Sequel to 'Frozen'.
A mysterious, handsome stranger comes to stay at Arendelle Castle. While some people are suspicious of him, Queen Elsa is drawn to this young man - he reminds her of herself. But she has no idea of the shadows that have been cha...
Elsa didn't see much of Alex the following week, though she sometimes heard more talk about him. For some reason she found herself disappointed whenever a whole day passed by without her catching so much of a glimpse of him. Maybe it was his seriousness, or his thoughtful mind, or his quiet dignity, but she saw something in him that reminded her of herself.
One day, Alex approached her directly. It was late morning, and Elsa had been standing in the outer courtyard, enjoying the sun sparkling off of the snow around her. She was wearing a gray dress with spidery royal blue embroidery and a beautiful white cloak.
"Queen Elsa?"
She turned immediately at the familiar voice. "Yes, Alex?"
He looked into her eyes and shifted nervously. "I was wondering...could you maybe...I know it's probably too much to ask...and I'm just a servant...but.."
"Yes?" she prompted.
"Could you maybe take me to see your ice castle? I've heard about how you created it while you were in self-exile, and I've always longed to see what it looks like." He looked up at her like a hopeful child.
"My ice castle," Elsa said dreamily. She hadn't realized how much she missed it until Alex mentioned it. "I would like to see it again."
"Could we do so? Possibly even today?"
Thoughtfully, Elsa rubbed her chin. "I guess so. We'll have to take fast horses though, if we hope to make it back by nightfall."
"Oh, don't worry about me," Alex said, smiling eagerly. "Bronze Wind, my mount, is very swift."
"Alright then. We'll head off as soon as I gather adequate supplies," Elsa said, striding towards the castle with excitement rising in her chest.
Just like that? a little voice in her head whispered. Since when have you become so quick to follow the whims of your servants?
I really want to see my castle again, she mentally argued back. Taking Alex is just an excuse.
If you say so...
~*~*~
Within thirty minutes Elsa, Alex, and Johan, one of her most trusted and powerful guards, rode out of the castle yard. Elsa led them down to a shore where there were no docks, just sand directly meeting the blue-green water. The men drew up their horses and waited while Elsa urged hers forward. She thrust her hand forwards and a low bridge of ice began to form with a loud crackling sound. It stretched out across to the other side into the distance.
"Will it hold?" Alex couldn't help but ask.
"It should." Elsa's eyes were a steely, determined blue.
Together, the three of them rode across the ice bridge. It held.
When they reached the other side Elsa looked back and waved her hand dismissively. The bridge gave a great groan and melted into the sea. When she turned back around she noticed Alex staring at the spot where the bridge had previously been.
"Onwards," she said with a smile, urging her horse past Alex's halted one.
By the time they reached the ice castle, it was late afternoon. The sky had become overcast, and the wind had picked up. Johan shivered at its icy bite.
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