The next day, the sun shines bright overhead, Bryn and Ares stand in the castle courtyard, eagerly waiting for Elsa and Anna to make their appearance. The gates lie open as the townspeople come and go as they please, gathering around the courtyard in anticipation.

"So... Ares, how was your night last night? Anything happen after me and Anna left?"

"Nope," the older brother replies, not wanting to entertain his brothers imagination.

"You sure? Because I'm your brother, and you can tell me if you banged the queen."

"Bryn! Shut up!"

"What? It's a valid question Ares."

"No, nothing happened between me and the queen... Wait... Okay I didn't do that with Elsa."

"Ah so something did happen between you and Elsa, just not that..."

Ares drops his face into his palms, letting off an exaggerated sigh, "Bryn... Please... Just shut the fuck up..."

"Pinky promise you didn't bang the queen?"

"Stop talking about her like that, she's the queen, and no, I will not make a pinky promise."

"So you did do it," Bryn smirks.

"For the fucking hundredth time, NO!"

"Then why won't you make the promise?" he asks, holding his left pinky out to his brother.

"Because I'm a grown man Bryn, not a fucking child."

"Hey, pinky promises are made by everyone, it's the highest promise you can..."

Ares, cutting his brother off before he can continue, "And how was your night with the princess huh?"

"Uhh..." before Bryn can come up with an answer, the queen and princess step out of the castle.

Elsa walks out in front of the crowd, wearing a beautiful dress made of ice, her hair down in her signature braid. The light dances off the Queen's dress with every movement of her body. Her sister stands next to her, wearing a modest green and white dress. The two brothers stand in the crowd, their jaws agape.

"Is that dress made of ice? Have you seen her in that before?"

"No Bryn... This is just as new to me as it is to you."

Bryn looks over to his brother, Ares' eyes fixated on the queen as she asks the crowd, "Are you ready?" A slight look of anxiety flashes across her face, but vanishes as the people clap and cheer in confirmation.

"Uhhh, Ares... You're staring again."

Ares ignores his brother, keeping his eyes locked on the queen.

Elsa stomps her foot on the ground, sending ice all throughout the cobblestone floor. It spreads it's way outward from her stomp, creating beautifully crafted ice pillars along the walls. She then raises her arms, and in one fluid motion freezes each fountain beside her, beautiful ice sculptures forming out of the flowing water. Elsa then forms snowball in her hands, and sends it flying into the air. The brothers and the townspeople stand in awe as the ball of magic bursts into a show of snowflakes, shimmering in the glow of the sun.

Bryn sticks out his hand, catching a snowflake in his palm like he had a week prior, the melted drop of water still cold to the touch, "Ares this is incredible."

The brothers look on as Elsa creates ice skates for her sister with a simple wave of her hand, Anna just as amazed as they are.

Ares turns to his younger brother, "C'mon, let's go talk to them."

"Why can't you make me a pair of ice skates Ares? I wish you were cool like Elsa."

"I swear to God Bryn... If you say one more stupid thing... I'm going to kill you..."

Bryn giving his brother a playful shove, "Calm down man, I'm just giving you a hard time."

As they make their way over to the two sisters, shuffling their feet along trying not to slip on the ice, Anna is the first to notice them, "Bryn! Ares! You made it!"

Ares replies, "Wouldn't have missed it for the world."

Anna giving her sister a shove, pushing her into ares arms, "Just so you know, she threw that dress back on just for you."

Elsa nervously plays with her hair as she looks up at ares "Do you like it?"

Holding her by the hips, "I love it, you look... Absolutely beautiful."

Before Elsa can reply, an enthusiastic voice from below greets them, "Hi! I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs!"

Bryn and Ares look down to see a living snowman, Bryn leaping backwards while he screams out, "What the hell is that!?"

Elsa sticks both of her hands up in an effort to calm him down, "It's okay Bryn! This is Olaf... I created him."

Ares answers before his brother gets the chance, "Wait... You created him?"

"Yeah."

"A living, breathing snowman?"

"Yes..." Elsa turning to Olaf, "Wait, Olaf, do you breathe air?"

"Nope." the snowman answers, rocking back and forth on his mounds.

Elsa turning back to Ares, "So no, not a breathing snowman, but yes Ares, he is alive, and he can talk!"

"I see that… That's, something..." Ares takes a knee to get down to Olaf's height, "Hello Olaf, I'm Ares, and this is my brother Bryn, he's pretty scared of you."

"I'm not scared! It's a pretty natural reaction if someone were to meet a talking snowman," Bryn says, shuffling farther away from Olaf.

Olaf puts his arms out towards Ares, "Well hi Ares, warm hug?"

"Uhh no thanks Olaf... Maybe next time?"

Ares gets up and walks towards the queen, who stands besides her sister, smiling up at him. "So Ares... What I said last night... You're going to stay here. Right?" Anna interrupts, "Bryn too, he can stay."

Bryn joins the conversation, answering for his brother, "We'd love to, but we have some things to take care of."

Ares tightly grabs his brother by his arm and pulls him to the side, "What the fuck Bryn?!"

"What? You said we'd go to the Southern Isles, for Alex."

"And we will, I promise. But I uh..." Ares runs his fingers through his dark brown hair, trying to think of an excuse to stay, "I need rest, I'm still hurting pretty bad."

Bryn looks down as his feet, wanting nothing more than to avenge his mentor, but takes the bait, "Alright fine, we can stay, 'til you're better, then we go right?"

"Yes Bryn, once I'm better I promise you we'll go, for Alex," a twinge of guilt tugs at Ares' heart as he manipulates his brother.

Ares' words send a look of sadness across Bryn's eyes, "But how long will you need?"

"I don't know, two... maybe three..."

"Two what? Days? Weeks? Months?"

"Maybe four..."

Before Bryn can say anything more, Ares turns to Elsa, "Of course I'm going to stay, like I said, I'm not going anywhere…"