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The Coming Storm

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The fjord shrank in the distance, and Arendelle became a speck on the horizon. Inga felt invigorated, holding Henry's hand. As they walked around the ship, she smiled, hearing her brother calling out commands to the crew.

As she began to relax and enjoy the voyage, dark clouds rose on the horizon in the west, and the waves grew larger. She looked around for Henry, but couldn’t find him, and the captain was suddenly unfamiliar, and none of the voices she heard around her were voices she recognized. Searching the ship up and down, she finally found a room at the bottom of the ship. The door locked behind her as she went in.

“Let me out!” she yelled, her voice catching in her throat.

“Admit your crimes, and you’ll get out!” a strange voice shouted.

The ship’s motion grew more and more violent, and she felt overcome with a feeling of seasickness.

Inga woke up suddenly, feeling like the room was still moving, though she could see in the evening light that she was in her own bedroom in Arendelle. The room felt like it was swaying even though the dream was over, and she ran as quickly as she could to her bathroom, barely making it in time.

As she sat feeling miserable and sorry for herself, she heard a knock at her door. “Your Highness?” she heard Gerda call out.

Inga took a moment to clean herself up a bit, and walked over, opening the door just a crack. “Yes, Gerda?” she asked.

“Dinner is in a few minutes, and your mother sent me to see if you need help getting ready.”

“Oh… and where is Oline?” she asked.

“Oline is taking care of some things in the laundry. That’s why your mother sent me.”

“Of course. Who will be at dinner?” Inga asked.

“Just family,” Gerda told her.

“Tell them I’m not feeling well,” Inga replied. “I think I'll be going to bed.”

“Very well,” Gerda replied, “good night, then.”

***

Anna looked around the dinner table. The youngest children, as usual, had eaten in the nursery and were now in bed, but Sofia had started joining the rest of them at dinner now. Anton and Peder both focused on eating, but Frederick was eyeing the empty spot where Inga would normally be sitting. Gerda had checked on her, and she was still unwell.

“How have you been doing, Frederick?” Anna asked.

“Well enough,” he shrugged. “Let me know if you need my help with anything. I don’t have much to do until I leave for Corona, now.”

“When is that?” Anna asked, trying to hide her worry, since she knew it annoyed Frederick, and Kristoff had been reminding her that he needed to be allowed to try this, at least.

“Their classes start in January, so I suppose I'll leave after Christmas.”

Anna swallowed and forced a smile. “I’m glad you did so well on the exam, Frederick. I’m sure your father and I can find things for you to help with until then, especially since I would like to lighten Inga’s work. She seems exhausted.”

“I think she’s spending too much time writing letters,” Frederick muttered under his breath.

“What do you mean?” Anna asked.

“Oh, you know. It’s been almost two months since Henry was here, and I’m not sure there’s been a day when they haven’t written to each other.”

“Well, yes, of course,” Anna nodded.

“She certainly wasn’t exhausted when he was here,” Sofia commented. “How much dancing did they do?”

“Sofia,” Kristoff interrupted, “Do you like your tutors?”

Sofia nodded, taking a bite of food. “It’s more interesting with them than the governess. She’s nice enough, of course, but I’m not sure if she knows very much beyond reading and arithmetic. I think I’d like to play piano, though.”

Anna smiled at this. “Is the old piano teacher still in town, Frederick?”

“I’m pretty sure he left for the conservatory in Bergen,” Frederick said.

“I’ll ask around,” Kristoff suggested. “The trade guild people are always talking about their accomplished children, so I’m sure they know some piano teachers.”

“Why doesn’t Frederick teach me?” Sofia asked.

“I’ll be gone next year,” Frederick protested.

“That’s next year,” Sofia said. “Papa can find someone else next year.”

“Frederick, you just said you had nothing to do,” Kristoff reminded him.

As dinner finished, the children ran off to the library for games, and Anna and Kristoff took their time.

“Do you think we should check on Inga?” Kristoff asked.

“I’m sure she’s fine, but I’ll stop by,” Anna said as they left the dining room for the servants to clean up.

Kristoff went on to catch up with the children in the library, and Anna walked up to Inga’s room.

She knocked lightly. “Inga?” she called through the door.

There was some commotion on the other side, and she heard a groan and some footsteps approaching the door. “What is it?” Inga asked, opening the door.

“We missed you at dinner.”

“Sorry,” Inga apologized, staring blankly.

“Well, you are exhausted, aren’t you?” Anna said sympathetically, instinctively putting the back of her hand to her daughter’s forehead. “You don’t have a fever at least, but please just get back to bed. I’m sorry I woke you. You can sleep in tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Mama,” Inga said as she went back into her room, closing the door behind her. Anna took a deep breath, realizing she couldn’t remember the last time Inga had called her ‘Mama’ instead of ‘Mother.’

***

Inga fell back asleep after her mother left. She had yet more strange dreams. She was having so many strange dreams. It felt like she was going back and forth between being so exhausted she instantly fell asleep, and being stuck in an in-between state of neither being rested nor feeling any energy.

She couldn’t remember if she had written to Henry, and since she was awake now, she grabbed some paper and a pen and began writing.

October 6th, 1865

Dear Henry,

I seem to be working myself too hard. That’s what my mother has told me several times. Now I seem to be sick, and I just hope that I’m better soon. There is so much left to do before the Harvest Festival, and I want to push myself just a little harder and get through this, but I know that I should rest so that I’m actually well enough next month for the celebrations.

I hope you’ll be taking a steamship back here when you visit, because I have to admit it was frustrating knowing just how long it took you to get back to Corona, especially knowing that every minute until you returned is another minute they won’t give us approval to get married.

I don’t mean to sound so negative, though. Frederick has passed his examination. I forget if I mentioned that before, so he will be traveling to Corona after Christmas. Perhaps I can visit Corona then, as well.

I’m looking forward to seeing you again.

Love,

Inga

Inga went to the window and opened it, whispering her usual greeting to the wind spirit before releasing the letter. There was a bit of a chill in the air, but it felt rather nice. She hadn’t realized how warm her room was, so she left the window open as she went back to bed.

***

Henry sat at his window, the glow of the city spread out below. He had sent three letters since the last letter from Inga, and as much as he knew she had quite a lot going on, part of him worried. As if to answer his question, the wind rattled on his window, and a letter landed on his desk mere seconds after he opened the window.

Smiling as he saw the writing on the outside, he quickly sat down and opened it up to read, but frowned as he saw that Inga hadn’t been feeling well. Helpless to do anything for her right now, he wanted to hold her. He thought of the wildflowers in the meadow. He wasn’t sure what they were, but they were nothing like anything he had seen in Corona. He grabbed his sketchbook and drew what he could remember of that meadow, with the trees along the edges, and the shade where they sat. Inga sitting by the tree, so proper, and yet, he knew… he had committed every detail of her to his memory. He could draw her any way he wanted, but he would draw her in the riding dress for this.

He took the drawing of the meadow out of his sketchbook, signed his name in the corner, and carefully folded it up. On another sheet of paper, he jotted down a quick note.

October 6th, 1865

Dear Inga,

I’m so sorry that you’re not feeling well. I was beginning to worry when I hadn’t heard from you. Please take care! I’ll see you soon.

Love,

Henry

He frowned. When could he leave for the festival? All of the formal letters for an official engagement had been signed. He wanted to rush to Inga’s side now, to help her feel better. Could he simply tell his parents that he was going and leave on the next ship out? Perhaps he would.

***

Henry had barely slept that night, trying to decide if he should just declare that he was taking the next ship to Arendelle, or if he was going to ask when he could travel. It shouldn’t have been such a decision. He had already mentioned wanting to leave at the end of the month, so this was not a difficult question.

It was finally morning, and his parents and sister were sitting together having breakfast.

“Henry, are you joining us?” Hilde asked.

“Yes, of course,” he replied, sitting down and helping himself.

“I was thinking…” he began.

“Indeed?” Hilde smirked.

“Hilde,” their mother said as a warning.

“Sorry, go on,” his sister replied.

“Well, when is the next ship going to Arendelle?” he asked.

“Of course,” Hilde chuckled, immediately stuffing a roll into her mouth to avoid saying whatever was on her mind.

“I haven’t checked,” his mother said, looking at his father.

“Aren’t they going twice a week now?” his father asked. “Mondays and Thursdays, maybe?”

“Today is Saturday,” Henry said. “Could I go Monday?”

“The day after tomorrow?” his father asked. “I suppose James can deal with that.”

“Does Inga know you’re coming sooner?” his mother asked.

“Um, no, I wanted to surprise her,” he said. “But she knows I’m hoping to come to the festival.”

“I hope she likes surprises,” his mother replied.

***

It was late Saturday night, and Inga had fallen asleep early. She was awoken by a rattling at the window. She took a moment to realize what she was hearing, and finally walked over to see some leaves swirling around outside. It was Gale. Inga was still in enough of a muddle that she momentarily forgot how to unlatch the window, and a blast of freezing night air greeted her when she finally opened it, but she wasn’t surprised that a letter fell into her hands.

October 7th, 1865

Dear Inga,

I will be leaving for the fall festival this week, and I’ll be bringing along a letter signed by my grandfather giving us permission. I hope that will be enough for the council. I’m looking forward to seeing this festival, because you told me so much about last year’s, and I don’t want to miss it.

I miss you more, of course. I’ll be dreaming of you.

Good night,

Love,

Henry

Inga read the letter several times over.

Her mother had told her that she needed to stop working so hard with planning the festival and rest for a few days. The previous year’s festival had been the first one that Inga herself had put work into, although, of course, she had assisted her mother most years going back to when she had been perhaps eight or nine years old. It was an enjoyable occasion to plan for, because unlike parties, there were lots of excuses to blend into the background helping with one thing or another, and she didn’t have to worry about being the center of attention.

Not like with a wedding. Even then, that would be a few hours to endure, and then they would be married.

Inga drifted off into a pleasant sleep, dreaming of Henry, as he probably was dreaming of her. She woke once to a brief rain storm, then drifted off to sleep again, though her dreams weren’t quite as pleasant this time.

***

Inga looked up at the church in front of her. It was the familiar chapel of Arendelle castle, where the Royal Family made their customary appearance every Sunday when they were in town. Their mother, after all, was officially considered the head of the church. Inga had never quite understood why her mother was considered the head of the church, when the bishop made all of the decisions, and in many ways had power over their own family. As their mother often pointed out when Inga asked too many questions, the bishop was a good man, and he was on their side when others weren’t. Inga kept this in mind, and did her best to keep her doubts to herself.

This time, the church was packed, almost more crowded than it was on major holy days. They were all looking at her. She looked ahead and saw Henry standing up at the front of the church, along with the Bishop, and realized this was her wedding. She looked around, and realized she was on her own, though. Wasn’t her father supposed to walk her down the aisle? And where was her mother?

When she looked around again, it was obvious that this wasn’t the chapel in Arendelle at all, but the chapel in Corona that she had sat in the year before when Henry and his sister had been invested at their Coronation upon their eighteenth birthday.

The King of Corona, Henry’s grandfather, stepped up next to her.

“Where is everyone?” Inga whispered.

“Everyone is here,” he replied.

“But where is my family?”

“What do you mean? You eloped here with Henry. You’re lucky Arendelle hasn’t declared war on us.”

“Wait, what?”

The church bell was ringing outside as Inga woke with a start. Of course, it was Sunday morning. What did the dream even mean? Why would they elope? Of course, she and Henry had joked about it, but there was no reason to elope. They had his grandfather’s permission, and it was merely a matter of getting everything else planned for the wedding. Real planning could happen soon enough, though she was beginning to see the wisdom of waiting a little longer.

***

Anna looked over the letters. Two were from nobles from the provinces, who had questions relating to the Royal Council issues. They would probably need to convene the council again soon, since there were so many issues to discuss. Once official permission for the engagement came from Corona, the royal council of Arendelle could officially recognize the engagement, and they could set a date and begin planning. That would make Inga happy, even if she accepted waiting until the following summer. Anna was also fairly certain that Inga would rather that the succession issue be dropped officially. Perhaps the council would finally agree to that. As Inga herself had mentioned, surely they wouldn’t want the line of succession blending in with Corona’s. That always created complications, anyway.

Another letter was from Admiral Sorensen about the cadets Arendelle would be sending to the Naval Academy of Corona. Frederick would get his interest in the navy out of his system soon enough, she hoped. Kristoff seemed to think that Sorensen had hand-picked Frederick as a possible successor as admiral, which would assume that he wasn’t first in line of succession for the crown, so hopefully Sorensen had a back-up plan. Frederick was still young. Her other children were even younger, and she couldn’t possibly start planning out their futures.

She hoped Inga felt better soon enough.

Inga had been looking tired for several days now. She had been visiting Isabel, who was still recovering from what was, by all accounts, a very difficult birth. Anna had visited their home once, and she had also made sure that the castle guards were ensuring that Captain Olsen could spend as much time as he needed to with his wife and new child.

Halima had, of course, been quite busy, and Anna had learned that she was looking to hire more people to help with Hudson’s Hearth so that she didn’t need to be doing quite as much work there. Their youngest ward, Meibel, helped quite a lot, but Kate and Edith had never been particularly interested, and Halima would never pressure them into helping.

There was a knock at the study door.

“Come in,” Anna called out. “Kristoff?”

“You sound surprised to see me here.”

Anna laughed. “No, no, just, it’s Sunday, and you went to the trouble of cleaning up and showing up to church, I figured that you would take the rest of the day for other things.”

“How has Inga been? I thought I’d see her today.”

“No, I haven’t seen her today, either. She wasn’t at church, but she did go to bed early last night because she hasn’t been feeling well. Though as busy as she’s been with the festival planning and helping Isabel, I’m not that surprised. She needs to rest sometime.”

“How is Isabel doing? I haven’t seen Captain Olsen around very much.”

“Better,” Anna said. “And Inga tells me that the baby is quite pretty.”

Kristoff nodded.

“She still does seem to be intent on getting married, even with everything she’s doing around here, though at least she seems happy to wait until next summer now.”

“Does she really have to move if she gets married?” Kristoff asked.

“I don’t know for sure, but it wouldn’t be something they could just decide on a whim. These things will need to be negotiated. The council made that much clear, I thought.”

“I hope she understands,” Kristoff said.

Anna nodded, looking at the papers spread across the desk again.

“So,” Anna said, changing the subject, “Frederick passed the examination for the Naval Academy in Corona.”

“I know,” Kristoff chuckled. “I was meeting with some of the Trade Guilds when he and his friends came into Hudson’s Hearth to celebrate.”

“It sounds like it was quite an event, then. The rest of us were having a quiet dinner.”

Kristoff smiled. “I think Frederick and I were both trying to pretend we weren’t at the same place, but I was happy for him.”

Anna smiled. Kristoff went to put some more wood in the fireplace, and sat down across from her at the desk.

“So, have you started making plans for this wedding that isn’t officially happening yet?”

Anna shook her head. “The Bishop did come to speak with me after the meeting in August, and he said that whenever it’s approved, we can name the date to have the chapel.”

“I hope both of them know what they’re getting into.”

“I think that’s part of why Inga has started accepting the idea of waiting until next summer. I know it’s not that much time, but it’s enough for her to really consider things.”

Kristoff nodded. “I’m pretty sure Henry doesn’t have the first clue about scheming, at least.”

Anna shifted in her seat.

“Sorry,” Kristoff added, glancing over.

“No, that’s a valid point,” Anna assured him.

It had begun raining at some point since Kristoff had come in, and the gentle sound of rain on the window plus the new log on the fire beginning to crackle were the only sounds in the room now.

“What if we had gotten married that summer, when I was eighteen?”

Kristoff looked over. “Things would have been different, that’s for sure.”

“I know.”

“I would have been fine with everything. I hope I’ve always been clear enough about that.”

“I’ve never questioned that,” Anna said, smiling.

“I was- Last year, I mean to say, I was talking with him… after he knew the truth. I told him as much. That boy was afraid that I was going to blame him for everything that happened.”

“He was worried about the same thing when I spoke with him. I wish that we had been able to speak more. Once everything was in motion, though, it would have been odd to change our minds.”

“I know. The position was… it’s not what I would have chosen.”

They sat across from each other at the desk for a little while.

“Kristoff, I wouldn’t have asked you to do that, you know, marrying me back then. Well, I didn’t ask you. I could have, and it would have been convenient in some ways, I suppose.” Anna looked at a bookshelf, as if she were looking for some specific volume, but her eyes weren’t really focused.

“I hate to ask this, but was anyone else you met on your tour a candidate? It’s been nearly twenty-two years now, you can be honest.”

“Nobody,” Anna quickly replied. “I know enough to know that more than a few were interested in me at the time. But none of them were you. Who knows, though, if you had run off before I returned to Arendelle, perhaps I would have written to the Crown Prince of Maldonia…”

“Isn’t that the father of the prince that Inga hated so much?”

“Oh, that one, yes. His father wasn’t too terrible, as far as I can remember. Very matter of fact, though, but I think that’s what I would have wanted at that point.”

“So, if I had disappeared, you could be enjoying warm weather and abundant citrus fruit right now.”

“I’ll take a little cold weather, thank you very much.”

***

As Sunday morning turned into afternoon, Inga had another dream, the memory of which evaporated as soon as she heard her maid Oline putting some things away in her dresser.

“What time is it, Oline?” Inga asked.

“It’s afternoon, Your Highness, but please don’t mind me. I had no intention of waking you.”

“I really need to get up,” Inga sighed.

“You’re not well. Please just rest.”

“Do you think I should have the doctor come this week?” Inga asked.

“I think that might be a good idea, but also… Please don’t take this the wrong way, but there has been some talk…”

“Talk?” Inga asked.

“I’ve told them you worked yourself too hard, but you know how those girls in the laundry are. Even with the dressing down about gossiping they got after your party… I can only imagine how bad it would be without the fear of getting sent away…” Oline trailed off.

“What are they talking about, exactly?”

“The fact that they usually shut up when I arrive, I can’t tell you very much, but they say some awful things.”

“Well, I suppose they’ll do that,” Inga sighed, resigned after the rumors she had heard about her birthday party.

“You don’t care what they’re saying about you?”

“I… I care, but, well… It's me. I shouldn’t be surprised if they’re talking about me.”

“It really doesn’t bother you?”

“Why should it? I suppose if Henry believed whatever it was, it would be a problem.”

“Do you think he’s heard the rumors?”

“He already knows there are rumors. He says he hears worse in Corona, anyway.”

“That sounds horrible,” Oline said. “But, yes, you should rest. If you’re still not feeling well, I’ll pass on a note to the doctor. I’m sure he will figure out what’s wrong with you. Lots of things can cause this sort of thing, you know.”

“This sort of thing?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Oline insisted. “There are girls who need to worry, but you’re a good sort.”

Inga stopped herself from asking Oline’s meaning. She had an idea, and she wouldn’t contradict her.

“Thank you, Oline. I think I’ll go ahead and rest some more.”

***

Later in the day, Anna walked into the library to find General Mattias and Admiral Sorensen sitting by the fire.

“Good morning, General, Admiral,” she greeted them, smiling.

“Good morning, your Majesty. We were just discussing your son's upcoming enrollment at the Academy in Corona.”

Anna forced herself to smile. “Yes, I’ve heard he got very high marks on the entrance exam.”

Sorensen smiled. “He also performed extremely well last spring on the training mission. The boy has a knack for this.”

“Yes, I suppose it will keep him occupied,” Anna said.

“Admiral?” General Mattias said. “Perhaps we should save this discussion for later.”

“No, no, it’s fine, really,” Anna insisted. “I still think of him as a young boy… and he is next in line, but since I seem to be in good health, we should probably give him something useful to do.”

“Do you really think the council will reject the succession bill?” Admiral Sorensen asked.

“They haven’t acted on it in over a year,” Anna said. “If they haven’t decided at this point, I can’t imagine they will now.”

“I suppose there is that,” the Admiral agreed. “If this engagement goes through, most of the council members object to the line of succession being shared with that of Corona.”

“For the record, Inga has expressed her desire not to change the succession.”

“At this point, unfortunately, I think her opinion on the matter is not something many members of the council care about,” General Mattias sighed.

“I have noticed that,” Anna said.

“If you allow me to give my candid opinion, Your Majesty?”

“I hope that you always do so, Admiral,” Anna replied.

“Of course,” the Admiral assured her. “Within the bounds of politically expedient politeness, of course.”

“Go on, then,” Anna prodded.

“I’ve heard a few saying they would like to wait to decide until, perhaps, a year or two after any marriage. Corona retains the preference for the male line, so if they have a boy-”

“This is my daughter we’re talking about here, Admiral. You should just be glad that Kristoff isn’t joining us for this meeting.”

“In my opinion, I think they should decide now, regardless of any marriage,” the Admiral insisted. “I will admit some bias for Frederick remaining free to pursue a naval career, if that is what he wishes. You asked me to be candid, Your Majesty.”

“I did ask for that, yes,” Anna said. “And I wish they simply would decide on the matter so we can get on with things. I regret ever bringing up the idea.”

“Shall we discuss the new ship coming from the American ship builder, then?” the Admiral asked. “Ambassador Nilsen has told me some very encouraging things about the negotiation.”

Anna agreed. “Yes, it sounds like it will be a good deal for everyone.”

Sorensen chuckled. “After the last ambassador abandoned his post, I have to admit I wasn’t very optimistic about the replacement, but the young man seems to be taking the role seriously.”

Mattias nodded. “Anna, I have to say, you showed some real judgment of character with that one.”

Anna did her best to smile. She was quite certain that neither Mattias nor Sorensen knew of Lars’s true identity, and she hoped to keep it that way, as much as Mattias in particular was a dear family friend. She knew that Mattias meant well, only the best, with his comment, but it hurt to think about.

“He does seem to be doing well,” Anna agreed. “And I believe the ship builders are making good progress?”

Sorensen smiled. “The ship is to arrive in Arendelle next summer, and the ship builder is quite eager to become a regular supplier to Arendelle. I’ve seen their plans, and they’re quite good.”

“Now that we’ve settled that,” Anna said, “I think I would like to go into town and see how the festival preparations are going.”

“Will Inga be coming along?” Mattias asked.

“She hasn’t been feeling well the last few days, unfortunately, but I’ll ask Frederick if he would like to come along.”

“I’m sorry to hear about Inga, but Frederick is always welcome company,” Mattias said.

***

“Inga?” Frederick called through the crack in her door.

“Come in!” Inga called out.

“It’s after lunchtime, and you’re still in bed?” Frederick asked.

“I’m feeling a little better, I promise,” Inga insisted.

“You’re not going to be like Mother now, are you?”

“What do you mean by that?” Inga asked.

“Getting sick like that, you know.”

“Mother is quite healthy these days, Frederick. She hasn’t been sick in a long time.”

“Oh, I know it’s not all the time, but often enough. Remember last fall? And a few weeks later you were sick, too.”

Inga realized he was talking about the time right after Lars’s wedding. She had asked her mother why she hadn’t gone, assuming she was friends with Mrs. Nilsen like Aunt Elsa was. She had been mystified at the time, but a short time later, she realized exactly why her mother had reacted so strangely.

“I don’t know about Mother, but I had a headache,” Inga insisted.

“Fine, but there was the year before when Mother was sick around my birthday.”

“No, that year she was sick in January, not December. Don’t you remember Father coming back early from visiting the ice fields? You must be thinking of your twelfth birthday.”

“You’re right, that was the birthday when she was sick. It was before the spring when Karl was born.”

“So? Lots of people get sick in the winter.”

“But I remember some of the times it was in the fall. Father was always worried, don’t you remember?”

“Father had reason to worry then, you know, Frederick, it’s not-” Inga pushed a thought from her head. “Anyway, that’s different.”

“Fine, then,” Frederick said. “Just, take care of yourself?”

“So, is that all? Giving me a hard time about being sick? I promise I’ll send for the doctor this week if I’m still not feeling well.”

“No, sorry about giving you a hard time. I just wanted to let you know that everyone missed you in town today.”

“Everyone?” Inga asked.

“Well, the General, and the Admiral, and Renata, and…”

“Is Renata in town this week? I am sorry I didn’t get to see her.”

“She was talking with Halima about opening up a spa resort just outside of town. She just finished helping with one up along the way to Bergen, you know.”

“Oaken has several of those, I know,” Inga replied.

“Halima will be setting up the restaurant.”

“Has she hired a new cook yet?” Inga asked.

“She’s been trying out a few, Meibel tells me,” Frederick replied.

“You’re going to miss that, aren’t you?”

“Hudson’s, yeah,” Frederick said.

“Meibel is going to miss you, that’s for sure,” Inga laughed.

“You think so?”

***

“I have everything ready,” James announced. “The official letter with permission from your grandfather is in the trunk on top. I will be sure it is in a clear place when I unpack in Arendelle.”

“Thank you, James,” Henry said. “I know it’s sudden. Now, my parents insist on coming with me to the harbor, so if you can go with the bags in the wagon, I think I’ll be walking.”

“Very good, Your Highness,” James nodded.

Henry walked down to the gate where his parents were waiting. Hilde was there, too. They began walking silently, Henry trying not to fidget or rush ahead.

“Please tell us if you make any plans while you’re gone,” his mother said when they were about halfway down the hill.

“I’m pretty sure the plan is for next summer now,” Henry said. “But I’ll let you know as soon as we set a date.”

“Good,” his father said. “No more surprises, please?”

#prince of two realms #frozen fanfic #kristanna #tangled fanfiction #OC Inga #1865 #chapter 19

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