#since runeard is his dad after all
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Is there ANY Frozen fanfics/fanart/whatnot out there where Agnarr throws hands at Runeard?
#frozen#frozen 2#frozen disney#disney frozen#agnarr#king agnarr#runeard#king runeard#king of arendelle#ive seen it with either Elsa Anna or even Iduna being the one throwing hands#which is are acceptable and amazing#but wouldn’t it be more empowering and satisfying for Agnarr to be the one?#since runeard is his dad after all#and I’m sure that it’s implied that Runeard was lowkey abusive to Agnarr
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Frozen fanfiction: Søsken
Summary: An accident in the North mountain forces Elsa to spend several weeks in her brother’s apartment under Anna’s care. And during this time, Anna begins to notice there are peculiar things about Elsa’s life she wished she could understand. Everything starts to make sense after a family reunion.
Modern AU. Kristanna - Frohana - Kristoff & Elsa BrOTP. Chapters 1 to 10 - Here Chapters 11 to 20 - Here Chapter 21 - What to do Chapter 22 - What’s there to lose? Chapter 23 - Seek the truth Chapter 24 - An abrupt end Chapter 25 - A fresh start
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A promising future
Anna turned her head around and tried to peek into the living room. She wanted to see her mother's face but the door frame was annoyingly blocking her view. Her mother had asked to be left alone while she read Elsa's letter. And for that reason, she and her father had to go into the kitchen to wait for her. To Anna's dismay, her mother was taking way longer than she imagined to finish reading the letter, putting her patience to the test.
She leant against the back of the chair, hoping to rock it just enough to see her mother for a second. At least, enough to try and guess if the content of the letter was either good or bad by her mother's expressions. She was finally able to see the armchair and her mother's hand holding the letter, when the voice of her father startled her. "Stop spying on your mother," said Agdar, almost making her fall.
"I wasn't- I'm not…" She tried in vain to explain, but Agdar's amused expression let her see he didn't believe a word of it. Sighing in defeat, she confessed, "I'm just curious."
"I am too," he admitted as he walked towards the kitchen table. "But as you said, that letter belongs to Idunn. We should let her read it in peace."
"She could read faster." Anna knew she sounded like the impatient child she had once been, but she couldn't help it. Ever since she found out she had an older sister; she had hoped for her family to be reunited again. At least, for just one night. Long enough for her parents and sister to talk things through. She simply couldn't wait anymore. She needed to know if Elsa was willing to make her dream come true.
Agdar laughed and sat down in the opposite chair. Once he was properly seated, he handed her one of the two tea cups he had brought with him. “Here.”
“Thank you,” answered Anna with a small smile. The way her father returned the smile made her feel guilty for the things she had said to him only an hour earlier. It was true she had been mad at her father’s reprimands for not being present at dinner, but it didn’t justify her behaviour. The last thing she wanted was to be on bad terms with him, even if part of her still believed he could have done things differently in the past.
Agdar cleared his throat, calling Anna's attention for a second time. “I didn't choose the company over your sister," said Agdar, as if he had read her mind. He took a sip from his tea and continued, “You may not believe me, but I swear I didn't.”
Guilt washed over Anna once again, and she thought it was best if she learnt once and for all to think before she talked. "Dad, I didn't mean to-”
“Let me finish,” he asked. “I'm aware my decisions have hurt your sister and our family in many ways. But please, don't ever think Elsa was second best." His eyes were focused on the cup he was holding, but Anna knew he was thinking about the past. "I was so happy when your mother told me she was pregnant. I'm sure I cried when I held Elsa in my arms for the first time. Same with you," he clarified. "The two of you put my world upside down by just existing."
"We did?" Her father was a loving man, though he seldom expressed it orally.
"Of course. You mean the world to me." He looked her in the eye and smiled. "It broke my heart to leave Elsa behind. Truth is, we had run out of ideas. We couldn't take care of her, Anna. And to be honest… I–" Agdar sighed, stopping himself mid-sentence.
Something told Anna he was having second thoughts about talking about his past once again. And even if Anna was trying hard to remain calm, her father's overprotection usually drove her mad. "Not sharing things is what put us in this situation to begin with. What happened?"
"I didn't trust my father."
"What?" The sadness in her father's voice surprised her. She wasn't sure what he was going to say, but that certainly was not it.
"My father was a strange man. Full of anger and resentment," he said. "All he cared about was power."
"Power?"
"Money and social recognition, mostly. Sadly, everything he considered an obstacle to his ambition was something that should be taken care of — gotten rid of." The way he wrung his hands showed Anna he was nervous about sharing the truth. He even seemed ashamed of his father's actions. "I feared Elsa would become an obstacle in his eyes. You should have seen the way he looked at me when I told him she existed…"
"Did you tell him about–?"
"Her powers?" he interrupted. "No. I wanted to see how he reacted to the news that she existed first…” He took a sip of his tea and said, “not to tell him was the right call. To this day, I don't know what he would have done to Elsa if he had known."
Father and daughter stayed silent for a while, not knowing what to say. Anna could see a mixture of relief and guilt in her father's eyes. It was clear he had wanted to tell her about Runeard for a long time. "I never thought grandfather was like that."
"I respected him, but I guess it was a respect born out of fear." He looked at the mug in his hands once again, avoiding Anna's gaze. "I never truly loved him. Not the way I love you, your sister and your mother."
The way he included Elsa in the list didn't go unnoticed by Anna, who smiled at the fact her parents were, little by little, trying to make Elsa part of the family once again. "I can't imagine myself in your situation. I love you and mum so much."
"I guess we receive the love we give."
In a subtle way, Agdar said what she had been wondering since the conversation started. Runeard had never shown him love. At least not in the way a good loving father should.
"You know, Anna," Agdar said, calling her attention once again. "When Elsa was born, I promised myself I wouldn't make the same mistakes my father did. I said I wouldn't raise my child to fear me. I wanted her to love me and respect me. I also promised to do everything in my power to give her a good future…”
Anna could only imagine how much Agdar regretted ever leaving Elsa behind. She could hear the guilt in his voice as he spoke.
“I failed Elsa terribly, and there isn't a day I don't beat myself over it. I made a similar promise the day you were born. This time, I swore I wouldn't leave you alone. I also promised to let you follow your own path.” He grabbed her hand and gave it a small squeeze. “Sometimes I feel I'm failing you too. I'm sorry if I let my workaholic nature get in the way. I'm sorry if I'm too overbearing about the business too.”
Anna held his hand a little tighter in return and offered him a smile. “I don't think you've ever failed me, dad. You've always been there for me. And you were the first person to tell me I should follow a career in education if that's what I wanted.” She took a deep breath and hoped her father wouldn’t ask too many questions about the previous night. “Last night was my fault, something unfair happened to Marshall and I thought he could use my help. That’s the reason I was late and I’m sorry. I did say I'd be here, I should've kept my promise…”
“What exactly happened last night?”
“Well, you see… It's a long story.” She had no idea how to explain she had tried to stop Marshall from smashing Hans face, only for her to end up knocking him out. “Marshall’s a private person and-”
“It's fine,” Agdar interrupted, giving her the easy way out. “You don't need to tell me. I trust you made the right choice.”
“That I did.” She looked at her foundation covered knuckles and smiled to herself.
“Tell me… Should I be concerned?”
“Concerned?”
“You mentioned this Marshall fellow is Elsa's friend and I-”
She gaped already knowing where her father was going. “No. No. I won't let you do this,” she said, pointing an accusatory finger in her father’s direction. “You almost freaked Kristoff out when we started dating. I won't let freak Marshall out.”
“So, they are together.”
“No, they are not. Though, I'm rooting for Marshall.”
“He looked like he had been involved in a fight recently,” he said, serious about the situation.
She rolled her eyes, annoyed by her father’s overprotection. “Leave the man alone, dad.”
“Elsa's been through a lot in her life. I won't let a hooligan get anywhere near her.”
For a moment, Anna wondered if had said anything that could make her father think Marshall a hooligan, but the memories of the day he met Kristoff came to mind. “Marshall’s not a hooligan. The same way Kristoff was not one either- Are you listening to yourself right now?”
“Does Kristoff approve of him? Kristoff's a sensible man in that regard.”
“Leave the man alone.”
Resting his chin on one of his fists, he asked, “What's his last name, again?”
“Dad, I'm serious.” For a moment Anna thought her father had finally lost it, when she noticed a playful smirk drew on his face. “You were being annoying on purpose, weren’t you?”
Agdar’s and Anna’s playful smiles were short-lived however. Idunn entered the kitchen with red, puffy eyes which were hard for them to ignore.
“Idunn?”
“Mum? What's wrong?”
They both asked, almost instantly; and soon after they shared a worried look.
“Everything’s okay,” she assured them. “I'm a little overwhelmed, that’s all.”
“So…” said Anna once her mother took a seat between them both. “Did she say anything? Will she give you guys a second chance?”
“She doesn't say.”
Agdar’s disappointment was obvious when he asked, “what did she write about?”
“I wrote about our past in my letters, and I asked her to share hers with me…” Idunn explained.
“And, did she…?”
She shook her head. “Not the past you're thinking about. She doesn't mention anything about Romsdal or the time she spent inside the clinic. She wrote about Kristoff and the Bjorgmans, instead.”
Anna smiled at that, at least she was certain Elsa hadn’t had a hard time writing the letter. She understood perfectly well why her sister had avoided more serious topics.
“She talks about the day she met Kristoff and everything they did together - how they became friends,” Idunn continued. “She then jumps to the day she was officially adopted by the Bjorgmans.”
“She doesn't mention Weselton at all?” asked Agdar, clearly as interested as Anna in the content of the letter.
“I think she avoided it on purpose,” she said. “Maybe Gerda's right, maybe she's pretending it didn't happen.”
That last comment called Anna’s attention, but she didn’t say anything. After all, she knew her parents had met the Bjorgmans a couple of times. It wasn’t a surprise they had shared their worries with her parents.
“Do you think so?” Agdar said, being unable to hide the concern from his voice.
Looking at the different pages of the letter in her hand, Idunn explained, “she avoids talking about it. She jumps from one topic to the other… It's as if she picked certain parts of her childhood and mixed them together in a way she doesn't mention Romsdal nor the clinic at all.”
“It hurts too much,” Anna said, surprising even herself. She hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but the words had slipped from her mouth faster than she could stop them.
“What?” her parents asked, looking at her.
Anna had mentioned Elsa’s mental breakdown, but she hadn’t talked to them about her past. Elsa had opened up in a moment of weakness and stress, and Anna thought it was wrong to share what she had said to her. But now that she had her parents’ attention, she couldn’t pretend she didn’t know some parts of it. “It hurts too much,” she chose to say. “If I were Elsa, I wouldn't like talking about it either.”
“You know about her past?” The answer to the question was quite obvious, but Agdar asked it anyway.
“The night she found Kai's petition, she seemed terrified of facing Weselton again. I saw her so distressed, I had to ask about it. I was lucky she told me…” Anna sighed as she tried to find the right words to explain it. Finding none, she said, “It's- it's bad.”
Idunn and Agdar shared a painful look. “Gerda and Kai told us about it,” said Idunn. “They didn't know all the details, but… Well, they met her right after she was found. Her health condition gave them a clear idea of what she went through.”
Anna grimaced, not once she had stopped to think about the aftermath of everything her sister went through. The way Elsa had explained Gerda and Kai had rescued her had made it seem everything was okay after it. But now, Anna could only wonder how much time it had taken Elsa to recover from her time in Weselton’s hands. Shaking her head, she uselessly tried to erase the idea of Elsa in a hospital bed.
“What did she tell you?” Agdar asked her.
“It's not my place to tell you really – not that she told me everything about it either. But I think she should be the one to talk about it with you. At her own time. I guess only Elsa can say what really happened.” Anna wasn’t trying to be mysterious, she hadn’t liked when Kristoff did the same to her; but she truly believed it was best for Elsa to be the one to share her past with their parents, if she ever wanted to.
Idunn’s sigh drew Anna’s attention back at her. “She must have been so scared. So lonely,” her mother said. And not for the first time, Anna wondered how much the guilt of leaving Elsa behind was going to affect her mother.
“What else did she tell you?” asked Agdar once again. This time, he was pointing at the letter in Idunn’s hands. “In her letter, I mean.”
"Mainly stories about her days with Kristoff. She also told me about a book, which was her favourite. She couldn't read at the time so she doesn't know its name. She said she was hoping I may have an idea." A smile appeared on Idunn's face and Anna felt more at ease knowing Elsa had really tried to establish some sort of relationship with their mother.
"The one she transcribed?" asked Anna, already knowing the answer. Elsa must have truly loved that book.
"That's the one!" Idunn exclaimed, happily. "I wish I could see her transcription. Does she still have it?"
"She never said." Anna thought it was funny how she had never thought of asking Elsa about it. Maybe the drawings could help them realise which book she was talking about.
"You could ask Helga," offered Agdar. "The owner of the bookshop two blocks from here. She can always help you, even with the briefest description of a story."
"You should definitely ask her, mum." Anna was certain her mother would do everything she could to find the book.
Idunn nodded with a smile and looked at the different pages again until she found the part where Elsa described the book. She put it aside as a reminder.
"She didn't say anything else?"
It was clear her father wanted to find out as much as possible about Elsa, and that fact made Anna truly happy. Her parents hadn't lied about loving and wanting to get to know Elsa once again. She hoped Elsa could see that side of them and actually realise how much they cared.
"She talked about Gerda and Kai too," answered Idunn, unaware of Anna's excitement. "She enjoyed getting to know them and becoming part of their family, even if at the beginning she felt like an intruder in their house. She talks a lot about them, actually. It's clear she loves them."
"She once said to me they're her heroes," said Anna.
"It's good to know she found a good family after everything she went through," Agdar said honestly.
Idunn nodded with a smile. Looking at the letter once again, she tried to order the pages before offering it to Anna. "Would you like to read some of her stories? There's one about Kristoff's old truck that you'd like."
"Are you serious?! Kristoff always avoids talking about his old truck! Give me that."
Idunn handed her the letter, and even though she was excited about Elsa's stories, she couldn't hide her disappointment when she first looked at the content of the letter. "Oh, Elsa…"
"What? What is it?" asked Idunn, worried she had missed something important.
"This handwriting is terrible even for her standards. I guess she must have written it in a hurry." Anna gave the rest of the pages a quick look and sighed tiredly. "This is messy as hell."
"Let me see that," said Agdar, curious to finally see Elsa's disastrous handwriting. "Oh… No wonder you took more than an hour to read this."
"She apologises about her handwriting at the end," Idunn was quick to say, trying to justify Elsa's work. "She says she's trying to learn and improve. The two of you should be more understanding. Especially you, Anna."
"Oh, please, she always avoids practicing her handwriting all the time. She's just being lazy," laughed Anna. She knew perfectly well Elsa hadn't tried to improve one bit in the last few months. If Anna was honest, she was starting to believe her sister's handwriting was beyond saving.
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Idunn smiled at Anna's eagerness to read Elsa's letter. She was happy her youngest daughter had not only found someone like Kristoff to share her life with, but also had found her long lost sister. Even if things with Elsa didn't work out and she never forgave them, at least Idunn could rest assured her girls could enjoy each other's company.
Once Anna became absorbed in the stories Elsa had to tell, Idunn turned to her husband. Agdar looked happy and peaceful, and she felt bad for ruining his good mood, but she needed to share what Elsa had also explained in the letter; even if it hurt him.
"She was there, Agdar," she said all of a sudden, calling his attention. It was best to let him know.
"What?"
"The day we visited the orphanage here in Trolheim. She was there." She took a deep breath to calm herself. "They lied to us so we wouldn't find her."
Agdar looked at her for a minute, not uttering a word. Idunn was beginning to think he hadn't really understood her when he asked, "are you sure?"
She confirmed the bad news with a nod of her head. "She says it herself."
"Do you mean this?" Anna said, surprising both of them. Before Idunn could pay a look at the letter, Anna began reading…
"When I was eight I was living in Trolheim's orphanage. I can't be sure, but I guess I was there when you and Agdar went looking for me. I re-read your letters. I wrote down the dates you mentioned. I counted the years… It all adds up. I wish the nurses would have said something. I was so lonely at the time. I would have given anything to meet you. No-one knew I existed; and those who did, didn't care about me.
I'm thankful Kristoff found me around that time though. For some reason I cannot understand, Kristoff did care and he stayed by my side until the day he was adopted… "
A bang startled mother and daughter, who turned to look at Agdar who had hit the table with his fist.
"They fucking lied!" He yelled. "Right in our faces. We were desperately looking for our missing daughter and they lied. They forced us to stop looking. I can't believe this!"
Idunn tried to grab his hand to calm him down, but he stood up before she had the chance.
He walked a few steps away from the table and began pacing as he covered his face with his hands. "How could I've been so stupid – so gullible! Weselton and those 'caregivers' need to rot in hell."
"Calm down, Agdar."
"No. They will rot in hell. I'll make sure of it!" he yelled once again, not paying attention to his wife.
"We won't get involved, Agdar. And that's final." She knew he wasn't going to take the news lightly, for that reason she had tried to tell him the good things Elsa had shared with her.
He stopped pacing to look at her with a painful expression. "Idunn, she was there. Elsa was a few walls away from us! Don't tell me you're okay with this!"
Trying hard to remain calm, Idunn took a deep breath that she hoped could help Agdar calm down too. "Of course I'm not okay with this, Agdar. But I won't go against Elsa's wishes. Too many people have already done that…"
He opened his mouth to argue, but he closed it. It was clear he agreed with her in that regard, but still his anger was palpable. "I just wish for them to pay," he said in a low voice.
Idunn could only agree with him, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she looked at Anna and reassured her they were not going to do anything stupid.
---
Kristoff sighed as he climbed the stairs to his apartment after a long day. The last thing he had wanted to do that day was to work, but to his dismay his boss had called him soon after he had picked his truck in the early morning. He had apologised to a sleepy Elsa, and he had left in a hurry.
What he had hoped to be a short working day, had stretched and became an even-longer-than-usual day. He was exhausted; and what was worse, he hadn't been able to spend the previous night nor that morning with his sister. But at least, his boss had rewarded him with an off-day the following day.
As he opened the door, he wondered why Sven wasn't barking or jumping all over him, but he soon realised why. Against all odds, his sister had decided to stay in the city.
"Elsa?" he said, calling her attention. "What are you doing?"
Elsa looked around herself and then at Sven, who was by her side, before finally asking, "Setting the table?"
"I mean here!" said Kristoff with a smile.
"Did you have plans? I can leave if your friends are coming."
"You don't need to go anywhere," said Kristoff patiently, though he already wanted to smack her in the head. "And you know I wouldn't kick you out if my drunkard friends were coming. I didn't expect you to be here, that's all. I thought you had gone back to the mountain."
"I decided to stay and visit mum and dad. I wanted to have dinner with them but they had plans," she answered with a shrug. "So, I thought it was a good opportunity to have dinner together."
"Mum told you no? That's hard to believe." It wasn't a secret his mother had soft spot for Elsa after all.
"They had the anual dinner at the police station," Elsa explained while she arranged the dishes.
He left his jacket on the couch and walked to the kitchen ready to ask his sister what she had ordered, when he realised the stove was on and a tempting smell was coming from the pot. "Did you- did you cook dinner?"
"I tried. I hope it tastes as good as it smells."
Elsa seemed proud of her achievement, that was clear. The fact her food didn't smell like a burning building was in itself a miracle. "You cooked dinner."
"Don't start," she warned.
He looked inside the pot and was surprised to see a mouth-watering stew. In all their years together as brother and sister, Elsa had never been able to cook something that could be considered tempting, and Kristoff was not going to miss the opportunity to make fun of her. "Who are you and what have you done with my sister?"
Elsa pushed him to the side so she could have access to the food. "Stop goofing around and hand me those bowls."
"What did you cook?" Stew was the obvious answer, but it didn't look or smell like Gerda's typical.
"Hunter's stew."
"Where did you learn to cook that?"
"Just a recipe I found…"
Kristoff could hear the hesitation in his sister's voice. She wasn't being completely honest, but he had no idea why. "You aren't trying to poison me, are you?"
"Shut up and eat your food," said Elsa as she pushed the hot bowl against his chest.
"Alright, alright!" He laughed and sat down in his usual place. He took a cautious first bite. It didn't matter how much he loved his sister, he could never be careful enough while trying food she had made herself. This time, however, the food was the complete opposite of what he was expecting. It wasn't the best dish he had ever tried, it wasn't even in the top twenty. But the fact it tasted good and it wasn't burnt was in itself a great achievement. "Unbelievable."
"What?" asked Elsa, worried she had messed up once again.
"This is edible."
"You're an arse."
Kristoff laughed loudly, making fun of her was too easy at times. "It's a compliment."
"Sure, tell Anna she doesn't look hideous one day. I'm sure she'll love the compliment." She sat down and took a bite herself. A small smile drew on her face, for the first time in forever her food wasn't a total waste.
"I'm messing with you," said Kristoff with a smile of his own when he noticed how pleased his sister was with the dish she had made. "Thank you. I know you hate cooking, it means a lot you took the time to cook something for me. A warm meal was all I needed."
"I wanted to thank you for last night."
He looked at her with a curious expression. “Thank me?”
She played with her food as she tried to find the right words. “I know you hate fights and getting involved in them. You helped Marshmallow last night in spite of that.”
He tried not to read too much into Elsa’s gratitude. He was sure if Anna were there with them, she’d be making several conjectures about Elsa and Marshall’s relationship; but he was not going to. If his sister ever felt something for the mountaineer, he was sure he’d be the first person to find out. “I guess what Hans did to him was unfair,” said Kristoff . “Anna getting involved herself had a lot to do too.”
“He feels awful for dragging you and Anna into it. He said he'll try to repay you.”
“Tell him I appreciate the feeling, but all I want is for him to be more level-headed next time. I won't tolerate him yelling at you for his problems ever again.” He wasn’t sure how he felt about Marshall if he were honest. It was true he didn’t like him at the beginning, but with time Kristoff had realised the big guy didn’t have ulterior motives and he seemed to honestly care about Elsa. But the previous night, his concerns had returned. It was clear Marshall wasn’t himself when he got angry. “Tell me, Elsa, do you trust the guy?”
Elsa stopped eating and raised an eyebrow. “Of course I do.”
“Aren't you afraid of him?” Noticing the worry in his sister’s face he clarified, “I'm not saying he's a bad guy, it's just- he's even stronger than he seems. The guy's unstoppable. And he clearly can’t control his anger.”
“He once told me he has problems controlling his anger,” Elsa admitted. “He asked me to try and keep him grounded anyway I could if he ever lost his temper around me. I didn't think much of it at the time.”
Elsa’s explanation did nothing to calm his nerves. How could she stay so calm around a man like him. “You’re not doing a good job convincing me I shouldn’t be concerned, sister.”
Contrary to what he expected, a small smile appeared on his sister’s face. “Last night I understood what you and Gerda have been trying to explain to me all these years. I can't blame myself – or Marshall in this case – for things we can't control. Marshall has anger management problems, but he tries hard to be a better person. I see guilt written on his face whenever he realises he has lost control…”
Kristoff gaped at his sister and all of a sudden understood her reasons. It didn’t take a genius to see why Elsa could relate so much with him.
“I see no reason not to trust him,” she concluded with a shrug. “You trusted me from the start, didn’t you?”
“Yeah… I did.” He felt like an idiot for not giving his sister more credit. After all, she was his shitty people detector, it was ridiculous not to trust her in this situation too. “Anna mentioned something similar last night. She said not helping Marshall would be like not helping you. Needless to say, it changed my mind about helping him immediately.” Maybe Anna hadn’t meant for him to share that information with Elsa, but it was the truth.
“No matter the reason, you helped him and that means a lot to me. Thank you.”
Brother and sister finished their food, but stayed at the table talking for a while. It had been a long time since they had had the chance to spend some time together, so they took the opportunity to talk about each other’s life, about Sven, and the family; just the way they used to do when they were still living together.
It didn’t take long for them to start talking about work. Kristoff told her about his relationship with his boss and how he was sure he’d get a promotion in the near future. It wasn’t a sure deal, but he was certain he was the best guy for the job. Elsa, on her part, told him about her plans for the season, and how her leg was practically at its full capacity once again.
“Are you still thinking about Marshall becoming your business partner?” asked Kristoff when he noticed Elsa didn’t seem so worried about the way she was going to organise her business.
“About that…” she said with a nervous smile. “We talked about it last night.”
“What?”
“He said yes in a heartbeat.”
“Didn't you say you were going to think about it a bit more?”
“We work well together. I think we can help each other out,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Are you sure concealing your powers won’t become a problem in the long run?”
“It'll be fine.” Elsa gave him a knowing look. It was obvious she could see he was more worried than it was necessary. “I promise.”
Raising his hands in the air, he said, “If you think it’s a good idea, then I trust you. Just take care of yourself. I know it's physically challenging to keep your powers under control sometimes.”
He felt like a nuisance with his overprotectiveness, but all he wanted was the best for his family; but Elsa’s grin told him she wasn’t annoyed at all. They had come a long way together since they met and they both understood the other’s concerns.
“I truly think this arrangement is for the best. I know for a fact I can't keep working on my own, and Marshmallow will take a lot of responsibilities off my shoulders. Especially the business part. He knows more than me about this.”
He was surprised to see Elsa so eager for what was to come. For the first time, he saw her completely relaxed about what was to come and how her powers could affect her plans. Who was he to ruin her happiness with his concerns? “Then, I'm glad you found a way to keep working on your own. I'd hate to see you working for someone like Hans.”
She scoffed at the mere idea. “I wouldn’t work for him, not even for all the chocolate in the world after what he did to Marshmallow.”
“That’s all I wanted to hear.”
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After an emotionally taxing day, Agdar entered his bedroom ready to call it a night. He wanted to forget for a moment the injustices of life and rest before he needed to face another week. Ever since Elsa had shown up in their life, he had tried to bury himself in work, hoping to find some distraction from the guilt that was eating him alive. But that unhealthy solution had only worked for a short time; lately, he found himself getting more and more distracted at work, and every new week was a challenge.
He was certain this new week was going to be even more difficult than the previous one. This time he was angry about the fact people in Trolheim’s orphanage had lied to his face. And what was worse, he could only blame himself for it. He had trusted Weselton, he had abandoned his daughter and, what was worse, he was the one who had bought their lies. Whenever he thought about how utterly stupid he had been, he wanted to punch himself in the face. Sadly, he needed to keep a formal appearance for his company, if not, he was sure he would have already done it.
He closed his bedroom door silently, thinking his wife was already asleep. But to his surprise, she was still up, sitting on his desk. “You're already writing a new letter, aren't you?” he asked, already knowing the answer. The thrill of receiving Elsa’s letter had given his wife renewed energy, and she had been talking about it all day.
“Yes! I'm so excited. I never imagined she would answer.”
She didn’t need to say it for him to notice. Anna and Idunn were two sides of the same coin, especially when they were excited.
“And you were right about Helga! It took her some time, but she was able to find the book Elsa was talking about,” she said, as she handed him a brown paper bag.
“Really?” he asked. He knew Helga was really good at identifying books and stories, the old woman had read more stories than she could tell, but he never thought she was going to find it so soon. “That was fast.”
He took the book from inside the bag and paid a good look at it. For a moment he pondered about the different ways perceived the world based on their experiences. To him, children's books were nothing but that. Children’s books. It was clear that for Elsa, however, a children’s book could mean so much more. He smiled sadly, as he guessed that for her it was going to be like meeting an old friend. Pain and guilt washed over him once again at that realisation.
“She spent over an hour looking at the old children's books in her deposit,” Idunn continued, unaware of her husband’s sadness. “I'll send the book with this letter, see? I'm sure she'll like the surprise.”
He smiled at her and handed her the book. It was nice to see one of them was looking at the glass half full. “It's the happiest I've seen you in a very long time,” he commented.
“Why do you say it as if it were a bad thing?” she asked, turning around in her chair to look at him.
“No reason.” He hadn’t meant to sound pessimistic.
“Agdar…”
Finding no good reason to lie to his wife, he said, “I don't want you or Anna to get hurt. Elsa's got her reasons to be weary of us.” It pained him to know it was true. “And we can't force her to meet us if she doesn't want to. I'd hate the idea of seeing the two of you disappointed if things don't end up the way you're hoping.”
Idunn stayed silent for a minute, giving Agdar enough time to beat himself internally several times for giving her a reason to worry.
“Then let's try to prove Elsa she can trust us. She might surprise us,” she said enthusiastically, not letting his worries affect her.
He leaned down and kissed her temple. Her strength had always helped him in the bad times, and this time in particular was no exception. “Weren't you the one who said we should give Elsa some time?” he asked, honestly curious.
“I won't pressure her to meet us. I only want to talk to her. Let her know who we are… and get to know her better…” She turned to him and asked, “is that a bad thing?”
“No, of course not.” It was the perfect thing to do in his opinion, as long as they didn’t overwhelm Elsa. “What are you writing about?”
Idunn picked the letter she had been writing and paid a look. “I told her about Helga and how we found the book. Now I'm recommending some books to her. In her letter, she said she spent hours on end reading stories as a teenager.”
“I thought she was just learning how to read and write…”
“She learnt when she was fifteen years old, Agdar.” He chuckled at the tiredness in her tone of voice. She was talking to him the way she used to when Anna was a kid and he forgot every single detail about her dance classes. “Anna says she only struggles with more difficult academic words or concepts.”
Idunn then looked at him and asked, “Is there anything you'd like to ask her?”
“Me? Are you sure?” For some reason he couldn’t explain, he was certain Elsa wouldn’t like to hear from him.
“Of course. Why don’t you ask her if she likes hockey?”
“What kind of question is that?” he laughed.
“She’s a ski instructor,” Idunn said as if it was the most obvious reason in the world. “I’m sure she enjoys all kinds of sports. Besides, Anna never paid attention to the game. Weren’t you the one who always complained she wouldn’t accompany you to the arena?”
“Yes, but-”
“Just talk to her, Agdar,” she said, noticing her husband’s hesitation. “Let her know you care. Sometimes, a simple question means more than you think.”
“I guess I could write to her…” If he was honest with himself, there were so many things he wanted to learn about her. Her hobbies, favourite kind of music, about her business… Everything. He wanted to learn everything about her. He wanted to made up for all those years they weren’t there for her too.
As if she had read his mind, Idunn said, “you’ll feel better if you do, trust me. Just, don’t pressure her.”
“I won’t,” he reassured her.
“I know you won’t.” She stood up from the chair and kissed him on the top of his head. “I’m going to bed.”
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After cleaning the dishes, Kristoff and Elsa lay on the couch with Sven and continued talking about everything and nothing. It was as if they were back to their younger years without a worry in the world; whenever Kai and Gerda had to leave town, they’d stay up late into the night just spending time together. Playing cards or simply listening to music.
The memory made Elsa realise the opportunity was perfect for her to learn how to play truco. More importantly, to learn how to beat Anna.
“Do you know how to play Truco?” she asked her brother all of a sudden.
“The card game Anna loves so much?” he asked. “Sure.”
“Can you teach me how to play?”
“I thought you already knew how to play.”
“I know the rules,” she clarified. “But I can't beat Anna. No matter how hard I try.”
Kristoff laughed wholeheartedly, clearly aware of her competitiveness. “I can't believe you're putting more effort into this than improving your handwriting.”
Elsa scoffed, faking annoyance. “Why is everyone so obsessed with my handwriting?”
“It's illegible.”
“Will you teach me how to play or not?” she asked, wanting to avoid talking about the fact she hadn’t tried to improve her handwriting in months.
“Go fetch the deck, it's inside my desk’s drawer,” answered Kristoff, as he pointed to the door of his room. “I'll teach you how to read Anna's expressions. She's easy to read once you know what to expect from her.”
“Thank you!” Elsa jumped from her seat and went into the room not wanting to waste any second. She was going to surprise Anna next time they played.
She opened the drawer and had to rummage through his things to find it. When she finally did, she was nonplussed to see the velvet box which was behind the deck of cards.
“Is this…?” she murmured to herself and picked it up to examine it. Inside the black box there was a golden ring with the most beautiful orange stone Elsa had ever seen.
Not being able to stop her curiosity, she walked out the room and surprised her brother with the question, “Kristoff… Are you planning to propose to Anna?” As she showed him the box she had found.
“What?!” Kristoff stood from the couch and walked towards Elsa, taking the box from her hands. “Where did you get this?”
Her brother’s anger called her attention. “It was inside the drawer.”
“And you thought it was okay to open the box?” he said in anger.
“It was open,” Elsa said, excusing herself. “You can't blame me when you leave an engagement ring lying around.” She saw him sigh and sat down once again. “Are you going to propose?”
“I was…” he said after a minute in silence. “A couple of months ago.”
“You were?” That didn’t sound okay. At first Elsa was hurt Kristoff hadn’t shared his intentions with her, but now she was truly curious and a little concerned. “What made you change your mind? I thought things were okay between you two…”
“Things are fine. Don't worry.”
“Why did you change your mind then?”
“It doesn't matter,” he answered in a low voice.
Elsa knew something wasn’t right. Kristoff wouldn’t buy an engagement ring only to change his mind. Something had happened, and it worried her. “It does matter.”
“I don't want to talk about it, Els.”
The nickname he rarely used let her see he was actually begging her not to ask too many questions. “Fine…” she agreed, letting him off the hook. But still, she had to ask her original question. “Why didn't you tell me? I would have loved helping you pick the ring. Though you clearly didn’t need my help, it’s beautiful.”
Kristoff smiled. “It was months ago. You couldn't move or leave the house at the time.”
Thinking about his answer, Elsa realised the only time she was unable to move was the first month after the accident. “You've had the ring since January? I can't believe you haven't said anything in over–” She stopped herself mid sentence when she realised the reason Kristoff didn’t want to talk about the ring. “You changed your mind after you found out Anna is my sister, didn't you?”
“As I said, it doesn't matter.” He closed the velvet box and put it inside his pocket.
Elsa opened her mouth in astonishment . “I can't believe this… You threw away your plans because of what happened? Why would you do that?”
“Why would I?” he exclaimed. “Are you listening to yourself? The world came crashing down on you and Anna, Elsa. I couldn't ask her to marry me when I couldn't look Agdar in the face anymore.” He was surprised his sister didn’t see the obvious reason. “I couldn't ask for the man's blessing when all I wanted to do was punch him in the face.”
“But Anna and you love each other.” That was all that mattered. Elsa walked to the couch and sat by his side. “You don't need to put your life on hold for me or Agdar… You don't need to punch him in the face either.,” she murmured as an afterthought.
“I know but–” A tired sigh stopped him. “You mean a lot to me. All I want is to see you happy.”
“And I want to see you happy.” Elsa couldn’t understand why he was being so dense. “I know for a fact Anna makes you happy. Don't be an idiot and ask her to marry you.”
“If I do, I’ll need to give the Arendelles a second chance,” he said, looking her in the eye.
“So?”
“So?” he repeated. “Don’t you mind?”
“Of course not, Kristoff. They are Anna's parents,” said Elsa with a small laugh. “It’s as if you stopped talking to them just because of me.” His sheepish smile told Elsa all she needed to know. “You haven't talked to them all this time, have you?”
“No.”
“For goodness sake, Kristoff!” Her brother’s loyalty was truly unbelievable. “I knew you were on my side on this, but I never thought you stopped talking to them altogether!” Elsa pinched the bridge of her nose, exasperated. “Please, stop making things harder for you and Anna. Go talk to them.”
“Are you sure?”
Her heart warmed at Kristoff’s hesitation. She wasn’t sure what she had done to have someone like him in her life. “They care about you, Kristoff. I noticed it the night we had dinner together. You're part of their family.”
“What are you going to do?” he asked, surprising her.
“About what?”
“About your birth parents…” He scratched the back of his head, unsure if it was okay for him to ask. “Will you give them a second chance? I know you gave Anna a letter addressed to them.”
“Oh… I- I don’t know” she hesitated. “Idunn sent me some letters which let me see things in a different light. I'm still not sure what to do, but I guess answering back was a start.” She took a deep breath, “If I have to be honest, I only read them because I knew it would make Anna happy.”
A grin appeared on his face as he gave Elsa a side hug, “You're a great sister, did you know that?”
Elsa wasn’t sure if he was talking about him or Anna, or both. But she answered anyway. “Anna’s the reason I didn't burn those letters. I'm glad I didn't, though. I guess I needed to hear their side of things…”
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I am so, so sorry for the delay. When I uploaded the previous chapter in February I knew I was going to take some time off. I didn’t have many things written at the time, and I was about to start working on an entrepreneurship I want to start officially in a few months. The thing is, to be able to meet my own personal deadlines I have to work whenever I have free time from my regular job, which as you may guess isn’t a lot. So, all things combined, resulted in this delay.
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The official She-Ra verse Elsa writeup
(Warning: Kind of a bummer and dials up the awfulness of Elsa and Anna’s dad to 11)
I tried to rewrite this in a way that doesn’t effect what’s already been established TOO much.
Far north there is a small kingdom called ‘Arendelle’. It’s leader was a man named Runeard who passed the mission and secrets of their land to his son Agnarr. Their secret... was a massive First Ones ruin buried deep in the heart of a glacier. A chamber that could play back the memories of those who entered it and those of anyone within its reach. A powerful and tempting technology they used for themselves to seek advantage and power.
But that wasn’t all. Runeard- the selfish man he was and raised his son to be- thought he could use this highly advanced technology to grow his power further. Without understanding how the Runestones were tied to the balance of the world, he tried to create one of his own. Based on the Fractal Flake of the Kingdom of Snows. (The closest kingdom to Arendelle) Runeard studied the stone and sought to bind his own family to a runestone of their own.
He died long before his plan could ever see the light of day. The stone wouldn’t bond to Agnarr.. But then Agnarr had a child of his own. He took that child before this false stone and exposed his first born to its freezing light. After many years of exposure, trial and error... The connection was established. That first born... was Elsa. A princess. Non-elemental by birth but no longer.
Elsa gained immense snow and ice magic from her false stone... But it was significantly harder to control. She was a danger to everyone around her, including her own sister. Agnarr couldn’t let Elsa destroy everything they built or kill Anna on accident. She would be the only other chance to complete Runeard’s work if the power was too much for Elsa... So he locked her inside the chamber. Alone. Their mother protested but Agnarr had made up his mind. It was “for Elsa’s own good” that she stay inside the ruin... Where she wouldn’t be a threat to anyone.
Eventually the parents were killed at sea and the chamber was opened to release Arendelle’s first born princess so that she could rule... Which of course immediately resulted in chaos because of her inability to control the power of the false stone she drew her power from. It caused a terrible storm over the entire kingdom and nearly froze everyone...
You know the rest of course. She realizes her power, overcomes her fears and learns to control her powers, freeing the land from her storm. She takes her place as queen and the day is saved!
For now...
There was still no telling the impact a false runestone would have on Etheria. Or if Elsa would even be welcome among the other Princesses because of what her family did in an attempt to grab power. Even if it wasn’t her own doing she... Feels unworthy to have this power.
And extremely guilty that she couldn’t help them in their fight against the Horde/Horde Prime. (timeline dependent on interaction) She was locked away and couldn’t get out but... They don’t know that. She assumes that, from an outsider’s perspective... She ignored them to protect herself. Until given a reason to think otherwise she dreads the day the princess Alliance comes for her because she fears what they must think of... someone like her.
She also has no idea how to talk to them since she was trapped underground all of her life.
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I defended Hans, so let me speak about my own actions regarding my Muse's father
I bash Runeard MAINLY because I have repressed issues with my own father, as well as him being a tyrant in canon. Since this community has long been my escape, I have decided to clear the air. Going back to 2014, it was an extremely turbulent time when I had that Toxic person in my life.
Is Runeard beyond redemption? To me, and I am going to be HONEST and admit I am biased and see my father in him, yes. Because I watched Frozen 2 at a time when things had gotten so horrible that I had to finally cut that person completely out of my life for good because they violated one of my safe zones (my workplace) by bringing in someone who he knows full well I don't like (the woman he cheated on my mom with for nearly 4 years).
Runeard was a trigger for me, he became that negative thing that I could latch onto and take out my frustrations on because of what he represented to me.
Matthias, and Halima, on the other hand. They remind me of my stepdad (Steve) and my mother. Two kind and caring people who, in my muses life, I see as being great parents. Do I put them on a pedestal because of this? Yes. But it's because of my personal experiences with the good and toxic people in my life.
Am I aware that I am not helping with the discourse surrounding Runeard? Yes. And I am sorry for it. I am trying to work through my issues, but like I said: Runeard is my trigger. He's the thing that pulls me back into that dark time, so he gets the brunt of my negativity. If a Runeard blog wants to interact with me, I don't know if I'll be able to go through with it. But just know that I appreciate you seeing good in a character that I can only see a dark time in. I don't see the same thing in Hans, but that's because I saw and still see him as a wish fulfillment fantasy for a toxic person becoming untoxic.
Frozen came out in 2013, a time when things hadn't clicked in my head. And after it did, I turned to my childhood im the form of Disney movies do some semblance of peace. Frozen was the newest thing, and newer movies take a bit to grow on me, but the song Fixer Upper gave me hope. I, much like a good portion of the fandom did and still do from what I came across but personal opinions aside I saw my dad in Agnarr's earlier actions. But, unlike now, I didn't know the backstory so I stayed away from the character for a bit. And then I found a few posts defending his actions, explaining that it wasn't meant to be the way it was. It honestly made me see hope in my dad, and regrettably, made me give him a second chance. Because unlike Elsa and Anna, in my eyes, I still had the chance to have a connection with my parent.
I began roleplaying as Agnarr in September of 2014, after graduating highschool and things went down I'd rather not discuss, and he became my interpretation of a father who could change. Who was a misguided man who only wanted to protect his family. I stopped for a while, and then swapped to a Hans blog because I had a growing interest in what the fandom had to offer in terms of welcoming irredeemable characters to make a change. That time was brief, as my interest wained into other things, and I stopped all together at some point.
Then the trailers for Frozen 2 started dropping like hot potatoes. It reignited my want to play this character. Sure, I had to block spoilers that still got through because there were no tags on certain posts but it was fine. Until I saw Runeard's true actions in Ahtohallan, and I was triggered. That was what set me out to punish Runeard in ways I can't to my own father, it made me further identify with Agnarr as he was shown in that memory: a child who believed only one side of the story and who wanted to preserve that side of it.
Matthias became my favorite character, because he reminds me of my stepdad - coming in when things got rough and doing his best to help. That's where all of these headcanons of Matthias being Agnarr's surrogate parent come from. A mixture of personal experience and wish fulfillment of something better for my character.
I apologize for how I take out my repressed issues on Runeard, for how it possibly shaped your perception of him. If, to you, he can be redeemed - you have my support, even if I don't see it. But, I welcome you to try and change my mind. This rpc shaped my perception of Hans, so maybe it can offer something good for Runeard in the future.
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Finding You Always
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Chapter 230: The Tide is High
"He...he's going to use our own blood against us. He's going to use our love against us…" she fretted.
"No...never. That's not possible," he promised.
"He's never going to stop...unless we stop him," she said. He gazed into her eyes and realized she was right.
"You're right...let's end this now," he agreed, as he took her hand and they strode purposefully toward the double doors.
"Crap...that will be a disaster," Leo said.
"Let's go stop them. Walking into Jekyll's playground is the last thing we should do right now. Trust me," Xander said, as they hurried after them.
"Mom! Dad!" the Charming kids called after them. A hasty act at this point with so many villains and danger afoot could lead to disaster and they refused to lose their parents to this madness.
"Mom! Dad!" Emma called, as she hurried in front of them to block their path. Leo and Eva caught up to her and flanked her, while Summer and Bobby got directly in front of them.
"Don't go…" Summer pleaded.
"She's right...it's what he wants. He's psycho," Bobby said.
"I just...I can't keep letting him hover like a plague over us," David said in frustration, as he turned to his wife.
"I can't keep letting him haunt the woman I love," he said, as he cupped her beautiful face with his hand and she leaned into his touch.
"My love...he does not haunt me, at least not as much as he would like to think," she assured him.
"The only thing that would haunt me is if I lost you," she said. He closed to his eyes, trying to quell his rage against the mad doctor inside him.
"I just feel like I fail every time he pops up with some scheme or plot," he confessed.
"You've never failed us, Dad...not once," Emma insisted.
"She's right. There's a reason that psychopath is still alive and it's because he's a coward," Leo agreed.
"They're right...you're one of the greatest warriors in all the United Realms. Jekyll can't compete, even with all his stolen power and scientific mind," Eva insisted, as she put her arms around him and he hugged her tightly. Summer joined her sister and put her arms around him too. He smiled and kissed the tops of their heads.
"The last time he faced you on even ground, you put a hole in him," Emma reminded him.
"She's right...Pleasure Island stacks the deck against you and I'd put money on you still being able to beat him. But we're not willing to put you at risk," Leo said.
"He's right, Dad...make him come to us. And we aren't willing to risk you either, Mom...so don't get any wild ideas about being selfless," Bobby added, making them chuckle.
"They are right...you're amazing and you're our hero," Snow said, as she put her arms around him too.
"My hero…" she added, as she kissed him passionately.
"Okay...no going off to confront him," David relented. Snow smiled and kissed him again.
"That's too bad...because I would promise you a horrible time if you did," a voice said, as the evil doctor appeared before them.
"Without the guaranteed power of your chalice...I am confident I would have captured you and then I would have probably thrown you to the wolves. The riff raff here on the island would have delighted in torturing the illustrious Prince Charming," Jekyll hissed. Bobby picked up a rock from the ground and tossed it at the doctor and wasn't surprised when it went right through him.
"Big words from a coward that has to send his hologram to taunt us," Bobby said.
"I'd watch your tongue, boy," the doctor hissed.
"Come make me, you spineless worm!" he taunted back.
"I was just a baby when you started terrorizing my parents, but even then, I thwarted you and I keep thwarting you. Everything you've tried...I'm immune to and if you think I won't keep stopping you, then you aren't as smart as you boast," Bobby said.
"My, my...strong words, brat. Such fire and spirit...much like your lovely mother," Jekyll replied.
"Whatever, whack job...because I guarantee that you'll never get through us or my Dad to get to her. But if you're stupid enough to keep trying, then we'll be happy to end you and for good this time," Bobby countered and Jekyll growled.
"We'll see, young one. But don't underestimate the horror I have in mind for your father and any of you that get in my way," he warned.
"Don't you threaten my husband or my babies," Snow hissed, as she stepped forward and put her hands on Bobby's shoulders.
"You will not keep denying me, fairest Snow...I will get what I want," he assured her.
"The only thing you're going to get is more holes in you at the end of my sword and this time, I'll make sure you don't recover," David said, as he held his sword out and it glowed with power.
"We shall see, Prince Charming…" Jekyll replied, as his hologram faded and they relaxed a bit, as the others joined them.
"We have got to figure out a way to root out that parasite. Death isn't enough…" Regina said.
"Agreed...we must give him the same treatment we gave the blue flea," Rumple agreed.
"We should probably call it a night though. We're supposed to leave for DC tomorrow," Snow said.
"There's one thing I'm confused about," Elsa said.
"Just one?" Leo muttered and she elbowed him lightly.
"My mother had sisters...were they Northuldra too? Wouldn't they have to be?" Elsa asked.
"Hey yeah...Ingrid and what was the other one?" Emma asked.
"Helga and my mother went by Gerda to the Arendelle people. Only around us did my father ever call her Iduna. She told us it was her middle name," Elsa replied.
"Yes...your mother's sisters. And Gerda was the Arendelle name she adopted to hide her true heritage. As for Ingrid and Helga...yes, they were Northuldra too, though only your mother and Ingrid had magic. They were away on that fateful day," Athena explained.
"Ingrid was so furious and ready to destroy Arendelle as a whole in a fury. Your parents pleaded with the Rock Trolls for help. Grand Pabbie obliged and was able to use a powerful memory spell on Ingrid and Helga. From that day, they thought themselves of Arendelle. But as you know, it didn't take away Ingrid's powers and she felt slighted by their insistence that she conceal her powers. She mistook that as fear from them and she resented them," Athena continued.
"But they weren't scared of her...they were scared for her," Elsa realized. The Goddess nodded.
"And for you. Your father had watched his own father kill someone out of fear of magic and he didn't want that for you. Trying to take away your powers by gaining the Sorcerer's hat was wrong...but it came from a place of love. Not fear," Athena said.
"They...they were never scared of me," she realized and Leo put his arm around her, knowing how much of a relief that had to be for her. Athena nodded.
"Well...now that we've subverted another crisis for the moment, I say we get some sleep. Especially since some of us are leaving for Washington tomorrow," Aphrodite suggested. Snow and David joined hands. They kissed their older children goodnight, while their two youngest went home with them.
After seeing the kids off to bed, they retired themselves and started getting ready for bed.
"I'm sorry…" David said, as he discarded his shirt.
"For what, baby?" she asked, as she sat on the bed, pulling off her leggings.
"For being a hothead and nearly barreling into what would have probably caused a really bad situation," he replied.
"You wanted to end this...end his threat to our family. You don't ever have to apologize for that. Besides, I was ready to confront him myself. The thought of him hurting one more person, especially someone I love, over me...I can't take that," she said, as he pulled her into his arms.
"I'm not letting you sacrifice yourself...we'll beat him. Our kids were right...he'd be dead if he was willing to face us on a level playing ground," he said. She smiled.
"They are...in a fair battle, he doesn't stand a chance against you," she replied, as she got up on her knees on the bed and slipped her arms around his neck. Their lips met in a tender kiss that quickly grew in passion and heat, until their lips were dueling with passionate, smoldering fervor.
"Come on handsome...let's make some magic," she purred. He smirked and lowered the lights and let their passion consume them fully.
~*~
Bobby tossed and turned in his bed in the early hours of the morning. Normally, he was a very sound sleeper. But on this night, dreams assaulted his subconscious. But these dreams seemed to be prophetic and a warning of what was to come if they did not stop the growing threat of one King Runeard and the imbalance of the elements.
~*~
Bobby opened his eyes and found a barren plain before him. Behind him was his parent's castle and he realized the barren plain was supposed to be their garden. However, now it was a dead landscape of dried up dirt, void of any life whatsoever. He slowly walked along the deadened ground and found nothing but devastation before him. The entire Enchanted Forest was dead now. He felt sick to his stomach, as he saw that all the animals, people, and fairies alike were also dead.
"You have failed, young one…" a deep voice said, as he turned to find a man there. He resembled the image he had seen of King Runeard, except this man's skin was ashen gray; dead like everything around them. But he nearly choked in fear and anguish, as he saw his family laying at his feet, or rather their bodies. His parents, his brother, and his sisters...dead. Their skin was ashen gray, like life had been sucked out of them. The chalice lay gray and broken between his parents, who still held each other, even in death.
"What...what have you done?" Bobby demanded to know.
"The elements rage as long as I am free. I am Void...and no life can survive around me for long. You were supposed to balance the elements...only the unification of them through you can stop something like me," he said.
"This is a dream...which means this isn't happening. I will defeat you," Bobby replied. Runeard smirked.
"Spoken just like your father...before I drained every last bit of life from him while your mother screamed. She almost seemed relieved when I did the same to her," he goaded. Bobby's eyes flashed peridot green, as vines emerged from the ground and wrapped around the scourge. But he laughed and the vines died upon touching him and withered to dust.
"You'll have to do better than that, boy...or this…" he said, gesturing with his arms to the landscape around them.
"This is the future…" he warned, as Runeard hand wrapped around his neck and things went black.
~*~
Bobby shot up in bed with a start and touched his neck. He could still feel Runeard's clammy hand around his neck and the life draining from him. He breathed and contemplated the dream. Was it just a nightmare? Or was it a vision of a possible future? He didn't know, but one thing was certain; he needed to talk to someone else that was known for having visions of the future. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand. It was almost four in the morning and he knew this person also happened to be a very early riser.
"Mr. Gold...are you up?" he texted and then waited a few beats. He was relieved when it looked like he was typing back.
"You know me, my boy...I don't sleep much past the witching hour," Gold responded.
"I think...I had a vision of the future and it wasn't good. Can we talk?" he asked.
"I'll put the tea on for me and the cocoa for you," Gold answered. Bobby sighed in relief, as he threw his clothes on and used his magic. He disappeared in a poof of peridot colored smoke.
~*~
"So once again...Snow and Charming have delegated the saving of our Kingdoms to that of one of their brats. Apparently this time, our collective fate rests upon a fourteen-year-old that's still navigating the challenges of puberty. But sure, none of us should be at all worried. Well done, as usual, truest loves. For more hardcore, unfiltered news and commentary, you can follow me on the Looking Glass, the United Realms premier social media network," Goldie reported, as her latest media blurb ended and she stepped off the set.
"Where is my latte?" she demanded from the assistant she had hired. The poor girl looked nervous and rightly so, as Goldie spit it out all over her and tossed the cup against the wall, sending the hot liquid everywhere.
"I told you none of that diner swill! Get me real coffee!" she demanded. The crying girl scampered off and she stormed into her dressing room.
"Where did you find that urchin?" she asked.
"Fidget grabbed her and her father on his latest trip to Storybrooke. Jekyll requested an assistant and her father, Hiram Flaversham, is one of the best engineers at the University," Grimm said.
"Fidget?" she asked, as he gestured to the creepy, peg- legged man, hobbling around.
"I swear...this island is full of the scumbag freaks," she replied. He smirked.
"True...but when it comes to thieving scum, this island has the best. And Snow White is the one that injured him and caused him to lose his leg, so he has plenty of an axe to grind with her," he said.
"That makes a lot of us," Goldie replied, as she checked her phone.
"So...what do you make of this new guy?" she asked.
"He's interesting and I love his power...as dangerous as it is. I'm already working on an article though. When the Land Without Magic finds out there is someone that can do what he does and that he might be a threat to them...it will spark plenty of controversy and fear," he replied. She smirked.
"Oh, I love a good hit piece," she said, as she decided to skip the coffee and pour herself some of the expensive wine that was in her dressing room.
"So...what's your take on this King?" she asked. He shrugged.
"He seems like he'll be a formidable enemy and unlike the doctor, he doesn't care if Snow White ends up as collateral damage," Grimm replied.
"Then I should get along swimmingly with him, though I'm tired of having to rely on others with powers to wreak havoc. I'd rather just do it myself," Goldie said.
"Then we need that precious blood of the truest loves. With it, I can write anything I want for us," Grimm replied. She smirked.
"Do you have some sort of plan?" she asked.
"As a matter of fact...I do," he replied.
~*~
Jekyll seethed, as the hologram projection ended and he glared at his new assistant.
"Your hologram technology is quite impressive. Fidget was correct that you would make a decent assistant for me," Jekyll said.
"I have no desire to help you achieve any of your evil schemes," Hiram said bravely, but then coward, as the mad scientist lashed at him with one of his fiery whips, scorching the all behind him.
"And unless you'd rather I take my anger out on your spawn...you'll continue to do my bidding," Jekyll warned.
"And what is it that you need an engineer for? You're supposedly a brilliant mind," Hiram shot back.
"Indeed I am...but like I said, you are a gifted engineer," he said, as he presented a pair of gloves to him.
"I created a pair of magical gloves like this that allowed Rodmilla Tremaine to use magic. But this pair has another purpose...or it will once you apply your expertise," Jekyll explained.
"What do you want me to do with these infernal things?" Hiram asked.
"I want them to use the same principles as Rodmilla's, only these will be specifically for ripping hearts," he revealed.
"You...you want to rip hearts from people with magic?" he asked.
"Yes…you see, if I am to make Snow White mine, then I need the means to defeat all the obstacles in my way. And inside a magical heart exists a star gem. If I could gain the star gems of her mouthy brats and force them to be my soldiers...then I would control the elements and nothing could stand in my way," Jekyll said, as he showed him a hologram of the star gems he knew existed inside of the Charming children.
"Then I will crush her husband myself and they will nary lift a finger to stop me," he added.
"I will not be a part of such evil!" he said, horrified by the level of horror that Jekyll was willing to go to.
"You will...or perhaps I will use the much cruder method I have for extracting hearts on your daughter!" Jekyll threatened.
"No...don't hurt Olivia. I'll do the work for you...but then you'll let us go!" Hiram demanded.
"Once these gloves do what I want...I'll have no use for either of you," Jekyll replied, as the other man went to work in reluctance.
~*~
Bobby appeared in Mr. Gold's basement potions lab and found him reading a spell book and sipping tea. There was a cocoa waiting for him.
"So...a dream?" Gold asked.
"More like a nightmare," he replied with a shudder and took a drink of his cocoa.
"But you think it's more...because a nightmare wouldn't bring you to me. Your parents comfort a nightmare, like Belle and I comfort Gideon. So...you must believe this is more," Gold surmised.
"I've never really had visions before…" Bobby said.
"Not in the traditional sense...no. But you were a baby when you projected yourself into the netherworld to protect your mother. Apollo and Artemis contacted you in the same netherworld," he said.
"And…Princess Serenity earlier," he added. He nodded curtly.
"Tell me about this nightmare," Gold requested.
"Uh well...it was in my parents courtyard, except the whole garden was dead, thanks to Runeard. But he was calling himself something else," Bobby replied.
"Most villains develop an alter ego of some kind," Gold commented. He nodded.
"He called himself Void...and he sucked the life out of everything he touched," Bobby said, as he swallowed thickly.
"Including my family," he added.
"Ah...and you are his polar opposite. The chosen bearer of the earth element and thus all elements," Gold said.
"Do...you think it was a vision of what is to come?" he asked.
"No...because the future is always in motion. Every time I thought I was certain of a future event, there was always something I was not seeing," Gold replied.
"For example, I saw your parents' true love as the key to bringing magic to a land without and that your sister would break the curse. But yet, I could not see that Belle was really alive," he said.
"I saw that I would find my son, but could not see that he would have a child with your sister," he added.
"The future is never what it seems, even if you are a seer. No, your nightmare was more of a warning. If anything, it gives us an advantage. You saw Runeard and how dangerous he really is without us first experiencing it, at least beyond the storms we have seen thus far," Gold said.
"If he can really do what he can in your nightmare...then out of control storms are just the tip of our problem," he said.
"So you think something showed me what he could do so I can stop him before he does it," Bobby replied.
"Yes...which is a far more useful gift than being a seer," Gold said.
"So what do we do now?" Bobby asked.
"You go home and tell your family about this. Someone like him will not confine himself to Pleasure Island for long and when he surfaces, we will be ready," Gold replied. Bobby nodded.
"Thanks Mr. Gold," he said.
"Anytime, my boy," he replied, as the teen used his magic to take himself home. Gold proceeded to go upstairs, for he knew Belle would be up soon and would be very interested to know about Bobby's revelation.
~*~
"You realize how risky this is?" the woman said, as she looked out her hotel room and to the National Mall below.
"It is...but for the chance to possess some of these treasures...it's a chance that must be taken," the man replied. They were two heads of the most powerful families in the world. He was Charles Ozman, one of the heads of the most powerful banks in the world and she was Ginger Reeves, of the affluent Reeves family that had leadership positions in many banks, hospital boards, and Universities.
"These rumored objects, if real, are worthless without a magical source. Are you sure they'll come?" she asked.
"Positive. They have made it known that they are going after us and we'll be ready to counter them when we get our hands on those treasures," he replied.
"Then...the sky's the limit to our power," she said.
~*~
"So...the attire for this thing is formal, as we expected," Aphrodite said, as they were in the war room, gaming out the evening.
"Of course...none of these people wear jeans and drink anything other than champagne," David quipped.
"You are such a farm boy," James teased.
"And proud of it," David countered, as Snow and Aphrodite shared an amused smile at their husbands and their bickering.
"Mom! Dad! I need to tell you something," Bobby said, as he came into the war room.
"Well good morning, sleepy head. I was beginning to wonder if you were going to get up before noon," Snow said.
"Yeah…I kind of fell asleep, because I had a nightmare last night. Except I think it was more than just a nightmare and so does Mr. Gold," he explained.
"What do you mean?" David asked.
"It was about King Runeard...and I think he might be more dangerous than we think," Bobby replied.
"Then you think your dream was more of a vision," Aphrodite said. He nodded.
"He has his own element...of sorts," Bobby replied.
"What does that mean?" James asked.
"It's hard to explain...do you think you can use your magic to help me describe it?" he asked his Aunt. She nodded and took his hands, concentrating on his thoughts. A life-like hologram projection of his thoughts came alive before them and they saw the horror for themselves.
"He...he did this?" Snow asked. Bobby nodded.
"He's the antithesis of the elements...he's…" Aphrodite said, as she tried to find the word.
"He called himself the Void," Bobby replied.
"Athena didn't mention anything about him having powers other than making the elements go haywire," David said.
"Which means this is likely something that happened while he was banished," Aphrodite replied.
"How do we defeat someone that can kill us with a touch?" Snow wondered.
"Mr. Gold is pretty sure my powers are the answer, because I have the earth element," Bobby said. Snow closed her eyes and sighed.
"You are not facing this alone, sweetheart," she said. He smiled.
"I know, Mom and I'm still going to DC with you and Dad. We can be back here in a second if we need to be," Bobby said.
"We can...and I've just received some updated Intel. This is one engagement we can't afford to miss," the Major interjected, as she came into the room.
"Why is that?" Snow asked.
"Because four other heads of the family will be joining Callista Stavros at this event," Patrocia announced.
"Wait...so you're saying we have an opportunity to take down five of these snakes at once?" David questioned.
"Exactly," she replied.
"That's a lot of snakes though. I think we better have a backup team on standby if needed," James said. They nodded in agreement.
"Wait...why so many in one public place? Didn't you say they avoid public appearances, especially together?" Snow asked.
"Yes...which means there must be a very good reason they are together and though I don't know what it is, we need to stop whatever it is they have planned," Patricia replied.
"And if we stop five of them at once, that means only five will remain," David said. She nodded.
"Then we should get ready to go...and be prepared for anything," Snow said. They nodded in agreement and continued to prepare.
~*~
Fandral dismounted his horse, following his morning rounds and observed his Knights training in the Courtyard. It was a normal morning in Andresia and thankfully quiet for the moment. Zorro arrived back from his patrol as well and dismounted, before siding up to Fandral.
"The perimeter is secure. No sign of that General Mendoza, but I doubt he has given up on breaching our borders," Zorro reported.
"I do not doubt it one bit...but with the event in Washington tonight, I am almost certain that he will be there; even if only to observe things from the shadows," Fandral said.
"Then you think this General may be the most dangerous of all these heads?" Zorro questioned.
"The Major was clear that he has military might behind him," he said.
"But we both know that you could easily take on an army of mortals without breaking a sweat. By yourself," Zorro reminded him.
"That is likely true...but these are merely soldiers following a commander, much like my own ranks. I would not wish to harm those that are either deceived or blindly following orders of an evil general," he said. Zorro nodded.
"Quite true...and his history may go back the furthest, being that his ancestor betrayed the Dragon King," he mentioned.
"Very much so, though we know that Clayton's son's mother is now one of these heads. It's unpredictable how she fits into this, but he claimed she has a prominent family line as well," Fandral said.
"Well…I say we are the logical choices to join the mission when they face Mendoza. They'll need a couple of military minds like us," Zorro replied. Fandral smiled.
"I am sure David will consult us for that mission surely," he agreed, as they made their way into the castle and parted ways, as the Asgardian found his way to his wife in the library. She was a vision, as usual, even in a simple house dress and his heart swelled, as he spotted the tiny swell in her abdomen.
"Good morning, my handsome warrior," she said, as she looked up from her book.
"Good morning, my beautiful angel," he replied, as he leaned down and kissed her lips.
"What are you reading today?" he asked curiously, as he squeezed into the chair with her.
"More of the fascinating history surrounding the Dragon King and Queen. I am reading about their advisor, Tao Lang Xi and his history as a member of the original tribe of Mu," she replied.
"He had a complicated history with the original General Mendoza, didn't he?" Fandral asked.
"Mmm...very much so. Antionio De Mendoza was a gifted Navigator and originally led Esteban, the Dragon King, to the Island of Mu. He wanted to massacre the people to gain the secrets of Cibola, but quickly realized that the secrets had little to do with the people and everything to do with the truest loves, which he had learned about from the Claytons, of course," she explained.
"And Tao became their adviser when he realized they could open the gates of Cibola?" he asked. She nodded.
"That wasn't all. He relinquished the sacred golden jar of his people to them. The legend was that the jar was the key to controlling the limitless supply of solar energy, which can be deployed from the tallest golden tower in Cibola," she said.
"A Solar reactor?" he asked. She nodded.
"That's what it sounds like...no wonder so many wanted to find it. It was more than just gold," she replied.
"So it seems...an endless supply of clean energy. But what would happen if used without this jar?" he asked.
"Disaster…" she said, as she showed him the next page, which depicted the consequences of using the power without the control mechanism," she said, as she showed him a drawing of what looked like a huge explosion.
"What happened to the jar? I don't recall there being any object like that in the Atlantis museum," he said.
"No one knows. Tao took it with him when he left home and it's not written what became of it," she replied.
"Very mysterious...you're right, it's a very fascinating story," he agreed, as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"My Queen...a Mr. Hyde is requesting an audience with Your Majesties," Bianca said, as she bowed to them curtly.
"Tell him we'll be right there," Rose said, as they stood up and joined hands, before they walked to the atrium.
"Hello Hyde," Rose said, as the tall man bowed curtly to her. She knew he still had feelings for her and his eyes always betrayed that, but she would never have to fear him, for he was always a gentleman. Unlike Jekyll, he had accepted that her heart belonged to Fandral and respectfully admired her from afar.
"I apologize for interrupting your day, but I am afraid I come at the behest of a colleague of mine," Hyde explained.
"Has something happened?" Fandral asked.
"Well…I'm not sure and with everything going on, the Sheriff's department has its hands full. So I elected to come request help from you instead," Hyde replied.
"Happy to help. What's the trouble?" Fandral asked.
"It's one of my colleagues. His name is Hiram Flaversham. He is a very gifted engineer and teaches at the University with me," Hyde replied, as he showed them a picture of him and a girl that was probably around Bobby's age.
"That's his daughter Olivia and they are both missing," he said in concern.
"Missing?" Rose asked in concern. He nodded.
"Since yesterday morning...and it's not like Hiram not to show up. If there was a reason he needed to miss work, he would call and his daughter did not show at school either," he replied.
"You care for them," Rose said. He nodded.
"Hiram has become a very good friend and Olivia is like a niece to me now. I am very worried," Hyde replied.
"Leave it to me and Zorro. We will investigate immediately and find them," Fandral assured.
"Thank you," Hyde said gratefully.
~*~
"We'll be fine, Mom," Emma assured, as she and Snow shared a hug.
"I know...but if things get out of hand or any storms break out, call us right away," she said.
"We will, but you do the same. If things get out of hand...call us in for backup," Leo said.
"Don't worry...we're not going to take any chances," David said, as he hugged them too. They were already dressed in their formal wear, with Snow in a white evening gown. David and James donned a pair of tuxes, while Aphrodite wore a reddish orange evening gown. Bobby wore a tux, complete with complaints as well and Patricia wore a pantsuit. Rumple and Regina were joining them on this one as well for extra firepower. Rumple refused to wear a tux and instead wore his usual suit and Regina wore a black evening gown. Finally, Natalie was also joining him, along with Xander and Thalia.
"Are you sure you're up to this? You're getting further along," David said worriedly.
"That's why my mom and our dad are coming, just in case. Besides, an exhibit full of supposedly mystical treasures? I have to see this," Natalie replied.
"Okay...just stay close," he said. She and Snow shared a smile.
"You were right...he is way overprotective," Natalie said.
"Yeah...but it's adorable," Snow replied in a dreamy tone.
"And you are his baby sister...get used to it," she added, as she joined her husband and they created a portal. With that, the current team walked through, while the others stayed behind on standby...
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