Authors Note: This is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction, so it may or may not be quite up to par, but the style itself is heavily influenced by David Eddings, so it can't be all that bad. Also, although officially it's only a crossover between Frozen and Skyrim, I also plan to add elements from Assassin's Creed, Tangled, and Brave if I can manage it. I'll try to update this at least every few days, but I won't give any promises of me not losing interest and/or inspiration. Anyway, enough of my rambling, sit back, relax, and try to enjoy a good story.
Chapter One - Prologue
It was about 1:30 in the morning, and almost everyone in the palace of Arendelle was either asleep, or too drunk to notice a man in dark clothes sneaking through the halls. The man turned a corner, and suddenly slipped into the shadows, almost completely invisible in the poor lighting. He could tell that he had reached his destination by the pair of spear-bearing guards flanking a door on the hall he had entered. The man, named Gunter, quickly took a coin out of his pocket and threw it to the far end of the hall, making a slight clinking noise. Both guards immediately turned their heads towards the sound, and warily advanced towards it.
Seizing the few seconds caused by his distraction, Gunter silently slipped into the room and closed the door behind him. He was a professional, after all, and had no desire to tarnish his reputation for performance or his prospects for survival and payment. He listened at the door for a moment to make certain that no alarm had been raised, turned his gaze to the large, comfortable looking bed in the room he had entered, and approached on silent feet. Looking down on the sleeping figure of the Snow Queen of Arendelle, he briefly wondered why his employer wanted her dead. He shrugged, and took out a small knife. He was an assassin, after all, not a philosopher, and was being paid quite well for this job. Just then, the door opened, and a young woman with strawberry-blonde hair entered the room.
"Elsa, I know it's late and all, but - ELSA!" she shrieked upon seeing the assassin about to kill her sister. The Queen's eyes snapped open immediately.
Time seemed to slow as adrenalin flooded Gunter's bloodstream. He had two options now - kill the Queen and almost certainly die, or run and have a chance of surviving to rebuild his reputation. All this flashed through his mind in an instant, and he made a decision.
He bolted for the window.
For a moment, it seemed as though he might make it, but that moment ended when a thick wall of ice suddenly appeared between him and his only hope of escape. Looking desperately around the room for a means to flee and finding none, the assassin, in accordance with the laws of his band of murderers, turned his knife upon himself and sank into the merciful darkness, then knew no more.