A/N: Welcome to the alternate sequel to GK,SQ. Remember to read that one first if you haven't already, because otherwise, this one and Roses will make no sense whatsoever.


Elsa and Khione were wearing each other down in their fight to the death. The battle lasted weeks. Both of them were rising and falling for the longest time. Up and down, like mountains and valleys. They were both losing the battle. This was not good for Elsa. She had to get out of this alive. She had to see Nico again, and possibly Anna.

She was getting desperate. Elsa had to keep moving. She had to keep fighting. She couldn't stop for anything. She had to keep firing what she had at Khione. Elsa couldn't afford to even slow down even the tiniest bit.

Neither of the participants in the battle wanted to admit that this was harder than they thought it would be. They didn't want to admit weakness, even in their heads. But they knew that they were in too deep to back out. Neither of them could back out. And they were probably going to go down together. They were both beginning to realize that there might not be a winner. This was turning into a disaster.

Elsa's hair was getting blown out of her braid. Her tiara had knocked off, and it was now just sitting on the floor. It had been trodden on a couple of times by both parties in this ongoing battle. Elsa's necklace stayed where it was, as did her ring. Her dress had begun to be stretched out, and was looser on her now. It didn't fall or fit correctly, but it wasn't completely constricting Elsa anymore. She was desperate now. She looked for someplace to run. Perhaps she could escape now. She could run down the streets of the city they were in. Elsa knew that they were in the province of Quebec. Perhaps she could find help. After all, she knew how to speak French. Elsa could survive, she was sure of it. She eyed a door, which she knew led to Khione's closet. Perhaps she could cause a diversion and run in there. Maybe Elsa could hide.

The room was full of ice and snow. Banks of snow, and icicles like stalagmites and stalactites were everywhere. Elsa might be able to summon an ice wall with a bank of snow behind it large enough to protect her for a moment. And she could summon more ice and snow to cover herself. Perhaps she could find something to wear in there so that she wouldn't look awful on the streets. (Presentation in front of people who didn't know her was still important to Elsa. She didn't want to go out looking the way she did. Elsa did still have her values after everything that had been done to her. She was still a princess no matter what.)

Elsa conserved her energy by using more defensive attacks, as they weren't as rigorous for her. She moved slowly so that she was close enough to the door of Khione's closet. She stayed there for a moment, deflecting her mother's attacks, trying to make sure it wasn't obvious that she was about to run away; showing weakness.

Breaking their stalemate, even for a minute would allow Elsa to rest and recharge in a major way. She had found strength she'd never even realized was possible for her. She'd done the most amazing things in this battle. Elsa had truly never known what she was truly capable of before this. It was saddening to know that she had to go through this in order to learn so much about her powers, but she supposed that maybe something good could come of this after all, if that was truly fathomable.

Which she supposed it could be. Maybe something good could come of those ten months of her life she'd just experienced with so many horrors.

Khione paused for a second to summon her powers. To do something big that would possibly be hell to defend against, Elsa assumed. The time to act was now, while she still could.

Elsa stamped her foot on the floor, and arose the giant ice wall that covered her well, curving over her in a slight partial dome. She opened her arms, summoning a long, thick, and large snowbank to hide behind. Once she did this, she created more snow, hiding herself from view of Khione, and dropping to her hands and knees. Elsa crawled, hidden behind the snow bank to Khione's closet. She summoned more snow to make sure Khione wouldn't see when she went in.

The Arendellian princess wanted to cry with relief once she shut the door of the closet. She was free from that long, tiresome battle that just raged on and on and on, if only for a moment. But she didn't. Elsa headed for the most casual looking white dresses in this closet.

She and Khione were now approximately the same size, so the clothes wouldn't fit too poorly. At least, Elsa hoped they wouldn't.

As she looked through the dresses quickly, Elsa formulated her plan on how to get out of there.

Perhaps she'd used the dagger Nico gave her, finally. She needed a chance to do so, though. Perhaps she could do it in here… And then escape. Elsa was sure she could get past the Boreads, as long as she used her powers. Perhaps she'd need to jump out a window, and land on a bank of snow. Even though it wasn't a good idea due to mortals, Elsa had other things to worry about, like getting out of there intact. She needed to come back with reinforcements.

Nico. Maybe she could make him remember her, and the two could come back together… And Thalia… She was a Hunter. A strong, intelligent, brave, and strategic Hunter. Elsa fantasized about pulling together an army. An army that could defeat Khione, and then Elsa could finally rest easy, knowing that she and Nico were safe from Khione.

Elsa selected a white dress with a silver rhinestone belt. It went down to the floor, and the sleeves were on her biceps; the fabric leaving her shoulders and collarbone exposed. She selected it, because it wasn't as ostentatious as other dresses in that closet, and it would be fairly easy to move around in. She found a pair of brown Greek sandals that went up to her calves next. She smirked, and put on a snowflake styled tiara of Khione's as a way of saying knulle deg to her mother. Her birth mother that was.

If she'd learned anything about family, it was that family wasn't composed of your blood kin, and your family tree. Family was composed of people who you love and care about and who love and care about you. Khione and her father were related to Elsa by blood, yet she considered her mother, the queen of Arendelle, as her mother. Anna was her sister, and Nico was her brother. All three of these people loved Elsa, and she loved them.

Elsa pulled her hair out of the messy and loose braid, and re-braided her hair into a tight side braid. She secured it, and moved it over her shoulder. She took a breath, looking at herself in the mirror.

Was Elsa ready to make her way out of there? Was she ready to escape and do whatever she needed in order to escape?

Yes, she was. Elsa realized this, and grimaced at herself in the mirror. She didn't want to do this. She'd rather spend the rest of the day sitting in that closet, but she knew that this hiding place would only work out for so long before Khione realized what was going on, and busted in there and attacked Elsa. The young princess knew that she could only wait so long before she absolutely had to leave. And she wanted to leave the closet before that happened.

Elsa lifted her skirt, and grabbed the dagger of Stygian ice, given to her a little over a year ago. She gripped it tightly in her hand, ready to run in there and stab it into the ground, and then do what it took to escape.

She took a few seconds to mentally prepare herself, knowing that she was procrastinating, and that she should just get out there. But still… She wanted to calm herself before doing what she had to.

"I'm scared." She whispered to herself, admitting the truth for the first time. "Fear is my enemy though. What do I do when I'm so afraid of my enemy?" She shed a tear out of the corner of her eye, and inhaled, remembering the love she held in her heart. She willed it to give her strength. Then she charged for the door, ready to fight once again.


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