by temptation to give up, nor flinch in fear to give in, as I will stand stalwart at your side, with strength, courage and dignity.
'Love never ends.' – With fidelity eternal, I willingly offer myself, every thought, each moment, all my heart's wherewithal to devote to you for all time and into the promise of Heaven beyond.
'All these holy precepts and more, with my body, my heart, my soul and my spirit at your command as your devoted steadfast husband for a lifetime into eternity, my darling min kæreste, Elsa of Arendelle.
Please accept these fifteen dedications of my full heart of love for you. If so, may I ask you to signal you have consented to our miraculous marriage and reassure my welcome into your heart with your traditional Bukkehorn call—to which I have long held sentimental value for—as my ship sails into your home port?
For I, your ever dutiful Sjoforsvaret Kommander, Vise Admiral Prince Hans Christian Westergaard, will then know that I am accepted wholly by you, my precious Queen Elsa, and of your continued desire to wed me, an unworthy man, on this first day of Spring in less than one week's time.
The twentieth of March, this Year of our Lord, Eighteen hundred and forty-three.
Which propitious day all my hopes and dreams will be realized when we will be joined under the ageless auspice of Almighty God's blessing of marriage designed since time immemorial, by His creation of man and woman to be helpmates, joined and cleaved unto one another's flesh, walking side-by-side in this life as well as the next, forever. Amen.
Please, my dove, my ears await your anticipated call of affirmation to a transformed man's reclaimed soul and faithful heart that will love only you for all time, and will be made complete and whole at last only when you and I are one.
May God be with you till then, whichever path you choose for me, for in this, I am giving you this final chance to be freed of me. Whatever your decision, I will abide by it.
But please know that your humble servant and devotee, Prince Hans of the Southern Isles will love you, Queen Elsa of Arendelle, until the end of time.
Jeg elsker deg, min ædle, Elise.'
"What does it say, Olaf? You must have some inkling—since you were with Hans when he wrote it, and you carried it all this way—of what that squirrelly Red is up to." Inquisitive Anna asks in a whisper behind her hand to her snowfriend at her sister's trembling, absorbed in thought silence as a teary Elsa turns the inscribed pages.
"It says on the outside: 'To Elsa of Arendelle, min hi-vid-du-e, which means 'my white dove' in Danish—I checked that out with JustHans to make sure before he sent me off on the westerlies." Olaf whispers back in kind behind his hand conspiratorially as if he was divulging some earth-shattering secret.
"See, I can read pretty good now, and in several languages, can't I?!" Olaf shows off his literary abilities that Elsa had painstakingly taught their soft-serve brained friend.
But he blows any semblance of learning with his next statement. "I suppose that's what it says because I remember he said it aloud as he was writing the address. All the rest inside is all too jumbled and curvy. I think it must be spelled wrong, too. Maybe because the ship was in some pretty rough waters at the time, and JustHans' hand was shaking when he wrote it. Kind of weird, right? JustHans is usually pretty slick at everything." Olaf cocks his head at the rather too well scripted document created by Prince Hans' extremely elegant, yet strong, penmanship. "At least he did a good job figuring out how to send me here to you with that extra bit of ice magic Elsa lent us so I could keep an eye on him from tumbling off the ship!"
Once again possessing an optimism that had the facts turned all upside down, Olaf had earned his own sea legs these past few months under Hans' patient tutelage, like a little frosty snow shadow, ever at his Captain's side.
It looked like the wily Dane apparently picked up more than a thing or two experimenting on the eager snowman on how to manipulate and augment the cryo-magic his Ice Queen had entrusted to him. After all, the sagacious quick-study Prince of the Southern Isles was the only man Elsa would trust to look out for her other beloved guy, her snow buddy Olaf—in her absence.
"Wow! You gave Hans some of your ice magic to use on Olaf, Elsa? Talk about a major leap of faith." Anna murmurs sourly, only slightly jealous as she recalled her ex-fiancé's past power-hungry penchant.
She plops down the steaming hot teapot so hard to the table that several stray drops splash over its spout, just missing Olaf's already noseless hollow cavity.
"Basic training 101, Anna! When on top deck, always dodge an incoming projectile, and keep your nose in! But I haven't one anymore to guard! Must have somehow gotten dislodged from my main mast upon landfall! Boo hoo..." Olaf's experienced, responsible seaman talk only went so far, as he begins to blubber for the loss of his favorite body part.
"Don't worry, Olaf! Here, have a cookie with this…iced mocha, while I go find your nose!" Filling a cup with the coffee flavored slushy, Rapunzel then crawls to her hands and knees on the balcony floor. She peers under each table leg, chair and balustrade in search of the sad faced snowman's runaway carrot.
"Looking for this, Sunshine?" Rapunzel slowly gazes up from where she was crawling on the upper patio ground when her one hand brushes against a familiar, well-weathered, sepia brown boot.
"That is going to make an excellent turning point chapter for my sto—" Rapunzel suddenly claps a hand over her tattling lips of the special wedding present of the book she had been writing which she'd been madly working on to complete in time for two of the main protagonists—namely, Elsa and Hans'— big happy event in a few days.
"Eugene? Why are you skulking about in the corners up here?" The once again small-framed-after-her-own-harrowing-twin-baby-delivery, Princess of Corona was hefted up to her feet by her cunning husband.
He had been spying on the trio of young women for the past several minutes, waiting for his prime opportunity to step in.
"Skulking? Who? Moi? No no no no, Brownie girl! I was simply being far too gentlemanly choosing just the right moment to make an entrance without disturbing the very private, very interesting, very girly conversations of you three very gorgeous young ladies!" Hiding the stolen vegetable behind his back which the flattering ex-thief had just purloined by second nature when it skid to his feet in the hall, Eugene Fitzherbert Przmyslid makes the lame excuse to his skeptical wife.
By the time Elsa was finished silently reading the touching letter of love verses from the Bible which perfectly signified much of her own and Hans Westergaard's entwined stories, there were silent tears in the Ice Queen's azure blue eyes.
"Hmmm? Elsa? Are you crying? Why are you crying? Why is she crying? JustHans spent hours by candlelight writing that for her and training me to surf the wind currents expertly, because he wanted to deliver it especially before our ship came in. Why would any of that make Elsa cry?" Olaf remarks stupidly out the side of his mouth, though everyone could hear.
"What did that jerk do now?! If he messes this up again, I'm going to hand him his head on a platter, and slice the rest of his body parts to be served up on skewers!" Anna was just itching to be armed with rapier again, the peeved ginger Princess of Arendelle waves her pie knife in the air angrily with thus alliteratively violent description.
"Ewgh, gross!" Rapunzel and Eugene both stick out their tongues at the disgustingly nasty threat to their good friend's handsome mug and more, as Pascal shades a putrid pukey yellowish green.
"I've gotta remind you not to get on her bad side in the kitchen with sharp objects. Especially not at dinner time, Lillebror!" Eugene speaks aloud to the mentally castigated Hans as if he were there as he clutches at his own gulping neck.
"That reminds me. Mein Liebling Rapunzel's mama, Queen Arianna asked me to escort you lovely princesses down to dinner. There's quite a party going on down there with all kinds of folks from some crazy, fairytale sounding place called 'the Enchanted Forest' who just showed up on the doorstep to freak the normal visitors out further—if there are any fit to be dubbed 'normal.' There's some eager beaver kid who just won't shut up driving us crazy! He's named Ryder. Copycat cool nom de plume thief! Sounds so fiction hero type! Believe me, I know. But I've heard imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, so I'll just let it go. Ha ha, little inside joke appetizer there, Queenie, to get ya going." Eugene babbles on in his way of addressing an absorbed-in-thought Elsa with the invite from his micromanaging in-law.
But the Ice Queen was paying little to no attention to anything else in the room, save the all-important looking scroll she had been transfixed upon for the past few minutes.
Rapunzel elbows Eugene in the gut, motioning her head as Pascal jumps on his shoulder, giving a green thumb gesture for the rude rogue rascal to depart from the quiet balcony sanctuary. And take a steaming Anna on his whistling arm with him, while she was grilling poor Olaf all the while.
"Come on, Pixie! Time to chow down on some of the good food your Auntie Ari's been terrorizing the kitchen staff and personally dishing up like a madwoman! Gotta remember you're eating for two now! Not three. Please, dear Lordy, don't let this poor child be storing up for three! Say it ain't so, for poor Kristoff's sake, at least. A hard-working man has to get some sleep, or he might end up in the nuthouse like me with twin terror angels." New father Eugene complains a little in his jovial way of his newborn twins' penchant for one screaming away like an alarm clock when the other just had fallen off to sleep.
And then the whole lullaby process through the night had to start all over again.
"What did that Red say, Olaf?!" Ignoring Eugene's strong-arming her out of the room as she struggles away, Anna whispers to her snowman venomously, grabbing his carrot nose from Eugene's guilty hand and shoving it into Olaf's face front.
"Whoo-ooh! Brain freeze! Welcome home, you big beautiful nosie!" Olaf coos at his reinstated, orangey, favorite facial feature.
"Olaf! Focus! Did Hans call it off!?" The fiery ginger girl didn't know if that outcome made her want to laugh or just scream. But either way, that Hans Westergaard was getting get the rough end of her tongue lashing for this last-minute standing up creepazoid act on her innocent, too trusting big sister—
"Chill out, little Mama. My kid brother just got a real flair for the dramatic. With my excellent 'I spy' super thief vision I got a glimpse of that glorious letter from my vantage point unseen. And suffice it to say I have not seen that many mentions of the awesome four letter word of 'Love' since that Valentine bubble candy incident back home where Varian's whacko invention of a 'self-inscribing pink bubble maker' went haywire all over Cass' laundry load. Whew! Was that a sudsy mess that the Dragon lady did not at all Love! Ha ha. Get it? She did not love it? Ahem. Any whoos. Let's go get some eats, gang." After reminiscing over his young inventor friend's humorous past attempts to romance Rapunzel's stony best friend and handmaiden, Eugene returns to the subject at hand.
"I suppose Joseph could be hungry." But at least her cousin relieved Anna a smidge with his keen eyed peer over Elsa's swooning shoulder of Hans' eloquent scrolled letter. She now lets him escort the somewhat calmed pregnant Princess down the stairs in peace at with her archenemy, soon to be brother-in-law.
"Who the hell is 'Joseph'?! First that flaky northern hick kid pretending to be another 'Rider,' and now your imaginary friend named 'Joseph?' This kingdom is officially nuts!" Eugene spazzes out as he tries to carefully lead the rambunctious ginger Princess down the long flights of spiraling stairs to Arendelle's full-up dining hall.
"Elsa, are you okay?" Rapunzel, the last one left in the room, was quietly more empathetic as she walks over to the balcony ledge where her blonde cousin was leaning across, with a yearning look on her glowing face, hugging the unconventionally delivered scroll to her chest.
"Oh, yes. Thank you, cousin Rapunzel, for asking." With so many thoughts swirling in her mind, Elsa turns from her eyes transfixed on the sea to face her understanding cousin who would one day be Queen as well.
There were tears raining from her eyes of pure joy, not the distraught sadness Anna had jumped to the conclusion of earlier in supposing Prince Hans had double-crossed them. Again.
"It's just that that this is the most touching letter I've ever received." Elsa murmurs to the sea, whose voice seemed to speak to her that he was coming.
"My Prince is a romantic genius." Elsa proclaims proudly, swallowing hard to get back into the moment. She rolls up the heartfully composed epistle her attentive, lyrical fiancé had prescribed to them with the overwhelmingly inspired Biblical truth about their relationship which was about to move into the next most pivotal step.
Holy matrimony.
With the first day of Spring in less than a week's time, and her groom's arrival back here in Arendelle in time for the ceremony seemingly imminent, Elsa's nerves had been frayed, to say the least, with all the preparations going on around her.
Not to mention the astounding upheaval going on with her amazingly selfless parents—who had given up the rule of a kingdom for their daughters—and the Elements of Nature they now were integrally a part of in the wondrous North of her country.
Her country.
Elsa was still reeling on how the journey to find her true self had led her right back here to Arendelle where the Lord Above had designated she belonged to be its destined good leader of this era.
But Hans' sweetly expressive missive in declaration of true love's promise, washed all of Elsa's anxiety and last-minute jittery nervousness away, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that his abiding love for her was genuine and real. And through it all, her Prince would be here all her life, to stand beside and bolster her every step of the way.
"What a breathtaking view, with the glorious scent of sea air pervading our little corner of the world, isn't it?" Elsa now smiles and wipes away her tears which evaporate into smiles.
Then she blows an icy kiss to her absent lover across the sea with excited eyes that dance as she loses herself in this moment with her Hans in the descending moonlight.
Rapunzel pops one chocolate truffle in her mouth and another in Elsa's, both lusciously chewing the 'chocolate' treat pick-me-up as Corona's future queen links her arm with her just as queenly cousin's.
"Yep, he's an amazing genius all right." Rapunzel agrees at her brother-in-law's luck to almost fall in a heap of trouble with these Arendelle girls, but always somehow managed to land on his feet with incredible grace and flair.
"Let's get down there to dinner before Eugene causes an international incident over his fake name." Rapunzel says with a sisterly smile to see her dear cousin look so happy and in love with the man whom God intended for her.
Not so far across the seas...
The good ship HmNos Gler had been swiftly moving at full steam for the final 630 nautical miles since its last refueling stop until this European port came into view.
Port Le Havre in the Haute-Normandy region of France was situated on the right bank of the mouth of the River Seine on the English Channel.
The port city had an exposed marshy coast, so traversing between the two beds of the Seine, for an experienced seaman, would reduce traveling time around the channel to just fifteen minutes.
And Prince Hans, who had been ingeniously expediting every shortened path to save time on this normally over two month-long journey, felt it serendipitous to find this shortcut to the refueling center.
It was thankfully ready with loads of coal, perfectly suited for the Gler's modernized boilers, by some odd chance. That definitely was a plus. It would cut short their voyage to Arendelle harbor by at least two hours, even further ensuring that the hurried captain and his ship would make it certainly in two sundowns to Elsa's home port.
So, it was by no surprise or coincidence that Hans found Ferdinand Egalité present and waiting there in Normandy for his dear comrade to arrive.
The Prince of Orléans had already made swift arrangement with the port master there—who was usually a stickler for protocol—to be ready and willing to quickly oblige the Gler's refueling at the charming French Crown Prince's special request.
Prince Ferdinand and his wife Helena had been waiting at the ninth century Graville Abbey for the now famed 'racing' steamship, the HmNos Gler, to stop at their welcoming port for one last coaling necessary after its long North Atlantic haul.
Dauntless Prince Ferdinand counted on that he and his Femme (wife) would be able to hitch a ride with his friend on his ship to attend the most talked about wedding in all of Europe since Victoria and Albert tied the royal knot.
"You see how I know you well, my pious and reverent ecumenical mon frére? As it appears I am right on the mark once again in judging character. Just as I was certainement that I would find you, my daring, sea-faring adventurer comrade wandering into this beacon of a holy Chapel, sooner or later. Did I not tell you, Helena, that our gallant Prince Hans would be found here in this holy setting on this very afternoon?" Egalité smugly directs a lazy smile triumphantly to his own bride about his calculations on the full steam ahead steamship Gler's itinerary.
That is, if the Frenchman was any judge of his redheaded friend pressing ahead relentlessly to return home to his beauteous fiancée.
As he obviously was.
"Ferdinand was so sure that he placed wagers upon its certainty, Vise Admiral." Helene, the former Duchess of Mecklenberg and current Duchess of Orléans had reminded them after the quiet Mass of eventide had passed and the trio were free to take a horse-drawn cab back to the port from the Catholic Chapel where Hans' ship had been swiftly refueled.
"I knew my favorite jockey—ahem, mon ami Hans—would not let me down. So why would I shirk being here to hasten your final refueling, mon frére, which would take you home to your wondrous Arendelle and your final destination resting place of holy matrimony in ample time? My adored Helena and I have enjoyed the forbidden fruits of wedded bliss for over four glorious years now together." Prince Ferdinand lifts his long-suffering wife's hand to his lips with an over-the-top kiss as she sniggers at his more honest, previous entry.
"Only at the behest of your dear, devout mamére, Egalité, did you not leave me hanging any longer." Helene flutters sardonic fingers under her hard-to-pin-down husband's stylishly long sideburn to lightly bearded chin.
"Nor will you disappoint your chére, Elsa, for that matter, mon ami. You doubtlessly would cut short your liberated bachelor life on the high seas for such a femme fatale, as reported by much interested newspapermen of the free press. So I felt compelled, as your brother-at-arms, to accommodate you on your march to the guillotine on this coming first day of the vernal equinox, when all the other birds of the air, and creatures of the land are smart enough to follow their imprint to be set free, whilst you choose to be enslaved for eternité. C'est la vie. It is set for this Sunday, I believe? How fitting for you, my prayerful friend. 'For liberté, egalité, fraternité!'" The dashing French Prince of Orléans, with a smirk at his own taken surname, fervently drops a few choice revolutionary mottos that spoke of the lofty Legionnaire's yearning for freedom himself.
"Fernan!" The really nonplussed Duchess feigns injury at her young man's harsh reference to the issue of marriage that the renowned playboy had been a secret subject to with her for these past four years.
He shrugs his handsome face at her with that infectiously charming smile that plainly said: 'You must forgive, it is my nature.'
"Besides, I look forward to reuniting with my dear Admirale Bernadotte, who is doubtlessly ecstatic by now about his beloved daughter's moved up wedding date. Non?" Prince Ferdinand smiles, a sarcastic ring in his tone. For he, firsthand after being conscripted by the Norwegian King to discredit this Dane, on the contraire found Hans Westergaard impeccable on their long journey passage from the wilds of India together. So Fernan understood Hans' situation of adversity very well.
"Indeed, Egalité. Indeed, he will be that…" Hans swallows hard at that thought still up the air and the extenuating thoughts concerning Elsa's father which he hoped his fiancée had cleared the ceremony with, lest there be some fireworks for Hans to look forward to when he arrived.
"Thank you for coming all the way up here, and going out of your way to assist me once again, Egalité, Duchess Helene. And for being such stalwart friends in our time of need." Hans thanks the Crown Prince for adjusting his springtime vacation to be on the West Coast of his nation so he could personally expedite refueling of the steamship passing through this crucial French port.
After all, who better had the authority to clear all the ports of the channel for his hasty friend's immediate departure than a Colonel in the 1st Regiment Hussars, outstanding member of the French Foreign Legion, not to mention Crown Prince, who was someday to be King of France?
This powerful Frenchman had quite a bit of pull in every area as he spoke with a winning grin beneath his dapper moustache to his friend as they set sail on the Gler.
So swift was the reinvigorated steamship burning coal like a house on fire to travel up the River Seine, then into the estuary of the English Channel that led to the Norwegian Sea entrance at last. There, the Sjoforsvaret Vise Admiral once again orders the Gler full 14 kn speed northward bound.
Even at that quick pace, it would take nearly two more days to traverse the last 600 km before they entered the Skaggerrak Strait's most treacherous stretch of sea in this northern area.
But the once dreaded strait was child's play now for the rough sea experienced Kommander who had captained his ship halfway around the world in less favorable current circumstances even in the far reaches of Indo-China seas.
Piece of cake. Or shall I say, wedding cake?
"Heh, he, heh."
How very droll you are, Westergaard. Almost tasting the sweet cream frosting in his watering mouth as his steamship surges forward towards landfall on the distant horizon, Hans chuckles to himself with his little, edgy joke as he stares as the churning waters of the briny deep the Gler was chewing up.
They somehow reminded him of the fresh whipped cream he had seen and desired, but not tasted, the unwanted boy excluded from partaking of any wedding confections at so many of his multiple brothers and their wives' matrimonial occasions he was not invited to fully attend.
Will I be a welcome participant to my own now?
"Keep focus, Westergaard, your eyes in the prize. Blindingly dazzling as she may be." As the next morning draws near in the dark deep of night Scandinavian waters, the Gler's arrival in port loomed in only a few short days.
Its redheaded Kommander gazes down at the icy statuette gleaming on his sweaty chest that in these early hours told his heart that his beloved, all her doubts and fears quieted, was wide awake, too.
Not only was she awake but Hans could sense that his Elsa was, in fact, laughing as she was thinking about him, dreaming about him, hoping for him to come and sweep her off her feet in destined marriage.
At least that was Hans Westergaard's prayer and hope as he reflected in his mind upon his audaciously sent, handwritten scroll's declarations of love for this singular woman. Hans had written it with all the penitent regret he acutely felt the gravity of as their promised date drew ever nearer.
He prayed that her family—all of them—had optimistically come to grips with his entrance into their clan and was anticipating the wedding with approval.
After all, Hans had much time alone during this voyage to ponder on the consequences of such a fantasized marriage. And when all was said and done, all the sorrow and hurt and fighting and lies he caused had been put to rest with forgiveness and truth and soulful revelations, as well as the promise of God's great Love that would carry His child into light and joy one day.
"Please, Lord, let the day be close at hand…"
As the Land of the Midnight Sun he was facing flickers prismatic aurora borealis northern lightshow faintly in the far distance, Prince Hans tentatively smiles a prayer with the hope in all the love that was and is to come. A sacred, forgiving glow, which stemmed from its beginnings in the dark to the light, extends its faith through the unending prismatic rainbow of promise shining like a beacon ahead.
And maybe that shimmering bright light would include the unwanted, forgotten Prince of the Southern Isles in its warmth this time, too.
"You'll Be in My Heart" – written by Phil Collins for 'Disney's Tarzan' 1999
Min alskare – my lover in Norwegian
Min kæreste – my dearest in Danish
Min hvvidue – my white dove in Danish
Mein liebste – my love in German
Muster – Assembled roll call on board ship in 19th century
Fenrik – Ensign rank in the Sjoforsvaret navy
Jeg elsker deg – 'I love you' in Norwegian
Min kæreste – my darling in Danish
min ædle – my precious in Danish
min flicka – my little girl in Swedish
Liberté, egalité, fraternité – 'Liberty, Equality, Fraternity' the French national motto
Frére – brother in French
Mon ami – my friend in French
Femme – wife in French
Long time no see Greetings, my dear Frozen Again friends!
Beginning with this soulfully fitting 'Lord's Declarations of Love' episode, after our too long hiatus apart, I have promised a very special friend to continue this novel's special Helsa Wedding Event, for a very special day, soon to come of her own! ^0^
This will be the first of a three part 'Ice Queen Fairytale Wedding' special Event, to which our beloved 'Frozen Again' series will come to its happy ending conclusion at long last! I pray to the Lord for His Inspiration to make this heartfelt present for a cherished friend possible, in perfect timing for her treasured days of days. Please, Lord, give me the words to express this fulfilling True Love, as He had designated for each of us to fulfill our hearts eternally, in this special Special featuring our favorite characters of Elsa and Hans (who have waited with incredible patience for this humble author to find her God-given writing imagination again, I pray to find His inspiration again ;) By His grace I hope to finish all 3 parts in time for my dearest Helsa friend's propitious Valentine's Day glorious event in mid-February!
Thank you all for your support and friendship and utmost Love over the years as we have shared this romantic fairytale adventure together. I feel truly blessed to have been able to touch your hearts, even a little bit over the years. ;)
And most of all, thank you for your thoughts and prayers, they truly have touched me when I needed your friendship most during these difficult times of separation from those we love, with the blessed assurance to meet again soon in the victorious promise of eternity, in the blink of an eye, my hero.
You are forever appreciated and loved, just as the Lord Above perfectly designed Love for His children, so beautifully depicted in His Word, the Holy Bible, declaring what real love truly should be, just as Prince Hans and Queen Elsa have discovered in one another.
Doumo Arigatou for joining their long and fulfilling journey of Love there. ^0^
Thank you for reading and God bless you all!
Your Frozen friend back in the Aurora Borealis shimmering saddle again, once more! ^0^
As the song said: 'You have always been in my Heart'! Hope to hear your input and reviews again soon, just like the old days! :):)
In our Lord Jesus' powerful and praiseworthy name,
HarukaKou
