Preview of Chapter 28 at the end


"You sent for me Senator?" Captain Daniel Turner and his Exexcutive Officer entered the room where Nathaniel Tallmadge resided in his stay at the castle. Both men, along with the Senator were invited to the ceremonies, though the wedding itself was still a couple of hours away. Being naval officers, they were accustomed to rise early, but found that the elder American civil servant had beaten them by at least an hour.

He offered them to sit down and as he pulled a third chair from behind the desk he was using to sit by the American officers. "Care for some tea or coffee?", both officers respectfully shook their heads. "Yes Daniel, I am pleased to say that Queen Elsa has accepted my offer and plans to use some of the services afforded to her of the Constitution. She still plans to traverse the Atlantic in the Eagle using Snow Queen as an escort, but I persuaded her to allow us to also act as her protector."

Nodding, Captain Turner replied, "Excellent news Senator. Is there anything else we can do for her?"

"Not really, I offered her entire retinue full berth and board on the Constitution, but she declined. She did request that we break off escorting once their ships reach American territorial waters off Florida."

"So she plans to take the trade winds all the way to the Gulf of Mexico?"

Senator Tallmadge nodded, "Apparently she plans to sail up the Missisippi River with the Eagle. I suspect the future King of Arendelle must hail from those parts?

"And what about the reports of continued piracy along the Florida Keys and Gulf of Mexico? The word is that some of the more sophisticated and successful pirate clans are based in Cuba and the Bahamas?" the executive officer asked.

"Well Commander, Queen Elsa's flagship should be nigh invulnerable to anything lighter in tonnage than a sloop or light frigate. But they also have the Eagle to aid them." Captain Turner reasoned. "Still, it would make sense for us to escort the Queen all the way to at least Baton Rouge."

"No, the Queen insisted that we break off far earlier and was quite adamant about it. Since this is my offering to her, we will respect her wishes. I suspect that she would easily be able to protect herself against anything."

"As you wish Senator. When do we leave?. We will need a little bit of time to get the men onboard from their rotating shore leave shifts?"

"We will take the tide out and cast off before dawn and wait off-shore for the Eagle and Snow Queen to depart, then we can escort them both from astern. What do you think, Daniel?" Tallmadge asked the Captain.

Turner scratched his chin, "An excellent suggestion Senator. Perhaps I will take my leave of our gracious hostess after congratulating her on her wedding. There is much preparation to do before we cast off so I will forgo the evening celebration."

"As will I." his executive officer replied."

"This may be the last time I will see the Queen in an informal setting. At least not in a bureaucratic environment?" Tallmadge thought to himself. "As a representative of our country, I will attend, though I suspect to retire far earlier than these young noble scallions still attending the royal court. It's like watching foxes circle a chicken coop."

"Indeed!", both officers laughed.


She was here once before, and with the exception of Prince Hans and The Duke of Weselton in absentia, all the same guests at her Coronation were probably here today for her wedding.

As she walked up the centre aisle holding onto the arm of her father's dear friend Kai, she reflected back on how all this began...

Scarcely three months ago, four at the most, she was still locked away in her room. Oblivious of world events and the special love of her sister.

Now, the world was at her doorstep, and her sister closer still.

She regretted the deception she had to formulate and the masquerade of a wedding she had to endure, but not the reasons for it.

Truthfully, she would do it again and again if she had to. Oh the details might have changed but the end result would be the same.

She would do it all over again if it meant that the one person in the world that mattered most, Princess Anna, would be with her till her dying day. Loving her to the end when she exhaled her last breath, and the lips of her sister were still wet upon her own.

The choir and musicians had just finished the wedding march which brought Elsa to the present. John Samuels along with Prince Eugene and soon-to-be Sir Kristoff were standing at the altar. Her consort was indeed impressive wearing the full regalia that her father once wore. His cape was nowhere near as long as her bridal train, but it looked splendid on him. Flynn in his Prince Eugene persona looked as if we're born into royalty instead of the orphan turned thief turned noble in body but always in soul. And Kristoff looked uncomfortable in the new uniform that bestowed upon him the trappings of nobility as a knight of the realm.

Her vision however centred on another Royal member who was not part of the male species.

ANNA was there! And though she and Princess Rapunzel were walking in front of her carrying bouquets, her vision was firmly glued to the shapely behind that sashayed in the tight purple dress that clung to her figure.

This was supposed to be the most important day in her young life, but all she could do was watch the hypnotic rhythm of those perfect cheeks shimmying back and forth. And the innocenct look Anna was giving the guests while secretly carrying deep inside herself her sister-bride's panties only added to her arousal. She could feel her nectar dripping down her stockings and hoped the fabric of her mother's wedding dress would catch any fluids. Leaving a wet trail of drops behind her would be scandalous indeed!

Upon reaching the altar, both Anna and Rapunzel turned to the right and faced her while Kai led her to the arm of John Samuels on the left side with Flynn and Kristoff. Both Isolde and Sigrid, who were carrying her wedding train turned to the right and kneeled behind Anna and Rapunzel. They too wore purple and green gowns given to them by their respective hostess. A gift they both thought unexpected and much thanked in gratitude.

After a few seconds, the Arch-bishop came up to the royal couple and they both put their hands together in prayer.

"In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti..." he began in Latin.


That's not the Danish fleet out there!" the lookout confirms. "Those ships are from the Southern Isles!"

This was far too soon before they expected to rendezvous with any ships of the Danish or Southern Isles's navies, the American pilot was thinking furiously. Something indeed was happening on the mainland and the waters near it!

He was still holding course as the ships closed in on the Norwegian Wood. The first thing he did was lower the naval ensign flag of Arendelle and hoisted a square white flag to show his neutrality. He would have preferred to be flying the Stars and Stripes, but Viktor didn't give him one. Now he could only hope to make contact with any ship from the Danish or Southern Isles' navies by semaphores or lantern, but he was still too far to be recognized by that means of communications.

After almost an hour, what he hoped wouldn't happen, did.

"They're opening fire!

That lead cruiser has us in their range!" came the frantic voice from up front. Putting his eye to telescope he saw puffs of smoke from the forecastle of the lead warship. Several seconds later, four columns of water erupted a hundred yards in front of them.

"Are we close enough to use the semaphores? Can we get anything that identifies us as Americans?" the pilot asked frantically?

"Nothing! We have nothing! Turn us around! We can still outrun them! Maybe we can launch a cutter with the message from Viktor and row out to them?" another sailor yelled.

The pilot thought quickly and made a decision. "We can outrun that large ship coming straight at us if we turn, but not the smaller escorts she has with her. I will read the message Viktor gave me and if I survive, I will personally tell the Captain its contents. The rest of you lot, prepare to abandon ship if they hit us too badly."

"Are you crazy? In these waters, we won't survive if we go overboard!" one of the other men yelled back.

"What choice have we? We weren't supposed to be on this ship in the first place! That damned queen made this decision and we had no choice but to go along with her plan. Even if weren't going to sail home yet without delivering the message, these ships shouldn't even be here unless something has occurred elsewhere that we don't know about? And we couldn't leave in our own ship now could we?"

"Lower the sails, we will show them that we are not a threat and don't plan to escape!"

"There's only six of us not counting yourself! We are travelling under full sail! We can't possibly do it quickly enough under fire!" yelled the lookout.

Unable to slow down, nor able to escape, the pilot ponders his choices. If only he can show these people they were American and their allies would he be able to survive! But how?!

With a combined closure speed of almost thirty knots, he would be among the Southern Isles's naval flotilla in less then fifteen minutes, but he would be savaged by their salvos long before he could make personal visual contact. And if he turned now, it would merely confirm to them that they were the 'enemy' by mistake.

More shells flew overhead and landed behind the Norwegian Wood. ISS Vengence had bracketed the Arendellian ship. The next volley would not miss!

Unable to lower the sails, unable to run away, the Americans serving neither crown nor country watched the flanking naval squadrons take positions line-astern on either side of Norwegian Wood. The centre squadron slowed and positioned themselves line-abreast from about two thousand yards in front.

With unexpected calm he gazed as all the vessels opened their starboard or port gun-ports, whichever side was facing him. Slowly he pulls from his inside breast pocket the envelopes that Viktor instructed him to personally deliver to the respected sovereigns of both Denmark and the Southern Isles.

HRM King Christian VIII of Denmark.

HRH Prince Josef of the Southern Isles.

Both envelopes were stamped with: MOST URGENT from your humble servant, Viktor Carlyle.

As his men ran around yelling and screaming, he crumples both letters in his palm. The irony of standing in the presence of the very people he was to deliver these letters to, or at least one of those parties, and utterly failing brought a crooked smile to his face.

One or two of his men pause and look askance at him, stunned by his reaction. It matters not anymore. Tilting his head back, his smile becomes a chuckle, then laughter.

It was the last human sound they heard as one hundred canon opened fired simultaneously.


Elsa was exhausted but strangely happy now that it was all over. Or at least the formal part, the wedding, was now officially in the history books, so to speak.

It was a lovely procession through Arendelle, and the joy and love she felt from her subjects soothed her conscience that though the man in the coach beside her might be officially her husband and King, he was not her true love.

That special title was reserved for a certain princess riding in the coach behind her along with Rapunzel and Flynn.

Viktor Carlyle rode in the last carriage with Kristoff and their two handmaidens, Sigrid and Isolde.

"Poor Kristoff!" Elsa reffected back on the knighting ceremony. She had raised the ceremonial sword of her father upon his shoulder, right after she said her wedding vows. She should have listened to Anna and practiced beforehand. How was she to know that broadsword weighed almost as much as herself?

She barely missed cleaving his arm off! Thank God that he was quick enough to dodge her wretched aim!

Anna was far stronger than her and would have laughed if not for the possible danger that her meagre strength almost caused.

"This marriage will add some weight when I visit America. And it's recognition by the American President will be just as important to my people as my marriage. The security it could provide in addition to Corona and England will help us against the Southern Isles should they become... troublesome. But there is ONE more thing I can do for Arendelle. And if all does well, they will have it in nine or ten months hence." Elsa contemplated.

After winding through the streets of the city, the procession returned back along the docks. Already the work gangs were provisioning the mighty ship: HMAS Snow Queen for the long voyage to America. She wished Anna could stay with her onboard Eagle, but this was supposed to be her honeymoon.

"There must be some way to get Anna aboard the Eagle, even for a short while?" she mused to herself. "I would go crazy if I couldn't see or touch her for the whole trip! But how could I explain this to John Samuels?"

Aboard the carriage behind: "How can I visit Elsa aboard her ship when I'm stuck onboard this beast?" she was pointing at the flagship.

"You could say it was an emergency and have the Captain row a boat to her? Yeah, tell him that Elsa needs your loving touch!" Flynn smirked.

Elbowing her husband, "That's enough of that kind of talk, mister! Just wave to the crowds and show off that infamous smile of yours!". Rapunzel turned to Anna, "I'm sure you can find some time to make a personal visit. How are you holding up anyways?"

Anna looked down to her lap and Rapunzel followed her gaze. She placed both of her hands together and gently pushed down on her pelvis. Slowly she rubbed her abdomen in a slow circle and smiled at her cousin. Rapunzel placed her hands on top of Anna's as she continued rubbing her stomach.

"Still feeling that Elsa is with you?" Rapunzel grinned knowing that the underwear Anna put inside of herself was probably soaked through.

"Uh huh, Punzel. Even though Elsa is in the carriage up front, she's also here inside with me!" Anna whispered quietly while her cousin smiled. Anna closed her eyes while letting Rapunzel set the motion. Flynn seemed to sense that the princesses were sharing some sort of bonding-moment and decided to enjoy the scenery on the other side of the carriage.

Sensing her cousin was close, Rapunzel pulled Anna's head closer so she could whisper in her ear. "Even though Elsa is officially married to John Samuels, tonight you can claim her as your own as Eugene did to me on the first night of our honeymoon!"

Pulling Anna's head to her mouth, she parted her lips and gently stuck her tongue in Anna's ear. The gentle sensation she was feeling from her cousin along with her own pressure from her hands were enough to send her over. She clung to Rapunzel with both hands as she climaxed. Unable to stop herself, Rapunzel slipped her own hand under the hem of her dress and began to rub furiously too. The moans of their orgasms were muffled by the long golden hair wrapped around both of them.


It didn't have a name. Nor could it ask for one even if it wanted to. It appeared like any flying insect as it fluttered from flower to flower, tree to tree or bush to bush. Across the lush fields and meadows of Arendelle it flew without any rhyme or reason, as humans would perceive of insects in general, and butterflies in particular.

This one alighted on a bright yellow buttercup, and softly flapped its wings in the still air. The blue glow emanating from its fragile wings rustled and swayed as one would expect from so delicate a membrane. The glint and sparkle of sunlight reflecting on its wings however resembled the cold glaciers far to the north. But ice made by nature would have by now melted in the summer heat.

Showing no signs of distress, it twitched its feelers in defiance to the scorching sun. It however had neither the intelligence to contemplate its unique existence, nor emotion to display fear or anger. It did have an inborn instinct to survive and explore. And it did explore, as much as it could in the short time it's creator brought it into this world.

And now it sensed it was time to seek out it's creator. To do what? It didn't know. It had no lips to speak, nor arms and hands, nothing...

But somehow, just returning to it's creator would be enough. Seeking out and returning would be the message.

It flapped its wings and left the meadow.

It had a goal now, and only she would know the answer.


She was certain that all her mistress's travel clothes, both formal and casual, were all packed away and delivered to the HMAS Snow Queen earlier this afternoon. Six large wooden trunks and a tall dresser for her dresses and gowns that the princess required were all safely stowed in the compartments of the monstrous ship. Even with the aide of a dozen domestic servants that Isolde was in charge of, it was a daunting task to have everything delivered to the docks in the city.

No doubt that Sigrid was equally occupied with the Queen's clothes and personal effects. As the ruling monarch, she must travel with far more important items than her sister who was barely out of her teens. In retrospect however, she remembered that most of the clothes Elsa wore were made spontaneously as she required them.

"No wonder Sigrid seems to be more efficient than I am. She has far less items to pack than I do! That little...!" Isolde bit on her lower lip.

Even small personal items such as makeup and jewellery were probably heavily in favour of Princess Anna, since the Queen didn't need to pack those either! And now Princess Anna instructed her to make sure all her diaries and writing tools were also packed because she had never been to the New World and wanted to make sure she kept records.

The paper journals, diaries and logbooks were easy enough to find. Even though Princess Anna was certainly not the most organized female Royal in the household, all her writing effects were more or less grouped together on her bedroom desk and dresser.

She found as many blank or unused copies and all the writing materials she thought her mistress would need. The used or half completed logbooks she left. Skimming the last drawers on the dresser, Isolde notices an envelope tucked halfway in. Quickly scanning the document to see if it was important enough to take, she pauses...

"Hold... What's this?" she wondered as she picked up the letter and read the envelope.

She prided herself that she was professional enough not to read outright any of the Princess's diaries. She just quickly looked to see if Anna did indeed use the logbooks or if they were blank.

She also took pride that her Princess trusted her enough not to snoop through any of her personal letters either.

And in most cases, this was true.

However, she immediately noticed that this letter looked different than the rest in size and shape. Far narrower than the much larger parchments the she had sorted through earlier.

Unfolding the document within, she looked closer. The message was in French and obviously written by a non-native speaker.

"My Dear Princess Anna, it is with a sorrow heart that your beautiful sister did not choose me to be her consort. But that mistake only made me aware or your own ravishing beauty!

i would be most joyous if you would allow me to court you by meeting with me in my room after the evening banquet. If we can meet at the hour of eleven, I will profess myself to you and lay my Kingdom of Mariposa at your feet.

Your humble and charming servant,

Count Guillermo Deldares"




1) Bracketing, bracketed:

a. The distance between two impacting shells, the first aimed beyond a target and the second aimed short of it, used to determine the range for artillery fire.

b. The shells fired in such a manner.

2) The trade winds are the prevailing pattern of easterly surface winds found in the tropics, within the lower portion of the Earth's atmosphere, in the lower section of the troposphere near the Earth's equator. The trade winds blow predominantly from the northeast in the Northern Hemisphere and from the southeast in the Southern Hemisphere, strengthening during the winter and when the Arctic oscillation is in its warm phase. Historically, the trade winds have been used by captains of sailing ships to cross the world's oceans for centuries, and enabled European empire expansion into the Americas and trade routes to become established across the Atlantic and Pacific oceans.

3) The trinitarian formula is the phrase "in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit" (original Greek εἰς τὸ ὄνομα τοῦ Πατρὸς καὶ τοῦ Υἱοῦ καὶ τοῦ Ἁγίου Πνεύματος, eis to onoma tou Patros kai tou Huiou kai tou Hagiou Pneumatos, or in Latin in nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti), or words to that form and effect referring to the three persons of the Christian Trinity. It is often followed by an "Amen".

These words are quoted from a command of the resurrected Jesus in the Great Commission: "Go, therefore, and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the holy Spirit" (Matthew 28:19)

4) Christian VIII (18 September 1786 – 20 January 1848) was the King of Denmark from 1839 to 1848 and, as Christian Frederick, King of Norway in 1814. He was the eldest son of Hereditary Prince Frederick of Denmark and Norway and Duchess Sophia Frederica of Mecklenburg-Schwerin, born in 1786 at Christiansborg Palace in Copenhagen. His paternal grandparents were King Frederick V of Denmark and his second wife, Duchess Juliana Maria of Brunswick-Wolfenbüttel.

The irony is that in our reality, King Christian VIII was actually very concerned about the welfare and well-being of Norway and argued on behalf of the Kingdom for better terms against the world powers. He was central in insuring that Norway received more favourable terms with Sweden in their brief Union.

The next few chapters will start getting intense. Your comments are greatly appreciated. I plan to finish this story over the course of the summer season, but delivery may be irregular.

Thank you for reading.


Preview of Chapter 28


Her eyes blinked open only because she was jarred on her bed, or rather what she thought was 'their' bed. But it wasn't the huge, soft bed of her parents that she was accustomed to now sharing with her sister. Nor was it the spacious room filled familiar things associated with the Royal bedroom suite of the castle.

First, it was dark and dank.

Second, the cot was small and hard.

And third, she was tied up. Her arms were bound together to the headrests, and her feet were tied at the base.

"Oh my God! Where am I?" Anna thought to herself.