Okay, here's my newest story. I mentioned that I was gonna do this in one of the chapters of Frozen Hearts and Blazing Souls. It adds a few of my characters from that story, like Daniel. And this one is one I like to call Battle of Light and Dark. I've had this one going through my head for months. I've figured out a lot I want to put in, so I hope you like it. Let's begin.
In the kingdom of Arendlle, Elsa, Anna, and Kristoff all lived in peace, and never thought anything would go badly wrong, like it did when Elsa ran away and set off the eternal winter. But they were wrong. Another series of events had happened, which changed their lives for the better.
It all began ten months after the Great Thaw. Elsa had no longer hid her powers, there was nothing left to fear in them, thanks to Anna, and she and Anna had finally gotten to be together, never to shut each other out again.
It was a warm spring day, and Anna and Kristoff had gone out on a date.
Kristoff had taken Anna into the Arenelle Tavern.
"What's this place?" Anna asked.
"This is my usual spot," Kristoff answered. "Before I met you, I used to come here all the time. There's a lot of big, scary guys, but as long as you don't say anything about them, and with some don't make eye contact, then you'll be fine."
They pushed open the wooden doors of the tavern and went in.
Inside there were men all over at tables, they were drinking, arm wrestling, pounding each other. At the piano there was a big, muscular guy with black hair going gray, pale green eyes, he had shaved facial hair on his face, he wore a black sleeveless shirt, brown boots, and had a rusted, silver hook, instead of a left hand.
"Kristoff, who is that?" Anna gestured to the guy at the piano.
"That's John Breaker. Don't look at him!" Kristoff pulled Anna's sight away from the man. "He doesn't like when people just look at him. He's well known as the Bonecrusher. He's wanted in five other places, for stealing, harassing, and bone crushing."
They took their seats at a table near the doors of the place, and just talked over how they'd build on their relationship.
As the chattering, drinking, arm wrestling, and John playing the piano went on, the doors of the tavern opened, and it all stopped.
Everyone looked to see a white man, with shaved, black hair, a trimmed mustache, a shaved shadow around his face, ocean blue eyes, wearing a black robe. Underneath his robe a sword dangled on his left hip, he could be seen wearing black boots, dark gray pants, and an old, blue shirt, he also had a black glove on his left hand.
The man walked across the tavern, and to the counter.
"Who is that?" Anna asked Kristoff.
"I don't know. Never seen him before," Kristoff replied.
"What'll it be," the bartender asked the stranger.
The stranger reached into his pocket, and laid a handful of gold coins on the counter. "Biggest mug you have of ale."
The bartender was surprised at his payment, then he took a big mug, and turned behind him to a barrel, filled the mug, then placed it in front of the stranger and took the money.
The man took his drink and then took a big gulp of it.
Everything had resumed before he came in, except the Bonecrusher at the piano. He stood up glaring at the man, because he didn't like him. He walked over towards the stranger, and stood right behind him.
The Bonecrusher was so big, that his shadow completely covered the stranger.
The stranger looked behind and looked up towards the Bonecrusher. He looked left, then looked right, and then he took another drink of his ale, and looked back up to him, with a confused look on his face. "Can I help you?"
"What's a short man like you doing in my tavern?"
"Your tavern?"
"Yes. My tavern. In case you don't know, I'm a terror in people from five different places."
"You don't look so tough to me." And he took another swig from his ale.
Everyone then jumped from their seats and backed up against the wall.
"You really don't know who you're talking to, do you, kid? I'm John Breaker. But I'm better known as the Bonecrusher. And you keep talking, you're gonna learn what fear is, and why they call me that."
The man took another drink and then stood up. "'Fear'? Don't make me laugh. Listen here, Mr. Bonecrusher. For the past five years, I've been wandering in the wild, and I've encountered deadly, bloodthirsty, and scary creatures. Ones who'd make you rattle from the inside out. Compared to all that, you're about as scary as a cowardly chicken." Then he sat back down.
"You're really asking for a real beating today, tiny."
"'Tiny'?!" the man glared up. "Now I really do take offense to insults, sir. I do."
"Well, let's just see what my hook has to say about that," he raised his hook to the stranger's face.
"Here's what I think of your hook."
The stranger took off his hook, then he twisted it into a knot, then put it back.
Everyone in the tavern looked and was really shocked at what the man has just done.
The Bonecrusher looked to his bent hook, then glared angrily down at the stranger. "Now you're dead, squirt."
"Ooh, I'm so scared. I'm shaking in my boots. Hit me with your best shot," the stranger mocked him, then turned away and took another drink.
The Bonecrusher prepared to slam his fist and clobber him, but as he did, the man grabbed his fist, and stopped him. He put his ale back on the counter, then punched him away.
The Bonecrusher went flying back, landed on a table, and broke it.
"Kill him!" the Bonecrusher yelled, and up to five more men charged at the stranger.
The stranger stood there as the rouge men came at him, but when they got to him they couldn't land a hit. The stranger had great reflexes. He used them to avoid each hit, and counterattack. He also made the men beat each other up, by being in front of one when another would make their attack.
When one was about to slam his fist down, the stranger put up his left gloved arm, and made him hit that.
The man who hit his arm screamed in pain after he hit, and held his hand in pain.
While he was holding his pained hand, the stranger picked him up, lifted him over his head, then threw him at the other guys, making them all collapse.
"Don't judge someone by their look. I'm stronger than I appear to be," the man went back over to the counter, picked up his ale, then chugged the rest down. After that, he slammed it back on the counter, then burped loudly. He then walked away and left the tavern.
"I don't know who he was, but I give him big credit for taking down the Bonecrusher," said Kristoff.
"We should tell Elsa about this," Anna suggested.
"Yeah. Let's go."
Anna and Kristoff got up and they left the tavern, and headed back to the castle.
Back at the castle, they'd both explained to Elsa everything that had happened at the tavern.
"So this man twisted the other man's hook into a knot? Are you sure you saw it clearly?" Elsa asked both of them.
"Yes. He took the Bonecrusher's hook, then he literally bent it, and twisted it into a knot," Kristoff replied.
"Then he took on five men that came at him. They were all at least a few feet taller, but he still beat them," Anna took over.
"I don't understand how someone could be that strong," Elsa wondered. "If you ever see him again, just ask him politely to come with you. I'm gonna want to talk with him."
"But what if he's some kind of criminal?" Anna asked.
"We'll have all guards here to make sure nothing happens, just in case," Elsa answered. "Well thank you for telling me this. You can both go now."
They both went to leave and Elsa turned away, thinking about this.
"Oh, and one more thing," Kristoff stopped at the door. "One of the guys was gonna pound him, but he stopped it using his arm. When the guy hit, he kind of hurt himself, somehow. It's like that guy's arm was stone or something."
"Did you see what happened there?" Elsa asked.
"No. He had a black glove on his left hand."
Then they both left and Elsa just started to put some thought into it.
Ok, viewers. Hope you liked this, because this is just the beginning. What I do next. They'll discover some strange things about this man. And what other secrets is he hiding, well you'll just have to wait and find out. Please read, review, and enjoy.