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"Frozen Again: 'Faith, Hope, and Love"

Act IV

Chapter 62

"No Fear in Love"

Several minutes before the aurora borealis above all these under the sea miracles took place…

Previously…

All the while he had been flying on the Snow Queen's white horse through the sky hundreds of feet above the ocean surface, Flynn Rider's keen eyes had been scanning the waters below frantically.

Damn! Guess I'm a little too late to help you out, Job, old buddy. Sorry, Pal. Stuff came up. Story of my life. But at least I know you're up there with your good Muma now… With a quick glance upward, Eugene's saddened mind eulogizes when he couldn't locate the dark-skinned Caribbean who must've slipped beneath the waves.

His depressed eyes come up blank in his search of the raucous sea line for the ex-pirate whom the grateful thief owed Rapunzel's life to when her flying carriage was ripped from the sky earlier.

Eugene squeezes to his chest the ripped off length of the ship's rigging cord he had makeshift tied to the wooden crucifix cross that the devout man had bequeathed him to finish in his place upon the imminent demise of the islander.

"Elsa… My Elsa… Forgive me for being a disappointment…" The hallucinated words come every now and then from Hans Westergaard's guilt murmured lips, along the racing journey via the white flying steed.

The eager equestrian mare who had taken a shine to the Danish Prince – some guys have all the luck with the ladies, hmph - had caught Flynn's eyes when it pawed at the wheelhouse roof before as if sent just for them.

But the red-headed wounded man's numerous, guilt-ridden confessions of obvious love for that icy Queenie in the past few minutes alone since Eugene had hauled his Lillebror up through the wheelhouse raised roof coaming, unseen by all, had thief and horse both rolling their eyes.

Through the dusky sky, as the trio travelled quickly away from the Gler that Eugene believed was on an express course for the safety of Lofoten archipelago, Hans' floppy red head would flounder and speak, then listlessly sink back to consciousness.

He was muttering some depressed sentiments intermingled with the singular name of the woman he loved.

"Yup, you've got it bad for that blonde enchantress, Lillebror. And believe me, you're sure going to miss out if you kick off now, Kid. It'll be a shame to waste those long luscious legs by dying before you get the chance to enjoy them." Garrulous Eugene mumbles under his breath with a half smirk at the still romantic notions of his dying little brother.

Stop it, Flynn! No one is dying here! He's gonna make it! Glancing down at the handsome young man he was holding on to the flying white horse before him, Eugene Fitzherbert had more optimism in his heart than he gave his blasé self credit for. Eugene shakes himself from the negativity to be more objective.

But the amount of blood drenching Hans' saturated belt sash was undeniable. Eugene balances himself and his younger sibling on board the flying steed's back while he races on the winds across the ocean.

He wrestles Hans from his navy blue jacket to get a better look at the apparently more-serious-than-he-first-thought abdominal stab wound.

"Ooh, this is bad." Eugene cringes at the large amount of blood that was oozing out of Hans' gouged open stab wound, even staining the white horse's coat a sickening crimson red.

"I've gotta stop this damn bleeding before your skinny ass runs empty! You are not gonna make it at this rate, Sideburns." Cursing in his frustration, Flynn's wild mind uses Hans' jacket to tie its arms around the passed-out officer's torso in his best attempt to staunch the nasty deep penetration gash.

"That should do the trick for a while, Good-lookin'. Hey! I didn't order a detour, you dumb horse! Why are we landing already! I thought I told you to go due-south pronto, you horse-face backseat driver!" The insulting man who never had a great relationship with equines, berates the misdirected carriage horse of the vaulted Snow Queen.

Exasperated, Eugene quickly finishes tightly knotting off the long jacket sleeves around Hans' midsection in an attempt to stop the incessant bleeding. He then turns his attention to where the wayward white horse was landing on the cove inlet shore of the windward side of Mosken island's Mount Wilhelmstind.

"O-okay. So, I don't know where you came from, but I do have a feeling you're the one who sent this fine, independent-minded equine lady for us at that serendipitous moment. And though I do appreciate that, old man, we are kind of in a major hurry to be caught visiting strangers." Flynn rapid fire speaks to the lean, leathery face looking up at him from where the person was kneeling with his own matching white horse behind him.

He was an older man wearing a tall dark blue hat. Eugene didn't recognize him at all, although the stranger's deep set eyes gave off an air of calm wisdom that Eugene found oddly inviting and definitely not belligerent.

"A friend." Is all Ragi answers in response.

His physical presence was once again easily projected by this original Wind Whisperer, now that the Nature he commanded was so right and at peace again, thanks to his son and the gifted young Queen of this nation.

The mysterious long wavy-haired, tall man stands from his campfire to reach up and gather Hans in his wiry old arms down from Flurru, the Snow Queen's lead horse he had rescued from the sea. With Hans in tow, Ragi begins to lead the equine towards the fire.

"Whoa whoa whoa, old fella! That's my little bro who necessitates some medical attention right away you got there! And I don't want to be called rude or anything, but I need this horse you so kindly sent me, to do just that, and quick, if he's got any chance. So back off, Friend!" Eugene, not normally the confrontational type, leaps from his horse and grabs back Hans' body in human tug-of-war with the older, surprisingly strong man.

"Come on, pal! I'm asking nicely once if I may borrow this little flying horsey of yours for a little ways longer. I personally promise you, on my honor as a – ahem – gentleman. And I will give you my private Corona kingdom credit line IOU—" Looking into Ragi's unaffected serious eyes, Flynn begins to wheedle a deal. That's when a large grey-brown wolf emerges from the west side of the sea cave to join his master's side on the Mosken foreshore's dusky skyline.

GULP!

"—with accrued interest." Adding on the monetary offer, the thief gulps loudly. His frightened eyes were trained down at the sharp fanged wolf, as Eugene, with Hans in his arms, backs them towards the horse and away from the intimidating canine form skulking down the mountainside with a leafy branch between its bared teeth.

"Holger. Bring the yarrow here." But the old man was not at all fazed by Eugene's urgent pleas, nor by the vicious wolf-dog approaching. In fact, Ragi stoops down to gather from the leafy branch in the compliant canine's fanged mouth the fresh feather leaves of the dusty weed clusters the creature had gathered.

The wise-eyed older man then moves over to a stone bowl and pestle he had already previously prepared at the small campfire. Ragi begins to smash together the green leaves to add to his previously fashioned, moist poultice of various choice leaves, flower parts and tree bark. The birds of the air and other winged animals at his command continually appear to deliver the botanical ingredients from all over the lands, even beyond the sea, to this quiet, soft-spoken man of nature.

"Argh…" When Hans' incoherently groans softly in Eugene's arms as the Dark Prince followed Ragi's path around the shore's secreted cove, Eugene's patience with the enigmatic man's oddly purposeful tincture was about up.

Flynn Rider was just about to evoke his right to defy this peculiar elder gent for his ailing little brother's sake, and just filch one of the pair of flying white horses sanctioned or otherwise, when another voice speaks from the dark cove's shadows.

"Da tonic is ready, voodoo man."

When a fluffy white baby lamb, now washed and dried in front of a roaring fire around the bend comes darting towards Flynn and pushes against his leg like a lost little puppy, Eugene squints against the dark backdrop of the mountain with interest.

Under the sky that begins to be streaked with colors of the Northern Lights, Eugene sees a familiar pair of shining black pupils set on a pair of white eyes from the darkness alight upon him.

"Is that you, Job? You made it, man! Damn! To stick it out through that maelstrom after that serious gut wound – you must be made of some really good –" Just stopping short of cursing an expletive, Eugene's own golden tan eyes open in hopeful curiosity. His eyes fill with moisture – not tears, mind you! Just something in my eye! – as Eugene sees the tall silhouette of the pirate's former First Mate stumble lethargically across the shore to meet them halfway.

"You be right dere twice, t'ief." A hunched over, gasping with each step, yet stable of body Job's big grin greets the pleasantly surprised Flynn Rider. Big man Job then gathers Hans to lie on an already arranged bed of soft gathered leaves near the campfire.

"Dat good man over dere save me and da sheep just before we was to goes down into dat maelstrom." Job answers in his terse way as he busily sets Hans down on the leaf bed.

The responsible, elder Wind Whisperer had previously flown over with his pair of white horses that he willed the forces of nature's sea back at his command to cough up in order to spare Job and Lamby. After Kristoff's sage father had brought Job to the safety of Mosken's shore, he called upon the animals of the land and the creatures of the air to quickly collect the plant materials necessary to staunch a gutted man's bleeding with external styptics and herbal hemostatics to encourage blood coagulation and clotting that saved Job's life.

"Am I glad to see you, or what, Bud!" Eugene none too gently whacks the big pro-wrestler on the back, causing Job to double over weakly as he just manages not to spill the precious contents of the liquefied tree bark he had in a cup.

"Dis be for de cabin boy." Job had been, as per Ragi's instructions, brewing a special tea of the herbs gathered that he offers to Eugene to nourish his downed brother with.

With wisdom and herb infused oils and tinctures made of bark tannin and foliage astringent, a reinvigorated Ragi's infinite knowledge of nature and the helpful creatures of it revived the waning black man. Soon, Job's circulatory, nervous and immune systems were bolstered and strengthened.

So along with the natural clotting styptics that the birds and flying creatures of all types and sizes were amazingly still delivering continually to add ingredients in, Ragi's pestled poutice had given the dying Caribbean man a fighting second chance.

And though Job still had a lot of vacillating physical pain and an undetermined parlous struggle ahead, the reformed criminal wanted to help out his fellow victim of the foul pirate they both once slaved under the cruel rule of.

Maybe Job would go that extra mile because the cabin boy never said or did an unkind thing to the constantly trodden upon First Mate, in fact Hans showing Job respect like an equal gentleman.

"You've finished the second batch of the agrimony and cedar bark tea. Well done Job. After you drink half of the draught, prepare the rest of the tonic's dose for the boy."

A stark white polar bear - who had heeded his master's call, had conveyed the rare cedar 'tree of life' bark from Ragi's arbor back home up north - eyes Eugene suspiciously as the unflappable older Spirit Whisperer immediately goes to work.

Removing the blood soaked naval jacket, Ragi kneels at Hans' side. The patient old Wind Whisperer first cleans the injury with a boiling hot cloth, then quickly swabs the ideal astringent yarrow poutice he had created to apply to Hans' abdominal stabbed penetration wound. The herbal remedy staunches the bleeding and simultaneously helps disinfect the nasty cut from the pirate's ragged and jagged, old, dirty knife blade.

Though unconscious, Hans' body instinctively reacts as he lets out a high-pitched gasp the second Ragi touches his pulled back injury with the necessary first aid treatment. Hans' thin hand claws through the air until he grasps Eugene's swiftly knelt down brotherly offered one tightly for support as if the Danish Prince was a helpless little child again.

The field practitioner keeps the applied poultice in place with the boiled water moist cloth pressed and secured to Hans' fourth left intercoastal region where that terrible stab wound had been cruelly inserted.

"Dark Prince Horace of Bohemia. You must make your cousin drink that as well. It will staunch further bleeding." Ragi instructs a wide-eyed Flynn as Job holds out the cedar bark tonic tea, still wiping the frown from his face with its horrid bitter taste lingering in his own mouth as he does.

"You talkin' to me?" Flynn Rider looks quizzically at the mysterious old man who somehow knew not only Eugene Fitzherbert's original (though detestable) name, the inherited kingdom of his birth and family connection to Prince Hans as well, but he spoke to the thief as an old friend whom he could trust.

And after one raised brow, dubious look into those unwavering ancient eyes, Eugene does.

"Okay. But even my kooky old man doesn't dare call me that horrendous moniker. I've convinced him that if he didn't subscribe to my less deplorable pseudonym – take his pick – he wouldn't be invited for Christmas pudding." Prattling Eugene consents to the seasoned herbalists with a pursed lip nod to Ragi as he accepts the cupful of some steaming hot mystery liquid after Job had taken a full draught of its pungent contents.

"Eww, not my cup of tea, for sure. If I ever drank the toff-pansy stuff." After getting a whiff of this odoriferous strong elixir, Eugene pinches Hans' celestial nose with one hand, his other pressing the cup to Hans' lips.

"Bottoms up, Handsome." He pitches the Danish Prince's head back as Flynn continues to pinch Hans nose to force the unconscious patient to down and swallow the smelly liquid tonic brew of the bark of the much sought after 'tree of life' contents.

Cough cough cough!

Hans sputters back to consciousness for a few brief moments, his green eyes spinning in his head and then flutter back to that unconscious state again, once the liquid is swallowed. But not before uttering the single word that was so predominant in his mind before he eventually slumps back to unconsciousness.

"Snowflake…"

SLUMP…

"Okay. Got that in him. Now what?" Eugene, never knowing much of medicinal techniques, rather preferred to altogether avoid nasty pain and messy bloodied wounds that were deemed far too unsightly to suit the vain, narcissistic coxcomb.

And he was grateful for this unexpected assist to at least have slowed his Lillebror's incessant bleeding before the poor kid ran out of the prized red juice.

"Though I must warn you, I have merely postponed the irrevocable blood drain with these natural herbal remedies that I will leave the remainder with you for your journey to reapply periodically. Both of these men still require suturing, surgical treatment before infection sets into their serious body invasions." Ragi conveys to Flynn, as even strong Job stumbled against one of the white steeds he was nearby.

"Then we better get going, ASAP." With a nod and helping hand to Job to mount his horse, Flynn answers, all in charge as he instinctively faces the white mare South. The thief already had decided where he was heading to get the job done as he loads Hans onto the other one of the pair of the Snow Queen's carriage horses.

"Oh, come on! Don't look up at me with those big sad eyes! Okay! Okay, now everyone's gonna think me a softie, but —Oof! You are one heavy Fuzzball!— this one's for you, Brownie. Do you mind sharing your ride with Mary's little lamb, Job, old boy?" Eugene feels compelled to stop to pick up that 'baa-ing' Lambykins Rapunzel had become so attached to and load the wooly creature onto Job's fairly empty mare's back.

"Dat sheep be a good luck charm, T'ief." Comes the dark man's response as he uses the wooly fluffball - who played a buoyant part in halting his drowning - as an arm rest he ties it to the saddle strap to hold the critter onboard his flying horse uncomplainingly.

"Great. And if we can't get any good grub on our impossible voyage, I know where the all-you-can-eat traveling lamb chop buffet is located!" Shameless teaser Flynn starts off in his brash bravado when Job and the baby sheep both give the loudmouth tease a dirty look.

"What? I'm kidding!" Eugene feigns it off as high spirited ramblings. "Mostly..." He chuckles under his breath until he looks down at his Lillebror's passed out body murmuring that Queenie's name seated before him, remembering the girl he was leaving behind too…

"Right. What the hell! Let's get this circus on the road!"

"You coming, Pops?" Not minding the extra company this trip, Eugene irreverently tosses the invite over his shoulder as he watches the man wearing a tall, wide-brimmed dark purple hat and matching long coat questionably go astride the large polar bear.

But Ragi hears his soulmate's delicate, yet strong, contralto singing her hurt boy an Icelandic lullaby in his own heart, and he gazes towards the Gler wistfully.

"No, my Queen is calling. I wish you well, lad, as you selflessly care for your injured brethren. Godspeed." Ragi says with a nod as he salutes Eugene. Holger the gray wolf jumps at his back to alight upon the large, unflinching polar bear.

"You have the upper hand on me, but…Who are you anyway, Pops?" Eugene calls out, too busy in his own thoughts in preparation to have inquired who this unknown hero was who had appeared just when his support was needed most.

And the thief prompts his steed and Job's, alongside with the third rescued flying mare to follow as they are just about to take off.

"The new Wind Whisperer's proud father." The ageless man gazes out over where the words of his love's lullaby had found his boy just setting nature back right again with the instincts of a true man of nature.

Ragi responds with a pair of tender eyes that told Eugene everything a parent could feel for child to allow all his own special identity to be pushed aside and now be placed upon his own beloved son.

"May the wind travel with you." As a gust of beckoned wind indeed blows, the two men part ways. The soft smile on both of their faces showed the pride in having a child, one present; one future; that both spoke of love for their mate's greatest gift of them all, the one that will last a lifetime to call one's own…

And in opposite directions the flying mares and the skybound polar bear move rapidly away from one another…

Some minutes later back on the deck of the HmNos Gler, near the southern tip of the Lofoten archipelago…

"Wow, Papa! Are you connected or what?! You have some cool friends in deep places!" Thinking her stint as Queen of Arendelle had her meeting with some interesting foreigners, Princess Anna dashes down from the top forecastle she had been singing with the mermaid entourage upon.

The unawares young woman drags and trips her Kristoff by the hand along. Mainly because Anna of Arendelle was as happy as a proverbial clam that her family – her whole family – was back together.

Just like I always dreamed we could be!

With happy tears behind her eyes, the vivacious ginger hugs and spins Elsa around as she glomps her plucky arms around her father's neck, all while giggling exuberantly. Anna was still filled with the enthusiasm of this incredible journey, and was yet coming down from the rush and high now that this daring adventure they all had just triumphed over - together - was about wrapped up.

"Anna! Please go easy on your Papa for a while! After all, he still recovering, min flicka." With a warning smile at her hasty younger child, Queen Iduna, back in her own skin, gently admonishes in her soft soprano tones her headstrong child with that lilting giggle Anna adored to hear again.

Anna was around her cherished father's torso with all the desperation the vibrant girl kept pent-up inside for these seven years missing them desperately since her parents were believed lost at sea.

"Oh, Mama! I even missed you scolding me!" The energetic orangey girl pulls her Mama into a group hug until all three faces were so close, none of them could barely breathe.

Iduna doesn't heed her own warning much as she squeezes her arms as tight as she could around her husband's thankfully again warm chest, nuzzling her sweet nose to his cheek in the relief of this moment they all longed for to come.

"Welcome back, my Swedish Delight." Though his baritone voice was weak, his smile was strong when King Agnarr instantly recognized that the Snow Queen's presence had left his feisty wife's physical host. Agnarr knew it was his exotic lady, with just one glance into Iduna's crystal clear bright indigo eyes full of true love for him.

And that devoted look is reflected in Agnarr's similarly affectionate eyes upon her over their youngest child's head, as Anna continues to squeeze the life out of the King and Queen.

"Oh, Elsa! Isn't this the best?!" Invitingly grinning from ear to ear over to her big sister, Anna was in tears of joy by now as she reaches out blindly for Kristoff's big reassuring hand.

And naturally, it was there, even as the blond mountain man was glancing around for his own mother's invisible spirit now that the Snow Queen had apparently left Queen Iduna's physical form. The Spirit of the Winter Snow had finally revealed herself to her one and only child and touched the special orphan boy's life with her gentle song in ways he never knew he never knew.

"Now for something totally important! Proper introductions! Without some nasty pirate kidnapping one of us, or trying to kill one of us, or generally making a nuisance of himself – Okay!" Anna sucks in a deep breath before she launches into her next verbal montage. "

"Papa, Mama! This is Kristoff Bjorgman. He's my guy. He's really nice. Really really nice. And strong. Really really super strong! And totally supportive, truly good inside! And he's skilled at climbing mountains, plus he's really helpful in the castle too! My Kristoff's a great successful businessman and…and a super talented Ice Harvester and –" All while a flustered-from-excitement Anna was stumbling over her positive words in describing her—getting around to it— new 'Prince Consort husband' to her attentively listening parents - much to Kristoff's shy, blushing chagrin as he tries to hide his embarrassed face and flushed cheeks at his noisy gal's shameless praising - a smiling Elsa wanders off unnoticed.

Perhaps the older girl felt pangs of coming up a little empty-handed next Anna's glowing braggadocious pride of her heroic fella. Elsa suddenly has the urgent urge to locate a certain Kommander of the ship. And maybe, just maybe, she might have someone special of her own to show off to the folks too.

But where is he now? Did Prince Hans really leave the ship without saying goodbye?

Remembering before that he was not on the bridge, the Arendelle Queen makes a quick peek around the berth deck below. She then makes a particular stop in the Captain's quarters.

Only to find it exactly the way it was this morning.

Nothing, not a single paper, nor personal effect, nor any stock of clothing was gone. Not even the new silk pajamas she had purchased explicitly for him back in Salsbrucket had been taken.

As Elsa rifles through his drawers in the Captain's cabin, she cannot help but breathe her nose into the pale blue silk shirt that still retained Prince Hans' delectably pervasive rich scent in its soft folds.

Not even his valued shaving blade nor the ice mirror she had secreted into his cabin had been removed from his quarters.

Even Hans' well-worn Bible was still at his bedside, still turned to the same passages she and found earlier this morning.

Elsa's intelligent, suspicious mind grasps onto the foregone conclusion with more enthusiasm than accusation as she lifts the dog eared Good Book at his bedside to read the carefully folded over passages on the pages that Hans was last referring to once again.

'Surely he is my salvation. I will trust in Him and not be afraid. The Lord Himself has become my defense and my salvation.' Isaiah 12 :2

Then her white to lavender ombre sleeves brush over the bookmarked page the Ice Queen turns to:

'Cast your burden upon the Lord for he will sustain you. He will never allow the righteous to be shaken.' Psalm 55:22

Turning over one more referenced bookmark, Elsa's eyes traipse over the highlighted selection she had not seen there before with new eyes.

'There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.' 1 John 4:18–

"That's right, Hans! There is no fear in love…I'm not afraid to give my heart to love anymore. And I saw in your beautiful eyes, that last time they met mine, that you weren't afraid either." Running her hands through her loose hair and touching her cheek fond in memory, Elsa feels her own heavy heart lightened now that the man she was pondering of had undoubtedly digested this important instructional passage too.

Then, if not for fear of our blossomed love, what could cause you to leave me without saying goodbye? I know you are far too brave and much too heroic to ever abandon your ship when it was in danger!

"So where are you now, my handsome Prince? I am certain you wouldn't desert me without just cause! Something must've gone terribly wrong! And I intend to find out what would take my Prince away from me!" Defiant in a whisper to herself, dashing away all self-doubt in assurance of a fearless love, Elsa then and there makes the decision to hope and trust in this nascent relationship against all odds.

And above all, love beyond comprehension, as she never dreamed she could.

She spins on her icy high heel sandals to trip up the companionway steps two at a time up into the bridge wheelhouse to confront Rapunzel about it.

"—Even if I don't agree, it's what he wanted, so we have to abide by it—" Rapunzel's soft voice could just be overheard to murmur from somewhere inside, as Elsa, on dainty tiptoe, quietly sneaks onto the bridge of the rescued naval vessel she already claimed the top joint command of as coronated head of the Sjoforsvaret.

Well, officially Anna is currently, but she doesn't know the first thing about the Admiralty Papa taught me about, so-

"Who 'wanted' what, cousin?" Knowing her way around a ship's inner passages, sleek in her white velvet Queen Elsa appears out of nowhere onto the bridge, inquisitively questioning the flinching back brown haired girl.

Rapunzel and Ensign Jan, who had been conversing while the young helmsman was trying to steer the practically defunct steamship, exchange a look.

The coxswain immediately turns to guiltily immerse his full attention back to his steering, unable, or unwilling, to meet his Queen sovereign's demanding gaze.

Now as for poor Rapunzel…

"Oh, Elsa! I didn't hear you come in! Y-You startled me!" Rapunzel and Pascal exchange a sheepish pale yellow glance and subsequent fake giggle to hide behind.

"Yes, I can see that." Elsa ponders her cousin's guilty expression reflected in the young helmsman's beet-red face that purposely continues to avoid her quizzical stare.

"Do you know where I can find Vise Admiral Westergaard? Papa said that he left the ship earlier. But I can't imagine why he would just leave so abruptly in the midst of the battle, without saying goodbye…" The not as insecure as they were forlorn tears wavering behind Elsa's quivering eyes make compassionate Rapunzel almost spill the beans.

But when a dutiful-to-his-Kommander's-wishes Lieutenant Jan shoots her a panicked look, Rapunzel must decide if she would keep to her sincere promise to Hans – perhaps his last request – that her own Eugene instructed her to hold to until they could be sure of a happy outcome for the beleaguered lad.

But her beautiful, tall and pale-skinned cousin's anxiety was so visible in Elsa's eyes as the blonde unconsciously picks up from the compass platform table and places Hans' suave Captain's hat he was earlier donning to her puzzled head, that Rapunzel's honest heart felt it was breaking along with her.

"Elsa…I…I…You see… Eugene…" The indecisive Prussian Princess clutches at her palpitating heart and pounding pregnant tummy as her face turns as green as Pascal's worried one. The reptile pets his confronted girl's cheek tenderly in pity.

HONK! HONK! HONK!

But before she could speak, the tripled blast of a ship's foghorn lets out a deep bellow from somewhere outside the bridge, halting Rapunzel's hand-wrung confession just in the nick of time.

"Now what?!" "What's that?!" As Pascal springs straight up through the air to cling to the wheelhouse ceiling in fright, uneasy Elsa and shocked Rapunzel cry out over one another's lyrical scream.

The pair grab hold of the other's startled hands in startled solidarity as the two capable heroines dash out through the smashed in wheelhouse door onto the Gler's top deck.

There, on the Norwegian sea from the East, the most modern, five masted, humongous square rigged frigate steams towards them around the dark horizon's bend. Its expert crew of fine naval men was hand-picked for this mission by the General of the Arendelle Armed Forces.

General Destin Mattias had taken command of this vessel, instructing the sailors to explicitly avoid the Moskenstraumen that was already beginning its semi-diurnal elapse of less turbulent velocity.

Just nobody informed Kai about it.

The often portentous – particularly to the recently returned hailed hero in King Agnarr's bodyguard Lieutenant whom Kai never got along with when the Crown Prince was young - Arendelle Royal Councilor/ Regent believed himself in charge of any operation concerning the Royal family.

Elsa and Rapunzel join King Agnarr, Queen Iduna, Kristoff and Anna at the Gler stem's bulwark railing to gaze at the massively impressive, open mouth warship approaching the Lofoten shore at a swift clipped speed, doing over an impressive forty knots.

And the flag that was flying in the sunsetting winds proudly displays the saltine's violet and green colors and gold crocus embossed banner of Arendelle that was a sight for all their sore eyes.

"The flag of Arendelle will always fly!" Sprightly Anna expresses everything her entire family felt in one single songful phrase as she hops off and comes straight down from the railing where the daredevil ginger had been climbing the dilapidated Gler's crow's nest in her excitement. Kristoff and Sven were luckily right behind her at the ready to catch her when she fell purposefully into his arms in another one of their crazy trust exercises.

"Hi guys! Where's that big bad ugly sea monster gargantuan I've brought Mattias and Kai and all these rough-tough burly – and may I say, commendably color-coordinated - sailors to exterminate? I've been explaining to them how it was kinda nasty, all snarling, and smashing stuff and spitting out black slime at us! I don't think they believed me when I told them about when that growing taller by the minute, ear-splitting screechy creature wouldn't be stopped. Not even after Vise Admiral JustHans mowed him down, courageously shaving the villainous creature's legs off while Kristoff was shooting magic arrow after arrow at it –" The talkative snowman obviously had been busy rattling off the team's tales of daring do to anyone and everyone who dared to listen to his big-word prattle.

But in his enthusiasm, Olaf's swinging arms were re-creating the action scenes he had witnessed before Elsa sent him for help. His effusive motions cause the snowman to nearly tumble over the edge of the much larger vessel's stem he was haphazardly balanced on now.

"Olaf!" Both sisters cry out in joy to see their dear little friend. With Olaf mentioning so many of the feats and heroics of gallant Prince Hans, Elsa really could use a warm hug her snowman creation specialized in right about now. The Ice Queen's pensive face soon brightens to a smile when she catches a glimpse of Olaf waving his branchy arms around and tottering back and forth as he almost tumbles off the spiked bowsprit he was teetering upon waving at them wildly.

The simple snowman, whom Elsa had blown on the cold air streams high above the atmosphere to transport the living mound of ice to find help and warn the folks back home of the vicious battle with the sea monster, had done his duty with flying colors of Arendelle's proud flag.

He was lucky that now Elsa was attentive enough to easily save the clumsy-footed snow creature from slipping off his balanced dance on the bowsprit to float Olaf over to the Gler's cracked up and near demolished top deck.

"Did you miss me?! I suppose JustHans beat the ugly faced monster already without me to watch! Too bad. I brought backup. They were already halfway here. I showed Mattias and Kai the most advantageous sea route here to Mosken Island, which is situated just south of the Lofoten peninsula. That's in the Værøy Municipality in Nordland county. Hans showed me it on the map before I left, and I memorized its coordinates on my handy dandy compass the Admiral showed me how to use. Wasn't that smart of me? I can't wait to tell the Kommander Hans how well I did!" Truthful Olaf explains happily in his slaphappy, throw-in-a-big-word-every-now-and-then way as he coos and pets Sven's friendly face with a denied carrot nose, Hans' name proudly on every other sentence.

"Backup? My strategic, ingenious girl. Did you send your snowman back to zero in on Arendelle Castle to inform Minister Kai, Elsa? It will be good to see my dear friend again, still in charge of running the logistics of our kingdom, steady and sure old Kai." Just imagining how his trusted, somewhat disinclined-for-adventure, old tutor would overreact, Agnarr asks his elder daughter with a smile of satisfaction in her responsible, tactical mind in battle. He blinks his still iced over eyes several times while trying to focus his blurred vision on the incoming craft, despite the growing weakness in his body where Iduna had her husband seated on a makeshift bench on the worse for wear forecastle.

The still cloudy from battle fatigue King then turns back to the woman in his arms, but there was a humored twinkle in his tired eyes. "Who else would stand beside our little girls through thick and thin all these years, Iduna but faithful old Kai?"

"Perhaps another someone dedicated to our nation from the start too has come as well in our hour of need. A certain someone you never stopped holding dear in your heart, a singular person who had never wavered from his devotion and sworn protection at your side, min kärlek (my love)." Queen Iduna responds, equally grinning as she right away catches onto the reliable – if not reluctant - individual in her husband's pleased mind.

But intuitive Queen Iduna, through her increasing connection to the Enchanted Forest of her birth as the Spirits Elsa had befriended swirl around her, had a greater feeling as to just who was leading this trustworthy 'backup' Elsa's snowman heralded.

"Brace yourself, my darling." A smiling Iduna softly coos in Agnarr's ear, knowing her partner so thoroughly she could predict his emotional response as the incoming ship and the dark-skinned, widely grinning man on its deck could clearly be seen, even by her mate's often clouded eyes.

"It can't be…" The King of Arendelle murmurs as he stands up to his feet and walks across the Gler's broken deck as if in a dream.

A marvelous, unreal fantasy that the 49-year-old man since his youth and the mysterious disappearance of his oldest friend, had spent many years and decades of his past replaying in never-given-up hope against hope…

"Mattias?! My Lieutenant Mattias, is it really you?" The tears behind the usually stoic royal man's eyes were undeniable as Agnarr now runs like an eager boy of 14 again to the edge of the ship's rail and propels himself over to the other vessel, had his daughters not stopped their raring to go, still weak father.

Elsa, though, understood her parent's initial desire to ensure all in his sight was reality, as she cryokinetically brings a startled, yet ever-ready Mattias over the sea's gap between the vessels, levitating the military man - who had seen more magic between Heaven and earth than he's rather in his long existence to mind anymore – over to the HmNos Gler.

"Whoa-oh-oh. Still getting the feel for that." General Destin Mattias chuckles through gritted teeth as his unsettled body travels through the air as if her were weightless, disconcertedly enshrouded in a frosty cloud of enchanted ice at the behest of magical Queen Elsa.

Face to face, Agnarr and Mattias stare at one another for several silent seconds before always-ready-with-some-witty-repartee Mattias finally breaks the silence.

"Your daughters have promoted me to a General now in these nine months since I've been freed of the Enchanted Forest's mists. Maybe 'cause they've got their Mother's obvious good taste in elevating good-lookin' uniformed men. But yes, Agnarr. Yes, I'll always be your 'Lieutenant Mattias'. It is good to see you well again, my Prince." There was much emotion behind those teasing words of yesteryear and the smirk etched across the tall, dark and still handsome General's features as he was about to reach out his hand and pat the shoulder of his 'young charge' as was Mattias' habit since last they met, some 35 years ago.

But Agnarr was not a mere teenager under his guard anymore, becoming a noble and fair King to his nation after his iniquitous Father's demise. And, by all the accounts of the boy-ruler the curious soldier had been reading about since his return to Arendelle - heroic Admiral to his Fleet for his people in the interval since they were parted that fateful day three decades back.

"Pardon me. Your Majesty." That was before the dutiful soldier remembered himself and reverently falls to his knees at grown up Admiral King Agnarr's reinstated monarchial feet.

Agnarr was almost so overcome with these suddenly upon him, raw emotions, that the moisture behind his stoic eyes almost overflows.

"'My Prince' will always do between you and I, my dearest fellow." Desperately trying to constrain his emotions, Agnarr places both his cold hands on Mattias' bowed shoulders.

But then, thinking of the long years behind the veil of the Forest's mists Mattias had to endure away from his home - though for many years a guilty Agnarr did try to overcome the wall. But neither digging beneath, nor catapulting by air, and certainly not by any human force to penetrate the unseen veil, though the young Prince and his horse tried on numerous occasions – the King breaks down.

"Thank God you're alive." Agnarr sinks to his knees in overcome reverence at Mattias' shocked side on the crackled deck strakes. The pale complexion Ice King forgets his place for this ephemeral moment and openly embraces his conversely dark-skinned believed lost soldier and companion with as much warmth and tears of friendship flowing as the years had forged in his forlorn heart for his thought-vanished beyond reach, cherished friend.

"Amen. Praise the Lord I can say the same thing for you, my Prince." Beyond grateful to have Agnarr and his Queen miraculously returned, Mattias too invokes the Name of the Creator of all things both mysterious and wondrous that neither man would understand in this world.

But they would both appreciate and treasure every day granted of His benevolence thereof.

A happily tearful Anna and Elsa, held tight within their Mama's special shawl, watch the poignant reunion as Mattias gives all three Queens a respectful nod and winning smile behind Agnarr's back.

"Your Majesties." General Mattias gives especial deference and grateful recognition to the Northuldran woman who was so influential in Agnarr's life. This native child, Iduna, had not only rescued his Crown Prince's life then – now again in these seven long years in torture – but her inner goodness, integrity and fortitude of character had wisely shaped the young ruler's outlook to bring Arendelle and Northuldra to peace now, through the united miracles of their love called 'Elsa and Anna'.

"General Mattias." Queen Iduna responds with a warm little hand squeezed to the strong, large one offered by the loyal, good soldier she recalled visiting the Enchanted Forest all those years ago, whom her Agnarr always spoke of so fondly over in their time together.

That's when, just as expected, rushing out from the HmNoS Feia's modernized Bridge Command Center, Arendelle's Regent/ Head Councilor/Butler/Head of Household/ Agnarr's childhood tutor and friend, Minister Kai, appears on the frigate's lower top deck.

The large bodied, balding, with a crown of golden brown hair, older man blinks once, then twice, rubbing at his eyes as if to clear them as to what they were seeing on the deck just parallel to where he was standing at the pride of the Navy battleship Feia's stem.

Taking a deep breath, King Agnarr of Arendelle stands to his full six foot one height with Mattias' steady hand help to look upon his other, more exacting, proper old friend with his emotions now in check.

"Kai. As always a reliable member of my Kingdom and Council, I thank you for so swiftly acting. I see you and your good wife are well." Rising through the sea breeze confidently on an ice ramp 'Kommander' Elsa, in her captain's hat over her flowing waves of hair, was monitoring in concern, King Agnarr addresses the large, rotund man above the two ships' railings.

"Ooh, Kai! Olaf was not telling tales! Our own dear rulers, King Agnarr and Queen Iduna are alive, and our girls are safe! Praise be to God!" Across the way on the Feia's deck, clapping her hands together, rosy-cheeked Gerda, Arendelle's Housekeeper/Cook/Nursemaid/All around Castle hard Worker and confidante friend falls to her plump knees.

On the Feia's deck, Gerda gives a devout prayer to the Lord Giver of all life as tears spill from her joyous eyes to find their long dead King and Queen Olaf had revealed were found alive, and their charges Elsa and Anna safe and sound right alongside them.

"Of course I wasn't, Gerda! Don't you know? Snowmen can't lie." Peeking out from the hidden recesses of the equipment storage container near the aft end of the deck in search of Hans, though he would not fit inside the tool box at his svelte and tall six foot two height, silly me, Olaf shakes his giggling head in that condescending manner.

"Aww, Eliana! They defeated that big ugly seaweed ball without me! I wanted to help Elsa and Anna and Kristoff and JustHans and Flynn-er-Eugene and Rapunzel wipe that rotten old scabbardy pirate off the sea map!" Foregoing his expanded vocabulary for more basic, show-off rugged sailor, masculine terms, Olaf had hopped up on King Agnarr's ice sled. He was lamenting to his snow-girlfriend his missing out on the final battle the bombastic snowman, who in his purity thought the world of himself, was sure he would've played a vital role in bringing down.

"It sounded rather untidy anyway, Oly. Our white snow may have gotten soiled." Brushing at her pristine ruffle dress, dainty Eliana distained anything dirty and such violence gave her the impression of the mess the snowlady made of sugar and spice and everything nice innately detested.

"Yeah, it would probably have been cluttered, and dangerous life-on-the-line kind of stuff from the looks of the state they left this ship. Tsk., tsk, tsk. But, we missed watching the heroic show, even though we were moving full steam ahead on this great, big, powerful frigate! Hey! Where is the Admir—JustHans? I want to show the Feia off to him! It's a Barquentine type with so many nifty gadgets and triple steam engines…" Excitable Olaf, having educated himself onboard the Feia of every sailor available, just catches himself from calling Hans 'Admiral'. But the snowman remembers the Prince of the Southern Isles' rebuke on that fine point, in front of the actual Admiral he was at the feet of especially.

"Hans loves Navy ships and boats and nautical stuff like that, Anna and Elsa's Papa! I've been showing Kai and Gerda here on the HmNos Feia how he even taught me how to read a ship's compass and telescope and gyroscope and so many instrument panels on the bridge that my head is still spinning! So, it's only fair…" Setting his noggin to literally swivel around his lack of neck at a dizzying rate, Olaf was excited to show off his new great big toy to the only man patient enough to entertain the snowman as amused playmate.

But when Prince Hans was nowhere in sight, the pleasant snowman looks up to King Agnarr.

"I'm afraid to say, but Vise Admiral Westergaard is no longer onboard, Olaf." The King cautiously states, knowing more tender ears were listening.

"But, Hans is my friend. He'd never just leave us. First, he was tossed in the sea when he defended Elsa on that pirate ship; then he helped us recover cousin Eugene and the stolen holy scepter; then Elsa made him the Kommander of this ship when we had to go rescue Anna, then he helped Kristoff scale the mountain to recover you and the Queen from the pirate, and you even upgraded him to your Vise Admiral when he saved Elsa's life from that sea monster. Prince Hans is an invaluable member of the team against this threatening bad guy. So where'd he go now that we've won?" Olaf innocently asks, having no idea how it was breaking Elsa's heart to hear his simple description of their contact through the un-jaded, pure eyes that held no latent judgment or past grudges against the hero the repentant Prince of the Southern Isles had proven himself to be on this journey.

"I wish I knew." Feeling exhausted again to take a quickly offered deck chair on the Feia, King Agnarr answers the semi-rhetorical question with a raised brow look to his General and his Royal Advisor before cradling his aching head and stumbling.

"Please rest now, Agnarr. I'll sing you a hymn." The King obeys his wife and closes his eyes as he accedes to rest with Queen Iduna joining his side on the frigate ship.

"'Faith, that in prayer can never fail,
Hope, that o'er doubting must prevail,
And Charity, whose name above
Is God's own name, for "God is Love."'"

Soon, two caring older women appear to harmonize as Iduna shares a meaningful handshake with close friend and faithful servant Gerda and a familial smile with Northuldran leader Yelena whom Iduna had not seen in decades since the little girl left her village to save the Crown Prince and become the love of his life to fulfill all prophecy.

Wise old Yelena had accompanied the Feia at Mattias' special request as well, and the silent, shrewd woman so connected to the Sprit Elements pets this very special daughter of her land's sallow cheek before Queen Iduna sits down beside her man to soothe his pains away.

As the Queen's soprano voice brings a sense of peace not only to her head pounding husband, but also over the uptight crew, the pair of often argumentative older men in charge of the operation exchanges a conciliatory nod.

Mattias and Kai now direct the use of a gangplank the sailors onboard the Feia had swiftly assembled to begin the transfer between the ships with nodded assent from quiet Queen Elsa on her sister Princess Anna's arm as they too listen to their Mama's healing hymn.

"He did so much for us, we can't just give up on him when he never gave up on helping us. I won't give up on JustHans. He's here somewhere. I'm gonna go look for him again. And Flynn-er-Eugene, too." Observant of the important things in life, like friendship and loyalty and unaccounted for friends, wise Olaf whispers to Eliana who was swaying with the hymn's music.

Then an inquisitive Olaf doggedly wanders back over the King's ice sled to the Gler where the 'midshipman's' red-headed 'Admiral' was last seen.

In his meanderings, the curious snowman swings around the golden holy orb and St. Olaf's sceptre he had collected from where they had been left strewn across the deck. The honest snowman determinedly waves them about as he looks quite humorous wearing a scavenger hunt collection of Hans' Captain's hat he had pilfered from Elsa's head the moment he jumped on board; a corncob pipe that belonged to one of the sailors that they had left behind stuck in his toothy mouth; and Job's vibrant red scarf that the Caribbean had tied a life preserver around Rapunzel with to keep the young woman buoyant in the water earlier at his wintery neck.

Olaf's two branchy arms wave the precious holy relics of the kingdom around as if he actually were his namesake as he was about to explore below deck of the listing ship.

"Olaf, act properly. No one is to go below decks anymore. It is too dangerous and off-limits to all but the crew until further notice. I am certain the young man will turn up when he so wishes to be credited." It only took those few authoritative sentences from Minister Kai looking down at him dismissively for the 'misbehaving' snowman to ante up the stolen items and hand them over to the stern teacher sporting a neat cravat and knew how to gain respect from his pupils.

"Show me the last place your friend was, Olaf. I'll go investigate with you." A strong believer in 'never giving up' on anyone no matter how many years it took because he lived that principle, General Mattias, on the other hand, takes the time to hear the snowman out. The tall, dark soldier quietly speaks to Olaf with an undermining dare shot at the stricter Regent.

"Yes, sir!" A gratified Olaf salutes the nice man Anna had commissioned a General of her Army. Kai never held much stock in the traitorous Prince enough to care to spend valuable time now seeking him out. Despite his antagonistic rival in the kingdom's sigh and rolling eyes, Mattias starts to follow Olaf.

But not before meeting Queen Elsa's lost glance over the sea.

It was full of a wistful yearning that noticed Olaf's hunt for the young Prince that Mattias' keen mind notes before he joins the snowman in search of the two missing members of this incredible journey.

"Spzzt-spzzt! Where's Flynn-er Eugene, cousin Rapunzel? Is he playing hide and seek with JustHans below deck? Can I play, too?" Snowpea-brain Olaf conspiratorially whispers up to Rapunzel as he tugs on her skirt and blinks up with the innocent query. The two quietly trail away with Mattias into the Gler under Elsa's curious eye over yonder.

Shrugging, Kai returns to the Feia to explain all that transpired up to this point to his King who was beckoning him over to discuss matters while he rested with his three lovely ladies dotingly surrounding him.

"You know your stubborn, workaholic King almost as well as I, Kai. He refuses to go below and fully rest without hearing your account of events and the state of our Kingdom." Queen Iduna had finished her lovely church melody when Agnarr's eyes had opened and he demanded to speak to his lifelong royal advisor.

"Report, Kai. Cough-cough." King Agnarr, though tired, had recovered from his headache thanks to his enchanted wife's healing song.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Arendelle is doing extremely well, both peacefully and policy-wise, under the rule of your daughter Queen Anna since she took over for her sister nine months ago after the Northuldran question arose. Though the girl has absolutely no head for economics or diplomacy - as your successor Queen Elsa did in her four years of rule, she following your wise footsteps, Sire - we have successfully steered Queen Anna's course as not to permanently disrupt foreign relations in the interval. And since it was her wish to be reinstated as a Princess for her wedding, all has been running smoothly again since Queen Elsa returned from the Ahtohallan to lead Arendelle successfully again." With an obvious sigh of relief at Elsa's return to the throne that meant well-meaning, but clumsy-in-all-things Anna was away from rule, Kai begins his preamble with an update as to Arendelle Kingdom before delving into recent events that led up to this.

"Right after Princess Anna's wedding to – ehem- Prince Consort Kristoff was successfully accomplished, the very next morning Queen Elsa went missing from Arendelle Castle. So immediately, General Mattias and I decided to go in search of where she had disappeared to. Inquiries and reports from your friend Captain Rustung, Sire, led us to the rumored evidence that ships and ocean crossings and pirates of the high seas were involved." The somber eyed man says gravely, showing his concern. It had caused he and his - at times unwelcome recently inducted partner of a new General Queen Anna had appointed in Arendelle's state of military affairs - to go into immediate action in his deceased best friend's place.

Minister Kai Roservalen felt it his duty, as not only the manager the household, but a father figure that the young women needed desperately in these changing times of turmoil to leave no stone unturned.

General Destin Mattias, also loyal to his friend's memory, felt the same way about Agnarr's daughters, causing the unmatched pair of General and Advisor to call a temporary truce in their almost nonstop bickering these past nine months on how the kingdom - inexperienced Anna had little idea about on her own - should be run.

"So following the trail the good Captain pointed out through our telegraphed communications, I believed it wise to employ the newly updated frigate that I had continued to modernize as you would have wished for your Navy to continue on in your honor, Your Majesty."

Grateful King Agnarr pats his old friend on the shoulder, knowing that he left the right person in charge of Arendelle to dutifully watch over his family in his place.

Of course, Kai left out the bit about how it was General Mattias who actually insisted on deploying the half-manned Feia pre-launch date. And also to take the large entourage of Northuldran wedding guests he had befriended over their years together in the Enchanted Forest, now on board to encourage the Spirits of the Water and Wind to hasten the ship's speed.

But would strong, stoic type Mattias utter a word now?

Maybe later.

"To protect and care for your most precious treasures, your jewels named Elsa and Anna, one of whom I walked down the aisle in your vaulted stead, my King, just a few days before. I decided to spare not the Sjoforsvaret's swiftest, most formidable warship to employ it to the unknown task of tracking down this vile villain of a thieving pirate and retrieve our relics as well as our dear lost Snow Princess." In his pompous voice, Kai speaks in the terms that he always heard Agnarr nickname is blonde elder girl that only Gerda and Kai and his sister Johanne, who served as Iduna"s ladies maid now, knew of the family's icy secret.

And of course that meant his wife, faithful, loving and caring Gerda felt exactly the same way. The pair of rusty adventurers, well past their prime, were willing to race out into danger, to bring the children they helped raise into independent young women, home again safely.

"When Olaf blew on board while we were just coming out of refueling at the port of Namsos, your Majesty, with this awesome tale, Mattias and I were at first skeptical. But the nearer we approached, seeing the path of that monster's destruction and the sea's unrest, this story didn't seem as unbelievable as we first thought. After all, Gerda and I are both very familiar with implausible fairytales." The portly Royal advisor shares a knowing glance with his wife as both recall their fateful encounter with a certain Northern Queen that made all this adventure and legends seem ordinary.

"I always knew you would be our steady anchor to rely on in the end, my old friend. Thank you, Kai." Agnarr summons all the strength stand up straight and tall.

And never slouch, young man! One day you will hold your head high as Arendelle's King! Agnarr still remembers this strict tutor's bolstering words to an uncertain boy just coming into his trying ice powered adolescence.

As his instructor, Kai had trained the young King to grow up immersed in history and knowledge of the kingdom. Kai had, as a friend, helped Agnarr endure the years spent in a lonely Arendelle Castle together. After all, this intelligent young teacher came highly recommended by the Snow Queen herself through a royal epistle sent to Agnarr's royal parents.

Queen Margherita of Arendelle, hiding this letter and any knowledge of it from her domineering husband King Runeard, wisely commissioned Kai, just a young man of 20 himself, to be Agnarr's tutor.

The loving mother knew her poor, browbeaten boy needed a proper, godly mentor growing up so sheltered and hidden away from the outside world as his shamed Father insisted when he saw his son had developing ice magic the cruel, prejudiced King considered wicked.

Kai was one of the only souls in the world who was privy to the special cryokinetic gifts of the young Crown Prince. Agnarr was grateful to learn much about his awesome powers' potential through Kai, and his wife and sister that he brought along with him through their own experiences and acquaintances with the Snow Queen of the North.

And when King Runeard perished in the Enchanted Forest, intellectual Kai, rising in rank in the isolated Kingdom until he was Minister of the High Council, became regent in the interim until Crown Prince Agnarr officially stepped into his role as King.

"The Feia will secure the disabled Gler to the Lofoten port, your Majesty, then bring it to dry dock in Bodo. We will travel on the Feia back to Arendelle from there." At Kai's signal, obedient sailors under his command, saluting with wide eyes and awe at their returned King, stream over some of Elsa's created bridges between the ships to the Gler in order to employ its much used windlass wench and clamping cables.

"Your Majesties." With a respectful nod as the sailors behind him were ready, Kai includes Elsa and Anna as well in addressing the two returned rulers of their parents. "Arendelle will be beside herself with blessed joy and laughter to welcome you home again." The normally pompous and stiffnecked proper man expresses his subtle happiness in these agreeable lofty words to Agnarr and Iduna with the backdrop of every sailor on board the Feia saluting their returned King and Admiral all at once.

Speaking of admirals…

"Oh, yes. On another matter…I am quite interested to meet the young man that you have dubbed as your 'Vise Admiral', Sir. I believe we have met before, under less than satisfactory circumstances. But if you have judged him worthy, Sire…" One to hold a grudge, Kai remembers a certain red-haired Prince for his past uncouth dealings with Arendelle. Although, since Olaf had been extolling the reformed virtues of the Dane all the trip here, it would be King Agnarr's final say in the matter that would hold water for Arendelle's Chief Councilor.

"Where is that Hans, anyway? Or Cousin Eugene for that matter? Olaf's been scouting around with Mattias, but I think they haven't found either of them yet. I know I saw Hans running around and swimming to dive for Mama, absolutely un-frozen, Kristly! Let's go below deck with Mattias and Olaf to make sure those crazy sneaky guys really aren't still skulking in the shadows onboard somewhere, while Elsa's busy with Papa and Kai." Anna whispers hastily in her husband's ear as the two young people quickly take off down the companionway steps when no one was looking.

"Thank you for all you've done for my girls and our kingdom, Kai. Dear Gerda, the rock of ages always at your man's side, allow me to help you." Gentlemanly Agnarr says to his sweet friendly cook and faithful, godly housekeeper who had been always helpful with that forever young childlike wonder about her.

Agnarr had watched Gerda fearlessly climb her short, pleasantly plump form over Elsa's formulated ice stairway bridge back to the Feia, after the trooper woman with supplies had followed some of the sailors across to the Gler's deck that his clever girl had linked the two naval craft together with.

"Urgh!" But amidst all the good-natured smiles, Agnarr suddenly cannot restrain the exerted utterance that he tried to subdue. His not yet ready to be taxed arm and stumbling leg strain to steady Gerda's chubby form down from Elsa's ice ramp steps.

"Oh my! I'm too bottom-heavy! My poor boy! Are you unwell, my Dearie?! Tell Gerda where it hurts." In her doting, caring way, Gerda coos over the handsome 49-year-old King whom had, she just notices, lost that vibrant ginger of his hair in these past seven years since she had last seen him.

"No, Gerda, dear. It's not your fault. Merely – huff – winded. These new/old legs will be right as rain–huff—soon. It just may take a little time for me to get back in shape after being bedridden for the past seven years." Agnarr tries to laugh off in embarrassment for stumbling and struggling just to stand after the harrowing events of the last few days had come to a climactic finish now in its peaceful aftermath.

His physical body, after going through so many changes, convolutions and magical healings of late had been left still weak, and at times faint. However, the Arendelle King's stubborn streak wouldn't capitulate to it.

"I'll be back to my old self in no time." Agnarr announces defiantly, standing up on that new leg as tall as he could to proudly stride on his own across the deck for a moment or two before faltering to collapse.

"Agnarr!"

"Papa!"

Iduna and Elsa cry out, wanting to rush to him, but fortunately Kai was right away at Agnarr's side, ready to steady his friend.

"Your Majesty, you must rest now. Please rely on us to transport your entire royal family all safely home. We will sort out everything once we're back in Arendelle." As chief Royal Advisor for many years, Kai felt responsible for taking up the reins of decision-making for the, at times, rash, young King-to-be he had been charged with long ago.

As well as his pair of headstrong daughters now when Minister Kai was called upon to stand in as regent of the kingdom for a few years again before Elsa's coming of age Coronation ceremony upon the King and Queen's erroneously reported death.

When it came to quiet gentle spoken deliberation, Kai was the thoughtful rock the people of Arendelle could always turn to, when it all seemed upside down.

"Yes, Agnarr will require time to fully recover from all of this before he returns to duty. There is much to impart that has occurred these past seven years, my darling. And you must not only regain your health, but you must learn to adapt." Queen Iduna says as she approaches Kai to have her husband lean on her constant shoulder.

Though she was still so beautiful, the age behind her eyes fully told of all Iduna had endured at her husband's side as the undernourished, diminutive and frail Queen was still spirited enough to offer a smile to her anxious Arendelle friends.

"But the Lord has never abandoned us, and He has given us this second chance to live again. So we, more than any, must continually praise him without ceasing." Iduna says gently, with a quiet power behind her words that Yelena raises her arms to Heaven to laud.

"May the Spirits be praised for your stamina, my child!" The older woman could not be more proud of this Northuldran offspring, seeing now why Iduna was chosen above all others for greatness of heart and charity of soul by the Elements.

"Hallelujah!" Gerda shouts the ecclesiastic exclamation so loud and strong, it was like having her own personal revival. "Oops. Pardon me." She mumbles red in the face, though still meaning every syllable of the praiseworthy word.

"'For I am the Lord your God, who upholds you in trouble, who says to you, 'Do not fear, I will help you. I will never desert you, nor will I ever forsake you.'" Isaiah 41:13

And as Iduna reverently shares the Bible's holy words that have sustained the fear stricken and tortured Queen of Arendelle all through those terrible years, Gerda could see that same brilliant light still behind the eyes of the woman before her. The inextinguishable shine that had glowed in the eyes of the 16-year-old adopted Swedish Princess whom young Crown Prince Agnarr had been blessed to bring home to Arendelle one day as his bride.

While Kai and Elsa attend to Agnarr, Gerda wraps her plump arms around Iduna's strong faith, that was yet thankful, even through strife and torment, in a loving, tender hug.

Just then, Mattias, Olaf, Anna and Kristoff come up from an extensive search for Hans in the decks below to traipse over to the Feia.

"Warm hug time! I love warm hugs!" Though depressed at not finding 'JustHans' moments ago, indiscriminate Olaf hugs whoever was beside him, that just happening to be Sven, until the naughty reindeer tries the nibble at his carrot nose, Svala looking on at the comical scene, amused.

So Olaf finds solace in Eliana's less ravenous embrace.

"The Good Lord blessed our Agnarr—and our country—with the treasure of you and your little girls, my Queen. I've waited so long to be able to tell you that, my sweet Queen Iduna." As a dear friend more than a palace servant, Gerda embraces the tired, thin woman as she touches Anna and Elsa's teary-eyed cheeks with a warm familial hand.

"Come, my dearies. Let's get your Papa home to take a well-deserved rest in the bosom of his loving family and kingdom. Don't you worry about a thing. We'll take care of everything from here on in. You just rely on old Gerda and Kai. All righty, my dearies?" The devoted housekeeper pets and pampers her beloved ones, hugging each in turn and then over again.

For little Agnarr's family had become her family too. The childless woman and her husband had seen so much of the world and the riches of love's warmth through the cold snowstorms they overcame at an early age.

After Kai had crossed the deck to speak to Lieutenant Jan at the helm of the Gler, after many Navy officers made quick work of attaching the two ships together, the defunct ship is hauled to the shore by the powerful frigate HmNoS Feia. With Mattias at his side, Kai then joins Gerda in surrounding the reunited Arendelle Bernadotte family the couple had watched over for loyal years in faithful service of.

As he and Gerda meet one another's eyes, both were sure they saw the white rose petals they loved, the same ones that graced their summer wedding day those 49 happy years passed by, flutter in the form of delicate snowflake sculptures from the sky above.

And the pair of ageless adventurers gaze up to see a familiar flying white polar bear through the sky. There, their Snow Queen of old and that mysterious minstrel Ragi together were un-aged still as the mystical pair land on the Gler's stem before them.

The epitomized beauty of the Winter is able to take human form again through her husband Ragi's liberated Wind Whisperer abilities of nature for all to see and hear her freely.

"Snow Queen! You are every bit as lovely as last we met, decades ago!" Gerda giggles like a schoolgirl upon seeing her ethereal old friend again face-to-face.

"And you're every bit as sweet, my Gerda." The Snow Queen smiles in that inexorable elegant way as her icy blue lips and palest blue eyes were full of a heartfelt warmth nonetheless. Even more of an almost human warmth than any had ever seen her possess before.

"Your Majesty!" Though his bones were creaky, and his rotund form not so sleek, nothing could stop Kai from bowing reverently to the ground before the Snow Queen he once worshiped in his childhood, from where he was attending a distressed and weak Agnarr.

Her return giggles tinkle with snow flurries as the Snow Queen kisses Kai's now plump cheek, remembering that little blond boy who started all of her curiosity with humanity. And even though his darkened, receding hair appearance was vastly different from that wide-eyed child with a full shock of curly blonde tufts, much akin to her own baby boy Kristoff now, to her, Kai was still and always will be that beautiful boy she first glimpsed in the mirror that opened her mind to love.

After giving Kristoff, who was standing beside Ragi, a loving glance, the Snow Queen then turns her attention to where her other extended family that she had embraced under her white wing was, full of concern around their weak and perspiring with uncommon heat feverish than frozen cold father who struggles for breath although from his mouth was coming out cold puffs.

"Fear not, children. Your father's physical form is adjusting yet." The Snow Queen's cold heart had been touched by human warmth Gerda showed her once, enough to show compassion to give reassurance to Agnarr's family.

For she herself had gone through a transition much like this in between that time when she lost her powers when she had over-taxed them in diffusing a volcano to save lives. But the Snow Queen then regained them back some twenty-five years ago when a golden miracle was born. Even the all powerful, ancient spirit called the Snow Queen herself had to learn control anew under the calm gentle warmth of a wondrous man named Ragi's tender patient natural training and attention.

"For a time, my Wind Chime Boy's progressively healing body will be adjusting to his now established and realized ice powers come to fruition that he had constantly shielded and denied before. The balance of his mortal human warmth and manifested ice powers that had been developed as a flood and under such sudden strain, now that he has tasted its power, will be difficult for him to control, at first. Just as you struggled in your youth, Elsa. Your father is going through that now again." Speaking from experience herself, the Snow Queen affixes her cool gaze between Agnarr and his icy offspring on the deck of the Feia with a measure of maternal caring that she had gained from being a mother of a child herself since she suffered that power ambiguity.

"Your father will require your stabilizing cryogenic abilities and instructive advice at certain critical junctures in the next few weeks, perhaps months of his ice manifestation. At least until his involuntary systems have not only fully recuperated, but also become accustomed to his special gifts with no harm to himself or others, little Ice Angel." The Snow Queen speaks directly into Elsa's wide, azure blue eyes.

"And until then, you must remain ruler of your country in his place, to keep the strain of running a kingdom from his mind. Soon he will be ready to take on another, higher calling that again you have forged a clear path to be the example of. Your sister will try to help you both, but you and I know the Queen's rule is ultimately not for her." The Snow Queen enigmatically says to an increasingly confused Ice Queen.

"Me? Teach Papa to control his ice? I – I wouldn't know where to start." As she shifts her light weight from high heel to other high-heeled sandal foot, there was still that tiny, gnawing uncertainty that Elsa retained way in the back of her introverted heart. It causes the quiet young woman to almost wince at the idea telling her wise older father what to do, as he tried in her youth to instruct, instead of vice versa.

"Well, if not you, than I must take responsibility, Ice Queen. King Agnarr's renewed leg and arm must have constant iced conditioning for several weeks, due to his body's rejecting the feverish regrowth that may destroy any chance he has to retain either re-grown limb. So, until he rehabilitates to normal temperatures, I will take him with me back to my chilled Snow Castle in the far North to maintain his low body temperature needed while he recovers." The cold, hard logic of the Snow Queen's candid words hit Elsa, Anna, and Iduna like a ton of ice bricks.

"No! Papa!" Grabbing her father's gradually more feverish left hand as he was closing his eyes to try to focus and contain, Anna defies her mother-in-law. The ginger Princess was very upset that their happy family life she so longed for all these lonely years was about the split up again for an unknown period time if the Snow Queen was take her Papa away to the far North in order to heal.

"It's all right, Anna! Please, calm down." After soothing her perturbed mother's cheek with a cool palm, seeing how affected Anna was by the terror of being separated again, that she too felt exquisitely inside, Elsa puts her two hands on her little sister's trembling with fear shoulders.

"I will do it, your Majesty." Regal Elsa states assuredly as she stands erect to take an assertive step forward towards the tall and imposing blonde Snow Queen.

"The Ice Palace I have created on the North Mountain will make an ideal cold environment for Papa to remain cool and learn to use his icy gifts, until we can acclimate him to live back in Arendelle, not so far away. With Mama and Anna and Kristoff, Mattias, Kai and Gerda and everyone in Arendelle supporting me, with God's guidance, I know I can do this. Please. Please let me help my Papa in his time of need. You can rely on me. He can rely on me." Elsa quietly, with rationale, petitions the Snow Queen with a confident pride in herself and her groomed abilities she never knew she owned until this very moment.

And she discovered it all for the love of her reunited family.

"After all, 'there is no fear in love.'" Elsa proclaims to the delight of everyone listening, particularly her Mama Iduna who had worried anxious tears over her elder girl, praying Elsa would be this brave to show herself to be who she was created for someday, fearless, brilliant and bold.

And now she was all that and so much more.

"You truly have the warm heart of a legendary monarch and responsible Queen, sweet Ice Princess. You will go forth far with such a capability to love, and be loved in return for it." The Snow Queen brushes Elsa's artistic chin with a genuine smile and bowed nod of respect to the courageous younger woman's strength of purpose, though somehow sensing the girl's hidden heart in love's yearning.

"I leave you in capable and unafraid, worthy hands, my Windchime boy. God be with you." And with a tender kiss to Agnarr's hot brow that cools down the febrile man instantly to sustain him for a while, her translucent hand is surprised to be felt to be squeezed by Iduna's grateful warm palm that would forever be by her Agnarr's side, thanks to their extraordinary daughter Elsa.

And the Snow Queen's projected soul's embodiment, due to her own man of nature Ragi that she would eternally sit beside, smiles along with the other lovely mother she shared so much with.

The Snow Queen then joins her own ageless man upon the back of the tame, pristine white polar bear that Kristoff, Sven and Svala were making fast friends with all this while.

{"Take good care of my Svala, Anna. Consider her our wedding present to you. I know you'll be her friend. Farewell, for now, my boy."} With a parting salute to his cherished reindeer companion he leaves for his son's wife to travel alongside Kristoff and Sven. Ragi then uncharacteristically bids Kristoff a cordial goodbye rather than his usual simply disappearing act. And that causes Kristoff to look up most curiously through shielded eyes against the dazzling streaks of the Aurora Borealis.

{"Ég elska þig, barnið mitt." (I love you, my child)} With an icy blown kiss of snow flurries, the Snow Queen sends out her tender message in her native Icelandic tongue. The Spirit Whisperer in Kristoff instantly translates through his mental spiritual connection she was able to log into through the years of love shared between the Snow Queen and her soulful mate.

{"Goodbye, Muthir, Pabbie."} Basking in the snowflakes falling around him full of motherly love that melt kisses on his cheek, Kristoff responds in affectionate kind.

{"Thank you for making my amazing fella just perfect for me!"} Anna, quick as a wink, reappears at his side to cut into Kristoff's psychic transmission to his parents with the embarrassing statement. As she drags her new reindeer doe companion along the deck with her, Anna scruffs Svala's tan furry cheeks with outward fondness.

Anna then wraps an emotionally exhausted arm around Kristoff's strong one. Together they watch Gerda and Kai wave off the departing pair and bid their fond farewells to the friends of their youth.

{"Please come and visit us up here in the North when your first child arrives. I long to hear the pitter patter of little feet again in my Snow Palace…"} The Snow Queen's wistful voice yearns for the immortal music of a child's laughter in both Kristoff and Anna's conjoined minds, though the pair react differently.

{"We'll get right on it, Snow Mama-in-law! There is an unfinished honeymoon we're about to get back to now. Right, Kristly?"} Despite her weariness of being awake for over 36 hours now, constantly on the action-packed move, Anna's unashamed bubbly yet amorous thoughts sing out through the mental airways Kristoff commanded. And the ginger Princess knew instantly she could tread upon there freely, since Kristoff's mind – and everything else that belonged to her hunky hubby - was an open book to her.

The vivacious girl's comment causes the Snow Queen and Ragi both to chuckle at their son's choice of an outspoken, lively Princess bride.

"Oof! Anna! What was that for?" Kristoff gulps bashfully and blushes violently when his new wife elbows her virile young stud none too gently in his solar plexus.

"Am I right, Kristly?" She asks again, just wanting to hear she was still loved and wanted.

"Yeah, you said it, Baby. Your wish is my command." Kristoff, seeing her emotionally spent need, wraps up his bride in strong arms and covers her wobbling lips with the much-needed kiss between lovers.

"Kveðjum…" (Farewell…) The Snow Queen speaks on the cool trade winds for all the world to hear just before she fades from sight, her melodic voice echoing through the polar sky.

Kristoff, finishing their tasty true love's kiss, watches his Nature mentor father and Winter spirit of a mother fly across the sunsetting sky above upon their snow white Ursus Maritimus flying polar bear.

It circles the dazzling sky before disappearing into a crystalline snowflake burst of brilliant white light.

Waving them goodbye, Anna flits back to scoop up Olaf to bring to her parents and Elsa's shared embrace. And all together, the close-knit Arendelle family watch the land of Norway's archipelago draw closer as faithful and reliable Kai and Gerda watch over them as promised.

Under the swirling green, yellow, red, orange, pink, blue and purple aurora borealis shifting waterfall of colors through the dark sky, the Gler is hauled in by the larger frigate Feia towards the safety of the Lofoten port opening to the immediate North's welcoming shores…

In the warm embrace of her family, Queen Elsa of Arendelle gazes behind where all the others were facing.

For back out over the calm, dark waves of the entrancing seas under the magical aurora borealis' glow, Elsa was sure she could sense someone dear's presence whispering her name.

Through all the uncertainty and questions, Queen Elsa still felt that overwhelming desire to believe in Prince Hans, to rely on his fidelity and abiding love, without fear, and perhaps even dream of a someday that could be spent with her handsome Prince returned to her side where he'd be welcome to stay forever…

'There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear…'

"Elsa…" At the same time, Hans Westergaard was high above a different sky, unconsciously dreaming as well of the icy platinum Queen of his heart, whom he loved with a perfect passion as few men could.

Flynn Rider smirks at his lovesick companion as they flew upon the white steed, over the land of the disowned redhead Prince's birth unbeknown to him.

The stubbly rogue may not have been a 'love expert', per se, nor able to predict the outcome of this rollercoaster relationship between his handsome cousin and hers.

All Eugene Fitzherbert could be sure of was that if God put the life of his Lillebror in his hands, then the thief of hearts would do his best to steer Hans Westergaard on the path straight and narrow, that maybe leads back to his true love.

The once jaded, petty pilferer had seen on this fantastic voyage that all things were possible in matters of the heart with a gracious Lord God Above who saved his own once upon a time crooked, corrupt soul with the gift of a wonderful maiden fair with the magical hair to call his own 'Love'.

So why wouldn't the forgiving Savior keep a watchful eye on the perfectly penitent Prince whose selfless heart, never again to be frozen, had been transfigured by the purity of his beautiful Queen's believing one filled with Faith, Hope and Love for him?

'But Charity (Love), serene, sublime,
Beyond the range of death and time,
Like the blue sky's all-bounding space,
Holds Heaven and Earth in its embrace

.'

To Be Continued in Book 2 - "Frozen Again: 'But the Greatest of These is Love'" …

"Faith, Hope and Charity" – Hymn written by James Montgomery 1834

Min kärlek - my love in Swedish

Muthir - Mother in Icelandic

Pabbie- Father in Icelandic

"Ég elska þig, barnið mitt." - 'I love you, my child' in Icelandic

Kveðjum – Farewell in Icelandic

Hello, Frozen Again friends!

This chapter concludes "Frozen Again: 'Faith, Hope and Love'" !

I hope you all enjoyed reading along this long and bumpy ride full of action and adventure and true love's discovery!

But we're not done yet! No, Siree! Book 2 in our 'Frozen Again' series continues right where this first tale left off, with Flynner Eugene and Prince Hans heading south where they'll find some old friends and a new challenge from the past.

And though Elsa is going home to the warm bosom of her reunited family in peaceful Arendelle, her hunger for a love of her own has yet to be fulfilled!

SO, I'm sure in this exciting new novel, the paths of our Ice Queen and our Red hot Prince of the Southern Isles will soon meet up again now that they both can't deny that they've fallen madly in love with each other!

Elsa has learned that love can warm a frozen heart in the first movie, it can set one free in the second, and now in my Trilogy sequel, she'll discover that True Love is the greatest miracle of all!

So please sit back and join our next part of Elsa and Hans' incredible love story against all odds as it takes flight in "Frozen Again: 'But the Greatest of These is Love'", the romance-drama starting with all the necessary revisions on April 1st !

As Book 1 comes to a peaceful close,with all dear friends rallying around the Arendelle royal family, I'd really appreciate some reviews of these first four action-packed Acts!

And I thank you truly for reading and supporting our beloved tale all these years, my dear Frozen friends! Your reviews and love keep me going! Please follow and favorite Book 2 of "Frozen Again" now to get the latest updates!

God bless you as we enter the holiest Easter season of all, as we pray for health and rebirth to shine upon the world.

Love,

HarukaKou

p.s. I thought it fitting to have the ending song played here Iduna was singing and at the last page to be "Faith, Hope, and Charity" (our Book 1 title ;) by the legendary hymnist James Montgomery. In the 19th century, 'Charity' was the common paraphrase for 'Love', a word that was not tossed about wildly in those conservative days, so it had more impact and meaning when 'Love' was expressed.

Just as Elsa and Hans are realizing their Love can't be denied any longer!