No, this new feeling in her gut is nothing to worry about. She had been crowned and then accepted as Snow Queen on her return to the city. She was revealed, and yet had acquired control of her abilities.

Despite the drama of the last few weeks all is right in the world once more. The newest Queen of Arendelle brushes it aside, merely one of her ever less frequent paranoid thoughts.

вЂњSend an expedition to the surface, and gather the academics, find out what has caused this.вЂќ King Triton commands, one powerful flex of his tail bringing him from his rest on the throne to towering above the court, his gaze solemn and concerned. The more magically trained Mermen among his court quiet in the same moment as he is drawn into his own thoughts, and like a current the silence washes over the rest of those present, the sudden stillwater of the Mermagicians and their King drawing attention and silence. Triton looked up towards the surface, beyond his sight stood the stars yet even without being able to see them he Knew. Pockets of seawater that had appeared untouched, foreign shores encroaching into his domain suddenly, and worse than that. Not all of it was responding to his command, he could feel it through his trident. Ignoring the likely important report from his most trusted advisor Sebastian, he instead reached out mentally towards the implement of his office. The King sits on his throne, brooding, trident in hand. It sounds utterly dreadful.вЂќД¬oncerning at the very least, a bad precedent to begin his reign with. As harsh as the Outlands but with more sand. A new land, practically a desert from what IвЂ™ve heard. вЂњAnd what is there now then? A gaping void?вЂќ Replaced!вЂќ He reports dutifully, and Simba's face hardens with concern. Absolutely vanished, like a clawful of grubs in lunging distance of that warthog friend of yours. What is this news?вЂќ The newly crowned king frowns, sinking onto his haunches and focusing on the little blue hornbill. IвЂ™ve enough problems without my steward flying himself half to death. вЂњMy King My king! Horrible news!вЂќ SimbaвЂ™s majordomo calls, flying into view and landing. The new King looks out from Pride Rock at the savannah, breathing in the unique scent of his Home and shaking out his mane. The rains had returned, with the death of the Kinslaying Scar the Pridelands had begun itвЂ™s long path to recovery. The two burst out of the thorny undergrowth to find themselves in a brightly lit verdant clearing facing a startled looking lady-in-waiting pausing mid-song with a bluebird on her arm. A faint rumble and the sound of half a tree falling in the woods. вЂњJust follow my instructions and you will be! Now come on, letвЂ™s go check out this вЂWitchвЂ™.вЂќ Phillip grins and dives through the underbrush, using his sword to cleave aside wayward thorns.ДЄlas, the two boys tragic backstory is interrupted, and their meeting with fate shoved off the rails as the land itself seems to shift. You are so brave Phillip, I wish I was as brave as you.вЂќ The younger boy says in obvious hero worship. His wild flailing against the air meeting nothing of course. Come on, donвЂ™t be a chicken.вЂќ The elder says, drawing a wooden sword from his belt вЂњBesides if this Witch does exist IвЂ™ll just smack her with this sword! Show her what a true Knight is made of! Hi-yah!вЂќ вЂњOh donвЂ™t be silly Felix, the Witch is nothing but an old bedtime story to scare us. вЂњI donвЂ™t think we should be hereвЂ¦вЂќ The younger of the two says вЂњMy father says even true Knights fear the forest and the Witch within.вЂќ The caws of ravens replacing them, and a cold chill makes the boys pause and shiver, looking around finally. Thorns and vines strangle the pale trees and the melodic singing of songbirds fades. Golden eyes glow from amidst the undergrowth, following the two boys as the sky seems to darken and the vibrant green forest slowly merges into a darker shade. The birds sing, their high tweeting merging into a melodic chorus as the two young boys bounce through the grass, their excited conversation blissfully ignorant of the gnarled trees and deathly aura of the forest ahead of them.

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