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Forward: This initially came from the other series I was doing, but I scrapped it as I thought it was ultimately pointless and wasn't really going anywhere. Despite that fact, this is the one chapter that stuck out to me and I regret not putting it in the main story. So, here it is. If you're wondering where exactly this takes place, I'll say somewhere from Chapter 10 to 14. Hope you guys enjoy.

And after being cooped up for a few days, what better way than to celebrate than by taking a nice jog outside. And that exactly what Tarzan was doing right now, with his wife right beside him as they felt the course, squishy sand under their feet. Though true beaches were rare in Arendelle, the thin strip that lined the fjords were truly a sight to behold. Crystal blue water took up the space between, as if Elsa had refrozen it over again. The light smell of salt water entered Tarzan's nose, resulting in a light sneeze.

Jane lightly laughed. " Oh dear, be careful now. Don't want a relapse into a cold, would we?"

" I'm fine, Jane."

" Hmm, last time you said that, who exactly got sick?"

" But this time I am listening to everyone. I even wore these like you said." he said as he showed off the tank top and shorts he was wearing. Anna was right, they were form fitting to him, though he still had a minor freak out whenever the fabric rubbed the wrong way.

" Alright, alright dear. I'm only teasing. Now, I think we should back now."

" Oh, man." a third voice whined. " Now who's gonna help me?"

The couple looked around until noticed an odd carrot sticking out of golden sand. Cautiously investigating, he brushed it away to reveal a familiar friendly face. " Olaf?"

" Yep, that's me!"

Tarzan popped the snow man's head and subsequently the rest of him out of his sandy trap. " What were you doing here?"

Just then, a gangly reindeer came bounding in, kicking up sand and swaying his antlers joyfully as they were full of seaweed.

" Sven's why! I came here to build a sandcastle and I thought Sven would help once he showed up. But he just trampled everything. And why I complained, he buried me!"

Jane turned to the reindeer, who now had a "guilty as charged" look on his long face. Jane raised her finger and chastised the animal in classic British lady like fashion.

" What a naughty, naughty thing to do. I hope you feel ashamed of yourself, sir."

Sven whined the way a dog would after being yelled at, nuzzling Jane to try and win her back. Tarzan just laughed. " Well, maybe I could help you rebuild a new one. How does that sound?"

" Really? Gee, thanks so much. C'mon, let's get all my decorations back."

Within a good 5 minutes, Olaf had reassembled a pile of all the knick knacks he once had.

" My, these seashells are wonderful. And are those pearls over there?" Jane asked.

" Mhhmm. I got them myself." Olaf beamed, the way a child would after finishing a project would and get a gold star.

" Well, I say you have a remarkable eye for decor." Jane complimented as Olaf blushed bashfully, or at least whatever the equivalent is for a snowman.

" Olaf, what are these?" Tarzan pondered as he held up two dingy looking bottles.

" Oh, well, those were going to be my watchtower for my castle. I found them as they washed up here."

The apeman sniffed and examine each carefully. " Must have been at sea for a long time. And, there's something inside each." Gently, as to not crack the delicate glass, he pulled out the cork and pulled out a thin letter. The paper was old, yellowed by the years, and was just as delicate to the touch. As he opened it up, the ink on the inside had almost faded away, but thankfully there was just enough of a imprint left for the message.

" What's it say?"

Tarzan handed it to his wife to read aloud. She cleared her throat and began to read:

" To any and all that find this letter, know that the following are the last thoughts of ours. My wife and I have made many hard decisions in our lives, decisions that have touched countless people back home. But the one of the biggest concerned our daughters. They were both such beautiful children, and a beautiful sisterhood they both shared. But it to come to an end, until our eldest daughter could control herself. I know now that it was a horrible, horrible mistake. We have let fear guide our children's lives, when we should have had love and understanding. Such foolishness is unfitting, especially when given explicit warning. And now, just as we realize this error, it seems we will never be able to correct it. My wife and I are stranded, miles from home and the nearest civilization. Now, we will never be able to give than a final kiss, a goodbye hug, let alone a proper explanation. And that is, in part, the purpose of this letter. May any good heart man or woman who fines, send this letters to the gates of Arendelle and let all know that we loved our daughters. And not only that, but that we will not make the same mistakes for our son. Even as I write this, I can see so much potential in our little Johnathan. I know that I may have a lot to answer for when I move on, but I can at least atone by giving our boy a fresh start. A new hope and love that we've foolishly denied to his sisters. Godspeed, my children. Godspeed.

King Adgar and Queen Idun of Arendelle."

Tarzan didn't say anything, or couldn't. What could he say after his parents words from beyond. He knew it wasn't their voice it was spoken, but it was if they were speaking to him directly. Their touch seemed tangible now, their love real. He looked over to the other bottle and pried it open effortlessly, shimmering out two other letters.

" I need to go."

" You really think this real?" Anna asked. Both her and her sister were pulled aside in Elsa's work room. Tarzan had read aloud exactly how Jane had to him, and now just sat there in silence, arms folded.

" It matches up with their handwriting. And the paper does seem to match up with how old it would be." Elsa answered as she shuffled through old papers of her father's. " Do you really believe it, Tarzan?"

He just nodded and gave a pondering look. " I just gave one question."

" What?"

" When Jane read that letter, I feel like I could remember.."

" Remember what?"

" Everything. And not just the night with Sabor. I feel like I can remember every laugh my mother gave while she held me, every smile my father gave when he looked at me. How can that be? Is it some kind of magic, like what the trolls use?"

Elsa just smiled warmly to her little brother. " No, no its not. There's a word for something like that."

" What?"

" It's a gift."

She turned as she began to bundle back up all the old papers of her parents when she saw a new paper handed before her. It was just as old and crinkled as the first letter, with her name written out in cursive on the center. She looked back to her brother's face for an explanation.

" Yes, I guess it is a gift."

Elsa grasped the letter, feeling the worn worn put royal seal on the back. Tarzan also pulled out another letter for Anna to have as well.

" This is my mother's handwriting." the youngest sister responded in stunned shock.

" I found this along with the other letter. They're written to you, so you should have them."

The sisters looked to each other for a split second before opening up each of their respective letters. For a solid 5 mintues, Tarzan said nothing. He just politely waited in a seat for each sister to finish their letters. Now, what was on them only the two sister knew, and perhaps rightfully so. Final words such as these are only ment to be heard by family in private.*

Tarzan finally looked up as Anna grappled him in a massive hug of thanks, trying her best to steady her breathing.

" I-I don't know what to say, Tarzan. I- I mean, you-"

Yet it was Elsa, Queen of Arendelle, that was most moved by the guesture. She turned her head, her eyes on the verge of spilling tears. She swiped the moisture away as she quickly pinched her nose to regain herself.

" You are one hell of a messager. Thank you."

Author's Note

* I decided to leave what the parents wrote to Anna and Elsa individually blank on purpose. People go back on forth as to whether or not the parents are likeable for what they did, so wanted to leave it open to interpretation. So basically, whatever you personally wanted the parents to say is said in each individual letters.

I recently re-read The Flashpoint Paradox, and all I could think was Flash handing Thomas Waynes letter to Batman and making him cry. So, I just could help myself to base this chapter off that.