[Massachusetts 1778]
It has been three years now since the American Colonies have started their war for independence from the rule of the British Empire. Every day, more brave men and even some women have taken up arms to fight back against the Imperialism of the British and seek a future in the New World. The Colonist Patriots have been waging battles all over the lands with either Loyalist or Regular Redcoats both on open battlefields or in the very streets. King George III moves more soldiers to quell the rebel forces of the Patriot armies so as to regain control over the lands he rightfully rules while General George Washington leads the Continental Army forward against overwhelming odds, in the hopes of securing freedom and a future for his countrymen. The birth of a nation.
Meanwhile, another war wages on which have effects of major importance on both sides of the conflict. A war that has waged on and on between the Brotherhood of the Assassins and the Templar Knights, since Altair Ibn La Ahad first traveled to Acre, Damascus and Jerusalem to fight and kill many of their Order and starting the war. A war that has seen the deaths of hundreds of thousands between two orders that seek either freedom or control. A war that has now spread to the new world that will effect the lives of everyone living upon it's soil and the lives of many more who will one day be born upon it. The outcome of this war will send ripples across the Globe and shock waves through the ages. It's a war that the Assassins cannot afford to lose.
At a quiet and peaceful community known as the Davenport Homestead, lived one such young yet very skilled Assassin. His name Ratonhnhaké:ton of the Kanienkehaka or the Mohawks. But he is known by everyone closest to him as Connor Kenway. At 22 now, the young Mohawk Native had built a very impressive reputation in the new Brotherhood of the Colonies, under the tutelage of his Mentor and friend Achilles Davenport. It wasn't easy to convince the old man to take him under his wing mind you. Before he showed up to ask for training, even without knowing what he was even asking for, Achilles had long since given up on the Brotherhood after a traitor to the order had left and joined the Templars only to return and kill all his students.
Ratonhnhaké:ton waited outside his manor for several days before finally convincing him to open his doors to him and giving him the whole story of the war between the Assassins and the Templars, the promise to teach him in the way of the Brotherhood as well as give him his new name Connor. He'd later have to take a last name when he became the Captain of the Aquila and he decided to take his father's name which is how he became Connor Kenway. Now he was both an Assassin of the order with several other assassins in the guild he started in both Boston Massachusetts and New York City New York as well as a Privateer Captain with a fine ship and crew under his command. He was also a trusted ally and friend to General George Washington.
It was midday and Connor was now returning from the forest after a hunting trip with one of his friends and a fellow settler named Myriam. Together, the both of them had killed several bucks, some elks, and a half dozen beavers, raccoons and hares. As the young Native made his way back to the manor where he stayed with Achilles, he saw a lone rider coming up the road to the house. Connor could tell by his uniform that he was a Minuteman of the Massachusetts Militia. Connor then made his way up and the rider stopped when he saw him. He came to a halt before lifting his hat to get a better look at him.
"Captain Kenway?" he asked.
"Yes." he replied.
The rider then reached into his satchel and handed him a letter with a seal that Connor recognized as General Washington's. "Important Message for you Sir from the General." he said, handing the envelop to him before turning his steed and riding off.
Connor entered the manor before opening the letter and reading it's contents. At the same time, Achilles walked up to his young pupil. "I just saw the messenger ride off." he said, walking over with the aid of his cane. "I take it it's important?" he asked.
Connor handed the letter over to Achilles so he could read it for himself. "It would seem so." he replied.
The elderly man took it and started reading over it. "A letter from General Washington." he commented. The letter read...
Captain Kenway
I have received important news from Congress. It would seem that Fate favors our cause as the Colonies now have a new window of opportunity in gaining an ally in our war efforts against the British. I will be in the City of Boston for the next ten days. Please meet me at the ports where we may discuss further details. I believe this may be a turning point for us in our fight with the British and there's nobody else I can trust for the task in mind. I will wait for you there.
Sincerely, Lt. General George Washington
"It would seem that the General is requesting your aid once more Connor." said the old man once he had finished reading.
"Do you believe I should take the mission?" he asked. "I'm not really one for politics." he told him.
"Do not forget that the Colonies are fighting for Independence and Self Determination." Achilles replied, leaning on his cane. "If America is to become an Independent Sovereign Nation in it's own right, it requires more than simply defeating the British Empire. They must also gain recognition from other nations such as Europe and right now, only France seems willing to aid them. The rest of the known world sees us as little more than Rebels taking up arms against our King. Victory in the world of Politics is just as important as victory on the field of battle." he told him.
Connor nodded his head at that. Now that he really thought about it, they weren't just fighting the British. England had many powerful allies and they've hired many Mercenaries including the Hessians. If the American Colonies were to make it as a free country of their own, they would need allies as well.
"Then I should meet up with Mr. Faulkner at the Docks and ready the Aquila for another voyage." he said finally.
"Yes you should." he replied. "But before you do, I'd like you to come downstairs with me. I have something I'd like to give you." he told him as he turned and headed to the hidden door down the hallway.
"Like what?" he asked him.
"You'll see." said the old man with a grin before he kept on walking.
Connor followed him downstairs to the hidden basement where he kept all his weapons, provisions, gear and uniforms. Connor walked over to the wall where the portraits of all his targets were on display. Of the seven pictures of the Templars upon the wall, four of them had white X's that crossed them out. Those were the men he'd hunted down and killed so far. The men of course were William Johnson, a Businessman who plotted to illegally buy the land his village was built upon. John Pitcairn, a Major in the King's Army and a skilled military leader in his own right, Thomas Hickey, a smuggler and forger who ran a spy network for the order and last but not least, Nicholas Biddle who was hoping to become Admiral so the Templars could take control the Navy.
Beneath these pictures were the mementos he had collected from each of his targets when he assassinated them. The remaining three portraits on the wall were Benjamin Church, an arms dealer of a sorts, Charles Lee, the second in command of the Templar Knights in the Colonies as well as the very same man who once led an attack on his village when he was a young boy which led to the death of his mother Kaniehtí:io. Lee was undoubtedly the object of Connor's life long mission for revenge. He met him again a few more times years later and although he hadn't had his chance to kill him yet, his desire for justice hasn't subsided. Last but not least, the final portrait on the wall was the Grand Master of the order and his own father, Haytham Kenway.
As he looked over the paintings on the wall, Achilles made his way back to his student.
"Connor." he said, getting the young Native to turn his attention to him. "I have a new weapon for you that I think you might find very useful." he said, holding out his hand to show him.
The object in question looked like a long, strait and smooth piece of wood that was completely hollow and open on both ends. It was also decorated with colorful bird feathers which he didn't recognize and painted with intricate patterns up and down the wood.
"What is it?" he asked, taking it from his mentor.
"It's a Blowpipe." replied Achilles. "This was a weapon that was commonly used by the Natives of the Caribbean Islands as well as the Central and South Americas. This one was made among the Native Mayan People and once belonged to your Grandfather Edward Kenway, given to him by his Mentor Ah Tabai." he told him.
Connor wasn't expecting to hear him say that. He didn't know much about his grandfather except that he was both a notorious Pirate Captain and a skilled Assassin in his own right who would later die fighting the Templars. He felt a sense of awe, holding the very weapon that belong to his grandfather of all people.
"How does it work?" he asked him.
Achilles reached into a bag that he was holding in his other hand and pulled out a dart with blue feathers on the end of it. "Be careful." he told him, handing the dart to Connor. "Put the pointed end in first through one end and then raise it to your lips. Take aim at the targets along the wall over there and simply blow through it." he instructed.
Connor inserted the dart into the end like his teacher told him and then lifted the weapon to his mouth before taking aim and with a strong breath, shot the dart out which glided through the air and struck the target near dead center.
"As you can see, it makes no noise when you fire it." said Achilles. "While it may not have the same range as either a firearm or your hunting bow, you can use it effectively without giving away your position to your enemies. I'd like you to practice as often as you can and become familiar with it." he told him.
"I can see how this would help." he replied. "But can these darts do as much damage as either a bullet or an arrow?" he asked him.
"Well yes and no." he answered. "It's what kind of dart you use and how you use it." he added before reaching back into the satchel and pulling out two more. One had blue feathers on it like the one Connor shot before while the other had red ones. "There are two different darts you can use. The ones with the Blue Feathers are called Sleeping Darts. They're tipped with a special kind of poison called a Tranquilizer. When fired at a target, they fall unconscious and remain asleep for several minutes, giving you time to decide whether you wish to either finish them off or simply let them enjoy a nice nap while you slip by them to continue your mission. Once they wake up, they have no memory of what happened so no alarm should be raised." he explained.
Connor nodded and figured that such a weapon could prove very useful. "And the Red darts?" he asked him.
"These are different." he replied. "These are called Berserker Darts and they're as dangerous as those who've been hit with them." he told him.
"What do you mean?" asked Connor.
"The poison on the tips kills. But before they do, it causes the victim to go mad from a powerful Hallucinogen that makes them attack everyone around them, including their own allies." he explained. "Therefore, the more dangerous an enemy you face, the more harm they do to themselves and their allies than to you. It can be a very useful distraction should you wish for someone to draw guards away from the location you wish to infiltrate." he added. "Lastly, I got a recipe right here for you so that you may craft more should you need to." he finished.
Connor took a moment to look over the piece of paper in his hand as well as the new weapon his mentor gave him before looking back at the wall he was looking at not long ago.
"Is something troubling you Connor?" Achilles asked.
"Same thing I've been dealing with for a while now." he replied.
Achilles looked over to the wall and then nodded his head. "You're still having trouble accepting the grief that comes with the role of an Assassin, aren't you?" he asked.
"I know that my duty is to hunt and kill the Templars, as well as anyone who wishes to take away the freedom of others." he replied. "I've done my job and hunted down each of them, doing my best to end their lives as quickly and as painlessly as I could make it. But even after so many years of doing this, I still can't help but feel a sense of guilt. William Johnson, John Pitcairn, Thomas Hickey and Nicholas Biddle. Each of those men had to die because of their goals as Templars and the harm they have done or would have done had I not stopped them. But Templars or not, they were still men." he said with a sad look in his eye. He then turned back to Achilles. "Do you think that either of them had families or loved ones to mourn their passing?" he asked him.
Achilles straitened up with both his hands on his cane now. "That can be a very dangerous question to ask Connor." he answered. "Do you really want to know? Information on a target is critical for the success of an Assassin's mission but remember that information is and always has been a Double Edged Sword. Not knowing enough on your target can have severe consequences but so can knowing too much. This is an important lesson every Assassin must learn as they carry out their duties. Even the greatest of Assassins such as Ezio and the great Altair had to deal with the grief of taking a life, even knowing that there was no other way. Even today, I still live with the guilt of the lives I've taken throughout my life." he told him.
He then smiled and stepped forward to place a comforting hand on his student's shoulder. "But remember one thing." he continued. "Just because your role as an Assassin calls for you to do these terrible things, doesn't mean you're a terrible person for having to do them. This is because since you feel the grief, you know in your heart you're still human. Embrace these feelings and understand that no matter what it is you do, you're doing it for the greater good. And most importantly, you can learn to cope with it." he explained.
Connor lifted his head at that. "How?" he asked him.
"That depends on you." he answered. "Each and every one of us learn to deal with it in our own way. The only person who can overcome the grief you're facing is you. And I know that you can do it Connor." he finished with a smile.
Connor smiled once Achilles finished his speech. The old man could be very frustrating sometimes and they argued often with one another, but he always had a way of lifting Connor's spirit when he needed it. Looking back now, he had no regrets at all in looking for Achilles and convincing the old man to take him under his wing and train him for his place in the Brotherhood. It made him feel a whole lot better to know that he had a true friend in Achilles Davenport.
"Alright now, I believe that I've taken up enough of your time." Achilles said, turning to make his way back up the stairs. "You should make ready to head to Boston. Shouldn't keep General Washington waiting." he added.
"Than I should meet up with Mr. Faulkner then." replied Connor.
"I last saw him at the Inn." said Achilles. "Be sure to say goodbye this time to Oliver and Corrine as well as everyone else before you leave. The whole village misses you terribly whenever you leave on one of your lengthy voyages." he told him.
Connor was actually taken back by that a bit. "Do they really miss me that much?" he asked him.
Achilles stopped and turned back to him. "You don't know, do you?" he asked to which he shook his head. Achilles smiled and walked over to Connor again. "Connor, I'd like to share a little secret with you." he started.
[Author's Note] To know what Achilles is gonna say to Connor, you'll have to wait further along the story in a future chapter.
[Two Days Later]
The Aquila made port in Boston and Connor, now dressed in full captain's uniform, got off of his ship with his First Mate Robert Faulkner by his side. As they got off, they saw General Washington waiting like he said he would in the letter he sent, along with Samuel Adams and General Washington's bodyguards. Both men smiled when they saw Connor make his way towards them to which the General took one step forward to greet him with a handshake.
"Captain Kenway, I'm pleased to see that you've arrived." said the General. "I take it then that you got my letter?" he asked.
"You mentioned that we may have a chance to gain a new ally against the British." he replied. "Who am I going to speak with?" he asked back.
"We've received word that in two months time, there's going to be a Royal Coronation. The Crowning of a new Monarch." he answered.
"We're speaking of course of an independent Scandinavian Kingdom across the sea." said Samuel Adams. "The Crown Princess and Heiress to the throne of Arendelle, Princess Elsa, has come of age and will soon succeed to her Father's throne and be named the Queen." he told him.
"I take it that her being crowned Queen is very important then." Connor replied to which both gentlemen nodded.
"The crowning of a new Monarch is always a new window on opportunity for many other countries." General Washington explained. "She's gonna be a new powerful and important leader. Congress believes that this may be a chance to forge a new and powerful alliance with one of the most important kingdoms in Europe." he told him.
"Which is why I'd like to come along with you on your journey to Arendelle." said Sam.
"You wish to go to Arendelle Sam?" asked Connor.
"We're hoping to convince a kingdom to help us in our war efforts with the British." said the General. "Samuel Adams is very skilled in politics both here in the Colonies as well as in Europe. I hope you don't mind." he added.
Connor smiled and shook hands with Sam again. "I'd be happy to have you on board the Aquila." he told him.
"Thank you Captain." replied Sam.
"Then all you must do is simple." General Washington began again. "Attend the Royal Coronation, gain an audience with the new Queen Else and convince her that we're worth fighting side by side with." he laid out for him.
"How am I to convince her to risk a war with the British for us?" Connor asked him.
The General let out a sigh and brought both his hands behind his back. "It's difficult to say." he answered. "From my understanding, Arendelle is and always has been a very stable nation. They've been blessed with many trading partners and a strong economy. I'm not even sure of what it is that the Colonies can offer that they would want from us." he explained. "But we don't really have a whole lot of options. Our own forces are stretched thin and we need allies in Europe to be seen as a new nation. You're one of our best and most skilled Privateer Captains and have done many incredible things in the past." he told him.
"We're gonna have to sail strait through British waters to reach Arendelle." said Sam. "But both the General and Congress believe that you can do it." he said with a confident smile.
"Go to Arendelle, tell the Queen that if there's anything that she and her kingdom want that's within our power to give then it's hers." said General Washington. "Do whatever you can to convince them that we're worth the effort. An alliance with the Kingdom of Arendelle would be a huge boon to us. Arendelle has one of the strongest armies and most powerful navies in comparison to the British and the French." he finished.
"I will go to Arendelle and bring you the aid you need General, I promise." said Connor.
"I knew I could count on you." said Washington who shook their hands one last time. "Now I'm afraid I must depart for Valley Forge. I wish you luck." he said before turning and getting ready to leave. He then stopped and turned back to Connor one last time. "Oh, and one last thing. Try not to scare too many people while you're there. We need to make a good first impression." he told him.
Connor didn't understand why he'd say that. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"He merely means that you should present yourself well." said Sam, putting a hand on his shoulder. "We want to make a good first impression if we're to convince the Queen to agree to an alliance between Arendelle and America." he told him.
"Don't you worry one bit Captain." said Mr. Faulkner, patting him on the back. "We'll make sure that you look fine for the ladies in court." he added.
[The Next Day]
The crew of the Aquila would stock up on much needed food and provisions for the long voyage as well as some upgraded cannons in case they should run into the British Navy, pirates or rogue privateers. Meanwhile, Connor was at one of the taverns and meeting with his fellow Assassins. He was explaining that he was gonna be gone for a couple of months in the hopes of gaining a new ally for the Colonies. Stephane Chapheau requested to come along as he was his right hand in the guild. Connor granted his request and thanked him for his willingness to come. He also thought that the ship's cook could use an extra pair of hands in the kitchen and Stephane was second to none in the culinary arts. The crew would be eating well for this voyage.
Once Connor had made his choice in leaving Jacob Zenger in charge while he was away, he bid his brother and sister Assassins farewell and soon, he boarded his ship, took command at the helm and the Aquila was off to the Kingdom of Arendelle. The long and tiring journey would put much of a strain on the young ship captain. While he was grateful that no danger had befallen them and the food was good during meal time, Connor was growing quite tedious. He tried passing the time by reading various journals that once belonged to Assassins who came before him. He did learn a few new tricks for future missions and he looked forward to trying them out later on. But even studying old journals can grow old very quickly.
Eventually, Connor thought it would be a fun idea to host some friendly sparing matches with the crew. Over a month and a half out at sea with a lot of pent up Testosterone wasn't good for either him or the crew. He figured some light fist fighting would be a great way for him and the crew to pass the time, settle some old grudges with one another and have some fun. He made sure to set rules for each fight and personally supervised the fights to make sure that nobody would risk an injury that would prevent them from being able to do their jobs. Eventually, Connor would even step into the ring so he could get some practice in as well. Sam and Robert would watch and place bets like everyone else would.
Finally, Connor heard the sound of the Gulls and knew that they had arrived. He stormed from his cabin and took the helm as he saw in the distance green land with fjords and shipyards in sight. He also saw what had to be the castle where the Royal Family lived. The capitol of the Kingdom itself, Arendelle.
"Make ready to port!" shouted Connor as the crew scrambled to follow their orders.
[Author's Note] So as you all can see, this is my very first Crossover story and I imagine that many of you are asking why Assassin's Creed and Disney's Frozen? Well there are two possible reasons for this.
The first is I've read the original story, "a quick errand" by LegendaryOutcast and before anyone asks the question, yes. I did indeed ask permission to adopt this story and was told that it was now my baby and I was free to do with it what I will. I saw that it was discontinued and I felt like I couldn't let that stand. Leaving a good story hanging like that could be almost considered a Sin on fanfiction.
The only other reason I can think of as to why an Assassin's Creed and Frozen Crossover? Probably because I've finally gone completely and totally Pants Crapping Insane! You decide.
To those of you who're familiar with the original story, it is very similar which is why I've made some major changes and added some scenes not found before. I will continue to add more changes so it's not too predictable for the reader, but I plan on having the story play through in a very similar way that the original did because I liked a lot that happened within it and I credit LegendaryOutcast for inspiring me to take up the task of finishing what was started and then dropped.
As always, thank you all so much for reading my story. This is the very first Crossover story I've ever tried doing and the first that had nothing to do with either Naruto or MM so I hope you all like it. Please leave me either a Review or a PM as I love getting em and reading what you all thought and what you have to say.
This is Dragon1990 signing out :-)
