(Since people seem to be exited to see what happens next I decided to release this chapter a little early. The next one will be up Saturday.)

Well that first chapter sure was exciting wasn't it? Lots of drama and action right? No?
Ok, don't worry, the next chapters will be more exciting, I promise.

Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to review, I greatly appreciate the responses.
Also, has anyone guessed who the old "friend" might be?

Arendelle Attacked

Chapter 2: Reunion with an old friend

Elsa flung open the wooden doors leading to the castles ramparts and stormed out into the frosty night air, a trail of snowflakes trailing down behind her. There was a lot of commotion on the walkways; the wind was howling and sending waves of sleet into Elsa's face. She quickly raised her arms up to shield herself from the pelting snow. The kingdom's soldiers were struggling through the blizzard to get to their posts, weapons in hand. Several archers had set up posts along the wall and were firing blindly into the forest below using only the occasional breaking of branches to guess their enemies position. The snowstorm was completely obscuring the view of the forest and Elsa had doubts that the arrows were actually hitting anything. Kristoff was already awake and was standing on the wall with his trusty ice pick in his hands, he was being pounded by the storm and still rubbing the sleep from his eyes but looked ready to fight and defend Arendelle. The Royal Ice Deliverer had taken up position, along with a small grouping of archers, on the wall several feet to the left of Elsa. At least it looked like Kristoff, with the storm it was almost impossible to tell people apart as everyone was blurred out by the shifting snow.
The queen looked around hoping to find her sister Anna, but energetic little princess was nowhere to be seen. Elsa assumed that she was helping the townsfolk down in the courtyard. Elsa turned to look, Anna's bright red hair should be easy to spot through the crowds, but when Elsa looked down into the courtyard she could not see anything through the snow. Anna's hair may be bright red but it would have to be glowing like the sun in order to be seen through this storm. The queen was torn from her thoughts for what seemed like the tenth time this night by a scraping noise coming from the castle wall; it sounded like something very big was climbing up the ramparts. Elsa clenched her fist and tensed her body, getting herself ready to fight. She would have to worry about Anna later, there were more pressing issues at hand.

The queen shouted over to where Kristoff and the guards were throwing spears and bricks off the pathway; perhaps he would have some insight into what was going on here. Unfortunately the storm snatched up her words before they even had time to leave her lips, adding her words to the howl of sounds spiraling through the night air. Elsa quickly started marching over to them perhaps they would be able to hear her better if she move closer. As she got closer she noticed that they were moving quickly away from the wall, they were probably getting more ammunition Elsa thought. Had she been able to see through the storm better she would have noticed the expressions of sheer terror on their faces at what was looming just below the castle wall. She was only a few feet away when a huge icy hand slammed into the walkway in front of her, nearly knocking her to the floor. The hand was made out of compact, frozen snow with huge, sharp icicles for fingers, it reminded Elsa of something she had seen before, she just couldn't figure out what…

Elsa stumbled backwards a bit at the sudden appearance of the icy hand but wasn't startled for long. She quickly regained her composure, took a step back and spun around, her hands were raised, palms out, ready to face whatever was attacking her kingdom. She turned to look at where the archers had been firing and came face to face with a huge, well, face of frozen snow. Elsa looked at the massive ice golem and the two stood motionless for a few seconds, the blizzard whipping the snow around them into little vortices, before the golem emitted a loud roar and raised its other hand. Elsa only had three seconds before a literal wall of snow and ice would have knocked her off of the ramparts into nearly certain death below, but three seconds was more than enough time for her to save herself. In one second she lifted her arm to raised a wall of compact ice that stopped the golems blow. In the next second Elsa flicked forward her other arm and sent a blast of her icy magic right into the golems head. The magic shot through the golems skull, turning the soft snow into hardened ice with such speed that the expanding mass blew the golems head into a fine, snowy powder, raining it down onto the ramparts. The third second gave Elsa time to brush some of the golem's powdered head off her shoulders.

The queen had barely had time to push back the hair that had fallen in front of her eyes when she heard the gate fall. The sound akin to a hundred trees splintering into a thousand pieces was bad enough to make her stomach drop but it paled in comparison to what came next. From the courtyard below came the panicked and fearful screams of the villagers, melted together into what was, quite possibly, the worst sound Elsa had ever heard in her life. Among the shouts and pleas of the villagers one voice stood out, and it almost made Elsa's heart stop and her eyes go wide. She knew that voice like the back of her hand: Anna!

Did you guess who Elsa's mysterious friend was?