Frozen Again Christmas Special: 'Angels We Have Heard on High' Chapter 4- Angels from Realms of Glory, a frozen fanfic

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"Frozen Again Christmas Special:

"Angels We Have Heard on High"

Part 4

"Angels from the Realms of Glory"

Christmas Eve, 4:00 AM…

Ah-ah Ah-ah Ah-ah Ahh, Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh...

Just beyond Arendelle castle courtyard, the tree grove avenue's well cared for and loved saplings had grown several feet in these nine months since their planting dedication for the new King and Queen's wedding. It had snowed pretty hard the night before so that all of the tree tops were shrouded in a thick layer of frosted precipitation, covering their crown branch peaks almost completely.

YAWNN!

It being way too early in the wee hours of the morning for Princess Anna, her mouth forms into a great big 'O' shaped yawn.

"Brr! It's way too early and cold in the morning to wake up!" Smack smacking her lips, Anna was trying to stretch open her groggy eyes. From where she sleepily rode upon Svala's back, the ginger young mother had the worst case of bed hair to date.

Neat and fastidious of personal care Hans Westergaard regarded this as the worst case he had ever seen.

Her wild hair is even worse than my twin brothers Randi and Rudi after a rough housing night of pillow fighting… tsk, tsk, tsk…How does Kristoff put up with it? This can NOT be the princess' normal appearance each and every morning…

Whew! That was a close shave...

Persnickety Hans Westergaard gulps with the unsavory notion of the thoughtlessly rash proposal of marriage, for self-indulgent sake of ease, power and prestige, once upon a time. The formerly conspiring young man had seen the light of redemption now—not to mention a force called 'true love'—and was certainly glad his Elsa was as very neat in every way, including her generally pristine coif and elegant deportment. Which was, to any observer, entirely superior to that of her younger sibling, on this Arendelle Christmas Eve Eve.

"The earlier we travel up there, the earlier we solve this, Madame Secretary, and we may return to enjoy Arendelle's Christmas Eve festivities unfettered. That is, unless you and your party—as you are just recovering from that unfortunate accident, Princess—choose to stay behind. I am sure my queen and I can fulfill this mission, with our unfailing General Mattias, of course, in your absences." King Hans purposely dangles the loaded sentence in front of Anna. And the Secretary of State explosively takes the bait—as predicted—grumbling all the while at her uppity brother-in-law's audacity to even utter the words.

"'Choose to stay behind?!' Ex-cuuuse me?! Am I Arendelle's high-ranking State Secretary, or what?! Settling this issue with the Trolls in the mid-section area of my country is part of my job description!" Though she was sleepy a minute ago, the agitated princess snaps wide awake when her position in her country's government was in question.

Especially by that red rake.

"You're welcome, either way." Innocently smiling, Hans then gives Kristoff and Mattias over his shoulder a look that said: 'I love pulling her strings like that.'

"I thought this 'magic' path leads straight to Ahtohallan? Why are we here going this direction?" Speaking low to Kristoff beside him, General Mattias had had his share of time spent in the mystic land to the north just beyond the Enchanted Forest to come to have an inkling that something unsettling connected to it may just occur.

"It does… usually…" But the intuitive Spirit Whisperer had a sneaking suspicion that his remarkable sister-in-law had something up her gifted sleeve this early morning. Especially considering the fact that she had ushered the group out from the castle to the special tree-lined orchard path at this early hour of a wintry snow blizzard morning.

Kristoff, more than anyone, realized how long a trip, by reindeer, horse or cart sleigh—or even magic ice sled transport—would take them at least all of this Christmas Eve, if not most of Christmas Day as well after an exhaustive snow bone chilling ride.

However, this uniquely one of a kind, extraordinarily gifted queen of ice, who had gone through many chrysalis in her young lifetime, probably had another trick up her charmed royal blue velvet sleeve.

"Is this the spot where you want me to hold up my Troll wreath crown, Elsa?" Anna and Elsa had obviously already discussed their modus operandi when it came to this whole reason for their group's early morning jaunt into the tree lined Northuldran kissed grove avenue.

"Perfect." The Ice Queen smiles with a glint in her gorgeous crystal blue eyes where she stood between the astonishingly still leafed apple trees full of gleaming promise and the evergreen citrus where dreams shone bright. Anna holds up the wreath crown, from when she and Kristoff had been married, which was made by her Troll mother-in-law, Bulda, that had been encrusted with a red Troll crystal GranPabbie himself had blessed.

"What are they doing?" Olaf whispers up to Sven and Mattias, who were flanking him on either side in the rear of the party.

"Watch and see." Patient soldier Destin Mattias advises the curious snowman to be more of a silent observer, and take a page from his prim little wife beneath that cute pink umbrella next to him. Eliana was staring up at her precious friend and creator Elsa in quiet awe, mirroring Matthias ' belief in the Bernadotte's family ability to shine on any occasion.

In that next moment, a cavalcade of elemental gemstones, invigorated by the path of belief, praise, promise, understanding, laughter, happiness, health, increase, hope, dreams, trust and love descend from the sky, emerge from the earth through the crusty ground, washed up from the ocean on sea waves and rise on the first flames of the burgeoning sunrise to surround Anna's Troll pendant in an aerial ice fractal dance.

Intaking a deep breath at the voices of music growing louder in her head, as her very being was uplifted, her neat chignon hair loosed, her queenly royal blue outfit changed to her platinum white and lilac ice crystalized gown in a prismatic haze, Elsa tries desperately to keep focused on the prize. Like playing the part of a conductor in rhythm with that inner music, her pale fingertips weave with AB laser lights a new dimensional portal of her creation that connected, through Anna's Troll wedding wreath borne of love, to the Valley of the Trolls at the base of the North Mountain.

While her tall, debonair King steadies his transforming queen's shifting gait all the while, Elsa moves toward the multihued aurora borealis portal's mysterious field purposefully. The Ice Queen proudly turns to the small group of heroes behind her with a pleased expression on her lovely features.

"Are you all ready to walk into the unknown with me?" Her voice full of pride and confidence, the Elemental Queen Elsa of Arendelle calls behind her. With her King Hans faithfully at her side, her sister with Kristoff at hers, all four of them had in the past already stepped through a portal such as this before. However, this special path traversed between Ahtohallan was previously traversed under her North Mountain Ice Palace's elemental crystal designated point of entry.

But never before had the gifted young woman entertained the thought she could will a new portal through her Belief and Hope to open up in the new location of her choice. And what better than to establish the miraculous opening through the great sentimental value of cherished memories heralded in mementos of love, such as Anna's Troll crystal wreath from her treasured Troll wedding to her true love, Kristoff?

King Hans proudly takes Elsa's extended hand with a triumphant smile and sleek movement as he sways her glistening lilac capelets and crystal encrusted body to calm on his offered arm. After all, Hans was the one who brainstormed the ingenious idea in the first place.

"Field and fountain, moor and mountain—" Hans' pristine tenor sings the apropos haunting melody as he initiates their marching hymn through the bitter cold snows, in the darkness of the early morning, while encouraging his Elsa's bold first step into her inspired portal.

"Following yonder star… Oh-ohh… " Grateful to have such a stabilizing partner, the Ice Queen's coloratura soprano whispers back the timeless song of a tireless road traveled in search of His Light that reverberates through the ethers surrounding. The Christmas Eve spirit carries the caroling quintet through the darkness into the blinding aurora borealis light.

And though they could not see what lay on the other side thereof, either, they would trust in the Lord to bring them out from the dearth into promised hope and increase and peace, all under His good grace.

"...Star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright." Always ready to sing along with her sweet strains, Anna picks up on the traditional carol of travelers. As she does, the optimistic ginger gives a prayer to God in the stars above that this road would take them to where they needed to be, and that they would be successful in making their home country safe for Trolls and humans alike when they arrived, so she could get back home to her baby boy Joseff in time for Christmas.

"...Westward leading, still proceeding…" Kristoff adds his mellow tone in as he and Sven go past the shivering trees which seemed to be strangely humming along in rhythm, but the Spirit Whisperer's overwhelmed mind could not dwell on it for very long as he was swept up into the AB colored vortex.

"...Guide us to Thy perfect li~ight." General Mattias wraps up the caroling trek with some lyrical melisma (hot-dogging) as he, too, walks into the portal which the especially blessed trees had opened for them, by a special ice angel's prayer.

And as they leave in the wisps of snow and refracted shimmers, a prayerful hand cherubim quietly harmonizes with them a chord apiece from atop each of the rainbow colored fruit trees which were now aglow with the colors of the Northern Lights as the couple they had been planted for, and who have attended them with loving care, stroll past hand in hand, and heart in heart.

Nurtured and inspired, the young trees along the snow covered lane—which had begun to illuminate before around feet of the pair of royal monarchs in one another's embrace—now had frost petals falling from their radiant leaves. In an otherworldly light, the words of the Northuldran—which had been embedded upon the saplings at their onset—shimmer in a language only translatable by love, clearly seen by Elsa and Hans upon each crystalline snowflake coated bough of the now full fledged trees.

And as they pass each special memory tree, snow petals continue to fall.

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh!

The aurora borealis continues to glow and swirl across the unique Land of the Midnight Sun on the new portal surrounded by an aerial light show which streams down from Heaven above.

The three sets of wise travelers follow their King and Queen's elegant lead from Arendelle's rear courtyard snow covered avenue to mystically step into a different landscape entirely, hundreds of kilometers away…

SSSZZZTTT!

"Whoa. This place looks way different than it did a few hours ago." Kristoff declares unhappily of his former home valley of the very familiar, once overtly friendly and warm hugs kinda place which was now tersely cool and uninviting. And not only because the generally scenic hot springs—which were now obscured totally from sight for some reason—were on the fritz.

"I'll say." General Mattias remarks with a frown at the 'progress' which was made in the interim since last he and Kristoff were here.

As the rainbow colored AB portal Elsa had channeled shrinks closed behind the seven travelers, it reveals a decidedly dull gray vista. There, some Rock Trolls had built a partial wall barrier between the main encampment. They obviously had worked double time to erect a ragged barrier, with heaps of stones and boulders to exclusively bar the shunned Fire Trolls from coming anywhere near their sacred hot springs again.

"Why!?" Elsa holds a hand over her physically painful heart, her purplish lips quivering with the one single question as her husband bolsters her pallid shoulders.

"You guys have entirely covered the hot springs before even identifying the reason for its malfunction, and laying blame on your Fire Troll cousins in prejudice without even hearing their side? " Anna's disturbed heart could not believe their normally kind and overtly boisterous friendly, nocturnal friends would do such a cruel thing.

"Why do you believe this blockade was necessary? We must speak to GranPabbie. Was he aware this was occurring?" As King of all the country, Hans was trying to put on his best diplomatic hat. But the distress in Elsa's voice indicated her worry and displeasure at the Rock Trolls' stringent choice to simply shut others out rather than find a route towards a peaceful coexistence made his questions more pointed.

No closed doors anymore!

"No, he was not." A deeply troubled, craggily old voice rumbles up to where the group stood. The elderly leader of the Trolls was yet awake in these still dark, early morning hours before he and the rest of his Rock Troll clan were to get ready to slumber during the dawning daytime.

"But I could not stop them. Because the problem is the fact that they have already built a blockade in their hearts, long before they built one around the defunct hot springs. " GranPabbie had immediately halted his coming daily hibernation when he sensed not only the shifting Northern Lights irregular pattern—which Elemental Ice Queen Elsa had rearranged to bend to her will—but also that his nature-gifted grandson had returned, signaled by the homing beacon of the golden Troll crystal Kristoff always wore.

"Oh, dear! You were working so well together!" Talking directly to the mahogany red Fire Troll leader named Boninite on the Fire Troll 'side' of the camp, Eliana mourns the loss of cohesive friendship. After Queen Elsa had freed them from the clutches of the evil Djævelen Troll, 'Bonnie' had essentially led her race to open their once sheltered hearts to their fellow above land Troll cousins.

"How can we help them be friends again?" It was heartbreaking for Anna to see them now, especially when she remembered the little children Rock Troll and Fire Troll alike playing together in harmony just a month or two ago when they last visited for the autumn festival.

"Well, besides giving each other warm hugs—which I don't see happening in the near future...do you, Bonnie?" Olaf asks his Fire Troll friend, taking her hot igneous hand and leading her across to stand beside GranPabbie near the stone cold geyser, despite many Rock Trolls' gasps.

"Hmm...makes me sad to see this division in a family at Christmas...Soo...how can we make them build snowmen together again before the doors stay closed for too long?" Olaf inquires in his simple snowman way. But Boninite, sighing at his side, and all his companions around, GranPabbie included, could not answer, disappointing every pair of inquisitive Fire Troll ears perking up from a safe distance.

Though none were able to find a reasonable solution to make amends with hearts and the land.

Ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah ahh…

"...By asking the hot springs themselves why they went out in the first place..." Proving why she was Queen and ruler of this nation, calm headed Elsa—having remained the only one of the newcomers to not have yet remarked on the situation—quietly listens each musical note playing in her head. They clearly direct her to stand before the geyser's dormant waterspout which was currently shrouded in a quickly assembled blockage of rocks and stones and scree.

"Ask the—?" General Mattias begins the incredulous query.

"—hot springs?" To which Kristoff and Anna simultaneously finish the question, the trio exchanging looks with one another and Hans until their gazes all finally were trained on Elsa's determined face.

"Yeah! Do hot springs even have mouths?" After initial enthusiasm, Olaf's own crooked muzzle then whispers out its side to a shrugging Boninite, looking up at the entranced Ice Queen as if she was crazy.

"No." GranPabbie responds softly to Olaf as he scoots closer to the spring, shaking his head while unrolling right beside the doubtful snow creature. But his smile directed up at the queen who deserved all their adoration and veneration was filled with pure pride in the worthy and wise young woman for all she had become.

"But they have memory." Spoken in a hushed whisper, Hans picks up on the aged Troll leader's thought. For his Elsa had already, quite vividly described her journey to Ahtohallan to her curious, interested young husband one long and descriptive night during their unforgettable honeymoon.

"Correct, Your Majesty." Giving King Hans a bowed, craggily head, GranPabbie was gaining more and more respect for the young man whom God had brought to be Queen Elsa's fitting partner through destiny to help her rule this beautiful land.

In awe himself of his precious queen's brilliance yet again, Hans takes his rightful place at Elsa's side. Placing his hands on her bare shoulders, Hans just had a feeling she was about to do something incredible, which needed his support.

Glad her wonderfully solicitous husband was securely there to silently encourage with endless faith in her, Elsa closes her eyes even tighter.

Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah!

In the flash of a second, the rock formation of the boulder barrier on the geyser covering the geyser which the frightened older Rock Trolls had erected goes flying in every turbulent direction to scatter across the valley once again. The dried up hot spring geyser's cracked, arid ground was once again revealed.

Inspecting it further, the formidable Ice Queen then goes easily down on her pale blue knees in her iridescent platinum crystal dress, with the instant gentlemanly aid of her knight errant helping her down.

Elsa's gaze was drawn to a small stone pebble remaining atop another on the arid dirt there. She reaches out, turning it over to touch her delicate, long fingertip to the tiniest molecule of moisture left in the vacuum remaining on its underside in a single, miniscule, hidden water droplet.

In a startling revelation to her wide open elemental spirit mind, Elsa glimpses how the Fire Trolls had, in longing for the warmth the more heated climate they had become accustomed to in their former underground Nibelung lives spent closer to the earth's intensely heated core, all had been drawn to the hot spring geyser's innately balmy warm temperature like a magnet.

In so doing, the Fire Trolls had innocently steam absorbed the waters for its vitality with their natural energy flaming tails, en masse night after night, in order to replenish the source of waning sunlight, which was denied for great portions of the day during the nation's current continental polar night timeframe at this time of the year.

None of the Fire Trolls—not even their sagacious leader Boninite—were even aware that their very beings were the reason for the underground geysers' water system being essentially dried up and depleted by their heated bodies in a steam expansion cycle.

But, in the same respect, the Rock Trolls could not be expected to ever comprehend this—never mind overlook it—when they still held such fear. And fear and prejudice and ignorance all went hand in hand.

Ahh ahh ahh ahh...

How can I convince them that there truly is no fear in love, as I have learned? What can I do to solve this enormous issue for our peoples, Lord?

Ahh ahh ahh ah ahh..

Why do I feel someone is calling to me, someone who wants to help them? Wants to break free and let go of all the limits of fear that's holding them back?

Ah-ah ahh-ahh ahh

That melodic inner glow palpitates in color and sentiment, with a song rising up in Elsa's breast, urging through her destined veins in every language she knew, from Northuldran Saami to Norwegian to Danish to Elemental...

Show yourself!

Her eyes still shut closed tight, Elsa's countenance was a riddled mystery to those watching her silent plea for the underlying force singing a choral symphony from her head to her toes, reaching deep into her heart and soul to reveal itself...

But it was her true love who would not let her go into this new unknown journey alone, as Hans Westergaard, too, sinks to his knees to be face to face with his Elsa, willing for her to draw strength from him.

Wordlessly supportive, Hans presses his noble brow and firm forehead to hers, squeezing both his Elsa's pale and trembling cool hands tight in his secure, warm ones. As the twelve trees lined in the Arendelle avenue grove planted in tribute to their wedding and the country's unification fully illuminate in their individual hues of the aurora borealis, the angels dancing upon each tree's snow frosted pinnacle bough raise their voices into a singular song.

It was a beautiful and sweet love song which had been reverberating upon Elsa Westergaard's pure heart for some time now. And it clearly mirrored her compassionate heart and that of her beloved's fierce strength and inspiring courage for the future, playing notes through their deep bond.

Ah-ah-ahh Ah-ah-ahh Ah-ah-ahh Ah-ah-ahh...

Belief, Praise, Promise, Understanding, Laughter, Happiness, Health, Increase, Peace, Dreams, Hope and Trust echo along the lives of this man and his wife's intertwined souls in the tender yet brashly bold, gentle but clearly fierce, soft, yet blindingly bright, new and exciting way...

Elsa's energized touch flows through not only the water with memory, but straight through the surface stone which her elegant fingertips had been squeezing. Her Earth Giant friend, Jordskevelvet, from ground miles away, elementally persuades the growing sleepy Rock Trolls to also open their eyes. And through Queen Elsa and King Hans' heartfelt blessings and love nurtured, running the gamut between Belief and Trust, the Trolls each were able to see what she had seen the moment her compassionate mind and generous heart had glimpsed the memory lodged there in that single steamed water droplet.

Swirls of aurora borealis lights rise from the Arendelle grove, originating at the center of the lane where sisters Happiness and Understanding wisely reigned side by side. The impressive light display dazzles the Arendelle citizens and all those awash in its radiance abroad as it travels northwards. As it does, the delicate waves of light form into seven bands of coloratura hues raining down from the sky slowly to stretch entirely over the distressed Trollheimen Valley.

One by one, under the glowing bands of AB light weaving directly overhead, the rest of the slumbering Fire Trolls begin to stir from their hibernation a little early, for the polar night darkness was still hanging over the skyline there.

In the rainbow's collected water droplet memories repetitive play in the ice, young and old Fire Trolls could be seen shivering in the bitter cold December frost in this Artic circle nation. Their lowly flickering flame tails tucked beneath they were huddled by the only heat source in the chilly Troll Valley—its geyser hot springs—as they had spent their day long tending the land to grow silk and straw whilst collecting boulders for their Rock Troll cousins to grow much desired moss under, in true gratitude for their hospitality since the refugees' arrival in Trollheimen Valley. The gathered Fire Trolls, finding some relief near the hot springs in their uncomfortable cold igneous rock stones, were artlessly unaware that they had been drying up the underground water system.

"Under this magnificent glow of our kingdom's unifying light, do you see now what it is to love your neighbor, my dear Rock Trolls? Let us be more compassionate than self absorbed in this coming New Year, in this coming new era in thankfulness to our Creator, giving Him respect for the miraculous gift of His blessed Christmas Child who shines the light of truth through the darkness of forgotten fears." GranPabbie instructs his still wide awake citizens who were left blinking up at the brilliant AB light show above after trying to absorb all the incoming visual data exonerating their Fire Troll cousins into their hard heads.

"Amen Domino Deo Nativitatis qui fecit saecula ultra saecula et attulit lucem per tenebras..(Amen to the Lord God who made ages beyond ages and brought Light through the darkness." Boninite adds her small prayer of reverence in Latin which all her fire Trolls understood, and bowed their heads in agreement to.

"Please allow our Saviour Jesus' goodness and mercy to be our entire nation's gift to one another, this Christmas and all year long. " Encouraging his wife with a squeezed hand all the while, King Hans had lifted his Queen Elsa her elegant feet, elucidating this prayer request for all their peoples on behalf of them both.

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

Elsa suddenly felt moved to wave her elegant arms about, she indefinably weaving the glistening ribbons of colored aurora borealis streaks to band in a Biblically symbolic formation, one atop another.

This amazing Northern lights' rainbow was blinding to behold as it brightens the heavens in more ways than one, yielding a new and intriguing heat source to sustain the Fire Trolls at this cold season in this part of the country.

As Anna claps with joy at the sight she had been wishing for, she strangles Kristoff by his leaf scarf that Bulda had freshly knitted him. Rock and Fire Troll alike move towards one another to stand beneath the healing aurora borealis rainbow, featuring light sparkles which banished fear, falling from Above. So, now side by side, starting with Boninite and GranPabbie, the Trolls of both races give one another armloads of warm hugs, mouthfuls of begged forgiveness and smiles of renewed friendship and fellowship, their collected hearts of stone broken by the Lord's Light and promise of Christ's forgiving Love.

As the rainbow beams of AB light brilliantly shine on the Valley of the Trolls, a snow refracted angel's wings could have been seen sprinkling fairy dust over even the hardest hearts.

The ethereal being could have been spotted, had anyone been looking at the other end of the rainbow, where the main geyser hot springs which had first gone out, now flowed freely again in the exact spot existed where this whole cultural problem began.

"Hey! Did any of you see that...white winged butterfly...dropping...fairy dust...from overhead?" Olaf strangely asks as the snow creature borne of sisterly love squints his coal black eyes up into the rainbow's blinding light behind him.

"White wings...? Hey, I thought I saw something like that on top of my apple tree back at our tree grove before..." Anna, not usually the most observant one, much like her counterpart Olaf, comments aloud.

"Hmm...mustn't be a butterfly. Because it just went down that hole. Butterflies like to fly free in the sky. Not go underground. Unh-ungh. I think there aren't butterflies at this time of year here either, Olie." Eliana corrects her snowmate matter of factly, as was a wife's prerogative.

"If only the Northern Lights this bright could last all the time around here! Then both Troll races could be awake side by side! And maybe all the geysers will heal up again, too." Ever the optimist, Princess Anna runs up to her sister to embrace Elsa for this incredible feat which unified both races into one big Troll family to be able to be awake together at the same time hours of the day. That would definitely help them find other ways to keep warm as one peaceful, whole community with one another.

"Heal the geysers...?" Keeping the Northern Lights rainbow continual in this part of the country was something she perhaps could arrange through refracted permafrost ice magic, though Elsa was less certain of the viability of the sky's aurora borealis having effect on the defunct hot springs, which stemmed from deep, deep underground.

"My queen." As Hans softly pets Elsa's unsure cheek to express his pride in her and their country at peace, the couple gazes above at the AB Rainbow overhead. And all around understood that they were the perfect pair of leaders, that this nation's trouble was mitigated only because of Queen Elsa's overwhelming tenerity and inner light of faith in Almighty God. For that belief activated both Rock and Fire Trolls' compassion, generosity and mercy to overcome fear and division with Jesus' love and peace the Northuldran trees had reflected.

"Take heart that you've healed the division between their peoples, which is most important of all, min ædle." Breathing in her platinum hair with a kiss and logical reassurances, Hans' redeemed heart had certainly believed in Elsa's God-given powers to be able to accomplish this, enhanced by their combined spirit of love which joined Hans and Elsa Westergaard together for eternity. "The rest, we must allow Mother Nature to have time to deal with and rejuvenate the Hot Springs, if given proper environmental care, now that we are aware of what was siphoning the energy source."

"Or...you just have to figure out how to fix the busted hot springs with your ice magic, right, Elsa?!" Brightly grinning with hope, Anna, endlessly believing in her sister, offers after she, Kristoff and Mattias had been tinkering with digging down a bit to investigate how deep the geysers had been dried up, but to no avail as yet.

"But... I don't know how..." Elsa's content smile at the reconciled Troll races evaporates into a furrowed brow at Anna's down to Earth solution. All at once the Ice Queen realized that her best efforts with the AB radiating warmth only remedied half of the societal problem up here on the surface end.

And fixing the depleted underground water system, which had fueled the delicate geyser ecosystem causing the hot springs to naturally flow beneath the surface of the ground from time immemorial, was a little bit above her pay grade.

Rather, underneath it.

Caves and dark dank catacombs were not exactly Elsa's favored cup of iced tea, particularly after tangling with the Djvaelen Troll down there in his evil, dark lair.

WHOOSH! GURGLE! GURGLE!

SPURT! SQUIRT! SLURP! SPEW! SPLISH! SPLASH!

However, just then, as if on perfect cue, the hot springs closest to where Hans and Elsa stood hand in hand, begins to gurgle and spurt steam, rumbling from the ground a moment before it sputters back to life to spew water everywhere on their collected and shocked, but deliciously joyous heads.

"All right!"

"Yeah! You did it!"

"It's a Christmas miracle!"

"AMEN! Thank you, Lord!"

"Well, tickle my cairn!"

"Merry Happy Christmas Eve, tidings of good geyser cheer!" Olaf sings to his favorite Christmas diddy as he spins Eliana around the jubilant crowd which was ogling the hot spring which had been reinvigorated in this timely fashion.

"Ha ha ha! You fixed it, Queen Elsa! You the lady!" Bulda gives credit where she believed it was due. The older Rock Troll woman slaps her husband Cliff on his rock hard chest with a proud giggle as she looks up with a motherly smile up at the gifted young woman. All the other Trolls, Rock and Fire alike—who were less vocal, but just as pleased—were celebrating in big smile fashion. All start either clapping for their wonderfully talented Queen, or bowing on their humbled faces in her eminent presence in the kissed geyser dirt.

"Gratias tibi, regina ex Caelo." (Thank you, queen from Heaven.) Boninite lifts her praiseful head to smile up at Elsa, her now absolved fire-ended tail, and that of her entire race, waving in gratitude.

"But, I didn't…" Elsa starts to explain that she had no role in this latest amazing event.

"We Trolls can never thank you enough for saving our beloved land, Your Majesty. The Creator had truly blessed our valley with a treasure such as you. All those years ago when your parents brought you here as a little girl, Queen Elsa, I knew you were special." GranPabbie was grateful beyond his decades to express to the young Queen of Arendelle for not only healing the distressed rift between the Troll clan and their long lost cousins, but she immediately thereafter also healed their distressed land and its defunct geyser.

Or was it not she alone…?

"Oh. And now I see the blessing will continue long after my time here is complete." Suddenly smiling from granite stone ear to ear as he touched his wise hand to Elsa's, the ancient, eyesight dimmed Troll leader still had the intuition of time-honed experience and soulful depth. The Northern Lights which directed his leadership and wisdom for almost a millennium now gave GranPabbie insight into the future, as he deep reads into Queen Elsa's glistening eyes leaned down to his level.

And as Pabbie touched her hand in gratitude, Elsa's just as glimmering aura sparked his AB infused Troll necklace pendant to brightly illuminate over his predated stone's now warmed chest under the mass of green moss he wore. His golden Troll leader crystal practically explodes with a new energy the closer he drew to the Ice Queen.

"Hmm?" Elsa was just about to inquire what the learned old leader meant in that mysterious phrase and that even more intriguing long search into her eyes. However, her talkative younger sibling beats Elsa to the punch.

"You're gonna live a long, long time, Pabbie! Joseff has a lot to learn from his great GranPabbie about the Troll crystals! Not to mention how to roll a pretty nifty boulder in fresh moss to make a proper Flemmy badge for his future stone mitzvah party!" Almost in tears at the idea of sad parting, Anna exclaims, throwing her emotional arms around the older than dirt, yet so lovably sedimentary curmudgeon.

"Yeah. You'd better stick around, Pabbie. My kid doesn't know a garnet from a garden yet. Nevermind a peridot from periwinkle." Kristoff admits of their not so bright—as yet—little son, trying to bring a little gem of humor to the gravity of the weighty subject his Anna was touching on.

{"Ex-cuuse me!? My baby boy is super smart!"} Anna retaliates, her wobbly lip flipping around at her husband's wise baiting.

{"C'mon, Anna! He's ace at picking his nose, but wants nothing to do with an ice pick yet. I can clearly hear his thoughts, and Joey can only manage to coherently say the word 'sandwich,' so far."}

{"And 'Baby.'"} Anna's still easily smitten mind whispers to Kristoff's, her husband's fond pet name something so familiar and well-used around their home that Joseff had been able to wrap his little mouth around those two syllables his daddy always uttered to his mommy.

"Our Joseff sounds like he's growing up so fast! I wish I could see him and wrap that little bundle of joy up in a big Bulda bear hug!" Granny Bulda's only dream was to visit her sweet and squishy soft blonde baby boy child who was the spitting image of their Kristoff already. The new grandmother lets out a very loud, heart-shuddered sigh at the thought of their little family's separated first Christmas, and Cliff wraps a firm arm around his sturdy wife's a-sighing shoulders.

Soon, Anna and Kristoff join in the melancholy sigh at the fact that their close family was living so far apart.

"...Why not...? I think that can be arranged..." Elsa's thought-provoked, softest voice suddenly pipes in. "What say you, my King, if we invite Bulda and Cliff—and every one of our Troll friends who wish to come, as well—to the very special Arendelle Christmas skating event scheduled at noon, and our subsequent Traditional Christmas Eve Caroling Trek tonight?" The once timid young ruler of Arendelle surprises everyone when she makes this uncharacteristic, overtly friendly and extremely extroverted invitation to the large group of oft gregarious and noisy Trolls.

"I say... 'Bravo!' for that magnificent idea, my once shy and introverted queen of my heart." After a speechless pause, King Hans blinks his bright viridescent green eyes twice. Then he wraps his other proud arm around his bold wife's beautifully charitable gesture to this royal rural branch of the their multiracial citizenry.

"I agree wholeheartedly that all of our people should be included in our kingdom's celebration of the Christ child, for our Lord and Saviour Jesus' Holy Birth. Not to mention, the important introduction of Queen Elsa and our Kingdom of Arendelle's newest Christmas tradition." King Hans—not forgetting his Elsa's eagerness to forge their new tradition in the form of a Christmas Carol contest—so eloquently chimes in total consent. He was as proud of his bride coming out of her shell as he could be.

"Oh, Elsa! Great idea! Not only did you fix the busted hot springs, but you are going to give Joseff the best Christmas Eve ever! I love you, big sister!" Anna nearly turns inside out with joy, her broad smile encompassing all her family, her Troll-in-laws, and all her friends. She runs up to Elsa and clasps her amazing sister's hands in hers, shaking them up and down in raw excitement for her boy's first Christmas Eve outing, now with his GrandTrolls present, too.

"Well, then it's decided! Everyone! Please follow me to attend the tradition of our Arendelle Christmas festivities—together!" After giving only a moment or two in perplexed thought of her questionable role in fixing the hot springs which was still in contemplation in the back of her mind, Queen Elsa, on her handsome King Hans' noble arm, leads the growing group with a gorgeous smile and wave.

Rock and Fire Trolls, linked hand in hand, all move towards the glowing rainbow lights, and two by two step through the AB portal the enchanted Ice Queen of Tenerity had opened with a crystalline elemental wave of her incredible fingertips.

With her people behind her, her dearest ones at her side, and her heart filled with an unknown expectant joy, Elsa was heading home to create her and Hans' new Christmas tradition there.

Ah Ah ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ah Ahh Ahh Ahh...

When the AB portal opens back in the exact same place at the end of Arendelle lane, Elsa was first dazzled by the twelve points of shimmering light atop each of the special Northuldran transplanted trees that for an instant the iridescent white crystal pinnacles as brilliant as stars appear to her dizzy eyes to have shining shimmering wings.

But with dilated eyes, Elsa, just stepping through the prismatic field of her own created spatial portal, could not identify the interesting enigma which again just slipped past her muddled consciousness.

…like ice…

Oh-ohh!

"Steady there, my ice angel! I've got you!" A soaring tenor swoops into Elsa's cloudy consciousness to come to the rescue as he always did.

Luckily for the platinum and pale blue lilac caped elemental Ice Queen, her able mate had crossed over through the glistening portal just in time to right Elsa's wobbly gait.

"Did a will 'o the wisp of the wind catch hold of you between portals, my love?" He asks with concern, brushing back the tousled blonde waves of her long hair. But before Hans' increasingly confused wife could respond, her sister assertively reenters through the vacillating rainbow colored portal directly behind them.

"Ooh, Tickle bumps! Those Northern Light beams sure tickle upon entry! Whoo-whee! That's the only way to travel, Elsa! Now I wish we brought Joseff with us!" Princess Anna exclaims, feeling titillated in every fiber of her being by the radiating light swirling around her body and pervading even into her now illuminated pores.

"It's still Joseff's bedtime, Anna, and he was wanting a sleepover with John anyway in the barn. Don't worry, they're fine, with Svala keeping an eye on the two babes asleep in her manger. Joseff's all good, Baby." Kristoff calmly quells her exuberance, always being the down to Earth coherent partner in their marriage.

"Well…I'll definitely wake him up to be a part of the return trip home with his GranTrolls!" The pouty face ginger decides for both of them, already planning ahead to all join in the next exhilarating scheduled trip through Elsa's portal.

"Speaking of whom…where would you like me to direct our Christmas Troll invasion forces, without startling the good citizens of Arendelle entirely on this early holiday morning, Your Majesties?" Another down to Earth, only slightly patronizing, male voice intercedes for the incoming horde—there was not another word for the raucous, noisy, wide eyed, aurora borealis rainbow inspired group of Rock and Fire Trolls—just a few steps behind the dark skinned officer who was standing just on this side of the Spirit of Tenerity's magic portal.

General Mattias was pointing a thumb back over his incredulous shoulder to his new King and Queen for their orders of accommodation for the dozens upon dozens of Troll visitors.

"Ah, yes..." Elsa just then realized the consequences of her sudden invite of the entire Troll clan to Arendelle's Christmas Eve celebrations.

"Perhaps, your ice could project upon the glistening ice rink just opposite of here that incredible aurora you had manufactured to sustain both Troll race energies simultaneously, my queen, so the rejuvenatingly warm reflection of which will thusly extend to our entire Arendelle Cultural Center? I believe each Troll scholar—young and old alike—will find the arts and library centers we have erected there truly educational and entertaining as it has been for our visitors. Just as I am certain that any of our Arendellians already present there will do their utmost to welcome and learn from our northern peoples the same." Always ready with a duly beneficial master plan, King Hans intelligently rises to the occasion, giving his partner queen much relief in his sagacious words and clever idea to keep the large amount of Trolls in their town preoccupied until later.

"Thank you, my brilliant king. You always can swiftly think your way through anything." Elsa whispers her gratitude in Hans' sideburns with a soft pat to his reddish facial bristles she adored.

"That's why we compliment one another so well, min hvvidue. Your aptitude is in your limitless dreams, and mine, meager as it may be, wreaks havoc in my ever plotting brain." The humble man bows his comely redhead to his bride while maneuvering his elegant lips to kiss her fingertips. Loosing a little giggle, Elsa glows both inside and out as her refracted ice projects—as her king had cleverly suggested—from her enhanced AB portal to shine like a rainbow across the short way to the Arendelle Cultural Center's vaulted open ceiling section, to where the ice rink was located.

The beams of heart-calming, multi colored Northern Light hues then cryokinetically reflect upon the entire stadium where Ice Queen Elsa—with Secretary Anna's assistance, King Hans' direction, Lord Kristoff's hands-on workmanship and the requested aid of cousin Rapunzel's friend, Varian Gutenberg's, ingenious 'Ice Re-Touch-up Machine'—had created the most beautiful ice rink for her beloved community to share and laugh and have ice to skate on and enjoy all year round.

"Okay! That'll do it! Are you Trolls all ready to become cultured? Permission to lead the way, Admiral? Gotta admit, our King and Queen are pretty groovy movers." Destin Mattias had seen quite a bit of artful leadership, but these two young people took the cake in working-hand-in-hand.

"You've got that right!" Grinning broadly, Secretary of State Anna Bjorgman brims over with excitement, once again feeling like a kid herself witnessing her big sister's amazing abilities of ice and snow and rainbows and all. Anna then links her arm into Mattias' on one side and Kristoff's on the other. The spunky Norwegian female loved the idea of introducing her dear Troll friends and family to the wonders of Arendelle's new, mind improving and society uplifting cultural center their King and Queen had recently built for the whole community.

Every pair of Trolly eyes blink twice first—the word 'culture' not exactly in the noisy, brash and basic Troll DNA—although, the Fire Troll branch was cultured enough to have taught their children to strive to learn at least three languages, ancient Latin, Northuldran Saami, and age old plus modern Norwegian among them—before letting out a rowdy, simultaneous cheer at Fire Troll leader Boninite's prompting.

"YEAH!"

"All righty! We'll get you guys all settled into the Cultural Center's impressive Ladies Learning Library Elsa's booked up with all her favorite novels, and the Christmas Cookie Cocoa Corner where Olaf and Eliana pass out for free our favorite baker Halima's hot out of the oven sweet snacks before you get sucked into the swashbuckling maelstrom of Hans' hoity-toity Historical and Nautical Museum where you can view fine artwork, ancient weapons, read past documents, and follow old dusty maps before you get to explore some realistic sea caves and cool beach coves. There's even parts of a pirate ship there we recreated of our seafaring and native Scandinavian roots. Ohh—ohh! All you kids are gonna LOVE the clay sculpting of our 'Flemmy the Fungus Troll Challenge' that Kristly and I might have had a hand or two in setting up! Real berries and moss cake all being stewed up to decorate your own celebrated version of the renowned Troll hero! And then anyone who's interested in watching the skating routines could come with me to check out a super special skating team that good ole Nan Margery Meg has assembled to knock all our socks off!" Giving Boninite a big warm hug when her speech was finished, the ginger princess rattles off to the speechless crowd of Trolls without even taking a breath in her fervor.

"C'mon, gang! Let's all say: 'CULTURED!" Anna raises her fist to the sky high after that rousing battle cry, filled with voice acting and animated gestures.

"CULTURED!"

Anna was in honest excitement to introduce her friends to the place, she having had much to do with so many of the Arendelle Cultural Center's goings on. The Secretary of all things fun rings in the season's jubilee to the Trolls who become jazzed up by her inviting singing and pied piper-like dancing lead.

"The Center is open, so's the ice rink floor! Christmas is Arendelle at its core! Who knew we'd invite 10,000 Trolls through the open gate?!" Again, all in earshot follow the vivacious songstress through the pavilion path into the courtyard. The Trolls could not resist skipping a step or two themselves—heavily—on the thankfully sturdy new paved pathways as they clap along with Anna's jaunty lyrics, getting into the spirit of the season of giving, for sure.

"But Trolls don't wear socks." Dour Dolomite—unable to take all of the bah-humbug 'cur' out of curmudgeon entirely, even on Christmas Eve—comments literally to GranPabbie, who was slowly walking at his side rather than dancing with the all the others.

Sharing a soft sigh with Boninite across the way, the ancient Rock Troll leader could only roll his eyes to the heavens and the rainbow of fruit flavors shining above that the Lord had given him such a stiff-necked people to have leadership of.

Ahh-Ahh-Ahh

Ahh-Ahh-Ahh…

There was quite a hubbub at the Arendelle Cultural Center after the colorful wave of lights the AB aura had softly, intricately swept over the land. Its rainbow had been artistically aimed to be reflected off the large mirror of the vast ice rink there, which the Ice Queen herself had crafted to perfection.

For as the rainbow lights of the aurora borealis illuminated the freshly cleaned and sparkling frost ice surface below their feet, everyone standing upon Arendelle's ice rink recalled how their kind and generous young queen had created this splendid place for them with love. So, as the colorful streams of AB light reflect upon the ice—which their inventor friend Varian had personally come to see that his Ice Machine had just finished properly polishing below—each participant of the Arendelle Christmas Eve skating event present on the ice could feel the same special harmonious notes of a new song Elsa had been hearing flow through their hearts.

Trust, Encouragement, Nobility, Empathy, Righteousness, Inspiration, Truth and Yearning—all the tenants of the Fifth Spirit of Tenerity which ran through Queen Elsa of Arendelle's true blue blood veins still, now flowed up through the moisture of the ice. Those beliefs full of courage had been imbued straight through the young skaters especially, who benefited most from the rainbow of the Lord's sweet promise of positive mercy and faith in tomorrow.

And who more special or deserving than Nan Margery Meg and her newly assembled team of adorable young children whom Anna had named the 'Wishful Wheelies' to deserve this extra burst of the Lord's promise rainbow shine this Christmas Eve blessed morning?

Svala the reindeer comes cantering out from the distance of Rose Cottage to greet the travelers home with excitable Joseff proud as a 'Reindeer King in Training' riding his own rangifer colt, John's, back.

Anna scoops up her bouncing baby boy and leaps upon Svala, eager to catch a glimpse of her replacement skating team of little heroes which she and Nan Margery had planned together the day before. She abruptly tugs Kristoff behind her to sit on the reindeer doe's back.

"Whoa, Feistypants! Your mom is crazy, Joseff! But…I love crazy." Kristoff corrects himself as he wryly quotes to his son, holding both the chortling child and giggling Anna tight. The nutsy ginger then turns her head back the split second before urging the flying reindeer to take to the sky to address her sister.

"Race you and Red back to Arendelle's Cultural Center skating rink?!" The now bright eyed and energized by excellent excitement princess cries out the competitive challenge to her best friend and red headed travel mate.

"You're on, Ginger!" Expert racer of all four-legged beasts, competent Hans Westergaard needed no further prompting when he and his own laughing bride were whisked upon big Sven's just as playful back.

"Care to make it a threesome race? I gotta get back to the bakery to help with the Christmas Eve catering rush or my Hallie will kill me! C'mon, Johnny! These two animated piles of snow must be equal weight to a human woman to make it fair, right? Though they're a pretty sad replacement for my baking beauty." Destin Mattias calls out to Sven and Svala's compliant young son, who was only too glad to join in the giddy spirit of the moment.

Christmas joy was in the very pulsating air around the center of Arendelle, where the AB aurora yet hung its vague rainbow, stretching even over the outskirts of town to the special tree lined Avenue.

"Too true." In unison, new husbands Hans and Kristoff exchange a jinx snap finger gesture in the cold December 24th winter air when both young men agree wholeheartedly with fellow husband Destin Mattias' intimation on his lack of wifely close marital privileges that could not be replaced by meltable snow creatures.

Three members of Sven's reindeer family, at the count of 'one, two, TREE!' take off by hoof down the glimmering tree lined path towards the Cultural Center awaiting much Christmas time fun.

…ah-ahh ah-ahh ah-ahh ah-ahh...

Attendees of the Arendelle skating rink's practice session were overjoyed to spot their good friends and kind hearted rulers riding in on a racing reindeer run dash. Which, by the way, John had won by a nose when motherly Svala had inconspicuously cut off her rangifer mate to slow Sven down enough to give their young buck of an adolescent son a bit of a heads up. And with Olaf being literally launched onto the skating rink when John stopped short, it had cemented Mattias and the snow people's victory on John.

"Queen Elsa! Watch me!" An unbelievably sweet faced little boy was fearless of breaking his fragile bones any longer for once in his young life as eight-year-old Caleb Shriner had felt the aurora borealis' healing tenerity flow through him as he races his wheeled seat as never before.

"Princess Anna! Wait til you see what I can do!" His elder brother Alec's voice was just changing, as was so much else about the longsuffering child's condition. The dark haired twelve year old's adorable bright smile told how his pain level, too, had shifted under the radiant rainbow's light as Alec accomplishes some daring wheelies on the ice in his special wheeled seat.

"Take a look at us!"
"King Hans... don't I look pretty in this new skating hat and Margery Meg knit for me?"

Doing her best to make a tiny bit of a curtsy to the handsome heartthrob of a King, Mia Shriner and her twin brother Connor had linked hands to simultaneously be able to bravely step up to stand behind their adaptive wheeled seats to spin together on the ice skating rink. Ever hand in hand, the twins lean to each other triumphantly, grinning ear to ear at their incredible feat that defied their debilitating spinal cord injuries.

Four sets of youthful lungs cry out spontaneously and full of vigor upon spying their favorite Arendelle royal friends. Each of the handicapped children wished to show off their incredible, new ice dancing moves spurred with amazing spirit that Elsa's Tenerity rainbow had imbued over the ice skating rink.

The 'Wishful Wheelies'—as Anna had persuaded Nan to dub the replacement skating team—mainly consisted of the four disabled Shriner kids, using their newfangled 'adaptive wheeled seats'. King Hans had Varian Gutenberg dreamed up the devices which the charitable new king schemed to make reality for these deserving paraplegic children to get around the playground as normal kids their age should.

But never, in their wildest dreams, did the little ones since their dreadful accident imagine they would be competing on the ice against some other more professional and able bodied adult teams.

But in Arendelle, Norway, in the magical Land of the Midnight Sun, any dream was possible, if you just had someone to believe that God made you special to shine just as you are.

"Aren't they wonderful? Bless their dear hearts!" And Grandma Margery held that generous loving heart which extended the spotlight of her great faith on these beleaguered young ones. The old lady dance instructor was bundled up in her signature knit shawl where she was seated on the ice arena sidelines, helpfully calling out instruction and direction to her students to be in metronome time. She was playing the piano there so the staccato beat flowing music of 'Little Drummer Boy' which the choir mistress believed was most apropos—and most moving—for these unique performers. And Margery Meg had noticed how the moment that the glistening AB light show had illuminated the skating field that the two of the children, who had been floundering to find their rhythm on the ice, had suddenly come in to their own and become brave enough to join their two more game siblings in the synchronized ice dance routine Nan had choreographed for the four especially.

"Indeed, they are magnificent!" Queen Elsa waves her pleased hands back to the precious new additions to their Arendelle family whose bright smiles were accentuated by the yet colorfully glowing ice rink surface.

"And that sweet boy, Varian, was so kind to check in with us early in the morning to make certain the children's wheeled seats were outfitted for the ice his clever machines had painstakingly polished and kept constantly cleared for us. What a treasure he would be as a husband to any young girl." Nan Margery, as was the hope of any maternal heart, wished to see her sweet granddaughter, Samantha, well matched before her time on earth to watch over her was done.

Samantha's jaw drops in scandalized horror and humiliation when the slight of stature, slender female just happened to pass by at her well-meaning Gran's conversational moment. At the same time, Varian's big eyes bug out at the implication while they trace the sleek blonde woman's beautiful skating lines across the ice.

Gulp. However attractive Nan's young ward physically was, connubial matrimony to anyone was the furthest thing from Varian's intellectually active twenty-four year old mind.

Or was it?

Illogical dreams begin to float on the aurora borealis mirrored ice where the normally clinical young Corona scientist was also present during the swirls of Tenerity light, which lent the heart wings to soar in Cassandrium aqua blue hues…

I'm ready as I'll ever be!

"Alas, our dear inventor friend has his sights on another attachment of a more raven shade back home in his native Prussia." Smooth with the ladies of all ages King Hans speaks up when the dark ponytail haired teen, whom he had personally requested to visit in order to facilitate the mastermind genius redhead's idea of 'wheeled seats,' appeared terrified to be so emotionally confronted.

Varian was glad that Hans did the answering for his tied tongue to the kind, but match-making old lady, just Nan Margery Meg's talented skater of a granddaughter was even further enamored of her ideal man in the svelte, gentlemanly King.

"Well, you can't blame an old lady for trying, when it's not easy to find an appropriate Tom, Dick, or Steve nowadays good enough for my precious, petite princess." Nan apologizes with a winning smile at the other set of young people recently come to her charge who were making their wheelchair way to her piano on the sidelines.

Though, I suppose there is that very polite, extremely tall and handsome son of our neighbor's who has been paying attention to my Samantha at church meetings of late. I thought I saw her giving a glance or two at poor young Stephen, whom I know has been longing to court his childhood crush for years…

"Wow! Great job, Alec, Caleb, Mia, Connor, and Samantha! You all look so great out there in those drummer outfits and tall red hats, my Wishful Wheelies! Just wait 'til the crowd gets in here and Varian turns that applause machine on! I bet you'll win!" Secretary Bjorgman proudly emerges on the ice to encourage the smallest entrants into the afternoon's Christmas traditional competition. And speaking of Christmas traditions…

Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh…

To Hans' delight, his inspirational wife appeared to be heartfully moved by the scene of the physically challenged three little boys and one little girl all dolled up in drummer boy outfits, complete with tall red, black tasseled hats. Elsa was nearly in tears to witness these children giving their all and actually enjoying the performance fearlessly skating out in the open overcoming their shyness and unashamed to be themselves as she steps out of her own timidity.

"Come they told him, pa-rum pa-pum pum!" Elsa's crystal clear voice suddenly rings out across the ice to join a Nan Margery's accompaniment on the piano of the sweet Christmas song: 'The Little Drummer Boy".

"I am a poor boy, too, pa-rum pa-pum pum!" Inspired by Nan's piano music, Elsa moves closer to the skater's rink to watch the synchronized dance of the four wheeled seats and the only young female skater from Anna's original team left uninfected by the nasty flu going around. By luck, or Providence, it was Nan's own granddaughter Samantha, who was a volunteer singer in the church choir and children's helper at the school—not to mention Queen Elsa and King Hans' devoted admirer.

Wanting to aid the least in their kingdom like her generous Nan, Olaf's dear friend Samantha was beautiful inside and out. And she was only too pleased to join along to be back up dancer and drum player of sorts to keep rhythm with her fellow Wishful Wheelies. The slender beauty was outfitted with a little drum set strapped to her sleek red and white, tall black hat, toy soldier outfit, being skilled enough to skate around the four children and assist them on the ice, if necessary. Samantha was keeping the drumbeat rhythm in time with Nan's piano playing, all while selflessly showcasing the Shriner kids more than herself.

"I have no gift to bring! pa-rum pa-pum pum!" The Arendelle monarch was singing for the children as well, she motivated by their guts and simple, but evocative, artistry as the Wishful Wheelies move back and forth across the ice in wheeled pirouettes. Inspired by her Tenerity lead, the team even make circular wheelies and perfect cadence with Nan's Drummer Boy music, the kids' rhythm now enhanced further by Elsa's coloratura soprano voice.

Alec, Caleb, Connor and Mia were smiling from ear to ear to be serenaded by their favorite queen. Each child and their tearfully grateful parents witnessing this unheard of privilege awarded to humble citizens, were touched by Elsa's caring demeanor and patient inclusiveness to their newcomers of her realm.

"That's fit to give a king! Pa-rum pa-pum pum! Pa-rum pa-pum pum!. Pa-rum pa-pum pum!" Elsa's high, strong soprano soars as she shares nods of approval with her similarly side French-braided fan girls who, in those finely fitted toy soldier suits who were equally stunning in their own rights. Graceful skater Samantha zips adept figure eights around the four Wheelie children, throwing in a triple lutz or toe loop here and there as she continued to drum her drums in perfect palpitating percussion.

"Very skilled and elegant young lady. I wonder whose Queenly style she most admires." General Mattias comments to Kristoff and Hans from where the trio of men were watching from the sidelines as the 'toy soldier' was adroitly weaving through the children's wheeled seats as she played their drums for them to ice dance in time with the engaging rhythm.

Olaf, Eliana and the trio of Rangifers were also being entertained all the while to their own performers in a furry way, by the corral they had erected by the ice rink entrance, full of orphan kittens needing homes. Compassionate cat lady Nan Margery and the children had all worked together to paint up signs that read: 'Looking for good homes for Christmas' for the mass of baby kittens' before they began practicing this morning.

"Well she has a stellar example as her real life, model ice princess, for certain." While King Hans appreciated the girl's grace and artistic ability, his smitten eyes could only really see his gorgeous idol glowing in sheer iridescent beauty upon the ice rink stage. Elsa beams in a bit of feminine vanity to still hold her husband's total attention, even yet these nine months into their destined marriage as Hans places his warm hands to massage her cool, stiff neck.

Ah-ah ahh Ah-ah ahh…

"Shall I play for him? Pa rum pa rum pum. On my drum?" As she holds the half note meaningfully, Elsa belts out the next line of one humble child asking permission to venerate a Heaven-sent other, Elsa Westergaard feels nothing but pure love of every variety surrounding her once shut-in world.

"Mary nodded, Pa rum pa rum pum." At her older sister's hand prompting, Princess Anna takes over the next verse of the sweet holiday tune, she so glad that Nan suggested it and was truly proud of their brave young friends' achievements on the ice.

"The ox and lamb kept time. Pa rum pa rum pum."

"I played my drums for him, Pa rum pa rum pum!"

"I played my best for him! Pa rum pa rum pum."

"Pa rum pa rum pum, Pa rum pa rum pum, Pa rum pa rum pum pum."

Switching off the lines, Elsa joins a mittened Anna in air drumming with ice created drumsticks while they continue to sing the simple, yet so moving song in a sweet duet. Laughing, both were so pleased that after all they had lived through, the sisters could openly sing together like this at the skating rink both had worked to make reality with those they loved, for the community they loved, with the wonderful sister God gave whom they both loved beyond measure.

Reflecting on the words which showed the King of Glory's coming from a mere child's innocent perspective, with Hans in her eyes and Anna at her side, the Tenerity of Elsa's full heart again explodes. It was as if something hidden within was longing to be released, as soft cool winds swirl about the Ice Queen as she really feels her music surround her…

"Oh no! Not again!" Eliana's sweet voice squeals in a whined whisper when her parasol gets turned inside out by the sudden gust of icy wind.

"Maria! Kiara! Aft and starboard!" Stepping forward, responsible husband Olaf rather authoritatively calls out in nautical exclamation. "Dive and grab!" The clumsy snowman, who has been under astute naval training for evasive maneuvers after all these years serving with his favorite Admiral Westergaard, uncommonly comes to the rescue of the fluttering papers swaying on the AB swirls of light surrounding Elsa and Hans.

While a panicking Varian nearly faints when his mechanic automatons fail to spring to action in time, the quick thinking—for once—living, walking ad talking snowman one ups the brilliant inventor's drones. Fenrik Olaf of the Sjoforsvaret unleashes the intelligent pair of ginger kitties in his arms, which he and Eliana had become good friends with after their overnight slumber party, dash to make flying catlike leaps onto the busy ice rink's slippery surface to retrieve the about to be wheeled over pages...

Weave! Skid! Bob! Slide! Chomp! Bite! Leap! Jump!

And with perfect speed and precision nabbing only a feline could execute, working in claw flying tandem, the twin ginger cats in their own sleek skating choreography, managed to purloin the pitched piece of pristine papers just in time before little drummer boy Caleb's wheeled seat spokes had chewed it up in shreds.

Nan Margery Meg's granddaughter Samantha gives her beloved kitties a thumbs up and an extra pa rum pa rum pum drumroll in celebration congratulations as she glides past the feline heroines.

"Woo! That was a close call! Good job, Olaf! How did you know those cats were that fast to be able to get in and out after grabbing stuff?!" Kneeling to the ground to retrieve the papers in a whisper as Admiral Hans gives his junior officer a salute, Anna was impressed with her snowman friend's quick thinking direction to those capable cats.

"You should see them scale walls and dance around in sweaters to catch spiders! These smart gals can open doorknobs and do all kinds of clever tricks, so I taught them some official naval operations I'm expert at." Full of himself, Olaf responds with a thumbs up branch to Maria and Kiara who rub against his bottom snow mound, purring.

Purr! Purr! Purr…

"Then he smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum. Me and my drum..." As the soprano Ice Queen kept singing 'The Little Drummer Boy' for the skating performers, there were tears in every eye present, hers included. Elsa—with Hans' arms wrapped around her torso—'hot dog' melismas in a fitting end touch to this poignant Christmas song, as the matching toy soldier uniformed Wishful Wheelies finished their practice session with flair.

Each of the skaters and the Shriner kids were glowing on the ice with all the trust, encouragement, nobility, empathy, righteousness inspiration and tenderness of yearning her Tenerity had opened up in their hearts. They were positively beaming as the team—who were each His workmanship—shares their special light which the Lord had freely given them when He was born to bring every invalid human being—whether it be in body, mind or soul—into Jesus' forgiving, healing embrace forevermore.

The entirety of the Trolls, who had wandered out onto the skating rink at the sound of the drums rolling within this curious cultural center they had been unleashed upon, had never seen such wondrous and interesting devices as these wheeled seats. Not to mention their amazing young operators and skating music makers, as Fire and Rock Troll together as one harmonious clan, absolutely explode with the most uproarious clapping and screams of approval and pleased whistles.

So much so, that the 'Applause Level Scale,' which Hans had requested Varian to rig up and was currently being used in its testing stage, was literally blown off its decibel socket meter for the undoubted skill and shine of the adorable Wishful Wheelies.

"YAY, BRAVO, CHILDREN! BRAVO!" Suddenly appearing from behind the bleachers, a rather loud new onlooker thunderously claps, startling Eliana and causing her to drop those same squirrely pieces of paper Olaf and his cat crew had returned to her 'safekeeping.' But fortunately the wisp of another unseen cool wind catches the folded pages for her this time before they got too far away...

"Woohoo! Queen Elsa, Princess Anna! What a moving a performance! This will be a toughie to beat, even for my semi-professional team! Those young people are definitely the winners of this year's skating competition!" From out of nowhere, Oaken's sing-songy voice croons. The hulking Norwegian trader looms large in the high bleachers above the audience full of Trolls who all turn around to look up at him and collectively blink.

"But what about the Oaken Raiders? You're not gonna even try to outskate us this time?" Princess Anna recalled quite vividly the stiff competition the so-dubbed 'Raiders' had put up against her team year after year.

So, was he giving up now without even a try this season?

"After hearing that applauding big blowout that performance victory certainly will not be outdone or challenged, especially with that nifty machine you have hooked up as unbiased judge. Alas, as for my excellent team, I am here to ask Your Majesties to extend our admission, as none of us can perform until much later in the day, due to my entire family being struck, home sick with that contagious flu influenza. Now, if I could get home in time with this valuable remedy tonic, perhaps they will be fit and healthy enough to participate in an hour or two. But I would feel terrible and remiss for not offering you and these sweet children—out in this unseasonably not-as-cold-as-the-rest-of-town elements, under this pretty rainbow, hmm—the last of my preventative tonics first. My conscience would never let me have peace should any of you dear, darling ones fall to illness for my negligence as a good neighbor and fellow skating enthusiast." Oaken was a wily trader indeed, stringing the excuses and lofty platitudes along in the hopes for some cold hard cash recompense.

"Only I seem to have escaped the nasty sickness entirely, no doubt due to my healthy regimen of home remedies and vitamin-rich sweet potato, nut and herb filled diet. So my good wife has sent me shopping for edifying food supplies, as well, so as we may yet enter in the contest by sunset. Sadly, she apparently does not believe that pickled lute fisk mixed with crushed garlic and elderberry wine is a beneficial preventative tonic cure-all, as I do. Hmph, her loss." The healthy as—and big as—an ox, brawny, curled orange haired man explains his unusually competitive team's desertion from the skating scene. "I would advise you each to eat half a cup of my lute fisk and sweet potato tonic daily during this pandemic to avoid further contagion in our close knit society. Only ten kroner per tonic bottle." Launching right into a sale on his way out, ever the pitchman Oaken makes a quick sale recovery for his ever ready pop up traveling kiosk cart.

"If only my feeling poorly family did not need that one hundred skillings grand prize so much I would drop us out in an Oaken heartbeat and happily congratulate these gracious winners..." Playing on his customers' heartstrings, Oaken's beady eyes were lit up with a good day's deal as he dangles the conciliatory offer / veiled threat...

"I don't think any of us should really take that homemade medicine." Secretary Bjorgman whispers the warning behind her hand, wrinkling her nose as she points at the numerous, suspect medicine bottles of tonics in a basket proffered temptingly in the big man's hands, Anna remembered full well the last time Elsa had imbibed of Oaken's home 'remedy,' becoming rather lightheaded and loose.

She was about to refuse the tonics, but Hans speaks up quite diplomatically first holding up a hand to quiet his opinionated sister-in-law.

"Why, thank you for your concern for our well being, and also for your kind, philanthropic efforts, my upstanding citizen. Allow us to compensate you for those valuable tonics to keep the children well." Keen Hans spoke Oaken's language as he required no further prompting.

"We'll take the whole case of your excellent remedies. Arendelle is forever in your debt, and pray for you and your family to have a blessed Christmas time and swift return to full health." From one con man to another, Hans Westergaard understood this high pressure tactic was a lightly obscured threat to indeed reenter the competition, should Oaken not have achieved this large quantity sale.

The charismatically sly King of Arendelle reaches deep into his sword sheath's secret compartment clip where a hefty bag of silver and gold coins resided—for emergency ballast, of course. He simply hands the big guy the entire stash, which was at least ten times the going rate for tonic bottles, in exchange for the Oaken Raiders' compliant departure from the games without further muss or fuss.

Cha Ching! Dollar signs flash in Oaken's big beady, now smiling eyes. "I will be sure to inform the other also struck down teams of skaters that they needn't stir themselves from their beds since the competition title victory has already been claimed by these worthy young entrants." Oaken kindly offers before jumping on his sled cart, happy as a money making clam to have landed the big prize money without even having to skate one toe on the ice.

Silver and gold! Silver and gold…what in the world would it be? Without silver and gold decorations on every Christmas tree…

The satisfied trader, with a load of gold kroners and silver shillings in his pocket, was just about to pack up and leave, when Oaken turns his head to inform the King and Queen of something.

"Oh, and…due to this unfortunate illness, none of the rest of the epidemic struck down skating community was able to finish their song lyrics for the contest either for the King and Queen's request of their Christmas Eve Caroling Tradition. Sorry to disappoint." Oaken apologizes after he sees Elsa's forlorn expression. "Happy Christmas!" He adds before lumbering off into town, his pockets heavier than his heart.

"Did you guys hear that!?" Anna, (still eyeing Hans and his shifty sword sheath as the State Secretary considers investigating the state of the Arendelle's National Treasury in the new year, note to self) decides to bring sunshine to her sad sis. Anna was determined to find the fun in each moment, and make the most of this whirlwind lack of a competition, as she straps on her own ice skates. The go-getter girl gets on the skating rink and approaches the somewhat shell-shocked, confused team of Wishful Wheelies with a great big smile on her face.

"You've won the competition with that AMAZING performance! It was THAT good, you blew everyone else away! Congratulations!" With a jubilant clap of her mittens, Arendelle's Secretary of State Anna Bjorgman declares to the four wide eyed Shriner children and Nan's granddaughter, Samantha, as the official winners of this year's skate meet.

Okay, it was a little less than customary to have only one team participating in a competition. But with the overwhelming amount of applause which broke Varian's scale and the fact that they were the only team to show up demonstrating all the abilities and tenants of ice dancing that was so loved by the audience of visiting Trolls in the crowd it was off the Richter scale.

Then, why not?

It is Christmas Eve after all when magic things happen for good little boys and girls.

"We won the big prize?" Big brother Alec asks incredulously with a big smile curling the lips on his round face at not only the large amount of funds his family could sure use on their new farm, but the prestige that went with the victory.

"Really? Thank you for giving!" Caleb, the littlest and most handicap challenged of the Shriner kids asks with shock and awe on his cute little face which was soon awash with happy gratitude.

"Yep, kids, you won!" Nodding his reassurance, Kristoff had joined his feisty pants of a clutzy little wife who just recently had healed up. The caring husband was not going to leave her for long on her own on the slippery ice which she was prone to fall down upon in a graceless way. But graceful wasn't exactly what anyone would call the burly Ice Harvester, either. But with Sven and Svala flanking on each side of he and Anna, the clod couple couldn't fail to stay upright.

"Okay! That was a really exciting skate! Hopefully you get enough citizens out there tonight in this bitter cold night for some good singing and good Christian fellowship! Off, Admiral, Queen Elsa! Whoo I'm going home for some hot cocoa! Come on, Johnny! Take me home to some warm cake and even warmer Hallie!" Cool General Mattias blows on his frozen finger hands to take off to the sky in the young Rangifer buck's back. He and John fly over the over the rainbow bands to his beloved bride's bakery bounty. "See you all later then for the Christmas Eve Caroling tonight! Gotta get my throat warmed up for all that singing in the snow! Well, see if we care! Let it snow!" Mattias declares defiantly to the sky which had an indefinable magic about it.

"That's the spirit, General! Though the weather outside is frightful, and the fire inside's so delightful. As long as you love me so! Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!" His King breaks out in a little spontaneous musical accompaniment of his own in good-natured bantering. Hans' golden voice laughs across the airwaves. He gallantly invites his wife to take a twirl on his arm from the bleachers' stage podium down to the rink's edge, as gentlemanly Hans leads the way, causing Elsa to smile broadly with his winning congeniality.

Ah-ah Ah-ah-ahh…

"As official Ice Skating President Judge and reigning Queen of this fine nation of Arendelle, I hereby declare the Wishful Wheelies as this year's Christmas Eve Skating Championship's undefeated victors! You all deserve the great honor and sizable monetary prize in this blessed season for all the joy that you have brought to our citizens, from near and far! Congratulations and God's blessings as we take you to the Arendellle Castle luncheon, where you will be introduced as our musically inspiring, ice dancing heroes!" Elsa declares cheerfully as she steps a dainty foot onto the ice with her own chic and fashionable, iridescent shining ice skates to match her brilliant smile. But, the lyrical wind as she glided forward made Elsa recall Oaken's parting words, and she turns just a tad melancholy when she realized her final Christmas mission left on her to-do Santa's list—her dream of discovering her and Hans' own song tradition, was growing fainter and fainter as this Christmas Eve wore on.

Ah-ahh ah-ahh ah-ah-ahh, Ah=ahh Ah-ah-ahh…

Totally unaware of his cryo-creator's slight disenchantment regret, Olaf claps and whistles so hard it startles the Ice Queen in a brown study.

"YEAH! Short and/or skate-less entrants can win the big prize, Sven! You and I have hope for next year, for sure!" Olaf cries out giddily, holding up one of his snow pucks and one of Sven's cloven feet to display their previously believed inadequate 'footwear.' But as he does, the clumsy snowman accidentally bumps into his snow lady who was giving hugs to each of the victorious Shriner children as Eliana was just straightening her pink skirts, causing her to nearly fall. In the kerfuffle, the snow woman's prim little pockets, where she had stored important treasures—such as a reserved tea biscuit or two—was turned into an upside down rumpled mess as she frowns.

"Ohh, dear. Olie! Our Christmas Eve tea time piroulines that Halima and I had made special have been ruined!" Eliana wails as she extracts the decimated to crumbs, sweet chocolate inside sticks of crisp little cookies which had been crushed in her skirt pocket. But once most of the cookie crowns were removed, she turns inside out the pocket to reveal a piece of paper which had been carefully folded and stored there after those valiant cats had rescued it earlier.

"Oh, that's right! I have something here I've been trying to give you for your new Christmas tradition caroling tonight, Queen Elsa!" Righting herself to stand perfectly proper before her monarch, Eliana then produces those hard to keep a hold of, multiple flyaway pieces of paper she had reserved in the 'safety' of her pocket this time, rather than her usual umbrella nook corner where it had been blown out from before.

But after all the time it took for her diligent cleaning of the only slightly chocolate smudged paper and general fidgeting of her frills before she had spoken up, Eliana turns around and finds that most of the others—trolls and all—had already started to leave the ice rink, including Queen Elsa and King Hans leading the way to celebrate the winning Wishful Wheelies at the waiting palace.

"Oh, dear. I have missed them again…sigh" But the oft forgotten snow woman's thin branched wave and high pitched little voice had gone unnoticed amid all the whooping and whistling and laughter of the Trolls. They were noisily stomping and marching along with the King and Queen who were to hoist the victorious skating team of children on their wheeled seats to gently ride on Elsa's soft snow air lift over the crowd's boisterous shoulders.

"WISHFUL WHEELIES! ALEC! MIA! CONNOR! CALEB! SAMANTHA! WISHFUL WHEELIES! Alec! Mia! Connor! Caleb! Samantha…!" Down the street the Trolls go, triumphantly calling their names, growing fainter and fainter as they make their noisy way towards the castle.

There, King Hans and Queen Elsa would spend the rest of the afternoon celebrating the skating competition winners for a special Christmas luncheon where all of Arendelle—and Trollheimen, as well, apparently—were invited to be introduced to the conquering tiny team of famed, new skating heroes.

Even if the pristine new flooring of Arendelle castle might be crumbled like Eliana's piroulines, the tried and true-hearted nation would withstand it.

A suddenly tired Queen Elsa leans into her King Hans for support this busy Christmas, but the royal couple was only too happy to play hosts to their entire nation all afternoon long, if that's what it took to enjoy this coming Holy birthday of the Christ child sent to redeem the fallen world from its sin and death.

And now thanks to this singular young woman's shining light filled with the Lord's love, all of Norway-human, troll, and sprit-kind-now were united together as one nation around her radiant glow on this sparkling in ice rainbow Christmas Eve.

Exhausted at being on-the-go responsible nation rulers since early this morning, Elsa softly smiles to be in her beloved's secure arms. She felt Hans Westergaard's limitless love warm her all over, calming the Ice Queen's tremulous body, despite the gnawing feeling in the back of her soul of something undone yet to come, another secret door to be opened wide, a new song she didn't have the score of to be sung, as the hidden music of Elsa of Arendelle's intricate, unique heart plays on...

Ah ahh ahh ah ahh ahh…

min kæreste –my darling in Danish

min elskade –my love in Norwegian

min ædle –my precious in Danish

min hvvidue– my dove in Danish

Djævlen Trollden – Devil Troll

'Cassandrium' - aqua crystal forged by blacksmith/alchemist/inventor teen Varian Gutenburg in Cassandra Schmidt's honor

Fenrik – First Lieutenant in Sjoforsvaret navy

Kaptein – Captain in Sjoforsvaret navy

Skillings – monetary silver coinage of Norway, equaling approx. $3 in the mid 19th century

Happy Easter, dear Frozen again friends!

I hope you enjoyed this 4th installment to our Frozen Again 'Angels We Have Heard on High' Christmas Special! A lot of the issues confronting Queen Elsa and King Hans during their Christmas season have been addressed this episode.

From Troll unrest to defunct geysers, to skating competitions and influenza remedy sales and homeless kittens in between…All has been resolved by Elsa and her handsome King, save one last musical mystery, to be revealed in the next installment's grand finale conclusion…

I've been writing madly in spare moments, but with everything going on in spring planting season, I wasn't able to quite finish the tale in time for Easter as promised. So, as it was getting a bit long anyway, I decided to split this episode one more time from its final climax 'Epilogue' chapter, where ALL the lose ends will finally be tied up in a great big beautiful bow this blessed April, just in time for our beloved Daddy's birthday in Heaven celebration at April's end.

Thank you for bearing with me as we enjoy this Christmas/Easter in Arendelle special with the joy of the Lord in our hearts! After all, Jesus was born into this world at Christmas to complete His mission of redemption through selfless, unconditional Love at Eastertime.

God bless you all on this day we celebrate our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ coming to save our souls and open the gates of Heaven for all who trust in Him.

Blessings and love this Paschal season and always! If you were touched by those sweet children who I was inspired to include in the skating section of the story, as I am moved to tears every commercial, please show your love in donations to the deserving Shriners Children's Hospitals! 'Suffer the little children to come unto me." The Lord told us to share our love. May God bless the smallest among us on this blessed Easter! "Thank you for giving!'

Your Sister in Christ,
HarukaKou

"Jesus Christ is Risen today! Hallelujah!"

p.s. Listen for several Christmas holiday tunes featured here, such as Elsa's beautiful voice Idina Menzel singing 'The Little Drummer Boy" and Hans' stunning actor Santino Fontana singing 'Let It Snow' to give our chapter some cool, holiday music! ^0^ Do you hear what I hear?

p.p.s. Thanks for coming, my guest stars from across the pond! ;P HAPPY EASTER!