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"Frozen Again: 'Love Never Ends"

Act X

'An Ice Queen Fairytale Wedding'

Part 3

Chapter 35

"Here Comes the Groom"

As the morning of March 18, 1842 daybreaks a bit cloudy at 8:30 AM in Arendelle, Norway, Princess Anna—never known to be a morning person, even after a rousing full body massage from her snuggly bear Kristly—had been searching all over the castle for her missing big sister.

"Stop light, slow down, little flutterbudget!" Just as he had always wished to have been able to play 'traffic cop' during his own lost—but now praise God, found—little girl's missed boisterous youth, King Friedrich calls out the speed warning after he was nearly trampled in the hallway where he had emerged while reading the morning newspaper.

"Good morning, Uncle Fred!" The six month pregnant princess, yet already vivacious at 8 o'clock in the morning, pauses to catch her spent breath. She looks up to her tall, salt and pepper haired relative with the same query she'd been pestering everyone in the palace about.

"Have you seen Elsa around?" Breathless Anna pauses in front of the library door in the hallway where she had been racing to and fro since she had awakened. With determined stamina which even her first pregnancy couldn't hold back, the feisty gal had been sprinting along the upstairs halls, peeking into each dining hall doorway, and spinning down the vaulted stair banisters at full throttle, urgently searching through each and every room.

Her disturbed senses had told her that something cool was up—literally 'cool.' And that cold drop emanating from Elsa's room caused a tad bit of anxiety to creep up her little sister's spine, particularly since the weather had been so uncommonly warm and fine up to this point.

"No. Not yet this morning. But I'm afraid I overslept, after a touch of insomnia last night. Perhaps our Elsa also decided to stay in and contemplate her future life with Prince Hans and her imminent wedding to the young man." The King of Corona says with a thought-provoked rub of his signature beard as he stifles a yawn.

Colorful visitors from around the globe, who had shown up at all hours to attend the wedding scheduled in just a few short days, had been noisily carousing in the billiards room since last night. King Friedrich, though a man of his age and health preferred turning in at a decent hour, had offered to assist General Mattias in keeping some semblance of order amidst a virtual sea of royal dignitaries and diplomats who wished to attend the Queen of Norway's preeminent ceremony. Trouble was, none of them left their egos checked at the front castle gate.

All said and done, it became some free for all, male smokers' club. But, as these sweet young girls' uncle, I believe I did my duty in corralling those young princes.

Though my own girl Rapunzel's husband, Eugene, and that silly snowman certainly didn't help last night…

Friedrich rubs his greyed temples at the recollection of Olaf loudly instructing behind his not so obscured branchy hand for 'Cousin Eugene' to 'gamble even higher' in the gentleman's card game. The innocent snow creature had learned all about a 'winning hand' from Cousin Didrik on his recent cruise, and was advising, now that he discovered the other players 'could not tell' Eugene's 'poker face from his infamous smolder,' due to 'their ineptness'— a new favorite word Olaf had obviously picked up from the slippery sixth-in-line Danish Prince.

That went over well. I sincerely hope that some of our nations' ties may not be permanently severed…

"But don't you think that—in your tender condition, little Anna—you should be a little more sedate? For our grandnephew's sake, at least? Hmm, young lady?" King Friedrich puts on his best authoritative mode that no one questioned when in his country. With the exception perhaps of his own Rapunzel, who had bucked the midwife and his advice for 'confinement' during her recent time of her first pregnancy. Though the stoic man would not admit it, his often running barefoot child generally walked all over him, as he considered this with a churlish smile down at the peppery Scandinavian girl. The older man had heard tales that Agnarr and Iduna's younger daughter had a zest for life which was indefatigable, ever since Anna was a small child, and her uncle was in full view of it now.

But her more mature status as wife, and stint as temporary queen, not to mention the obvious late stage of pregnancy should have put some halts on that erratic behavior, even for this feisty little Gingersnap.

"Oh, Joseph likes a good bounce around! He thinks Mommy's rapid heartbeat makes fun music, like a Saami drum, Kristoff says." Anna, once again perplexed her old uncle with the inane response that the five-months going on six-months' infant still in her womb would have enough cognizance to converse with his psychically 'gifted' daddy.

"Does he now? I think I may have to have the same chat with your 'Snow Prince' that I had with Eugene on parental responsibility, never mind his proper role as levelheaded protector and husband." The unsettled King of Prussia murmurs under his bearded breath. He watches perspicacious Anna duck upstairs towards her sister Queen Elsa's room for the umpteenth time.

"Whoa-oh!"

But on her last bend around the hallway, Anna nearly crashes into her cousin's friend, Varian, on the stairs intersection where the young inventor was caught trying his best to decipher the questionable mime named Ulf, who had crept down from the attic. Queen Arianna had found some spare theatrical space up there for the Snuggly Duckling boys' unexpected stay over in the Arendelle Castle.

"Oh! Maybe she's in Rapunzel's room! Looking very Ulf-y today, Ulf! Hello, Varian!" Lively Princess Anna salutes the pale face mime with some pantomiming of her own as she spins around the skinny and lanky teen down the spiraling staircase in quite a merry waltz until the the poor boy—and his pet raccoon squirreled in his blacksmith apron—were both left rather dizzy.

"Did anyone catch the license of that speeding pixie?" Varian Gutenberg's droll, squeaky voice was as woozy as his just shaken up stance, with coon tail wrapped Rudiger's eyes still swirling beneath his own 'thief-y' mask.

The white faced pantomime mimics Varian's bewildered, wobbly condition as he makes his hand over hand way down the steps to join the pair.

"And I thought I was the only one who put away one too many at breakfast." The dirty little man named 'Shorty' comments in his drunken drawl as he saunters through Arendelle Castle's once solitary and staid, uninhabited hallways in search of his next drink.

"But I have to make sure it's perpendicular from my vantage point way up there, the reindeer told me." Shorty's inscrutable language as he smacks his lips together juicily, left Friedrich, who had witnessed the whole mad scene from the downstairs library door, shaking his aching head.

"Cousin Rapunzel! Is Elsa in there—? Whoa. Is that what men wear underneath in Corona? Way different from up here in the North! Looks chilly! Brr! Did not need to see that. Sorry Cousin!" Spontaneously uncouth Anna obviously had walked in on the rear view of her married cousin-in-law, Prince Consort Eugene, in some compromising state of undress.

"No problem, Anna. He's not a shy model!" Yawning with a lazy wave from where she was lying on the guest bed and being accustomed to the view, sculpturally speaking, Rapunzel had wanted to sleep in after the Princesses' late night cake surprise gig. However, the erstwhile young father had opted to begin getting dressed to take the opportunity to get out of the crowded room.

Not to mention Anxelin and Ruby, who were little twin angels snoozing all the while, despite fairy godfathers, Lance and Job's antics and fine singing to 'entertain the wee ones,' while their little mama rested a spell.

"Guess I'll try outside in the courtyard! If any of you see Elsa, tell her I'm looking outside!" The braided young female happily sings. She was enjoying this game of hide and seek way too much to allow her queasy stomach feeling to win out on this pivotal morning for her sister.

That Hans is coming today…I can feel it in my bones!

And if I can…I bet Mama and Papa can, too…Anna had already been visited by her mother in a Spirit induced dream, informing in playful, rhyming lullaby to her younger girl that she and Papa had escorted the Northuldran delegation—namely Chief Yelana, Ryder and Hanimaren. to arrive in Arendelle early, at daybreak, with a secret special delivery for the wedding.

'A constant present from 'Mother Nature' herself that will please the maid of honor, too.' Her father had mysteriously teased.

Oh, boy! Sounds like fun for me…I know Elsa was praying you would come to her ceremony, though we weren't really sure if you could…But you guys can do amazing things!

And if you thought Papa was intimidating before…I hope you've got your seat buckled for what he's like now, Westergaard…You're in for it now, buster, so watch your step, twinkle toes…heheheh…


"How are you feeling on this fine, yet cloudy Winter morning, Friedrich?" King Agnarr's voice comes out of thin air when King Friedrich had taken a stroll outside the castle's rear exit to the courtyard to get a breath of fresh air.

"I would, dare say, it's more like a spring day, than winter, with the sun almost about to kiss your beautiful land, brother-in-law—Ohh, good gracious!" Friedrich was responding to his in-law concerning the weather and the question of the changing season quite normally until the Germanic man turns his gaze upon his Scandinavian counterpart.

"You-you-y-y-you're entirely made of ice, Agnarr!?" The Corona monarch stutters over his words at the startling first encounter with the newly inducted 5th spirit who also wore the snowy cape frozen title of 'North Winter Ice King.' Agnarr had chosen this moment to float down, in all his gleaming ice body glory, to King Friedrich from the outdoor 3rd story balustrade overlooking Arendelle courtyard on which he had been perched upon after seeing to the Northuldrans' special present's concealment out back.

"One cannot see the trees for the forest in the forest for the trees." Yelana had announced once the Ice King and the twins had settled the transported arbor and the flying reindeers in a secluded section of the tree line behind the castle. There, the Saami old woman insisted on setting up camp, she not permitting herself or any of her clan natives to enjoy the 'cushy life' in self-indulgence in such a comfortable charade of a castle compound.

After rolling his hazel eyes to the skies, Agnarr had left his sourpuss mother-in-law and the disappointed young reindeer herders amid the secreted trees to spend the rest of the morning gazing at the sun rise with fondness over his former abode.

But from the outside now.

"When I choose to be. However, I do find this form less threatening an appearance to the faint of heart." Agnarr seemed to mischievously revel in devolving before his brother-in-law's eyes from his see-through eyes, formidable looking, spiked shoulder and back armor, eerily translucent Ice King get-up, into his palest white skinned, platinum coiffed with a streak of ginger, blue ice naval uniform and silver cape donning humanoid form.

"That it is, sir. I have heard descriptive tales from your lovely daughters of yourself and your wife's phenomenal conversion in that incredible dream realm of yours in the mysterious north. It defies all logic." The older, calmer, more hefty ruler stands back to assess the svelte Norwegian's fantastic alteration, to which he could be highly commended for accepting his child's fate in her place.

But as the Bible states: 'There is no greater Love than to lay down one's life…'

"But as you and I can both attest, Friedrich, logic and reality hold no bars where magically gifted daughters hold sway. Or our need to protect them, as worthy fathers." The now on the ground at eye level Ice King gladly had taken on the weight of the spirit world for his precious daughter, and was beyond grateful to the Lord for his ability to achieve the impossible for her freedom.

The impossible just takes a little longer.

"Here, here." King Friedrich heartily agrees, reflecting on his own Rapunzel's extraordinary journey from the day she was born, knowing he would give up the entirety of his kingdom for her happiness, too. This, thankfully now with Rapunzel's twins born and her marriage to Eugene happy and healthy, seemed to have a secure future.

"Now as for your other special child, Anna…" The King of Corona, more easily growing comfortable with his otherworldly brother-in-law than he'd believe before, strokes his bearded chin with much deliberation. The lively ginger sprite had been flying to and fro about the castle since his family had arrived a week ago. "The poor dear is a tad high-strung for a young woman in her second trimester, is she not, Agnarr?" The King of Prussia says amicably, displaying his well studied knowledge on the feminine medical subject of childbirth that he and appointed Royal Scientist Varian had discussed at length recently.

After all, he had come through two close shaves with both of the precious women in his life, causing Friedrich to pay close attention to his own wife's and daughter's harrowing birthing events.

"Anna takes after her mother. I wonder where that woman has spirited off to so early? Let's see how my girls have ransacked my conservatory while I've been gone. After you, Friedrich." Offhandedly ushering him in as he answered Friedrich with the comparison of dynamically energetic mother and daughter, the pleasantly bantering Norwegian monarch follows his fellow ruler into his conservatory from the outer courtyard entrance. And whisks open the door with a sweeping snow gust hand like it was second nature.

Though the pair was psychically linked, Agnarr had given up even attempting to keep up with his 6th spirit wife's fluid mind since she and Elsa had begun fashion showing and wedding planning hours ago.

He may have been transformed into an all-powerful spirit, but the Ice King still had the patience of a man when it came to feminine primping. Particularly over the subject of a marriage he was doing his utmost to look forward to.

But even here, in his carefully preserved office, Agnarr could not escape the nuptial festivities.

The rising guest list piling up on his desk here in Arendelle had all obviously heard of the stunningly magical Queen Elsa's fantastic wedding to the unlikely, once denounced and scandalized thirteenth Prince of the Southern Isles.

He had, in obvious penitence, heroically rescued this nation and her ruler from peril on a number of occasions. Thusly, Prince Hans had evidently earned the trusted status as the country's Vise Admiral, proving himself worthy of both the Arendelle navy's highest rank and the beautiful young Queen's hard-won affection.

And now her hand in holy matrimony, as well.

The tall and imposing Ice King stares down at the newspaper which was still always put out for him, the girls apparently keeping up the tradition, even in his absence. Intrigued to follow his old habit now he was back inside his castle home, Agnarr takes the time to read the print spread open across his otherwise intact desk.

After he absorbs the news of the day as he had not done in a while, Agnarr's attention turns to the royal rumor mill column that was rife with Elsa and Hans' indisputable love affair. Not to mention the wedding announcement, which had originated sometime on their spicy vacation in Paraiso, Brazil.

Will they or won't they? Will this notorious for running out on her own coronation party Queen of Norway be a runaway bride, too? The rumor columns were full of opinions on the racy questions.

The longer the time and distance between the couple, that possibility was looking more and more like an eventuality to the press. But after much had been discussed and he had given his blessings this morning to the determined young woman, the King of Arendelle was increasingly dubious that his elder child would ever renege on her choice of this romantic suitor and consequential matrimonial mate.

Nor did the reconciled 5th spirit of Harmony wish any longer for his beloved child to do so.

"Believe me, Agnarr, when I tell you it will all turn out for the best in the long run. I, of all men, having had far too many years stolen without my daughter, had tried to keep her safe and protected from all the world's harms when I finally got her back. As a father, I wanted so desperately for Rapunzel to stay my little girl forever. But I'm even more proud of the bold and daring young woman she's become. We may not be able to decide whom our headstrong daughters fall in love with, but we should stand by them and give them our blessings to live their lives to the fullest. Without holding them back behind archaic rules, sheltered walls, hidden towers, nor closed gates. I found out that was the wrong path the hard way, brother-in-law. Please don't repeat my same blundering mistakes when you have been blessed with this second chance to right yours before the time slips away." Taking Agnarr's silence and furrowed brow over the news articles he had peered over his icy blue shoulder to view, King Friedrich speaks with a wisdom of years filled with sorrow that made him overprotective when he finally got his baby Rapunzel back.

"You and I can either grow grey and old before our time worrying and be smotheringly overbearing about what will be. Or we can enjoy the ride these young people have set course for themselves and realize that now it is their chance to live and love and shine in the present of what is." The normally quiet and introverted King was not at all opinionated on telling other men how to run their lives. But the Corona monarch was willing to share his out of touch experience on learning the difference between raising a tiny little girl who didn't own her own mind yet and a grown-up woman who would resent being held back from what was in her heart.

"You a 'blunderer,' Friedrich? Everyone has always praised your stoic rule over your beautiful kingdom. And I have admired your resolve, and how you have always maintained the peace." Smiling enigmatically, the former Arendelle King considered the older gentleman more than his equal in keeping the safety of his nation and his people tantamount.

"Only worthwhile once I found the true peace in my heart to allow others around me their own self governance when it was their time, Agnarr. During my recent convalescent illness, Rapunzel has proven herself quite prepared to sit on my throne and take over her role as Queen of Corona. And a great deal of that is owed to her having chosen for herself—with no input of mine whatsoever, believe me—a husband she loves and who loves her in return. A man who has risen above his shady past to prove my daughter could rely on him through thick and thin, on equal terms to help nurture her abilities and fortitude to lead. And now, being the mother of twin little ones, it appears my child is ready to be Corona's next great ruler, with the imperative stability of having the father of her children, Prince Eugene, constantly at her side to make her worries of the Crown lighter and her decisions easier." King Friedrich speaks openly and honestly over the steaming cup of broth appearing almost by magic in his hands.

"Then you have not ever cause to regret allowing that former criminal into your daughter's life?" Agnarr frankly asks, earnestly wondering if a jailbird zebra could really change his stripes, as he considers his own criminally soiled future son-in-law. A man destined to be not only full Admiral of all his beloved Sjoforsvaret Navy, but Elsa's equal King as well.

Admiral King Hans Westergaard…Ugh…

"Eugene Fitzherbert may be rough around the edges, Agnarr. But he has made my heart glad beyond words to know he will be watching over my daughter and their children to whom he has shown to be a fine parent. I can rest now knowing I have a successor who has someone at her right hand to bolster and hold her up so she never will fall, as she, and her successors after her watch over Corona kingdom for generations to come." King Friedrich proudly surmises the future of his kingdom, contentedly blowing over the moat of hot broth that his wife, Queen Arianna, had just quietly entered the Conservatory to deliver to him along with some heart medication pills.

"If only Eugene could hear you say that, Fred." Not even blinking an eye at her astoundingly changed brother-in-law—she and Iduna already having had a big sparkling cry and vibrant leafy hug a few elementary minutes ago in the chapel—Queen Arianna speaks in a simper to her husband. She recalls herself having a tougher time accepting the former thief who, by the way, had traumatized a very young Arianna by waylaying her carriage and stealing her precious stone ring when she was much more naïve.

But when Rapunzel's not so young man proved himself indeed genuine and had demonstrated to truly love their missing Princess to bring her home to them, the mother in Arianna had finally found it in her heart of hearts to forgive the orphan boy his past thieving wrongs.

"Do you think Prince Hans' ship is still scheduled to come in this afternoon, brother-in-law?" The Prussian Queen asks Agnarr as she wipes her cutely smiling husband's more salt-than-pepper beard of some broth splashes.

"Why… yes. And I don't even need to read the maritime reports from Dover dock to know now, thanks to Nokk. The HmNos Gler is due in port well ahead of its six-week run. Hmm. Well ahead." Tapping the side of his nose like a kid, with an enlightened nod to the spirit of the water who had instantly contacted his fellow spirit's psyche with the accurate data, Agnarr still tried to sound noncommittal with his words.

But Arianna had the inclination that the lifelong Navy man was impressed by the speed and efficiency of his newly updated steamship, under the astute direction and clever mapping of his second-in-command officer, Vise Admiral Westergaard.

Soon to be the supreme leader of the Navy above all other officers upon his marriage to Sovereign Queen Elsa and her appointment of him as her unassailable King.

Above even me, Snow Angel…? Perhaps I could hold the honorary title of 'Rear Admiral?' Or 'Admiral Emeritus' at the very least?

"That's a good thing. My little sister—even if she pretends to be all 6th spirit-y calm, has secretly begun to pull her long, beautifully full and flowing, shining hair out between worrying over this pre-planned 'first day of spring wedding' and the accommodations for this endless stream of surprise guests showing up on your doorstep to crash into the invited ones, Agnarr. Iduna is determined that all these wedding arrangements must be absolutely perfect for the royal ceremony being planned for Elsa. She's been sing-song fluttering over every little detail since she got back this morning, like a nonstop whippoorwill! I think it's because all takes place in only two days and she already missed out on being part of her other daughter's big day. But the last thing Iduna needs is for Elsa's bridegroom to be late for his own wedding, due to some steamship malfunction." Analyzing Arianna bluntly concludes with a neat flip back of her own dark brown long hair.

"A well built, well run ship of the line in my kingdom is not subject to malfunction as you so crudely put it, Arianna. I am certain that with Vise Admiral Westergaard, the man I placed in charge of the situation, the Gler's command is properly attended to. He will, no doubt, direct his vessel to our home port without delay, as he indicated when I first commissioned his vessel." Bristling with ice puffs fuming from his nostrils, the Ice King answers brusquely, taking any disparaging remark against his pride and joy, the naval fleet, as a personal insult.

"Then why don't you personally go and tell your anxious wife and daughter what you have mystically discovered of his itinerary, oh, all-omnipotent King of the North?" With the dare, intelligent Arianna had achieved what she intended, having her severe brother-in-law concede that her niece Elsa's betrothed seaman was both competent and dependable a man in an office.

"And while you're at it, brother, get that magic ocean horse to speed the Gler up a few notches, so dear Hans has a moment or two to get his land legs back before we rush him down the aisle to say 'I do' the day after tomorrow!" She calls out the window which the sleek Ice King had cryokinetically opened and propelled himself by way of ice sled to depart to the skies.

"There's a job well done." A scratchy ancient voice speaks through that self-same open window to a surprised Queen Arianna. "I think that man will always need a good swift kick in the pants to get his brain in gear to catch up to his ego."

"So true for the entirety of the gender, madame. So true." Patting her husband's face dry from the spilled bouillon soup moisture upon it, Arianna instantly bonds with the unknown elderly lady with the wrinkled face and dark skin. She watches the grey hair older woman waltz right into Agnarr's conservatory and begin to poke around curiously, like she owned the place.

"Oh, I think I'm going to like you, young lady." Seating herself in the King's regal armchair, Yelana gives Arianna a wink, her deep senses already telling her that this was one of the kindhearted Drottningham Princesses who had adopted a lone and lost Iduna soon after the fateful time of the Enchanted Forest's sealing.

"Is the 5th spirit Queen really going to be all right tied down here in this part of the land, Chief Yelana?" Not having the chance to speak to her friend yet, Hanimaren had followed her leader from her tending to the surprise grove of trees the Ice King had brought with them and had carefully hidden in the Arendelle Forest rear.

She was more of a worrisome nature than her twin brother, who was out back there right now living it up with Olaf and Eliana, showing off his newly endowed to fly reindeer pair to the dazzled snowpeople in this thrilling new southern landscape, without a care in the world.

"Maren. You would do well to be like your twin. Have real faith in the spirits' own minds, not only blind respect. It has been wisely said in the Good Book that 'faith can move mountains.' If anyone has taught us that, it is Iduna and her amazing children. Just close your eyes and listen with your heart for Elsa to show herself and find her true path. I believe we will all be impressed, erasing every worry." The old woman understood the fear of the future which had held her people back for far too many years as she brushes a tender old withered hand over the young Northuldran girl's troubled brow. "Your time will come, too, Honey, when you will understand all of this mystery yourself. You are still young. Believe an old woman who has lived and loved and been loved that makes the journey worthwhile."

"You said it, Yelana. How have you been doing, Lady? It must be a very special occasion if we finally got you down here in the land of the infidels." With a teasing nod that felt the same way for his Halima, General Destin Mattias enters the room. The trusted Captain of the Royal Guard had thought he heard some commotion in the Royal Library. He was wondering if the boy he served under and loved, who had grown into a man and King in his absence, and now had become a spirit—you and your Iduna have sure undergone a big change, my Prince—after seeing that Harmony's 5th spirit Winter King Agnarr had returned to haunt the outside of the castle compound, had now wandered into the former favorite quiet spot of his castle.

It's Elsa's castle now, my Prince, since you gave Arendelle up for Ahtohallan's new, breathtaking realm of yours I hear tales about from your daughters. Whew! Talk about real estate swapping! I've got to get up there to check it out sometime with Halima. Sounds like a nice second honeymoon spot…

"It's not every day we'll witness every spirit and element—of Nature, Melody and Harmony which ties them all together represented—all intersect. Simply because of one incredible young woman who had changed not only the course of her own life, but had found the courage to forge a path for this nation with another soul who needed the strength of her forgiveness and love." Yelana recalls with fondness her own unforgettable, beautiful man whom she would still defy every obstacle, as her grandchild Elsa has, to spend the rest of her life adoring.

The Creator has been merciful to you, as He has been to have blessed me before, with such a great love you have fought so hard to keep, that will surely last you a lifetime and more, little one…


"'From every strong wind that blows, from every swelling tide of woes.
There is a calm sure retreat, 'tis found beneath the mercy seat.'"

Elsa's incredibly melodic mother had been practicing with her child for hours now on hitting just the right note that the young Queen should play for her man on that ancient bukkehorn, at Hans' special request.

"'There is a place where Jesus sheds, the oil of gladness on our heads.
A place than all beside more sweet. It is the blood-bought mercy seat.'"

With Iduna's sweet soprano giving melodious voice to Elsa's soft horn harmony playing, the pair of spirited Arendelle queens had been holding a jam session of the soulful sort.

The petite spirit of Melody had suggested this particular becalming, musical outlet for her nervous child when Elsa confided Prince Hans' unique romantic request for her to play the Bukkehorn to signal his welcome arrival this very next morning.

So why not play him a simple, yet precious hymn straight from the heart to lead her lover into the safe harbor of certainty?

"Do you think I really can perform this melody well on the actual bukkehorn, Mama? You taught me to play many instruments when we were young, from the piano to the flute to the clarinet and even the harp. So performing on this ancient Scandinavian horn isn't much different than the clarinet principle. However…" Elsa takes a break to catch her expended breath from her practice with the frozen copy she had crafted of the oddly shaped, extremely large wind instrument whose vibration resonator was transferred by the column of air she directed into it.

The young musician in Elsa Bernadotte had honed her wind instrument playing during her formative years. The sheltered girl had perfected many instruments before as an accomplished young woman of her era should. And this song had become a particular favorite of hers in so many hours and days and months and even years of being alone playing for herself inside of her solitary room.

The moving hymn full of gladness and hope and the promise of tomorrow had the small girl longing for such inner peace in the seclusion she lived in all alone then. The lyrics of the uplifting holy song spoke to the quiet girl personally of her story of storms and wind and woes trapped inside which Elsa immediately took to when she was a small child and the ice began to close in around her uncontrollably.

"Perform it well, Elsa? Oh, min flicka, have no strife! You will play this better than anything you've ever performed in your life!" Iduna sings out in favorable rhyme, she admiring her inventive daughter for recreating the massive Arendelle bukkehorn—which was so huge, it had to be stored in a special section of the stables—for her to use in private practice up here in the no longer occupied, old part of the chapel nave when no one else was present on weekdays.

"It will come from your heart even more in perfect tone, when you devote it to the audience of your true love alone. And he will be raptly waiting for your love call to ring, for soon as husband and wife you will celebrate spring." Spirit of nature or not, Iduna was still a mother as she encourages her daughter with the element of fire's glow in a warm hug around Elsa's cool shoulders.

Through this special embrace within the glimmering green leaves of the 6th spirit's billowing, seasonal sleeves, the palpitating earth brings stability to Elsa's swiftly beating heart, the gentle winds gusting fresh strength to her panted for breath, which was soon calmed by the scent of the sea racing in from the nearby shore.

"Thank you, Mama." Elsa says, feeling closer than ever before to her mother, grateful for the encouragement on the un-chartered territory she was still so new in. "All right. I think I've got it. Let's practice one more verse, please, to make sure I have the tone color and cadence down pat."

"By all means, my brave Queen." In total understanding now through their spirit bond, the Queen smiles, singing the third verse that uncannily suited this family's dilemma of a frozen heart.


"Oh let my hand forget her skill, my tongue be silent, cold and still.
This then beating heart forget to beat, if I forget the mercy seat!"

As if entering into a small corner of Heaven, King Agnarr pauses at the top of the steps leading to the small room West Tower to listen to his wife's unmistakable soft soprano harmonize with an almost ethereal sound of a familiar horn which the King had not heard in over a decade.

An overwhelming hope fills King Agnarr's heart, inspired by the true, pure love so plainly evoked through Elsa's instrumental rendition on his—no, her—seafaring nation's traditional, hand-carved musical instrument from the ancient past.

A wave of emotions, full of regrets and sorrows for his past actions, accompanied with a prayer of hope for the dazzling future God has unlocked for he, a poor sinner, to not squander, is raised up to the misty ethers. Fighting back the tears, Agnarr truly wished in this moment to be ruled by compassion and understanding, more than fear and shame and prejudice of the unknown he was brought up to submit to before, once upon a time when he was a mere human.

"That was an absolutely moving performance of that beautiful hymn, my Snow Angel! I knew you could play the piano, flute and clarinet, but I never have had any idea our ancient bukkehorn—that you have incredibly replicated of ice apparently—was in your repertoire as well!" Impressed in many aspects of his child's limitless imagination, King Agnarr congratulates his older daughter, who astounded him over and over with her innumerable talents.

"Iduna, my Songbird, Could it be you selected such a momentous musical interlude on this particular morning for a reason?" His inquisitive query startles Elsa until Agnarr's warm hazel eyes soften from icy pale blue and his solid, normal skin-toned hand falls upon his wife's supple cheek tenderly.

"After all, I have just been informed there is a certain steamship coming into our harbor with a certain gallant Kommander astride on the bridge who has been surging his traveling vessel, incredibly at over 17 knots, towards our port—what is it?—almost two days in advance?" King Agnarr admits with the drolly put question after taking a deep breath of decision on which side of the present he would from this day forward be on.

"You're not the only one whom I think, our dear Nokk reports to, my Winter King." The 6th spirit of nature had the tact to omit to point out that the spirit of the sater had informed her first of the incoming ship swiftly crossing the oceanic equine's seas, right down to its exact speed, location coordinates and ETA.

But those were just trifling semantics to 'Mother Nature.'

Hmm…apparently not, my widely admired Windlass…Agnarr mentally sends out to his saucy mate via their spirit bond.

"It seems like someone is in a hurry, for some odd reason, to return to port. So, should you not be out there standing at the edge of that pier out there to greet your returning sailor home after his long voyage properly, Miss?" The King of Arendelle holds his head high and poses the question to the dumbfounded pair of females, standing in the West Tower buttress, gazing directly into Elsa's eyes.

Even though the chapel tower was facing the Arendelle fjord harbor, neither had looked out of for the past few minutes, so deep in discussion of their musical training were they. The 6th spirit nearly trips over her own long trailing skirt willow vine leaves, she was so enjoying this time with her daughter that the sands of it had eluded even her vast curtain of nature surveillance powers.

"The Gler is already docking?! Hans is here this early?!" In this pivotal moment where duty and passion collided, confronted with pressing time of early morning rather than mid afternoon, her shyness, her qualms and her fearsome father to top it off, a wild-eyed, heart-skipped Elsa squeaks out in panicked excitement as she exchanges a frantic look with her mother.

The Ice Queen starts biting her lower lip until they lost all of their natural color, face to face with the one spirit King who could deter her from welcoming her lover home as the young man so romantically requested.

Elsa adored her father far too much to ever disappoint him again.

Problem was, her love for her Prince Hans was just as great. And this time Elsa would not just let it go. Her sincere emotion of true love for the redeemed young Dane was as pure as it had become secure.

Because gazing at the ship through the window, indeed coming into the fjord, Elsa was more filled with a new courage than the trepidation she once might've felt before her incredible journey began. The Queen of Arendelle was determined, now more than ever, to follow her dreams and not disappoint her lover upon his return when she recalled his plaintive plea written down as a small boy in the lonely attics of Egeskov.

'Please let someone want me someday.'

I will always be that someone to want and love you, my Hans, for as long as I live.

As the introverted young woman puts down the ice simulated horn squeezed tightly in her hands, Elsa realized her daring path ahead. And for one terrible second of nervous fright and dread, Elsa was that little girl again, frozen in place, not sure if she was really ready to defy her father, if worse came to worst.

The moment of dread had arrived. But all that she had experienced since her sheltered youth spurred Elsa to bravely open her mouth to plead her lover's case out in the open, with all the no longer concealed, honest feelings in her heart.

That is, until her father speaks first in his deep baritone with slow, logical terms full of the compassion and understanding he had been praying to God for.

"As I recall, it is the prerogative of a young lady madly in love to run barefoot with hair unkempt and her eyes bright to meet her yearning Captain's ship when it first comes into port through the early morning mists. He's waiting out there for you, Elsa. Let me tell you, as a young seaman once upon a time, there is no feeling quite like being reassured that the girl you left behind has been hoping and praying and longing in wait for your return, too. It makes every lonely moment aboard ship and spent in solitude in foreign ports, worthwhile. Just as my bride, my beautiful bride, a quarter century ago, was unforgettably waiting for me to come and make a home with her. Though it took this stubborn man far too long, I am content to be at your side now, my marvelous Iduna, wherever the incredible path takes us into your wondrous world, just the same as I was so proud to bring you home to my kingdom then. Please lean your spirit on mine and know that you have my support without end, as the good Lord created us to be partners together for all eternity, melodic Windlass." The former King of Arendelle, who had now advanced to be the North Winter King and 5th spirit of nature, after taking the advice of his fellow King Friedrich on raising daughters and the honesty of his sister-in-law, Queen Arianna, on caring for wives, had offered his pride to the Lord above and chosen to bend it to the will of his love, rather than break all the ties that bound them all together.

"That is the prayer of every good husband. Just as I pray Prince Hans will always strive to be an excellent one for you, my Snow Angel." Agnarr begins to fully embrace his new role as the 5th spirit Winter King he had become heir to in his child's place, his normalized pale-skinned body starts transmuting back to its true icy form. "And more prestigiously, as Queen Elsa's husband, Vise Admiral Westergaard will, by rights, deserve the designation of 'Admiral of the Sjoforsvaret,' as well 'King of Arendelle.'" Again assuring Elsa of his willingness to renounce his kingship to another, with a contented fatherly smile, pale bluish Agnarr takes light greenish Iduna's extended wispy hand. The pleased mother of nature nods to her mate as the wordlessly glowing pastel pair begins to hover, hand in hand over the palace chapel, rather than moving towards the oceanside pier.

"For a start, at least the propitious young man has arrived, almost serendipitously, in advance of the remarkable wedding you have planned for the first day of spring in two day's time, Iduna." 5th spirit Agnarr icily whispers tender frost crystals into 6th spirit Iduna's sweet smelling hair of mimosa and spring honeysuckle as the pair were content to be spectators to the moving reunion, rather than intrude on the couple's moment both recalled was best left intimate for the star participants alone.

"Was it you who secretly urged Nokk to accelerate the Gler's arrival, prior to our little family heart-to-heart…eh, my Winter King?" In the back of her expansive spiritual presence, Iduna had the nagging sensation that someone had been pulling some sea bound strings all along this return home journey for the HmNos Gler.

And who had the nautical knowledge to do so more than the lifelong naval officer who was so keen on his finest craft's upgraded steamship design?

"Does it really matter now? One less anxiety for us both, my ethereal Songbird." The icy King embraces her close on the fluffy white cloud they floated upon in the sky above the castle. Gale's giggling wind stokes Bruni's pleased light in the lighthouse tower, as Jordskevelvet rumbles his approval through the hills beyond the sea where they both were sure they could hear Nokk's joyful whinny echo from the briny deep below.

"And countless answered prayers." Just seeing the dewdrop tears of gratitude run down his wife's rose petal cheeks as her leaves rustling in bliss told Agnarr that this was the correct choice. The once stiff-necked ruler would be magnanimous and generous at last, and accept his daughter's choices and not impose his will anymore when it was Elsa's time to shine in her kingdom now.

Thank you. Elsa wordlessly mouths behind her to every caring spirit in the sky and the greatest One Above watching over her hopes and dreams from afar Who orchestrated them all.

Now totally free in her heart, as well as liberated in spirit, with abandon, the Ice Queen races to the chapel corbel window and cryokinetically swings open the tower windowpanes which led to the parapet below.

She dances fearlessly like a graceful ballerina across the balustrades and down the stone columns with her enchanted ice naturally exuding from her with its intrinsic stability.

Elsa counted on her sister, Anna, for making everything else fall into place now. And she was absolutely sure her best friend would never let her down.

Indeed, Princess Anna was standing at the base of Arendelle courtyard with the actual, massive Bukkehorn at the ready and waiting with Kristoff, Sven and Olaf, at her wobbly tummy side.

Anna sends a double thumbs-up to her sister as Elsa paused momentarily to gaze down from her tall perch to catch her breath.

Down below in the courtyard, Elsa's not so little anymore sister (by stomach width standards anyway) did not disappoint her. Bolstered by their parents' encouragement, Elsa was smiling inside to know that Anna had her back as well in this, her family, despite it all, together again for this most important event to come in her life, as Elsa of Arendelle always dreamed.

Ice Queen Elsa's ice sled slides her down to parapet from the Castle's stone merlons to where the extra large and anciently crafted 11th century, ceremonial bukkehorn which the monarchs of Arendelle trumpeted only once a year on the special occasion of their birthdays to celebrate with their people.

It may not have been signifying the current, or even a past monarch's date of birth, but this was a most extraordinary morning. It was, albeit, too cloudy and overcast for any of the citizens to come out to appreciate their beloved Queen's playing of the traditional Scandinavian billy goat horn call. But the traditional royal instrument of old was ready and waiting to signal the good alliteration of another important birth.

The birth of a love so deep and strong and true, tested by fire and ice which no calamity, no man's will, no force on earth, could tear asunder any longer.

Taking her stance at the bukkehorn's platform that Kristoff, Sven, Eugene, Varian, Ryder and several Snuggly Duckling friends had all set up for her in place—joined by many other curious foreign royal visitors all volunteering to help in this romantic mission— Elsa's dry lips move to play upon the ancient Scandinavian wind instrument.

As her blue eyes scan the surrounding fjord's edge on this foggy mid-March morning, Elsa was certain she could see the silhouette of not only the proud steamship of their kingdom coming into port. But also she glimpsed through squinted eyes that gallant captain her father spoke of, standing with one leg up at the ship's bow, poised with his long naval telescope right in her direction.

It's as if you're looking right at me, Hans…

His gaze was precisely upon the telltale Bukkehorn situated at an angle high atop the parapet stone wall over the Royal courtyard where Varian assured it was scientifically determined to gain the best resonance towards that particular incoming quadrant of the sea.

Please Lord, give my breath the strength to express my unending love to welcome my Hans home on the swift course of eagles' wings. Elsa closes her eyes at the hopeful prayer before her dry lips press to the sparkly clean, ages old signaling device with one of her favorite hymns' moving melody.

"Ahh, whither could we flee for aid, when tempted, desolate, or dismayed.
For how the hosts of hell defeat, had suffering estates no mercy seat?"

Elsa hears the next verse of the moving hymn in her head while she plays the notes, strong and clear and true, as she never played before, just for her lover. The tall, yet delicate, young blonde woman nimbly applies all her musical talents to this ancient instrument to the utmost of her abilities.

The horn's profound, musically pristine sound catches fire in the flickering beams of pale sunlight, as if trying to break through the thick fog. When it at last pierces through, it carries the melody in C major to traverse the winds until it starts to reverberate across the land, then resonate over the cool, clear waters of this Norwegian kingdom on the sea…


As his viridescent green eyes were desperately trying to penetrate the cool morning fog, Kommander Hans Westergaard's keen ears suddenly prick up towards Arendelle Castle on the nearby scope.

That's when he hears a singular sound come to him as clear as a bell.

Almost eerie, almost mournful, the soulful timbre encompasses the very moistly thick air it still managed to reverberate through.

Instinctively, Prince Hans touches the glowing ice sculpture at his neck, which was so very evocative that it tinkled across each of his fine red chest hairs with an electricity that was palpable enough to arouse his pounding heart.

whoo whoo whoo hoom hoom hoom…

Soulful, yet playful at the same time, the notes of the familiar church hymn that all good Christian sailor boys held tight to in stormy weather, 'From Every Strong Wind' soars out. It intimately whispers a timbre's low to high notes across his yearning senses that spoke of another's tender longing for love.

"There, there on eagles' wings we soar. And time and sense molest no more.
Heaven comes down on souls to greet, with glory that crowns the mercy seat."

Soon, Prince Hans realized that it was his ice angel personally playing not only the signal he asked for, but a miraculously fitting hymn of hope upon the legendary Norwegian Bukkehorn.

Murmured along on Hans' tender lips was the song of grace and forgiveness and welcome for his storm tossed ship. It is received and repeated into words with tears of gratitude formed in his eyes. At first, the little bit left of a cynic in the young Dane half expected to be pummeled with a snow avalanche of ice after he heard the haunting yet beautifully moving Bukkehorn's very first note play, just as he had heard it those two and a half years ago when doing his deserved penitence.

But that punishing nightmare all seemed an eon ago now he was here in glittering Arendelle again.

My Elsa would never hurt me now. Hans' hands caress with pride the thin statuette of his lady love carved in ice over his heart, where she had securely remained all this time.

A dusting of snowflakes brushing his cheeks the closer the Gler surged towards port were so tender and beautiful. It was as if they each were filled with her hope for joy and love as they softly wash over his face in tender kisses upon his forehead, tickling his nose, caressing his chin, playing on his lips.

I asked for a single note of reassuring acceptance and you gave me a full rhapsody of love, min kæreste. Even a fool can easily see why I will always adore you…

A song of love just for me…Somebody wants me, at last…

My only love, my Elsa…Jeg elsker deg, my angel of light…

I love you...

Hans felt like that little boy in his secluded attic as a youth, longing for this special someone to love him and want him close...

Tears of joy relief and most of all, complete Love, fill the once jaded eyes of the 13th in-line Prince of the Southern Isles who grew up feeling unwanted, unloved, and cheated out of a life he longed for and always thought a clever boy like him deserved.

Now, after realizing that he wasn't entitled to anything without selflessly giving of himself first, and that being simply 'clever' meant nothing if your heart wasn't in the right place with the Lord, Prince Hans had become richly blessed with everything and more than he ever hoped or imagined.

With a smile etched on his gorgeous features, Hans just lets go of all other thoughts to absorb the strains of love and uncommon mercy which washes over his entire psyche that once felt desolate and ostracized, lost and alone in sinful self-interest.

Until he met the other half of his heart, who showed him the very meaning of Biblical charity—her love—in innumerable ways since their meeting filled with forgiveness and second chances.

So now this most undesirable, despised child felt both wanted and loved at last, as Prince Hans stands excited in full anticipation with baited breath at the helm of his powerful vessel.

He follows the echoing notes of the touching, well chosen song that his special lady's magical lips were playing just for him to come home to her.

Just for me, my Elise.

I'm home.

Just like 'Love'—'Home' was the one other emotional four letter word which the redheaded boy never thought he would truthfully achieve.

No doubt his drive could've gotten him property to be land owner of, maybe his looks would achieve him a manor, a place of his own to lord over and rule a castle, perhaps once he could've charmed his way into royalty by empty marriage induced by his wits and ambition alone.

But never that precious sentiment which was more than a location, really, which only the love of another human being in tender fellowship and patient desire to share in his life that would now give the word 'home' such deep meaning to him.

As the steamship HmNos Gler sweeps into the fjord and the hazy overcast sky and thick fog that had previously adorned the vista of scenic Arendelle all morning suddenly clears, as if by a weather miracle, at the finish of all his worldwide travels, Hans witnesses the most glorious breathtaking sight he'd ever behold.

There, with the backdrop of the awe-inspiring snowcapped North mountain to the rear, the propitious bends of the lightly frosted fjord between Arendelle and the glistening true blue sea surrounding the stately Castle premises, a rainbow of the aurora borealis appears as if in a fairytale.

And at the end of the rainbow, the unmistakable beauty of Queen Elsa of Arendelle was transcendent on the wings of an icy angel as she emerges from her Palace Courtyard with arms outstretched towards her incoming hero.

As Elsa steps across the ice coated planks of the Arendelle port dock, she was wearing an exquisite new ice creation gown of indefinable colors. It literally was glowing in a translucent layer of radiance that her spirit had subliminally conjured to add to her design.

Prismatic rainbows of every hue from her every pore seemed to stem from Elsa's powerful cryo-magic as she lightly trips over the icy rainbow path she had created in just a glance.

Petals of ice exude from her elementally gifted body ribbon from her formfitting, yet elegant flowing white and purple lilac hued dress of so many layers that the young woman looked like the ethereal winged angel of young Hans Westergaard's artful attic fantasies.

But she was now real and ensconced in an almost blinding rainbow radiance of light.

Elsa's cyan eyes were trained upon her prize as if in a dream where Prince Hans was standing tall at the top deck stern of his ship that he sails with all due haste into the Arendelle harbor.

His entranced eyes were transfixed on the ultimate prize of his precious lady, his adored fiancée, the beautiful Queen of Arendelle, who had indeed reaffirmed their commitment to one another as he had begged her to do for him by letter, just one more time before they were to be wed. He had sacrificially given her one last chance to be rid of him forever—

And through the glimmering shine of her smile that reiterated the brilliance of the aurora borealis to her lover, Prince Hans could sense that his Queen had chosen him for all time.

And then some.

Elsa had not only confronted any prior objectors to their marriage–namely, Anna's distrust of her former suitor, Elsa's queenly duty to country, the 5th spirit's monitoring of the elements of nature in Ahtohallan, the consternation of her father, the rediscovered King of Arendelle and his natural disdain of 'double-crossing Danes,' not to mention her own believed physically impossible marital fears—but she had brilliantly succeeded in overcoming them all completely on this eye and heart opening journey home with her family to the North of their country.

Spirit transformation and all, Elsa had even convinced the stubborn Admiral that her miraculous matrimony to Prince—soon to be my Admiral King Hans (amazing!)—should take place in less than two day's time, and with his full blessing.

All this was revealed to Hans in Elsa's breathtaking smile, just for him.

In full control of the elements of nature at this sleek, regal in transparent pale purple and white Ice Queen's command, smiling Elsa stands at the edge of the pier, shivering in sweet yearning for her officer's ship to come into port.

Indeed, she experiences that unmatched thrill, just as her Mama had described, for she had the knowledge now that Prince Hans would now and forever be her King.

I can't wait until he finds out! He will be so pleased to be 'Admiral,' as my capable tactician, strategist and lifelong sailor deserves.

Excited herself and cheating a little, because she had the power to, Elsa brings the Gler to be hastened in by cool winds in its sails that drew her lover to her faster than even Nokk was already propelling the ship through its spirit-driven waters.

She never felt as fully in control and at peace as she did now that Elsa had her father and Anna's hard-won approval for this incredulous marriage, as well as her dear mother's encouragement to seize her own destiny and follow her heart at long last.

Nearly every single person living in Arendelle emerges now that the weather had abruptly cleared as if by magic. The good citizens of Arendelle were alerted and enchanted that something important was coming by this most exquisite Bukkehorn call that their kingdom had ever heard.

All eyes watch in awe as the seafaring nation's most impressive flag steamship pulls into port and elegantly docks in its home port.

Within minutes, Vise Admiral Hans Westergaard proudly descends from the ship he had expertly commanded across tens of thousands of nautical miles, across oceans and back again, to step his tall black boots back on the dock of the land who had adopted this once listless, unwanted son as its own.

And the moment he does, the colorful iridescent snowflakes which had spurred and beckoned him to cross a certain rainbow-lined path explode into a lightshow of pure joy surrounding his every step. The spectrum aura made quite an entrance of a welcome home to its conquering hero Kommander that would be unforgettable to all spectators for decades to come.

Elsa, with joyful tear-filled eyes, nods to Hans with a trembling smile as he approaches her on the pier, words escaping her as she is lost in the moment.

The Danish Prince's tall slender form easily strides down the pier planks coated with Elsa's beautiful ice verglas.

"Permission to come to port, your Majesty?" After intaking a deep breath of air to stabilize his tense body and senses, Hans speaks the words of protocol to his 'commanding officer' receiving him before he steps foot on her mesmerizing kingdom's soil.

Just hearing her love's sweet tenor voice near, it was all Elsa could do to from emitting all her emotional ice magic through every pore of her yearning soul.

"Permission granted." Elsa's soprano voice shivers a tremolo in her best attempt at controlled response.

"I see you have received my message, min hvviddue." The Danish Prince breathlessly murmurs as his observant eyes spy—amid Elsa's blinding radiance of a new and thrilling ice gown of pale purple hues that he'd never before been privileged to glimpse—the gold-leafed scroll that pledged his promised troth in Biblical verse tucked into one icy sash at her stylish side.

"Loud and clear and so precious to me, Vise Admiral. I accept its glorious declarations fully, as my love for you, also, my beloved Prince Hans, will never end." And with that beautiful statement of truth, so simple yet precise, the Ice Queen of Arendelle's slender form shimmers along her every sparkling fine line at her intended.

As she slinks in purple towards him, unafraid at last with his reassurances of generous love, Elsa places an elegant hand to rest upon that glorious scroll full of his promises to her in New Testament love verses for their future.

Then Queen Elsa properly welcomes her Prince Hans into her life, her kingdom, her heart, her home, grabbing Prince Hans by the nape of his neck with a kiss incomparable. Ensconced in his love, she glows in a light divine bursting from her, to which the more than pleased man pulls her even tighter into his arms.

Feeling Elsa's body melt against him fully, Hans tilts her head back, kissing her with all the love and devotion and longing in his heart. An uncontrollable blazing light explodes from the pair of lovers with the direct kiss this time of magnificent proportion.

Keen observers, both aboard the ship and on land, in the castle and those spirits floating above it, too, all watch with the eager eyes of those who loved Elsa Bernadotte dearly. Each was hoping for her true happiness at last and would no doubt unanimously rate this as one the most romantic reunion kisses they had ever witnessed.

The colorful luminescence of Hans and Elsa's true love encircles the destined pair in snowflake and aurora borealis hued swirls of earth, wind, fire, water. The very seasons and nature were all in melodious harmony add their lightshow to the intense-cold-meets-passionate-heat kiss of reunited true love, never-to-part-again, which seemed to go on forever.

Just as Queen Elsa and Prince Hans' miraculous love affair, on the dazzling cusp of wedded bliss touched by amazing Grace, promised to be unending.


"From Every Strong Wind That Blows" – hymn written by Hugh Stowell and Thomas Hastings 1820


Fenrik – Ensign rank in the Sjoforsvaret navy

min kæreste – my darling in Danish

min ædle – my precious in Danish

min flicka – my little girl in Swedish

min hvvidue – my dove in Danish

'Jeg elsker deg' – 'I love you' in Norwegian


February greetings, Frozen friends!

I hope you enjoyed this romantic episode reuniting our dear pair of lovers at long last, sealed with a doozy of a kiss, right on display for everyone to see! 0

Could you envision Elsa again playing that big ole bukkehorn, like she did in the 'Frozen Fever' short? But this time she wasn't drunk on Oaken's alcohol laced, patent 'cold medicine.' She was drunk on pure love for her Kommander Hans!

Elsa had received some sweet advice on how to welcome her man home properly from her experienced Mama Iduna, playing the beautiful, early 19th century hymn 'From Every Strong Wind that Blows' whose lyrics of mercy and hope signify so much between this storm-tossed couple!

You should look it up to listen to how transcendent the melody is so you can hear Elsa's performance playing in your head!

And if you want to hear some of the ancient Bukkehorn's deep, soulful performance, there's an on stage live performance video of the talented Norwegian lady named 'Sissen' who recorded her bukkehorn for the original 'Frozen' movie's soundtrack. Her playing of the traditional Scandinavian wind instrument made the hit film sound so native to Norway, so ethereal the bukkehorn running through the whole film, creating the sounds of Frozen Magical Adventure iconically in the have to hear her play several types of Scandinavian horns live!

I was truly impressed by her genius and inspired to write our incomparable Elsa be able to play that music of her heart calling for her Prince to come home on the historic instrument, too!

With Elsa at peace with a forgiving sister Anna, her transformed and enlightened father King Agnarr and her own emotional heart concerning her relationship with Hans, the much anticipated wedding is at hand at last, everyone! Stay tuned for the next exciting matrimonial chapter, scheduled to be published just on time for Valentine's Day week for a very special Helsa friend's real-life momentous day of her own which we'll celebrate here together.

You are cordially invited to Elsa and Hans Fairytale Wedding Special event "Frozen Again: Love Never Ends' happy ending conclusion finale of this long running series we have lived and loved and grown up reading the true love story of our beloved heroines and their heroes together!

Thank you all so much for hanging around too all these imaginative years for the long and adventurous, romantic ride, my dearest 'Frozen Again' friends!

Next up is the Royal Wedding of Ice Queen Elsa of Arendelle and Prince Hans of the Southern Isles (soon to be crowned 'King Hans of Arendelle,' if Elsa has her way in order for him to be rightfully 'Admiral of the Sjoforsvaret'! Boy, Agnarr has come a long way as a father and as a character, hasn't he, to be content with that major upgrade, with Hans Westergaard not only marrying Elsa, but essentially taking the former King's place in Arendelle now!

I hope you enjoyed this second to last chapter in our Ice Queen Fairytale Wedding arc that poor neglected Elsa really deserved, in a happy end with a handsome prince of her own! Jesus taught us that everyone deserves a second chance, if they truly repent and call on His name to cleanse all our sins. I believe that in the 4 books, 165 chapters, and nearly 2 million word since this tale of love, forgiveness and redemption began, that Hans has proven he has become a new creation, wrapped in Christ's forgiveness as we each should strive to do.

God bless you as we pray and hope for one another, my friends! One more episode to go countdown to Valentine's Day! See you then, Helsa lovers everywhere for Frozen Again's grand finale!

Love, HarukaKou


p.s. I would love to connect with you and receive some reviews of these precious few final chapters of our Frozen Again Saga! And it would be nice reminiscing of all your favorite ups and downs for Helsa, Kristanna, Eupunzel, Agduna and many other Disney couplings too along this incredible 9 year journey spent in our dreams and imaginations, side by side, otomodachi! ^0^ Your input has always been much appreciated and valued, dear readers in Hans x Elsa's incredible love story over the years!

'The impossible just takes a little longer.' I still hear my brilliant Daddy's inspiring sayings echo in my soul now, and always.