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1809 Arendelle
"Ow!"
The familiar voice and cry of pain made Queen Elsa freeze cold (no pun intended) in her tracks. With fear in her heart she rushed toward the source of Anna's voice.
"Ow!"
She hurried faster, slicking the floorswith ice to glide across them, grabbing random guards she encountered along the way. "Your majesty?" One asked fearfully while sliding up to the Ice Witch's side.
"My sister! She's in pain! Listen!"
"Ow!" This time it was followed by a loud, thundering crash.
The guards, more athletic, took their cue and three rushed ahead while two remained flanking the older sister in case of an attack.
"Princess Anna, hold on!" the guard captain shouted and smashed the locked door to the east study open with his sheer size and heavy armor.
Moments later, a slightly winded Elsa came into the door frame with the guards at her side. In she swore at herself for being so out of shape, even when using her magic to aid her movement. Against her exhaustion she looked up and the gravity of the situation dropped.
There was Anna, held up by her collar like a misbehaving cat, one hand speckled with dozens of minor wounds and the guard holding a dagger in his hand. "The princess was juggling knives, your majesty!"
"I wasn't juggling them, Eirik, I was practicing throwing them." Anna then gestured to the large, heavy, and pretty much decorative tome on the fireplace mantel. That was completely untouched while a everything around it was destroyed or had a knife embedded into it.
"Anna..." The queen breathed, still slightly out of breath. "What is possessing you to do this?!"
Eirik finally set Anna down, but kept the knife well out of her grasp. "Well..." the younger sister began then briefly rushed to try to snatch her knife back only to come up several feet short of reaching the captain's relaxed arm height.
Calming down, she finished her explanation. "I'm trying to learn how to become an assassin."
Elsa, the Ice Queen of Arendelle, palmed her face.
Kristoff, the 'royal ice supplier' watched with some bemusement as Anna flew through the air for the third time in the last hour and landed on her back in the dust, wooden sword clattering away from her, and her opponent just shaking his head.
"I'm okay!" Anna assured with the same, chipper enthusiasm she did after every major blow she took.
"Remind me why she's doing this again?" The brawny iceman asked the older sister, currently being measured for training armor by the royal smith.
"Anna wants to learn how spies and assassin's fight as well as their methodology to help protect me and so I do not have to worry about her so much."
"Fine job she's doing." The ice man remarked when he watched Elsa wince and restrain herself from running to her sister's side as she took another blow to the head. ("Wow! This helmet really protects quite well!")
"Yes, well, if it makes her happy I suppose. And it will give us something to do together."
"And why are you doing this? I mean you're the one with all the ice powers."
"Because I'm out of shape." The blond sister explained and turned beat red when the large man's gaze went up and down her.
Smirking he countered "You seem of a pretty good shape to me." He teased while appreciating the Ice Queen's beauty. And got his mouth frozen over for his troubles. Totally worth it.
"That's besides the point, Kristoff. I got winded skating only a moving half way through the castle, and I still could not keep up with my own guards on my own element! I've spent months at a time, locked in my room until recently, I need this exercise, and perhaps Anna's right and we do need to learn to protect ourselves."
Smashing the impromptu gag, Kristoff nodded with understanding. "Alright, I'll do what I can to support you both, heck, maybe I can join in too. Learn more fighting moves than 'punch' and 'help me, Sven!'"
Elsa gave an appreciative smile to the ice man before Anna crashed into them.
"I'm okay!"
"What possessed me to torture myself like so?" Elsa gasped and wheezed, sweating small torrents even with a personal snowdrift and resting her head on Olaf. Right now envying her sister's boundless energy and Kristoff's natural physical prowess.
The snowman turned so his and his creator's foreheads touched. "Well, I thought you did wonderfully during the gymnastics race!"
"That was just running laps and I fell over from exhaustion, not somersaulted."
"Oh... Well I thought it was lovely anyway! Cold drink?" The construct offered, reaching into himself and pulling out a closed stein of something (it was cold, that's all that mattered) which Elsa thanked him profusely for and proceeded to down.
She was soon joined by a sweaty, but far from as tired iceman. "So, Anna told me you guys hired a professional to help train her on the ways of the assassin. Is that true?"
Elsa, throwing away her royal etiquette (it was Kristoff anyway, she could relax around him) and sushed him momentarily with one hand while continuing to pour the contents of the stein into her mouth with the other. Not caring that some of the cold beer leaked out the corners of her lips and dribbled down her chest.
"Chug! Chug! Chug!" Olaf cheered until a the ice queen let out a satisfied gasp and slammed down the emptied mug, her face slightly red.
"Olaf... Was that my beer?"
"Oh! I was wondering who that jerk face was who shoved a stein in me!"
"That was me. Five minutes ago. Elsa, are you okay?"
"Ah'm fiiine!" Elsa reassured and draped herself over Kristoff, her fingers wandering until her half-lidded gaze met his. "An' yesh. Anna's gonna be a GREAT assassin! We hired the best!"
"Your majesty! Anna's new instructor is here!"
"Thanksh, Uruk... Bring'em on in! Wow... Your nice and warm, Kris." The elder royal sister commented and and began patting the iceman down lower and lower.
Kristoff shot up. "okay! I think I'm ready to get back to work and the queen is done for the day!"
The younger royal sister skipped merrily through the halls, always happy to have guests, and this one would be staying for quite some time!
Her mentor in the art of assassination was a stoic man from Russia, still heavily dressed in his white coats, being examined by the guards, and his luggage being managed by the servants.
"Hellooo! I'm Anna! I'm gonna be your student, it's nice to meet you Mister..."
Great, another man whose name she didn't know. Her training was going to end with her dying in another dark room, wasn't it?
Instead the man smiled and pulled off his hood revealing rough features. "Orelov. Nikolai Orelov."
Out amongst where the guards train, a crowd had formed, wanting to see the prowess of the mysterious assassin from Russia. Kristoff and Elsa (Who was suffering from a mild hangover) had gathered with the rest, a strange sort of tension in the air at odds with Anna's bubbly giddiness and Orelov's calm demeanor as he began to speak with the guard captain.
"So how much and how well has this girl been trained so far?" He asked with a trace of Russian in his speech.
Eirik just shook his head. "She's got a lot of energy so she can take long lessons, and you'll need them. She still doesn't understand what it means to wield a blade, maybe you can show her?"
"I am not much of a teacher…" Nikolai trailed off and looked back while Anna was doing warm up stretches he was sure would be inappropriate if she was still wearing her dresses. Points for flexibility though. "But I think she is a good first student."
"Wait? First! Get back he-" Before the larger man could seize the assassin he was already far from Eirik's long reach and calling to his student.
"Princess Anna!" Orelov shouted with a bit of a smile and watched the redhead fall over while raising her leg over her head and scramble back up to her new teacher.
"Yes, Mr. Orelov?"
"Before we begin our lessons, I wanted to know, why does such a sweet girl like you want to learn a dark art of assassination?"
When the assassin looked into those eyes of Anna's, those sparkling, gentle, bright blue eyes she had told of innocence and kindness. "I want to use what I know about how assassin's work to be able to protect my sister from them!"
"And you truly wish to learn from me to do so?"
"Yes!"
Then it was his job to correct the look in her eyes.
The entire courtyard went into an uproar as they watched the younger princess double over from a hard punch to the gut and get kicked aside with such force she rolled into some of the staff rushing to her aid. Her sister was now rushing out to try to help her baby sister, Anna was watching him with a betrayed look.
This was the part they were all going to hate the most.
Orelov rushed towards the queen who wore an increasingly confused look on her face that became terror as Kristoff was easily pushed aside and she watched a knife blade appear from under the Russian's sleeve and fly towards her throat while she attempted to counter with a wave of ice.
His hand was pressed firmly against Elsa's neck, the blonde genuinely trembling her defense had been evaded. Slowly, he drew back his hand revealing the blade had been recalled before the strike.
Orelov stepped away and a dozen guards rushed to their queen's side, another dozen rushed to Anna's, and a third began leveling their weapons on the man in white. "Do you see, princess Anna? I and many more devious than I are the foes you must protect your sister from. To know the inner mind of an assassin breaks even strong men and women. You will never feel at peace, even in your own bed, wracked with paranoia. He who increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow, Princess Anna. Do you honestly want to any part in this style of life?"
Anna rushed forward, towards her 'mentor' past him to ensure her beloved sister was truly alright, then, against everyone's urgings she met him face to face.
"And that's how you would try to kill me sister… If that had been your plan?" Asked the younger redhead, her whole body shaking and the lingering pain from the previous two strikes still fresh for her.
Nikolai nodded grimly. "One of many."
His jaw exploded with pain when the princess suddenly slugged him in the face. "Then I want our next lesson tomorrow at dawn. Is that clear?"
After rubbing his sore face, Orelov looked back at Anna and met her gaze, they were still much the same as before, but alongside those things included fear and anger, but eclipsing everything else was an iron will. She wanted to learn his ways.
His hood shadowing his features in the sun like Death in white, it hid his smile of pride. "As you will, Princess."
"Then we're done for today." Anna dismissed and regrouped with her sister and Kristoff. "And one more thing." She called over her shoulder before turning to face the assassin again, her eyes becoming an icy blue. "Never touch my sister like that again. Not even for demonstration. Is that clear?"
"Yes, princess Anna." Orelov bowed, but smiled even more. She was already a better student than he ever could have hoped for.
Notes: The story's pacing and scene jumps may seem odd at times, especially in the beginning. This began as a 4chan, /co/ Frozen General thing spawned from one anonymous' idea of Anna becoming a court assassin in Arendelle. Getting a strike of inspiration not long after, I took the idea and ran with it, mixing in elements of the Assassin's Creed franchise. The very original story was confined to two thousand character segments per-post, which I later copied to Google Docs and then began to work in there before posting new bits. I should also note that, in the future, I may revisit and revise this story.
I also want to note this is not a true crossover. For anyone familiar with the actual Assassin's Creed: The Fall comic, they will likely immediately realize that this Nikolai Orelov is alive decades earlier than his official counterpart, far more competent, and kinder. He is Nikolai Orelov in name only. Other elements will be used (historical accuracy though was out the window the moment I mixed in Frozen though), but ultimately this is less of a crossover and more "Disney Princess Canon with Assassin's Creed themes and Elements". I hope you've enjoyed this first chapter of many.
Perhaps someday I'll later write in a story where Pocahontas trains under Definitely Not!Conner.
Thanks for reading so far!