The writer: I love to tell stories.
The goal: A test bed for character(s) development
Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen

"It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see."
Henry David Thoreau

Chapter 2:Dance of Eternity

In a full sprint through the rocky cavern, Kristoff can only think of Anna's safety. Although, his attention is occasionally caught by the many strange objects he passes, if not the lumbering blue gentle giant running along with him. "For someone so small, Princess Anna is really quick." Kal remarks while trotting behind.

Kristoff glances back at Kal for a quick moment then lets his eyes take a swift view of his surroundings before returning his full attention forward towards the cavern opening. Several items which he had determined are tools of some sort for digging, and light sources that illuminate the cavern comfortably without any use of burning materials are just small few he can make out. Despite the little he has seen, Kristoff grows more unsure and confused of the place he and Anna have stepped into. A strangely carved out cavern, a talking blue giant, objects he hasn't even heard of before, and now as he finally realized, the temperature is warm. Such an extreme contrast from where he and Anna just arrived from, Kristoff finds himself beginning to sweat under his layered winter clothing. As he approaches the cave opening, the air remains warm, but lightens by an ocean breeze and clear blue day sky. Just ahead, he spots Anna standing next to a lone boulder like a statue, her expression is a stunning disbelief as she stares down the incline from the cave entrance. While unbuttoning one of his encumbering layer of winter wear, Kristoff slows his advance and steps next to Anna with a stunned disbelief expression himself. From this vantage point looking out from the cavern entrance, he can see an endless ocean around what he believes is an island they stand on. Before them is a small long strip of beach with large boulders scatter either in the shallows of the surf or embedded into the white sands. It is a scenery the young couple would find breath taking, of not for the broken and unconscious bodies of an army before them. If not that, then the sight of the man they both now know as Allan in a full assault charge towards a familiar platinum blonde woman. "Anna," Kristoff inquires with concern, "is that... Elsa?"

Anna can only remain silent and stunned at the conflict that is unfolding right before her eyes. She watches her older sister unleash an unearthly barrage of sharp ice shards against the strange person they just met. In an echoing thump, Allan leaps into the air, twisting and somersaulting through the attack fearlessly. Elsa suddenly finds herself on the defensive as Allan shifts his dodging maneuvers into a more offensive posture, catching several of the ice shards in mid air and throwing them back at her with ear splitting speeds. She flinches and raises a protective sheet of solid crimsoned colored ice, blocking Allan's counter attack. Elsa has no time to even catch her breath as Allan is quick to continue his assault, kicking her protective ice wall towards her, having it ram and knocking her back onto the rocky ground. She grunts from the force of the attack, almost knocking the breath out of her. Elsa is quick to gain her bearings sitting up knowing the attack is not over. She looks over to where she and her ice wall had collided only to see it smashed by a vertical hammer fist. Elsa covers her face as debris from her once defensive measure shower against and around her. She looks back up to see her opponent boasting a wide arrogant stance looking down at her through his face covering shiny blood red helmet. Elsa is able to make out his dark brown eyes glaring through the precision cut eye-holes, focused on her like a cold disciplined warrior. Stepping over the icy debris with bravado, Allan boasts, "If you're the best that Rommel can throw at me, then this is going to be a very short day, sweetheart."

His words infuriate Elsa as she glares back at him, "You foul pathetic demon! Only a monster taunts it's victims."
She raises her hands and gestures them high, almost immediately the air around them grows colder. Before Allan can react, Elsa clenches her hands into fists calling up large, amber colored, sharp, stalagmite like ice shards striking him in multiple directions. They jut out of the ground like long lances hitting Allan violently, each one striking fiercely and breaking against his seemingly indestructible body. Elsa's attack is sudden and catches Allan off guard as he succumbs to the assault, being struck in all directions before getting knocked back onto the ground himself. But training and experience have tempered Allan as he quickly back on his feet with the same acrobatic ease from before. He shakes his head in disbelieving reaction to Elsa's counter attack and mutters, "Ok... it's gonna be one of those days."

Quickly gathering up the long train of her elegant icy blue dress, Elsa also gets to her feet. Taking advantage of Allan's disorientated moment, she focuses her power on the ground between them. A sparkling icy blast and plumes of cold mist manifests a hulking snow creature that grows and towers over Allan. Though similar in size to Kal, the creatures beastly form is snowy white with ice blue spikes protruding from it's hands and joints. Allan slowly steps back keeping his eyes on the snow monster as it rears for an attack, "I should've seen this coming." he mutters to himself in a disappointed and sarcastic tone.

With a loud roar the snow monster swings it's clawed right hand outward striking Allan solid. The solid blue ice claws of the creature shatter like loud glass against Allan's invulnerable body as it hits. The force of the blow knocks Allan off his feet and hurdling back into neighboring boulders, smashing them into rumble before splashing into the scenic surf. Anna flinches at the sight of Allan's flailing body being slammed in such a violent manner. Her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement as the spectacle unfolds. Her mood quickly changes to a mix of fear and concern for her sister, Elsa. Kristoff shifts his eyes from the dramatic struggle ahead then back to Anna, "Where did that gateway take us? What is going on?" he asks as he shares her silent concern.

He the look back and up at Kal, who finally steps up behind them, also gazing on the scenic battlefield before them, "Kal, what's going on?" he asks the large blue man in earnest.

"Well," Kal starts to explain innocently, "it looks like the Snow Queen is trying to kill my roommate. Why, what do you see?" as he stares back at Kristoff with a casual grin.

Kristoff, on the other hand, finds himself speechless at Kal's innocent yet lack of concern for his friend's immediate safety. He only returns Kal's comment with a wide eyed nervous smile of his own. Anna, still in disbelief of the confrontation before her, cries out, "No!" as she darts out into the fray.

Caught completely by surprise by her brash reckless decision, Kristoff calls out to her, "Anna, wait!" then he stumbles after her.

Kal hesitates at first stating out, "Hey, you two, it's OK! People try to kill him all the time!" as he also trots after them both.

Running in desperation through a labyrinth of jutting boulders, scattered debris of ruined machinery, and unconscious minions, Anna keeps her eyes and mind towards her preoccupied sister, "Elsa, stop!" she calls out, "What are you doing?!"

Surprised at the sight of her younger sister running towards her through a battlefield, Elsa staggers from her combative posture. "Anna? You're here?" she asks out.

It is as though chaos and confusion struck her at the same time. Elsa notices Kristoff struggling to keep up as chases Anna, and just behind him, and armored clad blue giant also in pursuit. She quickly turns her attention to where her opponent had crash landed and notices him slowly emerging from rubble riddled crashing surf. Elsa then turns her fearful gaze at Anna and cries out, "Anna, Kristoff, get away! You're not safe here!"
Before Elsa can take any action, her summoned snow beast reacts out of instinct turning it's attention also at the approaching trio, hurling a raining barrage of sharp barbed icicles from it's left swinging hand at them. Elsa can only scream out to the beast, "Stop!"
Gaining his bearings, Allan notices the creature's lash out. Without a word while throwing caution in the wind, he let's his trained instincts take over and focuses towards the impending danger. A loud deep thundering and watery exploding thump shakes the ground where Allan launches himself toward Anna. Elsa watches in shock as Allan hurls himself in front of Anna at the same time noticing Kal leaping front of Kristoff. With lightning speed, Allan blocks and deflects the icy barbs from Anna, while Kal covers Kristoff like a protective wall allowing the barbs to shatter against his hulking armored back. At the last millisecond, Allan catches the final ice barb aimed at Anna's head just inches from her face with his left hand. Gasping from holding her breath, Anna notices how close that attack came as she staggers back. Allan breaths out heavily as though concentrating while still holding the three foot long solid icicle with his out stretched left hand. The icy weapon suddenly sparks brightly as it glows an ominous red. It almost glows too bright for Anna to look at. She squints her eyes and tries to focus away but then realizes Allan's once dark brown eyes she noticed before also glowing the same bright ominous red. In one precise swift motion, Allan throws the glowing ice weapon back at the snow monster. It whips through the air loudly before impaling the creature in it's chest. The beast staggers back from the attack. But before it can react, the glowing icicle suddenly sparks and explodes violently rupturing it's hulking form into bits of icy debris. Elsa covers herself from the snowy fallout, then looks back to see two glowing red eyes glaring at her through the air flowing icy mist. The mist slowly dissipates revealing Allan's athletic form standing more aggressively than before. Despite her efforts, Elsa notices his shiny uniform remains completely intact and damage free, even after her icy onslaught. Even more, she is baffled to what she had just witnessed. The person she was trying her best to fight had just saved Anna from harm. Elsa watches as Kal turns around from his protective efforts also seemingly unharmed. The large armored blue man crouches down to check on Kristoff and speaks out with concern, "Hey, we've got injured!"

Both Allan and Anna look back to see Kistoff sitting back and nursing his right thigh in shock. Although protected by Kal's massive body, Kristoff finds himself in excruciating pain from a single ice barb that somehow managed to find it's way past the blue man's hulking armored back and impale itself through his right thigh. Anna screams out, "Kristoff!" as she starts to rush to his side.

Allan drops back into a defensive posture and calls out, "Kal! Get him out of here! NOW!"

Without a word, the armored blue giant cradles Kristoff in his large hands and leaps with a loud ground skaking thump back toward the cavern opening. Overwhelmed by fear, confusion, and excitement all at once, Anna is staggered by the events that have just unfolded right before her eyes. She starts mutter to herself, "What... what is happening? Where are we? How is any of this possible?" she then turns and stares toward Elsa and pleads, "Why are you doing this?! This isn't you!"

Seeing her sister's distressed demeanor, Elsa's expression saddens as she drops her guard stammering, "Anna... wait."

Allan then steps in front of Anna, facing Elsa in a stern defensive stance. Her mood now showing a hint of fear, Elsa gently holds her hands up pleading, "Please... get away from her."

Standing firm in defiance, Allan ignores Elsa's request and readies himself for an attack. But just as Elsa is about to plead once more, a hazy like mist begins to form from behind her, rising from the ground and slowly obscuring her vision. A gentle male voice speaks to her as though speaking from the mist itself, "My queen, we must retreat."

Looking around at the mist, Elsa states, "No, I can't... I can't leave Anna!"

The list thickens and begins to slightly swirl around her as the voice speaks again, "We will return for her, you have my word. Right now, the scales have tipped in his favor. To stay would only endanger her further. I beg you, my queen, retreat."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Elsa reluctantly agrees by nodding silently allowing the mist to surround and envelope her completely. Glaring about, Allan watches the mist obscure Elsa and the unconscious scattered minions. Anna also watches in fearful amazement as the mist dissipates into the clear ocean air, leaving only Allan and herself on the sandy beach. Stepping around Allan, Anna calls out, "Elsa, come back! Elsa!"

She looks around in desperation almost frantic like, but then calms down realizing the pointlessness of her pleads to her absent sister. Allan huffs out in frustration as he walks around the now empty beach where a horde of defeated minions once laid, then stares up at the flat large rock where his blonde opponent faced off against him. Anna watches him walk up to the rock shaking his helmeted head with more frustration, then slaps the flat boulder like a disappointed child. Allan turns to look back at Anna and speaks in a demanding tone, "Alright, it's obvious you know this Snow Queen. Safe to assume her real name is Elsa. So now the real question is, who are you, how do you know her, and how did you get on this island?"

Anna stares back at Allan innocently, unsure how to answer his frustrated demands. All she can muster, "Well... I'm... um... she's... uh... wait... island?"


Walking through a fairly lit grey stone bricked corridor, Elsa keeps her eyes fixed straight ahead as she steps elegantly by bowing servants. She catches sight of several of them carrying the injured warrior minions, who had just fought for her, away on stretchers for medical attention. She sighs in relief, thankful none were killed in battle. But even that thought does not wash the concern from her face. Her icy blue dress flows as it trains behind her dramatically through the hallway. Servants bow as she passes, making sure they leave enough room for her dress to flow by them unscathed. Elsa acknowledges their gesture of respect with a slight nod. The corridor opens up into a wide chamber with tall ceilings, almost resembling an old ballroom of sorts. Suspended from the near thirty foot tall ceiling hang three candle burning rot iron chandeliers that magically keep the large chamber equally and comfortably lit. In the center of the room sits a perfectly round polished wood table measuring fourteen feet in diameter. The table is decorated with carefully placed designs ranging from intricate carved reliefs to detailed painted imagery of symbolic swords and shields. Sitting prominently in the center of the table is a relief carving painted in shiny gold of a stylized lion. The sight of this table catches Elsa's attention slowing her brisk walk as she crosses the room toward the man waiting on the other side of the table. He his dressed in silk lined robes with a dark blue cloak draped over his shoulders. Leaning over on the table, he looks up at Elsa with a content smile. His middle aged features gives him a chiseled appearance that is complimented with his carefully groomed clean cut sandy blonde hair. Elsa smiles back at him staring at his lite blue eyes. Her smile is short lived as she asks with concern, "Alexander, why was I forced to retreat? I just left my sister back there with that monster!"

Brushing his bare hands over the polished table top, the elegant man replies, "I give you my word, my lady, we will return for her, soon. Her presence here, however, does change things a bit now I'm afraid."

Walking around the round table towards Alexander, Elsa asks with deep concern, "Do you believe she's in danger? Will that demon hurt Anna?"

With a confident smile, Alexander walks up to Elsa, gently taking her soft hands into his and assures her, "For the time being, I believe she is safe. The demon is a strategic and devious creature. More in likely he will use her draw you out into a trap. We will not allow that to happen, but we mustn't make hasty decisions. Remember, there is more at stake."

"What else is he capable of, Alexander?" Elsa asks, "We fought him for days now. He doesn't seem to relent. How do we stop him?"

Holding her hands firmly, he assures her in a soft tone, "We stop him together."

Elsa nods lightly while holding Alexander's hands. He notices her saddened expression and lets go of her hands reaching up to gently caress her soft cheeks. Lovingly, he leans in while holding her face softly, kisses her forehead and whispers, "I promise you, no harm will come to her."

Looking back up into his eyes with a gentle smile, Elsa lightly sighs in relief replying, "Thank you."

She then looks down at the table with curiosity and asks, "So, what's this?" as she brushes her finger over the polished surface.

Somewhat arrogantly, Alexander places his hands firmly on the table with a grin and boasts, "The fabled Round Table of Camelot."

Elsa's eyes widen in amazement staring down at the round table inquiring further, "This is real? This is incredible! How did you manage to come across this?"

Smiling at Elsa's amazement, Alexander replies, "My resources are considerable. There is very little beyond my reach when the right resources are in place."

Elsa gazes upon the legendary artistry of the table, letting her hands feel the intricate relief carvings as Alexander continues, "It is said, those who posses and sit by this table, will have the side of righteousness empower their armies. With that, they become fearless and unbeatable."

Looking back up at him with a an amazed expression. Elsa finds herself without words letting Alexander add on, "There are other similar artifacts around the world my minions are searching for. Such objects will give us the power to finally purge evil from both our lands. Perhaps, even enough power to deliver us from the demon once and for all."

Gazing at the polished surface of the table, Elsa lets her eyes roam to the center somewhat fixated on the stylized lion. She takes a breath and reaches within herself for bravery taking Alexander's hands once more and states to him with confidence, "I'll help you find them."

Elsa's brave words are nearly hesitant as she slightly looks off to the side, disturbed by the events of today. She is almost lost in thoughts of confusion thinking to herself, 'What is that demon? How do I stop him? Why would he protect Anna?'


Sitting as comfortably as he can, Kristoff is surprisingly calm and casual despite his somewhat grim situation. If not for his relaxed demeanor and quiet ambient surroundings, no one would know he had a solid ice spike through his right thigh. Although his wound looks horrific at first glance, he is in little to no pain. Kristoff looks down at his injury while taking a sip from one the many assorted beverages he and Anna came across earlier. Bustling about, Kal busies himself trying to organize various equipment and storage containers that lay in random spots around the carved out cavern. "Hey, Kal," Kristoff calls out, "I don't know what you gave me, but I don't feel a thing'."

Smiling back at the young injured man with a proud smile, Kal replies, "Miracle of modern medicine. It's a localized anesthesia and disinfectant."

Kristoff takes a big gulp of his cold fizzing beverage and adds, "Well whatever it is, remind me to trade you something for a couple of these. They would sure come in handy back home."

"And, where is 'home' exactly, Kristoff?" Allan's voice suddenly speaks out asking.

Crouching down a few feet in front of him, Allan begins to remove his shiny red gloves revealing his bare hands. He gesture to Anna, who makes her way to Kristoff's side, "Have a seat, Anna was it?"

As the situation seems to have calmed, both Anna and Kristoff can now look upon the man they only know as Allan with better detail. Despite having removed his forearm padded gloves, he covered head to toe in a black and blood red uniform topped off with a form fitted face covering helmet with only eye holes that reveal the human underneath. The stylized uniform would be enough to make Allan's appearance unique, but much to Anna's and Kristoff's amazement, the entire uniform shines with a mirror like affect, giving him a very ominous presence despite his average height. To finalize the uniqueness of Allan's uniform, a shiny golden four corner star adorns his chest prominently. The overall look of Allan's outfit seems to be centered around functionality as his top is tightly form fitted showing his cut physique while his lower torso brandishes loose pants tucked into knee high padded blood red boots.

Anna sits next to Kristoff closely as Allan shuffles over to the injured man's right leg. Peering from behind his seamless blood red helmet's eye holes, Allan looks over Kirstoff's wound. It was a clean puncture, right though the layers of winter clothing. Kal speaks up while also looking the wound over, "The ice spike is keeping it from bleeding out right. Fortunately it seems to have missed a major artery."

"There's no time to bring him back to a main land hospital,"Allan mentions and adds, "Ï'm going have to heal him right here."

Anna and Kristoff stare at each other with wide eyed amazement hearing Allan's statement. "You... you can do that?" Kristoff asks.

Allan stares at both of them in a calm manner remarking, "Alright listen. This ice spike won't melt for a while, it was manifested by an elemental. But in essence, it is still ice, and ice is made of water. Water has it's own healing properties just like your leg. What I'm going to do is just stimulate those properties to work faster. Don't be afraid, it's going to feel weird, but you'll be fine."

Kristoff holds Anna's hand and shrugs his shoulders replying, "Honestly, I have no clue what you're talking about. But it sounds good to me." as he smiles.

Rolling up his sleeves, Allan drops to one knee and hold up his left forearm to Kal, who is standing just behind him. "Watch my levels, Kal?" he asks his massive friend.

Anna noticed it before, but now has a better view of what Allan was staring down at on his left wrist. A bracer like wrist band with a bar of colored lights seems to be comfortably clamped to his arm just below his hand. Her curiosity gets the better of her as she asks, "What's that on your wrist?"

"Power regulator," Allan answers, "keeps me from over doing it. Green lights mean I'm good, yellow lights mean start being careful, red... well, red means we in trouble."

Nodding her head innocently, Anna acknowledges, "Sure, ok, makes sense, I guess..."

Allan holds his right hand over Kristoff's injury then shuts his eyes gently as he starts to concentrate. His hand all of a sudden begins to glow red slightly at the same time the impaling ice spike also starts to glow. Kristoff feels both warmth and cold as he watches the ice spike suddenly seem melt and mold into his leg. Kal watches carefully then starts calling out to Allan, "Two green, three green."

Allan takes a deep breath keeping his eyes closed. Both Anna and Kristoff are astounded at what looks like magic to them. The wound glows brightly then closes as though it had never existed. Kal calls out to Allan once more, "One yellow."

Breathing out gently, Allan opens his eyes and withdraws his hand looking at Kristoff, "Feel better?" he asks.

Kristoff reaches down and starts to message his right leg in amazement. He glances at Anna with a slight confusing grin then back at Allan answering, "Yeah, um... thanks."

Taking deep breaths, Allan stands up and walks to the other end of the make shift encampment. Anna looks Kristoff's leg over then stares back at Allan asking, "How did you do that?"

In a near frustrated tone, Allan answers her, "It's complicated."

Anna adds in the same tone, "This whole day has been complicated."

Allan nods to acknowledge her comment then continues, "Then let's uncomplicated things. This Elsa, who is she to you? Where are you all from? I'd like to assume you're both Norwegian based on your clothes. But that would be stereotyping and rude of me."

Reluctant to answer at first, Anna innocently replies, "Actually, we're from Arendelle. And Elsa is my... sister."

Staring at Anna with plain eyes peering through his helmet, Allan remarks in a frustrating sarcastic tone, "Great... your sister... sure, that really uncomplicates things."

Kal raises his large hand for a turn to ask, "Arendelle? I never heard of that city. Is that in Europe?"

"Um... actually, Kal, it's a kingdom." Anna answers innocently once more and adds, "And technically, it's right through there." as points down into the cavern.

Both Allan and Kal look to where she is pointing. The large blue man asks, "It's down in the cave? No wonder I haven't heard of it."

Giggling to Kal's response, Anna corrects, "No, through that." as she point to the shimmering fountain off to the side of the cavern.

She then glances at Kristoff asking, "What did Grand Pabbie call it? The Tears of Morty... Maury... Mooing?"

Kristoff shrugs his shoulders answering, "I don't remember. But it's definitely an 'M' word I think."

Allan gets up and walks toward the fountain in silence. He turns back to them and asks while pointing to the artifact, "You're telling me... you both got here... through that?"

The young couple nod at Allan as his demeanor changes from calm to irritation. "Kal," he adds, "this Arendelle is in another realm, another world."

Kals only response with a wide eyed expression, "Whoops..."

A short awkward silence among the group sets in. Allan slightly lifts his helmet being careful not to pull it off to reveal his face. He groans out while rubbing his eyes, "You got to be kidding me..."

Anna notices Allan's lower jaw and broad chin as he continues groaning in frustration. "What are you hiding under there?" she asks him, "Why do you where that helmet?"

Clearing his throat, Allan pulls his helmet back down over his face and glances at Anna and sarcastically answers, "Because I'm ugly."

Kal chuckles at Allan's comment, "That's a new one. I have to remember that."

Kristoff shares Kal's amusement as Anna only returns Allan's answer with her own sarcastic smirk. Pacing back a forth in front of the shimmering stone fountain, Allan takes a breath trying to calm himself. He then stops while looking slightly down and resting his hands on his waist, "Alright you two," he adds, "answer me as honestly as possible. You both followed Elsa through the portal to this place, right? And you both just arrived here?"

The young couple answer Allan with a silent yet innocent nod. Starting to tap his right foot slightly, Allan continues, "I know I'm not going to like this... Ok, so, from your point of view, how long ago did Elsa pass through the portal before you both did?"

Looking at each other with curious expression, Anna and Kristoff take a moment to gather their thoughts on the days events. A quick shrug of his broad shoulders, Kristoff answers, "About... maybe, two or three hours ago?"

Anna nods and adds, "Our guards received a message from the Rock Trolls, so we went out looking for Elsa. And we were lead here?"

"Wow!" Kal remarks with excitement, "Rock Trolls, neat!"

Allan huffs out with more frustration than before, "No, Kal! Not neat! Two or three hours you say? Anna, your sister Elsa has been attacking us for two weeks now."

His statement stuns Anna into silence as she just stares at Allan with concern. "Time deferential." he mutters with disappointment.

"Time what?" Kristoff asks with curiosity.

Trying to calm himself, Allan looks at both Anna and Kristoff and says, "Time... deferential... it is an unbalance of time and space. By crossing that threshold you three have unbalanced the order, and it will eventually rip both our worlds apart."

The group grows silent at the grim statement as Allan adds, "Unless I destroy the portal now."