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"Frozen Again: 'But the Greatest of These is Love"

Act V

Epilogue

"The Heart Never Forgets"

As everything settles back down to normal at the after-dinner reception as the visitors begin to depart, Iduna shrugs to Anna's quirky smile. This was, after all, a test of all tests for the Northuldran woman's husband who was still coming into his own with his still recently restored body and embraced powers just made manifest in him. Add all this emotional turmoil and tumult of surprise engagements, rebellious children, and contentious old rivalries on top of it, and the recluse King was doing fairly well for being at his icy breakpoint.

Even if he was still being stubborn, inflexible and uncompromising when it came to his daughters' well-being, Iduna had made it her life's mission to match him wit for wit.

Long ago, Queen Iduna vowed on their wedding day to watch over this complex, beautiful, obstinate man she gave the fullness of her heart to all those years ago since they met on the winds she befriended on that fateful Autumn day.

And Iduna, though the long and winding road had taken her far from her Saami homeland, had never looked back once since. Oh, how I love you for all your funny ways, min alskare...

"Where has my youngest boy gotten off to now, Elsie dear? Why is he not socializing here with you? Agnarr, I'm sure you will make certain he is well cared for, serving in your Navy, won't you? Just be sure that you give him plenty of leave time, to visit his aged father for instance. And of course, he must bring along my favorite 'chamber maid' Ha Ha!" In an ebullient turn of mind, King Christian teases Elsa with a wink. She smiles in embarrassment at this funny name for her that she disliked except when Hans' father said it with such caring. "Pardon me, 'Lady of Augustenborg'. A very fitting title indeed…" The King of Denmark amends his chambermaid's address of the slightly slighted young Queen, with only a tinge of sadness at the memory of his sister Auguste. Now he could be happy, knowing deep inside that he made her proud by accepting her husband and her son, and endowing his own forsaken baby boy the estate named in her honor.

"May I say, Agnarr, your Elsa is a treasure trove of wonders! This magical little lady gave my life back to me, however long that remains. So my kingdom will be forever in her debt and yours, King Agnarr, Queen Iduna, for sharing her blessing with me. It does my heart a service to be around her. Thank you." Gaining an audience of his sons and their families, the visiting other royals, their delegates and dignitaries, the King of Denmark uncommonly bows his head down to his Norwegian counterparts, and Elsa especially, kissing her in surprise as he brings her elegant hand to his lips.

"Thank you, your Majesty. You are too kind." Again, Queen Iduna must be the one to speak up here at Agnarr's silence. Her husband was having a difficult enough time digesting that King Christian expected Prince Hans to bring Elsa back 'home' to Denmark to be the 'Lady' of Hans' new estate for 'little visits', when all Agnarr wished to do was shake the dust off his feet of this troublesome nation once and for all.

But how could he forbid Elsa to return here when the formerly cold King had his heart turned to a friendly neighboring disposition now because of her?

Though the Ice King could so easily do just that, his better, more sagacious half would not let him be so pigheaded and confrontational to his Southern Isles' counterpart and equal monarch.

"I'm looking forward to receiving an invitation to a dazzling wedding in Arendelle as soon as my Hans' naval tour of duty is completed to your satisfaction, King Agnarr. Then our children will join your household and mine in peaceful tranquility." Christian says to Agnarr, who nods evenly with clenched jaw.

"Have patience, my dear. Though I understand how restless such a long wait can make young lovers. God speed, until we meet again." King Christian then begins to leave on Lars' arm.

"Now where is that boy? I have a bit of advice to waste on him concerning proper treatment of the fairer sex that he should pay no mind to. That young lad obviously knows how to win a lady's delicate heart, without my vaulted opinion." King Christian chuckles at himself in jollity at his birthday and his fondness for Elsa and her family that would soon be joined to his, as he bids them all farewell.

"So adieu for now, my little Elsie. I expect to see you and Hans back here and settling into Augustenborg very soon." King Christian squeezes Elsa's hands, his heart already sad to see her go.

But as he looks at the sea of young faces around him, his sons and daughters-in-law, and his grandchildren he was now eager to meet and make the acquaintances of, Christian knew that he would not be lonely anymore. All thanks to the kind graces and sweet generosity of this singular young woman who would always have a very special place in his now warm heart.

"But must you leave us so early? There are many empty bedrooms in this old castle! Even with my multitude of other guests, there's more than enough to put you all up for the night at least so you can travel by daylight tomorrow, perhaps." King Christian says hopefully, though the pragmatist in him already knew the answer in King Agnarr's unwavering look of immovable ice in a pale blue haze.

"Thank you for your kind offer, King Christian, but Papa wishes us to begin the return journey home tonight. May I say, your Majesty, how very beautiful your kingdom is and how truly wonderful everyone here, upstairs and downstairs, have been so welcoming to myself and my family. So, I do look forward to visiting again as soon as we can." Elsa, the little girl who had such a terribly rough time being tactile close to even those in her immediate family, shocks Agnarr when she throws her arms around the tearful old bearded man's neck with a warm hug.

"Yes. We will meet quite often now that we are to be family and my Hans has his estate just a hop, skip and jump across the Great Belt close by here." The elderly gent never felt so keen on having someone visit him as he wished of this marvelous young lady who had touched his soul in ways he never knew he never knew.

It was even more heartrending that it was his outcast son Hans who had brought this precious young woman to Christian in his old age. He would always be grateful to Hans for her comfort, and made him even more wish to be a good father to him from now on.

"You've made this the finest birthday I have ever had, Elsie dear. I hope by my next celebration I may call you my daughter? I know I'm rushing it a bit, but I would enjoy seeing what lovely grandchildren such a handsome couple would produce. Where is my boy, Hans? I have a few pointers on the subject I'm quite proficient at, it would seem, from the brood my poor dear Louise endured for me." King Christian, slow, yet steady on his feet after much beneficial exercise throughout the day, wanders away in search of his youngest son he's now taken a keen interest in for the love of this special blonde beauty, who, at this exact moment was blushing bright red from ear to ear.

"My Horace apparently needs no such advice, Crix. His fair Princess Rapunzel is currently impregnated with not one, but two blessed results of his manhood. Perhaps you wish for he to impart much desired advice for his – I have heard from my other nephews - inexperienced in the ways of women younger cousin whom Horace considers a little brother? I'm sure my Horace will be only too glad to elucidate for the dear lad, Brother-in-law." King Edmund loudly states the embarrassing info in his crass method from where the Bohemian man was waiting on the outer steps of the castle with the rest of his family, quickly prepared to depart.

"Yes, well, Edmund, this is a delicate matter of pride I am certain the younger generation will sort out amongst themselves, if so desired. And you must recall, that my Hans has been a lifelong naval officer, where worldly matters are learned at an early age." The King of the Southern Isles took a bit of umbrage at that unintended swipe at his youngest boy.

How long did I invite you to stay with us again? I believe we're going to need your forbearance and watch over us, Gussy…

At her Mom's raised brow, Rapunzel pinches then claims Eugene's father's gauche arm.

"We're going now, Dad! Come say goodbye to Eugene! So nice to meet you, Uncle Crix!" The peppy girl interrupts as she plants a wet kiss on her returned to pleasantly chuckling uncle's cheek as she tugs her noisy father-in-law away with her, Hamuel's feathers flying close behind.

The Arendelle and Corona Royal families take this chance to bid their respectful goodbyes to the princes and princesses of Egeskov after farewell and final birthday wishes to King Christian.

"Goodbye, Elisabeth! Goodbye, Isabelle! Goodbye, Adelaide and Amalia! Goodbye Lujza!" Sociable Rapunzel waves to each of her new friends and Hermine particularly at the end.

The ditzy blonde was waving her arms wildly to her new best friend, tears welling in her big brown eyes that they were now parting.

"Come visit us in Corona any time! I would love to see you all, especially after…" Rapunzel become a little shy at her own alluding to her baby – no, babies – that soon would be gracing Corona Palace's quiet halls with their noisy and wonderful sounds of life.

"I can't wait to see yours, too, Hermine!" Rapunzel cries out, suddenly remembering that she was not the only one in this delicate condition.

"Me, too! I mean…your baby…And mine, too!" Stumbling on her words as she chews on her knuckle, Princess Hermine giggles enthusiastically. Her worrywart, stoic husband Prince Berte places his arms properly around his little wife's shoulders as they were seeing Rapunzel and her family off.

"Can we go, Berte? I mean… After the baby comes, may we go visit Princess Rapunzel in Corona?" The naïve Princess sweetly asks her not so abrasive anymore husband with batting hopeful eyes up at the young father-to-be with the Van Dyke beard.

"Why not?" The ninth-in-line Prince answers, his brothers Hendrick and Ivers shrugging back when their own prospective mates nod positively at this proposed trip to the continent to visit their new friend too.

"Oh yes, please do vacation in Corona's exciting land with so many new attractions, like the Corona Royal Equestrian Racetrack that I'll be organizing to open soon! Please consider yourselves all invited to come to it in the Spring! You must bring your best steeds then to compete with our finest!" With enthusiasm for his new idea in a marked exuberance for life after his recent heart attack struggle gave him a new lease on it, King Friedrich nods to the princes seeing them off at Egeskov's regal front portico.

The Corona Royal family was already entering the carriage Maximus had been hitched to with a Danish steed up to carry the Prussian monarchy to the naval port for the ship's launch. In front of their royal coach was another equipage of their Arendelle relations with Hans' horse Sitron at the helm. Behind was a cavalcade of carriages awaiting the Corona guardsman and the Snuggly Duckling chaps whom Cassandra and Job had been rounding up.

"Blow, wind! Come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back" (Macbeth V.v.51) The Shakepearean King cries out of his prepared entourage.

"Yes yes, Friedrich. Corona will be the prospering, shining artistic colony once more, with your new infrastructure plan to make it bountiful again, my love. But maybe we should see to our daughter's pregnancy first before we establish your…race course…?" Always the levelheaded realist in the family, Queen Arianna starts to speak up against her husband's outlandish, no doubt expensive plan.

Rapunzel, after all the upheaval of emotional goodbyes, feels rather too bilious to have an opinion either way in her regal parents' argument as she's escorted into the carriage by King Edmund and Princess Lujza's strong husband, Peiter.

"By the way. Where is Horace, Rapunzel?" King Friedrich inquires of his non-present son, but Rapunzel only manages to shrug.

"He said he was just coming." Unable to keep up with it all, the winded young woman slouches into her carriage seat as her chameleon friend plumps her travel pillow and fans her flustered features.

Pascal, on the other hand, points his accusatory red tail to where the noisy thief had been enticed to play a quick round of a 'friendly' game of craps with his new 'Storbrors' as the gregarious Snuggly Duckling gang watched on with shaking heads

The charming rogue was rarely as lucky in games as he believed he was in life, seven and eleven rarely turning up, with snake eyes far more prevalent.

"C'mon! I've got a new family to support! Leave me back my pfennings, boys, and just take this damn elephant around my neck!" Offering his royal medal just awarded rather than his cold, hard cash, Eugene could be heard to cry as his gamble fails once more. A dashing Didrik and frowning Franz cajole and muscle in no uncertain terms for the dubious Prussian Prince Consort to ante up whatever coinage he had in his inverted pockets as to their meager winnings.

"Fine! I thought we were having a family-friendly game there, but you Danes play rough! I won't let you off so easily next time around. See if I let you win, 'Storbrors'." To her gregarious and satirical Eugene Fitzherbert there would always be a 'next round', a second chance, and a new dream.

And right now, as he slides into the carriage seat beside the love of his life whom he wanted to spend the rest of forever with, now with a family of his own to arrive soon, Eugene already knew he had hit the jackpot in his Blondie/Brownie/Sunshine/Liebling named Rapunzel.

"Some of your friends downstairs in the kitchen sent these here baskets of food supplies for you and your family on your journey home, Elsie – I mean your Majesty, Queen Elsa." Daphne, at Princess Marguerite's express instruction, had gathered special cheeses and cold meats from the larder for her friend's journey, with sweet Daphne throwing in a few handmade cookies, too.

"Lukas and I will miss both of you sisters very much indeed." The plump ladies' maid smiles as the Queen of Norway and her younger sister take turns hugging the dark haired woman and her little son who were some of the first kind people they met and were welcomed by here in the Southern Isles.

The pudgy little boy with the startlingly cerulean blue eyes trots up to the carriage. "Say goodbye to Mister Olaf, Mister Marshmallow and the Snowgies for me, Miss Elsie!" Lukas cries out with a happy wave.

Elsa and Anna smile back, knowing the pleasant little child now out in the open, no longer hidden behind gates or closed doors, had so much future now with many people who could share his love.

"Lukas gave back his little snowman you gave him - I think his name was Wilhelm - to Olaf because he didn't want to break up the family." Daphne explains as she glows down at her child that she would never have to hide the truth from or leave behind ever again, thanks to the two shining lights of Anna and Elsa of Arendelle.

"What a mature little boy you are, to be so selflessly considerate, Lukas." Elsa says with genuine admiration.

"And now you have so many lovely folks here in the castle who'd love to play ball with you! Keep practicing that killer pitch you've got, Lukas! And teach these girls here how to play, too! They secretly would love to hit home runs!" Physically fit Anna cries out encouragingly to the princesses waving to her from Egeskov's open door. Then she kisses the chubby cheeked boy-child whose future was no longer so deprived only due to a mistake of the past, now righted out in the open sunshine.

As for another Southern Isles' prince who had made major blunders in his past…

"Where is that Hans anyway? Did Papa scare him away? Or did he wet his pants with all the excitement of getting everything that he ever wanted handed to him on a silver platter?" Anna didn't exactly begrudge Hans his good fortune of being accepted and endowed with new wealth and richness from his forgiving parent. But she did find it extraordinarily ironic at how lucky that undeserving Red could be. Especially when it came to her precious big sister Elsa handing him her love and devotion, to top it all off.

"No, silly." Elsa shakes her head with a chuckle at Anna as the pair were being fitted into traveling clothes by the maids that Elsa had made fast friends with. The braided girl whispers her tease about her former enemy who had curiously left during the ceremony and only came back to the reception to ask Papa some doofy question about the horses' transport, or some such dull subject.

"Hans has been preparing for our journey home tonight. We do have some… shall we say…abnormal passenger requirements." Elsa answers as a deep maroon Southern Isles cloak with a grey furry trimmed hood is pulled up by Daphne to frame Elsa's lovely face.

"Oh, right! Sven needs a special corral to be harnessed to on board the ship. I think that must be where Kristoff boogied off with Ryder, to get Sven and Svala, those new eight reindeers, and the trio of Snow Queen horses to be loaded onto the yacht's cargo hold! Poor Sven. His hooves weren't made for ship strakes. Olaf, on the other hand, loves ship travel – Hey! Elsa! What about –" Anna bundles up Elsa's carpetbag full of goodwill mementos from the princesses, Danish cookies from the baker downstairs to munch on the trip, and Hans' childhood sketchbook she had found with Lukas in the Fattigskole mission school, when she suddenly recalls a certain tidbit of information.

Rather, a BIG bit of information.

"Is Hans really okay out there with Marsh–" Anna begins to freak out, remembering her gigantic snowman friend's contempt for the redheaded Prince who had dared to dismember him.

"Hans has it all taken care of for me, Anna. I trust him with all my heart. So we needn't worry. My handsome Prince can do anything." The platinum blonde Queen softly speaks with the confidence in her lover to take on the monstrous task of facilitating the twenty-eight foot tall Snow Beast for his voyage back across the Skaggerak Straits to the North mountain in Norway.

"That sounds like the words of a girl madly in love to me." Queen Iduna wanders over to her daughters as her King was receiving final warm salutations from many of the visiting ambassadors and Royal envoys after the Arendelle leader announced his departure from Egeskov.

The delighted mother, hearing her elder child's lovesick esteem for her own young man at long last, pets her oldest child's delicate brow as she readjusts Anna's askew braids under her traveling cap.

"If you trust him with your heart, why not everything else?" Wrapping her arms around each of her girls, Iduna poses the question to her children. She languorously gazes upon her Agnarr, who was doing his best to control his raging emotions and surging powers from intersecting, with success at her gentle prompting. Queen Iduna was as sure as the sun rose in the east that her King would come around after some time passed for his rankled senses to calm down, alongside her constant persuasion.

You are good man with a deeply loving heart that just needs a little tweaking now and then, min alskare (my lover)…Even if this destiny for Elsa is objectionable to you now, just believe in the future God planned for our big girl…

Queen Iduna nuzzles into her special Northuldran shawl wrap that made the small framed Queen look quintessentially superb as her quick mind was already strategizing how best to handle her difficult man in the near future for the sake of her daughters.

"But last I remember, Elsa, Marshmallow isn't as fond of Red as you are. You were the one there to see Hans cut off the big fella's leg to give him that limp, right? That's gotta leave a mental scar. For real. Marshmallow still has nightmares about that. He told me." The feisty ginger girl shakes her head with an unsure scowl and hesitant twisted lip.

Anna remembers vividly how, at a slumber party with Olaf at Elsa's North mountain abode last summer when Kristoff was building the addition, the extra large snow creature accredited his lack of sleep at night to the dreadful incident with that foul Prince who maimed the well-intentioned monstrous tower of ice and sent him plummeting off the cliff.

"Yes. But you're the one who said that we don't have to live in fear, Anna… It's what's in here that counts most to wipe away any resentment and pain. Hans taught me that. He is so witty and brilliant and noble, now that he's truly atoned for his sins, my Hans can win over anyone's heart." Elsa speaks quietly as she presses a cool, but steady hand to her sister's loving heart and its beating chest with a warm gaze up to her mother.

"Sounds like those attributes already have won you over, Your Majesty. Maybe you oughta marry that boy, Queen Elsa." General Destin Mattias says with a tongue-in-cheek smirk. The tall, dark and handsome soldier was adeptly balancing not one, or two, but eight tins of Danish cookie and dessert samplings the charmed assistant scullery maids and cook downstairs kept piling on the man for 'my Halima', once Mattias explained his wife's bakery love of new recipes.

The three women chuckle along with their Father's faithful guard who understood more about women than he let on. The older man who led an Enchanted Forest life - that may have had something to do with his quiet perceptive nature - takes Queen Iduna's thin arm along the walk down the stone steps in her husband's place.

With hearts full of love for their respective men, the trio move towards the front promenade of this impressive castle of Hans' birth.

But as Elsa's eyes gaze around the exquisite gardens and the Ladegården stable to look back at Egeskov's seaside grandeur that meant so much to her for its sentimentality one more time under the twilight of evening, Anna could sense some sadness behind her sister's eyes, lingering behind the strength.

Anna notices how Elsa gingerly fingers the freeze-dried preserved, icy blue forget-me-not bouquet that Hans had placed in the Ice Queen's purple velveteen jacket's boutonniere.

"You really love him… Don't you, Elsa?" Anna asks tentatively, squeezing her sister's arm that was trembling with so much emotion, it was palpable. But they were emotions of contented warmth and hopes for happiness that only a woman sincerely in the throes of love could feel.

"I adore him more for all that he is, every moment that passes, Anna. Since my time spent in Ahtohallan, I can understand what that truly means even more, how time is precious, as is an enduring love." Elsa nods truthfully with tears forming in her luminescent eyes when she thinks about what miraculous love she and Hans had discovered together, under God's holy mercy.

Princess Anna may not have been the most brilliant young woman in the world when it came to scholastics, or geometry, or history, for that matter, but she understood the workings of the human heart better than most her age. That perhaps was born out of Anna's desperate need to be loved by her sister she adored all her life.

"These memories Hans and I made here in Egeskov…Like the River of Memories, I want to hold onto them forever here in my heart too, Anna!" In a fierce whisper, Elsa reminisces of the tentative, uncertain affection that had blossomed and bloomed under incredible circumstances into a glorious love affair for Elsa and her implausible Prince Charming.

As Anna gazed directly into Elsa's eyes that glisten with the same sparkling shimmer as the forget-me-not flowers affixed to her chest over her heart, the ginger girl decided that there and then, she would do everything she could to help Elsa – and yes, Hans Westergaard – achieve their dreams of love on the road ahead.

"'The heart that truly has loved, never forgets. But truly that love lives on to the close.'" Her spirit of Nature, wise in the ways of love herself, Queen Iduna recites a bit of Thomas Moore poetry that expressed Hans' and Elsa's relationship coming to fruition. The native woman too a language of flowers aficionado, recognized the forget-me-not frozen-in-time corsage Elsa was nurturing where it had been buttoned to her jacket over her heart for all the romanticism it signified.

"He'd better not. Or I'll kill him." Taking her Mama's word at face value, Anna drolly states. Then the three giggling Arendelle women move towards the waiting carriages with Maximus and Sitron leading the teams where King Friedrich, Queen Arianna, Eugene and Rapunzel were already assembled with loving smiles as they watch from the carriage window.

Seated in the carriage, Elsa watches with a delirious sigh when her Prince Hans Westergaard breathlessly, and so dashingly gallant, comes trotting up from where he and Kristoff had been busy in the massive Ladegården stable complex readying their entourage of equestrians, rangifer, and others for the trip north.

Elsa's besotted eyes through the window watch Hans be warmly greeted and gain a proper sendoff farewell from each of his brothers. To be followed by King Christian, emerging from his opulent Egeskov Castle's front archway, where Hans respectfully gives a sweeping bow to his father.

King Christian pleasantly shocks everyone – Hans especially – as the older man wraps his thin framed youngest boy up in a big bear hug. It may have been unbefitting a royal, yet was aptly very poignant for Elsa to note the Lord's splendid influence in all of their hearts and minds and souls with the indescribable power of the forgiveness of love.

Hans too felt moved at this overt and uninhibited affection his parent had never shown an inkling of before to the shunned child. With unrepressed tears forming in his eyes, the young prince feels an emotion stir his heart of a cherished sentiment he never knew he would so appreciate, as he returns his father's loving embrace for the first time.

"Thank you…Father. I will visit with you again in due time…if you so please?" With the tentative question the little boy inside Hans yearned for his entire life, the glassy eyed young man looks to King Christian for his concord of another meeting on such amiable terms.

"I look forward to that immensely, Hans. You will always be welcome here…my son." Sensing the spirit of his Louise enveloping their embrace, Christian whispers with just as much emotion, noticing how much this son more than any of the others, resembled his wife most. Perhaps, beyond the striking red hair color, there was something so expressive in his green orbs when touched emotionally, just as his Queen possessed.

King Christian was sad to part their embrace, so long in coming as he touches a hand to his old heart that an exceptional young woman taught how to beat again.

"Nothing will make me happier than for you to bring your lovely new bride to visit me here. Or better yet, host me to dinner in your palatial estate of Augustenborg. Our Elsie will make a grand mistress of that auspicious house for you, Son. A true Lady Augustenborg, indeed." The King smiles over Hans' shoulder to Elsa, who nods and blushes demurely back, imagining herself in that new and exciting role of 'keeping house' for Hans Westergaard, who gazes back at her through equally shy, yet proud eyes.

"I'll have a famed Holstein steak and Danish sautéed potatoes, young lady, when you begin your housekeeping in that large estate for this young man who has not yet had any relations with women. As will my son and his wife when we visit!" King Edmund, knowing absolutely nothing of tact or lack of graciousness to invite oneself over, blurts out, causing all the emotional entrants to freeze and share smiles with eyes popping out at his bull in a china shop remark

"Yes, my future bride and I look forward to that auspicious day, Your Majesty." Hans was the first to recover from the blushes and answers for Elsa, his long fingers reaching out to tickle under her lowered in shame chin, to gain her smile.

Which does not disappoint to dazzle him when his Elsa's shyness at the touchy subject was overcome and she beams up at him under the pale moonlight.

After his father and uncle let him go, a smiling, euphorically happy Hans switches gears instantly to give a staid, deferential salute to King Agnarr. The Ice King was standing at Egeskov's entrance, decorously awaiting his leave-taking of King Christian at the door.

While he waits for gregarious old King Edmund to vamoose, the King of Arendelle exchanges a curt nod with the young man who was the cause of so much angst in his neat family unit.

An impatient Agnarr looks to the royal carriage provided for his Arendelle family's travel to the Odense Havn (Port) where the newly launched ship of the line 'Dannebrog' had just come into port from its latest expedition in the Arctic.

"Next time, dear King Agnarr, yourself and your lovely family will be welcome here in Egeskov for an extended visit." King Christian warmly says as he takes both Agnarr's hands in his.

Biting his sharp tongue that Iduna's eyes told him to curb, the King of Norway gives the now shockingly pleasant King of Denmark a cordial handshake goodbye. Then he turns to the courtyard rear to prepare to summon the Ice Beast obscured somewhere on the grounds. He would escort the large snow monster to the seaport personally via his projected ice sled that Ice King Agnarr planned to run alongside Marshmallow.

"Now that we are to be intimately connected as… family, one way or another, three decades later… we, your neighbors in the Southern Isles do hope to visit with you and your exquisite Iduna, once you get settled back in your kingdom of Arendelle, Agnarr."

King Agnarr is then waylaid to give the same genial parting nicety to an insistent, slyly smirking Danish Chancellor Anders who appears at the front door to see the Arendelle Royal family off.

However, the resulting frostbitten handshake does not go off as smoothly.

"Chilly as it may be up there in forbidding Norway." Prince Anders chokes out as he recoils his frigid digits back from the Ice King's potent ones.

"The bitter cold is our greatest defensive asset against unwanted invaders, Sir." Agnarr's icy blue eyes give only the slightest hint of a smile in jest to his lifelong rival of a 'treacherous Dane'.

"Indeed it is." Anders smirks as he cradled his mildly frostbitten appendage. His clever mind turns over for the thousandth time any ideas of the takeover of Norway that his friend the Count had eternally dangled before the envious Chancellor. But now that Rugen's malignant driving force was gone, and Agnarr's power was proven formidable, the political Chancellor had to weigh his next move carefully.

"Agnarr! Don't dawdle in bidding your farewells to the kind princes of Denmark, if we wish to get to the ship before midnight." Iduna was just about to hop out from the secondary luxury Landau carriage where she and Elsa and Anna were awaiting their irrational husband and father before the duel between these bitter rivals she imagined might take place a second time, should she not again intercede.

As she stumbles to find her way out of the carriage, the perceptive Queen detected that Prince Anders mighy not back down from his rival's challenge this time. She watches in frustration on men as a whole to see Anders' painfully red, nearly frost-bitten right hand lightly touch at the hilt of the sword sheathed upon his ceremonial regal belt.

Agnarr's icy eyes glow with cryokinetic wrath surging behind them, as an elongated sharp bladed ice sword stealthily materializes at the Ice King's challenged side.

And time stops as both men wait for the other make the first move...

Luckily before any further international incident ensued, the dashing thirteenth-in-line Prince of the Southern Isles gives them all one last surprise to supercede all else.

Unaware of all the tension between his brother and Elsa's father behind him, with a loving stroke to Sitron's muzzle and a lasting glance behind him to his Queen Elsa leaning out the carriage window, Hans passes the large carriage with purposeful quick strides rather than entering it for the journey to the docks.

Instead, Prince Hans swiftly mounts the waiting steed pawing to go where she was waiting for him at the entrance of the Ladegården.

Like an expert sky rider, Hans urges Snaedis, the Snow Queen's flying white mare who had grown quite fond of this handsome young man with the velvety voice and gentle touch, to take to the darkened skies at the lead.

Thoroughly stealing the attention from the Agnarr/Anders' confrontation, not to mention the breath away of everyone watching from the castle, one dozen beautiful, pristine white horses and eight leading reindeer become visible, cantering out in an iridescent veil of smoky magic from inside of the Ladegården's frost chilled, open stables.

The perfectly matching equestrian harras of the Snow Queen's own spectacular flying horses and reindeer follows him with the huge sleigh that Elsa had masterfully constructed before at Hans' clever architectural request. The giant sled structure, made entirely of ice, emerges from the stable complex with a smiling Marshmallow comfortably seated for his ride home.

"Where the hell did all those flying fillies come from?!" Crass Eugene, never losing his rough tongue, could not contain his astonishment as he throws open the door of the second carriage carrying the Corona royals to hang out and survey the fascinating view.

"I know from your bugging out eyes that you're a little more than mildly interested in seeing those fine fillies on display, Max. But don't worry, I won't say a word to your mare Fidella mooning away for her wayward stud when we get back home in Corona." Flynn Rider teases his favorite equine adversary with a little bantering punch to Maximus' drooling muzzle that snorts in derision back at him.

Speaking of another young filly who would always believe in her stud's constancy…

"Prince Hans asked me to create a craft to transport Marshmallow so that neither Papa nor I would need be concerned with his travel accommodations. He wanted for us to have a more leisurely trip home—all together as a family should at last." Elsa follows her mother and Anna's hurried steps outside their carriage to explain her intrepid fiancé's thoughtful consideration of herself and her recuperating father in the great cryo-effort that would be necessary for both or either of them to facilitate the enormous ice beast alongside the nautical vessel's return voyage home.

"Did he now?" A skeptical brow raised, King Agnarr abandons his confrontation with Prince Anders to march towards the enormous ice sled to inspect what his little girl Elsa had rapidly crafted at Vise ADmiral Hans Westergaard's ingenious design.

"After Hans mentally contacted me – which was weird how he knew how to do that, because I did not know I could do that. Anyways - about this crazy airborne transport idea for Marshmallow that he dreamed up, I called in my Muther's – ergh – the Snow Queen's string of flying mares to join the eight reindeer Ryder brought from the Enchanted Forest, to pull this huge sleigh Elsa made that Hans designed." In between mutterings to himself, Kristoff expounds this plan to a quizzical King Agnarr from where the blond Snow Prince was seated on Sven hitched besides Svala at the rear of the train of a dozen flying white horses he himself had scrupulously harnessed to the monstrous sleigh at clever Hans' carefully planned schematic.

Kristoff shrugs down at his father-in-law on this wild proposal of the youngest Mr. Westergaard. The mountain man himself at first harbored some apprehension at the redheaded Prince's outlandish suggestion that the diligent redhead had put down speedily on pen to paper for the Snow Prince to visualize.

"Will it work?" A hushed Agnarr asks as Kristoff shows him Hans' quickly sketched diagram in more awe than suspicious misgiving. Staggered by the straightforward complexity of the initiative, King Agnarr stares at the fine lines on the resourceful numbered graph that put into account wind chill versus speed velocity, to weight gravity ratio, to the atmospheric barometric pressure of the jet streams in this projected altitude level of the troposphere.

"You bet! Your…umm…Majesty? That is…Sir? I think…" Awkwardly uncertain on how to address fellow Northuldran sister Iduna's non-native husband who just happened to be King of Norway, Saami reindeer herder Ryder pipes up a bit too early for confidence sake to his eight flying rangifer team. Kristoff good-naturedly belts the younger reindeer-loving man across his capped head where Ryder rode upon Svala beside him.

Visually inspecting the beautifully aerodynamic constructed vehicle as the bumbling youth spoke, Agnarr realized it featured all the things the Ice King had to put into account on his own aerial journey here with just he and Iduna, but now on a far bigger scale for Marshmallow.

Now I know why I made you my Vise Admiral, young man…

"Well, I guess we're about to find out." Kristoff chuckles at Ryder's fake bravado and Hans' genuine audacity as the Wind Whisperer mentally readies each of the twenty white mares and reindeer hitched to the massive sleigh, followed by Sven and Svala as well at the back to take to the sky at Hans', on Snaedis', lead up front.

Intuitive Kristoff marvels at seeing the same crazy exhilaration reflected in the older King's blue eyes that the down-to-earth Ice Harvester saw in Hans' green ones when the Danish Prince first laid out the proposal to him.

All at once King Agnarr realized that this was an undertaking of a well-educated man who possessed the intelligence on his feet to accomplish calculus and trigonometry as well as apply the proper equation to temperate invection zones to flight patterns. Once upon a time, lonely boy Agnarr himself may have envisioned himself to endeavor this shrewd innovation in his younger intrepid years.

So Agnarr must tip his hat now to the young man whom he had chosen to be his second-in-command who had the daring to set it into practice.

"Impressive…" For a few seconds Agnarr forgets just who this young Prince with the plucky acumen was in his admiration of Hans' enterprising industry.

But when Elsa claps her hands noiselessly to her pleased lips and she and Iduna both glow at his praiseful words, Agnarr remembers his place and who he was complimenting as he was practically kicking the wheels of this cryo-inspired vehicle.

"For a plucky rascal." The King awkwardly brushes back his ginger blond hair that had fallen out of place in his animation at inspecting this enterprising proposal. The Ice King exchanges a wince with a frightened yet excited Marshmallow, whom Kristoff had mentally instructed to hold on tight to Elsa's sled when it took flight.

'Ready to go on this end, Sir.' General Mattias was at the driver's bench, and nods down at his old friend as he readies the horses of the earthbound carriage to leave.

"Well, Vise Admiral?! We are all anxiously awaiting your signal." Taking a deep breath to stabilize himself as well, King Agnarr moves back to the carriage that he urges his ogling family to enter with all due haste.

Hans, upon his flying steed, had been analyzing the celestial area in the atmospheric conditions for ideal conditions, deciding it was a go, as he hovers Snaedis near the waiting carriages.

Elsa's eyes had traced her young man's every sleek line cutting across the rising moonlit horizon above her like he was some mythical divine being.

Oh Hans… You are spectacular… Elsa loses herself in another reverie of imagining what it would be like flying through the clouds of moonlight with her handsome hero's arms tight around her…

This is what it's like being in love, isn't it?

"We are prepared to launch at your command, Admiral Bernadotte!" Hans projects his tenor voice to carry over the winds over Egeskov back to his new leader.

And his voice. Ahh, his velvety voice, so strong and purposeful, echoed through the sky Elsa of Arendelle would never forget. And a new ice memory begins to be forged miles away in the depths of the Fortress of Solitude in the glacial halls of the Ahtohallan that would never feel as lonely again…

"May the wind be at your back, Vise Admiral!" King Agnarr's strident voice calls out the familiar Navy ship launching call.

Elsa watches Hans then respectfully salute his own father too from the distance of his airborne steed as the newly reinstated Prince Hans Westergaard selflessly leads the flying entourage skyward. Under the Snow Prince's collaborative watch of his elemental mother's mystical creatures, the massive sled climbs through the airwaves over Egeskov Castle's opulent estate.

Marshmallow lets out a giddy roar of sheer bliss to fly through the sky and look down on places he never thought he'd ever see from the magical ice sled pulled by its equestrian and reindeer horsepower above.

"Whew-hoo, you the snowman, Marshmallow! Looking good up there, JustHans!" The Snow Beast chortles to see his tiny friend Olaf wave his branchy arms that Anna must keep a tight hold of, as Elsa ice magically sustains the scatterbrained snowman's head from tumbling off in the rushing headwinds outside the open carriage window. Olaf waves up to the redhaired prince at the front helm and the golden blond Snow Prince with his eager friend Ryder at the port end of the exuberant Snow Beast's sleigh ride in between.

Marshmallow smiles from snowy ear to ear upon the Ice Queen's huge luge where the Snow Queen's magical backup dozen flying horses and eight reindeer pull the magic craft Hans envisioned above the pair of Royal carriages that were rapidly moving to match their speed.

Responsible leader Hans had been thoughtful enough to even consider for the confined snowgies stashed in Marshmallow's compartments to at least have a front row seat to the air show. At the intelligent Danish Prince's encouragement, Ice Queen Elsa had mimicked the glass dome over the locket she had created for Hans earlier.

Expanding her abilities yet again with her love's gentle prodding, Elsa had forged several icy 'ver-glass' scenic windows at the side of the clever compartments her father had implemented in the Marshmallow's vast armored chest area.

"Ooh-ahh! Ahh-Ooh! Woo-whoa!" The inarticulate little snowballs full of mischief all bounce and bop like wild pinballs around their small containment areas, just dying to escape to go for some hair-raising skydiving fun. But fortunately, Elsa had secured the glass' transparent ice coating, knowing by now, that these tiny frosty fellows had a penchant for naughtiness.

Hans peers around his shoulder at the animated sea of fractious frozen rascals smashing themselves to the glass casing trying to break free, giving Marshmallow pause in his exhilaration.

But if Vise Admiral Westergaard possessed the poised confidence of leadership to charm even an angry Snow Beast to be his comrade, the Prince of the Southern Isles could handle a dozen or so frosty critters with fist-sized snowballs for heads they were using for battering rams.

All their discombobulated chaos combined didn't stand a chance versus the charismatic charm of the obvious ringleader of this flying circus.

"If each of you fine fellows sits back in a more sedate manner, my new Captain of the Guard Marshmallow will choose which one of you will first be elected to sit up here with me to learn how to navigate this elevated flying vehicle as my official 'wingman'. All subsequent well behaved sky sailors will be allowed the same opportunity as my snowgie squadron in due patience." In his lofty, lordly voice, ever the charmer Prince Hans exudes a magnetic allure to inveigle these tiny snowmen of Elsa's to get in line and comply willingly.

All the snowgies abruptly snap to attention and pause in their bedlam to single toothily smile and bat their icicle lashes up at a peeking downward Marshmallow. Each well-behaved creature gives their best attempt at wheedling for favor from the suddenly command important, puffed-up big snow monster at his first responsibility as the handsome new Lord of Augustenborg's deputized vavasour.

Down below, King Agnarr, Queen Iduna and their family were cozy inside the carriage that drives along the bumpy roads at naval Kommander Prince Jurgen's direction beside the coachman toward the Odense Havn for their journey home.

Everyone in the royal carriages follow the breathtaking vision of valiant Prince Hans on his flying steed with his magnificent entourage, Marshmallow, snowgies and all, cutting across the dark skies above.

"Is that…little Slush up there on Hans' shoulder?" In bemused consternation, a smirking Princess Anna nudges her sister seated primly across from her in the horsedrawn carriage.

"No…I believe it's Wilhelm." Knowing her own 'children' well by name, Queen Elsa answers her squinting-eyed sibling. Elsa herself marvels at how Vise Admiral Westergaard possessed such decisive command over even these normally misbehaved, impish snow minions of hers.

"That lil' snowgie sure gets around!" Anna whispers back to her best friend in giggled delight. "But that crazy Red twit better not drop him! It's a long way down!" The peppery ginger girl can't help herself from adding her slur to the dauntless man stylishly traversing the night above them with a tiny bobbing up and down snowgie strapped to his broad shoulder.

Wilhelm, the blissfully smiling snowgie, was secured by the ice enchanted silver chain cord where Ice Queen Elsa's eternal unbreakable locket was now and forever entwined around Prince Hans' neck, and his heart.

"I trust my Hans..." The pale blonde beauty's eyes glimmer with loving pride at the way Hans' left hand was adoringly placed over the gleaming miniature of his cherished love. With the snowflake ring adorning her own left hand finger, Elsa, by now, realized that her handsome prince up there in the heavens, gliding against the backdrop of the full moon through the twilight skies on his white flying horse like the hero of ancient epic poetry, could achieve anything.

United as one, Elsa's heart overflowed with an unforgettable love for this one amazing man who could revolutionize the world around her with the brilliance of his mind. He gave her the deep abiding trust of his heart that everything would turn out just fine, if she only believed.

As for her handsome Prince Hans, he was determined, now more than ever, to prove his worth in King Agnarr's eyes by serving in his Navy to the best of his abilities until that happy time when he and Elsa would be allowed in Holy Matrimony to become husband and wife.

My wife! Can I still just be dreaming that you have accepted my proposal, my Queen? All the love we'll share… All the days of joy…and the nights of bliss ahead for us in a lifetime together… But first I must earn my treasure in you, my darling Snowflake...

Only then, the eager young man in Hans realized, could he claim his prize of his beautifully unsurpassable Elsa of Arendelle. He had already gained her forgiveness, not by the works of his hands alone—that could never be enough—but by the grace of an Almighty forgiving God who showed mercy on this lost sinner and gave him hope beyond all understanding in this glorious lady's amazing love and devotion.

So, as a dreamy Hans rides the winds, the thankful prayer would always be at his back to swiftly pass the time until he could return to his love finally and fulfill his dreams of having a place to belong, with someone to love and be loved by, in it.

Hans was as resolute in his commitment as Elsa was in her devotion to trust that they would be finally together someday, matter how long it took. Neither would allow this cloud of sadness to hang over the joy they found in one another as the sweet song of the love they discovered in the whispers within their souls carries Hans and Elsa through this night, and for all the nights to come.

For they knew that their linked souls would some day find all the dreams they dreamed together if they could just weather the storm a little longer. The glorious aura of their true love would dawn a glorious morn where there would be no more hollow emptiness, no more lonely regrets, no more lovelorn sadness in their forever bonded hearts.

Concurrently under the bright warm glow of the moonlight while they begin their new journey, Queen Elsa in the carriage on the earthen road, holds tight to his frozen-in-time, forget-me-not corsage at her pounding chest; and Prince Hans upon his flying mare through the windy skies, presses the crystalline eternal ice locket of his love's beauty and artistry close over his warm beating heart.

Over her snowflake dazzling diamond and blue topaz ring's promise, Elsa blows an icy kiss to travel the cool wind currents up to her Hans. This absolutely 'direct kiss' graces his yearning lips with the sweet moisture of her tender devotion, causing Hans Westergaard's bursting heart to sing Elsa Bernadotte's praises in their poignant serenade to one another as he crosses over the wistful moonlight.

'In these dreams, I've loved you so
That by now I think, I know
What it's like to be loved by you
I will love being loved by you!'

As stars appear as if just for they two, both Elsa and Hans were certain that this miraculous love the beautiful pair discovered through their dreams would cross the miles. The time would pass with a strength and belief to keep their hearts pure within for only each other, no matter whose path they may cross along the way.

Though they may be physically parted for a period, their linked souls would be right beside one another, enjoying dreams of each another now that they knew what it's like to love and be loved in return.

All the while under the Lord's vast Heaven of the everlasting spirit of Love that kept no record of past wrongs, the prayerful couple's souls would be blessed by a Presence in which they shared in a Love stronger than the strongest love they'll ever know.

That 'Faith, Hope and Love' would sustain their hearts as they traveled different roads beneath the same stars…

And it would be towards a happy ever after of their own, when Elsa and Hans would meet again, live again, dream again together, with abiding trust in one another as the other half of their heart, even after the final soft petals of the last roses of Summer fell.

'Alone and awake, I've looked at the stars
The same that smile on you
And time and again, I've thought all the things
That you were thinking too.'

And then the Queen and her chosen Prince Charming will at last see that the Lord Above had granted them with the greatest gift of all –True Love - for a lifetime…

The saga continues… in "Frozen Again: Love Never Ends" ^_^

"Believe Me, All Those Endearing Young Charms" - poem by Thomas Moore 1808

"I Have Dreamed" - song from the musical 'The King and I' by Rodgers and Hammerstein

Dear Frozen Again friends,

Thanks for participating in all the exciting drama and romance of Book 2 "Frozen Again: But the Greatest of These is Love", now at its close.

Please return to the continuing, fulfilled romance/ adventure/ family tale soon to be published as the final Book 3 of this trilogy titled: "Frozen Again: Love Never Ends" begins! The newly revised "Prologue is up! Please go read it first, and next chapter 1 will be out later tonight!

I know it's hard to watch them be forced apart and their bond tested, but this part of Hans and Elsa's continuing story will prove that true love surpasses all obstacles for our attractive pair, where the best things come to those who wait!

Look for this new 3rd part of 'Frozen Again' to see Helsa's long-suffering romance finally come to fruition, along with Kristanna, Agduna and Eupunzel's continuing family adventures and love stories furthering along.

Though they start out apart, 'Love Never Ends' will bring Hans and Elsa's incredible love story and lives back together, with an unexpected voice calling Elsa again…

One final epic adventure/drama will take place before Helsa's promised happy ever after ending and fulfilled future can happen.

But I promise it will be in the Hans Christian Anderson great tradition of fairytale storytelling with these amazing characters we all have grown to adore.

Thank you, again, for your time and patience and your interest in my works over these past years, Fanfiction friends. And you have my eternal gratitude for avidly reading and encouraging my Frozen inspired sequel, its sequel and now the finale to come, in this extensive, dramatic tale of discovering love, friendship and adventure galore.

Through it all, these powerful 1 Corinthians love verses I've titled my Frozen sequel with have kept me inspired, as they perfectly illustrate our Brother Jesus' bountiful Redemption of every sinner who repents and prays, and our Father God's forgiveness of all His children He loves and blesses.

We hope to see you again here reviewing and supporting our latest book in the 'Frozen Again' trilogy, that continues right along in the story with its revisions to be canon in the Frozen 2 and Tangled the Series world.^-^

God bless you all until we meet again soon through the months of July and August in this exciting, vibrant world of our hearts' imaginations, 'Frozen Again' in time!

See you soon, with the revised third book full of Frozen 2 new characters and Tangled Series plotline new parts. And then, its brand new later chapters, never before published, are to come out at the end of this long and winding road we travel together, dear friends, (hopefully by my birthday week off in late August, God-willing:) where the fairytale happy ending for our beloved Helsa is at last to come!

See you this romantic, exciting Summer of Frozen Again love!

God be with you through it all!

Love, your friend and humble authoress,

HarukaKou

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