A little girl with platinum blonde hair and a light blue dress ran through the forest as fast as she could, panting from exhaustion as she
fought the urge to look back to see if she was still being followed. "I knew I shouldn't have left the castle." She scolded herself quietly when
she heard something roaring behind her, quickly looking back with terror in her eyes before looking forward and running faster.
She was steadily getting closer to Arendelle before tripping on a root and falling, a shocked yelp escaping her lips when she hit the ground.
She pants quietly when she heard the beast snarling, her horrified ice blue eyes meeting it's savage dark yellow ones as it came closer and closer,
revealing itself as a black wolf, but it was a little bigger and had a few human features. The wolf bares his glimmering white fangs while she whimpers, the
summer air going cold while ice slowly creeps up the trees. She tries to crawl away before feeling it's human-like paw quickly grasp her shoulder and turn her on
her back, holding her down as it savors the smell of her fear, her eyes locking with it's own. "Please...let me go...I haven't ever done anything to you..." She begs
pathetically, tears streaming from her helpless eyes before she closed them, preparing for the inevitable when she felt it's burning breath tickle her soft, cool skin.
The wolf's scowl softens when it hears her cries, it's grip loosening a little bit as a soft growl rumbled in it's throat. "Elsa!" An older man shouts, the beast's head darting to see the king and a large group of guards rushing towards them.
The beast roars furiously before releasing Elsa and leaping towards one of the guards, ripping him to pieces before he even had time to scream when another clubs it in the head.
It yelps quickly before swiping his head from his shoulders, now standing on it's hind legs while it tears every guard that attacked limb from limb which gave time for the little girl and her father to escape...
His eyes shoot open, the midday sun blinding him as he struggles to wake up and study his surroundings. He found himself surrounded by the remains of deer, boar, bears and even a few horses and what used to be bandits judging by their armor, but luckily no civilians...this time.
He could still taste the blood on his lips, the scent alone still making his stomach growl as he collected himself, the memory of the little girl burned into his head. It had been thirteen years since that night and he still couldn't or wouldn't forgive himself for traumatizing her like he did.
"She had powers...she was most likely already scared of what she could do and I just had to come along and make it worse..." He grumbled resentfully, his voice growling as he scolds himself. He takes a breath before studying the landscape.
"Where the fuck am I...?" He asked himself, shaking his head a little before remembering he was naked. "Dammit to hell..." He grumbles, his silver eyes turning to slits as he smells the air, trying to locate the closest settlement.
He located one, a pretty decent sized one at the edge of the fjord which had a trading post not too terribly far from it. "Maybe I can restock there..." He said to himself before smelling something else.
A large group of men who reeked of death, fresh death like they had finished a raid, but it was accompanied by something else. Something more...animalistic. "They're here..." He snarls, heading to his camp which was maybe ten miles from the trading post.
He cleans up, dons his armor, which was black as night and accompanied by a black hooded cloak that looked like it has seen it's share of adventures.
After letting his hood up, he straps on a gently curved cutlass with an ebony handle and silver hand guard that was accompanied by a medium sized dirk decorated with a white oak handle and a ring hilt, to his side before draping a black leather quiver and ebony re-curve bow over his shoulder.
He dismantles his tent, what good it actually did him and stuffs it into his pack before pulling out a map, trying to figure out exactly where he was.
He studied it quietly, following the trail recorded on it from "Wandering Oaken's Trading Post" to the settlement closest to it, an irritated look decorating his face when he discovered he wasn't too far from Arendelle, the same kingdom the little girl called home.
"First the damnable raiders, now this..." He grumbles as he rolls up the map. "Maybe she moved somewhere else and I won't see her..." He said, trying to take his mind off of the nightmare that plagues him even now.
"I guess it's off to Arendelle..." He mumbles dully before pulling a mask over his face, hiding everything except his eyes, heading to the trading post first...
"Your majesty." Kai calls to Elsa calmly. She looks over to him, an exhausted look on her face. "There's someone here to see you...she said she could help with the creatures plaguing Arendelle." He explains calmly, she nods a little.
"Send her in..." She says in a soft tone, her weary eyes watching as her steward bows respectfully. "And might I suggest taking the evening off after this meeting...you look exhausted." He suggests considerately. "Maybe even join Anna on her afternoon walk?"
She smiles softly, touched by his concern. "I'll think about it...there's just so much to do..." She said calmly, almost with a yawn.
"I'll take care of anything else you have today, your majesty. I insist, you need a break." He said. She nods a little. "Thank you, Kai...I don't know what I'd do without you." She said thankfully.
"It's no trouble, your majesty. You work hard enough as it is and you more than deserve it." He smiles humbly before leaving the throne room.
She rubs her eyes sleepily, desperately trying to make sense of the reports the guards had received, mentioning mutilated bodies spread out within and even outside of Arendelle that everyone would swear some kind of animal had gotten a hold of them, a bear depending on who you asked, but there were always more superstitious folk who suggested that it was something more...unnatural.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door to the throne room open, her icy blue eyes shooting straight to a young woman with lightly tanned, but fair skin, emerald green eyes, auburn hair that she had fixed in a ponytail that just barely passed her shoulder.
She looked a couple of years older than Elsa, but had a sort of mischievous look in her eyes much like Anna. She was wearing a teal silk vest; black leather leggings decorated with a red sash and light weight leather boots that matched her leggings.
She was slender, but had a pretty detailed physique that hinted to a life time of martial training.
The woman bows respectfully as Elsa studied her. She motioned her to stand. "What do you need?" Elsa asks calmly. A playful smirk crossed the woman's face as she answers.
"It's not really what I need, your majesty. Something tells me Arendelle maybe in need of a werewolf hunter." She stated in a blunt, but witty tone. Elsa studied her quietly, raising her eyebrow when she heard the term "werewolf."
"What...makes you say that...?" She inquires, hoping she wouldn't offend her. The woman's smirk didn't fade and she shrugs her shoulders. "Mutilated bodies...sightings of strange animals...maybe some odd howling at night...?" She looked at the queen curiously as she speaks.
Elsa didn't say anything, instead nodding her head a little. "Your majesty...you've got a werewolf problem." The young woman says a little sarcastically before bowing again. "Talia Griffin, freelance werewolf hunter at your service." She introduced herself formally, not rally losing her sarcastic tone.
She smiled a little. "Pleased to meet you, Talia. I'm Elsa, Queen of Arendelle." She introduced herself formally as Talia stands. "How exactly do you plan on fighting these...things?" She asked curiously, noticing Talia grin a little bit.
"Actually, I was hoping you could assist in that a little...nothing major, I just need you to answer a few questions so we'll have a heading." She explains calmly, Elsa taking a deep breath as she speaks.
"Okay, what do you need to know?" She says quickly, motioning for Talia to take a seat. She went to the throne, sitting at least a foot from her before crossing her legs. "First thing's first...how often have the attacks occurred?" She begins calmly.
Elsa thought for a moment before answering. "They started maybe a month ago, possibly two. There's been one or two every night at the most or a series of attacks over the course of two weeks." She explains, trying to keep a steady voice as she does.
Talia nods a little, a fascinated look in her eyes. "Where have they been most frequent?" She continues. "Mostly in the forest, around the mountains even and a few too many within the city." Elsa answered.
She noticed Talia raise her eyebrow a little before asking her next question. "Any survivors...?" She asked her tone a little more grim this time.
"Two. Why?" She asked nervously, Talia's face much more serious than when she first arrived. "Will you take me to them...?" She inquires, hoping not to offend her.
Elsa watched her curiously. "May I ask why?" She asked, meeting Talia's gaze. "They may be able to tell us more about what happened..." She explains.
"The guards already questioned them, they don't remember anything." Talia's eyes got an urgent look to them after hearing Elsa's response. "Because they didn't ask the right questions..." She stated.
Elsa watches her for a moment before reluctantly nodding. "Follow me." She said as she stood up, making her way to the door with Talia right on her heels.
They started leaving the castle before Talia stops in front of one of the guards, shooting him an irritated sneer. "I'll be taking my weapons back, dick." She said bluntly, Elsa's jaw almost dropped when she heard the remark, but it wasn't until the guard returned with the various weapons that she felt it just give up.
Talia smirks contently before strapping a mahogany crossbow decorated with silver fixings and silver plated arms to her back then latching the accompanying quiver to her hip.
Then she reaches for a silver knife with a hooked tip and round pommel which had a long rope tied to it which was rolled up to where it'd be convenient for any situation.
She laced the strange weapon at the small of her back before picking up a pair of even more outlandish weapons that were about as long as daggers, but the blades wrapped around her fingers, protecting them and her knuckles and decorated with wicked serrations a few inches before the handles. (Ulaks, man, ulaks.)
She simply sheathes them in her sash before reaching for a set of what looked like silver throwing stars and strapping them to her wrists. Talia finished arming herself before turning to face Elsa, who looked her open mouth agate.
"You never know." She smirked before walking through the courtyard, looking back to make sure Elsa was following. She snaps herself back to reality and catches up to Talia, leading her across the bridge that connected the castle to Arendelle.
They arrived at a small shack not far from the edge of the city that belonged to a couple maybe in their thirties that never really did any harm to anyone. Talia quickly knocks on the door, standing beside the door frame so they wouldn't be too alarmed when they answer.
A man with short, dirty blonde hair, a fair complexion and glassy green eyes opens the door, smiling a little when he saw Elsa. "Your majesty, what a surprise." He said humbly, Talia stepping to her side afterwards.
The man's smile fades a little bit. "Is something wrong?" He asked nervously. Elsa shook her head reassuringly. "No. This woman is helping investigate the attacks and...she wants to ask you and your wife some questions." She answers softly.
The man nods a little, opening the door wider. "Of course...anything to help..." He said calmly as they enter. The shack was simple, comfortable, but dimly lit. The man motions them to a set of chairs in the middle of the living room.
"Make yourselves at home...can I get you anything?" He said respectfully, both of them shaking their heads kindly. "No, thank you." Elsa said, smiling a little before sitting in the chair on the right. Talia raised her eyebrow suspiciously before taking the chair to the left. "I'll...go fetch Katrina." He said calmly before going upstairs.
It wasn't long before the man returns with his wife, a pale, red haired woman with a slender physique and almost unsettling dark blue eyes. Talia studied them closely as they sit in a couch across from them.
"You...wanted to ask us about the attack...?" The woman asked, her voice shaking a little. Talia nods. "Yeah, I think I know what did it, but I prefer speaking with any eyewitnesses before jumping to conclusions." She explains calmly.
The couple nods a little. "We'll answer what we can." The man said, Talia nodding contently. "First, what's your name?" She asked him.
"Nikolai, but everyone calls me Nik." He answered before she motions to his wife. "And this is...Katrina?" She asked. The woman nods quietly. "My name's Talia, nice to meet you." She says with a warm smile before retaking her reserve.
"Now, first thing's first. What exactly do you remember seeing to the best of your knowledge?" She asks quickly. They thought for a minute before answering.
"It was...like a giant wolf with...maybe white fur, red or possibly yellow eyes, I can't remember." Katrina started, Talia listening with wrapped attention. "Anything else...?" She asked.
"I think I saw it standing on it's hind legs a few times, maybe even walking or running on them, but it was moving too fast for me to actually swear to that." Nikolai answers, his head hanging a little.
"Did you notice anything else unusual...?" She asked, her tone not changing in the slightest. Elsa just watched quietly, somewhat surprised by this witty, sarcastic woman's sudden serious and urgent demeanor.
"I think it had human hands, paws..." Katrina answered, somewhat confused when she thought about it. Talia nods a little, content with the answer. "Were either of you wounded...?" She asked calmly.
"A few scratches and bruises, but I think that was it." Nikolai answered, his wife's face growing grim. Talia's attention went straight to her, not saying a word.
"I was bitten...I didn't think it was anything major..." She answers sadly. A concerned look crossed Nikolai and Elsa's faces as she and Talia lock eyes.
"Did you have any strange dreams afterwards?" She asked calmly, the red headed woman nods, tears forming in her eyes. "Show me the wound..." She requests calmly.
Katrina started crying quietly when she lifts her blouse a little, revealing a lupine bite mark across her waist that looked like it healed in a pretty unnatural way. Talia's face saddened a little.
"Your majesty, would you mind escorting Nik outside...?" She asked quickly, her eyes not leaving the forlorn woman. Elsa nods reluctantly, standing up and motioning for him to follow, which he does reluctantly, kissing Katrina one last time before he did.
When she heard the door close, Talia took a deep breath, staring into Katrina's teary blue eyes. "I don't want to do it, I really don't. That's why I'm going to give you a choice." She said calmly, Katrina watching quietly.
"You could leave Arendelle, go somewhere away from civilization and hopefully learn how to control it. Or..." She didn't even finish the last part. She didn't have to.
Katrina wipes the tears from her eyes before looking to Talia again. "I couldn't do that to him..." She said, her voice crackling from the cries she had been desperately holding back.
Talia nods in understanding before standing. "I'll make it quick." She said reassuringly before walking behind her, pulling the crossbow from her back and loading it. She aims at the back of the woman's head, a single tear flowing from her emerald eyes as she pulls the trigger.
Elsa and Nikolai waited outside the door, neither of them saying a word when they suddenly heard a loud twang, Nikolai closing his eyes tightly as he breaks down crying.
She walks over to him and offered a comforting hand, which he humbly declines. "It's enough knowing she'll be at peace..." He sniffles as Talia comes walking out of the shack, a kind of upset look on her face as she looked to Nikolai.
She notices a pair of guards over. "You mind cleaning up this mess?" She asked them quietly, not wanting to upset the man any more than he already was. The guards eyed her curiously, but agree when they notice Elsa.
Talia kneels down by the mourning man. "I wish there was another way..." She said, hoping to comfort him a little. He shakes his head. "You did what you had to...at least now she won't have to suffer..." He whimpered a little before heading back inside.
Elsa sighs a little before eyeing Talia, whose face and vest had blood splattered on them.
"So..." She started. "Werewolves..." Talia answered bluntly, watching her face drop when she answers. "Is there anyone outside the city?" She asks quickly.
"The ice harvesters should be back around dusk and I think Anna went for a walk in the forest, probably going to visit Kristoff in the ice fields." Elsa answers, a confused look crossing Talia's face.
"My sister and her boyfriend." She explains. "Ah..." Talia said quietly. "She's bad about staying there after dark, though..." She said, Talia nodding a little.
"It may be best to go get them, then. It's almost dusk and if there's already werewolves in the city, I can only imagine how many are lurking in the forest, or even the ice fields." She explains urgently.
"Can you fight?" She asked. Elsa nods. "A little." Talia grinned. "Good, let's go." She said quickly, almost dragging Elsa into the forest...
Okay, here's my "Frozen" werewolf story. (Go ahead, laugh if you wanna.)
As you've probably noticed, this one is going to be much darker than "The Call of Ice and Blood" was,
but that's all apart of it. You'll see what I mean in later chapters... ;)
Btw, I hope y'all like my O.C.s so far, I know one's a little grim, but the more ya learn about him,
the more you'll understand why. Tali, on the other hand...well, she's pretty self-explanatory. Lol
Okay, y'all enjoy and the next chapter will be up a.s.a.p.
I feel like I should point this out real quick: There is absolutely no "werewolf porn" whatsoever in this fanfic.
Thank you.