The wind whipped past them, blowing their hair as if they were caught in the middle of a storm, making the group feel like they were going to be blown out off the giant moth's back despite them laying prone as much as they could against the furry surface of said creature, its gigantic wings flapping either side of them. Clouds rushed by overhead and in the distance to the east the sun began to its descent, soon to be swallowed by the ocean and allow night to have its time lording over the world below before the cycle happened again.

"Where did she drop him?" Anna called to Moll, who was crouched beside her, though the sound of the wind drowned out her voice partially.

"I'm sorry, Princess Anna?" Moll replied, leaning in close to her. Anna repeated her question, this time being heard by the Mu woman. "Somewhere nearby, far out among some craggy island inlets.

As soon as she spoke, as if on cue, Mothra descended, dropping almost like a stone dropped from a great height. The Arendelle group and their Mu counterparts clasped tightly onto Mothra's skin, practically hugging it, feeling that weight feeling like one would jump from one place to the next over a drop or precipice of sorts. The wings bent backwards, the sound of the wing rushing past them akin to a cry of a powerful storm. Anna tucked her head into her armpit, wanting it to end. Kristoff wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close, shielding her with his body.

Suddenly, it was as if the world bounced, and they felt like their organs had leapt inside them. Mothra's wings flapped once, hard, then again in a softer fashion. A moment passed, then two. THUD! She landed on something hard and the sound of the sea began to faintly reach them from somewhere nearby. Gingerly, Anna and the others looked up to see they were now surrounded by ocean, its salty smell surrounding her. Below, she could see Mothra standing on a large craggy rock about double her size protruding out of the ocean, the waves lapping against its side. A few other small rocks stuck out in the ocean and see around them, though they were at least at a distance of a few hundred metres, but nothing grew on them. They were as desolate as the tallest mountains that surrounded Arendelle.

Mothra crouched down and lowered her wing, allowing the others to slide down to the ground. When they had done it, the gigantic moth stood back up and peered over the side of the rock into the sea as if looking for something. The others followed her gaze, but could quite literally see nothing given that the sea, as beautiful and blue as it allowed, was quite dark in its lower depths. If there was something she could see, it had to be down there.

"What is it?" Kristoff asked the Mu twins.

Lora replied. "She laid him down here in the sea, the rocks were too small for his form and she was worried Cthulhu would see her and sense he was still alive."

The moth made a chirping noise, her antennae twitching a little, the enormous eyes turning to them. The Arendelle group shrank away a little, nervous at the gaze of the titan.

The two Mu twins, however, gave Mothra a pair of concerned, then increasingly anxious expressions.

"Mosura, w-what are you going to do?" Moll asked, alarming the others.

Before they could ask, said creature launched herself into the air, moving some distance away and above the island before flapping her wings, though the draft was enough to force the group back and have them turn away to shield their faces from any dust or debris. They watched as Mothra flapped her wings once, then twice, going higher into the sky as if she was going to leave them there. Such a morbid though did cross Kristoff's mind, but he kept it to himself.

Then, she dropped like a stone, zooming towards the ocean like a meteor about to hit the earth. With a thunderous SPLASH, the moth ploughed into the watery world a good hundred or so metres ahead of the others and disappeared from sight. The group retreated up a raised section of the rock as several waves crashed into where they were.

Anna turned to Moll and Lora. "What is she doing?" she asked.

"Godzilla," came the laconic reply from the twins in unison.

The copper-haired princess stared at them, then at the water, then at Kristoff and Sven, both of whom looked as shocked as her, both at the feat Mothra had just done and as to where her destination was.
Their minds raced with anticipation.

What was she, or even he, going to do?

Darkness surrounded the moth on all sides, the light from above fading the deeper she went. Though she had the power to light her way with her antennae, and to also dispel the water around her as she descended, creating a sort of bubble, to prevent her from drowning, she still felt nervous. Her large, luminous eyes swept the ubiquitous ocean around her as if fearing that something was going to suddenly reach out and grab her.

Given how the world was, maybe there even was something down here that could do that. After all, she was an air titan, not a water one like Godzilla. If something down here really wanted to, and it probably could given its evolution, it could sneak up on her and attack before she even had a chance to react. The moth's mind raced with terrifying, morbid thoughts. Would it strike from behind (Mothra paused and turned her body around for a second or two to ease her fears), or would it come from below (she looked down, scouring for anything that looked out of the ordinary besides the schools of fish that darted away at the sudden exposure to bright light)? If something was here, would it yank her down into the depths and tear her to pieces, offering a somewhat quick death? Or would it seek to keep her in the ocean until she drowned? After all, she could not stay down here forever.

She pushed these thoughts aside. I must find him.

On she pushed, but stopped when a brief crystalline blue briefly flashed somewhere below her, then faded away into the darkness again. She waited; eyes trained on the spot. One second. Two. Three. Four.

There it was again, accompanied by a faint rumble.

There!

She dived down, rushing towards the light, hoping that it would not move or fade away completely. As she approached where she last saw it, she saw the ocean floor beneath her, though to her right was the side of the entrance to an enormous trench, the inside of which looked darker than she ever thought possible. As for how far it went down, she had no idea, but preferred not to know.

Another blue flash lit up her world briefly again. It came from a shape that lay on the floor a good distance from the trench, looking entirely out of place with where it lay. She saw dorsal fins sticking out of the top of the object and a long gradually thin part of lay sticking out of the back. The light came again!

Yes!

As she neared, she saw the form of her target come more into view, though almost immediately she could sense its life was weak, which as evidenced further by the massive wounds across the side of the body and the thin trail of bubbles that came from its mouth.

Gojira. He's weak.

She neared him, slowly, tentatively, wondering if he was able to even recognise or even sense she was near. She watched as the head moved slightly, then a golden eye flickered, focusing on the flying shape that hovered – or floated, he did not know -before and just above him.

M-M-Mosura!

The moth slowed just before him, rubbing her antennae against his snout, the size difference between the two colossal beings terrifying. If he wanted to, he could lash out and inflict the horrifying scenarios she had played out in her head moments before. Part of her thanked that he was not in such a good state, though she hoped to change that.

Yes, I'm here.

A low moan echoed out through the ocean as the form tried to shift, but only managed to do so a little. Why … why did you … return?

She could sense his voice, hear it inside her. It was faint, weak, tired. The battle had taken it out of him, and she was sure that he could die, or at least remain this way for a long time.

I came to bring you back.

She saw the eye open a little wider than before, though it shrank back to its faint gaze.

Why?

Because you are needed, Gojira. Mothra's voice, soft, yet direct; calm, but firm, replied. I cannot give up on you, and neither would she.

A low groan was the response. Annoyed? Frustrated? Pained? Maybe all three and more? Probably, but she pressed on.

Gojira, they need you.

The same moan, though mixed with a more noticeably frustrated grunt came back from him. You should have left me here, Mosura.

To die?

I won't die!

It was more irritable, even if weak. But to wallow here in pain for what I did, what I have done.

Mothra let out a noise of protest, though the ocean muffled and restricted it to just her bubble. No, Gojira! That I cannot allow!

The male titan looked up at her with weak eyes, the sadness, the resigned feeling palpable. It's what I deserve, Mosura. The village and the ship are enough of that. Leave.

She protested vehemently. I won't, Gojira. She paused, her voice ringing out through the surrounding waters, almost matching the rumble of his she had felt earlier. She calmed herself. Gojira, I cannot forget what you did to the humans, and you are flawed, but you are not a mindless creature of destruction. There are those who can see that, and I mean humans, not only me.

He did not reply, but shifted a little, his eye looking down at the floor underneath it. Contemplating? Dismissing? She did not know, but pressed on.

Gojira, they need you, as do I. We need you.

He looked back up at her, seeing that some of the melancholy had been replaced with a more reluctant, even forced curiosity.

Why?

Because I believe in you.

Direct, no beating around the bush. Gojira, you have maintained the balance of life for many millennia, keeping the world in harmony with your kind and others. Yes, you have made mistakes and had to act out of bounds, even aggression, but you have kept it going.

He protested, cutting her off. And yet I failed. His eye motioned towards the wounds across his body to make his point. What good am I?

No, you only lost. You can get back up, you can continue! Cthulhu cannot be allowed to take your place. His own rationality is that he should lead, that he knows what he is doing. He will lead to chaos. He will upset the balance of power.

Godzilla looked up at her, looking more alarmed. As much as he was in pain, he knew that the prospect of a world ruled by Cthulhu, who, while no doubt powerful, had the potential to throw everything into chaos was terrifying. Life would be derailed, many creatures, humans included would die by their thousands, maybe even millions, upsetting the order he had spent eons fiercely protecting and ensuring would stay on its rightful course. Life would collapse, even cease to exist.

No!

But could he do anything? He was too injured to do anything; Cthulhu had really hurt him. It could be years until he recovered, maybe even longer, much too late to stop him and retake the throne of nature that was not, should not be his. And about El-

That name sent a spike of anger through Godzilla, his mind flashing with images of her freezing him, the ice covering his body, encasing him in a tomb.

Gojira, please do not be angry at Elsa. Mothra's serene voice spoke, a desperate undertone noticeable underneath it. She is as much a victim as you are.

She disappointed me! His voice, while not furious, was clearly angry. She led him to me, froze me. I told her to go home, to forget, but she did not listen.

She is as stubborn as you are.

He glared at her. I am not, Mosura.

You are. And you have allowed yourself to give up, to no longer be the titan, the guardian that you are, Gojira. But you must not give up. She needs you, as does the world.

A sigh, heavy, yet seemingly realising that the gigantic moth before him was right. He could not give up, even if history had repeated itself. He had to take a stand, to get back up, to rise once again and take back his throne and restore the balance before it was too late.

Only …

Even if I could, Mosura, I cannot fight. My body is broken.

She leaned in close, her own body beginning to glow a sky-blue colour, almost pure white as its brightness increased in intensity. Godzilla had to close his eyes to avert any blindness, though it still seemed to break through and make him see flashes.

Gojira. Mothra's voice came to him through the light as if she were an angel having descended from heaven. He opened his eyes a little and saw her outline in the brightness before him, though very vaguely. Promise me two things.

What is it?

Promise me you will do whatever it takes to restore the balance.

Of course.

Thank you. And please, save my offspring.

The light engulfed the world like a supernova and consumed Godzilla and the ocean around him. A power rushed through his veins, a feeling of strength, adrenaline, rebirth. He felt his wounds close; the fiery breath be reignited. His tail whipped, kicking up a thick cloud of sand and dust, scattering all sorts of aquatic life. His eyes burned with new life, an untapped inner force awakening, glowing blue to rival that of Mothra's own.

The ocean shifted as he pushed himself up from the floor, aiming for the surface.

On the rock, the group scoured the waters in all directions, trying to find anything that would hint Mothra, or even Godzilla returning to the surface. A small ripple, a sudden burst of water exploding into the air, a rumble from below, a bright light. Anything!

Anna, who was near the side of the rocky island, looked back at Moll and Lora. "I have nothing here," she said, glancing back out at the ocean just to make sure. "Do you see anything?" she asked the twins.

Moll shook her head. "My eyes see nothing out of the ordinary, Princess Anna," she replied.

"Everyone! Come quick!" Lora called out from the other side of the island.

The others rushed over, skidding to a halt just next to her, and she pointed out across the sea in the space between the rocky islands. "Look!" she exclaimed.

Their gazes followed her arm. At first, there was nothing but the gentle movement of the waves, their lapping against the shores of the islands accompanied by the sound and smell of the ocean breeze. Where was it Lora was-

Their eyes stopped dead at a spot on the surface of the water a hundred metres away. It shifted, swished and swashed, then began to turn, forming a circular pattern. A maelstrom. A bright blue glow began to arise from the spot, growing in luminosity with every passing second. Anna and Kristoff exchanged nervous looks, the latter instinctively clasping the hand of his girlfriend and giving it a reassuring squeeze. Sven took a pace back; apprehension clear on his face. Moll and Lora were also anxious but could not take their eyes away from the growing light, wondering if Mothra was well. The maelstrom grew in size and began to move towards their island, prompting the group to back away, thinking it was going to slam into them and knock them into the water. They thought about jumping into the sea, but realised such an idea would be futile. They would not get far, and even if they did they would not last long out here in the ocean.

Suddenly, as if a giant cannonball had exploded, a wall of water was thrown up with a defining CRASH and SPLASH and then fell upon them, soaking them to the skin. Moll and Lora cried out. Anna and Kristoff grabbed the Mu twins and yanked them back.

A shadow rose and fell over the island. They looked up and gasped; Moll hiding behind Lora and Sven standing in front of the group protectively, though he too was absolutely petrified.

Standing before them, towering over the group and the island and surrounding sea like a hill, a mountain, a literal god (not too far off, realistically) was Godzilla. It had not been the first time the group had been so close to him, let alone having him tower over them, yet it was still incredibly intimidating all the same. Having the feeling that an enormous creature with the power to devastate entire cities and wipe out tens of thousands and could fight other creatures of similar size to itself as if it were a sport quite literally stand right over you would be enough to terrify any individual. Yet, the aforementioned previous experience did help ease their nerves, but only a little.

As Godzilla shook the water off his massive form, the initial shock and amazement wore off and those below could see the state his body was in. Whilst it was largely back to normal, immense scars ran along the side and front of his chest as if someone had struck them with a hammer or knife. Some of his dorsal plates too were cracked and there were a series of scars and marks around his neck and face; his left eye being a little more closed than before. His breathing too was a little heavier, as if he had just finished a marathon and was trying to get his breath back. A blue glow occasionally flared up along his dorsal plates and along his tail like small fires raging inside his body.

Maybe there are Kristoff mentally told himself as he assessed the enormous creature before him. Even though we've known Godzilla for years, we actually don't really know that much about him.

"Mosura!" Moll and Lora exclaimed in unison.

Looking up, they saw said moth slowly amble her way from behind Godzilla's back, clinging tightly to his form, though it was immediately obvious that she was really struggling to do so. Her antennae were drooped, her wings hung low, her eyes having lost that gleam that had transfixed those who looked upon her so many times. In short, she looked, quite literally, half-dead.

"What did she do?" Anna breathed, not taking her eyes off the titans.

"She must have given her life-force to Godzilla to help him recover quicker," Lora said, also not looking at the human princess, too focused on her giant moth guardian's attempts to hold onto a dorsal plate with one of her legs. "But she's very weak!" she added worryingly.

Godzilla noticed his contemporary's weakness and took a couple of steps back, his body going from waist high to chest high in the sea, then leaned forward. Mothra climbed, or more correctly staggered over his head onto the rock and then collapsed onto it, just missing the group who moved out of the way in time. Her body rose and fell with heavy breaths, and she looked like she was going to pass out.

Before the group could attend to her, though, a low, deep rumbling growl sent shivers down their spines as they all turned their attention back to Godzilla, though quickly wished they had not. He was glaring down at them, his eyes now burning angrily, teeth bared and a snarl passing his lips as he leaned towards them intimidatingly. Moll yanked Lora back, petrified and on the point of tears. Kristoff ushered Sven away, mentally wishing Elsa or someone was here to rescue them. Godzilla leaned in closer, asserting his dominance over the group, his hot angry breath washing over them. Mothra made a noise, high-pitched, but weak, as if pleading with him, but he ignored her.

"Anna!" Kristoff shouted in alarm.

Anna walked towards Godzilla, though she was shaking in her shoes, every fiber of her body screaming at her to run before this gigantic creature lunged at her. She paused a moment, as if contemplating doing just that, but took another step closer to Godzilla, her eyes holding a pleading, begging look. It was like a sinner going before their god to beg for forgiveness; the weight of their actions and wrongdoings literally weighing them down to the point where if it were real, it would quite literally cause them to collapse into a messy heap. Yet, she pressed on, coming to a halt some fifty feet before him. She had to do this. As terrifying, petrifying, insurmountably horrifying as it was, she had to, hoping desperately it was not too late.

Meeting the glare of the titan before her, she spoke. "Godzilla … I-I don't know if you remember me," she began, quickly stopping and mentally hitting herself. Oh great, what a way to start. Of course he'll remember you! You're the sister of his … his … girlfriend, or human companion or equal?! Wait, no. That's not possible, they're two different species. It would never work out, though it would be pretty awesome, but still it would just be way too different for this this world. Plus, he's really huge and terrifying and - Ah!

She looked back up. "Sorry, I mean, of course you remember me," she said, giving a small nod of respect, hoping it would appease him, though a quick glance showed he was still glaring down at her like a human when they come across an insect or pest in their home. "Look, Godzilla, I know this must be hard for you to believe, but Elsa is entirely innocent. She didn't want to hurt you, she wanted to save you!" she explained, her voice vehement, but desperate. "Really, she did!"

He just continued to gaze angrily at her, still clearly miffed. It's not working, he won't believe me!

Anna sank to her knees, a few tears running down her face, clasping her hands together, begging, pleading with him. "Godzilla, I don't blame you for being angry. I am as well, but right now we need you. Elsa is going to fight Cthulhu; she wants revenge for you."

He still glared, but noticed his mouth closed, his eyes widen a little in semi-realisation at her words, noticing them momentarily shift from her to the direction of the main island.

"Please, Godzilla, no matter how you feel, you have to save her!" Anna begged, her voice breaking. "Please! Please, don't let her die because of her own anger."

He looked down at her, his expression firmer now than angry. Not exactly a perfect change, but better than before. Anna and the others looked on tensely, the young princess shaking more with fear as she Godzilla look fully in the direction of the island as if trying to search for Elsa. Maybe he's trying to telepathically reach her? That's kind of how we got here in the first of!

Godzilla looked down at the little red-haired human before him, then once more back at the island. Anna could see he was contemplating something. Would he help them? Would he go and save Elsa from Cthulhu? Or not?

Her thoughts turned darker, more frightening. What if he decided to go after Elsa instead? What if he tried to fight her, to get revenge for her trying to freeze him in ice? She had done that, there was no way to excuse it, but did he understand she had been forced to do it? Did he even care? After all, Elsa was probably the only human alive now who could face Godzilla in a fight. Yet, if it did come down to that, it was almost certain she would not survive. Having ice powers and using them on guards and smaller titans before had been one thing, but this was something completely different. A huge titan with the willpower and strength of a hurricane and the ability to shoot blue fire was not something one could easy fend off. Injured or not, near death or fully healthy, he could and no doubt would fight.

With one final, ambiguous, firm glance at the group on the island, Godzilla dove into the ocean, his huge form pushing the water aside as the size of the creature descended into it. Huge waves crashed against the shore, throwing a torrent towards Anna, but she backed away just in time to avoid getting soaked again. She and the others watched as his dorsal plates cut through the surface, then sank beneath the waves and disappeared from sight, returning the sea to its calm form it was before.

"Anna!" Kristoff rushed over and hugged her, wiping the water from her head. "Are you alright?!"

She just nodded, her mind racing. What was he going to do? What was he going to do? She had looked into his eyes, trying desperately to gauge what he was thinking, but she was no titan mind-reader, or had no special connection to him like Elsa or Mothra. As much as she tried to push the pessimistic thoughts out of her head, the prospect of Godzilla targeting her sister was … was … oh, it was too much! Too much!

"Moll, Lora, did you manage to pick up on what he might do?" Anna asked them.

Both girls shook their heads, totally at a loss. "We could not, Princess Anna," Moll told her. "We are just as in the dark as you are." She paused and looked in the direction Godzilla had gone. "Whatever happens next, it will be his decision."

"Then we have to go back to the island!" Anna declared, rising to her feet, determination rushing through her. Her eyes glowed with that passionate, fiery gleam, that sparkle of bravery and unwavering drive they had come to know so often with the old Anna. "We have to get back before Elsa gets to Cthulhu, or Godzilla gets to them both." She added the last clause more gravely.

"What about Mosura?" Lora asked.

As if in reply, Mothra tried to stand up, but fell on the first attempt. She tried again, this time managing to hold her footing, though only just. She turned towards them, opening her wings and giving them a weak, but defiant flap; her antennae raised.

Let's g-g-go!

Moll and Lora exchanged concerned glances with Kristoff, Sven and Anna, knowing the condition of the moth was likely not going to be enough to get them back to the island. But there was no other way, apart from swimming but it would be nightfall by the time they got back, and it would all be over by then. All eyes fell on the twins. Though Mothra had her own independent mind, it would be down to them if they really went or not.

One look at Anna's pleading face was enough for them.

"Let us go," Moll said.

Minutes later, they were on the back of the giant moth, slowly but surely, with a lot of difficulty, flying back towards the main island, the sound of the flapping wings much duller than before.