Author's Note:

SO! In light of my glorious Stupidity I haven't realized UNTIL NOW that FanFiction allows one to post all the chapters of their story into one mega story!

Which is why I have shamelessly spammed you with new stories each their own chapter, not realizing I could post them together.

SO! here you have it. Molten, in its totality. One chapter a day for thirty two days. Enjoy!

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-DH

I have a story for you. An untold story. You may know some of the where and the who and maybe even a little what. This is the story of two brothers and two sisters. It is a tale of magic and angels and dragons and love and death. A story about a Burning Queen and a Frozen King. It is a long story and is the kind that must be started from the beginning. So let me delay no longer.

Let's have an adventure together.

Norway. 10 years before the death of the King of Arendelle.

Fire; a force of destruction consuming buildings and once coveted belongings. Now all are abandoned to the flames. The village is ruined. Barbarians have taken this small town of Norway. They have chased out the King's men and have begun looting what remains. They worship the fire and the ruin.
In the shadows three shapes sneak quietly towards the border of the town.

"This way. Quietly" says a gentle-faced man clad in battle-damaged armor and glorious red robes.
He wields a magical sword in one hand and guides his two sons with the other. The first son is dark-haired and his eyes are a striking almost-glowing orange. The second has almost black hair and his eyes are an emerald green. They follow closely behind the armored man.

"YOU STOP!" Screams a patrolling barbarian, he and another begin charging them, axes held high ready to strike.

"Behind me!" Yells the Soldier.
With one swift sweep the sword dispatches one barbarian dodging his weapon and going straight for his heart; he dies silently. The sword quickly blocks the axe blow from the other. The blade then sweeps And slashes him across the stomach and once more across the chest. He screams out his last breath. The scream echoes off the walls of the buildings.
"They'll be looking for us now... We have to separate..." He kneels down gathering his two sons.
"No. Dad... We can't. I don't know what to do..." Says the older of the two boys. The younger stands silent, bewildered by the two dead men. His emerald eyes wide and shocked.
"Arthur. Listen to me. I'm giving you Gigas. He will protect you and Karthus. I need you to be strong for me and your mother and your brother."
"But. But I don't know how to fight..."
"Don't worry. Gigas does. And he will teach you." He says as he holds the sword lengthways offering it to his son.
Before it is passed off the sword interjects, "But Master I am sworn to protect you from all harm."
"And I am changing your oath... Gigas you have served me and my fathers well and never faltered. I am passing you to my sons now. Arthur and Karthus. You must swear to protect them from all harm as you have me."
"I do." Says the sword as the cloth tied to his hilt releases the man's arm and wraps tightly around the boy's arm.
"Arthur, Karthus. I love you. I need you to run. Run to the docks. I can't protect you anymore. Im sorry... Arthur if anything happens. I want you to use the fire..."
"But you told me not to! You said I shouldn't. You-"
"Arthur, I know what I said but you have to be strong now. You have to use this gift to protect yourself and your brother! You have to stay together!" He grabbed his boys and held them tight for a moment. It seemed to last an eternity but still way too short and every second made it more painful. But the sound of boots rushing towards them brought the goodbye to a sudden end.
"This way! It came from over there!"
"Go! And don't look back! Stay together! Just stay together!"
The boys ran to the docks as fast as they could. The only thing between them and the waters was a wooden gate to keep out animals. Arthur raised his free hand towards it and cringed. A gust of fire shot from his hand and obliterated the gate.
He and Karthus looked back towards their father, now surrounded by barbarians.
"I'm not afraid to die! Are you!" Was the last thing Arthur or Karthus would ever hear their father say.
They plunged into the water off of the docks and swam for their lives.

"I'm not afraid to die! Are you!" Would play over in their heads for the rest of their lives.

The magical sword, Gigas droned with a resounding hum. Like a sigh. "I pray you will at last find peace, Elias, my friend."

1 year before the death of the King of Arendelle

"Oh! This one looks good!" The queen says. She holds a book adorned in blue and red.
"They're all good, Mama!" A teen Elsa giggles a little bit.
Her and her mother sit opposite eachother in the princess' room. Elsa is eager but still contained. Her gloved hands pursed in front of her.
"Yes but Anna really liked this one!"
"I'm waiting!" She smiles. The little princess is insistent
"Ahem. A war journal from a man of Norway pertaining to the Dragon of the North.
'My name is Karloff. A soldier of Norway. Many barbarians died today. Our platoon held some cliffs overseeing a river. We were tasked with making sure no ships passed through the Ravine. We were short on men an supplies. It had been a hard battle to keep the ravine. We received word that a number of their ships would pass through our border and we were to hold them off as long as possible. A task impossible for only a few, sick men. We were told however that The Dragon would be aiding us. A powerful young man with power over fire wielding a magical sword. We were also told that his age may alarm us. We were just happy to have some help. But then the boy arrived. And we were alarmed."
Elsa giggles.
"He could not be older than 15, if that. We would not allow it. But the boy displayed his power. A massive plume of fire bursted from his hand, and he remained unscathed. He insisted that he fought of his own choice and we eventually relented into allowing him to help us."
Elsa took a look at her gloved hands, almost starting to take one off.
"We waited awake all night. Just waiting for the barbarians ships. It was late into the night when the first ship rolled through the fog off of the sea into the ravine. We lay in wait. The Dragon had a plan. When two of the ships were all the way into the ravine, he launched himself down to them. They worshipped a fire god and fell to their faces In his presence. They believed he was angered with them. They threw themselves at the ground and dared not look at him. It was much too late for them by the time they heard our boots hit the deck of their ship. They panicked and began scrambling and were no match for our planned assault. The Dragon burnt their sails with a mighty sweep of flame from his hands."
Elsa's eyes lit up imagining the controlled flames. She tugged at her gloves a little. Her mother watched her in the corner of her eye.
"He launched himself from one ship to the next on a pillar of smoke. The boy lit up their whole ship. It burned wildly. Many barbarians jumped overboard and we could pick them off with our archers. He fought to the back of the burning ship with his magical sword. For a boy his fencing skills were remarkable. His sweeps and blocks as good as any master. He turned the rudder of the ship and it slammed into the ravine walls creating a burning blockade keeping our enemies out. The Dragon had saved us. We defeated our enemy and withdrew. We celebrated late into the night with the boy. He enjoyed the company but kept his distance from us. As fast as he came he was getting ready to leave again. He thanked us for our bravery. He said it inspired him. We insisted that he did the same. Wherever he was headed for next I wish him luck. He is an inspiration! The end!" The queen finished the letter.
"What! But what does he do next! Where is he going?" Elsa asks almost climbing out of her chair.
"You'll have to wait till tomorrow, my darling!" The queen says with a wink.
"Fine... " she relents. "Mama..." Elsa asks as her mother cleans up.
"Yes, Elsa?"
"Do you think I could inspire people?" She asks nervously.
"Elsa! I know you will!" She walks over and leans in to kiss her daughter.
"No! Mama! I'll hurt you!" Elsa protests
"Then I'll forgive you!" She smiles and leans in.
Elsa shuts her eyes tight trying to contain her ice. Her mother kisses her head. A tear rolls down Elsa's cheek.
"You have the power to overcome within you. Just like the Dragon, Elsa!" She says to her daughter and then retires for the night.
Elsa climbs into bed and clutches the book. She had always imagined it to be a little warmer than the average book.