A festive breeze swept joyfully through the kingdom of Arendelle. Every house, even the most remote ones in the town, adorned themselves in myriad colors, banners fluttered from windows and rooftops high above the streets. Golden flowers and petals mingled with confetti on the cobblestones and in the sky.
Exclamations of joy echoed among the passersby; merchants set up stalls outside their shops to bask in the first rays of sunlight and the electrifying atmosphere of this particular day. Under a small canopy in the town square, Anna watched the kingdom's bustle, reflecting her own impatience. It was even a challenge for the tailors surrounding her to keep her in place long enough to make the final adjustments to her dress. An elegant gown reminiscent of the one Elsa had worn at her own coronation two years earlier. But unlike her sister, the young redhead had decided to be crowned in the heart of the city, rather than in the throne room.
An excitement and impatience shiver made her fidget in place as the trumpets sounded. She nervously smoothed her blue-green dress, made sure her cape was properly adjusted on her back, and took a deep breath. Ambassadors from neighboring countries took their seats inside, while the rest of the people waited outside, their footsteps echoing in an impatient cacophony.
Finally, the long-awaited moment had arrived. Anna walked towards the altar where a scepter and an orb awaited her, her heart pounding under the weight of the responsibilities that would soon rest on her shoulders.

"In the morning light, a new chapter begins,
Whispers of dawn herald a gentle rebirth.
Eyes filled with promises, I gaze towards the horizon,
A world of possibilities unfolds, a new season."

Her voice was soft, and no tremor betrayed her apprehension as the final traditional formulas were pronounced behind her. As she placed the objects back on the altar, a soft and solemn melody rose, and the applause of the courtiers made her heart sing. And as the crown was carefully placed on her perfectly coiffed hair, in the distance, bells rang throughout the city. Anna emerged from the canopy, greeted by the warmth of the sun and a thunderous chorus of exclamations and cries of joy. The new queen of Arendelle cast a tender gaze at each of the smiles turned towards her.

"The gazes of my people, mingled with hope and expectations,
Sing of trust in the future, a vibrant melody.
In this role that befalls me, I stand proudly,
Ready to guide Arendelle towards an exalted destiny."

She waved to those who called her, who congratulated her, as she made her way through the crowd towards the statue she was now to inaugurate. Her first act as queen.

"In the smiles that illuminate this radiant day,
I draw strength to build a harmonious future.
May this dawn mark the beginning of a serene era,
Where each step leads us towards a more certain destiny."

She spotted familiar silhouettes in the distance: that of a young, well-dressed blond man accompanied by a reindeer, and next to them, a far less ordinary sight: a snowman jumping for joy, almost as well dressed as the young man. Anna rushed towards them, laughing, cutting through the crowd of citizens who sang as they watched:

"In the clarity of day under this infinite sky,
In our hearts a new chapter is written here.
The crown passes between the hands of beloved sisters,
A new reign begins, our destinies will forge.

We whirl in the southern wind with ease,
In its icy breath, we describe our dance.
May this day be a prelude to our radiant future,
A new breath of life, joyful."

"One hour," Kristoff declared without preamble. "You get this for one hour." His carefully coiffed blond hair was already starting to tousle again. The young queen giggled and kissed his cheek before running her hand through his golden locks.
"It doesn't matter, I prefer you natural," she replied with a smile.

She left him stammering in place, carrying a small smug smile with her as she joined General Mattias for the statue inauguration. To Anna's eyes, it was a far more important event than her coronation: this ornament that would adorn the central square of the city symbolized the peace restored between Arendelle and the Northuldras. Their peoples united by love, the love of her parents.


Standing on the beach, Elsa closed her eyes to focus on the sound of the waves, dispelling the noises of the activity in the Northuldra village behind her. Gale, the spirit of the wind, gently rustled the leaves, their whispering enveloping the young woman in a soft murmur, her almost white blond hair floating freely around her. She finally felt at peace with the nature surrounding her.

"Finally in harmony with the power within me,
I discover my true nature, an unprecedented existence.
Free and fulfilled in this enchanted forest,
I celebrate each moment, a new destiny."

She opened her eyes, greeted by the rising sun whose reflection seemed to dance to the rhythm of the waves. A smile spread across her lips as she reached out towards the rising sun, as if she could grasp its warmth. A shiver ran down her spine and her smile faded as her hand fell back to her side.

"But beyond this tranquility, a shiver in the air,
A subtle omen crosses my mind, difficult to dispel.
A deep-seated fear, an unnamed warning,
That something is brewing, a danger on the horizon."

She turned away, unable to ignore the apprehension that gripped her. She knew something was amiss, though she was still unable to define what. Her nearly transparent cape fluttered behind her, lifted by her steps, as she walked towards the Northuldra village. The villagers greeted her – Elsa hardly went unnoticed in the forest with her ice-blue dress and motifs reflecting in the sunlight.
Elsa waved politely and with a slight smile as she made her way through the village, navigating between the tents set up in the heart of the clearing where the nomadic people had established their temporary camp. Perplexed, she furrowed her brow as she approached the edge of the clearing, but her past adventures whispered to her to follow her instincts.

"Yet in every rustle and whisper of the wind,
I sense an ancient force, a resonating power.
And there, in the shadows, a new spark gleams,
An unknown power, a wavering destiny."

As she progressed through the trees, the bustle of the village faded until it disappeared completely, giving way to a silence that even the birds dared not disturb. More and more puzzled, the young woman continued to move forward, her deep blue eyes scanning for any detail that might escape the ordinary.
The Forest was calm, tranquil, and nothing seemed to change from the ordinary. Although she was not yet entirely familiar with the place, she tried nevertheless to discern what had alarmed her for several hours now.
After advancing several meters, she stopped and sighed, shaking her head. She felt ridiculous to worry so without reason. For the first time, she could be at peace: no uncontrollable powers to hide, no voices only she could hear. She should be happy today, as her sister Anna inherited her crown and took her place on the throne of Arendelle.
As Elsa turned to go back, something bumped into her, eliciting a small cry of surprise, but when she recognized Gale, who was having fun swirling leaves in front of her, a small laugh escaped her lips.

"Hey there," she greeted him with a smile. "You seem already quite enthusiastic this morning."

In response, the spirit of the wind sent the leaves swirling even higher before drifting away. The former queen of Arendelle tilted her head to the side, intrigued.

"Do you want me to follow you?"

She resumed her walk, following the spirit of the wind. Obviously, something had put him in a good mood; she rarely saw him so excited. What could possibly be happening?
Gale suddenly swirled the leaves around a tree so much that Elsa had to raise her arms to protect her face. With narrowed eyes, she could discern a dark shape lying against the tree, but she couldn't properly make out what it was. She was about to ask Gale to stop stirring the leaves when he let them fall flat.
Elsa exclaimed in surprise as she discovered a young man lying there, evidently asleep, his back against the tree trunk. She instinctively recoiled, overwhelmed by a wave of astonishment mixed with apprehension. Nonetheless, driven by her curiosity, she cautiously approached, tilting her head to the side as she detailed the man from head to toe: he had dark blond hair, a face with fine features, an aquiline nose. His clothes were torn and damp in places. He looked young, about the same age as her.

"Who are you?" she murmured as she crouched near the stranger. "And how did you end up here...?"

She felt a surge of compassion for the young man, softening her suspicion enough for her to approach a little closer, trying to listen to his breath.
The man suddenly opened his eyes and raised his head. His ocean-blue pupils surveyed the forest in front of him before settling on Elsa with a panicked look. Strangely, he seemed to recognize her, and he appeared to calm down a bit.

"El... sa?" he asked weakly.

His eyes closed again, and his chin fell against his chest. He had fainted, evidently exhausted. Alarmed, Elsa reached out towards him, ready to shake him awake.
Then, from the tips of the young man's fingers, sparks burst forth, faint but warm, causing Elsa to recoil. Taken aback, she felt tingling in her own hands, and snowflakes formed in her palms in response to the sparks from the young stranger. They disappeared into the air as suddenly as they had appeared.
Elsa stared at the young man, dazed and fascinated, still struggling to grasp what had just happened.

"You are... like me?"