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"Frozen Again: 'Love Never Ends"

Act X

Chapter 34

'An Ice Queen Fairytale Wedding'

Part 2

"I'll Find a Way to Come to You"

Back in Arendelle later that night, just a hop, skip and jump over the pond across the North sea

Clang clang clang. Clip clip clip. Bang bang bang. Chop chop chop.

"Anna? Rapunzel dear? What are two you doing, making such an unholy racket at this early hour of the morning, my girls? Yawn"

At the sound of the older woman's voice entering their hushed workstation counter, ginger and brown heads shoot up, banging into each other with a dual silent 'ouchy.'

Both princesses were startled by Queen Arianna's sleepy voice calling down the stone steps into the dark kitchen area of Arendelle Castle.

"Ooh! Hard head! Jinx! Snap!!" Rapunzel and Anna link pinkies and giggle together. The girls had been brainstorming all night after that brilliant meal Elsa had hosted earlier this evening on this brilliant idea for an ultimate wedding cake.

It was to be an extra-special surprise for Elsa and Hans that the two cousins industriously desired to put their own personal touches upon.

Rapunzel may have arrived in Arendelle just a few days before, but the go-getter gal was already ready and rearing to get to work in excitement, planning all the details for the upcoming wedding for her beloved 'sibling' Elsa Bernadotte.

Soon to be Elsa Westergaard.

Whee! A Westergaard…What a romantic surname…sigh…Guess Hans won't end up having to change his last name like my poor Eugene had to—multiple times—not now that Hans and his father and brothers have made up. Oh, I can't wait to see all of those Egeskov folks again! With Hans' father, all those interesting brothers, their fun wives, and multiple children all promising to attend, it's going to be one crowded family reunion! Just wait 'til my Anxelin and Ruby get to meet their massive extended family!

Hee hee, my little angels! MAMA LOVES BIG FAMILIES!

"Rapunzel dear! Are you certain that you are in fit enough condition to be doing all of this physical labor? You just recently endured that ordeal of birthing twin babes. Anna, I know there is no stopping you, but should you put to work your poor cousin the minute she practically arrived through your door?" Sweet 'Brownie' and spicy 'Gingersnap's' bright turquoise and green eyes both turn up as the long-haired Corona queen smiles at how well her daughter and these two cousins of her sister Iduna just clicked.

What eager beaver Anna—though good at hands-on construction basics picked up from her Papa and Kristoff over time—lacked in Elsa's meticulously elegant sense, idealistic Rapunzel made up for with a truckload of creative talent.

So the energetic younger Princess of Arendelle wasn't about to let a minute with her artistic cousin go to waste.

Not when there was a fairytale wedding in just one week left to plan! Elsa had a great big super ceremony in the wings and her 'wedding planners' were on the case!

"No, I'm fine, Mother. This is really good exercise for me. I've been spending far too much time in bed since the twins were born. So, I could use the exercise before Eugene says I have too many 'love handles' to complain of." Rapunzel chuckles at her absent husband's doubtless response to her excess weight from just haven given birth to their two little twin angels.

"Oh, Aunt Ari! Don't worry about us! 'Punzie and I are tough guys!" A flour dusty Anna wipes the sweat from her brow. The pregnant young mother-to-be tries to look like she was not hobbling up from where sh—and her increasingly enlarged stomach—had been kneeling down with the Prussian Princess making paper mâché cake scenery.

She looks to her visiting aunt with a grateful smile for not only her caring now. But also for her Mama Iduna's adopted older sister stepping into her absent sibling's role as 'mother hen' for the bride-to-be's preparations.

As much as she desperately wished to be here for her girl, Iduna—now discovering her role up in the northernmost parts of their country as new 6th Spirit of Nature in Elsa's place at her King of the North Winter's side—could not leave Ahtohallan and the Elements they now ruled in their freshly revealed Realm of Harmony.

At least not just yet.

So, it was a good thing that her responsible big sister, Arianna, was around to take up the slack, so to speak, just as Iduna knew that she could rely on her conscientious sis to do everything 'just so' for her little girl's big day.

With a helping hand to steady her gingersnap pal up as she leaned against the kitchen counter, Rapunzel could sympathize with her younger cousin, having just gone through the similar ordeal of first pregnancy herself.

"Ooh, almost knocked them all down! But I didn't!" Anna had nearly toppled all the carefully placed sugar figurines over. But she catches herself—and her tiny, already icing patched together sugary figure version—at the very last minute.

Rapunzel's blacksmith/scientist friend, Varian—who had met most of the wedding party himself to be familiarized enough with the subjects—had made his princess' specialized characters in 3-D mold shapes as per his memory and the imaginative artist renderings.

When Rapunzel had first heard about the brilliant cake topper scene idea from the urgent express letter that loving sister Anna had sent right out via Scuttle's express mail service to her with the invite, the plucky Corona Princess immediately grabbed up her art supplies, carving tools and artistic cookware, along with her vast store of talented and eager-to-please friends who jumped aboard the swiftest ship going north of the continent.

Attila the baker, Gunther the designer, Vladimir the collector, Fang the puppeteer and anyone else in the kingdom who wanted to help out or simply attend the Royal wedding of Queen Elsa of Arendelle to Eugene's 'cooler cousin,' Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, had tagged along.

So, Rapunzel had packed up her bohemian group of choice friends from the Snuggly Duckling pub to join her royal entourage to Arendelle.

Eugene's friends, Lance and Job— who had really taken to her babies, Ruby and Anxelin, serving as godfathers thereof, respectively—were also only too happy to come on board Hookhand and Hookfoot's musical ferry cavalcade to Norway as babysitters for Rapunzel's nearly two-month old twins.

"All-righty, girls! You've been at it all night! Or is it morning yet? Hard to tell with that Midnight Sun of yours always out, Iduna. Not good nocturnal practice for your daughters… Nonetheless…it's time to get some shut-eye, young ladies. I hope you and your queenly sister don't mind, Anna, but I've been busy myself, redecorating your guest room for Rapunzel, into a functional nursery for two. Iduna obviously wasn't prepared for such a circumstance for either of her girls. Good thing we brought an extra cradle along on the ship." Faulting her absent younger sister's lack of prescient maternal organizational skills as well as Iduna's new 6th Spirit effect on the continual solar presence, Queen Arianna definitively declares as she enters the bustling downstairs kitchen area.

"Oh, Mother! I didn't mean for you to be doing all that by yourself! Did Eugene at least help you?" With smudges of lilac frosting on the tip of her nose, Rapunzel felt guilty for her aging parent to have taken on room renovation in her absence while she herself was making this surprise present for Elsa and Hans.

"Yes, don't worry, dear. Your Eugene's been put to work, my girl, after I woke him from his after dinner 'siesta,' complaining of the 'excessive heat.' I personally find this early spring warm weather invigorating." The Queen says with a sardonic smirk on her features of the devilishly handsome, but extremely lazy young man who required a kick in the pants from time to time. "At least I've been getting some much-needed aerobics in to keep my weight in check—so I can fit in that dress for the wedding after sampling Halima's baked goodies—wiith all that moving old antiquated furniture about with him. It was hard to keep your ever-loving father out of 'helping' us. Not with his heart in this heat. But you know him, Rapunzel! Luckliy, Lance and Job brought Anxelin and Ruby in to 'try the cradle,' so those nice, big strong men switched places with the King in babysitting and moving man duties. Thank God for those boys." Arianna was worrisome over her recently recovered husband's health as she sighs in relief. She was referring with a gentle smile to all the hard effort the older gentlelady personally put into caring for not only her only child's new babes, but their stubborn grandfather, as well.

The Queen of Corona had hurriedly fixed her long grey-streaked brown hair up in a somewhat neat bun while she was room-revising. Looking pretty 'done-in' after a hard day's exertion, Arianna stretches her aching back with a rub to her aching neck, which was soon appeased by a sweet melody hummed by her gifted little niece Anna's healing lips.

"…Not the labor of my hands can fulfill Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know? Could my tears forever flow?
All could never sin erase, Thou must save, and save by grace."

Anna's sweet voice continues to sing the timeless hymn 'Rock of Ages' as she had been working beside her cousin Rapunzel busily all night with their secret mission. The song, double purpose, had calmed her aunt's frazzled nerves as well with its subliminal healing Anna had apparently inherited.

It had great effect, just as her Mama Iduna once used to sing for her oft tense and high-strung older sister as a girl in Sweden to quell her fears.

"Rock of Ages, cleft for me. Let me hide myself in Thee…ooh! Joseph is on the move wriggling! He really dances when I sing of rocks…Must be his Rock Troll heritage! That tickles, little guy! Heehee!" It seemed that the baby boy hidden within first time mama Anna's tummy area reacts gleefully to his mother's hummed song.

"Look, Aunt Primmy! Aren't these little guys made out of sugar adorable?! There's a figure of Mama, and one of Papa, one of me and Kristoff and 'Punzie and cousin Eugene, too! There's even ones of you—here—Aunt Ari, and Uncle Friedrich! Isn't it great how Rapunzel and her genius cake boss friends made Hans and his red hair look decent? See? They even got his tiny pointy nose right." Teasing her favorite target even in his absence, Anna inelegantly holds up a particular delicate figurine crafted of colored sugar and glazing that the sweet experts in Bavaria were known to excel at.

"Indeed. It looks very lifelike to our handsome Danish Prince whom Elsa is to wed in just over a week's time. But please don't call me 'Primmy,' Anna! You're just as incorrigible as your mother." After chiding her niece—who looked more like wildflower Iduna every time she saw her—Queen Arianna carefully inspects the four inch svelte figure wearing an extremely detailed suit. He sported the pale blue satin jacket with gold tuxedo stripe white pants of the formal Sjoforsvaret officer's uniform which Arianna remembered of seeing on Iduna's own Arendelle Crown Prince Agnarr in full naval officer wedding attire, a quarter century ago.

Discussing Elsa's preference before she left for Ahtohallan, Queen Iduna had sent Rapunzel the blueprints of how this new, dashing naval officer groom would be outfitted, right down to Prince Hans' signature tall, black leather boots.

"I have to admit, when I first opened the box marked 'fragile' that Rapunzel brought in, I had the urge to drop that Red, and crack off his sugar daddy head." Anna stands up straight, putting her hands on her hips that were dwarfed by her particularly enlarged-from-eating-too-much stomach.

"Anna! You wouldn't!" The Princess of Corona shrieks in horror at any peril to befall what she believed was her finest work of art, beside the still in the works, sugary crystal bride herself.

"She would." Sweaty working man Kristoff pops his blond head up to drolly comment from where his construction skills were needed in assembling wood to metal parts of the diorama from underneath the table.

RAZZZ.

Anna sticks her tongue out in a razzle at her ever-present, handsome and handy hubby before popping a stray chocolate chip into his smug mouth smiling up at her from beneath the table.

"I'm just kidding, Rapunzel! It probably would make this sugar Elsa cry saccharine tears to be minus her handsome groom. Wow! How stunning a bride she makes! You're doing a spectacular job, Cuz'! Isn't she, Auntie Prim? I found some sketches Elsa left for her wedding dress in our Elsie's desk drawer and I sent them onto Rapunzel via Scuttle's airborne express service. You really are so talented a cake artist, Punzie!" Anna, none too gently—to Rapunzel's nail-biting terror—displays to her curious aunt how the tiny figurine of Elsa was constructed of sparkling iridescent sugar that gave her off the shoulder, daring wedding gown an ethereal glow which was always indescribable.

As the fragile sugar figure is safely returned to the tabletop, Rapunzel sighs in relief. She had been masterfully working on the delicate, almost infinitesimal weave of the tiny spun sugar webbing 'chiffon-ish lace tulle' that would serve for the sparkling veil encircling the mini sugar bride's trailing floor-length skirt, to complete the minute Ice Queen's incredible wedding ensemble.

There was even tiny, miniature, translucent white sprinkles glistening around the spun powdered sugar veil flowing like a magic cloud of snow flakes around the beautiful icy white-pale blue bride figurine.

"Yes, Iduna's big girl will make the most magnificent, magical bride that anyone's ever seen." Arianna proudly chuckles, with a nod to Rapunzel's artistic skills and Anna's enthusiasm. "I just wish there was a way for my wildflower little sister to attend Elsa's most important day…" Arianna then turns introspective concerning the non-present mother of the bride, whom Anna and Elsa had told so vividly an account of Iduna's magical transformation of destiny in the North that Arianna could almost envision the amazing miracle herself.

I'm doing all I can to fill in for you here with your girls, little syster…

"You're right, Anna. Elsa's wedding gown will be stunning!" Trying not to show tears, Arianna wholeheartedly agrees with Anna that the sleek and stylish platinum beauty would be breathtaking in her own ice-designed wedding gown, even if it would certainly raise some eyebrows.

"I just hope her Papa's frosty brows don't raise frozen Cain when he sees how daringly body hugging the low-cut unconventional…dress…his eldest daughter has selected for her Royal Wedding ceremony to his favorite Dane." Agnarr's sister-in-law murmurs under her breath, just imagining Iduna's stuffy husband's reaction to this somewhat risqué, form-fitted, mermaid style wedding gown 'fashion designer' Elsa had planned to wear down the aisle on her strict, traditional, kingly father's arm.

But no, Agnarr and Iduna will not be here. Something about 'the elements requiring them both in their new Kingdom of Melodic Harmony in order to maintain the winter and nature,' I hear. Or something like that, according to these brave girls they left in charge down here.

I always sensed you were destined for something more than this normal world, Iduna, my sweet, yet enigmatic little syster…I wish I could see you now. You sound incredible in your magical kingdom...But I expect no less of the girl with fire in her eyes and a river of music in her soul…

Queen Arianna smiles to herself through tears just to think of the phenomenal life God had chosen for her amazing adopted sibling whom she had brought back from Norway's Enchanted Forest on that fateful visit to the Saami lands, decades ago.

Much the same I see in the eyes of all three of our amazing daughters the Lord has granted us, who never cease to amaze me, either, Iduna.

The two independent-minded young women Arianna was gazing upon simply smile and shrug up to the suddenly teary-eyed emotional, older Queen, dismissing her warning of an un-Spring-like chill. They loved Elsa so much to go to all this trouble for her and no one's frosty opinion was going to stop them now.

"'Just whistle while you work, woo woo woo woo woo woo. It won't take long when there's a song to help you set the pace…So hum a merry tune…Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm…'" Tying her hair up, as the temperatures were rising under the brilliant Midnight Sun which never ceased since she left the Realm of Harmony, Anna joins Rapunzel to happily go right back to work. Side by side, the tireless pair were singing and whistling as they ignore the warmer temps to continue to sculpt and paint and hammer together the most audaciously artistic wedding cake the Corona Queen had ever seen, with harmonious Kristoff humming backup below the table he was mending.

The trio was soon aided by goggle wearing mad scientist Varian—and his raccoon buddy, Rudiger, which Queen Arianna had her own qualms about with the large 'rodent' being unclean in any kitchen—as, with a blowtorch, the quartet doggedly put some finishing touches of nails and glue and paint on the double sided elliptical staircase of the monumental-sized cake diorama.

It was quite an undertaking. But after another hour or so of all the busy hands on deck crafting, the model sized royal chapel setting that Rapunzel had architecturally designed their impressive, fantasy wedding cake around was nearly complete, and indeed looking phenomenal.

But that's just when a sleepless Elsa had decided to roam the strangely quiet halls, and come down to the kitchen in search of a glass of warmed milk to help her sleep. The Ice Queen was not finding her castle hot or stifling as busy Anna and Rapunzel did.

No, after all the years of unfriendly cold, Elsa secretly preferred to be deliciously warm. Like every time she melted into her red hot prince's inviting arms.

"What on earth are all of you..?!" But after that momentary first shock of turning the corridor to discover the numerous persons crowding around the Arendelle Palace kitchens at well past midnight, the Ice Queen was flabbergasted by what she sees behind them.

"Okay! Whoof! It's everyone-here-in-Arendelle-who-loves-you's-super-secret-surprise-super-detailed-five-tier-chapel-scene-wedding-cake-we-baked-and-frosted-and-decorated-for-you-and-that-Hans-for-your-super-duper-wedding-present! Whew!" But not-good-at-keeping-secret-present-surprises Anna could not contain her own excitement to keep her sister out of the loop for long as she spills out the elongated sentence in one sucked in breath.

Apparently Anna had been coordinating with their family friend/Official Royal Baker Halima, along with Rapunzel and her creative gang from Corona, to make this special confectionary treat as their shared premiere present for the Queen of Arendelle and her Prince of the Southern Isles' upcoming Royal wedding.

"…Oh, Anna…Rapunzel…everyone…It's…it's…" The erudite Queen of Arendelle was at a complete loss of words for the magnificent, tall-tiered wedding cake, all artistically frosted in pale lilacs and aurora borealis platinum whites, trimmed with edible golds to match her iridescent ice wedding dress ensemble that took Elsa's breath away.

"…super." With a wry smile etched on her wine lips, Queen Elsa was supplied with the less than aristocratic word due to her elated little sister's constant usage of its exceptional superlative.

"It's truly perfect. I've never seen its equal. I can't wait for Hans to see it on our wedding day." The once cold as ice young woman was no longer concealing the pure feeling of happiness those two simple little words brought her heart.

Smiling from ear to ear with sisterly pride, Rapunzel and Anna and…friends...exchange thumbs up and high-fives at the sheer bliss and contentment on Elsa's truly pleased face as the thrilled bride praised their work.

Under expert baker Halima's week-long patient tutelage in her bakery, Rapunzel and Anna had been busy side-by-side, clandestinely burning the midnight oil in the castle kitchens on their top secret project, growing ever closer to one other as they gave their all for dear Elsa. Both go-getter princesses worked hard to complete their magnificently complex kuchen gateau (layer cake) undertaking, now coming to life in layers of sweet sugars and fun colored frosting.

"But maybe we could use a tiny bit of sisterly ice magic to keep it all from collapsing before then?" Rapunzel wasn't too overconfident of her art to ask for a little cryokinetic assistance when the perplexed Princess of Corona found some of their magnificent cake going a bit wobbly for the unseasonably warm temperatures here in Norway for this time of year.

Due to the fantastic changes sweeping over the kingdom from mystical Ahtohallan above, joyful Spring-like weather was now pervading the Land of the Midnight Sun, reaching even this Arendelle cellar kitchen.

And Rapunzel was beside herself in trying to keep their week-long toil all together, as she wiped the nervous sweat drop from her furrowed temple with the request to her amazing cousin.

"The heat never bothered me anyway!" Elsa saucily sings as she sends a gentle wave of frost particles through the air in just the right, gentle amount to maintain the delicate miniature sugar stairwell from the now softened lavender frosting threatening to drip down it.

With a relieved sigh from both princesses and their cake-making entourage, the daunting task, though imaginatively stunning already, was made so much easier and more stable when the bride herself added her artistically talented cryo-hands at this last minute. Elsa puts a few ice gem final touches on the sweet little frosted church gables she swirled in iridescent powder sugar 'snow' around the towering cake to Rapunzel and Anna's giggling glee, they more than happy to have their third teammate on board.

Not to mention Elsa's valued opinion when asked, so they could complete the cake scenario just to her ideal specifications, as she cooled the kitchen down a few degrees to keep both cake and cake artists chilled.

Between the three creative young women and their ever helpful friends to lend a musical hook and sugary crook, the phenomenal wedding cake Rapunzel and Anna had envisioned for Elsa's big day was becoming more and more a beautiful sight to behold.

"The topper figure looks so slim and elegant now! I couldn't have done your dress true justice without a little of your ice magic in the kitchen this morning." The more avant garde artist in the Princess of Corona really was grateful that the stylish Ice Queen herself arrived in time for this to be a sister time art project. Now including the blushing bride, all three princesses enjoyed each other's company, even if it was no longer a wedding present surprise.

"Not at all, Rapunzel! I'm sure that you and Anna would have done an amazing job on your own without me…" Elsa seemed transfixed on getting mini sugar Hans' naval medals just right. After all, she had grown up admiring those awards on her papa's handsome uniform, that Vise Admiral Westergaard would soon be symbolically wearing all the full bars of with King Agnarr passing on sovereignty of their country to her as Queen. And that meant that now her deservingly courageous and intelligent and good Prince Hans, as her husband, and Vise Admiral would officially be upgraded to—

Full Admiral of our Sjoforsvaret in your place…Is that really all right with you, Papa? And perhaps daresay, my wishes even more…

"They all have been working on this massive, ornate wedding cake idea of theirs for you and your handsome prince for days in secret, my dear. And I'd say they have done a marvelous job, too, on not only this, but all the arrangements now well in hand. So what are your pretty pink cheeks dreaming of now, your Majesty?" Queen Arianna comes up from behind the slender beauty donning that royal purple nightgown which was much too slinky for this staid Arendelle rear kitchen area to a certain eye-popped young man.

"Prince Hans-some. What else?" Anna smirks as she gives Elsa's engagement ring donning hand a squeeze, the younger ginger having come to terms with the once unimaginable love story between her beloved sister and her former enemy.

I can't wait to tell my new Admiral the newsHe will be so very surprised. Elsa lets her mind travel as her blissful lips barely whisper the most honorable title she had held in much esteem since her youth, and would be only too pleased to appoint her beloved to now, as ruler of her heart already.

But being 'Admiral' was her father's proud title for as long as she could remember.

But I wish I could talk to Papa concerning his feelings on passing the admiralty on to Hans first though…He is the Vise Admiral, after all, besides my future husband, soo…what do you think, Papa?

"I know some of these boys with 'pretty pink cheeks' are no doubt dreaming of something else." Cassandra's droll voice cuts through the kitchen area, as the tough guardswoman smirks at the teenaged scientist whose eyes were bugging out at the Norwegian Queen's low-cut sleepwear. Though Kristoff was nonplussed about seeing his sister-in-law's showy fashion, Varian was obviously wowed, as the less femininely garbed swordswoman runs an accusing sharp fingernail under her youthful, new boyfriend's gulping neck.

Cassandra had been dutifully looking after Rapunzel's daughters, Ruby and Anxelin, from afar, until they had finally fallen asleep under watch of 'volunteer nanny' Lance, which dutiful Captain of the Corona's Royal Guard Cassandra couldn't help but roll her eyes over.

The large framed clown had gotten so exhausted amusing the twins while Arianna had Job moving the furniture about, that he too, had to take a snooze on the floor of the nursery, where he ended up hugging all the plushie toys.

"Hi, Cassie." Varian guiltily waggles his fingers up at the tall, sleek-in-her-maroon-and-grey pantsuit woman with hands on her hips and a disagreeable look on her face. Then he goes back to seriously welding the underbelly of the table that Kristoff was holding up while the inventor had been affixing wheels, so as the massive cake structure could be mobile on its own.

Varian and Kristoff had tirelessly collaborated together all the past few days with the local blacksmith in town to forge the scientist boy-genius' specialized metallurgic aluminum alloy into a tiny set of spiraling staircases that would be the underpinning of their amazing Arendelle Chapel wedding cake for Elsa and Hans.

"I still can't believe you and Anna came up with that marvelous wedding cake idea with Halima and all the others! I am honestly surprised, and genuinely touched. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for working so hard to make my wedding absolutely perfect." Elsa gathers Anna and Rapunzel up in a big group hug as she steps back from ogling the intricate cake. Her enchanted eyes soak in every detailed aspect of the masterful wedding cake assembled in her and Hans' honor together.

Together at last, Hans, my darling…Dare I call you my 'Admiral'…? There are so many new aspects of our lives to consider now for our kingdom I never even imagined before, now with Papa and Mama taking on different roles in their own lives in what was formerly Ahtohallan…

"What do I do, Papa?" Elsa whispers so softly that no one else heard her gently smiling plea to her beloved parent who was now so very far away.


Hundreds of kilometers north in the newly remodeled Enchanted Forest

"Can you believe all this? Amazing…sigh…" A dreamy young man whispers to the winds he had been taught to respect all his life as a Northuldran.

"Uh…yeah. But you just sitting there, doing nothing but sighing and admiring the view like a lazy sissy isn't going to get our part of the village present for Queen Elsa done." Hanimaren Nattura reprimands her birdbrain twin brother for the thousandth time since they had risen at daybreak to collect the proper amount of sapling trees from their sacred Enchanted land.

Land that had suddenly sprung forth from its eternal state of Autumn just a few weeks ago by the miracle of the song of Ahtohallan's true manifestation into the Spring it had been waiting for decades to unfold.

Chief Yelana, upon hearing of Queen Elsa's upcoming wedding—actually before, the intuitive Northuldran leader had a sixth sense that Elsa's day of fruition was at hand now that all of Nature had been liberated and the seasons were changing here in their magical corner of the country—had instructed her people to begin gathering the emerging seedlings that would one day become tall, sturdy trees.

The gifted woody perennials would concurrently grow down in Arendelle now as well, to match the rest of the fertile forestry of the now really enchanted forest.

For those seedling trees which had sprouted from the renewed earth early, since the freshly inducted 5th and 6th Spirits of Harmony and Melody had come into their own. The tiny seedlings had already transformed into healthy saplings in less than a week's speeded time.

Choice tree saplings of every genus and type, deciduous, evergreen and fruit alike, were being readied to transplant to their new home in the south for the Queen of Arendelle and all of Norway to share in this blessed wonder of God's fertile creation to commemorate her special union.

"Nobody said I'm not allowed to enjoy the seasonal shift our grandparents have been praying for since before we were born, you ole stick in the mud, big sis." Ryder protests with a twisted lip as he dutifully hefts up yet another enchanted sapling, enchanted soil mud and all, into the special pottery containers Yelana and the village elders had prepared.

"You're just jealous that these tiny widdle baby trees get to attend Queen Elsa's wedding party and you're NOT invited." Ryder, like most other annoying brothers, rubs the neglected invite to the royal wedding of the century into his twin sibling's face.

"I am NOT jealous, Ryder. What do I care to go to some stuffy castle building to stand around—or better yet be squished in between—dozens of strange royalty outworlders and the like of those weird princes we don't even know, just to watch the 5th Spirit—" Flipping her thick sepia braid over her shoulder, Hanimaren begins to complain of the royal wedding church ceremony that neither she or her brother had received invitations to, though Chief Yelana did.

"—Elsa, get that magical happy-ever-after you've been dreaming of your whole life with a foreign prince of your own, sis? Sorry, dirt. But we gotta get this little gal out of the ground, so it can hit the road if we're ever gonna get to Arendelle in time." Ryder stabs his spade shovel into the ground with the apology to the ground they, as Northuldrans, had revered since time immemorial. Then he tenderly, with a hummed, monk-like tune to the spirit of the earth—or should I be singing to the new 6th Spirit of Nature now?—works the small roots of the young tree from the patch of soil beneath its towering mother maple.

"No, Ryder. Be serious. I just want to make sure that Danish Prince really deserves the 5th Spirit who bridged the gap between humans and nature." Carefully lifting the small tree sapling into the pot her twin was holding, the reindeer shepherdess was more than a bit protective of those she cared for. And selfless Queen Elsa certainly fell in that category for her, they had bonded as real friends in those months Elsa often visited the Enchanted Forest, while the Ice Queen had not been training to command the Elementals in Ahtohallan.

"We saw him at Elsa's fancy dress birthday party last month. He can't be that bad if she chose him out of that whole pack of princely wolves! He seems like an okay kinda guy to me, even if he did look too slick in that way-too-tight silver metal knight costume." More inclined to be positive and friendly, Ryder loads the heavy, elemental decorated clay pots onto the cart he had fashioned to his pair of reindeer friends' wagon.

"Yes, we saw him. But does she really know him enough to promise the other half of her soul to him? Didn't you sense how our new 5th Spirit—King Agnarr—still had some reservations concerning him? If he didn't entirely trust him to be with Elsa—then why should we?" More apprehensive Maren airs her suspicions in the continually sun-drenched, never to be trapped in mists again Enchanted Forest, as she and Ryder suddenly look up to the shifting sky at this early morning hour.

'Where the north wind found Harmony…'

That's when a flowing warm breeze blows in a melody filled with spring flower petals, followed by icy tinkling harmonics which envelop around the pair just settling onto the reindeer led sled, who immediately bow their heads in reverence to the approaching Spirits of Nature.

'…There's a kingdom full of Melody…'

"Perhaps because he was merely a foolish man then. May God forgive him." The deep baritone voice of the humbled Winter Spirit who was formerly this nation's King enters the forest with a cool breath on his frosted lips coated with repentance. Obviously, along with his selfless transfiguration into a Spirit of Nature in his daughter's place, Agnarr Bernadotte had gained an otherworldly wisdom that had oft escaped him before.

The prejudice and envy and rivalry for that young 'Dane' who had captured his precious girl's heart had ebbed away down the River of memories with the newly awakened Ahtohallan's no longer frozen currents when the King of Norway discovered his truest meaning.

And when Iduna had explained to her husband of Elsa's imminent wedding to Prince Hans, once anxious father Agnarr's spiritual heart had been freed to let go of all the frozen fear and natural resentment and see the endless possibilities of love awakened for his child to live a normal life now that he had exchanged places with her as 5th Spirit.

My little girl has called out to me, and you allowed me to hear her plea in here, praise God. Agnarr touches his frozen fingertips to his warmed heart which had been stirred to find a way to traverse the numerous miles by bringing the elementals with the pair who had transformed Ahtohallan into a peaceful 'Realm of Melodic Harmony.' Actually, none of this marvel would have been remotely imagined without my wondrous Iduna to steer my stubborn path, Lord.

"'Come, my songbird, homeward bound.'" Agnarr extends his open hand out to the anchor of his life.

"'No longer lost, harmony found!'" The 6th Spirit harmonizes with her 5th Spirit counterpart, tying the seasons, nature, spirits ad humans all together with her peaceful melody under the Creator's sky.

"And how do you now accord, my handsome, dazzling Windchime lord?" With the innate poetic rhythm which this Spirit of Melody had masterfully come into her own naturally, Iduna gazes with sparkling aurora borealis painted eyes coquettishly at her soulmate.

"Whatever you wish me to be, under God's grace, my enchanting, songful Windlass." Reaching his pure ice, blue-white hand out, it imperceptibly melts down to normalized pale peach skin for the dashingly uniformed Ice King of the North Winter to properly escort his Queen home to this Enchanted Forest in a short break during their swift descent from their Realm's idyllic kingdom to personally answer Elsa's call.

The dual spirits intrinsically linked in mind and heart and soul, sing, flirt and tease one another as the timeless lovers Agnarr and Iduna would now and forever be, together in destiny.

In whistling windsong and cherished chimes, the mystically endowed pair play off one another in a naturally flawless waltz down from the clouds above to almost touch the ground of Iduna's birth.

"I wish you, my love, to never again be a fool. Prove it by making forgiving amends your tool." Gorgeously adorned in leaves of Spring all aglow in reflective colored light sparkling upon her trailing long skirts, the 6th Spirit of Melody rhymes her melodious advice to her oft tempestuous cold ice mate in perfect penillion cadence.

"Then let us begin this apology tour by visiting your irksome mother, my paean pet, to whom I will do my best to grovel competently." Smirking Agnarr—after several weeks of stepping into his extraordinary role which was so much more demanding than the responsibility of a mere human King—still had a delicious spice about him, despite the near total lack of his once ginger coif. It had been turned all platinum white, save for one mischievous gingery streak that made him undeniably roguish yet.

"Oh, Agnarr! You are an incorrigible scamp still! But that's why I love you and I always will. Hehehe." Iduna's lyrical, lilting chuckles were even in musical chanting song as she accepts her lover's hand.

"I just hope that Elsa's Vise Admiral Dane lives up to all the accolades you and she have awarded him. And he arrives with my premiere ship in time to be worthy of being the other half of my pristine child's soul." The 5th Spirit proved he was indeed listening in on Ryder and Maren's conversation earlier, though the Harmony Elementals showed little other notice of the twin Northuldrans prior.

"My sister and I will ensure that foreign prince is worthy, your Majesty—ergh…honored 5th Spirit…umm, North Winter King…Sir…? That is…should you beneficently allow us two to accompany these specially chosen tree sapling wedding presents to Arendelle." Using all the lofty word learned from that etiquette manual Kristoff let him borrow on this revered new 5th Spirit and formidable Ice King monarch, Ryder takes this previously struck silent awed opportunity to finally speak up.

The shy young man had gotten over his fear of traveling to the outside world. At least enough for him to want to appease his twin sister's aspiration to be present and make sure her good friend would indeed be happy with that Prince Hans.

"Each mile you traverse these trees will grow right, the fruit of their wedded union to be our delight." 6th Spirit Iduna answers the boy's question for her mate. Then she brushes a slender, artistic hand that rustles nature's blessings over the selected saplings from Jordskevelvet's generous earth, planting vigor into their Saami depicted pots on the sleigh behind the jaw-dropped twins who watch in starstruck wonder.

"Nature's fertile beauty will be in full bloom, at the blessed wedding march of the bride and groom." As she continues her sweet soprano sonnet, Iduna's long draping chiffon leaf sleeves seemed to energize the just coming out of their dormancy, small sprigs to grow greener, fluffier and at least a foot taller apiece. The saplings definitely were more robust and fertile than they were just moments ago, with an inner radiance within them that reflected her indefinable harmony with nature.

"Bride and groom…" The Ice King, though an immortal spirit now, still retained enough of his paternal humanity to not withhold one final quiet bristle at the alliterative analogy Iduna made to their daughter's wedding and arboreal fertility. Parts of him going translucent white, Agnarr was manfully stifling from hyperventilating again at the psychically shared mental imagery of the inevitable conjugal event with that young Dane. Hans Westergaard had defied all odds to subsequently win the Ice Queen's heart while still have the audacity to continually gain his Admiral's good opinion.

Not to mention second-in-command leadership of my beloved Sjoforsvaret navy…

"With amazing grace for a lifetime of love, may Jesus bless our daughter and new son from Above." In ballad verse and minstrel rhyme, Iduna uses her sixth spirit sense yet again to calm her North Winter King with a gentle blow of Gale's zephyr and Nokk's faintly wet kiss to his cheek.

Agnarr manages to smile beneath his defrosted moustache as his wife takes his blue-tinged, chilled hand firmly in her warm, diaphanous, multi-hued ones. All the while, she had been sending Bruni's firelight to blaze the sky with a certain message to someone she intuitively knew would perceive it.

"Here you are, home at last, my will-o'-the-wisp. I wondered how long it would take you to convince that frigid hardhead Winter Ice King of yours to come dressed for the wedding of our dear girl." An older woman's scratchy voice enters the pre-dawn scene, a fiery red light eerily flickering at the figure moving towards them in the dull midnight sun at 4 AM.

"EEKK! EE-YAH!"

With Bruni on her shoulder, Yelana had so stealthily snuck up on the scene that Ryder and Maren give out a twin squeal, hugging each other on the front seat of the wagon.

"These all-powerful, blindingly glowing, half-solid 5th and 6th spirits did not startle you when they descended from the sky, and one little old lady just walking down the path freaks you out? I wonder of this next generation." The calm, composed, wise chief of the Northuldra chuckles with a wry smile at Ryder and Maren's funny reactions.

"Is there anything amiss with my appearance, dear mother Yelana?" Agnarr prided himself on the respect he showed for his kingdom by 'dressing' well, always striving to don his pressed Navy uniform with utmost decorum, even now in his magically ice translucent and pale frosted style.

"Hmph. They say you can take the vain spirit out of a man, but you can never fully take a vain man out of a spirit." The sage older woman comments under her breath to her adopted daughter in one of her famed maxims.

'My love, she means 'dressed' in your demeanor of forbearance, not in the true sense of how you may appear in a glance.' Iduna silently whispers on the wind in her spirit mate's mind, the Winter King nodding at his once exacerbating mother-in-law with a wisdom of understanding his human self was unable to display before.

"Now, come to the village for everyone to ogle you two, as special prize for their hard work in finishing preparations for our people's wedding gift. Oh, yes, I want you to speed up the transport of it to Arendelle, Agnarr. I'll make you your favorite soup, my Iduna. You must plump up a bit. Your leaves are looking thin." Acting normally like a mother would to any child come home for a visit after a long interim, Chief Yelana touches a tenderly loving hand to the new 6th spirit's slender arm draped in flora for a long-in-coming, walk through their forest together.

That is, after she bossily had ordered her son-in-law to get to work in readying the multiple trees selected in their painstakingly specialized Saami inscription decorated pots to be moved, like any proper in-law. Yelana chose to ignore the fact he was now a nearly invincible, supreme cryo-being who held the Northuldran honored title of 5th spirit of nature now as well.

"Yes, Mother." Wisdom telling him that kowtowing was the better part of valor where the wise old Saami leader was concerned, with a sigh, Agnarr swallows his big spirit ego. Then the 5th spirit utilizes all four of his Elemental wings to begin to go to work on encasing the freshly potted tree saplings in a secure bubble of perpetually rock stable, yet fire warmed by gentle wind and simultaneously kept water moist all the while, thin layer of verglas ice he masterfully created to serve as an airborne greenhouse of sorts.

"I hope neither of you suffer from bilious vertigo." The feeling darn brilliant King of the North Winter did not forget the young reindeer herder's offer to accompany the tree orchard gift to Arendelle. He swivels his head around to speak to a yet staggered Ryder, while levitating all the elements of nature required for his floating greenhouse theory.

"No, sir. We're tough reindeer shepherds." Ryder Nattura stifles a fearful gulp when his twin sister responds to the all-powerful Elemental civilly. That is, until the King of the Winter North takes a page from his predecessor's Rangifer book, and endows Pekka (masculine name meaning 'stone') and Tiina (feminine name meaning 'from the river'), the paired reindeer pulling the twins' wagon, with the ability to fly.

"Good. I have a certain fondness for another reindeer herder you may know, whom I proudly call my 'son.'" Agnarr, though his mind, body and soul had gone through far too many transmutations to count for a single man's existence, still retained all his dearest memories and familial connections. Plus, that ginger streak of himself, which kept a cute mischievousness about him unadulterated, remained.

"But please don't tell him that. He'll just get a big head." The Ice King whispers in cool puff breaths over the reindeer team he hitches to the swiftly constructed 'greenhouse,' elemental friends all gainfully busy within. Then Ryder and Hanimaren Nattura exchange a nod with their 5th spirit Ice King and take their first practice reindeer run up the steps of the thin air of the Enchanted Forest.

"Whee! Heehee! Watch out, big head friend Kristoff! We're gonna challenge you to some reindeer games soon! Whoa-oh! Yeah!" The laughingly liberated young man, whistling and crying out in joy, races beside his twin sister through the sunny, nearly Springtime sky for the first time. Seeing true trust and contentment in the Ice spirit's hazel eyes, observant Hanimaren was satisfied her friend Elsa was doing right.

So the reverent Saami girl would trust the incredible young woman who had been ordained to be the ruler of all the peoples of her nation to know her own heart. With a smile, Maren takes the helm from her wild brother of the flying wagon harnessed to the empty, 'Floating Spirit Greenhouse' which the 5th spirit had dutifully designed and supplied to be filled with the Northuldrans' enduring gift to commemorate Queen Elsa's wedding.

"You have quite an impious sense of humor, old woman, to send my pristine little girl and her groom-to-be this 'fruitful' implied gift of yours." The Ice King smirks at Yelana with a rub of his elementally energized hands. "But I suppose having an educated, urbane, upright naval officer for another 'son' might not be so bad an addition to our clan." Letting go of all the resentment, Agnarr Bernadotte himself was becoming a little more comfortable with the thought that Vise Admiral Hans Westergaard was soon to be called his 'son' as well.

"At least our elder daughter has excellent taste." His 5th spirit connection to nature not only expanded the metamorphasized man's wisdom, but also his sense of justice and fairness unequivocally, with just a tad of a snooty tease to Anna's low-class mountain man.

"She's just like you, Iduna." The cocky Winter King's icy chuckles ring throughout the season changing Enchanted Forest where Gale's frisky gusts giggle along, up towards the blazing bright sun of lighthearted Bruni's tittering amusement, down the countryside's on Jordskevelvet's roiling with hilarity hillsides, and over the salty sea where Nokk's haughty equine whinnies laugh in unison with the roaring tide that would now and forever be a part of him.


In the early wee hours the next morning in Arendelle, before dawn, Kristoff Bjorgman awakens in his cottage home bed with a terrible headache.

Unaware that the all-powerful 5th spirit of the elements was at that moment talking about him, the young mountain man's cranial pain could not be blamed on the sudden late winter rains nor cool weather which had billowed into Arendelle. Nor all the extra exertion the inclement change had brought for the hard-working Ice Harvester.

It surely was not attributed to his antsy aunt-in-law's increasing anxiety—hence his versatile 'handyman skills in exhaustion' status—over her elder niece's impending wedding ceremony. Queen Arianna's nitpicking presence seemed to increase tenfold since the Corona delegation arrived.

It couldn't be that Anna had kept her husband up practically all night, talking about her plans for the happy nuptials, Elsa's surprise delivery letter from that Hans, and the incredible wedding cake she and Rapunzel had made for the ceremony in just a few days time.

"Good morning, my big cuddly muscleman!" Anna's chipper voice chirps shrilly right into her husband's ear as the sun was just rising over the hills.

For once in her life, Princess Anna was unusually awake with the dawn, beating her industrious guy in getting up and out of bed.

"Ooh, Anna. Keep it down. My head is splitting." Kristoff grumbles, turning over as he pulls the pillow over his noggin with the mass of blonde locks his eager wife had playfully manhandled into his eyes.

"Aww, my poor Kristly. Here let me rub it all better." Going into her caring mommy mode, a lopsided Anna kneels back down on the bed and starts massaging her husband's creased forehead.

{"That's nice, Baby."} The Wind Whisperer speaks through their mind link, he letting his overworked body and overtired mind go for a few minutes.

"You okay, Kristly? I thought I was the one supposed to be having morning sickness! Maybe it transfers to your sweetie after a while. 'Cause I'm feeling great this early, early morning!" Now going in her full-fledged sixth month of pregnancy, Princess Anna had mostly gotten over her first few weeks of morning sickness by sheer force of will.

After all, she had her big sister's super wedding to scheme and plan and be a major part of. Go-getter Anna would not let a silly thing like a first pregnancy stop her from enjoying every single moment of Elsa's happy-ever-after occasion.

Even if it was with that Hans at her side.

I'm trusting you to make this thing all worthwhile, Red.

The one little itty-bitty hitch in the ginger Princess' joy for her beloved sibling was the identity of Elsa's groom.

Despite her bluster, Anna truly was a good Christian soldier, who believed in the Godly power of redemption and forgiveness with all her heart.

At least enough of it for Anna to come to grips with this once inconceivable marriage to allow Hans Westergaard into her family via her phenomenally wonderful sister Elsa.

"Careful, Feisty Pants! I want to keep my eyebrows on, please." Kristoff intuitively understood how his own bride could let her imagination wander off with her. And her surprisingly powerful fingers rough on his head were no exception.

So much so, Kristoff's neck was now reddened rather than gently massaged when Anna was distracted.

"Whoopsy! Sorry, Honeybunchkins. Just thinking about—" Anna states starts to apologize, but the Snow Prince didn't require any psi-reading to figure out what was on her mind.

Or more precisely, whom.

"—Hans. I get it. Your bad guy ex is about to marry your best friend sis. Just admit it, Anna, you and I both have recognized that deep down, the jerk has really come a long way in changing." Kristoff speaks in that logical, down-to-earth, soft tone which Anna could never argue with.

"I know you inside and out, little lady. You would not condemn a man forever. Not after you've seen and heard and witnessed all that he's risked his neck for you and your family and your country, to recompense for some dumb things he's done in the past. You like to tease, Baby, but you've got too much of a pure heart of gold in there to hold grudges for long." After a rub of his tortured noggin to set his forehead brows back on his head straight, Kristoff lays a big hand over Anna's heart where her full with child body was hovering over him on the bed.

"I do? Yeah, guess you're right about these things, Kristly. I'm too nice a girl to hold grudges against losers who truly are sorry. That Hans has done some really supremely dumb things before, but that's all been erased by him doing the smartest things anyone's ever done. Falling in love with Elsa and making her happy. That's what husbands are primarily for, right, Kristly?" Anna finally teasingly concedes, giving her hubby one last punch in the shoulder and ruffle of his blonde hair before she shoves his shirtless, beefy body back down to the bed that he was starting to sit up from.

"Anything else?" The blond young man had the feeling his none too fragile bride was itching for some tender affection to start her day out on the right foot as she admits to him and herself the truth about Prince Hans.

"You can start with a kiss…" Anna indulges in the morning osculation with her ready to please young man trapped beneath her enlarged belly on their shared bed.


Elsewhere in Arendelle on this early early morn…

Elsa closes her eyes tightly where she had been quietly lying on her light purple lilac canopied bed.

The Queen of Arendelle had been awake for hours, trying to imagine just how she would properly greet her returning fiancé when he steps onto the shores of her homeland again.

After that impressive scroll letter Hans wrote, asking for me blow my birthday bukkehorn to signal he is still wanted and welcomed to marry me on the first day of spring—which is March 20th—just a few short days away from now, how can I refuse to abide by his wishes?!

Elsa stirs from her bed, anxious about the simple, yet unusual task her lover requested of her, once all of Hans' romantic promises and pledges sank in.

The platinum blonde had been careful not to disturb a deep in frost sleep Olaf as she leans over to scan the sea port beyond her bedroom window for the hundredth time since before daybreak. Well, what was essentially the hour called 'daybreak.' Nowadays, since the upheaval of all nature in Ahtohallan several weeks ago, the sun had been practically continual in their Land of the Midnight Sun, even way down here in the already warming up south of their nation in Arendelle, just emerging from winter.

Sun or no sun, winter or spring weather—Elsa could not miss this—it was too important to Hans, and herself.

What if Hans' ship comes in to port early in the morning and I miss it?! After all those long hours of waiting and wondering, just to find silence to his simple romantic request, would he be so disappointed that he just gives up and leaves Arendelle port to sail away from me forever!?

"No, Elsa. That's impossible. You're just being irrationally silly now. Remember the first verse of our pledge? 'Love is patient.' My Hans wrote how he would wait for me, so I mustn't harbor cause for worry if I miss him. I know he'll always return." Elsa's blue eyes snap open as she recalls her dashing lover's special words depicting their love in '1 Corinthians' forever frozen in time full bloom.

Elsa chides herself as she evocatively remembers how her Danish prince first proposed to her in that beautiful garden, and gifted her the eternal frost blossom that was seated on her dresser table now, to commemorate the momentous event.

Next to that, Elsa's trembling eyes land upon the Sicilian cameo of ivory that her thoughtful Hans had inscribed to her of his carved image with a lock of red hair affixed to it so romantically during his passage from India.

Hans was there for me when I needed him the most. And now, these reassurances of his love in the scroll couldn't have come a moment too soon.

"My Hans would never desert me. He loves me just as much as I love him." Elsa confidently says definitively to her reflection in the mirror as she loosens her braid and brushes her wavy long locks of platinum hair to calm her frayed senses.

Then Elsa of Arendelle stares meaningfully at her snowflake engagement ring shimmering on her elegant finger. She traces the gold gilt scroll that her magical ice had unfolded to be read and reread again all though the night. There, the treasured parchment had been preserved in the Ice Queen's mystical ice glass dome beside her bedside vanity mirror.

The precious document deserved to be displayed and cherished as Elsa kinetically lifts the ice dome covering the prized parchment so exquisitely delivered, full of Biblical wisdom and deep heart revelations.

"'The Lord's Declarations of Love.'" Elsa breathlessly whispers the title of the heartfelt epistle in hushed awe. "'Love is patient…I, Hans Westergaard…pledge to exhibit the compassion of Christ in every moment of our marriage...'Love is kind'…'Love does not envy'…my muse, good and true…'Love does not boast'… my vast love for you and to God who gave you to me…'Love is not proud'…henceforth to be a man of honor…for you, my better half…'Love does not dishonor others'…'not self-seeking… eternally place you and your needs and desires first and foremost before mine…'Love is not easily angered'…'Love keeps no record of past wrongs.'" Elsa pauses with a divine smile in her recitation upon reading that merciful phrase of God's perfect love for all of fallen mankind—herself included—before she continues on Hans' touching missive.

"…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'…'Love always protects'… without thought of self to keep you, my precious treasure, safe and secure…'Love always trusts'…'Love always hopes'… dazzling future hand in hand and heart in heart…'Love always perseveres'… I will stand stalwart at your side, with strength, courage and dignity…'Love never ends'—With fidelity eternal…devote to you for all time and into the promise of Heaven beyond…Prince Hans of the Southern Isles will love you, Queen Elsa of Arendelle, until the end of time…Jeg elsker deg, min ædle, Elise.'"

Wiping her eyes, Elsa quietly finishes reading aloud Hans' declaration of true love one more time, as if to convince herself that it was still real, that there was truly someone who loved her so very much, as tears form in her voluminous blue orbs once again. Do I even deserve such happiness, after everyone has given up so much to have gotten me here…

Knock knock knock.

"Can't sleep, Elsa, min alskare? Pre-docking jitters, I well daresay." Singing in a soft, melodious voice, Queen Iduna peeks her loosely long-haired head in after a light knock on Elsa's bedroom door.

The platinum blonde was still wearing her royal purple nightgown, obviously too preoccupied reading the impressive looking gold-gilt parchment her fiancé had sent home ahead of his return to Arendelle, that she had not heard her mother's knock.

"Mama?!" Elsa suddenly realized that Queen Iduna was not really supposed to be here in her room in Arendelle castle at all, never mind be in human form, anywhere beyond their Ahtohallan new realm of Harmony. "How are you here—?! When did you arrive?! Is everything all right?! Did Papa…?!"

"Min spadbarns, in you God did not create a spirit of fear. Papa heard your call and traveled via swift winds to be here." In her sing-songy rhyming, the 6th spirit alights onto the side of Elsa's bed with a bell-like pat to it, signaling her child to lie down beneath the covers of the elementally glowing symbolic, Northuldran knit shawl a shimmering Iduna wraps around Elsa's trembling bare shoulders.

"Papa really heard my question? Thank you, Lord." Elsa gives a silent prayer of gratitude for yet another amazing gift from the Almighty to their family's deep connection. "I must speak to him of something very important…Thank you both so much for coming home, Mama! I needed someone to talk to tonight." Elsa sincerely appreciated her mother's presence close at this critical time in her young life, when all her hopes and dreams were on the cusp of emotional fruition. Iduna—new spirit of nature or no—would have traversed water, wind, earth and fire to be here for her daughter now, after all those uncertain years wasted apart.

"That is perhaps the most beautifully written declaration of love I have ever heard of a man smitten." Iduna's attention was inherently drawn to the scroll levitating by icy magic on her daughter's vanity nightstand, the tips of the gifted woman's breezy hair aglow as she brushes a pleased hand over the treasured letter.

"Yes, I think so as well, Mama. Even though every day has been full and busy here since I've returned to Arendelle, I've missed Hans so terribly these last few weeks especially. He's so intelligent and capable and thoughtful, I feel so very…lucky to have him. I can't quite put words together to explain it." Elsa was not as startled by Queen Iduna's sudden appearance and warm hand on her shoulder as she once may have been. Elsa, as the former 5th spirit, recognized all the gifts that came with the demanding job to care for the Elements of nature, as the Ice Queen opens her heart to her mother as if no metamorphosis change had occurred to both her tremendous parents.

And it was all on her behalf, so she could be free to live and love in a normal life such as this.

"That's because there aren't really sufficient words for such a love so great. All I know is the Prince of the Southern Isles is a man so very fortunate. The treasure of you in return, my girl, is worth more than all the gems and gold of the world. And don't let your handsome naval man ever forget it on his lips. I never let mine, lest his handsome head gets too big to fit on the wheelhouse of his ships." The pair of women who had a similar appearance and facial structure gaze at one another in the mirror, one pale blonde with a sparkling brilliance, fair of youth's face, the other a wispy, aurora radiance silhouetted, petite brunette, who was experienced with a wise, ethereal grace.

The early morning starlight was illuminated behind them as Iduna and Elsa share a smile as both glow with love when they consider their much similar—though the men may not appreciate hearing it, in varied degrees—chosen sailor men.

"With all that has been going on, I didn't realize how much I would miss him! How much I fear something may happen to him at sea. I feel like the other half of me is missing! And we've only been a few weeks apart and not even yet married…" Elsa folds her hands together and fidgets her fingers as was her nervous habit when she divulges her innermost fear of the sea swallowing up another person she loved. Her shawl's water rhombus blue shapes react in Nokk's radiant waves of sympathy.

"Did you ever feel this way when Papa's ship was coming home after a long journey before you were married? How did you ever learn to cope with it, even afterwards?" Elsa finally found a moment to ask her mother on what it would be like to be a maritime sailor's wife.

"Well, that is because without him…" With a gentle pat back to the mattress for her child to sit among her sleeves' gossamer willow branches and her skirt's blossoming maple leaves, Iduna takes the hairbrush and starts to stroke Elsa's long platinum hair.

Elsa instinctively crawls back under her covers, smiling sleepily as she makes herself comfortable against her pillow that Iduna fluffs.

She tucks her elder daughter back into the bed like she did a long, long time ago when her first girl loved listening to her melodic Mama sing her a calming lullaby as she synchronously straightened her child's silky pale tresses.

"…I did not cope with loneliness. Listen well." The 6th spirit surprised Elsa with the frank answer in rhythmic haiku, causing the younger Queen to swivel around her confused head.

"Huh?" Elsa blinks up at her secretively smiling mother nature in curiosity.

"I never did learn how to say 'goodbye.' Not without ripping open a big empty hole in my heart every time." The softly songful older woman explains with a little reminiscent grin. "Each and every moment your father was away was as painful as the first time he left me standing on the lonely dockside that day. I, like an immature tree, was just a newly affianced teenager of seventeen, far removed from my misted home and missed family, in this strange unknown land beyond the Forest green." The Queen moves her ethereally shining head around to meet her more adult than that tender age physically, but emotionally sheltered daughter's inquisitive gaze.

"But instead of filling that gap with fear and loneliness and self-pity, I begged God to give me His answer in daybreak ditty. One quiet morning spent in prayer showed me that my heart was too full with love's song, for my destined mate to ever let the fear of losing him in for very long. And that stabilizing thought, along with the certainty that his love was unshakable too, no matter where he was on his ship, made me a strong part of his crew. Just as your great love in here for your Navy Prince friend, will assure you that he will come home to you again." The sing-song Queen of the Realm of Melodic Harmony presses her prismatic hand to Elsa's heart that was by now sedately beating in her chest, wrapped in her Mama's special shawl.

"And then our Heavenly Father set it all out—with a little, ahem, nudging assistance to your earthly one, no doubt—when He supplemented whatever small hole remained in my heart, by giving me you to fill my lonely nights and days, my precious star. Learning to take care of my new baby alone on my own, loving you, teaching you to walk and talk and sing and dance and play, filled in the empty hours without my Agnarr home. Consequently, Anna completed our family puzzle with so much of her effervescent light, becoming the other half of you, as a sister and best friend, just right. So much joy and music filled inside our door, there was no time for me to be sorrowful or lonely anymore. You will see, soon enough yourself, my girl–despite the lonesome nights, that you will forever be counting down—how rewarding it is to be the wife of a heroic naval officer unfurls. Particularly on the morning his ship comes home. I believe there is no feeling quite like it." Iduna expresses her emotions quite movingly in maternal sonnet, just in time to finish styling Elsa's now radiantly glowing aurora borealis decorated hair.

"Your Majesty! What a prize you will be for your handsome man when his vessel sails in, and he sees you waiting at the end of the pier just for him!" Passed down royal Queen Iduna took pleasure in placing the delicate Arendelle monarch's tiara atop Elsa's perfectly coiffed hair she had personally done up in a lovely lustrous bun.

"You were allowed to wait for Papa on the dock?" A blushing Elsa asks, her regal training of Royal etiquette and decorum screaming otherwise for any dignified Queen.

"Ha! Wild Nokk could not keep me from racing down to the harbor planks, at top speed in my nightgown and bare feet to reunite with my Admiral of highest rank! Not even the overweight horse of a stuffy guy, such as our Royal Advisor friend named 'Kai.'" Mother and daughter share a giggle at the thought of their ever faithful, yet dreadfully stuck up friend and portly servant trying to withhold either young gazelle of a Queen back from racing to their lover's arms as soon as the sailor arrived early in the morning.

"I didn't think I'd ever call Minister Kai a 'horse', Mama!" By now, no longer stressed Elsa had let go of every single iota of her nighttime nervous jitters, now replaced by her amicable mother's sunshiny compassion and wry sense of humor to get Elsa in a less edgy mood.

"You're right, dear min flicka of mine. He might seem of something more bovine than equine." Iduna's spirit was laughing so hard at poor Kai's expense that sparkling jewelled tears were running down her mystically lucent, pale rosy cheeks. She had to steady herself on Elsa's equally pale shoulders which were also shivering with unhalted chuckles. Both women were feeling rather flushed and warm in the Springtime mirth little Bruni brought from where the mischievous salamander had been stowaway amid unaware in Iduna's leafy sleeves and couldn't help but participate in tickling giggles.

"I can't wait to see the look on his face where he's on board the Gler while I'm blowing my Bukkehorn from the lighthouse tower for him like he asked. And then he'll watch me, aghast hand to mouth, race down to the dock as fast as possible to welcome my Vise Admiral home!" Elsa chuckles with her cool knuckles covering her mouth in order to halt the noisy giggles on this early, early morn, she not finding her powerful mother unapproachable whatsoever.

"Poor man will probably faint, and need to be propped up by his wifely saint!" Iduna squeezes Elsa's prim hands, totally undaunted by the cold anymore, for she was now 'Mother Nature,' who harnessed all the seasons to her will.

For the 6th spirit was certain her daughter, too, was in full control of her own life and her own destiny the Arendelle Queen would now be forever free to explore. But when her father, by God's amazing Grace, had heard their anxious child's entreaty, he immediately responded. The two monarchs of Melodic Harmony essentially 'packed up' the Elementals to be closely monitored in these last few imperative days prior to Spring, when they would all attend the momentous wedding of their beloved Ice Queen child.

"Thank you for making the long trip to come be here for me, Mama. You truly are wonderful, in every sense of the word. I've been so nervous all night if I could live up to playing that old horn, when all I'll want to do is run to my Hans and tell him so many things in store for us. But now, I'm completely relaxed, knowing you would've done the same thing for Papa." Elsa proudly announces, wiping the happy tears from her eyes as she and her phenomenal mother kiss and embrace as they should have done long ago.

"Yes, it was your Papa who had told you to: 'Just call my name when you need a boost. I'll find a way to come back to you.' He's a man of his word truest." Iduna recalls with pride how her now fully Elemental husband had defied the separation between human and spirit to make the caring assurance to both of their young daughters when the family parted in the Realm of Melodic Harmony weeks ago. And not a one of the three of them doubted that their marvelous, determined and clever daddy could move time and space to do so, and 'find a way to come back,' if anyone could.

"'I so love you, I really do!" Picking up on her mother's metronome-like lyrical rhythm by now, Elsa declares simultaneously with Iduna, the dual 5th and 6th spirits reveling again in the warm mother-daughter relationship moment both had longed for which Elsa's hard-fought adjustment to her ice during puberty had not permitted for many lost years.

"I'm glad to see both my fine ladies appreciative of one another's warmth and laughter. May a wayward Spirit join in the rhyming merriment hereafter? Or are blokes not permitted to crack jokes—oh balderdash! My poetic license leaves much lacking! You are far superior at it—and nearly everything else—than I, my iridescent Songbird." The Winter King's frosty appearance was more than made obvious by the drop in temperature which caused the windowpanes to fog up with condensation, due to the apposite heat and cold exchange suddenly overwhelming the room.

"Papa!" The platinum blonde young woman sings her father's entrance with a genuine smile on her sincerely pleased, dark mauve lips.

"You called upon my services, Your Majesty?" With that certain glint in his hazel eyes and a smiling wink beneath his starkly platinum white slicked back hair, save for that one ginger strand, the new 5th spirit, formerly King Agnarr of Arendelle, peers up into Elsa's bedroom balcony window with a mischievous air about his ethereal icy presence.

"You came!" Elsa felt tears bite behind her pleased eyes, knowing her guardians were ever near, even when they were so physically distant. Flowing in on an easy ice slide, her paternal parent draws nearer to entering the castle that he once ruled. But he was now just a visitor of Arendelle Kingdom, after magnanimously passing down the kingdom to his eldest child.

"I pledged I would, my liege." Donning his icy styled naval uniform and sweeping pale blue white cape, Agnarr kneels at his daughter's feet on two perfectly agile, spirit-lifted legs, intricately forged of flowing ice. His eyes deferentially bow, hand over heart as in feudal days of old to the new monarch of this Scandinavian land.

"Papa, please don't do that. You and I are equals." Motioning for him to stand tall beside her, Elsa didn't wish her revered father to bow to her, she only ever longed for his love and approval.

"But I must. For I am no longer King of this country I once only knew. You are Arendelle's sole sovereign now, my Queen, and I, as a foreign entity, must respectfully recognize your individual power." The 5th spirit acknowledged Elsa's role as crowned head of state of the country he was once raised up to lead and cherish.

"Speaking of that…uh…Papa…umm…the reason I called upon you—beside the fact I was praying both of you could physically attend my wedding, a secret dream of mine for as long as I could remember—is the…ergh…question of an essential part of my role as absolute leader of Norway…" Emboldened, Elsa believed this might be the opening in their conversation for her. But upon second thought, caught up in her father's inquisitively cool gaze, she starts thinking otherwise, twiddling her cryokinetic thumbs nervously…

"Of course, now you alone must exert every function and responsibility of being Arendelle's unlimited ruler categorically as you see fit—" The King of the North Winter recalled the necessity of a single just ruler's jurisdiction versus anarchy to maintain a society with dignity, and he was considering that his heir must merely be referring to some simple societal issue she desired to enforce and wanted his honed advice upon.

"…so I can rightfully appoint my new husband, Prince Hans Westergaard, as full Admiral of the Sjoforsvaret. But subsequently, in so doing, I will share with him not only my complete heart, but the Crown and rule of our mutual country also, with him holding the designation of officially being Arendelle's new King."

There, she said it.

Elsa glances up from beneath her long, purple mascara-laden eyelashes sheepishly biting her lower lip, at the inscrutable look crossing her father's stunned face.

But when his pale blond moustache begins to twitch and slowly turn frosted at the preposterously proposed idea, Elsa begins to panic, glancing at the other spirit in the room for help.

Although, it was 'Mother Nature' who would need some quick aid first.

"Oh, my! I suppose dear Bruni does count as a 'bloke' of a sort, because he's making me hot under my collar or skirrttt! Eek!" It seemed that even omnipotent 6th spirits could be shocked, as Iduna shows a touch of her old humanity when the frightened Fire Elemental—who had been hiding in her draping skirt 'leave-age' all this while—crawls higher up her leg than she expected, just at this touchy moment.

"Down, boy! Bad, Bruni! That's my territory…" Thankfully pulled back from that tense, frozen black hole he was being incrementally sucked into, the irked 5th spirit instead chides his fellow Elemental spirit with a splash of verglas frost to punishingly chill down the red hot salamander slinking up his wife's skirt. The Ice King goes down on his knees again to rustle his mate's leaves and personally remove the guilty-faced, pesky fire reptilian with his cryokinetics from molesting her further.

"Oh, my poor, sweet, little lizzy. Did Papa freeze your waddle dizzy?" The spirit of Melody sympathizes with her tiny tormentor, petting Bruni's purring head from the paralyzing ice cube his nemesis ice spirit had persistently encased around him and had noncommittally laid the dispirited salamander on the nightstand.

"Was that necessary, my Agnarr? You can catch more flies with something warm." Iduna scolds the harsh treatment of the smaller, lesser magical being under their command as, with a simple blow from her lips, his ice binds around poor Bruni melts away. However, the ends of her hair were lighting up in the hues of the aurora borealis at Agnarr's every cool touch that told him she was not entirely vexed with his display of petty jealousy.

"I would say yes, Iduna. You spoil those Elementals with your good nature. But proper parenting requires a firm hand." The stuffy human turned supernatural had not gained much by way of humility. But that's what made him so adorable in her besotted eyes.

"Oh really, yes? Well, father knows best." Exchanging a disarming glance with a less tense, nerve relaxing Elsa, Iduna smirks, then takes a deep breath of the stabilizing breeze she was friends with coming through the balcony's open door, to gather her decorum again.

"Now, be good boys and show you're friends. Prove you are the bigger man who's first to make amends." With a breathy nudge to her tall mate, Iduna proved she could still wrap her partner around her finger, even in their new roles as ethereal beings. She picks up a grumpy Bruni and tickles his chin until the peeved salamander extended his burning little hand out to the frosty Ice King's.

"Truce." A humbled Agnarr agrees with a sensitive shake to Bruni's little claw, remembering the advice given earlier by his wife and Yelana concerning the word 'amends' and the person of thirteenth–in-line Prince Hans of the Southern Isles who was about to be the luckiest man alive.

Please endow your humble servant generosity of spirit, dear Lord, and the wisdom to be better than the sum of his parts, to walk more in Your righteous footsteps and be a good father in recompense for all the goodness and forgiveness granted me…

Agnarr's suddenly no longer resentful, hazel eyes lock with Elsa's open-ended quizzical ones.

"And…all the Elements of nature will be very pleased to attend your wedding, Queen Elsa, to the future Admiral of the Sjoforsvaret…and…King…of Arendelle." The 5th spirit rises above his past, as he had pledged he would, to give his blessings to both events he'd once do anything to prevent. "Come, Bruni, let us go down and find our compatriot Jordskevelvet, 'erefore he blunders into trouble as we retired 'blokes' of the Sjoforsvaret." The King of the Winter North concedes to his wife and daughter, with a bowed head to the Lord Above who gave him them both, before he gently offers the Fire spirit his ice epaulette shoulder as a ride down.

"Well said, my love, but you know him. I'm proud of you and your heart's poem." Iduna whispers a kiss on her husband's pale cheek which lights up in every color of the rainbow at her radiant love and joy for prayers answered in his concession of the Admiralty to his Vice Admiral.

"Thank you, Papa. I am so happy to have you walk me down the aisle. I love you." After clapping her hands together with jubilation, Elsa bestows a gratified kiss on her father's chilly cheek. She was so glad of who she was to be able to hold this good man's hand, as few others ever could as she squeezes his large palm tight in her delicate ones.

"I love you, and am so proud you are so representing our nation as ruler now so well, my Snow Angel. And I am pleased you will have a decent Admiral and, Lord-willing, worthy king, close at your side to always support your reign." As he gives his little girl his blessings, Agnarr answers as he leaves with Bruni on his shoulder, a soft snow dusting of a kiss left to rest on her similarly cool nose, just like when she was young.

Elsa smiles through tears as she waves her first hero farewell for now, her call to him answered on so many levels, their bond all the deeper and forever strong.

"Good! Good! Soon, we'll see you blow away—figuratively speaking, this time—your lover with a musical 'welcome home' horn sublime!" Queen Iduna teases of the large Scandinavian wind instrument Elsa was planning on tooting at her naval man's odd request. "Just remember all the while how your Mama is so proud of you being bold and beautiful, without fear, as the good Lord created you to conquer that ancient horn to beckon your new King and Admiral home to you, my dear." The spiritual Northuldran woman rubs the titles in a bit with a proud glance down to her surprising mate, who salutes her back from the midair slide he had created.

Then she pets her thrilled daughter's alabaster brow with bolstering affection, the two spirits truly understanding and commiserating with one another now more than ever.

"For now, why don't you dazzle me with your latest, most sensational gown design, to tantalizingly greet your seafaring fellow's hungry eyes." The older Queen dazzlingly attired in the colors of the season about to spring forth, took pride and joy in encouraging and watching her once reserved, withdrawn child to unleash her inner artistic side of flair for the fashionably dramatic.

Elsa takes a deep breath and grins as she obeys her mother and conjures the most fetching and flamboyantly daring, purple creation that she had been planning in her peripheral imagination for Hans' return.

From one glance, Iduna knew it would garner each and every young man's appreciative gaze with this off the shoulder, transparently risqué in just the right places, attractive ice purple designer creation.

Every seaman's eye would be longing to come home to a girl like her.

Especially one desired pair of Danish green orbs.

All aglow in the Northern Lights' illumination, Iduna laces Elsa's delicate fingers with hers to proudly brush over her Prince's handsome cameo. And then, she paints the aurora's colors of nature upon Hans' finely scripted, fifteen Biblically inspired points of love where he pledged his everything to the younger Queen of Arendelle.

Not bad for a girl who once believed herself too cold and frigid by nature, full of icy storms of flurried confusion. A young woman destined for a kingdom of isolation, to ever be loved and truly love in return in a happy marriage like that cherished parchment declared.

Dear Lord, please grant our child courage if this is the day, to show her young man all the love inside so true hearts find a way. May she, as I have been so bountifully blessed, hold to his devotion through every strong wind to find rest…


Jeg elsker deg - 'I love you' in Danish

min ædle - my darling in Danish

"Rock of Ages' - Hymn written by Augustus Toplady, 1763


Greetings Frozen Again friends! ;)

This chapter's poignant theme and title message was inspired by my very own beloved father's tender promise of enduring love, forever strong through our eternal bond.

My always eloquent hero, with original sayings all his own, spoke a phrase to me out of the blue one day as we sat together looking out the glass door window at the beautiful property he created for us, a wondrous world full of roses and paver ribbons and fruit trees beyond his brilliantly designed golden grotto fountain, gate and monolith.

"I don't know how yet….but I'll find a way to come to you."

My darling Buddy announced to me that fateful day, he knowing his time was quickening to go Home to be with Jesus. And though I desperately hugged his neck and held his big warm hands tight, begging him not to go, I'm grateful to God for giving me a Daddy who loved me so much to promise his eternal devotion to be with me when I need him always, even beyond the skies..

Just as my story said it in this chapter particularly, I dedicate this entire book of 'Love Never Ends' to 'the most marvelous, determined and clever daddy who could move time and space to do so, and 'find a way to come back,' if anyone could.

And you have, my Honey, come back to me in so many small ways: roses and hawks, buddy-flies and cardinals and a very special little white kitten who blew in from Heaven on the winds. Thank you for your love and that closeness and promise to be together through all the days of our lives and those unending ones in the glorious Hereafter. Until we meet again, Daddy, in the blink of an eye when Jesus takes us all Home in Victory.

For our precious days together and our cherished love will never ever end, Daddy.

Love, Your 'Baby' (who's 'always scribbling in her hieroglyphics' again ;)

Love you forever, Buddy! 'See ya tomorrow!' '


PS. Thanks for reading! I'd love to hear your reviews of this 2nd episode of the Ice Queen's Fairytale Wedding 4-part Event!

Whoa! Soon to be "King Hans of Arendelle" has got to be the luckiest man on earth!

New 5th Spirit/ Winter King Agnarr truly has been changed to be a new spirit to have agreed to Elsa's secret wish! Good for Mother Nature and little Bruni to cool him down at just the right moment! ^0^

God bless you all as we countdown to Valentine's Day to celebrate this joyous, momentous, propitious special Act together, where Hans and Elsa's Fairytale true 'love never ends', like the Good Book says! ;

Your friend,

HarukaKou

PPS. Did you catch Anna's name for her unborn child? Joseph has always been my favorite Biblical hero (besides Jesus, of course! No one can compare to our Lord!) and when I saw the wonderful fanart by frozenmusings on tumblr with Anna & Kristoff's children, 'Joseff and Heidi' (another literary name a bit close to my heart Heh heh heh), they were forever emblazoned on my soul as the names of Kristanna's child(ren;)! Thanks for the wonderful art and inspiration, Nadia-sama!