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"Frozen Again Christmas Special:
'Angels We Have Heard on High'
Part 1
"Entertain Angels Unawares"
Tinkle...tinkle...
Somewhere long ago and faraway across the crystalline blue seas, the frozen mystery called the 'Land of the Midnight Sun' glistens in the early morning dawn. Cool whispers of winter flow on the soft wind flowing over it, carrying musical traces of a single tiny playful snowflake magically increasing into seven ice crystals to dance in trifling tinkles of tintinnabulation against a certain frosted windowpane.
Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh…
"…!" Shivering awake within the lavish confines of a beautiful tiered fairytale castle where that windowsill existed, a special young woman gasps for air. The stunning pale blonde, who was more than marginally familiar with the cold, stirs without a word from what could only be described as a perplexing dream.
It was not exactly a frightening nightmare, but neither was this recurring nighttime escapade a mere pleasant slumbered fantasy. Queen Elsa of Arendelle, after experiencing so many grand adventures, spiritual upheavals and personal changes in her now 26 years of an extraordinary and blessed life, had seen her share of terrifying night terrors. Both unnatural and purposely induced to possess her, this gifted daughter of Norwegian and Northuldran heritage had witnessed fearful scenarios—filled with marauding ocean pirates and evil Djævlen trolls who had tried to warp her thoughts and dominate her essence—which could still strike fear into her soul by night, from time to time.
However, every shadow of those nightmares and all embers of anxieties ceased exactly nine months ago to this day. By and large owing to a certain devilishly handsome and charming prince, who made all Elsa's dreams come true when he claimed her as his very own, for a lifetime and more.
In a word, the singular hero named 'Hans Westergaard' was the reason the entirety of Elsa Bernadotte's secret terrors stopped dead in their pensive tracks.
It was nine months to this December 22nd start of winter day when she had become his incandescent bride, and Prince Hans became her King. He had banished away the final remnants of any troubles or trepidation of his 'Elise' with the enormity of the uplifting love the Lord had amplified between them on their perfect springtime Wedding Day.
9 months, 2 days, 7 hours, 4 minutes, and 3 seconds, to be precise…
Even at just the thought of her perfect mate's gentlemanly warm tenderness, passionately heated loving touch, and generously protective stoicism when it came to her welfare since the glorious moment they two were wed this last March the 20th Spring solstice, Elsa could not refrain from smiling to herself.
I still can't believe you and I have now been officially married longer than all that solitary time I spent in Ahtohallan, min elskade. I was yet so introverted then, hiding behind my icy shell in that self-imposed, 'Fortress of Solitude's' bitter cold, lonely life…until you and Anna rescued me from my frozen fears. I only am free of all those demons now because you came along and became my everything, my wonderful Hans…
"My King." Elsa Westergaard whispers with womanly pride, butterfly kissing his delicious mahogany red sideburns, and her Hans' strong chin as she rests her slowly quieting head back upon its comfortable nook of her red-headed Dane's lightly hirsute chest. Elsa sighs in satisfied bliss at the reassuring feel of her Hans' soft breath where he lay beside her on the bed of their royal master bedroom, yet asleep.
"Mmm…Well, hello. I will never tire of that wake-up call, my breathtaking birthday beauty, min hvvidue Queen." After quite a memorable night of intimate 'celebration' in her honor where his stamina kept all her candles burning long into the wee hours, King Hans of Arendelle peeks one viridescent green eye open from his still unmoving, slumbering position to slant his winsome gaze upon his wife's platinum blonde head.
"I'll never tire of hearing your perfect tenor voice say that, my Raevstorre lover. Thank you for a wonderful birthday. Start to finish." With a little panting growl that proved their honeymoon was still neverending, especially on this unforgettable first birthday night as husband and wife, Elsa pets Hans' pronounced Adam's apple as she drapes herself around his unabashedly nude, prone body.
"As rewarding as this luxuriant petting may be, is it, alas, not almost time for our early morning High Council meeting, my Queen?" The young King took his royal duty and responsibilities seriously. The astute man was always the first to enter and last to leave a room full of political, economic and international discussions of this nation he has fully embraced as is own.
Her husband's perspicacious application to the job gave Elsa more time to be unfettered. That is, when the free-spirited young female leader chose not to stand in for those daily, oft-droning, repetitive meetings. Instead, thanks to her joint ruler husband, at her energetic sister's beckon, Elsa had a lot more free reign of her time to spend with Anna and their people, be more out and about in her country to connect with their daily lives. That caring accessibility made the once inward young woman beloved of her citizens as well, for their rightful Queen would hands-on deal with their day-to-day social issues alongside her sister Princess Anna—Arendelle's new 'Royal State Secretary of the People.'
That's a thing.
"As you know, now that your surprise party the self-appointed 'birthday guru' organized to the letter is over, if I'm even the tiniest bit late, you-know-who in my cabinet will grill me like so much potato lefse for breakfast." King Hans had, during his very first week in royal Norwegian office, appointed the vivacious princess who was a former temporary queen, Elsa's best friend and his sister-in-law, Princess Anna, for a new kingdom role her open-hearted, convivial optimism and shine was perfectly suited for—
—being every Arendellian's dear friend in this homeland Anna truly loved and cherished in her heart.
Not that—as crowned King of this beautiful kingdom he had once sought after and yearned to rule, and now was, by God's infinite Grace, granted it on a silver platter by his predecessor, his bride's father, King Agnarr's largesse at Elsa's altar request—Hans Westergaard, with the best of intentions, was exactly being deceitful. He had only cleverly employed his sister-in-law to the auspicious, Royal State Secretary position, if just to keep on the feisty ginger haired young princess mother's good side.
After all, opinionated Anna of Arendelle's voice, one way or another, was going to be heard. So why not show wisdom and invite the inevitable to have her say at the High Council meetings, too?
"What's wrong with being a little fashionably late, oh gorgeously dutiful monarch of my heart, particularly after such a night of...festivities...?" Elsa's lips curl into a naughty little grin rubbing up against Hans' tickled lips. "Anna will have to play 'queen' of the meeting suitably enough for a few more minutes while we...ummm...dress..." Casting away every last ounce of whatever small issue had been tugging at the back of her consciousness of night aside by morning, Elsa was ready and rearing to allow her assertive man take hold and rule over her mind, heart, body, and soul in his smooth as silk way...
Ah-ahh, ah-ahh...
Again, another four snowflakes, in an almost melodic fashion, fall to the courtyard below, beginning to form into an unearthly shape...
A frosty, frisky, frolicsome half hour later, standing before the boudoir's full-length mirror while adjusting the lovely amethyst and diamond studded hair comb her stud had gifted her last night (and had such a fun time removing from her loosed hair's silky platinum locks while they were snow bed-bound), Elsa was critically putting the finishing touches on her fur trimmed for winter, royal blue velvet queenly gown. She had been artistically sprucing it up this year with extra elemental gemstone sparkle within each one of the ice crystals previously affixed to the dress over her slender curves.
I wonder if my Hans is done with his shower yet?
Since their recent marriage, Elsa's mind often wandered back to visions of her delectably desirable, deliciously dapper, dreamily destined partner. After all, now that she was finished putting frozen bling on herself to satisfaction, it was her handsome husband's turn for his Ice queen to do her dress up magic on him…
Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh!
Ah-ahh, ah-ahh...
As sweet and weightless as powdered snow sugar, those increasing notes, in sevens and fours, again suddenly, yet sotto dolce soft, troll through Elsa Westergaard's inner psyche, as she clutches a palm to her instantly ringing forehead.
…Not again!
"Is something amiss, my love?" Clean shaven and sleek red hair slicked back to 'I'm so pretty' perfection, King Hans inquires of his furrowed brow wife. He had returned from singing his musical scales in the Arendelle castle shower that he had recently had installed, just as Elsa was recovering from her abrupt, mentally audible interruption.
Concern etched on his attractive features, Hans involuntarily readjusts the shapely ice figurine pendant hanging at his coiffed neck against his palpitating chest. This extraordinary young woman had once gifted the piece of her cryokinetic magic the Danish Prince, who was more than comfortable in his role as Norway's King of Arendelle here now.
"Oh? Did I say something…?" Elsa's azure blue eyes widen, uncertain if she had uttered a thing aloud just now which her temptingly towel wrapped husband had heard when he entered the bedroom. "It's only, I suppose, I have been thinking it might be nice to hold a new Christmas Tradition countdown event." The platinum blonde twiddles at her thick braid with the sudden thought, which had just popped into her jumbled head.
"'Christmas tradition countdown event'…? How intriguing…of what delights would such an ingenious idea entail, my elegant and entertainingly enterprising Elise?" Hans' playful side was always out when he was majority unclothed, as roving eyes dance upon his beautiful mate. His just as coltish fingers reach out across the bed to tickle at the white fur tufts tantalizing his wife's pristine pale shoulders, as dancing eyes and silky voice ask for details of his queen's proposal.
"Well…" Of all the people in the world, Hans Westergaard had miraculously become one of the only few whom reticent Elsa of Arendelle felt comfortable in sharing her innermost notions with. Perhaps because those inviting green eyes of his had a charming way of cajoling even the wings off a delicate butterfly, without a single break of its most tender scales.
Elsa takes a deep breath.
"Please don't leave me in such suspense, min skat." As he watched the sweet wheels in his adorable wife's head spin before his amused eyes, Hans could not help but tease while Elsa collected her ideas with the smallest blush on her comely cheeks. The dashing redheaded man—now that he had squeezed his well-muscled legs into those tighty velvet white with gold strip trimmed regal pants—busies himself with nibbling on his newlywed bride's ear after sending her lithe body for a quick spin pirouette under his spry-on-his-feet, spontaneously willowy and winsome waltzing wiles as he hums a few festive bars.
"Perhaps…our new tradition should involve music…" Suddenly feeling inspired by her husband's daily singing in the shower, Elsa pauses mid response, as if hearing some indefinable tone color's chromatic notes currently tinkle through her head again. "Yes…music…we can arrange a contest...a concert of sorts. One where our dear Arendellians will write lyrics…for a special Christmas song…to be performed in the royal court for the holiday. That's it! The chosen lyrics will be applied to special, newly composed, beautiful music to become Arendelle's official Christmas carol. Then it will be feature sung and performed at our annual Christmas Eve caroling tour of lights, which all the royal family will participate in as we lead the candlelight procession with all our citizens, to highlight the Christ child's holy birth." Saying more in one breathless paragraph than she had in many a conversation as she made this grand scheme up as she went, Elsa's eyes light up like a little girl's. She remembered well those precious holidays where the past monarchs—her Kingly Papa Agnarr and Queenly Mama Iduna included—had led Elsa and her new baby sister Anna, along with the rest of their people, year after year, to ring the bell on Christmas morning, as their Christmas tradition.
Then Elsa recalled with fondness how she and Anna, decades later, had reinvigorated the Arendelle family tradition with their shared sisterly devotion expressed through a special snowman's love. So now, as Arendelle ruler, with her own true heart's King at her side beginning their lives together, Queen Elsa and King Hans would be able to celebrate the Lord's birth in their own era of new traditions honoring Christmas with their people.
"And who, pray tell, will such last minute compose the 'special music' score to the chosen lyrical mastery of our talented citizenry which you so descriptively speak of?" Hans, bemused smile pasted on his face by his wife's animated expression of her future plan, had just pulled on his navy blue velveteen jacket as he presents his curious musings.
"Why, their classically trained, musically inclined, keen admirer of fine arts, honorable and handsome King will." Leaning advantageously across the bed to reach him, the Ice Queen states with the sweetest smile on her lovely features. She gazes up at her husband expectantly while giving his smooth chin and ruffled sideburns a wheedling, flirtatious pet.
"?!" Speechless, even suave Hans was taken aback by this last minute demand from his generally soft-spoken and unexacting, quiet mate and fellow ruler of this great land. After all they had been through together, and the sheer bliss of their lives as one flesh as the Lord God created man and wife, of course, Hans would walk through fire and/or ice for her, and had proven it in the past a thousand fold. Hans Westergaard would bend backwards for his Elsa's slightest whim, no matter how difficult, strenuous, or on the spot embarrassing—but this cunning young King also excelled at bending the rules to his whim, from time to time.
"Yes...their 'honorable King' will gladly utilize all his musical inclination to select the most admirable, perfectly trained to the ear, finest work of the arts, with a prewritten classical piece of music best suited for this holy day's pleasant new tradition, if just to please Arendelle's Queen's benevolent request." Smooth-talker Hans cleverly lays out his response proposal to hers in the most lucid of non-negotiable terms. Composing music may or may not have been beyond this learned gentleman's skills—but this short amount of time between now and Christmas Eve just may have been.
And the expert pianist in Hans Westergaard may just have had the right bagatellle in mind...
Ah-ah-ahh Ah-ah-ahh Ah-ah-ahh! Ah-ah-ahh!
"I trust your judgment implicitly, my majestic King." Elsa murmurs as her magical, cryokinetic fingers loop up her Admiral of the Sjoforsvaret's gold ropes and medals awarded to his ruby red gem epaulettes.
"Thank you, min kæreste." King Hans, now fully decked out with some elemental ice crystal embellishments to match her outfit on his slender uniform, lifts his neck for his wife to pin on the King's Cross he was so proud to wear, 'for God and country,' on his starched regal collar.
"Let's just hope that a certain 'Royal State Secretary' can be convinced of the same, lest you and I end up late night composing into the wee hours on these final remaining Christmas Eve eves. That is, should she put the proverbial coals in our stockings in lieu of your brilliant new tradition." The redhead raises a brow at the thought of confronting his formidable sister-in-law, who was on the rampage in overbearing bossiness lately, now that she had become a first-time mother.
Hans shrugs and simply chuckles into the blonde's glistening hair as he plants a hopeful kiss onto Elsa's cool forehead. Then he offers his wife his arm like a true gentleman.
"Our brilliant new tradition." The young queen wasn't worried about facing her little sister, Anna, who was still putty when it came to Christmas traditions. All the big sister had to do was bring Olaf into it and Anna would melt like butter. No squishy snowman puns intended.
After all, Elsa had learned, through the fire of redemption and trial of ice, that she could tackle any problem and defeat any fear, with the Lord's peace in her heart and Hans' love by her side. Even the underlying anxiety that sotto voce trembled within the corners of her mind for the past few weeks—the unbidden ones Elsa couldn't explain, which kept sneaking up—were lessened to almost ghosts of nothing when she clung tight to her beloved's strong, inviting chest.
The platinum blonde still marveled every time she was held within her Hans' embrace. For his tender devotion over these last blissful nine months proved how absolutely nothing could ever change the deep bond which ran between them. Their love story was as sweet and everlasting as any love God blessed upon any man and woman ever known.
But as the wild oceans churned onto the timorous shores to drier ground where home fires burned, chilled winds of deep winter blow vaguely over Norway to Arendelle Castle, heralding the turbulent tinkle of a demanding yet tiny, icy snowflake conducting the replay of a stirring silent sonata all its own…
Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh!
Ah-ahh, ah-ahh
Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh...
Ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh
Ah-ah-ahh Ah-ah-ahh Ah-ah-ahh! Ah-ah-ahh...
"Ooh wa! Ooh ga! Ooh lala!" Raising his plump pair of arms high into the nippy air, the happy coos of a small baby boy gurgle across the sleigh up to his young mother.
While she was going nonstop at full steam at the helm of the sleek racing sled name 'Baby,' the bright eyed female glances back over her shoulder to her precious cargo securely strapped to the ingeniously crafted bassinet/stroller/carrier.
"Ooh, ticklebumps! You like to go fast, too, eh, Josey?" Princess Anna Bjorgman's smile glistens as bright and enthusiastically as the accumulating frozen precipitation as the snowflakes flutter around her speeding horsedrawn sleigh in a flurrious situation. "You're going to be strong and sturdy, with a gorgeous voice and buttery hair—like your Daddy. And now Johnny here is gonna be, too!'" The ginger haired young woman says with pride in her strapping hubby and the young reindeer buck pulling their sleigh. "I'm running soo late this morning, Johnny! I know you can't fly yet…but let's step on it!" Anna gives her nine month year old reindeer calf's reins a tensed flap, causing Guddy to toss the long hair back from his sleepy eyes, and John sloppily hitched up beside him to look wide-eyed frightened.
Kristoff rarely raced his prize winning sleigh with the slow and methodical Gudbransdal colt at the helm—and NEVER with the yet-untrained-to-be-a-team, nine month old reindeer calf named 'John' paired at his side—but his impulsive, impatient little bride/newly appointed 'State Secretary of the People', which was only second to head of government Prime Minister Kai, had other, quick-paced ideas to expedite her jam-packed holiday schedule, which included hiring in some extra horsepower.
Anna's mountainman husband was currently out on the road with General Mattias these past two weeks. Kristoff had been traveling to the far north to help bring Christmas cheer and national unity—at his in-laws, the 5th and 6th Spirits' request, and Chief Yelana's demands for human representation—to the Rock Trolls and Fire Trolls on their first holy day spent together in peace and harmony.
As the revered Snow Queen's son, raised by Trolls and married to a beloved human Arendelle Princess, the Spirit Whisperer Kristoff was universally respected by all parties. So, his incredible gifted ability to communicate and act as translator of sorts between all the now integrated Nordic country's races just made sense. And, at the Winter Ice King's insistence, trusted Destin Mattias would be his able bodied traveling companion riding alongside the young man upon Sven and Svala.
Indeed, while her husband was off on his errand of mercy, Anna had 'agreed' to stay home. And it was not just because she had motherly responsibilities to rear her months' old newborn babe, but because she had wholehearted grasped her new role of 'Secretary of the People.'
But the non-stop go-getter just maybe had taken on a few too many errands to run before the daily Arendelle council meeting this busy early morning.
Recalling how tough being sovereign Queen was—not imagining how much of a drag it would have been for a young couple if she and Kristoff were freshly wed at the time—and though clerical work and boring managerial duties were still another thing, for Elsa's sanity, Anna was ready to roll up her sleeves, so to speak. She selflessly thrust herself in the thick of community organizing, dabbling in a bit of local politics for the Arendellian citizens—her friends, to make their lives better.
Anna was actually enjoying her time as Royal Secretary, which took on even greater responsibilities since General Mattias was on mission in the north with Kristoff, and Prime Minister Kai, with his wife Gerda, was away visiting his sister Johanne in Avalor for the holidays. She was really getting into her new role, taking it seriously and succeeding on a whole, too. And the palace perks of being able to spend time with and keep an eye out for her beloved best friend/big sister, while taking on some of the shared kingdom goals, so Queen Elsa could enjoy her first year of married life, was a major bonus, as well.
Not that the man Elsa had chosen to be her husband, and subsequently King, was exactly ideal for Anna, at first. But, over these past few months of his being ruler, Prince Hans had proven to be not only a fair and just leader, but also a reliable member of the family, who showed Elsa love at every turn.
And, though it still pained Anna's pride, she was slowly getting to accept Hans Westergaard as her…gulp…brother and King who had the best interests of Arendelle's people and their homeland in mind.
Gotta admit, that Red's been on his best behavior lately. He even kept his mouth shut about Elsa's surprise birthday party he helped me plot last night...
Although, this morning Anna had been especially flustered.
Halima, who came over every day to share the town's gossip—not to mention Anna's favorite warm and fresh gingerbread cookies—with her favorite prince's child, and his child's child, had come down with a bad cold this week. So proud palace career woman Anna, though bereft of dear Halima or faithful Gerda's assistance in watching Joseff this Christmas, had to be full time mama, in between her self-imposed 'duties' to the Arendelle community. All this, while doing all the chores at home in their cottage and in the barn, too, for their horse Guddy and reindeer colt, John, which she had heartily assured Kristoff she could handle on her own—'Don't you worry none, Kristly! I'm a Norwegian outdoorswoman! I was born ready to muck out stalls and break ice in water troughs at below freezing weather with your handy dandy ice pick, no problemo, my big, buttery beefsteak!'—was taking a toll, though the pigheaded gal would never admit it.
And it didn't help for Anna to have overslept after her healthy, bouncing baby boy had kept her up lullabying him and his best buddy John—Sven and Svala's nine month old reindeer buck, who was increasingly growing big fast—into the wee hours of last night in the barn.
BIG YAWNNN!
"Hey! Turn here!" Contemplating her to-do list for the coming day, distracted Princess Anna's cries for a sudden turn-off on the road for the reindeer in training, in a moment's inattention to the snowy road as she had turned back to speak to her giggling with glee baby, accentuated by a big mouthed yawn at just the wrong second, was cause for urgent alarm.
A great big caravan of traveling salesman Oaken and his entire family at this inopportune moment, had stopped right in the middle of the roadway to admire the migrating birds which had suddenly peppered the frosty sky above the courtyard's crossroads between the cottage and the Arendelle castle…
SCREECH!
Looking like a deer in the headlights, Sven and Svala's poor confused young baby colt, still in training, shakes his distressed head back and forth, causing the incorrectly secured tackle to come loose from the sled, throwing his equine partner off balance in the no longer shared yoke. Guddy's own leather straps snap in the cold tension at this high speed jackknife, the reins left in the fearful eyed ginger's hands rendered useless as the racing sled barrels down the main road towards the vulnerable pedestrians.
Good thing Anna's husband Kristoff had installed the very best braking system currently available on his pampered 'Baby' sled, team or no team. For the mountainman knew full-well his fast-paced, real life 'Baby,' namely Anna, zipping around with their actual 'baby' son, might require some instant braking action, the way his little woman recklessly drove…
SCREEEE-CCHHHCH!
Women drivers!
"Joseff, my baby!" Selfless Anna's first thought was for her little angel, whom God had placed in her care on earth. For tiny little Joseff Bjorgman was born of her and Kristoff's true love for one another, and she'd move Heaven and earth to keep him safe.
Managing to veer off to a side road, Anna's expert survival instinct kicks in at the moment she needed it. Anna slams on her racing sled's brakes so hard that her ginger braids were standing up on end. At the same time, the spry young mother lunges her entire small form to totally cover her tiny son from harm, no matter the cost to her.
"Oh, my goodness! Oh, my goodness! Are you uninjured, ung kvinne (young lady)!? Please, dear Lord Jesus, let her be unharmed under Your holy protection! å, herregud! There is a wee baby with her! Lord, preserve us!" Oaken's almost as plump wife was first to stick her red nose over Baby's offset crooked bow. But she was instantly panic-stricken by finding an empty cradle beneath the crumpled up form of the purple and black cloaked female inside the upturned vehicle.
The racing sled had just narrowly missed striking several tall trees, and instead had blessedly careened into a suddenly appearing, thick and soft snowbank. All owing to heroic team of reindeer John's amazing first flight and horse Guddy's last minute momentum kick as he sprinted ahead of the out of control sled, knocking down fresh soft snow from the trees above the frozen knoll to create a snowbank to cushion the brunt of the impact of the out of control sled.
"Ooh wa! Ooh, ah!"
And Joseff, his swaddling blanket clenched between strong young reindeer teeth, was airlifted by John's quick thinking, coming miraculously back into view for his terrified to tears, yet instantly grateful, praying mother.
"Huh?" Upon hearing the doting older woman's pertinent prayers mingled with her seven and a half month old baby's (thankfully!) contented, obviously unfazed, happy noises music to her ear, Princess Anna stirs back to full consciousness.
"Oh, yeah! hehehe! I'm perfectly fine...ugh—ooh, that's a little funny feeling." The twenty three year old flinches at her shoulder muscle pull after such a heroic lunge to give her wee one cover. She had attempted to spring out of the sleigh, which wast—hanks to John and Guddy and Baby's excellent braking design—firmly wedged on its sturdy framed side. But in doing so, Anna's shaken equilibrium had her feet misjudging her boot straps, legs flying everywhere...
SPLATT!
"Ooh wa! Ooh, ah!"
Descending flat into a snowbank to her chortling boy angel's laughing glee from where he was deposited safe in Mrs. Oaken's plump arms from the flying rangifer's teeth, Princess Anna had created a perfect shaped snow angel in the freshly conjured snowbank mound.
Well, not exactly in perfect shape.
"Ow, my ankle. I think I twisted it," The red-in-the-face, purse-lipped , frustrated look on Anna's pretty freckled face said it all, as Oaken himself appears with advertised 'incredible horse ligament healing' ointment in hand by the upturned racing sled. The big, big man passes the medicinal bottle to his daughter, for her to apply it liberally to the accident victim's sprained ankle and aforementioned pulled shoulder muscle, as the pleasantly smiling trader lifts the petite princess straight up from the deep snow bank she had been face down lodged in.
"Yes, you have badly sprained it. No ice skating competition for you, Princess." The orange curled hair yodeler matter-of-factly states after a quick, clinical examination of Anna's boot removed foot and lower leg. He didn't really have a grin on his ruddy face to inform his skating team's greatest rival team leader of her serendipitous removal from the upcoming Christmas week holiday, annual Arendelle game.
"Argh!" Anna blows air from her puffed cheeks in conjunction with Guddy blowing the stray blond mane of horse hair flattened to his face simultaneously with her in rhythm. She then hangs her head in angry disappointment at missing out on one of her favorite seasonal sports.
"But the good news is your excellently designed vehicle is in tip-top condition. Not a scratch on it." Oaken's quirky smile and pleasant voice only made Anan'a rueful mouth frown more to match her grumpy brow.
HOMN!
John shakily flutters down with a mournful sound of gratitude that his best friend and Joseff's mama were both all right.
"Ooh wa! Ooh ga!" For nothing could dampen baby Joseff's happy, giddy joy as he claps and gurgles, despite his youthful mama's physical and mental discomfort.
LICK!
The nine month old reindeer calf also could not contain his joy as John's wide wet tongue slobbers up Anna's cheek.
"Good thing you're both so darn cute." Was all Anna could admit of her adorable baby and Svala's too. She gives into Joseff's insatiable smile and allows Oaken to scoop her up and carry her into his traveling goods caravan menagerie, with his wife holding Joseff as they walk along to it to treat her ankle sprain.
"Oh, don't you worry, dear. My husband has the perfect ointment rub to solve any sorely muscle pull instantly!" Mrs. Oaken proved to be nearly as qualified a salesperson as her male counterpart as the thick-accented, big-boned Norwegian woman recites the efficacy of the muscle rub by heart.
"Well, that's okay, no, thank you. I'm sure I'll feel better in no time—oww! That's cold!" The ginger princess cries out when one of Oaken's daughters, not taking 'no' for an answer, applies the nasty smelling ointment at her mother's command to the victim's busted appendage.
{"Anna! What's wrong?! I felt a spike! Been trying to contact you the past few minutes! Are you okay?!'} Kristoff's concerned voice full of anxiety for his beloved girl and their firstborn son just then surges through her mind, via his and Anna's close spiritual connection.
The Spirit Whisperer had been beside himself, feeling guilty, helpless, and wholly inadequate to not be there at his precious one's side. But he and General Mattias had been sent out on a distant errand of mercy by King Hans and the Arendelle Council when an unfortunate cave collapse accident had taken place in the Valley of the Trolls a few weeks back.
{"Yeah, Kristly, I'm OK. Joseff's fine, too. Guddy was so brave. Johnny even flew for the first time! You've gotta tell Sven and Svala! But I'm a little worse for wear after I tripped over my own boots aftermath, silly me. Sigh Looks like I'm gonna be sitting out of this year's Arendelle skating contest, again. Guess it wouldn't be as much fun without you here, anyway. Gonna have to find someone to take my place as team leader. Wonder who I should pick…? Might have someone in mind…"} Anna mentally sends out her psychic message in a rush of concise, clipped thoughts, resigned and sighing to her relieved, absent husband across his spirit guided airwaves.
{"Oh, thank God, you're all okay! I'm sorry you had to go through that, Baby! I know how much you love the camaraderie and fun of that competition. But I'd want to be there anyway, to catch you when you fall. So, it's all for the good." Swallowing his own heart in his throat, Kristoff tries to put a good spin on Anna's dilemma as he hefts some boulders—which were not his brothers, the Rock Trolls—from blocking the pathways to some of the Fire Trolls' cave home openings, which he had accidentally caused to tumble more in his anxiety.
{"Well, then, you had better get back soon, Mr. Bjorgman. I've been feeling lonely and am currently in another tall expert skating man's strong arms." Kristoff's 'Feistypants' teases her sweaty-browed blond muscleman, causing the already over-stressed ice harvester to nearly drop his weighty load.
"What man?! Whose arms!?" Kristoff's testosterone was at a boiling level from a hard day of quarreling at the quarry.
BAMM!
The normally mild-mannered Hercules slams down the massive stone in his grasp, smashing it into smithereens in his vexed wake.
"Good thing that wasn't one of your buddies, pal." Up in the north regions of Trollheimen, General Mattias quirks a smirk at his obviously emotionally disturbed companion.
"Better not be that Red buddy I left my girl in the hands of, or that untrustworthy doublecrosser will get a taste of this..." The blond muscleman whacks his big hands together, the crushed stone splattering a cloud of rock dust in his vexed wake...
Ahh, Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh!
By the time Oaken's traveling caravan finally arrived at Arendelle Castle, Queen Elsa and King Hans were already in the middle of the early morning Council meeting. There, Hans had artfully laid out his Queen's songful idea for their kingdom's newest Christmas tradition.
His wife had been too shy to present her own idea for the lyrics contest, fearing it would sound too crass or silly a notion, but she truly wanted her people to be a part of her and Hans' first Christmas tradition of caroling with everyone their very own new Christmas carol. The reticent young leader was still not as aggressive as most others in her highest position to speak her ideas in open public.
But that's what smooth talking, silver-tongued husbands were for, right?
Elsa's stomach was already aflutter for this proposition, maybe being already a little anxious for Anna's tardiness, but not too worried, since the new mother had a penchant for being late at these early morning meetings. And after last night's big birthday bash in Elsa's honor, Anna couldn't be blamed for it
But as soon as word came that her best friend of a sister had met with an unfortunate early morning traffic calamity, Elsa had flown out of the council meeting as fast as her ice slide could take her to see her dearest one, leaving her King to adjourn the meeting without matters being decided yet.
"ANNA! Are you alright?! Are you hurt!" Elsa's coloratura voice rings out across the countryside when her quavering blue eyes catch sight of where Oaken's caravan had driven into the open rear gate, Anna's shiny black, well-varnished race sled towed at its back.
"Mostly my pride." The ankle twisted younger sibling makes a face, sighs, and points at the contraption where inventive Oaken and family had devised a 'very clever strap and suspension bandaging system' to 'keep the princess' leg midair suspended and unstressed by the bumpy road travel,' so as not to aggravate her perhaps only slightly ripped tendon while being transported to the castle.
The comical menagerie in the rear of the caravan involved a complicated set of string and belt straps, sewn and taped together bovine harnesses all tied and strung to lift Anna's bum left leg to hold it up suspended immovable, even as the rickety old caravan cart was all bumps and jolts along the dirt back roads Oaken had taken into town.
"Oh, Anna! How do you get yourself into such scrapes?" Elsa, her fear alleviated by the sheer humor of this all, covers her no longer panic stricken features with a hand over her trying-not-to-laugh mouth, as her eyes dance upon viewing her baby sis so thoroughly—and hysterically—immobilized in the bench seat of Kristoff's racing sled, which was hitched to the back of Oaken's cart.
"Elsa?! Is Anna safe…? Ohh…I see she has been in…excellent hands…And, thank God,…ahem…as healthy as a horse, apparently." Anna's favorite new brother-in-law had swiftly rushed down to the courtyard to join his wife in worry for her sister. Only for his dancing green eyes to be greeted by the extremely interesting sight of the ginger princess of Arendelle all roped and strung up like a piece of cattle, amid all manners of vehicle spare parts, children's toys, underclothing, dishware and upturned animal feedbags where Oaken and his crew had industriously and speedily assembled in a hurry to accommodate the ailing young woman in their inimitable care.
Hans' refined celestial nose—which had spent many a night in his lonely youth in the company of mucking out horse stalls and becoming quite the expert at all things equine since—points upwards as he sniffs the air surrounding. He immediately picks up the unmistakable scent of horse liniment oil the closer her drew to the downed princess in her predicament.
"DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH, RED." Reeking of equine liniment oil from where she was yet stuck in such an unladylike position, unpolished and embarrassing with bloomer shorts exposed, her legs elevated for all to see, Anna's only partially covered face was like a storm cloud at her best rival Hans.
He, for one, was doing his darndest not to join in his Elsa's no longer to be hidden subdued chuckle.
"Ha ha ha ha! Why are you all tied and strung like a puppet, Anna? Are you going to be part of the 'Punch and Judy' puppet show traveling for the Christmas celebration week? 'That's the way they do it!' Ha ha ha! Oh! Is this going to be our new tradition?! Looks like fun to be all tied and gift wrapped, doesn't it, wife Eliana?" Olaf, in his inimitable way, not only laughs out loud, but he exacerbates Anna's humiliation at being so publicly disgraced in such a compromising position as Olaf's loud calls and laughter to his snowwoman across the street where she was at Halima's bakery cause many an Arendellian passerby's eye to peer into the courtyard's commotion.
"Looks uncomfortable to me, Ollie." The oft-times literal snowwoman replies as she crosses the way to the palace courtyard under her ever-present blueberry parasol.
"Just get me out of this craziness and up to my room, Elsa, where I can be put out of my misery in private." Red in the face Princess Anna pleads in a whisper to her sibling as she hangs her defeated head into humiliated hands.
"Bring up Joseff, please! And thank Mrs. Oaken for caring for him while I was tied up!" Freed of her embarrassing bondage, oft sift headed Anna recalled both her son and a bit of gracious manners a few seconds later as she was mid-airlifted upon Elsa's dynamic cool air streams.
"Woo-hoo!" Large traveling salesman Oaken and his good lady wave to her in unison with the rest of their expanded family troupe emerging from the stopped caravan.
"Our new State Secretary is one of a kind, is she not?" Hans Westergaard comments to Oaken with a grateful nod and crooked smile on his good-looking face. The King of Arendelle waves off his willing footman and stablemen to personally go down on his tall booted knees in the snow coated gravel entrance to unhitch his brother-in-law's over-stuffed sled that had Princess Anna securely all tied up.
"I wouldn't have her any other way." Elsa Westergaard replies lovingly to her husband of her never-a-dull-moment baby sister. The pair share a familiar smile when Hans bodily reemerges from his inspection of Kristoff's prize sleigh and quick rubdown of both nerve-rattled Guddy and John the reindeer. The team had been trailing behind the extended caravan in concern for their injured mistress.
"Let's go up to hear what your Mommy has to say to explain herself, Joseff." Elsa may not have been the most cuddly or huggable of aunts, despite her best intentions, as the young queen carefully collects the constantly wiggling, happy child from Mrs. Oaken's arms.
"Sugar cube, Joseff?" By the time Elsa had finished amply thanking Oaken and family for their timely care of the beleaguered princess, Joseff was all a-wriggle in the blonde ruler's inexperienced grip. Seeing this, Hans, who had been passing out an ample amount of the white sweets to calm Guddy and John, comes to his alarmed bride's rescue. He offers the already energetic babe one from the handful or three of the saccharine treats of sugar which had been pilfered by Olaf and Eliana, direct from Halima's vacant, closed for business bakery, where the confection sugar snowwoman knew the secret stash entrance.
"Goo-ga-gee!" Joseff's gleeful acceptance in his own baby talk lingo of the tempting sucrose stills the suckling child long enough for him to be transferred over to 'Uncle Hans.' The red-headed charmer was apparently a natural with children as well as equines, and the wriggling baby in Elsa's arms instantly behaves for his clever uncle's sugary bribe.
'Thank you.' Elsa wordlessly mouths to her better half, loving Anna's sweet offspring very much. However...children were definitely not her thing.
Ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh
Ah-ah-ahh Ah-ah-ahh Ah-ah-ahh! Ah-ah-ahh...
A spattering of chaotic flakes flurry in a seemingly endless rondo to trace the snowdusted ground in a yet vague silhouette, just moments after Oaken and family departed, and Hans had led Guddy and John from the courtyard into the palace stables...
"Angels we have heard on high, sweetly singing o'er the plains! And the mountains in reply, echo back their joyous strains!"
min kæreste – my darling in Danish
min elskade – my love in Norwegian
min ædle – my precious in Danish
min hvvidue – my dove in Danish
ung kvinne - young woman in Norwegian
å, herregud! - "Oh, my God!"
Merry Christmas, my dear and faithful Frozen Again friends!
We're Baaaaaccckkk! ^0^
Here's the Christmas special I promised you & my two beloved sisters most of all for the blessed celebration of our Lord and Saviour!
(Happy belated Birthdays/Merry Christmas present from my heart—Love you Forever, my Setsuna & my Michi!) ;)
This 3-part special short story is set 9 months after the last episode of 'Frozen Again: Love Never Ends: A Fairytale Wedding "This is My Story, This is My Song"', where our fairytale deserving stars Elsa & Hans finally got married! ^0^
If you remember from the chapter just before the big Royal wedding, Svala, Sven's mate gave birth (with Prince Hans' help) to their baby reindeer colt a who had been named 'John'—a nod to the original Frozen movie when Anna was chatting in the sled with just met Kristoff about her 'fiance Prince Hans' best friend's name, 'probably named John' (which is also how the name 'Hans' would be translated to English.) Anna, who was very pregnant at the time had Kristoff's baby boy, named Joseff 7 months ago.
Agnarr and Iduna have been monitoring the elements as the 5th and 6th Spirits in Ahtohallan's redesigned Kingdom of Melody and Harmony for a year now, while the Rock Trolls and Fire Trolls, cohabitating together in the Valley of the Trolls, are facing some societal challenges; the Northuldrans in the Enchanted Forest have gotten involved in the Norwegian multi-race situation, which Kristoff, the Snow Prince, has been playing mediator for, along with General Mattias for the past months.
While Anna has been raising her baby boy and Sven and Svala's reindeer calf in their peace-making absence, King Hans has cleverly given her a prestigious position in his cabinet as Royal State Secretary (especially while Prime Minister Kai is on sabbatical and General Mattias is away in the North).
Meanwhile, King Hans and Queen Elsa have been enjoying one another and ruling their nation in peace and love beside one another as equal partners and blissful lovers. They are as happy and devoted to one another as any young couple would be, with even more of a bond and love story to celebrate their beautiful saga of true love overcoming all odds, through the Lord's Forgiveness and Redemption, borne this day to offer all mankind Eternity with Jesus' selfless sacrifice of Love and Hope, coming down to earth as a tender baby, to bring all who believe in Him a second chance.
Please stay tuned for the continuing parts of our "Frozen Again: Angels We Have Heard on High" Christmas special! I hope you all enjoy the continuation of our beloved Frozen Again fairytale love story, hopefully to be up by the New Year, God willing!
I'd love to hear your reviews! :)
The Lord bless you and your dear ones this blessed season of renewed faith and hope and utmost LOVE through the miraculous gift of Jesus Christ.
Love and Merry Christmas blessings,
HarukaKou
p.s. MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS TO MY BELOVED SISTERS! I DEDICATE THIS CHRISTMAS SPECIAL OF HELSA HAPPY ENDINGS TO YOU, MY DEARESTS! THANKS FOR WAITING ON ME!
AND THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING MY INSPIRATION, MY ENCOURAGEMENT, AND MY DREAMERS OF BEAUTIFUL DREAMS!
THIS AUTHOR LOVES YOU, MY DEAR ANGELS ! ^0^