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"Frozen Again: 'Love Never Ends"

Act X

"An Ice Queen Fairytale Wedding'

Part 5

Chapter 37

"Fairytale Love Never Ends"

But before the rapturously content couple, seeing the elemental light of their love illuminated before their path, had the opportunity to enter their awaiting castle, something devastating occurs on this dusky late afternoon.

{"KRISTLY! COME QUICK! WE MIGHT LOSE THE BABY! KRISTOFF! HURRY!"}

The seven and a half months pregnant young woman was screaming and crying tears at the top of her lungs through the Wind Whisperer's mind link with his wife, nearly causing Kristoff to drop one of the precious clay pots, had not Ryder and Little Rock interceded.

"ANNA! I'M COMING!" The Reindeer King cries aloud before he takes off on Ryder's now flying reindeer colt named Pekka, painful anxiety written all over, until just a minute ago, his mellow features. Kristoff urges Pekka to fly like the wind towards his and Anna's cottage home that was thankfully just over the bend.

"Hans?!" Elsa was about to panic at the idea her baby sister was in some kind of trouble, from Kristoff's reaction to their communication. But the quicking-thinking Danish Prince once again proved to be her stable rock, mounting the two of them on Sitron's back to swiftly give thundering chase to Kristoff towards Willow cottage.

Ryder follows suit with Little Rock on Maren's reindeer doe, Tiina.

"Guess that just leaves you and me, Beautiful. Let's see if these old bones still have enough snap in them for some fast-paced horseback riding I haven't seen in years." Yelana's mind was wiling, but her aging body told her otherwise, as she quickly mounts Irisirende to take her to the cottage as well. GranPabbie and all the other Rock Trolls who called Anna their 'little muffin' and friend, all look to each other in hand clutching fear.

"Anna!" Leaping from the back of Ryder's reindeer before it even landed in the barn buildings it had quickly scaled above, the muscular mountain man lunges into the barn when his intuitive senses told him that Anna was located there, and in such distress.

"I'm here, Baby! You're gonna be all right!" Kristoff Bjorgman, tears streaming down his face, cries out as he throws the doors to the barn he had just built attached to their small cottage.

"Yeah, we're fine." Anna tries to shake off her concerned husband's arms that had wrapped around her little frame where she had jumped up from where she and Hanimaren were huddled on the ground together in the hay.

"Then…what?" Glad as he was to hear the good news that his wife and child-to-be were alright, Kristoff's alerted sixth sense told him that not everything was fine in his home.

"Sven…" The reindeer buddy who was so much more than his transportation—Sven truly was Kristoff's best pal and conscience on whom he relied since his boyhood—was the one really aching now. For his own mate Svala was struggling to deliver their firstborn calf.

This four-legged baby was the one Anna had referred to 'losing' in tears, and had somehow become inverted in Svala's birthing canal. Unable to come out headfirst as it should, the calf was rather emerging with legs protruding awkwardly. "Maren thinks Svala's baby isn't going to make it!" Anna weeps bitterly on Kristoff's chest, Sven letting out a pitiable HOMN! for Kristoff to do something to help.

Even with all the wedding preparations going on everywhere in and around the castle, Kristoff knew Svala's time was imminent. So he had asked Hanimaren, as an experienced reindeer shepherdess, to stay near thr female reindeer while he was out moving the Northuldran trees with her brother.

"She says that if the calf is upside down, and couldn't right itself yet, after this long, it's probably gonna die! Don't let that happen, Kristly! Not to Svala! Not to our Sven!" Hanging tight to her dear friend Sven's furry neck, Anna once again was a pile of tears.

Fortunately, Olaf and the older Westergaard girls had taken the weeping, shaken, younger children, at the end of their fun picnic outing, inside Princess Anna's cottage for 'tea and cakes' while the upsetting reindeer not giving birth properly was taking place in the barn.

"Now, Anna. Try to stay calm, for your own health's sake." Sitting his agitated wife down on a hay bale, Kristoff' tries to be the voice of reason. "Maren's probably right. She's had a lot more experience with reindeer births than I have, and Svala's baby just isn't showing any signs of life." His psychic senses were not registering the new deer's presence, unfortunately, and his heart was breaking for his beloved reindeer partner's loss, too.

"I'm sorry, Princess. I don't want to be right. But I've seen too many inverted calf, stillborn births like this in reindeer to get your hopes up." Though she always tried to stay detached, Hanimaren truly felt heart wrenched for all concerned. She fervently wished, reindeer herder or not, that she had a better diagnosis. But in nature, sometimes life had to be harsh.

"We have to think of the mother's health now." Maren was about to advise Kristoff to fashion some tool to forcibly wrench the jammed, lifeless, stillborn fetus from Svala's expanded pelvis before the reindeer doe was irrevocably injured herself for sustaining the position too long.

"Please! I ask you to wait before you go to that extreme, miss." Just then, Prince Hans' urgent voice enters the small barn. His keen eyes meet Hanimaren's instantly slitting, dubious ones.

"You don't know what you're talking ab—" The Northuldran young woman already held some qualms about the Danish Prince, and didn't need him to tell her her job as she places a hand on the unresponsive underbelly of the motionless fawn still stuck in the womb.

"I realize my inadequacy and do not profess to have even a modicum of the vast knowledge of either of you in your respected field of these fine animals." Hans' gaze envelopes Maren and Kristoff both. "But I have had much hands on experience with equine dystocia. While it is extremely rare to be able to extract either a backward or breech four-legged ruminant from the contracted canal, I have done so successfully in the past. Please allow me to try in all due haste for this poor creature and her little one before its umbilical cord is severed and all will be too late." The sheer eloquence, obvious caring and commanding attitude of a man who has made decisive calls in battle and on sea was inspiring to all the others left despondent in the barn.

"But, how?" Hanimaren was now genuinely intrigued by this perspicacious young prince as Hans yanks off his fancy jacket and hands it to Anna, who squeezes it tight with joy. For she had seen that look in Red's eye before that gave her hope as she watches Elsa help Hans rub some lubricant mineral oil up and down his bare arms to his rolled up shoulders.

"We must find a way to allow the mother's muscles to contract, so as the canal will be roomy enough for us to spin the calf around, before it is too late. With horses, you have roughly twenty minutes with enough enriched blood oxygen still enclosed in the amniotic fluid bag to sustain the fetus, even as the placenta is detached." Not afraid to get his royal hands dirty, Prince Hans kneels down to the dirt and feels around Svala's cervical area between the partially projected baby fawn who was all bent incorrectly back feet first.

"What causes muscles to relax quickly? Maren says it's already been over fifteen minutes, so we don't have much time." Worry on her gorgeous brow for the beast of burden they were attempting to save, Queen Elsa asks calmly. She had already played 'nurse' for 'Doctor Westergaard' before, and was only too proud of him as she followed his quick action lead to kneel at the pregnant rangifer's ground level.

"Would you believe…ice?" Even as he was using all his considerable dexterity to feel around inside the reindeer's tense body, Hans could not help but end his conclusion with a smug smirk in Elsa's direction.

"On it, my Prince." Determined, the Ice Queen sends a cool—but not too cold for poor Svala to bear—vortex of chilled air around the reindeer doe's open pelvic area and cervix within where the half-exposed calf was yet stuck inside.

But just as his logic dictated, Svala's straining muscles relax when iced, the slender limbed 'veterinarian' able to insert both arms and hands into be able to maneuver the inverted breech baby around in its uterus.

"Now, all we must do is pray that nature will take over again here." Hans whispers to his two willing nurses, Hanimaren rushing to him to scrub down his fluid soaked arms and hands dry with a towel. "Perhaps with a little convincing tug from we men?" Hans gives a nod to Kristoff, who was immediately down there with the Danish prince, one on either side to grasp firm hold of one leg apiece. "When she strains, pull the leg firmly, Kristoff, as I will pull mine, even if Svala wants to rest, we mustn't let her, for the baby's sake." Hans instructs of this most difficult part of the delivery where they all prayed the baby deer was still alive, with the clock ticking down.

But perhaps 'Mother Nature' herself did step in to lend a hand, even if the 6th spirit had been watching from the silent vantage point of the clouds above on this day of rest where she had instructed her own mate to give the reunited couple some 'breathing room.'

For, within the next critical minute—to Maren's pleased admiration of not only the intelligent capability of Queen Elsa's intended bridegroom, but of the fluid teamwork displayed so well between the soon-to-be-wed couple in this emergency situation for a lesser beast of burden, where the Prince of the Southern Isles had heroically given it his all, plus—Sven and Svala's first baby fawn was safely born alive.

"Whoopee! We did it! Yeah! Congratulations, Sven!" In all the hoopla of celebratory joy, Kristoff hugs Sven, Sven nuzzles Svala, Anna hugs Elsa, Olaf hugs the new baby fawn, Maren hugs Hans…

Both young people of a more serious turn pull back, a little startled of the close proximity to a virtual stranger of the opposite gender. Reindeer shepherdess Hanimaren felt flushed, she had never embraced a boy beyond her brother before, and Hans was not entirely uncertain his betrothed would appreciate the embrace from her comely friend who was suddenly giving him exotic eyes.

"I can see why she chose you. And I'm glad she did." The sober minded Northuldran girl comes to terms with the fact that the 5th spirit—no, Queen Elsa—had found the right partner for her. One who would steer her through life's struggles with capable kindness and a generous spirit to help others in need.

What a perfect guy… A real Prince Charming…

"It appears Queen Elsa's prospective mate has quite a following. She'd better beware." Yelana had quietly sat by Iriserende at the corral end of the barn, just watching from the sidelines all the accolades the Southern Isles Prince was receiving of the feminine variety.

"The boy holds a certain ingenuity and quick application that will serve him well. If he doesn't let it go to his head." The Winter King answers from where he had been stationed atop the stately willow tree overlooking his younger child's cottage home, simply observing, with a churlish grin on his face's pale features.

"Reminds me of another clever sailor boy once upon a time, whose handsome brashness so dared to change the world of a young girl it was a crime." The 6th spirit flutters across her mate's lap, tickling at his platinum moustache and ruffling his ginger streak of hair at the same time.

"Either way, this one's not too bad a catch. If I was a younger..." Unable to deny Hans' attractive qualities, Yelana inserts herself into her spirit daughter and son-in-law's praiseworthy commentary of the Danish Prince.

He'll do for our Elsa, even if he's a non-Saami outworlder.

Down below, as a relieved Svala, tenderly seen to, under Sven's watchful, proud eye, cleans and grooms their new little babe, Anna calls Olaf to bring the group of visiting children out to now see the wonder of the little, dark chocolate brown newborn calf.

The younger girls were all cooing at the adorable baby reindeer fawn, while the older Westergaard nieces join Hanimaren in fawning over dear 'Uncle Hans,' who had yet again proven he had earned his right to be the celebrated 'hero of Arendelle' for another dinner held in his honor tonight.

Another crisis averted by her handsome prince to instead make way for another happy event, and Elsa could be no more besotted of him than she was at this moment. Her winsome fiancé, after utilizing the facilities of Anna and Kristoff's gladly offered cottage to clean himself up after the dirty doctoring job, leads his Queen, and the entourage of adoring young princesses, back to Arendelle Castle's large partied dinner as a conquering hero, soon to be wed on the 'morrow.


After many toasts and hobnobbing with the visiting royals who all wanted to hear more and more tales of Prince Hans' daring-do, as they pleasantly feasted on good food and shipboard yarns, swashbuckling swordfights, and exciting adventures that dabbled in outwitting the mystical to battling the legendary.

Between Flynn Rider and Ferdinand Egalité trying to one up each other in retelling firsthand accounts of 'Kommander Westergaard's thrilling exploits', their stories were nothing short of riveting. With much applause and aplomb, the night was successfully accomplished to cheering crowds, at the expense of, at times blushing, Hans Westergaard's humility, perhaps.

But Elsa was loving every second of showing off to her friends the magnificently stunning hero the stellar prince was, and to whom she was only hours away from her fairytale coming true in marrying.

Keeping any superciliousness of ego under wraps, with the night all said and done, Prince Hans then leisurely escorts Queen Elsa from the dining hall towards her bedroom. The affianced couple was far too enamored of the moonlight to keep their restless legs from taking a stroll on this final night before they were to walk the aisle.

"I have dreamed that your arms are lovely.
I have dreamed what a joy you'll be.
I have dreamed every word you'll whisper
When you're close, close to me."

"Oh, Hans, you are such a natural born singer and dancer." Elsa coos as her light-stepping fiancé twirls her around the balcony 'dance floor' like in a dream.

"In these dreams I've loved you so, that by now I think I know
What it's like being loved by you!"

"One did strive to make oneself quite amiable to a certain feminine eye." The red-headed Dane flips a tuft of that perfect red coif over his ear, with a quick check of his sideburns still being in impeccable condition after all the evening's song and dance.

"I will love being loved by you!"

"Oh yes. 'Being an accomplished dancer' and 'a fine dramatic vocalist' with 'polished sideburns' was sure to have my 'perfect suitor' sweep me off my feet one day." Feeling inexorably giddy tonight, Elsa was unaware she had let slip some of the finer points of that little hidden list she had found quite by accident one day, some months ago, in young boy Hans Westergaard's childhood attic hideout.

But the boy who had those much honed traits and goals memorized by heart as he had worked all his youthful days for them, though he was now a man, still recognized the exact wordings which Elsa only could have known if she had—

"Elsa…my angel. When you were in Egeskov, under the pretense of being merely the chambermaid, did you, perchance, enter the attics and, perchance, come across a silly young child's asinine checklist?" The Prince of the Southern Isles raises a shamed, embarrassed eyebrow along with the question to his suddenly skittishly beating heart.

"Hmm? Egeskov…?...Attic checklist…(gulp)" Elsa felt like a proverbial kid in a cookie jar as she guiltily bites her lip while coyly ducking behind a pedestal on the balcony.

"Min hvvidue!? Must I force you to tell me?" Hans was becoming a little more aggressively demanding as he literally stalked her hiding away from him on the open air balcony just outside her waiting bedroom. But the sleek Ice Queen was proving rather slippery to take hold of.

"Yes, how will you do that, min Raevstorre, if you can't catch me? Heeheehee!" Elsa sings giddily after a merry hide and go seek little game she wove in between pillars and multiple doorway openings of Arendelle Castle's third story. Elsa was feeling frisky enough, under the intoxicating moonlight and foxy constellation she had so dubbed him as once upon a time, to then pounce like a wild cat on the unsuspecting great Dane.

"Just wait one more night and I'll reveal everything I know about you." Elsa practically licks Hans' panting mouth which was hanging open speechless on what to say or even think if she had really ever glimpsed his secret lair—

"Goodnight, for now, my darling Handsome Prince. Tomorrow you will be mine, and I will be yours forevermore.' And with one lasting tempting kiss on his shocked, yet satiated, lips. Elsa giggles her way across a quick ice slide from his bedroom balcony to hers, seductively waving to Hans before she entered into the glass doors.

"There you are!" Anna's shrill voice surprises Elsa when the tall blonde steps inside her own bedroom from the balcony.

"I was beginning to think that Red was going to take you captive." The ginger Princess takes an obligatory swipe at her Danish rival for Elsa's affections, who was just a few hours from sealing the deal.

"My Hans is a complete gentleman." Elsa defends her beau to her laughing sibling as she closes the door behind her with dancing eyes and a yearning sigh.

"You won't think so after tomorrow…" The feisty ginger teases as she leads Elsa inside the room. She was glad though that Hans had offered to look in later, perhaps stay overnight at their cottage, just to be on close standby if Svala or the baby had any setbacks after such a harrowing birth.

That would keep the flirtatious Red romancer occupied on this tempting night, while as an added bonus, the experienced younger sister got some time to spend with her dearest one, here in the castle.

"Anna!" Elsa blushes violently at the insinuation. "What are you doing here at this time of night, anyway? Shouldn't you be with Kristoff and Svala and her new baby fawn? Did Sven decide on a name yet for the wee little guy?"

"Nah, Kristoff's staying in the barn all night to make sure everything's all right with her. It was a pretty rough delivery, so he'll be up watching out for the new baby." Anna says with concern and joy on her sweet features that were so happy to include a new member into their family this day she didn't mind sharing her helpful hubby.

"Besides, I wanted to spend one more of our glorious sleepovers with my favorite sister, just like we used to do when we were kids." Anna helps the queen unhook from the lavish purple gown she'd been parading around and showing off to all the other ladies since dinner.

"Did Sven decide on a name yet for the wee little guy?" Though in her own little world of cloud nine with the wedding onlly hours away, Elsa still was in tune with her sister and reindeer friends.

"Oh! How could I forget?! That's the worst part of the whole thing!" The pregnant young woman, already in her loose nightdress, dramatically waves Elsa's nightdress and robes she had readied on the bed over her frustrated head now.

"Sven was so grateful and enamored of a certain heroic Dr. Westergaard that he insisted on calling his firstborn boy reindeer 'Hans.' Can you believe that?! But I put my foot down, telling him that would be WAY confusing! Can you hear us saying: 'Oh, come here, widdle baby Hans! Aren't you such a cutie, Hans?!' Eww-yuckk! So in the end we just agreed to call the baby 'John' instead." Anna relates the funny story as the pair of close sisters brush their teeth and wash their faces in the washbasin, getting ready for bed.

"I mean, come on! There's way too many Westergaards as it is in this place without naming our baby reindeer after one, too! Bad enough you're going to be one tomorrow now!" Anna complains verbally, her mouth and entire face contorting comically.

Elsa's gigglepuss was unable to hold her laughter at the silly faces Anna made, tickling her side, until both were in a puddle of uncontrollable giggles.

That's when suddenly the balcony door which Anna had securely locked, sweeps open with a soft breeze and a warm melody which plays throughout the royal bedroom, just as Anna and Elsa were settling into the bed together for one last cherished sleepover here in the palace of their youth.

"Where warm breezes meet icy seas, there are windchimes full of melodies! Sleep my darlings, safe and sound. Days of joy ahead will abound…"

"How it warms your Mama's heart to hear her two girls' laughter, no doubt dreaming of tomorrow and your own happy-ever-after." With so much warmth and the sweet scented fragrance of spring, Iduna's 6th spirit of Melody floats in through the balcony doorway to perch her lovely, leafy skirts and long tresses on the side of Elsa's lavender bed.

"Mama!" Both exclaim with broad smiles that their beloved parent had come to sing her lullaby to them and tuck them in 'goodnight,' just as she always did when they were young.

"I was more complaining than dreaming about Elsa becoming a Westergaard soon. There's sure already enough of them in the house." Anna grumbles. She was fond enough of the nieces and wives, but did not hit it off with most of the Westergaard men, as she recalls her father's disdain for the group.

"If I'd listened to your Aunt Arianna and not followed my heart to your Papa Bernadotte, you my girls, would have been Westergaards already as your birthright and lot." Iduna's melodic cadence rhythmically delivers the news of what-could-have-beens.

Her nose wrinkling, Anna yucks out at the idea, with Elsa giggling behind her hand mirthfully.

"Don't be so smug with your hilarity, Miss Bride-to-be. If it was so, I would not allow you and your 'Uncle Hans' to marry." The 6th spirit rebukes her older child with glowing pursed lips and a pat to her cheek.

"For the Bible says inbreeding eventually brings harm, for years it has been the blight of Europe, min spadbaarn." 'Mother Nature' never advocated any practice that impaired the health of humankind, blood thinning and hemophilia bleeding the unfortunate result which was sobering to Elsa and Anna both.

"But with peace you may rest now my little kittens, upon fresh springtime's vigor blessings have been written." The spirit of Melody spreads her verdant willow branches out to envelop her sweet daughters in a reassuring motherly embrace as she starts to sing a lullaby she used to intone over them long ago.

"I know that my Redeemer lives, what consolation His sweet scent gives!
He lives, He lives, who once was dead, He lives, my ever-loving head.

He lives to bless with His love, He lives to plead for me above.
He lives my hungry soul to feed, He lives to bless in times of need.

He lives to grant me rich supply, He lives to guide me with His eye.
He lives to comfort me when faint, He lives to hear my soul's complaint."

Iduna's soulful lullaby was of timeless 'Sweet Meditation,' her delicate, yet enlightening, fingers braiding the hairs of her adored children, brushing their charmed brows with her tender motherly touch which knew no bounds as she blesses their hearts' love.

"My Little Snow, my Baby Sweet, two little angels, so loved complete." The long, loose haired spirit woman whispers kisses on their foreheads with unbidden tears behind her glimmering eyes shining for her two precious prizes. Elsa and Anna, the fruit of their love, had given such meaning to Iduna's life, which the Lord has so fulfilled. And now her girls were all grown up, about to start their own fairytale stories.

To Iduna's great delight, it was Elsa's turn at last to experience the true joy of this gift called life. When love is given and received so perfectly as designed by the Creator in His wisdom of planning His children to not walk this life's trials and pain alone.

"He lives to silence all my fears, He lives to stop and wipe my tears.
He lives to calm my troubled heart, He lives all blessings to impart.

He lives my kind, wise heavenly friend, He lives to love me to the end.
He lives and while He lives I'll sing, He lives my Prophet, Priest and King.

He lives and grants me daily breath, He lives that I may conquer death.
He lives my mansion to prepare, He lives to bring me safely there.

He lives, all glory to His name! He lives, my Jesus, still the same.
Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives: I know, I know my Redeemer lives."

Her two little girls had fallen into peaceful slumber by the time Iduna's earnest lullaby draws to a sweeping close, the pair of ginger and blonde heads bent to one another just as they were always clinging to each other in flawless sisterhood when babes.

I beg You to always live, dear Lord, in every second of their lives forward.
May abounding Grace forever redeem, hearts combined of the new King and his Queen…

Iduna, Queen, Spirit, Mother and Nature's river-traveling leaf, asks the Holy One for the soft spring season's tearful rain to sprinkle over her darlings full of blessings and strength and life and hope for the beautiful tomorrow to be awaiting them with sunshine…


March 20, 1842…Queen Elsa of Arendelle's Wedding Day.

The first morning of spring in the Year of our Lord 1842, does indeed radiate with a spectacular amount of warm sunshine which, if it was up to Olaf, was indicative of the day's 'not too hot, not too cold' forecast.

The good people of Arendelle let out a simultaneous cheer that the blessed day had finally come at long last. Certainly, they respected and cared for their previous King Agnarr, who had quietly and fairly ruled their nation and kept it safe, maintaining its borders while he kept his lovely little family behind closed gates. But the great majority of Arendelle's citizenry had come to affectionately love and be proud of his descendant successor, their Ice Queen Elsa even more in these past few years of open gates she and her sister Anna heralded.

They each hoped Queen Elsa would have a normal reign, with the standard process of royalty where she would eventually find a royal young man to join their kingdom to another, and hopefully keep their young monarch from becoming a shut-in, virgin Queen recluse and old maid all her days. But then after what had occurred in the Ahtohallan, with the elements in chaos and civil war around the corner resolved, younger sister Anna took over the reins of Arendelle for a season while rightful Queen Elsa was in training in the far north. Again, the people cheered when Queen Elsa came back during her sibling's wedding and subsequent return of the believed shipwrecked and drowned former King and Queen. And yet, through it all, the nation still longed for their beautiful, extraordinary, magnificent underdog Queen Elsa to not only come out on top as being successful and prosperous—

But they wanted to see her shine, and give their kingdom that happy-ever-after fairytale ending of a brilliant future—with happiness and children and love with her chosen Prince that everyone was wishing for since Agnarr's young bride announced the birth of their daughter almost a quarter century before...

Arendelle was ready and itching by now for some joyous excitement to come from their castle. Days full of youthful parties and happy balls and fun celebrations which only befell a young ruler on the cusp of starting her royal life out with her selected lifelong mate and young Prince, too.

And though he had a little bit of a sordid past in their nation, Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, in his penitent heroism shown freely to Elsa-and more importantly, to God-had established his loyal service in the Navy and his bravery on the high seas. And then again in the battle against their enemy the fearsome Djavaelan King, Hans Westergaard had more than made recompense for his heady power-grab original sentiment, proving himself to be one of Arendelle's heroes.

The good-hearted people were willing to forgive this knighted Vise Admiral of their proud Sjorforsvaret because they not only believed in the redemption of all sinners who repented— but their good and sweet Queen Elsa, whom they had been rooting for all her life—did as well.

Elsa's blindingly bright love shined like a beacon which all her subjects could plainly see the beauty of and be enveloped in, too. They sincerely wanted their royal Norwegian daughter to continue to embrace her warm heart full of true love from now on, after her long solitary road before, and was now deservedly getting her own 'happy ending.'

Traveling a road that was no longer destined to be solitary, with a handsome and capable young Prince to share that happy end with her.


Prince Hans Christian Westergaard had awakened on this glorious morning with an awestruck smile on his lips and a deeply drawn breath that assured him the future was unfolding in wondrous ways for him. All thanks to the benevolence of a forgiving God in His Heavens, and the breathtaking, pure angel of light who the Lord had, by incredible good fortune, gifted this unworthy servant with the beautifying love thereof.

The ice sculpture pendant which his mesmerizing Elsa had enchanted him with previously was now emanating with an intrinsic inner shine. In its sheer joy, her light far out-sparkled the radiance of the aurora borealis and the coruscating elemental gemstone lights combined.

And that was because it was coming from the magic of a young woman's pure love, both indescribable and pristine, holding her crystalline heart out for her one and only prince on her day of days.

Soon, my darling Elise…The groom washes himself thoroughly clean in the nearby clear water river Kristoff had advised after Hans had cooked the two men—and one hungry snowman—some quick Danish pancake lefses for breakfast.

Prince Hans now stares at himself in its sparkling waters mirror, pleased that his comely features were amiable to a sweet little female white kitten who had wandered by for a cool drink. "I'm so pretty…yes I'm pretty…" His viridiscent green eyes basking in the sunlight, the Danish young man begins to sing to amuse the sweet little feline he tickles the chin of, hoping his real-life skittish kitten would appreciate his attentions just the same tonight…


Now, as for the bride, she was a bit more critical of her features in the looking glass as the wedding morning hours ticked down...

"Do you think I should wear the blue eyeshadow or the lilac? Should I weave silver or just leave the gold into the sheer ice lace mesh? Is the ice going to melt if the weather gets any warmer during the ceremony? Oh, dear! I never considered this excessively warm spring weather in March!" In a little bit of a panic, Queen Elsa stares at her flawlessly pale body in the full length cheval mirror she mentally had built her cryokinetic dress around. Her artistic, racing mind was wondering if she should make any last minute revisions on the form-fitting, off-the-shoulder, made of pure ice gown she had perfected and planned months ago for this happy occasion.

From the snow dusted ,palest powder blue cape, to the crystalline infused, verglas 'fabric' of the long flaring out mermaid dress, to the triangular center cut encrusted of diamond interlay and spiked ice shoulder flares dripping down her alabaster arms, the iridescent wedding gown was stunning in its shimmering ice design. From her dangling gold and crystal earrings to the large rhombus brooch placed exquisitely at her chest, right down to her dainty, clear stiletto high heels, Queen Elsa of Arendelle made an unforgettable bridal fashion plate.

But there's always room for improvement, right?

"If it can't be pink—make it just a little bit more lilac, Elsa darling! I, for one, am glad the weather had brightened up, just in time for our arrival on your placid shores! My Alonsy and I must be good luck to bring in some of our fine South American clime with us!" Princess Valentina's private cruise ship had come in just in time this morning for the puffy pink paneled poplin, pink parasol parading Paraiso Princess to pop into the chapel in all her pink, self-praising glory.

"Valentina's right. I think lilac is your color, and the ice already gives off a silvery vibe, so just the gold mesh should be enough bling stunning!" Rapunzel was the girl with an artistic eye to understand Elsa's, the Corona cousin busy at work on taking out a few stitches from Anna's already let out, still expanding waist of her maid of honor dress.

"Can't you do that same permafrost thing you do for Olaf? That should keep the dress from melting—Ugh! Too tight, 'Punzie!" Anna offers the permafrost solution to Elsa, even as she complains to her helpful with a thread and needle cousin for pulling the seams too tight.

"No pain, no pretty pink princess." Valentina comments as she was just finishing putting lipstick—or as King Aganarr called it 'facepaint'—on the bride's delicately thin, so very pale lips which the tan-skinned Princess thought were in need of some 'pinking,' along with her lavender long nails.

"So-wrry." Pins sticking out of her mouth, Rapunzel usually had a less whiny customer in Pascal to adjust dresses around. But the chameleon was never pregnant during their dress form fittings.

"I could, but…" Elsa averts her eyes from her baby sister's inquisitive ones, not quite knowing how to address the delicate subject Anna may not be the best at hearing.

"I do understand that just may defeat, the intended purpose later on, my sweet." However, Elsa's 6th spirit mama—who had made sure her mate had tamed the Elements, as she had personally seen to the spring weather to be spectacular today all day—recognized full well that the reason Elsa may have created such a wedding dress could be for its ease at meltable removal later in the night.

"Huh?" Anna was too busy chewing on her morning gingerbread cookies—which were enlarging her waist to ill fit into her maid of honor dress very well anymore—to fully grasp the mechanics of the idea.

"Don't worry. I'll cryocharge each of the crystals embedded in the dress to keep the temperature down nominally." The ingenious Ice Queen thinks on her feet as she touches a magical finger to just one of the shimmering gemstones on her gown, the tiny wintry fractals each glowing frosty all over her ice satiny shining dress.

"You're brilliant, Elsa!" Rapunzel—straightening her palest lilac bridesmaid dress that matched her own tall 'sister' Cassandra's perfectly, even though the tough captain of the guard was far less comfortable in hers—congratulates her talented cousin for always being able 'to think her way through anything,' especially when her inherent ice was thrown in the mix.

"Now, for the final touch, my Little Snow who means so much. Something borrowed, something blue. Something old, something new." With a grateful nod to her sister Willow, who had gone to fetch the item from her own well-preserved jewelry box, Iduna's own mystical hands conjure a new golden chain of delicately woven metallurgic elements. There, she attaches a matching pale blue jewel in the midst of the simple Christian cross Iduna had worn at her own wedding almost three decades ago, to adorn the gold choker at Elsa's slender neck.

"Thank you, Mama. It's perfect." Elsa was very glad for the symbol of Christ's Love and her parents, as well, to be at the centerpiece of her wedding ensemble.

"Better get that veil on, Elsa dear. All these Danish little girls are getting antsy. The ceremony starts soon." In charge of the bouquet of flower girls from the Southern Isles who all wanted to play their part for their inspiring new 'auntie,' Queen Arianna peeks her head into Arendelle chapel's dressing room. The organized older woman glances to where Princess Anna was still fingering the long, resplendent veil that shimmered from every frosty angle. To the resigned younger girl's secret delight, icy flowers suddenly embroider themselves all along the bottom of the icy tulle veil as she carries it over for her sister to wear.

"Nice touch. You're gonna knock his boots off, Sis." Loose-fitting maid of honor Anna kisses Elsa's rouged pink cheek as she aids Johanne in affixing the ice created veil to the gorgeous, loose chignon bun of Elsa's platinum hair the beloved ladies maid, now duchess, had insisted on personally doing for her 'young queen.'

As bridesmaids and flower girls take their places in the center aisle, Gerda, feeling young again today, comes bustling in with smiles. The plump housekeeper who was once the little girl who changed the Snow Queen's lonely world with her sunshine and belief in Eternity, was now holding the bouquet of fresh powder iris and white roses, purple hyacinth, pale blue delphinium and hydrangea, beautifully arranged with fellow floral enthusiast Kai for their sovereign Elsa to hold as she walked into the chapel.

"Thank you. They're beautiful." Elsa mouths in gratitude, sensing the Snow Queen's presence here through the snow kissed white roses and flowers the pair had lovingly raised themselves in their gardens.

"And to the true ruler of the Kingdom of Arendelle, a golden crown that will never tarnish, just as my faith in my Snow Angel is immeasurable." Elsa, in a dream, was prompted by Queen Arianna to move out of the dressing room sacristy to the Arendelle chapel's inner vestibule, where she hears her father's low baritone speak reverently.

Holding up an almost ethereal, golden tiara with countless gold amber gemstones glowing upon it, King Agnarr approaches his daughter, donning his ice blue cape over his silvery naval uniform. The pale white-blonde 5th spirit places the magically imbued crown meaningfully upon Elsa's noble brow, over her dazzled eyes onto that filmy ice veil she had crafted. As he does, the Winter King's proud ice diamonds stud jewels all over the veil's 'embroidered' flora.

As she slides her arm into his offered one, Elsa remembers in this ephemeral moment how it was her dear father who was unafraid to take her cold, frozen hand and first teach her to dance. 'You'll be fine, Baby.' The young King had said then to his unsure little girl, making her feel a thousand feet tall and able to do anything as he placed her small shoes on his larger ones to lead her through her first dance steps.

"You'll be fine, Baby." And when she hears her Papa gently whisper the same phrase again now, years later, every last doubt left in Elsa's mind evaporates into the strength of his big hands and even bigger belief in her, making her feel weightless and able to face anything the future had to offer.

"Thank you, Papa." Her dream of her first hero walking her down the aisle to bring her to meet her next hero now coming to pass, a teary eyed Elsa mouths to her father with a small, demure smile on her lovely features that told him she was ready to let go of all her past fears and look to that future.

One where Prince Hans of the Southern Isles stood at the end of the aisle front by the church altar before many hopeful, honored guests, including his own once cruel father King Christian, and every one of his reformed brothers now, too. The Vise Admiral of the Sjoforsvaret presented rather a handsome figure in his naval uniform's white velvet trousers and a pale blue, much decorated with stars and bars and epaulettes, rapier and all, naval jacket. As her eyes glaze over in joy at her beloved in a way that made the father of the bride sure, Agnarr nods to Minister Kai, who signals the choir master to start Johann Pachebel's Canon in D Major to begin playing.

Hans' sparkling eyes reach for Elsa's across the hushed chapel, finding her unmatchable azure orbs willing to take his love and hope along with her to the endless skies. As all eyes were on the stunning bride, the tender, moving classical music for the ages softly, slowly, deliberately carries her down the aisle towards the handsome young redhead in his highly decorated ribboned naval uniform waiting at the end of it for her.

Just for me.

All their important moments, the daring rescues against all odds, the duets sung filling her heart with love and longing, the breathtaking kisses incredibly shared between Hans and Elsa which made her feel like a normal woman with extraordinary good fortune, fill her no longer cold and empty heart. Instead, it overflows with the warmth of Hans' love that Elsa wanted to keep discovering the sweet mystery of for a lifetime. The Ice Queen makes this tinkling wish when her bejeweled skirts and veils forged of the thinnest possible ice sheaths to be malleable, swish towards her Danish Prince.

As he entrusts the precious gift of his daughter's hand to the young man looking so svelte and handsome and right standing there in his dashing naval uniform, Agnarr feels his 5th spirit soar. He sensed—now at last through his embraced connection to nature and the spirits through Iduna that which his closed cold heart never could have seen before—the magnitude of the devotion being offered in Hans Westergaard's viridescent jade eyes shining for his daughter, Elsa of Arendelle.

On this beautifully sunny spring day, the wedding Mass takes place. With Hans and Elsa gazing upon one another lovingly, the Archbishop announces the gathering of all invited to 'rejoice with Queen Elsa and Prince Hans, to pray for God's blessings over them' as the whole congregation takes part in the Eucharist of Christ and 'joins the bride and groom at the Lord's Table this day.'

After the bell ringing, came the liturgy and Bible readings by several of the choice guests, including a humble and devout King Christian VIII, by his noble request to read Psalm 66:16: 'Come and hear, all ye that fear God, and I will declare what He hath done for my soul. For I cried out to Him for help, praising Him as I spoke. If my tongue had not confessed, the Lord would not hear the iniquity of my heart. But certainly God has heard me. He has attended to the voice of my prayer and has not withdrawn his unfailing Love from me. Blessed be God.'

Then the bridal couple, best man Kristoff—who cleaned up fairly well into his black velveteen suit after an all-nighter with a new baby reindeer—and pleasantly pregnant maid of honor Anna, proceed up the nave to the choir chancel. Poignant hymn music begins to play that so reminded the Arendelle Princess of her dear Papa and his many trials and triumphs the Lord had shown amazing grace indeed upon.

"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
that saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now, I'm found.
T'was blind but now I see!"

The soaring ship captain's hymn spoke to so much of the reformation, reclamation and redemption of this particular pair of Sjoforsvaret Navy men as well. Hans in his tenor and Agnarr in his baritone both sing along with the edifying hymn. The two exchange nods from where the new 5th spirit and his 6th spirit wife had alighted near the large stained glass window, standing and watching the ceremony while literally glowing with pride.

"The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who called me here below,
Will be forever mine."

"Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good, His mercy endures forever. This is the day the Lord has made, let us be glad and rejoice in it. – Psalm 118:1, 24." The Archbishop then speaks directly to the church filled with guests and worshipers. "As our beloved Queen Elsa and her chosen Prince Hans can confess: "God is Love, and whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him." – John 4:16. "God has created us to love and live in harmony with Him and with each other. For the Lord has ordained that man and woman shall be as one, confirming His fellowship with us by this blessing." In giving the marital mass, the priest pauses to glance upon the spirits of Harmony who were both raptly listening to his words blessed over their daughter. This royal family had seen much strife and upheaval in their lives, but always they had turned to the Creator of all to guide their incredible paths for this country they each have cherished. And now their amazing child, in which the Lord had richly blessed to care for her people, was taking the next step to lead her nation under the grace of God's Love.

"Marriage is God's generous gift to live together in the majesty of love, to share joy and sorrows, in faith, always standing by one another until this life ends. God's Word testifies that meaning is holy and inviolable. And our Lord Jesus Christ says: 'Haven't you read that at the beginning the Creator made male and female and said: 'For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be cleaved unto his wife, until the two become one flesh?' So they are no longer two, but one. Therefore, what God has joined together, let no one put asunder.'"– Matthew 19:4-6.

Reflecting right through Iduna and Agnarr's translucent human forms, the warm sun shines over the beautiful church setting over the bridal couple, where Hans and Elsa exchange shy glances. Both felt as if the words of the Lord were speaking directly to their hearts, even these eighteen hundred or so years later the same as then.

Wordlessly as directed, the bridal couple then takes their places to kneel before the front altar railing.

"In the presence of God our Creator, and before these witnesses,I ask you, Prince Hans Christian Westergaard, do you take this woman, Elsa Bernadotte, who stands beside you, as your wedded wife? To have and to hold from this day forward, in sickness and in health, for all the days of your life which the Creator has given you together?"

"I will." Hans responds promptly, looking deep into Elsa's shivering blue eyes beside him. "With every one of the Lord's Declarations for Love to be made as beautiful consecration to His perfect example, I, Hans Westergaard, promise to willingly offer my eternal devotion to spend each moment cherishing this gift the Lord Above has placed in my humble hands, my angelic Elsa Bernadotte's pure heart, that I may strive to be a righteous servant husband whose life will give proof that God's 'Love is patient, kind, truthful, honorable, always protects, always trusts, always perseveres to stand at your side with stalwart courage all the days of our lives where our Love will never end'." Utterly taking Elsa's breath away, Hans begins speaking all the honesty of his heart's II Corinthians vows which he had already discussed with the elderly Archbishop of what he wished to be expressed at their ceremony.

Familiar, and yet so exciting, every one of her prince's words of promise thrill Elsa through and through as her Prince Hans pledges his forever troth to her in Biblical truth's unassailable perfection before this large audience of witnesses. Some were thoughtful, some proudly smiling, some had tears in their eyes, for this once discarded, unwanted, forgotten boy had learned the true worth of a man's heart and was willing to attest his sentiment without shame.

"Likewise, I ask you, Queen Elsa Estelle Marie Bernadotte, do you take this man, Hans Westergaard, who stands before you, as your wedded husband? To have and to hold from this day forward, in sickness and in health, for all the days of your life which the Creator has given you together?" The Archbishop then plies the question to the reigning monarch Queen. He was aware that, as far as legal authority and kingdom leadership went, this royal daughter of Norway was the sole ruler of the country since her Father King Agnarr had abdicated his rite of succession, due to recent development changes in supernatural elemental status and duty.

And though it clearly states in the Good Book that a man is in authority over his wife, this regal Queen would always have the final say, the figurehead of Prince Consort essentially one without any real power or legal influence over his wife.

But Elsa had thought long and hard about this for some time now. She was a brave young woman who had used her well-studied intellect and exerted her great magical power here in Arendelle and up in Ahtohallan as well, for the good of her kingdom. But she also understood that a solitary ruler had just that to rely on. And the remarkable young woman had seen too many proverbial 'fortresses of solitude' in her extraordinary life to ever wish to dally with another one again.

Elsa had suffered long enough, had rebelled hard enough, and had repented truly enough to know what she wanted for her life. She was determined not to simply conform, but rather let the tremendous light God had given her shine to make all dreams possible, now that she was about to take full control of her once thought unreachable dreams with the prince of her own choosing.

"I will." All these monumental thoughts race through her mind like quicksilver, as Elsa was determined to not let herself or her worthy Prince down in this moment when she had the entire world as audience, if she just dare be bold enough as her Hans had inspired her to be. "In accepting every single one of my wonderfully good Prince's pledges his brilliant heart has extended to me of these holy Love precepts, I, Elsa Westergaard, promise to never forsake one second of my love's sincere devotions, never be selfish to keep my fears bottled up inside, nor let anger ever mar a single sundown in our shared kingdom. I will never envy or be too proud to rely on the better judgment of my equally recognized King. I vow to be a modest servant wife as my Love will blot out every record of any past wrongs, and believe in this fairytale love God has instilled within our hearts that will always give each other hope at the end of the evening, where our Love never ends."

Elsa delivers her marriage response to Hans' Love Declarations over her heart in her coloratura soprano. The clear-eyed platinum blonde sings the highs and lows and every emotion in between of her own promises to the man who had captured her every waking dream with his beautiful one filled with repentance and hope for a tomorrow where he'd be loved and accepted by the girl who he dreamed a dream to someday be loved by, too.

There was not a dry eye in the chapel for the women at the modest Queen's unpretentious message when a simple 'yes' usually sufficed. But this was the moment Elsa understood all had to be laid on the line.

"Please lay your hand atop the Prince Consort's, Queen Elsa, as a sign of your union." The hard of hearing old Archbishop continues the service as practiced, getting ready to place his hands atop the Queen's overtop her intended groom's.

"In the presence of God and before these many witnesses, Queen Elsa of Arendelle, you have promised Prince Hans that you—" The Archbishop begins saying the closing address to the wedding ceremony.

"King Hans." Elsa suddenly corrects him, causing quite an audible gasp from the wedding audience and a wide-eyed utterly shocked expression on Hans' face, to which Elsa smirks, knowing that would be his response and reveling in it.

"Pardon me, majesty?" The older man of the cloth leans his ear in, pulling at it and wishing he had brought his listening cornucopia type ear-horn at the moment.

"I will promise King Hans to serve all the days of my life, with him beside me as equal." Elsa repeats in a louder, sterner voice full of conviction that had several of the guests wondering about 'kids these days'.

But Elsa obviously had a lot that needed to be publicly declared. Some of the male rulers in the audience also raise their eyebrows at the generally soft-spoken young Scandinavian monarch's insistence concerning 'equal recognition' of her new 'King,' when previously 'Prince Consort' was the only title ever being bandied about of a sovereign Queen's marriage.

'Admiral' was one thing, but Hans himself never dared imagine that Elsa would even desire such an appointment of equal standing. And never would he have dreamed she would so disrupt her own wedding to make it official. In all his wildest imaginings, Hans never thought that Elsa would want him of all people to be this beautiful country's 'King' as he stares at his once soiled hands in arrant surprise…

As Elsa boldly claims Hans' uncertain hand to meaningfully rest over hers before the stunned assembly where the two were yet kneeling before the altar gate, the equally shocked, elderly Archbishop didn't quite know how to proceed. He glances at the Arendelle Council members, unsure of what title he was just about to announce the groom as now, while Kai exchanges an apoplectic look with Mattias and the others...

Just then, to answer all the quizzical stares, the 5th spirit of King Agnarr and his 6th spirit Queen Iduna glide up to the holy altar with respectful nods filled with serenity and peace to the perplexed Archbishop.

"The Queen has spoken wisely to wish to rule beside her Admiral King." The deep voiced King of the North speaks from the limitless fathoms of Harmony, nodding with true encouragement into Elsa's grateful, teary eyes.

"Ahh-ahh-ahh! God and Nature agree, side by side they will abide, two by two they will cleave. Ahh-ahh-ahh!" And with an elemental touch to the shimmering golden tiara her mate had placed upon his daughter's head earlier, with lovely melodic vocalizing, Iduna's masterful fingers spin the golden gemstones upon the gold metal tiara into the Saami shapes of the elements.

"Arendelle's worthy Admiral will be her King this day." Ice harmonizing with his partner, Agnarr merges the 6th spirit's Northuldran melody with Arendellian golden crocus harmony, until a new crown was mystically forged from the old. The cyan blue ice diamond jewel at Elsa's chest brooch, at her mother's leafy touch, blossoms into a crystal flower, whose blue diamond gemstone petals soon adorn a crown floating above Hans' head.

The Winter King, with a few of his own extra medals and passed down naval commendations being cryokinetically pinned from his spirit chest onto the new Admiral''s uniform instead. Then Agnarr places the crown to hover down onto Hans' astounded head, officially crowning the redhead 'King of Arendelle' before the amazed assembly.

"To Queen Elsa and King Hans!" Smiling from ear to ear in true amazement, Princess Anna was the first to throw out the rousing cheer after seeing the sheer happiness on her sister's f pleased face for this public miracle their wondrous parents had accomplished together for their child.

Just look at that lucky Red! He's getting EVERYTHING he ever wanted! ARGH! Well…if ya can't beat 'em, then join 'em, I guess! Anna shakes her head with a saucy smirk, enjoying the glow on Elsa's incandescent features.

"To Queen Elsa and King Hans!" The churchgoers sing out in happy chorus at this fairytale conclusion to this already amazing wedding of the Ice Queen and her new King.

The Archbishop, with approving nods from the 5th and 6th spirits, Minister Kai, General Mattias, Princess Anna, King Christian, King Friedrich and Queen Arianna, Chief Yelana, and every other heart-moved friend and royal guest in the audience, lays his hands atop Elsa and Hans.

Entwined hands which were by now squeezing one another with such laughing, puerile amazement and joy on their faces, their incontestable love couldn't be denied a moment longer.

"So, in the presence of God our Creator and before these witnesses, you have promised each other that you will live—and Love—together in holy matrimony and have joined your hands together as a sign of this, I therefore declare you, Queen Elsa—"

"–And you, King Hans—husband and wife! You may now kiss the bride." The visibly relieved Archbishop announces with a rare smile at this determined young couple whose love knew no earthly bounds.

As King Hans claims the no longer left alone to be cool for long lips of his beautiful Queen Elsa, she melts into his arms for a lifetime and more of true love. The Arendelle chapel explodes in joyful applause and happy laughter that its once quiet, staid kingdom, forced to be hidden in fear and isolation for far too long, never believed they would again see in their generation.

The indisputably eccentric, unconventional nature of this magical Royal Wedding ceremony would go down in the annuls of imperial history as the most amazing, most fantastic, most perfect Fairytale Wedding of all. It would be remembered here in Norway and beyond to the continent for as long as there is a forever in the Lord's sweet by and by.

Fairest Lord Jesus,
ruler of all nature,
O thou of God and man the Son,
Thee will I cherish,
Thee will I honor,
thou, my soul's glory, joy, and crown.

Fair are the meadows,
fairer still the woodlands,
robed in the blooming garb of spring:
Jesus is fairer,
Jesus is purer
who makes the woeful heart to sing.

Fair is the sunshine,
fairer still the moonlight,
and all the twinkling starry host:
Jesus shines brighter,
Jesus shines purer
than all the angels heaven can boast.

Beautiful Savior!
Lord of all the nations!
Son of God and Son of Man!
Glory and honor,
Praise, adoration,
now and forevermore be thine.

The remarkable wedding ceremony concluded by noontime with Elsa's favorite 'Fairest Lord Jesus' hymn gently serenading she and Hans to their new life together. With a final wave to where her parents seemed to wish to remain outside in the churchyard background, the happy couple walks out from the Arendelle Castle Chapel doors with the joy of the Lord written all over their comely features.

Olaf and Eliana were instigators of the rice throwing children, with Scuttle, Pascal and Hamuel dropping gold coins from above for good luck.

Elsa, at Anna's prompting, stops at the double doors for the bouquet toss, to which a totally spazzed out Lady Cassandra was mortified for having caught, with a no-nonsense 'don't even think it' mouthed at a giddily grinning Varian. The veil and lilac dress donning, tall guardswoman bridesmaid was totally put-out, pretending she 'only had to catch the stupid flowers so they didn't knock out the eyes of that old lady standing behind me.'

As for Yelana, the 'old lady' aforementioned, she was rather miffed that no one entertained that the lucky bouquet was actually 'intended in her direction,' to Mattias' chuckling smiles.

Following one of the international traditions Olaf had studied on, for it suited their love story to perfection, Hans gingerly holds in his hands a beautiful white dove Gale had brought on the winds to the happy couple at Elsa's beckon.

"Min hvvidue? Your dove must make certain my dove is never lonely." The new King of Arendelle gives his first 'edict' to his Queen. Beautiful bride Elsa grins as her magical ice gifted hands intuitively create a matching, snowy white female dove of ice for its patiently waiting mate now cooing at her in Hans' hands.

"It's a promise, my King Hansome." With a caress to the icy pendant still constant beneath his dashing naval ceremonial pale blue uniform neck as it magically pulls his body even closer to hers, Elsa teases the new pet name with the implied promise smile they share in as young lovers. Delightfully moving involuntarily under her command as he was physically drawn to his cryo-muse, Hans' breath was once again stolen away by the reappearance of his bride's stunning, glimmering in ice, winged creation who had sky danced for the besotted sailor before on board his ship with her glorious message of summoning him home.

To the romantically awed fanfare of the bedazzled crowd outside Arendelle chapel, Elsa and Hans, side by side in the sunlight, bestow tender kisses on the feathered heads of the birds which symbolized God's hope. The bride and groom both then simultaneously release the gorgeously inspiring paired white doves to the Springtime blue skies which carry the iridescent pure white feathered avians, one of flesh, one of ice, to glide side by side on soft elemental currents northward.

"Yeah! A new tradition!" Happy as a lark, Olaf, with Eliana at his side, claps for the breathtaking pair of doves that had come to real life from his research on wedding ceremony traditions.

"Thank you, Olaf. That was a beautiful idea for you to bring to our wedding." With true love for her little friend, Elsa kneels down in her dazzling wedding dress to award a warm hug to her first creation. Olaf puffs up with pride in his fancy vest and cravat tie suit.

"You're creating traditions of your own now, Olaf!" Remembering how hard Olaf and Sven worked to 'find a tradition' some Christmases ago for her and Elsa, when Olaf himself was found to be their truest tradition, Anna cries out in her inimitable sparkling way. In a big pregnant polar bear hug, she joins in the three-way embrace that soon adds pink parasol and all Eliana into a four-pack of Arendelle sister and snowpeople joy.

"We all did it for you, Elsa! Making today a perfect day for you, Big Sister!" The ginger sings with genuine gladness, as even the baby inside her stomach dances in excitement along with his mom. Anna gestures to her Kristoff, Rapunzel, Cousin Eugene, her Aunt Arianna, Uncle Friedrich, Kai, Gerda, Johanne, Mattias, Halima, Cassandra, Varian, Valentina, Alonso, all the bridesmaids, flower girls, the Snuggly duckling guys, Ferdinand and Helene, and everyone else who had contributed to making this wondrous event possible, from start to finish of Elsa and Hans' incredible love story.

"Well done, Ensign Olaf." Hans salutes over both the sisters' heads to the pleased as punch snowman. "Perhaps your turn will come soon?" The Danish Prince turned Norwegian King teases at the way the maturing snowman was being dotingly squeezed and embraced lovingly by his own little snow woman, Eliana's sweet cheeks as pink as her pretty bridesmaid frock as she looks adoringly on her carrot-nosed guy.

"My turn for what?" Olaf's frozen brain's innocence had not been altered by the passage of time, nor graduating to be a naval officer, nor learning to read and write, as he blinks up guilelessly at his friend JustHans over a sugary tittering Eliana.

Elsa and Anna burst into laughter, hugging their special friend even tighter with all the sisterly bond he constituted in their happiness shared and love never ending embrace.

From the churchyard below, the Elements of Harmony and Melody watch with pride at the spirit directed doves heading to a new Realm where they'd find such love welcome.

Soon, the horsedrawn carriage, via Maximus and Fidella in the front, Iriserende and Guddy in the rear, led by a proudly gussied up in tall white fur plumes headdress and Royal Arendelle gold and purple crocus flag wearing Sitron, pull up to the church path to bring the newlyweds back to the castle where the reception was to take place.

Good thing for Elsa's constantly cooling gemstone crystals infused in her dress and veil, for in that short traveling distance between the chapel back road and the castle courtyard front, the Danish Prince must have exerted a lot of body heat, if the wilted flowers decorating the carriage interior were any measure.

The reception in the Arendelle castle courtyard was nothing less than stellar, with so much food, thanks to Halima, Johanne and Gerda, so much entertainment, thanks to Queen Elena, Princess Marisa and Prince Marzel, not to mention the Snuggly Duckling guys, and so many presents, thanks to King Christian gifting Elsa with Hans' mother's golden harp—'May your lives together be filled with music'; Prince Ferdinand awarding his renowned lithograph etchings artwork 'though no work of mine can compare with the beauty you now own close up, mon frere; Sir Grimsby bestowing Admiral Nelson's famous nautical compass 'So you never lose your way on land'; and Cousin Rapunzel giving for special wedding present the first draft of the novel chronicling their real-life adventures here in Norway that she had written during Eugene's absence last year while she was pregnant in confinement with the twins, tentatively titled: 'The New Adventures of Flynnigan Rider, Hero Extraordinaire" or 'Frozen Again"—Oh, Pascal, why am I so indecisive?!

'Reading a longpwinded book…just what you wanted to do on your honeymoon, eh, Lillebror?'

But after the long and successful wedding reception dinner had turned into ballroom dancing, where the new King and his Queen displayed their elegant prowess at going cheek to cheek for hours on end, many of the guests had decided to turn in as dusk was descending, 'Mrs. Hans Legginess' (according to a whistling and teasing Cousin Eugene) longed to take a short stroll down from the courtyard, as the spirits seemed to be calling the retired 5th element to do. So, the newlyweds strolled hand in hand down the rear walkway to soak in the pale moonlight.

In the moment Hans and Elsa Westergaard stepped onto that pathway, the small tree saplings begin to glow colorfully with their respective Northuldran marking messages. Then, as the freshly married young man leaned down to pluck one of several just emerging peach blossoms to place in his new bride's hair, every one of the dozen new sapling trees all simultaneously burst forth with new life. Each was progressing years forward exponentially into their flowering stages. Pear buds, apple florets, flowering plums, lemon and orange blooms, peach blossoms and finally full cherry blossoms take shape like a leafy bowery of white and pink petals cascading down to carpet the path before them, like falling floral snow.

"Amazing…" Elsa whispers in awe of the gorgeous scene, resplendent in natural lighting aglow under their feet, even as their wedding night was drawing dim.

"Only your beauty surpasses, min kæreste." Hans murmurs in Elsa's just as sweet-scented hair as he places one each of the fresh blossoms, inspired of Belief, Praise, Promise, Understanding, Laughter, Happiness, Health, Increase, Wishes, Dreams, Trust and Love, to be woven into his blushing bride's hair on this, the start of their wedding night.

"We have a lifetime now of Vernal Equinoxes in store to begin every year with a new chapter of our unending love story, my Queen." Hans was impressed with the simplicity and yet complex nature of this spiritual gift which would bless them in fruitful, perpetually lovely ways for years and decades of the life together to come.

"But…are you certain about this?" Hans searches her eyes deeply, after a long pause. "About…making me 'King'? I don't need that, you know. I need only you." He pulls Elsa close to him, kissing her tenderly, proving his words.

"I've never been more certain of anything in my life—except my love for you." Elsa finally pulls away from his lips, wanting to reassure him with a gentle smile, as she runs her hands through his hair. "I want you to be my King, always at my side. I know you will be just and good and true."

With tears in his eyes, Hans nestles his head into Elsa's neck. "Your trust in me astounds, min kæreste. You are truly the most incredible and perfect woman God ever created. I don't deserve you."

"Oh, Hans, is this a dream?" Toying with the golden crown on his head which matched hers now immutably, Elsa felt her heart beating in her chest wildly, yet secure, as her dashing lover held her lithe body tenderly close to him. His velvety voice softly serenades to her of his devotion, sweet promises nibbled on her cool, pale ears.

"I have dreamed what a joy you'll be…" He romantically croons upon Elsa's adoring lips which Hans envelopes in his once again so lustrously. "Is it time yet for you to reveal all you know about me?" He whispers between the lines, with warm hands sliding around her small waist as they danced in the moonlight.

"How you look in the glow of evening! I have dreamed and enjoyed the view, my King!" Elsa coyly sings their duet beneath shy eyes. Though she was liberated and free from her past fears, the Ice Queen was still a bashful, demure young woman and Hans didn't want to change that.

It was simply going to be his clever mind's next big challenge to overcome.

"In these dreams I've loved you so, that by now I think I know, what it's like to be loved by you!" The newlyweds' passionate duet rings through the skies as they sway one another down the path facing the mountains, away from Arendelle Castle.

The magical fruit trees along the way seemed to glisten and grow more as if activated by every sung note to one another. The cherry blossoms in full bloom by the end of their lovers lane floating down over their heads by now, making quite an effect.

Speaking of dreams…the tinkling sound of windchimes told Hans that he and his bride were about to be visited once more this evening…

"Dreams of romance will surely unlock, the path for lovers, no compass or clock." Just then the flower petals coating the ground at the end of the path begin to rustle to life, begging to be trod upon by two pairs of lovers' feet. "Just a magic hop, skip and jump to the Realm where Melody meets Harmony beyond, show yourself to be all you were born to shine as before your King and your God." 'Mother Nature' serenades as her elemental gemstones intensify into the rhombus symbols which unlock the mysteries of this astounding land.

"There are no boundaries anymore on the majesty of your kingdom, Snow Angel. You have chosen a fine Admiral to be your helpmate through life. He will make a good king for you. We will watch over with Anna down here until you return to wisely rule Arendelle, while you step into your powers and show your new King all your country's secrets up there. Just as I first took my new bride up to the North to join as one in this untouched beauty the Snow Queen before me, has kept pristine for God in His wondrous Nature, now awaiting you both." The Winter King, at last uncovering fully his unfrozen heart, particularly towards Hans, gives his children his blessing.

The spirits of Melodic Harmony, with love and pride, reveal the flower petal laden portal shortcut designed to teleport the bridal couple directly to the mystical North, with the proverbial keys to the kingdom of the Spirits' newly created Realm of Melodic Harmony. With awestruck tears in her eyes at this exciting new world opening for she and her Hans, the Ice Queen saw no more limits to grasping the full potential of her incredible love for this phenomenal man, her brave Admiral, her warm-hearted King who would never be alone again on this journey of wonders and pure Love the Good Lord had graced Elsa of Arendelle's destined soul with beauty born of the cold ice of Winter to finally bask in the love of her warm heart alive now forever in Spring…

"I love you for all time, Queen Elsa of Arendelle."

"I love you with all my heart, Hans, my own King."

The handsome pair walk hand in hand down the sparkling flower petal path, dazzled by the elements of magical gemstones on the ice refracted rainbows of the aurora borealis horizon that led to their endless future together, where God's Love Never Ends.

And the romance and adventures for Elsa and Hans Westergaard, and Anna and Kristoff Bjorgman, with their expanding families now too, will still be going on for a very long time to come in the enchanted Kingdom of Arendelle, with sisterly laughter and love and smiles that would always be Spirit blessed.

Their incredible fairytale story, filled with talking snowmen, flying reindeer, whirlpool monsters, under the sea mermaids, banished princes, ancient catacombs, secret treasure maps, devilish fire trolls, Snow Queen crystal ice puzzles, and enigmatic Elemental Spirits, were all lit up by multicolored streaks of the illuminated Northern Lights under God's glorious sky over this incredible Land of the Midnight Sun, whose rulers had discovered such faith, hope and love's happiness along the way that they have all promised the heart of this fairytale to never be—

Frozen Again.

The End.


"I Have Dreamed" – Written by Rodgers & Hammerstein, 'The King and I" performed by Santino Fontana and Laura Osnes

"Amazing Grace" – Written by John Newton 1779

Pekka (masculine name in Saami meaning 'stone')

Tiina (feminine name in Saami meaning 'from the river')

min kæreste – my darling in Danish

min ædle – my precious in Danish

min spadbaarns – my children in Swedish

min flicka – my little girl in Swedish

min hvvidue – my dove in Danish

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

min lilla flicka -my little girl in Swedish


Happy Valentine's Day Happy Helsa Wedding greetings, Frozen Again friends! ^-^

WE DID IT! My mission to finally script the 'Happy-ever-after Helsa Wedding Event' in time for Valentine's Day! Fitting, since I first started writing 'Frozen Again: Faith, Hope and Love' for my best friend big sister's Valentine's Day present 2015! Wow! What a ride! :

I hope and pray this special Ice Queen Fairytale Wedding episode was everything we've all been hoping for. It truly came from the heart, inspired by my beloved sister's love for Elsa x Hans to have a happy ending of their own, my dear friend Hansika's real-life wedding to her true love this Valentine weekend, and of course, my adored Daddy's encouragement and faith in this little girl's humble storytelling abilities for as long as I can remember.

Over these five books of this Frozen Again Saga series, we have encountered and fallen in love with so many characters along the way, both Disneyana and historical, who all have made their appearance at the Ice Queen and her handsome Prince Hans' wedding event.

It has been quite an undertaking to gather up all the friends Elsa has garnered through her amazing love story, and a wonderful 9 year journey for this Anna and Elsa sister duo, too, with innumerable happy hours spent enjoying this tale of our imagination together.

Thank you all for being a part of this almost decade long, thrilling, moving and adventurous romantic ride, filled with mysteries, music, laughter, and Biblical truths, my dearest 'Frozen Again' friends! Your reviews have always been the highlight of all the hard work put into publishing our beloved Frozen fairytale. I can't wait to receive them! Always appreciated, just as your friendships have been my priceless treasure over the years!

We'll see you soon, for one final epilogue episode to tie it all up! Doumo arigatou!

Happy Valentine's Day!

God bless you always! Jesus is the greatest Valentine of all!

Love eternal from your Frozen Again friend,

HarukaKou