The Invisible (Jelsa)

Chapter XXXVII

The day that Heimdall never thought would arrive came in the year 1906 the castle was quiet and empty. Well, not quite, but it was certainly a couple decibels lower than usual. Heimdall tugged nervously on his nice uniform which pressed uncomfortably against his neck, and Aoife appeared in a brilliant gown.

"You're a king, now." She murmured with a twinkle in her eye.

"I suppose I am." He agreed, the reality sinking in for the first time. Heimdall Frost was king.

If only for two weeks.

Jack was off 'winter-izing' the world, but he had taken most of the family to show them how it worked. Elsa was the first to join, and pretty much every magical child joined, along with one or two just along for the different places.

Heimdall had stayed behind for quite a few reasons. Firstly, he had zero interest in discovering the whole process because he was quite sure that he would not take over that job ever. It was Azura who could fly and was the most apt at it. It had been he who had figured out why she had received his more spiritual genes. After must speculation, he had gone back and looked at the star charts on the night of her birth.

"She was born during a full moon, and we all know dad's friendship with it." He had pointed out, and much to his surprise, everyone accepted such as truth. It was the most feasible answer, of course.

Secondly, Elsa had pointed out that it would be good practice, reminding him the fragility of everything- that his mother would not be around forever.

It wasn't more than a moment of sitting in his father's chair when there was a violent snow gust that rattled the windows.

"Odin, what has she done now." Aoife asked, covering her face in her hands. Without a doubt, it was their eldest daughter Sarafina. She was 11 now, and had a nasty temper. The villagers knew to expect the surprise snowing, sometimes even in June, that would last less than ten minutes. She was powerful and had very little control of her powers when she became angry.

Heimdall began to stand, but his wife pushed him back down.

"You're a king, dear. I'll deal with her." She said.

"You won't understand her like I will. If anyone arrives, I'm sure you can deal just find with them." He assured, getting up despite her protests. He found Sarafina in the courtyard with the whole area engulfed in ice. He tried not to slip as he mad his way to where she was sitting in the middle with her head in her knees. By now, the snow had stopped.

"While it's pretty, I don't think it can stay." Heimdall said, bending down.

"It's ugly and I hate it." Sarafina sniffled.

"Come now. The ice can be pretty. Although i think we'd better un-melt it before the trees die." He said softly. Sarafina shook her head firmly. Heimdall sighed and undid the damage himself, and then went to where she was still creating an ice patch beneath where she sat.

"What's the matter?" He asked, sitting next to her.

"I wanted to make a female snowman for Olaf, I feel he gets lonely. But I couldn't make it alive, no matter what I did!" She said, throwing up her hands.

"When Grandma made Olaf, she didn't know how she did it." Heimdall tried to say to make her feel better, "I don't know if it can be replicated."

"You say I'm one of the most powerful, though!" Sarafina said, glaring.

"I did. But it was a miracle she did that at all. I wouldn't be too hard on yourself." Heimdall said, "I've never made an animated snow creature."

"I don't think you're powerful enough, dad." She said bitterly.