"It is possible to believe that all the past is but the beginning of a beginning, and that all that is and has been is but the twilight of the dawn. It is possible to believe that all the human mind has ever accomplished is but the dream before the awakening."
― H.G. WELLS
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For the second time, she dove out the way from a huge swinging long sword. She was barely back on her feet when an arrow forced her body to roll away again. Left, right, front, back, everywhere was full of pointed end. Literally.
Her hands trembled. The sword in her left hand felt useless and the shield was too heavy to lift. Her whole body was heavy because of plate of armors she was wearing. It had been pure luck she had been successfully dodging the upcoming offended weapons aimed for her.
She looked up into the air that now smelt of sweat and blood. The cold hard ground beneath her feet shook by hundreds weights of soldiers. The sound of clashing metals deafened her ears. She kept wincing when hearing sound of metals met flesh followed by groaning, and more often painful terrifying scream.
It was a nightmare. She was sure of it. The soldiers around her wore either blue or red armors. Those who wore blue capes bore an insignia of something resembled a bird and cross, while others who were wearing red capes bore a crest of black sun. Observing her surrounding again, it seemed that the Reds were losing. In her peripheral, the blue soldiers were quickly pushing back the Reds by the numbers. More Reds were down, and when one red soldier was down, three of blue soldiers emerged from the back of defense line.
She glanced down to herself. Blue was her color too. She was winning.
She was still half laying on the ground, not daring to move as there was a slaughter happening all around her. Perhaps if she stayed down, she could survive the nightmare by pretending to be dead.
An arrow whizzed over her head, merely by inch.
Nope. Not staying. Bad idea.
The decision to move and get up was not good either because the next second she found herself face to face with another pointed end of a sword.
"What a nice surprise to see the Princess laying on the dirt, huh?" The sword spoke.
No. Not the sword. Her gaze trailed along the sword and met with a masculine figure, smiling cockily and mocking her with his glare. If not because of his annoying grin, his appearance wasn't appealing wither. He had no right to judge while he too... was covered in dirt and blood.
Wait, what did he just say before?
"Hmmm... going speechless, princess? No last words to say? That's very unbecoming of you." He continued while stepping forward. His sword was now right on her neck. A move and she was done for.
Princess? What the hell is talking about?
The red soldier clearly hated her guts. Well... He was red and she was blue afterall. However, she had no idea what she was doing in a battlefield and if he had a grudge somehow, he should've gotten over it.
Afterall, this was all only a nightmare.
She winced.
His sword had grazed her neck and drawing blood.
It hurted.
Now she was officially terrified.
What the hell is happening? She shouted mentally. Her eyes darting frantically, she needed to get away from the cocky soldier.
It hurted so this was not a dream. If it hurted, she could die.
Think!
"... well, I do have last word for you..." She said weakly. Convincing appearance and acting like she was dying was not a big deal for her.
His smile widened, "Well, Princess... say it."
She lifted her hand dramatically and pointed upward to the sky with horrified expression etched on her face.
"Look! There is an UFO!"
Right.
She had no idea if these people, who were carrying around long swords and wearing armor plates, looking like some medieval groupie, knew what UFO was. However, the cocky red soldier took her bait and snapped her head up to the sky.
That millisecond she used to roll out the way and kicked his groin hard. Cheap move, but if a girl do it, it is a cool move.
The cocky red soldier collapsed in heap of pain. His expression was funny, but she had no time to laugh since she was in the middle of a battlefield. She hurriedly snatched his sword from the ground (which had fallen while he was busy holding his crotch in pain).
"Aha!" Now was her turn to smile triumphantly. "Any last word?"
He was too in pain to talk.
"Well, do you mind if I ask something then?" She crouched so she could look him right in the eye.
He weakly nodded, grimacing a little.
"Where are we?" She asked and somehow managed to look bored and not terrified like her heartbeat was doing.
"... uhm... Arendelle."
Arendelle. So she was still inside the country. However for 16 years she had been living in Arendelle, not once she came over to very unfamiliar places.
They were on some clearing between high cliffs and she could not see any road and buildings.
It was very odd. One night she was on the way to bed, and then she woke up in the middle of some medieval war re-enactment. Whoever managed to pull this prank on her was going to pay. She swore it in the name of her dog's grave.
"Say... can I borrow your cell phone? I promise it will be only a moment."
The Red soldier's expression now seemed puzzled. "Excuse me, Princess? What are you talking about?"
"Shut it with the royalty, damn it! I'm finished here. If you give me your phone, perhaps I will hold back to sue you from hurting my neck."
The Red soldier went still. He was now looking at her like she had grown a third head.
"Alright. That's it! I'll tell all of you to my parents and you groupie will meet our lawyer!" She threatened again, hoping the prankster (she guessed it was Kristoff) would come out and laughing at her full of victory.
She waited for the soldier's response. Still nothing. This was getting frustrating.
"... okay, what's your name again?"
This time, the Red soldier answered with a bite in his voice, "I am Prince Hans of Southern Isles."
She snorted. This guy and his friends were really convincing.
"Alright, Isles..." She was stopped by the sudden chill that spread on entire clearing. "Holy crap... it's cold!" And here she had thought August was supposed to be warm.
The Red Soldier near her, Isles or Prince or whatever went pale. He took a shaky breath, he seemed petrified and holding his gaze to the Blue Soldier's defense line. Not just him, every soldiers in the area had the same expression, like expecting something horrifying to emerge from the other side, bringing doom to them all.
"O-okay... What is-is it?" Her teeth chattered. The ground was freezing, even the air was hard to breathe in.
"The queen..." Isles guy whispered in fear.
She rolled her eyes. Their acting really on par level with those Hollywood bunch.
She was about to retort when she saw the figure finally came into view.
The Queen.
Her jaw dropped.
The figure who was now approaching to her direction was clearly one.
The Goddess.
It would suit more though.
A woman with platinum blonde hair, pale skin, crystal blue eyes, figure like runway models... she looked regal and... Fierce was walking (striding gracefully) tearing into the battlefield. No soldier was brave enough to come into her path. They simply separated like a red sea.
She wished she had brought her camera as wanted to keep this amazing scene.
She was no poet. However, looking at the gorgeous Queen (Goddess, seriously), made her wish she was one. She wanted to describe the beauty but common sense and words had lost on her. Medieval groupie or not... she had to get her number after this re-enactment show ended.
She was so lost with her thought that now she only realized that the Queen had stood exactly in front of her.
She looked up and couldn't fight the blush on her entire face. "... uh oh..." She blurted.
Holy crap, she was speechless. She had gone from functional human being into a brain damage mental patient spectacularly.
"Anna." The Queen called her name softly. She shivered. Not because of the temperature.
Uh oh. She knew her name, but how? Was there any registration table somewhere? On the bright side, they could skip the introduction.
The Queen kneeled down and looked into her eyes. She tilted her head slightly, her clear blue eyes were now looking at her thoroughly.
Anna's blush darkened, realizing that the Queen was looking at her intensely.
Then Anna felt a cold finger lifting up her chin.
"You are hurt." The Queen frowned.
She almost forgot about the injury that Isles guy had made. It seemed the queen was a boss of this re-enactment or something. She totally nailed the Queen part.
Anna smiled, amused.
The Queen gasped, "... you... smile."
Wasn't it obvious? Whoever being that was under the presence of very gorgeous being, usually were happy being.
"Anna. Are you alright?" She asked, concern and worry now on the beautiful face.
Then it hit her. She hadn't said a single coherent sentence yet.
"I am okay! Fine! Don't worry, I won't sue that Isles guy over there! That reminds me... may I borrow your phone? I forget mine at home. I don't know where is this, and I will call my friend to pick me up... it's alright if you don't have a phone on the moment, perhaps others with pockets have it with them... now, can I ask your number?" Anna rambled on. Her bad habit always came out everytime she was nervous to the core.
Smooth Anna, real smooth.
The Queen's frowned again. "Anna... I-I don't know what you are talking about..." The Queen's cold hand now travelled to Anna's head. A cold palm was pressed on her forehead.
Anna winced. Apparently she also had a bump on her head too. She noticed how The Queen seemed sorrowful and… guilty?
"... You are hurt... I apologize for I was late to aid you... I-" The Queen took a shaky breathe and Anna undoubtedly heard a slight growl coming from the Queen. She was still beautiful, but her face now was full of anger and pure rage.
Anna gulped. Even she was scared.
The Queen turned her gaze to the Isles guy who was still laying on the ground. The battle had stopped, now that Anna noticed. The blue side had won and now Reds were retreating respectively to the other side.
Anna's gaze was back to The Queen who stood regally in front of the fallen Red Prince. The Queen's eyes were full of resentment and anger. She looked totally loathe the guy. Well the guy did injure a civilian with medieval weapon even if this was only a play. If Anna were him, she would've run hurdling back home. Not without her number though, not.
"... Prince Hans of Southern Isles has committed a capital crime by leading a coup d'etat in Arendelle Empire. Southern Isles which under the Arendelle Empire would strip Prince Hans from the power and as the punishment I, Queen Elsa of Arendelle hereby cast you away to the far east for indefinite time." The Queen said coldly.
Queen Elsa. That one Anna knew in her history class. The historical Ice Queen and the most powerful ruler in Arendelle history.
Speaking of cold... Anna could use some chicken soup now. The temperature was ridiculous. How these guys pulled out stunts like this? It was going to cost them a fortune.
With that, the Red Prince was hoisted away by several guards without giving him time to protest.
The show was over. People should've gotten up and cleaned everything.
Anna looked around to search any camera or some face she knew would pop out and yelled 'CUT'.
Nothing and no one appeared.
She was perplexed. She decided to run to nearby cliffs and determined to bust some cameramen or normal people with t-shirts hiding behind it.
She jumped several rocky path and climbed up to peek over it.
There was nothing.
Are you fucking kidding me?! She was sure she had gone crazy. If this wasn't a re-enactment show, so what the hell was this?
No way. No way. Impossible!
"Anna!" The Queen called her name. She didn't even feel the cold anymore. Her mind was buzzing, trying hard to find any other possibilities than a chance of her to be thrown over into some medieval universe.
Wait. She was still in Arendelle.
Anna went back to The Queen. She felt like the gorgeous woman was now her only hope to answer her question.
"What year is it?" Anna asked hurriedly.
The Queen still looked at her in concern, but she answered Anna's question. "Today is exactly the 16th years since Arendelle Rising."
Anna's eyes bulged out. Arendelle Rising occured in 15th century... the exact year was 1432... so that meant... year 1448. Anna never a fan of history lesson, but she always paid attention in class, especially Arendelle time in 15th century. That time was Anna's favorite chapter because Arendelle's peak of glory was governed by the most famous ruler in Arendelle history.
Anna's gaze now focused on the regal gorgeous queen. It was not possible.
"... You are Queen Elsa of Arendelle." Anna whispered.
Queen Elsa was staring at her, her expression was trying to figure out the girl in front of her.
"Yes. And I am also your older sister, the one who has full right to order you to tell me with no lies when I ask. You have been acting strange, are you alright?"
Anna's mouth hang opened like a fish.
After that, after too much shock, and perhaps her adrenaline had running out, Anna's vision faded to black.
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