Author note: Hello FF readers and writers. I apologise for the lack of updates after a quick succession of 6 chapters in June. July has been a crazy time for me in terms of moving and paperwork, but all is well now. So, we can continue with the final journey of the gang in this FF.

Five days later

If there was one thing Elsa was not able to get used to, it was flying, and three days of it at that was enough to really make her nervous. Were it not for the others with her and the constant pondering of their current situation and the unknown future, she would have almost certainly turned everything around them into a frozen wasteland again.

"Careful, Olaf!"

Said queen rushed over and pulled Olaf away from the edge of the thorax they were on, the enormous movement of air from the immense colourfully patterned wing beating nearby almost knocking them off their feet. Elsa's own braid had almost come undone a number of times on their journey, and Olaf's body had been broken apart a few times, though his new permafrost and Elsa adding a little icy weight to his stature gave him a bit more weight and prevented him from becoming lost.

"We don't want you falling overboard!" she told him.

The little snowman giggled. "Sorry, just so fascinating watching everything from so high!" he said excitedly, trying to glance down over the edge to the ground miles below, covered by the large collection of clouds that helped to mask their journey. "It's like everybody's little tiny ants!" he added, voice like that of a child, accentuating his words by putting two of his stick fingers close together to almost touching, as if they were picking something up.

Elsa tittered a little, giving a slight murmur of agreement and stepped away again. Luckily, Kristoff, who was sitting nearby with Moll and Sven, called Olaf over and the little snowman bounced over to join them. Elsa sighed with relief, having been fearful that someone would fall over and meet a sticky end on the ground below. Even though she doubted their giant being of transport, Mothra, would let that happen, it was still not entirely impossible.

Just like this …

As she turned back to where the creature's head was, she found herself thinking back to the last few days – leaving Arendelle, gathering everything, the journey ahead, and what they would find when they got there. Questions lingered, mind raced, but there was no conclusion she could reach that would satisfy her. Asking the twins had gotten her nowhere because they knew as little as her; this was actually the first time in millennia since they had heard from their 'father', and of course it was second-hand information from Mothra herself. The gigantic goddess had only told them what she herself knew, or at least what she was willing to give out. Elsa was privately frustrated. The not knowing of an uncertain future, the possibility of a new threat. Both prospects ate away at her, but there was no way of her coming to any sort of answer right now, no matter how much she pondered.

With a sigh, she walked over towards the head of the gigantic moth, gazing out at the great expanse of puffy whiteness, the breeze blowing past her and across her face like she was on one of the many beaches of her kingdom's coast. It had been only a short time since they left Arendelle, yet her decision to leave and come here.

Was almost like it happened this morning.

With voices amongst the crowd dying down, the Arendelle queen cleared her throat, her purple buttoned dress feeling tight, constricting her breathing and feeling like it was trying to prevent her heart from breaking free and running again. Run to the North Mountain, back to where the palace had once stood. Run away from here.

'No!'

As much as she desired to do just that, Elsa knew this situation would not go away by ignoring it. No fear or hiding or words would save Arendelle. Only action, in this case unorthodox action, would be the only solution.

At least that was the hope.

Stepping onto an ice platform by the so called 'Monster Fountain', the nickname given by the people to the creation for the statues of the enormous behemoths that had fought here so long ago, Elsa spoke.

"My fellow citizens, my people," she announced, her voice carrying out authoritatively across the courtyard, silencing all conversation and muttering, hundreds of pairs of eyes now fixed on the young monarch, awaiting to hear what she had to say.

"I stand before you this moment as someone not wishing to exert their control or present false promises. Nor do I wish to deceive you and bring you into complacency over our current dilemma. No."

A pause. Eyes glanced to and fro in the crowd, doubt hanging in the air. Some glared, others sighed and shook their heads in annoyance and frustration, already concluding the speech was just another farce, a simple-minded vomit of rhetoric that ignored the reality of the world they were in.

"I stand before you to apologise for my mistakes." Muttering broke out, many wondering if it was the current predicament she was referring to. Still, there was doubt. She's only breaking the ice, leading in to try and convince us we will be safe. It will come soon. Empty and meaningless words will be spouted.

"I apologise for the Great Winter and nearly dooming us all years ago. I have tried to make amends, and for a time we prospered. We were safe and happy, and I hoped to myself that I had paid my debt and earned your forgiveness."

"But none of us expected the world to change with the revelation that we are not alone, that the world has been the home of gigantic creatures and powers beyond even my own comprehension. We suffered, and even when we were on the road to recovery, we suffered again. I have tried to save us all and those around us. I have tried to make the world realise that I am not controlling or manipulating these creatures into doing my bidding. Yet, I have failed there as well."

More murmurs, even a few normal sounding vocalisations of agreement rang out, drawing a glare from Anna, who stood beside the platform. How she wanted to snap back at them, to tell them that all of this was unprecedented and not the queen's fault. Even if they did not listen, her motor mouth did not want to put them in their place.

'Conceal, don't feel, don't let it show!' the young red-haired princess told herself, allowing a brief moment of irony to come forth. 'Great, now I'm turning into Elsa. May as well give me ice powers!'

"So, I stand before you now to deliver this message on my course of action, one that I believe and hope will save our kingdom."

Another pause, the moment of anticipation before the deliverance of the future. The deep breath before the plunge, the moment of silence before the verdict.

"I have reason to believe I know the presence of Godzilla himself, and I will be going out to find him."

The news hit the crowd as if they had just been told the world around them was a lie, that their lives were an illusion, or that the very name of their kingdom was a falsehood. Silence. No muttering or words came about. Some mouths fell agape, brains stopped for the briefest of seconds, all thoughts and processes halting in their perpetual activity to keep their hosts going.

Elsa inhaled, a small bead of sweat forming on her brow, fearing the immediate future. Anna noticed her sister's rising anxiety and readied herself to jump up and comfort her, fearing another winter was going to plunge Arendelle back into the ice age.

The queen continued. "I am aware that such news is … well, to put it frankly, unparalleled, even with our new understanding of the world and what it holds. Yet, it has become a necessary decision for me to make if we are to return to the peace and prosperity we once knew."

"How do we know you're aren't just running away again?!" a man in the crowd barked at her.

Many in the gathering of citizens agreed. How convenient! We're in the middle of a slump that's not getting any better, and she decides to pack up and leave?! What about us?! She'll just take her family and leave! And how does she even know where that thing, that monster is?!

It's a lie! A damn lie! She's just trying to save herself! She left us before, and she'll do it again!

Elsa looked and saw Anna step forward and try to reason with one bystander. A few guards standing around the platform held back one or two people in the crowd who advanced towards her, resulting in a few pushes and shoves and harsh words being exchanged. Anna too began to argue with the woman and her husband; another few bystanders trying to calm them down.

The wind picked up, anger surged through her veins, ice swirled at her fingertips, chest began to heave. How could they disbelieve her? She was doing this for them! She was trying to save everything they knew! How could they be so ungrateful! Did they not care about the future?

'No!' She stopped herself, mantra replaying in her head. 'Conceal, don't feel! Conceal, don't feel!

"Silence!"

A powerful gust of wind almost knocked everyone backwards. Hats and jackets were sent flying. Some children clutched onto their parents, fearing they would be swept away and never seen again. Even a rifle one of the guards held was knocked out of his hands. Silence fell, all eyes falling on the queen and that was enough to halt any further desire of interrupting her.

Elsa's expression was hard; eyes practically aflame with blue fire, snow circling her hands as if trying to encase herself in ice. Her lips were curled back into what looked like a snarl, teeth gritted, ready to lunge out at anyone who tried to stop her, who would tell her what she could and could not do! Who-

"Elsa!" Her sister's concerned voice snapped her out of reality and she seemed to snap out of her defensive stance, fearing losing control.

She took a deep breath, calmed and softened her expression, though it remained firm.

"I know this is a difficult time, and that some of you are suspecting history is repeating itself – I don't blame you. I blame myself for everything getting to this level and you are right to be angry with me. But I, as your queen and monarch, and therefore your protector, promise you this: I will return and the current situation we are in will be resolved when I come back."

"Are you going to kill Godzilla?" A woman wearing a blue dress with braces, her blonde hair tied in a bun, holding her daughter by her hand, asked.

That question floored Elsa, the very notion having not come to her until this woman had just asked her. The world became a blur as she began to realise the exact repercussions of what she was saying to everyone and what they were interpreting it as, yet she had underestimated it too.

Would it come to something like that? Would she have to? Could she … could she even … do it?

"Elsa!" Anna's voice came to her, but it sounded more distant. "Elsa!" it came again, more urgent and concerned.

A hand landed on her shoulder and she gasped …

"Elsa!"

… and turned to see her sister standing before her, clad in her peach coloured, sleeved summer dress, her braids hanging loosely over her shoulders. She stared concerned at Elsa, worried for her elder sibling and the lack of contact over the past couple of days.

"Are you okay?" Anna asked her.

Elsa swallowed, nodded, calming herself. "Y-yeah. Sorry. I-I must have zoned out for a moment,"

Silence fell between them, punctuated by the beating of the wings of Mothra and, though it sounded quite distant, the conversation of the others behind them. Elsa could feel Anna's eyes boring away at her, knowing that her sister was no fool and that her answer was not going to be convincing enough for her. She would get it out of her eventually. Besides, Elsa did feel a little guilty with the way she had been treating her family.

"Anna," Elsa spoke, turning to look at her younger sibling. "Are you okay?" she asked.

She nodded. "Of course, I am, but I know you're not!" Anna told her. "Elsa, I know this is all bothering you. It's bothering me too, but we have to stay strong and together. We will get through this."

Elsa nodded, looking away for a moment. "I know," she sighed. "But, Anna, I want to apologise for my behaviour towards you," she said, looking at her sister, wanting to show how much she meant she was sorry. "I've been so horrible and stressed. I-I didn't mean to snap at you or hurt you."

Anna took Elsa's hands in hers and pulled her into a hug. "It's okay," she comforted her, gently rubbing her back. "I'm not going anywhere. We'll get through this." A pause as Anna pulled away for a moment, looking directly into her sister's eyes. "Just promise me that we'll do this together, okay?"

Elsa smiled and nodded. "I promise," she replied laconically, meaning both words.

Anna pulled her sister back into the hug, squeezing her tight, resting her head on her shoulder. "I'll be holding you to that."

Elsa smiled, tightening her own hug of her sibling, wanting the moment to last forever, for everything to go back to normal, for them to be able to gossip and talk and enjoy walks in the mountains, to sit and fall asleep in the castle gardens after a picnic with the boys, to … to be happy. Not the temporary sort to simply quench one's desires for pleasure, but the permanent sort, or at least near enough. The old normality, the way things used to be.

A world away in time and distance, yet it seemed so close, so close to being realised once again.

Everything Elsa wanted, for her and her kingdom, for her friends, and for her sister. All of it banked on this journey to find him and see what was going on.

"Elsa! Anna!" Moll called from nearby, snapping the two out of their embrace.

The young oriental woman came down to the girls, looking out at the sky before. "We're here!"

The two girls looked at each other confused. "Here? What do you mean?" Anna asked.

The air rushed past them and they were suddenly engulfed in a world of grey and white as they felt Mothra descend into the clouds. Moll pulled the Arendelle queen and princess to one of the antennae and crouched down, eyes clamped shut. The wind howled like a roar, their clothes flapping in the breeze – Anna's braids were practically hitting her sister in the face. The two held onto each other, leaning into the antennae. What the hell is Mothra doing? How can she see where she's going in all this? Are we going to crash? What if we land in the ocean or hit a mountain on the way down to … to … where?

With a loud THWUMP, the howling of the wind ceased. Elsa and Anna grabbed hold of the antennae to prevent themselves from being thrown into the air. Moll, no doubt her own power, was able to stay upright, though her body was tense during the descent. The gigantic moth slowed, they felt it, a growing pressure in their heads. The wings slowed from full beats to small open-close movements. Mothra tilted her head and body up (doing this to extend her legs) as she rushed through a thinning cloud layer.

Elsa opened her eyes, seeing white be replaced by a grey sky that rushed away from her. Then a layer of green and several bumps seemed to shoot up from the ground like they were striking out determined to knock them out of the sky. A gradual warm air replaced the rather chilling one. The wind died down more, resembling a small breeze akin to when she would wave one over a person on a hot day to cool them down. Mothra slowed even more as she approached what they knew was the surface of … wherever they were. The girls gritted their teeth, awaiting the THUD and bump that would ripple through their bodies and rattle their skulls.

A jolt in mid-air, a flap of the wings, then a slow vertical descent. Those on the back of the gigantic moth watched as they neared the ground, another jolt running through them to confirm they had landed. Some loud, child-like exclamations from nearby told them Olaf was likely surveying their surroundings, taking in the lush green wilderness that seemed to stretch on in all directions, dotted with various mountains and hills. A large river was visible in the near distance, and further beyond that was another mountain, this one much larger than any of the others around them, even some of those back in Arendelle. It was craggy and uneven, covered with ridges and drops, with countless points that one would normally designate as the peak lining the top. A few groups of trees covered various parts of its surface, but the large mountain was mostly barren. It looked as though several mountains had been jammed together randomly and unevenly, almost artificial in a way.

Strange.

Their ground shook as Mothra began to walk forward, her legs driving deep into the ground, rustling the leaves of the trees some tens of feet below, even splashing a little as a river ran between through the forest. Before them, looming over like another, even larger beast, was another mountain. Whilst it looked more natural with more trees covering the surface and the shape looking more as if it had become so by tectonic movements, there was a huge opening – jagged, uneven and craggy, as if something had dug the side of the mountain out – that led into a large cave, again looking like the mouth of a large creature.

"That looks really unsettling," Kristoff's voice said as he climbed down to the girls; Olaf and Sven in tow.

Anna and Elsa nodded silently, the former reaching for the latter's hand and clasping it tightly, calming her to a degree. Olaf waddled up beside them and made a positive statement of wondering what lay before them. The other Arendelle members asked themselves the same, though for less positive reasons.

"Moll, Lora," Elsa spoke up, glancing at the two women. Both looked relaxed, happy, even excited to be here, even failing to contain their smiles as they looked at the Arendelle queen. "What is this place?"

Light seemed to disappear as Mothra passed into the cave, bending low a little. "It is where Mosura has made a small home for herself, and her eggs."

Four heads snapped in their direction, eyes wide, mouths agape, all asking: What?!

They saw the outline of the caves turn right and Mothra went before coming to a halt before an enormous lit chamber. And right in the middle were two large eggs.