The next morning

The walk back through the jungle, partly because of the storm that had made the ground slippery and partially flooded, which in turn had brought down a few trees, impeding any quick route back to the mountain where Mothra's nest lay. Elsa had muddied her dress and shoes to the point where she had had to go into a small cave and, after dissipating her dress and shoes, crafted an exact replacement before continuing on. The warm rain outside and humid air inside the mountain made her think that she was surely going to get another cold like she had done years ago on Anna's birthday. Thankfully, now, day had arisen and the storm outside had been replaced with a mostly clear sky, the odd cloud lazily drifting across the sea of blue, sun blazing and basking the world in its warmth. Life around the island was awake and active, its various noises filling the air with a calming natural chorus.

Yet, Elsa had also taken her time because she had struggled to get going in the first place. Her mind had not been able to properly process what she had done. At one moment, the ground around her had been covered with vegetation and, no doubt, habitats for animals, a perfectly habitable ecosystem. Then suddenly, huge sections of it had been quite literally glassed into ruin, and all because of … lightning? She had silently pondered over it for the night, finding it hard to fall back asleep as she laid down next to her sister, adrenaline still coursing through her veins, replaying the bright flash, the loud boom, and the scene of devastation all around her.

Did I really do all of that?

As obvious as it sounded, she found that she could not answer it, whether out of disbelief or not understanding, both were possible. How could she have such a power and not know about it? Was it something that had only decided to reveal itself during a storm? If so, why not in the past? She had been in storms before and had never felt anything like this. Even when she had unleashed the Great Winter almost five years ago, her powers had never stretched onto this sort of level. Why now?

She had pondered more, thinking back to the dream she had in Arendelle, trying to relive it in as much detail as possible. Specifically, the part where she had tried to defend herself from Godzilla as he destroyed Arendelle. Something had happened then, something powerful that had shaken her body to its core and caused her to pass out, only avoiding being saved by the pile of snow on the ground in the courtyard. Some of her guards and people had taken note of huge 'scorch marks' across the side of the walls, some sections even suffering some damage. Elsa had wondered about them, but with the preparations of going to the other side of the world taking precedent, she had had to push it one side for now and come back to it later on when they returned.

But now it looked as if she had unintentionally stumbled across the answer to that question, yet had also created another. Why?

The Arendelle queen, now sitting on a rock inside the chamber near the tiny stream, sighed, unable to come to any sort of conclusion. The last few days had really stressed her out. First, they had to come here and see this 'Father' figure, who they – frustratingly – had yet to meet; second, last night with Godzilla had really left her distraught and hurt, and now there was this new side to her powers. Why was all this happening? What sort of thing was it going to lead to? What else was next?

So many questions, almost no answers. A frustrating and worrying scenario.

She snapped out of her stupor as she heard a low crooning noise fill the air. In the corner of the chamber, she saw Mothra nuzzle Baby Mothra, her larger antennae running smoothly across its head and back, both monsters sitting on the floor to rest as Mothra still had not completely recovered from the journey. The younger form nuzzled into its mother and laid down next to her. Not far away near the back of the chamber was the remaining egg, still mostly wrapped in the thick layer of silk, which was attached to the walls of the chamber to stop it from rolling away. Olaf was sitting near it with Lora, humming to himself. Every now and then, he would get up and put his head against the side of the egg, listening intently for a few seconds, before announcing to the others (in this case currently, Elsa and Lora as the others were outside taking in the fresh air and stretching their legs) that the egg was doing fine. Kristoff, who had seen him doing this early in the morning before venturing outside, had commented that if the egg hatched and saw Olaf, whatever larvae was inside was going to think it was his mother, to which the snowman had gasped in delight and had started asking Lora and Moll about how to take care of it, how to feed it, if it would need changing etc. Lora had done her best to reassure him it would not be necessary, but eventually decided to play along and told him that a good thing was to listen to the baby whilst still in the egg to make sure it was okay. Olaf had taken this up willingly and had been doing it since the morning.

Elsa could not help but smile to herself at the show of the snowman's innocence. A little hint of humour in an uncertain time. Yet, it did not remove the many questions from her brain, or the apprehension that was gripping her like a vice, leaving her restless and uncertain. What was next? If Godzilla was being reclusive and they still had yet to find this 'Father' and now Elsa has this new power of hers, then who knew what else could happen here.

"Elsa?" Lora's voice came from across the chamber as she directed Olaf to check on the egg once again. "Are you well?" the young Asian woman asked with a concerned look.

Elsa stammered for a moment, struggling to reply. "Uh, … Y-yes!" she replied, though her face did not force an expression that complimented her words. "Just thinking,"

Lora got up and, after commending Olaf's task, walked over to the queen, sitting next to her. "I'm sorry, but I'm not convinced." She told her, voice soft, but there was a clear firm undertone to it. "Was it last night?"

Surprise flashed across the queen's face. "Y-you knew?!" she exclaimed, keeping her voice low so as not to disturb the others, though from the corner of her eyes she saw Mothra and Baby Mothra glance over in their direction.

Lora nodded. "I saw you return last night, dishevelled and looking a little pained and pale," she told her. "I wanted to wait until everyone else was gone or occupied, so as not to cause panic, as your sister told me about your previous exploits." A pause hung between them. "She worries about you a great deal."

Elsa went to reply, but stopped herself, turning her head to look out at the entrance to the chamber. She thought back to when Anna had tried to speak to her earlier on, noticing that Elsa was quiet and appeared to have been thinking about something weighing heavily on her mind. The queen had dismissed it, but Anna knew her better, though she did not want to cause an argument. When Kristoff, Sven and Moll were heading out, she told her that once she got back from the walk with them, she and Elsa were going to have a talk. Anna had said she did not want anything to be hidden, to have Elsa talk to her.

I will Elsa mentally told herself, accentuating it with a slight nod. I'll let her know what happened.

No more avoidance, no more talking, no more keeping her at arms-length about stuff.

Mothra and Baby Mothra looked up at the entrance to the chamber, the former emitting a low noise to garner the attention of those in the room with them. Lora, Elsa and Olaf caught on and looked in that direction too just as Sven came rushing round the corner with Anna, Kristoff and Moll close behind, all of them with panicked looks on their faces.

"Guys!" Anna exclaimed, rushing over to them, practically skidding to a halt, almost falling over had Elsa not gotten up and held her steady.

"Anna! What is it?!" The blonde woman told her, her voice now filled with worry.

"Y-you guys better come outside," Anna told them, gripping Elsa's hand tightly.

Lora and Elsa looked at her, then at Moll, the look on her face alone compatible with Anna's words. Silently, they went outside, Elsa subconsciously readying herself for whatever was outside, knowing it was probably going to result in something violent.

When they reached the outside, Lora gasped and Elsa went silent, then saw red, her free hand clenching into a fist, her other hand still held by Anna gripped it harder, her protectiveness of her younger sibling immediately kicking in akin to a mother protecting her cub. Anna winced noticeable and let out a small gasp of pain.

Standing before them, arms folded over her chest, face discontent and tight-lipped, was Belvera. Moll and Lora looked at their elder sister with surprised/worried expressions. It had been over a year since they had last met, and obviously that was not during auspicious circumstances, and they were at a loss for words for her to just come here.

Kristoff gripped Anna's shoulder, ready to pull her back in case the purple-haired woman did something malicious. Anna tried to put on a brave face, but her heart hammered away inside her and she shook from head to toe, fearing that Belvera was going to attack them, or worse kill Elsa again. The horrific images of the past played through her mind and she found herself gripping her sister's hand tighter. Elsa, on the other hand, gritted her teeth, ice swirling around her fingertips. She had not forgotten what Belvera had done to Arendelle, to her sister, and to her especially.

"What are you doing here?!" Elsa hissed at her through gritted teeth, voice laced with venom.

Belvera nodded, eyes looking at the ground momentarily, then back up at the group. She showed no aggression, no malice. In fact, to their surprise, she looked a little worn out, tired.

"I came here to see you," she replied to them normally. "No fighting."

The others exchanged a series of looks; unconvinced, worried, even a little angry. Was this a trick? Was she trying to pull the wool over their eyes? Elsa lightened her mood a little, but still remained on high alert.

"Do you expect us to believe that?!" Elsa snapped at her, her free hand running over her abdomen as if reliving the pain Megaguirus had dealt her. "You nearly destroyed everything last time. Why should we believe you now?!"

"Because I want to help!" Belvera retorted vehemently. "You need it!"

Kristoff spoke up. "And what do you mean 'We need help'? Why would we believe you?!"

Belvera sighed. "Because it will solve this problem of yours with Godzilla, and help the rest of the world too." She explained and looked at her sisters, both standing just behind Elsa, nervousness palpable in their features. "Moll, Lora, you need to come with me," she looked at the Arendelle group. "As do all of you too." She added to them.

"W-why?" Moll spoke up. "What are you planning, Belvera?"

"Nothing," The elder of the three Mu sisters replied. "It's because Father wants to see you all."