[Camden Omniscient POV]
So... let me tell you what's been going on for the past two weeks.
Yeah, I know. Two weeks doesn't sound like much, but trust me, a lot can happen in that time—especially when you're living in a palace with 3 absolute beauties. The queen, the icy princess as well as the hyper princess. Oh and and a sentient snowman...
Right, where do I start?
Well, I suppose I should begin with the most shocking but not so shocking development of all: Elsa can now make ice golems.
No, seriously. Like—actual, walking, shiny, armoured ice giants. And they don't just waddle around like oversized snowmen either. I'm talking full-blown, stoic-faced guards stationed at the palace dungeon and treasury. They even salute.
Yeah, I was stunned too.
The first time I saw them, I thought we were under attack. I came running with flames in both hands, nearly setting Olaf's nose on fire.
Poor guy fainted—well, he melted for a second before Elsa reformed him with a snap of her fingers.
Elsa's come a long way since our first training session in the woods. Like, really long. Two weeks ago, she couldn't control a sneeze without accidentally turning a bench into an ice sculpture of a walrus.
Now? Now she's a walking ice machine, conjuring intricate snowflakes midair just because it looks pretty.
And I've got to give her credit, she trained. Every morning, like clockwork, we'd meet behind the palace near the training yard. I'd set up a barrier (because, let's be honest, I'm not trying to get accidentally impaled by an icicle), and she'd go wild.
Well, "wild" is the wrong word. She was precise and controlled. But boy did she have some serious power.
(A/N: I think most ppl dont understand the true extent of Elsa's power. She doesnt have ice magic, she had spirit magic related to the element of ice. And she is that spirit.)
Some days we'd practice technique, others it would be more like sparring. We had a few close calls—one time she nearly froze my testicles but she always looked so proud when she pulled something new off. I was proud too.
Now she's the one showing me tricks. I guess the student becomes the master.
Anyway.
Then there's Anna.
Oh, sweet chaotic Anna.
Still the human embodiment of a sugar rush and a falling bookshelf all rolled into one—but she was somewhat tamer now.
Don't get me wrong, she still bounces around the palace like a kitten in a room full of string, but she's not tripping over her own thoughts as much anymore.
I've been helping her, healing her to be precise. The damage the frost did to her brain all those years ago—it was subtle, but deep. Like cracks in porcelain under the surface.
I've been carefully undoing that damage bit by bit. Think of it like mending a spider's web without touching the threads. Takes time. But the results have been more than worth it.
She's more alert now. Her thoughts don't jumble as easily. Her eyes aren't darting as often, and she doesn't get those sudden nosebleeds anymore when she tries to focus for too long.
And best of all? She's sleeping. Not wandering the corridors and invading my bed like a lost puppy.
Well... less often. She still sleepwalks into my room sometimes, but I've learned to just put a pillow next to her and let it be. You try carrying a sleeping Anna back to her room at 2 a.m. She kicks.
And then there's Olaf.
Oh boy.
He's become the palace's darling. I'm not exaggerating.
Iduna? Obsessed.
Agnarr? Laughs at all his jokes.
The staff? They fight over who gets to make his favourite ice cream.
And Olaf, in true Olaf fashion, eats up the attention like a sponge in a honey jar. The little guy walks around like he owns the place.
"Did you know reindeer can't see the colour red?" he told me yesterday. I'm pretty sure that's not true, but who's going to argue with a talking snowman that hugs people for a living?
He also declared himself the 'Unofficial Official Royal Companion.' He even has a badge. Don't ask where he got it.
The Queen and King love having him around. Iduna said Olaf brings warmth to the castle in a way no fire ever could. I'll admit... it's hard not to love the guy. He's like a tiny walking reminder of joy.
And as for me?
I've been playing the long game.
With magic training handled and healing magic in progress, I've found myself slipping into something I never expected, a routine.
I've been spending my afternoons in the royal library, pouring through tomes and scrolls about Erendelle's history, its magical lore, its political past, and ancient treaties. I wanted to understand where I was, what made this place tick, and where I could quietly exist within it.
Also, there was this section on historical magical anomalies, and I'll admit—I was a little curious if anyone like me had ever existed before. Spoiler alert: not really.
But there was a mention of a being called "Darius," who claimed to be from the worlds above, basically the multiverse. I might have bookmarked that one. (Reference to my other book.)
Sometimes, when my head hurt from too much reading, I'd slip out to the balcony where Puss usually napped in a sunbeam like the lazy noble cat he's become. He's taken to palace life a little too well.
Wears a silk scarf now. Eats smoked fish on silver platters. Occasionally lectures passing servants about the proper way to fluff his pillow.
We'd sit there—me with a book, him with his smug little face—and just enjoy the view. He always mutters things in Spanish under his breath when he's sleepy. Don't know what he's saying. Sounds poetic though.
Oh—and I forgot to mention. I also got a new coat.
I know, I know. Doesn't sound like much. But it's stylish, okay? Black velvet, gold trim, high collar. Plus, it's warm. Erendelle has cold nights, man.
So that's been my life the past two weeks. Teaching a Queen how to control her powers, healing her sister's mind, befriending a sentient snowman, and hiding my former identity from everyone outside the palace.
And honestly? I've never felt more at peace.
You know, it's funny how quiet moments always seem to find their way between the chaos.
It was only a few days ago—four, maybe five—when Jack Sparrow burst into my room like the lunatic hurricane he is, arms flailing, half a bottle of rum in one hand and a completely unwarranted sense of urgency painted all over his face.
"CAMDEN!" he'd shouted, nearly kicking my door off its hinges. I was combing my hair. Again. Not out of vanity, I just like the feeling, alright?
He stumbled in, his trinkets jangling, his dreadlocks a little more tangled than usual, and slammed a leather-bound scroll onto my writing desk.
"We've got business," he said, leaning on the desk dramatically. "Royal pirate business."
I raised an eyebrow. "Jack, you're not royal. You're barely presentable."
He gasped like I'd struck him. "How dare you. I'll have you know I'm a King. Pirate King."
"You just said 'we have business'—what does that mean, exactly?"
He wiggled his fingers dramatically, as if summoning spirits, then whispered: "The Brethren Court."
I paused, my brush hanging in the air. "The what now?"
"Pirate Council, something something code, something something oath. All pirates who still got their heads attached to their necks gotta attend. I've been ducking it for years, but this time..." He stood up tall, puffing his chest. "This time, I show up."
"And your crew?" I asked.
"Already packed, the ship's stocked. Rum is… well, we'll find more. We sail tomorrow."
I remember chuckling and waving him off with a promise to see him before he left. That was days ago. He and Puss had taken the Dying Gull out early one morning, the sails catching the dawn like wings.
I watched from the palace balcony, arms folded over the railing, wondering what kind of chaos they'd be walking into.
And now? Well…
Now it's just me. Sitting quietly on a plush couch in a sun-warmed corridor overlooking the gardens. A light breeze drifts in through the open window. The distant sound of servants humming. Birds chirping somewhere far off.
And in my lap?
Anna.
The whirlwind herself, curled up like a cat, her head resting softly against my thigh. She's breathing deeply, peacefully, her arms tucked under her as she snores with the faintest whistle at the end of each breath. It's kind of adorable.
My fingers moved slowly in the air above her head, not touching, but weaving lines of soft golden light. They danced delicately above her brow, flowing like silk threads into her mind.
You'd think healing a mind would look grand. But really? It's tedious. I've spent weeks inside Anna's thoughts, rewiring fractured memories. Smoothing over broken neural paths. Stitching together emotional stability like embroidery.
And she's been responding beautifully.
There was a knot, a deep one, tangled in the corner of her memory—the moment the frost hit her. I'd spent the last three sessions just approaching that memory from different angles. Untangling it without removing it. The pain had to remain, but not control her.
This was our final session.
One last pass through her subconscious. One last spark of golden thread tracing through the frost that once kept her mind in chaos.
"She looks peaceful," came a voice from the hallway.
I looked up to see Queen Iduna approaching, a soft smile on her face and her hands clasped behind her back. Following closely behind her was none other than Olaf, waddling with proud little footsteps and holding a tray stacked with cookies.
"Special delivery for Sir Magic Pants," he declared cheerfully, stopping beside my foot and placing the tray on the small table next to me.
"Thanks, Olaf," I said, ruffling the snowball's head gently.
"I added extra cinnamon!" he whispered dramatically, as if it were a royal secret.
Iduna chuckled, sitting gracefully on the other end of the long couch, eyes on her daughter sleeping peacefully.
"She's doing so much better," she said after a moment. "I haven't seen her this calm since she was a child."
"She's almost there," I murmured, still weaving my magic above Anna's brow. "Just one last session. After this, her mind will be free of all that residual frost damage."
Iduna's smile deepened, her eyes shimmering with quiet joy. "Camden, I don't know how to thank you. What you've done for my daughters—Elsa's control, Anna's healing... We thought we'd have to search the world for answers. And you were here the whole time."
I shook my head gently, my hand lowering as the last strand of light faded. "I didn't do it for a reward. I did it because they're good people. And they deserve peace."
She leaned back, her gaze drifting toward the garden.
"When Elsa was born," she said quietly, "I was afraid. Her magic was so powerful, so unpredictable. We didn't know how to raise a child like that. We were told to hide it, to suppress it. To teach her fear."
I nodded. "Fear has a way of chaining people. Even when the doors are open, they stay in the cage."
"And you," Iduna said, turning to look at me, "taught her to see the beauty in her powers."
I shrugged. "All I did was show her the mirror. She did the rest."
A few moments passed in silence. Olaf had climbed up onto a footstool and was happily munching on one of the cookies he'd brought, humming a little tune about reindeer and warm hugs. Iduna watched him with a fond chuckle.
"Sometimes I forget he's made of snow," she whispered.
"Sometimes I forget I'm not," Olaf added between bites.
That made both of us laugh.
Anna stirred slightly in my lap, her brow twitching. My hand instinctively went to her hair, brushing it lightly. She sighed and melted back into sleep.
"She trusts you," Iduna said softly.
"Is that... weird?" I asked. "I mean, I'm still basically a stranger."
"No," she said gently. "Sometimes people just know. My daughters feel safe with you."
There was something comforting in those words. A kind of silent approval. Not that I was looking for it—but it warmed me anyway.
We sat in silence for a little while, just listening to the breeze.
Eventually, Anna began to stir, blinking sleepily before rolling over and promptly falling right off my lap and onto the couch.
"I'm awake!" she announced with a start.
Olaf clapped. "Yay! You fell with style!"
Anna groaned and sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Did I miss anything?"
I smiled. "Not a thing. Just healing your brain with my magical touch."
She stretched with a big yawn. "Nice. Feels kinda floaty in here," she said, tapping her temple. "Like someone cleaned out the attic."
"Because I did," I said with a wink.
She blinked. "Oh. Cool. Thanks."
Then she noticed Iduna and immediately perked up. "Mama!"
They hugged, Olaf joined the hug, I tried to leave but got roped in too—and the next thing I knew, I was part of a very fluffy group hug.
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