Queen’s Executive Decree 321: Operation Wolf Patrol

To the high command of the Kingdom of Arendelle, and my inner court ONLY,

I greet you as queen and friend. In the last special session of our ancient parliament, the Great Assembly approved the joining of our two nations of Arendelle and Northuldra, united in brotherhood and sisterhood, to work together on securing Arendelle’s future among the community of countries.

To this end, I’m pleased to announce, in coordination with General Mattias and the members of my Exalted, Operation Wolf Patrol.

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For Her Majesty’s Eyes Only: Project Stellar

Greetings, General Mattias:

I bring warm wishes and good tidings from our elegant colonial port of Hong Kong – my playground where the future of the world – interconnectivity and cross-fertilization – is being acted out on a scale that the entire planet will replicate as we guide it away from Chang’e’s faithlessness and toward my lord’s vision.

The Ravens, your kingdom’s spies, have already identified the locations of the elixir of life across the world. Arendelle’s military reforms – which will place you among the middle-ranking military powers of Europe, a considerable step given Arendelle’s small size – continues smoothly. Most importantly, Project Stellar is almost complete. This will not only help to protect Queen Anna, but also bring Her Majesty’s strength and power to the campaign for the elixir.

The Exalted, Anna’s elite, are in a better position than ever before thanks to Project Stellar. Kristoff, Colisa, and myself reinforce our global reach week by week, month by month. Your queen and my master may have powerful enemies in the form of the Moonborn. But they have a nasty surprise coming their way.

Wishing you good health,

Peony Sinclair

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My Birthday: A Reflection

It’s the Summer Solstice, and therefore my birthday, once again.

This time of the year is one that makes Arendelle even more beautiful than usual; the solstice means that the day is stretched out longer, making this one of the biggest party days of the year. My birthday happens to provide the perfect setting for lots of song, dance, beer, and performances across the kingdom. Today I’m getting out of the palace spending my time in the square and hosting a big fete for families. There’ll be cupcakes, punch, and a big birthday cake from which Olaf tends to emerge and send cream flying everywhere.

Then in the evening, I’m going to be at Kingdom Hall to watch my maestro, Luna, perform an amazing lineup of operatic pieces that I’m sure my prime minister, Vi, would appreciate.

She’s still recuperating. I’m still fuming at myself for not being able to help her earlier.

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Fjord Freak Fräulein: Monsters of Arendelle

An original horror-themed miniseries centered around a nightmarish re-imagining of Arendelle!

Samiel, the Black Huntsman, is on the move. A German nobleman summons the demonic rider through forbidden rite and makes a horrific pact to avenge a humiliation inflicted by Anna and Elsa’s father, Agnarr. But everything spirals out of control when the marksman of hell enters our world.

Soon, a demonic plague and all-consuming pestilence consumes the Germanic kingdoms, with Samiel crossing the North Sea with an army of zombies and monstrosities that grows larger by the day. There is only one target: Agnarr’s legacy.

When the malevolent darkness has overwhelmed all, the remnants of surviving Arendellians must place their timid hope in the badass and beautiful anti-heroines of the kingdom: the arch-vampire Countess Viola Mundilfari, and her lycanthrope werwolf ritter (werewolf warrior-knight), Hilde Von Altheim.

As all the horrors of the night are set loose on Arendelle, with Queen Anna nowhere to be found and Elsa captured by Samiel, only an equally powerful darkness stands in the way against an encroaching oblivion.

But aside from his armies of hell, Samiel has a terrifying secret weapon, the bane of all supernatural monsters: his “magic bullets,” enchanted ammo that can slay any monster, werewolf or vampire…

Do Vi and Hilde have a hope?

Standalone series coming soon!

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From the Editor’s Desk: Be as firm as the queen when she threw herself in front of Elsa!

O, ye of little faith. Have you lost the fire that still burns brightly in the breast of our queen? Has it weakened into a flickering weakling that needs fuel to shine and roar once again?

Yes, the Crocus Reforms of Anna are a dramatic new direction for the kingdom and our military. Yes, our allies grow wary and the list of Anna’s enemies has grown in recent times. But the queen is simply reacting to what she saw as an intolerable affront: a new enemy that has revealed itself and dealt an unacceptable and devastating blow to one of her closest allies, the vampiress and noblewoman Viola Mundilfari.

Sometimes we understand our foes better than our friends, and in the case of a former enemy-turned-ally like Lady Vi, we can only surmise that Anna cared so intensely about her because they were once such mighty rivals, and the queen strove to understand her better than almost anyone else, except perhaps Uncle Mike, Alan, and Elsa herself.

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New Rumbles in Parliament as Queen Unleashes Military Reforms

By Mikael, political affairs correspondent

ARENDELLE: The kingdom’s political and civic circles are embroiled in fierce debate about one of Queen Anna’s most decisive but controversial moves yet: a series of radical military reforms.

Yesterday’s reforms, critics say, cast Arendelle as a rising but increasingly aggressive military power with the potential to not just intimidate, but menace, its north European neighbors.

The reforms indicate a striking emphasis on expansion and what the government calls RRR, or “rapid required responsiveness.” Critics charge this to be a mouthy euphemism for potential aggressive action should the queen see fit.

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Alan and Hilde, Final Part: Rescuing the Prime Minister of Arendelle

Alan, commander of the Borealis Corps, and Hilde Von Altheim were locked in a desperate struggle to free Viola Mundilfari.

Suspended above her own throne hall, the immobile Countess could only watch helplessly as Hilde and Alan faced down the most powerful foe that Arendelle had faced so far. True, Majestic Maximilian hadn’t encountered Elsa or the full force of the kingdom’s army yet, and not even Anna was aware of his existence. Vi had intended to keep it that way by confronting him early on as he infiltrated Mundilfari Keep. But he had crushed Vi effortlessly, trapping her in a cocoon of pure light, the enchantment perpetually torturing her undead flesh without allowing her to die.

She was initially fearful for the pair, as she watched them duel the Moonborn. She wanted to shout, to warn them about his dizzying mastery of sunlight. And he held nothing back as he blinked and winked out of existence and slashed at Hilde and Alan with white-hot arcs of radiance. He surpassed Katina Romanov’s Grand Dukes easily, and perhaps…

Even Elsa… she would struggle against Majestic Max. Perhaps even lose.

But as the battle continued, much to Vi’s impressed shock, Majestic Max was visibly struggling.

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Rossiya Ascendant: Katina Romanov Re-enters the Fray!

Russia. The imperial capital of Saint Petersburg.

Nearly a year after the Russo-Arendellian War

It was a day the soldiers and servants of the Imperial Household would never forget.

The carriage was run-down, rickety, and looked like it was almost falling apart as it came to a stop before the massive gate of the Alexander Palace, the Romanov family’s favorite retreat.

One sharp-eyed guard remembered who had set off inside this humble vehicle, and panicked. “Oh, God. It’s Her Highness. It’s Her Highness! She’s back! Summon the Imperial Guard, right now!”

He hastily opened the gate so that the carriage could labor its way toward the steps of the palace. The Imperial Guard were quickly called to the steps below the great pillars lining the entrance of the palace, and from the carriage stepped out Katina Romanov, her attire nearly unrecognizable – she wore a tattered, mouldy cloak with a hood over a simple top and leggings, typical of peasants from the wastelands far away from Moscow and Saint Petersburg. Her hair, once in an elegant ponytail, draped down her shoulders and back, unkempt and smeared with grime and dirt. Her own face was weathered and slightly hardened, and her hands had visible calluses on them, perhaps from riding horses or working on the farm. “Your Imperial Highness!” cried the members of the Imperial Guard, who looked visibly horrified as they streamed out of the palace.

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Alan and Hilde, Part Two: Let Loose the Wolves

How long had it been since she’d been imprisoned in this durance of light? This radiant place that resembled a celestial cloister, something out of the stories of heaven in many cultures and religions? Yet this radiant prison was that: a jail, a tortuous cell of pure light that burned away at her undead flesh twenty-four hours, seven days a week without leaving a single burn, leaving her in perpetual vampire’s agony. She needed to scream, but no one could hear her. She could barely hear herself over the perpetual hum of solar light, its forever-scorching incinerating every extremity of her body and melting away at her core – all while simultaneously keeping her agonizingly alive.

The Mundilfari heiress – the Countess – the prime minister’s crimson eyes were clenched shut. It was all she could do to try and forget the light burning her moment-to-moment.

That was the curse of Majestic Maximillian. That was the hell that he’d prepared for undead like Viola Mundilfari. Not the hell of fire and brimstone, of sulphur and isolation from God. No, this was a celestial hell that Majestic Max had crafted specially for the dark champion of Arendelle.

It was morning. Or was it night? It didn’t matter, not anymore. Her gaol was perpetual. Majestic Max telepathically suspended her naked body in the air of her own throne room in Mundilfari Keep, paralyzed, melting away forever with her consciousness cruelly intact. He smiled sadistically as he enjoyed the crackling of sunbeams wrapping around Vi, having watched her in this state of torture for over several weeks.

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Interlude: The Queen and Her Plan

Anna wanted some time alone. When Elsa wasn’t around, she would go to a place that represented not only Arendelle’s rise to world prominence and prestige, but also served as a symbol of her political savvy and ability to build bridges. This was Arendelle Hall, which had been built with Viola Mundilfari’s sponsorship and where the Arendelle Philharmonic performed regularly. Arendelle Hall represented, to Anna, everything that she was focused on protecting: a community center around which the whole kingdom could gather and everyone could bask in the national culture, identity, and aesthetic taste they had built together as a kingdom, united by the Diarchy and taken forward by Anna.

It was why she felt at home here when she needed some time out of her throne room. To think. To brood. Even a queen needed privacy, away from her ministers and jarls, all of whom were clamoring for explanations about the sudden disappearance of the prime minister, Vi herself. Legislation stuck. Laws, bills, and proposals languishing amidst political chaos and factional infighting. And there she was, every single day in the parliament of the Great Assembly, looking and feeling like a fool as she tried to hold her government together without Vi’s stern yet charismatic hand… the darkness to Anna’s light. Her shadow. Her companion.

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