The flames of the forge burned extra hot that day. All the blades for battle had been pushed aside for a special order. Sadon had received a letter from an old friend of his, one he hadn't seen in years. It was from Kristoff, explaining that he was now married to the princess of Arendelle and that the Queen's twenty-fifth birthday was coming up. He requested Sadon make her a royal blade, which Sadon had done many times before for other royalty. But this one was the most important order he ever had. It was for his best friend, and being asked to do this over a blacksmith in Arendelle made him feel proud. 

Sweat dripped from the blacksmith's forehead as he stood over the flames, hammering at the blade so it would take shape. On his work bench was a black case with a red felt interior. On top he had engraved “Queen Elsa” in gold, cursive writing. He wiped away the sweat with a rag, finally getting the blade to the shape he wanted. Setting it to cool, he got himself some water and took a deep breath. Looking at the rapier he crafted, he realized he had never worked so hard on a sword in his life. Only because Kristoff had requested it did he put more care into it.

Once the blade was finally cooled, Sadon sharpened and shined it, then placed in its scabbard and set it in the case. Looking at the time, he knew he would be arriving late to the party. A sigh escaped his lips as he got himself ready, then walked to the stable behind his house. Not knowing anything else about the Queen of Arendelle, he wondered how she would respond to this stranger presenting her with a blade crafted for royalty.

The ride from Riverwood was quite long, and when he arrived at the kingdom he requested that one of the servants get his horse some water and something to eat. Then he walked up the stairs and into the main ballroom where everyone had gathered. Never before had he seen so many people in one place. He scanned the room, looking for the only person he would know, but saw no sign of his old friend. Then he suddenly felt someone bear hug him from behind, and he could have sworn he was lifted five feet in the air.

“You know one of these times I will turn around and knock you out,” Sadon said as he readjusted his posture, then turned to face Kristoff. If anyone else saw this face, they'd be afraid of the blacksmith. But the icemaster knew better, and only let out a laugh.

“You're slipping! You don't seem as serious as you used to all those years ago!” The large blonde man continued laughing, and Sadon offered a small smile and light chuckle.

“Don't worry, I'll scare you again one of these days.”

“All bark and no bite. I'm glad you made it. It's really good to see you again Sadon.”

“Good to see you too Kristoff. I was really surprised when your letter arrived. It's been years since we last talked and suddenly you write to me saying you've married the princess of Arendelle and want me to craft a blade for the Queen. You've always been full of surprises,” Sadon patted Kristoff on the shoulder, wondering where his wife was among this large crowd.