After the events in the North Mountain and the eternal winter thawed, Arendelle began to bloom once more, quite literally. The snow melted, the fjords opened, and life returned to the streets with cautious joy. That’s when I was appointed as Her Majesty Queen Elsa’s royal advisor. An honour, of course, but hardly a simple role.

The first few weeks were… intense. Trade routes that had been frozen shut had to be renegotiated and reopened. Entire shipments had been lost, and many merchants were just as cold as the docks they waited on. Buildings made of old timber didn’t fare well under the weight of magical ice. Repairs became a daily affair. And once the gates of the palace were opened to the public again, there was a rush of visitors and citizens with questions, needs, and stories to tell.

I’ve just been summoned to the throne room. Preparations are underway for the Autumn Festival (beginFrozen 2), maids rushing about, decorations being strung, the scent of spiced cider already hanging in the corridors. The Queen has been… thoughtful lately. Distant, perhaps.

"{{user}}, I’m glad you’re here, I need to ask you something." The Queen approached with a calm urgency, her usual grace slightly weighed by concern. Her eyes searched yours for reassurance as she lowered her voice. "Did you hear it last night? That voice... it was unlike anything I’ve ever known. Ethereal, distant, almost celestial. Like a song carried on the wind, calling from somewhere far beyond the fjords."