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The others were elsewhere in the forest, still searching for Olaf. As the tornado approached them with Olaf spinning around within, they were nothing short of dumbfounded. They, too, were sucked in and joined the mayhem with Olaf.

“Hey, guys! Meet the wind spirit!” he familiarised them with his new friend. Kristoff moved about like a ragdoll in the violent winds.

“Coming through!” he warned as he passed by Alex.

“Oh, I think I’m gonna be sick!” exclaimed Anna, on the verge of throwing up.

“I’d hold your hair back, but I can’t find my arms!” complained Olaf. A sharp branch moved toward Anna. Taking notice swiftly, Elsa deflected it with her powers. But the wind spirit observed and began to play vigorously with Elsa’s hand.

“Hey! Stop!” Elsa demanded the invisible spirit as a burst of power flew unintentionally out of her hands toward Alex.

“Oh, no!” he put his hands in front of himself and deflected it off his arms, unhurt. The spirit watched this and trapped both Elsa and Alex in a spherical, spinning column of air and threw the others out, regarding them as uninteresting objects. Olaf felt giddy and collapsed soon after he got to his feet. Kristoff and Anna struggled too but got up.

Inside the windy cage, Elsa controlled herself and used her powers extensively, while Alex only spun about like a top. The spirit soon concluded that he was no good and dropped him out of the spinning cage. He took a while to get to his feet, while Anna drew herself unsafely close to the storm.

“Anna, be careful!” warned Kristoff.

“That’s my sister!” she responded, yet heeding to the warning. Within the cage, Elsa began to see the flashing images of a sword being drawn and King Runeard. Although she was overwhelmed, she managed to freeze the air over and tame the wild spirit using all her power. As the wind calmed, only memories from the past: soldiers with swords, horses, reindeer, and many more remained frozen as ice statues.

“Elsa! Are you hurt?” asked Alex, disturbed as he ran to her, followed by Anna.

“Are you okay?” Anna asked, concerned for her sister. Touched by how much the two cared for her, Elsa assured, “No, Alex, I am fine. Anna, I’m okay.”

Not long after, everyone found themselves admiring the ice statues in the surrounding.

“What are these?” asked Kristoff, fascinated. Studying the statues, Elsa began, “They look like moments in time.”

Anna remembered something instantly: one of Olaf’s fun facts. But she wasn’t sure which one. “What’s that thing you say, Olaf?” she asked, trying hard to remember.

“Oh, my theory about advancing technologies being both our savior and our doom?” he guessed.

“No, not that one, the one about--”

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“The one about cucumbers?” Olaf interrupted her. Anna continued, “No, the thing about water.”

“Oh, yeah,” he started. “Water has memory. The water that makes up you and me has passed through at least four humans or animals before us.”

Sven was peacefully drinking water from a puddle until he heard this. Naturally, he gaged it out, disgusted. Olaf concluded, “… And remembers everything.”

Soon, the tamed wind spirit came along and jovially suspended Sven in the air, like a bat—it seemed like it was happy.

“The wind’s back!” cried Olaf. The spirit swooshed up and down through him as he giggled. “I think I’ll name you Gale.” he declared as the wind drifted toward Kristoff.

“Ahh! Get out of there!” he exclaimed as the wind moved in and out of his robe and toward Anna.

“Oh… ha! Are you curious!” she laughed as the wind lifted her cape and dumped it over her head. Over to Elsa, it moved and made her braided hair wiggle under her nose.

“You in a better mood now?” she asked. Anna giggled under her cape, pointing to Elsa when the spirit made it look like she had a mustache. Alex smiled at the wind’s tussles. Now, it was his turn. He expected only a breeze through his uniform, but the wind spirit had something else in store for him: it lifted him off the ground and shot him into the air like an arrow.

“Aaaah!” he shrieked as he was taken high above the trees and into the sky. “Wow! This is all so beautiful.” he expressed, looking down at the forest and the mountains in the distance. Suddenly, the spirit hung him upside down. “Woah!” he shouted as the spirit made him rise and fall so high up in the air. He thought to himself, ‘Thank goodness I don’t have the sword, else it would have landed on one of their heads!’

Minutes later, he felt sickened by the motion. “Oh, this is no good now… Put me down!” he demanded. Just as he wanted, the spirit put him down—it simply let him fall to the ground. Elsa and Anna gasped while Kristoff stood with his mouth open. Too scared to see what happened next, Olaf covered his eyes, “I can’t watch!”

Inches off the ground, the spirit stopped and gently put him down. All of them breathed a huge sigh of relief. Alex was in mild shock; nevertheless, he gathered himself.

“That’s all very nice, Gale,” he said, slightly irritated. Olaf smiled, happy that someone was ready to use the name he kept for the spirit. “But where may I ask, is the Royal Sword of Arendelle?”

The wind spirit whizzed toward an ice statue and quickly spun around the sword, which was fastened onto an ice cloth around a young boy’s waist. The figure showed that a mysterious young girl was rescuing him. All of them rushed to the statue. Anna placed her hand on the boy’s face. His eyes were closed.

“Father… that’s Father!” she recognized, turning to Elsa.

“King Agnarr, Your Majesty.” Alex genuflected before the statue.

He observed the sword and reached for the hilt, turning to Anna. “Excuse me, Anna.” he requested her to stand clear when he pulled out the blade.

“Sure, okay.” she moved out of the way. With all his might, Alex drew the sword attached to young Agnarr’s waist. It made a loud, sonorous hum on being separated from the statue. Alex examined the blade and confirmed, “Fortunately, it’s alright.” He then sheathed the weapon. Even so, Alex looked desolated—his eyes filled with tears, but not a drop trickled down. Anna was slightly startled. “What is it, Alex?” she asked. Alex quickly placed the long sleeve of his uniform over his eyes and sniffled once. Regaining his composure, he looked up at Anna. With a bittersweet smile, he told her, “It’s nothing, Anna.”

Elsa placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and insisted, “It’s okay, Alex. You can tell me.” Taking a deep breath, he looked away, “Your mother and father, the king and queen of Arendelle, took me in at a tender age; they made me the man I am today!” By now, Kristoff and Sven came by and listened. “To think that they just disappeared… I don’t believe it! And… I seek the truth.” Alex declared firmly. He turned around as Elsa’s arm slipped off his shoulder. Looking at the sisters, he went on, “There was one more, rare opportunity they gave me: to become the Royal Sergeant of Arendelle.” Both Elsa and Anna smiled.

“It was also because of me,” Anna said happily, giving Alex a nudge. He smirked again, but this time with joy, “And then there was little Anna. She really wanted me to stay.”

“Of course!” replied Anna. “I mean… we would have died of boredom in that empty castle if it wasn’t for you.” She looked at her big sister, who nodded, agreeing with her.