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"Frozen Again Christmas Special:
"Angels We Have Heard on High"
Part 2
"Touched by an Angel"
Tinkle...tinkle...
Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh,
Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh!
A spatter of chaotic flakes flurry around in a seemingly endless rondo. They trace the snow dusted ground in a yet vague silhouette just after Oaken and his family departed, swirling as King Hans was dutifully leading Guddy and John from the courtyard into the palace stalls, unaware his every move was being attentively monitored...
"VROOM, VROOMM VROOMM! Here comes little man for a landing!" King or no, Hans still had a knack for endearing himself with children, as he carried his young nephew up Arendelle castle steps and into Anna's bedroom like a rocket ship after Elsa had relinquished the squirmy child to her just returned husband.
"Are you really okay, Anna? Oaken said, had Guddy and John not intervened, it was a pretty dangerous spill that could've happened." Sharing a grateful nod with Hans for relieving her of Joseff, Elsa then addresses Anna, concern written on her pretty face for her sister.
"But it didn't! Oh, oww…" The buoyant young female's never-grow-old attitude was surely being tested as her bruised and twisted ankle tendons complained excruciatingly with each animated movement from the forever active young woman who was normally so lively.
"You're going to have to take it easy for a while now, young lady." Hans pulls some older brother advice, with a bit of kingly snobbishness lording over the immobile-in-bed young princess.
"Yeah, sure. Easy for you to say, Red." Anna grumbles under her breath at him. "I've got my bouncing baby Joseff to be mother to, a cottage to maintain that's full of half unwrapped presents; a stable full of poor beasts out in this bitter cold to care for; plus, my important State Secretary role to fulfill for our citizens and spread Christmas cheer in Minister Kai's place. Not to mention my skating competition duties where my team will be so disappointed that we're going to probably have to cancel the whole thing, if I can't find myself a decent replacement team leader in two days time! Oh! Stupid cold me to have an accident three days to Christmas! Wheesh!" All her pent-up energy goes into pulling out her loose hair from the beyond messy knots as Anna berates herself for this unfortunate incident's ripple effect on her already jam-packed schedule.
She could just about keep up with her life's rigorous demands before—and now, being bedridden for the height of this busy season and missing out on EVERYTHING fun, made Princess Anna as sad as she was angry at the whole darn situation.
"Anna! Calm down!" Taking Anna by her tense shoulders, older sister Elsa could feel her close sister's frustration in her very bones. Elsa was aware of how much Anna enjoyed this time of year, spending Christmas with the people of her country, the friends of her homeland she so loved.
And this ginger with wild eyes does her best to obey and take the needed deep breath, expelled after blowing her tussled bangs away.
"Please, don't panic. There's still two and a half days until Christmas. You must rest here in the palace, so you can have complete rest as your sole focus. Listen to Doctor Galen, his nurses and all the good people around you in the castle, to see your injury heal as soon as possible." The platinum blonde queen speaks in dulcet, tranquil tones intended to quell the 'But!' on the tip of her go-getter sibling's tongue and frowning lips.
"Hans and I will be the ones to take on everything in your place, Anna. Hans and I will lead your skating team to victory; Hans and I will perform all of your duties taken on in Minister Kai's place; Hans and I will see to Guddy and John's comfort, and Hans and I will oversee the running of your empty cottage and garden and fruit trees—" Holding up her palm to halt Anna's reproval, Elsa officiously ticks off on each of her long-nailed fingers one pledge after another, starting from the end of Anna's anxiety list to its start, by memory. Elsa, the responsible, caring older sibling pledges herself—as well as her life partner, the other half of her heart—to fulfill whatever unattended tasks her laid-up sister could not now do in her injured state.
Hans wordlessly nods his handsome head in wholehearted agreement with every one of his wife's promises to Anna, the reformed redhead sincerely considering the ginger princess indeed a just as dear younger sibling. And after his own humbling foray of swabbing decks on dirty pirate ships and clearing out waste strewn troughs in filthy barns, no chore was too menial nor too undignified to the reformed and redeemed young man for this noble country which he had been blessed to be accepted in.
"—And, finally, Hans and I will be 'mother' to your sweet Joseff, until you're better enough to keep up with him." Before Elsa even realized what she was saying, a quirky smile tickles at her husband's amused lips at the unaware implications of the reticent-with-children, shy young ruler as the platinum blonde woman and the butter blonde baby boy in question exchange a weirded out look with one another across Anna's bed.
As for the injured young mother, Anna's eyes go wide, her mouth puckering at the overload of outlandish ideas.
Especially that last zinger.
"I don't know, Elsa…" Anna furrows her brows at the idea of her not-so-tactile big sister saddled with hugging and burping and diaper changing her bouncing—and often mischievous—brown eyed babe.
"Worry not, dear little sis. We got this." Hans, sensing his wife's growing unease with the child reaching to be picked up by his volunteer 'mother,' swoops in to his lady's rescue once again.
King Hans lifts up Anna's wriggling baby boy again in his sturdy arms. He spins a now giggling in joy Joseff around the room like a whirling dervisher high upon flying reindeer, much to Elsa's smiling appreciation.
Ahh ahh ahh ahh, ahh ahh ahh!
Ah-ah Ah-Ah!
Down below Princess Anna's overstuffed room full of carefully preserved toys, colorful pillows, favorite blankets, lopsided smiling plush dolls and cherished mementos, a set of seven and four swirling snowflakes play their crystalline notes upon the snow coated Castle's frozen grounds…
"You go to sleep now, like Dr. Galen prescribed, little Anna. The King and Queen are going to bring your handsome Prince Joseff down to my bakery, where I'll watch him for a while when they see to your cottage. We're gonna have a good time at my confection haven, aren't we, sweetie child?" Halima tickles the sugary saccharine blonde babe's chin with the temptation of a candy cane treat. "Now, you listen to your nurses, dear, because you need a lot of rest to get better soon, so you can dance on wings like the angel you are at the start of the blessed New Year.' Halima Mattias, Arendelle's official Royal Baker, rubs her ginger headed charge's head and tugs at her ruffled braids.
Halima was just speaking to crusty curmudgeon Dr. Galen, who had been the Royal physician of Arendelle for decades, the older pair discussing the younger Arendelle daughter's sprained ankle accident recovery. Halima felt responsible in a way, for she was supposed to be watching over the Windchime Prince's precious two girls these past few months in Gerda's place, since the Arendelle housekeeper was visiting family in Avalor.
According to the doctor, it was—thank you, Lord Jesus!—not too disfiguring, nor even too painful a twisted ankle bruise injury. It was more debilitating than anything else much detrimental to the otherwise healthy twenty-three-year-old Princess.
"Okay, Halima. But only if my Josey promises to bring his Mama back a dozen gingerbread cookies—the ones with pis-ta-chi-o eyes and pea-nut-but-ter but-tons!" The sweet-toothed young woman, with syllaballic popped nose gestures, gives a smile to her son when her brother-in-law dutifully scoops up and swoops his 'little aviator' nephew in towards his mother's face for her farewell kiss.
Anna nuzzles Joseph's incoming pinkish button nose after popping his puffed out, chortling plump cheeks with fingers of maternal love.
"I'll watch over the Princess while Olie picks up our special order at the bakery. Right, Olie?" Olaf's little snowwoman of a wife tries to give her silly mate a high sign of some secret plot going on in the confectioner's shop.
"What special order?" But the dumb snowman had brain freeze from perusing the textbook that Dr. Galen had left by accident on the dresser. Eliana gives Olaf a wide eyed warning and head shake not to spill their secret Christmas present beans.
"Oh-oh! You mean Halima's special recipe order of crispy, yummy, sticky—" Olaf was soon muzzled, just in time by Eliana's frantic branches tugging his ugly Christmas sweater up over his big mouth.
"All right, Anna. We'll see you later." Elsa busies her hands by tucking in her injured little sis. "Be a good girl and go to sleep." The elegant platinum blonde plants a kiss upon Anna's rumpled head of hair with the prime directive.
"With visions of the gingerbread men dancing in your pretty head." Sliding into a dapper kingly cloak after gentlemanly pulling his wife into her elegant purple coat under her royal blue cape, pleasantly enough, Hans tosses the festive phrase back over his svelte shoulder. Then he rhythmically dances a 'gingerbread man' jig, much to the delight of the baby boy squealing on the bed before him.
Hans then easily lifts Joseff to ride his shoulders now after Halima and Elsa had bundled the unflappably upbeat child up to face the bitter cold outside.
"Well, don't jiggle your tight tush too much, Red. You might do more than knock the heads off my little gingerbread army." The saucy mother in Anna warns, temporarily giving up guardianship her gurgling Joseff to her once detested enemy as King Hans leads Queen Elsa, Halima, and Olaf, as well as baby Joseff, to leave the room.
Eliana, alone left behind to attend to her wounded benefactress, soon hops up to the windowsill. At Anna's gestured insistence, the snowwoman pulls back the curtains Elsa and Halima had drawn so that the bedridden Princess could still momentarily glimpse the departed group crossing the courtyard to the bakery sweets shoppe. With longing eyes, Anna watches her little Joseff being airlifted through the palace exit safely through Arendelle Castle's front gate high upon that tall, handsome looker's sleek shoulders.
{"Tall, handsome looker, Mrs. Bjorgman?'} A familiar voice across the miles enters Anna's feeling-left-out-in-the-warmth head just then. The beleaguered and injured ginger gives a secret smile of contentment more than exhibit the genuine guilt. It was nice to know her own husband was in constant awareness of monitoring her well-being, even if he was so far away at the moment.
Though she knew it was wrong, Anna felt she could indulge in a tiny bit of enjoyment in hearing Kristoff's jealousy—however unmerited or baited.
Nonetheless, it was a major turn-on which the feisty young female needed just now, to get her mind off her physical troubles.
{"Well…I did just go through brain-addling trauma. I don't even have your Christmas gift ready yet!—And now, I might not be able to finish it until late…argh—When is my even taller, even handsome-er, even looksome-er guy coming home, Mr. Bjorgman?"} The mellow tone of her Snow Prince's presence still made Anna long for his secure warm arms and hunky muscular body to wrap around her, particularly now that she was feeling low.
{"Soon, Baby. Once we get all this mess up here figured out, I promise to hold you tight all Christmas Eve night."} Kristoff Bjorgman's most serious, softest voice pledges his wife in a whisper even if he wasn't quite sure how 'all this mess' going on in the Valley of the Trolls would be cleared up, in just two days time.
But hell or high hot springs, the ice harvester pledges to himself that he would be home for his bride for their first Christmas with their first babe—
{"First babe,' my hunky chunk of peanut butter brittle? We better get working on that Christmas present ASAP, Kristly, so Joseff has the precious playmate of a little sister to grow up with!"} The young mother toys with the pleasant idea of birthing another of Kristoff's children. Giggling despite her gnawing leg pain, Anna leans back on the pillow Eliana had fluffed for her head to rest upon, at last. Their son and the others had moved down the street out of eyesight, so the ginger could now go to bed, as she had promised her sister.
{"You work on getting better, okay? That's all the Christmas present I need, Feistypants."} Kristoff mentally caresses Anna's heart and soul with his tender love sent to her on ethers of their shared wavelength.
"Please feel better soon, Anna. I need you, my mountain rock, to be strong for me through all this...And I'll do my darndest to be home for Christmas, for both my babies." Kristoff physically speaks aloud in a whisper on the wind after he had signed off the silent kiss good night to his precious other half, with a prayer to God above for Anna's healing.
Hundreds of frozen calm kilometers north, in the secluded section of the Land of the Midnight Sun…
… Home…
Unglazed eyes look upon the Valley of the Trolls, and Kristoff lets out a long sigh in confusion. It's not as if this particular tract of land where he and Sven had been raised hadn't been the blonde orphan's place of residence for so many years ago.
But so much had changed in this Valley since he had even last been here to visit his adopted folks at the Spring solstice start. To be honest, not all of the changes were bad. In fact, most of the residents here were glad to open their homes and their hearts in so much hope for everlasting unity between the remaining two troll races in this amazing country they all lived in.
However, during the peaceful cohabitation between the Rock Trolls and the burgeoning population of Fire Trolls—whom the former had shared their hereditary homeland with since the Winter Ice Queen of Harmony had brought them together—a few minor issues had launched new problems which could no longer be ignored.
It all started when the Rock Trolls began to report to GranPabbie that their precious hot springs—which the environmentally friendly sedimentary rock people preserved all their lives and cherished for being pristine and one with nature in this Valley for millennia—suddenly were going dormant, one after another.
And though the overly friendly, outwardly pleasant, noisily gregarious clan of Rock Trolls was sincere in cohabitating in peace with their Fire Troll cousins, some of the more suspicious were starting to lay blame of the flickering out geysers on their newcomer neighbors.
"Our land is rejecting those Nibelungs! They have to go!" A wrinkled face, older Boulder curmudgeon argues. It only took one dissenting voice in the crowd for the murmurs of division to be sown.
"Now, stop being so dramatic, Dolomite." An elderly woman of the troll Council chides her dour councilmember equal for always being so down on their cousins, the Fire Trolls. Especially when the two groups had been so peacefully cohabitating beside one another for almost a year now.
"Well, how do you explain the turmoil of our Valley's treasured geysers, Mom Pebble?" The wrinkled Boulder curmudgeon peers out the tribal caverns to see where the hibernating piles of stones still lay, adorned with purple and orange crystal at the end of each coiled up tail. While the Fire Trolls slept during the hours of the evening, the Rock Trolls were night owls who rested during the day.
Fire Trolls, after all, charged up in those hours, so the rays of the sun fueled their pyro energy. All of which the reformed slavery used only for useful activities that benefited the Valley, now that they had been freed by Queen Elsa and the others.
"Global warming? Underground water shortage? Too many cook-outs? That cave's collapse was probably nothing more than an unfortunate accident. I'm no expert, boys. All I know is what I feel in my stones! The Fire Trolls have good souls now! They are our family, after all. Chief Boninite's truly worked hard to not only teach their naturally impassive, introverted race our language, but also how to amiably integrate with our more warm, open-minded—and decidedly loud, very loud—society. Can't blame them, dearies, for being shy after all those years spent in the shadows." The kind and benevolent troll gains more than a few nods from other female members of their group gathered around her in the cave.
Their pink and red crystal necklaces glow as those gathered around the troll teacher follow when Ma Pebble rolls out to lay blankets—which she had woven of leaves herself—out under the moonlight to display her affectionate comfort and maternal camaraderie with the slumbering Fire Troll children enclave. Ma Pebble had learned some ancient Latin from GranPabbie and Elsa to help translate the language barrier in the sparse hours of dusk and dawn when the two Troll races were awake, side-by-side.
"Hmph. Shy. Hmph." But Dolomite was not the only grumpy-pants in the huddled group were several male trolls. Their blue and green crystal pendant crystals resonate in the dark night air as they gaze down their rounded rocks noses at their flame-tailed neighbors.
"You might be onto something there, Ma." Kristoff comments through the darkness. The tall mountain man had just come back from clearing the entrance to the old Caribou Lodge belonging to the stone aged older men, of which had met with the unfortunate collapse 'accident.'
"What you mean, Kristoff boy? Are you seriously condoning that old bag's gravel-headed theory about our Caribou Lodge cook-outs?" Grey, baldheaded Dolomite and several of his lodge brothers scoff at the elderly teacher's inane notions concerning the recent rash of once reliable geysers, now going into dormancy.
"I'm seriously asking you guys the chill out before you work yourselves into another futile Troll War, where nobody wins, and everyone loses their head." With age and the responsibilities of fatherhood, came maturity as the level-headed young human responds calmly with conviction.
Kristoff Bjorgman was, day by day growing into his role as Spirit Whisperer/Snow Prince. Not to mention Norway's destined Princess Anna's other half.
Just then, as if on cue, Sven sticks his disembodied head through the holly berry bushes he had been gnawing on. His antlers—which had grown back to nearly full-size—were chock-full festive green and red holly leaves and berries.
{"You're not helping, buddy."} The blonde mountain man mentally grimaces with an eye roll at his well-meaning best friend of a reindeer.
{"Sorry, Kristoff."} The low voiced, hung jaw reindeer pal believed he was being amusing in an attempt to lighten the tense situation. The proud Rangifer father was feeling in a particularly elated good mood to have just heard that his youngster had not only learned to fly, but John had been a part of being so heroic on dear Anna's behalf.
"What I mean is… the geysers drying up underground just may be the reason for that collapse of the Lodge cave." The young man of nature nods his intuitive head. The thoughtful Spirit Whisperer had been gently questioning the local underground wildlife on their views and assessments ecologically on the disturbing matter.
"So… you think the Fire Trolls are not culpable whatsoever, then?" A more open-minded troll named Rocky Stone smiles to the relief of his sparkly wife Gemma Stone.
Everyone of the group of elder Rock Trolls blink up at their tall, adopted son in expectation of an eye-opening answer.
Kristoff gulps, taking a deep breath before he decides how best to respond with his investigative conclusion. He was fully aware that tempers were on edge on both sides of this issue, for his family and his friends, and his honest answer might not go over well.
"The Snow Prince did not say that." GranPabbie chooses the ubiquitous moment to join the conversation, all blinking Trolly eyes turning to see their respected leader's face. It was illuminated by his troll necklace's yellow crystalline pendants in the eerie dark night, with General Destin Mattias' grave countenance backlit by GranPabbie's green moss cape side.
Ahh ahh ahh ahh ah ah ah
Ah-ah Ah-ah
Now as for Princess Anna's motivated older sister's new holiday schedule…
"I would prefer you to stay here with the boy and Mrs. Mattias while I go see to the cottage maintenance, min kæreste. I'm fairly sure I know my way around the stables and will be quick in seeing to her trees and cultivating her garden. Cleaning up such a small abode, considering my past experience in an even tighter, less tasteful setting, assures this will be only a one-man job, no doubt. I'll meet you back here shortly. Adieu for now, my dove!" Calling in his most eloquent Kommander tones over the bakery counter to his wife, King Hans had absolutely no adversity in getting his dexterous hands dirty, especially if it meant keeping his beauteous bride's pristine white digits fresh and unblemished.
Even if he had a suspicions as to the rashly reckless Princess Anna's household managerial skills. Perhaps because he had visited the topsy-turvy rose cottage on more than one messy occasion that would make even a packrat onboard a bilious pirate ship cringe.
"I'll hear no such thing, Hans Westergaard! I was the one to offer my sister our help to see to the animals in her stable, clean the baby's room, secure and look after her home. These willing hands will gladly clear up all Anna's messes, do any chores necessary, however how laborious, right alongside you. 'Prefer' my eye, Your Majesty." Independently saucy as she was just finishing up frosting some cappuccinos to go, Elsa's mind would not allow her doting husband to pamper her so lavishly, as she fully intended to fulfill her duty and then some as a matter of pride. She would hold her head high, not wishing to be viewed as a spoiled rotten porcelain figurine and dump it all on her obsequiously willing mate, whose ice magic stops him dead in his tracks.
Hans raises an intrigued brow at her vehemence on the matter, the ice figurine at his neck tingling with excited energy telling him Elsa meant business as it practically froze him in his place so he could not leave without her. His docile Queen was not normally this feisty to contradict his counsel, nor anxious to toil physically on cold winter days.
Now, as for winter nights…
Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahhh Ah-ah ah-ah
"Besides…" Elsa, not wanting overworked Anna's uptightness to rub off on her own already acutely rumpled state this Christmas, softens her fierce blue eyes down upon her lover.
"… Did you and I not have… some intimate moments aboard that said pirate ship, washing dishes, scrubbing decks and…ahem…cooking up a hot meal with one another in far more humble circumstances and temptingly close proximity?" Balancing the frothy hot caffeinated drinks in her poised hands, the Ice Queen uses her cryokinetics to rise up over the counter. She slides in her dark blue velvet gown and shimmery cape across the bakery entrance, right up to her squirrely man near the doorway exit, hotly breathing onto his sweet, twisted mouth as she 'unfreezes' his semi-petrified body from her halting icy grip.
Her King's defrosting lips were especially moist and sugary smooth since Halima had insisted on making her special holiday hot cappuccino mocha. The Danish naval man could not deny in savoring any coffee generously—much like his batting eyed wife's irresistible wiles working him over as the couple was having a little steamy tête-à-tête at the Arendelle bakery's door over some hot coffees.
But just then, an elderly woman, rather outwardly small and frail, yet quietly emitting inward strength and grace, with a well turned heel that screamed class and elegance, appears under the door's dingling bell, carefully carrying a large basket.
The older woman's eyes beneath her thin-rimmed spectacles did not at first notice the slender couple about to leave the sweetshop when her big wicker basket accidentally bumps Elsa.
And the elegant Queen of Arendelle's hands holding the hot coffee mug teeter dangerously, about to make quite a caffeinated mess in front of the bakery's entranceway…
"I've got you!" Lucklily, her King's agile body was nimble and swift to not only steady Elsa's jostled form with one gentle, yet stabilizing arm, but Hans' other sinewy limb, in an almost waltzing cadenza, was able to catch the extra wide load of the troublesome basket for its completely apologetic owner.
"Oh, my goodness me! Thank you so very much for saving Olga's basket of poor little kitties, bless their hearts! Please excuse my cumbersomeness, your Majesties!" Dropping her shawl in her agitation, with a grateful head bowed and reverent lowered eyes, Grandmother 'Nan' Margery apologizes profusely. Though her generally shy manner would not normally be doing this, her kind heart had been going door to door in search of homes for the abandoned little feline waifs in her struck-down-with-the-flu, good friend Olga Olsen's place.
The gentle lady was beyond embarrassed to have so rudely and clumsily interrupted her young Queen, whom the decorous older female respected to no end for Elsa's stylish elegance and beautiful etiquette.
Not to mention Queen Elsa's good taste in that stud of a Southern Isles naval officer who had managed to keep both wobbled ladies, the now meowing loudly basket full of kittens, and the two no-longer-so-hot coffee mugs—which the Ice Queen had quick transformed in her magical hands to 'iced coffees' in her best effort to avoid dark brown disaster—without spilling a drop of any of them.
"A thousand pardons to you for my boorishly blocking the entranceway, Madame! Don't you worry about a thing, dear lady! We are the ones in your debt for your eminent seniority as our Arendelle Church choral music director and years of being the kingdom's devout chapel decorator, as well as renowned champion dancer, and all-around lovely gentlewoman, who has our eternal admiration." Putting on all his replete charm, King Hans delivers a sweeping bow of his own, followed by his deft retrieval of the older woman's fallen shawl—all while still balancing his own iced coffee clutching Elsa. The platinum blonde was peeking in the basket to check on the mewing and yowling, but thankfully unharmed, batch of a dozen wedge head white furred and two wide-eyed ginger-orange patterned kittens within—which he returns to beloved Nan Margery Meg's shoulders with a kissed palm and flawless flourish.
"Why, thank you, kind sir." She smiles up at Hans, who relieves her of the large basket's weight. Then the older woman turns to speak to Elsa. "I would be much obliged, Queen Elsa, if I could ask you to keep an eye on our Maria and Kiara, who I brought along to watch over those newborn Russian white kittens Olga wanted me to find homes for. Maria and Kiara are the incorrigible twin pair of sweet orange kittens my granddaughter found abandoned and freezing to death in a box behind my stables a few months ago when they were just wee things, and are now the only ones clever enough to be able to push their way out of the basket lid sometimes." Nan Margery tickles the chins of the precious two sickly ginger felines her granddaughter often brought to her home to visit and cheer her lonely abode.
"Oh, Samantha." Skipping out in search of some ribbons and wine at the front desk, Olaf cuts in the conversation with an all-knowing smirk, which brings perplexed expressions to Elsa and Hans' features, the older ladies looking on in amusement.
"You know a 'Samantha,' Olaf?" Elsa was first to reply, trying to get to the bottom of how Olaf knew the girl he kept referring to from time to time.
"Nope! Never met one!" He sings out innocently. "Oh, wait...maybe once...at an amusement park? I think...?"
"Then why—? Oh, never mind...Sorry about that interruption, Nan! Please, continue." Elsa apologetically attempts to cover for Olaf's complete ditzy nonsense as they watch the snowman slide back into the rear.
"It's perfectly fine! Olaf is quite a funny fellow! Anyway, I've taken quite a shine to these two sweeties for their feistiness. But they can be a handful when unsupervised. Oh, they like you! Say 'Good afternoon' to your sovereign Queen, girls." After introducing an enchanted, smiling Elsa to 'Maria and Kiara,' the twin ginger kitties were soon purring at the Ice Queen's cool touch.
The soft grey haired lady goes to the bakery's counter to drop off a package of knit doilies for the bakery to Halima who gladly accepts them before hurriedly returning back into the bakery's kitchen, where Olaf was making all sorts of noises, still sampling the special top-secret gift which Eliana had sent him to pick up. Margery's task complete, Hans then offers his arm to escort the petite older female, dressed warmly beneath her colorfully knit shawl to the door as he carried her basket full of kittens for her.
This charming, handsome young man reminded Mrs. Margery of her beloved husband and championship winning dancing partner of many years, her Jack, in so many winning ways. In the natural flow and poise that the young dapper Dane just displayed, with smooth technique and performer's rhythm as the King practically waltzed his lady through the door and into the street before her eyes, Hans Westergaard reminded her of her dear departed husband.
Then the way his wife Elsa, elegant and full of grace, looking adoringly up at him like they were made for one another in Heaven, also made Margery reminiscent of herself and her beloved in their perfect couple days as she watched how obviously the two were so in love.
"Oh you are such a fine gentleman, King Hans. My husband would have been jealous, were he still here with me, bless his good heart." Grandmother Margery properly blushes behind a girlish giggling hand, remembering her own teasing charmer well.
"How is our dear Princess Anna doing?" The always kind, godly churchgoing woman's heart reached out to the special girl who had become so much a symbol of the integrity of Arendelle, her beloved home. Ballet instructor Margery Meg held a special interest in Princess Anna, who also loved to dance, even if classical ballet's strict, demanding standards were not the free-spirited younger princess' forte.
"She's recovering at the Castle—hopefully resting her leg—while Hans and I promised to tend to her chores at her cottage, fulfill her duties as State Secretary, and try to find a replacement for her at her team's figure skating competition come Christmas Eve morning." Elsa answers with a bit of trepidation for all the tasks yet ahead of them. But something about the wise blue eyes of Nan Margery—as so many in the town called her—gave the Norwegian queen peace. All who knew her loved her—and that was nearly every town member—Nan was so connected to the citizens of their nation via her decades of musical service to the church, not to mention the ladies' knitting circle, which was at the center of Arendelle's gossip mongers—for her sweet generosity and Christian charity they could all rely upon for a song and a smile.
"Oh, how very good of you to take all that on for her, your Majesties! What a good sister and brother-in-law you are! Such a gorgeous family the Lord has granted you, bless you." The blue gray haired head was curled to perfection, proper Margery Meg spending much time to always pristinely dress and attire herself, good grooming keeping the lovely woman yet handsome even into her progressing years.
She may have been growing older, but the ballet instructor hasn't let age slow her down yet. Nan Margery volunteered whatever spare time she had between choir practice and the knitting circle, to care for disabled children she had met through the church, two of which now belonged to a large foreign family who had recently moved to the outskirts of town she often visited.
"Are you going to be all right returning to the castle on your own, Olaf?" Elsa questions when Olaf emerges from the back room of the bakery carrying two very large packages, precariously balanced on each branchy hand.
"I got this… I think!" The optimistic snowman's big toothy mouth said one thing while his clumsy sticks said another.
"I know! This basket has a secret compartment where even my mischievous twin ginger kittens can't get at their hidden nibbles! Yet! Oh, Maria and Kiara are sneaky when they work together! Do put your prizes in my basket, right here, Olaf, and the two of us can carry it together." The kindly grandmother suddenly takes a notion in her head. "If it wouldn't be too much of a burden, Your Majesties, perhaps dear Olaf could escort me back with him to the Castle, so I may bring some of these little sweeties in out of the cold for tonight? Then, I could stay to watch our Princess Anna all the rest of the afternoon and bring her some of my famous homemade chicken soup which I just stewed a whole batch of this morning, when Olaf and I stop by my house on the way there. That will make her feel better in no time! Bless her heart! Am I right, Halima?" The songful choirmaster who was every Arendellian's favorite grandma had become famed around the whole of Arendelle for her devotion to prayer, her chicken soup and pumpkin pie, not to mention her knitting group gossip ahem news sharing.
The former ballroom dancing award winner exuded proper etiquette that the older ballet teacher was also widely known for her charitable works through her love of dance, and could always bring smiles to everyone face who looked upon her. And ever dance happy Princess Anna was one of Margery Meg's favorite students over the years, who could use that smile just about now.
"Trust you, Margery, for your miraculous healing soup's prayerful powers to fix up our Gingersnap girl." Halima Mattias benevolently chuckles at the ever thoughtful and overly generous widow who had become such a musical pied piper to all—stray cats included—bringing any and all into her never dull, sewing and prayer circle.
Name any church function or charity event or needy child in Arendelle—Margery was right there at their door with well wrapped gift in open hand, loving intercession of prayerful spirit and her famous pot of chicken soup to 'bless their hearts.'
"Healing soup sounds nice! Although snowmen and hot chicken soup don't mix too good… It's yellow…Brr!...and goes right through me, worse than hot fruitcake! Or stick to my tooth like peanut brit—Oh! But I'm not supposed to spill the beans on that, or Eliana will sleigh me! Get it?! Slay? Sleigh? Hmmm?" Wagging his eyebrows psychotically, the hopeless at telling jokes, loose-lipped snowman frowns at his badly received gag, which no one even breaks a grin at. Olaf then zips his loudmouth at Hans' silent zipping gesture as not to blow his snow wife's surprise present for their two best girls, one of which was currently present in the bakery.
"We can't thank you enough for that offer, dear Nan Margery! What a relief Anna will be in good hands while we're still gone. And with you there I can be assured my rambunctious little sister will truly stay in bed for the proper rest she needs. You are a Heaven-sent treasure." Elsa was heartfully pleased to have such a good caretaker and ballet instructor—who knew a thing or two about leg rest and exercises after injury—watching over her ankle sprained sibling now. "And these fresh-out-of-the-oven gingerbread cookies I just dished up will raise our Anna's spirits as well, no doubt." The master baker in Halima grins broadly in agreement with her old knitting circle friend.
"And I have just the reliable horse drawn sleigh to transport your precious cargo and arrive intact for Princess Anna." While the women were chatting, King Hans had thought ahead to unhitch the paired white mare Iriserende from their royal chaise carriage, so that his horse, Sitron, could pull the carriage vehicle, loaded with Olaf, Nan Margery, and her basket full of soup, surprises, gingerbread and kittens, back to the castle, while the King and Queen rode through town bareback on Elsa's Friesian white mare.
"Don't either of you beautiful young people worry! Dear old Nan Margery will keep close guard over your dancing Princess Anna, armed with fuzzy kittens, gingerbread, mittens and soup of chicken!" The forever smiling, musically inclined lady reminded Hans of a cross between his elegant of spirit Elsa and her generous of heart sister Anna—though a wee bit older than both combined. Not that the clever Admiral of the Sjoforsvaret would vocally make the comparison to his young and vital wife or her easily set off sibling.
But between Nan Margery, Halima, Eliana and Olaf, not to mention a team of capable doctors and nurses back at Arendelle Castle, Elsa's mind was settled. Now that Anna was in good, comforting hands, the Ice Queen was ready to focus on the remaining tasks of the day with steadfast Hans at her back.
Ah Ah Ah
Ah Ah Ah
Ah ah Ah
Ah ah Ahh…
Inside Anna's home of Rose Cottage, on the outside grounds of Arendelle Castle…
"Ten minutes ago I met you, and the minute you walked through the door," Every sleek line of the Ice Queen's wildly weaving frame about the room as she was swiftly sweeping the kitchen floor, a synchronized twirling in ice magic mop zigzagging the room, was being traced by her greatest admirer's entranced viridescent eyes.
Hans was intrigued and aroused by her lissome form circling the room in a solo waltz, if the rhythmically gyrating mop simulating its Ice mistress' every move did not count as a partner. It was quite a treat to see after coming in the back door from the cold barn he had dutifully straightened out from its state of disarray in Kristoff's month-long absence, had also seen to tilling the ground in tending Anna's neglected garden. He braved the cold daytime temperature to water all the trees out back, as well as feed the chickens and the flock of ducks Anna kept in there.
Warming himself at the fire, both in the kitchen stove and the one that his Ice Queen lit in him, Admiral Westergaard soon could not restrain himself from adding not only his golden throat's lyrical voice, but his rhythmic body to join in his bride's gazelle-like gambol.
"—My head started reeling, it gave me the feeling, the room had no ceiling or floor!" When from out of nowhere, Hans' smooth voice breathes the words in Elsa's ears, cutting in the place of the frozen out mop in his sleeping beauty's waltz. His stealthy warm hands effortlessly wrap around the softly swaying platinum blonde's waist so that her knees immediately go weak, and it was Elsa's heart that was sent reeling.
Especially when the same repeating notes start playing even louder in her ringing head, heart, and soul were seemingly accentuated by the redheaded Dane's familiar touch…
Ahh ahh ah ah ah ah ah ah! Ah ah ah ah!
Elsa's azure blue eyes blink open wide, and she intakes a deep breath. Another set of music note flavored snowflakes dropping to the base of the weeping willow tree just outside Anna's cottage's master bedroom window.
"Forgive me if I startled you, my Queen. Is something amiss, min hvvidue?" Hans asks his dove, picking up on Elsa's almost unnoticeable, slightly gasping breath at his unexpected touch which she usually had absolutely no problem with. But Hans Westergaard tried to keep much in tune with his beloved's every sense, as he was so madly in love with her.
"No. Not a thing, min rævstorre. What could be wrong when I'm so complete in your arms like this?" The once lonely young ruler who had learned the power of true love and magic of Tenerity which ran straight through her destined soul, revels in her foxy husband's tender, yet strong embrace. Feeling her need for him, Hans draws Elsa close to his chest in an en tryckare, intimate cheek to cheek dance.
"I have found you, you're my Angel! With the dust of the stars in your eyes!" Hans' perfect tenor soars as the inherent dancer swings his Elsa around like the light-as-a-feather-duster in her hands. Beaming up at her gorgeous partner, Elsa's no longer ruffled feathers preen at his tender touch.
"We are dancing, we are flying!" Leaning into her lover's svelte, kingly uniformed chest, Elsa's coloratura soprano responds as Hans was not only elegantly traipsing her around the cottage interior with one arm unfettered, but his ambidextrous left fingers were simultaneously picking up mislaid cups, fallen toys and discarded refuse along his rhythmic footed way.
"And you're taking me back to the sky!" By now in total sync with one another's heartbeats, the dazzling duos' combined voices mix so perfectly together as the Winter Queen utilizes her cryokinetically driven mop, along with her feather duster to dance in unison with her agile partner moving across the rooms like iced butter. As one musically waltzing unit now, Hans and Elsa laugh and smile in one another's embrace, singing as they flow like a warmed winter breeze to clean up the cottage's messes, scrubbing window panes and polishing mirrors wherever the notes took them within the swiftly growing cleaner cottage fixer-upper.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! Ah-ah ah-ah!
And now that rose cottage from garden to barn to kitchen was well polished spick and span, top to bottom; Joseff was being well cared for at the moment by Halima in the warm and tasty cake smelling bakery; and Anna was being well spoilt by song and food and kitten in good hands at the castle; that only left the tough job of finding some new skaters to take Anna's lead skater slot to worry about.
For Elsa foresaw that fulfilling her sister's important official State Secretary role would be a piece of cake for the managerially astute, reading enthusiast and expert at bookkeeping and letter writing, proper and well bred young Queen and her every bit as educated and astute King.
At least Elsa thought it would be.
Ahh ahh ah ah ah ah ah ah! Ah ah ah ah!
The pair on Iriserende's bareback had collected Joseff from the bakery from Halima after a disappointing cantor around town proved fruitless. Hans and Elsa only found that all the best, willing skaters were already enrolled in the event on other teams of the Arendelle annual Christmas skate off, in a futile search for not only a new skating team leader, but replacements for the majority of the participants after a bad flu outbreak, on such short notice.
Elsa was upset by the news she knew would vex her baby sis, but there was little she could do about it, beyond entering herself and Hans and perhaps a few more of the royal staff to fill in. But that might look rather like nepotism, for the judges may not wish to rule fairly against the regal King and Queen of the nation.
Plus, Elsa still had her own pressing idea of that new Christmas tradition carol contest to present and contend with, as well, in these same few days time left before the holy day's Eve. On the more quiet ride back to the castle, where Elsa was doing her best to hold an increasingly fussy Joseff still, all the stress somewhat dampened his queen's inspired and playful mood which was uplifted earlier in the day. Hans was doing his best to console both Joseff to behave with a passing, jaunty silly song about a donkey and a fork; and to Elsa that they still had another day tomorrow to try to locate someone suitable for the skate-off; that her Christmas song would be accomplished, too.
After all, they had presented the idea already to multiple people at the same time they were in search of the skaters, who would spread the word, no doubt, and would come through, surely.
Elsa and Hans then plan spend the remainder of the afternoon together in the State Secretary's office back in Arendelle Castle, which kept the married couple both pretty busy again after the physically exhausting cleanup morning at the cottage in now mentally strenuous clerical duties to fulfill in such literal chaos.
By the time Elsa and her husband had managed to sift through all of Arendelle's numerous public projects that go-getter Secretary Bjorgman had either started, or made a promise of serious projection for by the end of the year—which was in one short week's time, to Elsa's mild panic—the exhaustive day was drawing to a close.
The King and Queen of Arendelle had no idea so many good folks of their nation had made petitions to soft-hearted and helpful-headed Anna, lobbying for her prioritized help or advice or time donation excessively for each of their individual pet projects.
Between busy letter writing, sorting documents and event scheduling, Hans and Elsa had split the unexpectedly difficult task by dividing the large stack of papers between them, just to get through in any amount of time by evening.
"Peaceful at last." Elsa returns from where she had been trying to settle Anna's discontent to be without his mama for so long, little son Joseff, in that wooden cradle which Kristoff had installed in the Secretary's office for his busy wife to keep an eye on their son while working at a time.
"I don't recall Minister Kai reporting this amount of necessity demands and provision requirements from our community." Thought provoked Elsa comments, lifting up paper after paper of entreaties from citizens that dear old Kai had never complained of the excess.
"How did Anna keep up with it all, particularly in such a state of chaotic mess, while still raising that healthy little baby over there?" Hans Westergaard was no wallflower when it came to hands-on work, but while it took both he and his intelligent wife to tackle the daily inimitable list of political issues and international contacts, Anna obviously had been just as busy on her own as State Secretary. Hans had to give his sister-in-law some credit for all the endeavors she took on behalf of the people of her homeland.
"God gave her a big, BIG heart to share so much love for everyone." Elsa concludes in admiration as she could now visually wrap her head around all the generous acts her baby sister had accomplished already in her short time as the Arendelle government's national representative. It was the perfect job for her assertive, at times pushy, yet kind and honest of heart best friend because Anna's great love for her people and home was true and blessed from Above.
"Yes, indeed. Princess Anna has very special soul. It must run in the family, my always generous and tenderhearted—not to mention drop dead gorgeous—Queen of Arendelle." King Hans was intrinsically aware that it was through his wife's unspoken largess and unquestioning wide-open funding available to her that Princess Anna was able to believe she could well fill so many of their beloved people's requests.
From new wooden benches crafted for the town center for older citizens, the musical ballroom center for cultured society to enjoy, swing sets hanging on happy to be played upon trees for the kiddies, to an indoor skating rink for teens that had been volunteer built under ice harvester Kristoff's direction before he left. Utilizing the resident Ice Queen's cryokinetics in conjunction with often visiting teen inventor Varian Gutenberg's new design of his 'ice flattener machine' to constantly keep the ice rink surface neat and properly flat for optimal skating safety. It would prove to be Arendelle's year-round 'Community Arts Center,' with the musical ballroom for the older set of citizens and a ready kitchenette stocked with hot cocoa and drinks in the building attached, where all ages could enjoy together skating activities outside, as well as art and music inside.
"You flatterer." Elsa leans her platinum, rose scented head against her husband's gratified feathery lips which were running along her braid, nape and cheeks. "How about some break time, my dove? All work and no play, you know what they say, makes Hans an unhappy boy…" The Dane had a wicked glint in his eye as his fingers toy with Elsa's blue velvet dress' hooks and loosed shoulder sleeves.
"Well…we're just about done filling in all the forms sufficiently for the rest of the year, I believe…" Elsa was trying her best to keep her businesslike focus, but Hans' hot tongue had another story to tell. He wanted to play now that his quick-witted mind had already finished his own share of the large stack of official documents.
"So all that we….oh, Hans…have left on Anna's to-do-by-Christmas…that feels sooo good…list…oh hands…Hans… Next up… Or is it down…?" Elsa's mind wanders almost as wildly as her mate's flagrant fingers dancing along her neckline, delving to her waist area, from where the virile young ruler was standing behind the desk Elsa was seated at, signing the last of her official document stack.
"…where are we going to…sigh…find replacement of her…gasp…Arendelle skating team…ahh…now that it seems like nearly the entire…yes…skating crew is depleted… ooh…and by Christmas Eve, in two days!… But Anna is not the only one out of commission…sigh…with half of her skaters coming down with a contagious, sudden cold!" The anxiety on Elsa's brow was being melted by her husband's scintillating touch a little at a time as she spoke her worries aloud. That is, until Hans turns up the heat and suddenly scoops his wife up and pulls her de-tensed, now supple body close to him in the window seat for some intense de-tox massaging.
"…The cold doesn't bother me anyway…ahhh…" Elsa croons softly incoherent as she turns to putty in Hans' hot hands which pet away her brow's crinkles and loosens her tight corset soon thereafter beneath, exposing to the cold more than the open dictionary's discarded book cover and wind blown leaves…
"Remember my darling min ædle, to quote: "Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble. And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life? Cast your worries upon Him, because He cares for you.'" Hans quotes Jesus' golden nuggets of Biblical wisdom to his easily of late, overwrought wife. "And so do I. Your King will do all in his power to make our first Christmas filled with His light and our love, more than anything else, my Elise." Hans tenderly holds Elsa close to him, sharing more than his confidence and optimistic outlook in the castle's east wing of the Secretary's office. as he whispers his gentle pet name for her in lyrical tones, Elsa's heart soars to new heights of adoration and gratitude for the peace he brought her.
Ah-Ahh Ah-Ahh Ah-ahh ah!
"Thank God for you, my Hans." Stroking his strong chin and velvety sideburns, her anxieties relieved by her calm, composed husband, Elsa finally lets out a soft giggle.
Much to the delight of the slumbering child, who peeks one brown eye open in wonder from the cradle not so far away from the window seat.
Minister Kai's once private Castle office had rarely seen such hot and cold flashes of playful action. At least not since the previous also lively young King and Queen of Arendelle's reign…
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah!
Under the East Wing's splendid promenade above, tinkles of ice begin to form a more definite shape that floats over the parapet. A flurry of snowflakes gently congregate amid melodic windchimes ringing bell-like music in every element of nature approaching from the distance…
Ah-Ahh Ah-Ahh Ah-ahh ah! Ah-Ah Ah-Ah...
min kæreste –my darling in Danish
min hvvidue– my dove in Danish
min rævstorre – my greater fox in Danish
en tryckare – Swedish term for intimate cheek to cheek dance, literally meaning 'close pressed bodies'
min ædle –my precious in Danish
Thanks for reading! This Frozen Again Christmas special's exciting concluding finale Part 3 is planned to be written for Valentine's Day! Please stay tuned!
Jesus loves you!
Your friend
HarukaKou
I dedicate this forever love inspired chapter to my beloved friend and dear Sister in Christ across the pond, our Samantha, as we shared precious walks down memory lane with true love stories of good souls' Victory days. We can smile knowing Jesus has overcome this world into Heaven's gates as we remember together our beloved people who have gone Home before us, waiting for us right at the door, safe in the Lord's loving embrace.
We love you all and always will hold you close to our hearts with the sweet memories and smiles you gave us of your kindness, caring and generosity, our lives touched by blessed angels unawares amid the fun days of teasing and dancing and singing the Lord's praises throughout all Eternity.
Thank you for your shine and inspiration for this tale, Margery and Jack, and do say hello, enjoying a good ole song with our Daddy. God bless us, everyone, until we all meet again soon to laugh and sing and dance together at the greatest party Jesus is hosting up there for us all to share in His Love someday, where all our harmonized stories will never end.
See you tomorrow, Honey, in the blink of an eye. ^0^