It was centuries before Ivan had found Matthew again. The once prosperous country of Miranthrop had long become nothing but ice and snow, and even fewer could believe that the country had once been home to some prosperous kingdoms. It now bore the name of Svaldbard, the home of the great armoured bears and was known for their precious resource of stariron.

The king of the bears, a large, ancient creature with sharp violet eyes, lumbered into the great castle of Buckingham in the southern kingdom of London. He had come without invitation to the christening ceremony of the second born son of the king and queen. He bore a gift of a small crib, forged from stariron, sturdy but beautiful, and silently waited his turn to present a gift to the child.

It had been so long, and even an ice wizard had needed to cope with the freezing cold. He hadn't been human in form for quite some time and sometimes he even forgot he could perform magic outside of his basic transformations. But that was alright, because magic had gotten him into this mess.

"King Ivan." Arthur, the king of the London kingdom, cleared his throat and stood. "How might we help you?"

Ivan stepped forward, the crib in his large paws before he gently placed it on the ground before the throne.

"I offer this as a gift to the child." The bear stated simply. He knew that they would likely melt the iron down to create something else, but it was just an excuse to see the child, to give him a real gift. The bear moved to stand beside the small cradle that held the cooing bundle, smiling down at powder blue eyes, sleepily blinking up at the bear before small hands reached up to his nose to pet at the skin and fur. Ivan murmured a quick little spell, exhaled slowly onto the infant before pulling back, watching as the baby blinked and sniffled before falling back asleep contentedly.

This time, Ivan determined, he wouldn't lose Matthew so easily.