Chapter 2: Rude Awakenings
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Elsa Arendale stifled her laughter and changed her face back to the stony expression she had before Hans, or whoever that idiot was, tried to make a move on her.
She walked gracefully with her purple cape flowing behind her. She finally turned the corner and gulped. The throne room was massive with twelve insane looking thrones in a 'C' shape around a holographic globe. On the thrones sat the twelve divine beings.
"Elsa, come sit with us" said a stony voice that boomed across the room. Zeus. She quickly bowed down and obeyed something she normally does not do to a man.
"Elsa, we have found an imbalance in the Earth lately. Well, since you were aware of the industrial revolution, the world has greatly industrialized"
Elsa stared up at him with a blank face. Right, the industrial revolution… Elsa remembered that and how she help Zoella recruit some of the women factory workers. How long ago was that? Two years? Ten years? Surely not twenty years.
"Elsa, that happened around 200 years ago. The mortals have changed and whatever they're doing, it is causing a change in the earth. The Polar Regions, your homelands, have been melting, and this could be very dangerous"
Elsa was surprised. 200 years ago? The last time she had visited civilization was over two hundred years ago? She was quite busy with the Hunt, but still, that was an incredibly long time to be away. Then she felt her eyes water. That meant that Anna has died over 200 years ago.
Zeus snapped her out of her daze. "Elsa, we are recruiting you, to try and avoid a disaster. Please go over and freeze them again."
Elsa nodded at Zeus, a simple freezing mission wasn't too hard, and she kept her powers hidden for 200 years, perhaps letting some go would be good for her.
"Of course I can help" she says with a smile. Then a familiar voice on her left spoke.
The Lady Artemis rose from her seat. "Elsa Arendale. You are our Head of Hunt and a very important figure for the huntresses; however, since this mission has no timeline, we will have to revoke your vow if you agree to go on this mission"
Elsa felt her head spin. Revoke her vow? So she'd be kicked off the Huntresses if she went to try and help save the world? How was that fair?
Lady Artemis spoke again, this time in a gentler tone "Elsa, go back and think about it, I know it's unfair, but we cannot stray the huntresses in order for you to go on your quest. And Ancient Vows prevent you from stepping down, that is our only option. Go back to camp and think about it"
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Elsa sat in her silver tent, gripping a cup of tea, and sitting near a candle. Of course she wouldn't risk her reputation as a Huntress. If she left, where would she go? She'd been away from the world for 200 years, and according to Zeus, everything changed. No. she had to say here, with her people.
She made her decision. Her membership with Artemis is more important. Elsa sighed of absolute relief. The weight of the decision has been lifted off her shoulders. She would stay here, where she could be who she was and was respected for it.
Elsa blew out the candle and let her hair fall from its prim and proper bun, to her hunting braid. She took off her stiff dress and her purple cloak and changed them for a blue nightgown dress with sleeves. She was about to lie down into the comfort of her cot when she saw a light coming from outside.
"Are the huntresses up and running at a time like this?" she whispered to herself quietly.
Of course it had to be the huntresses. This part of the field was reserved for the Huntresses only, and no one else. Curiosity overcame her as she stepped outside of the tent in her dress, peeking out.
Suddenly, a hand whipped out from nowhere, punching her in her stomach. Elsa doubled over. Was this a prank from Megara? She knows better than to physically harm their Head. She thought
Thoughts didn't matter anymore when she was picked up like a ragdoll, with her hands tied and her legs restrained. She was stuffed into a burlap sack and picked up by someone. She heard conversation from the outside.
"Was this the vixen that challenged Hans?" cried
"Yup, she's apparently very high up in the Huntresses as well"
"Glad we'll have some fun tonight"
Elsa was seething with anger. How dare men come in the night and capture her? How dare they take the Head of Hunt in her night robes? Then a more logical question came into Elsa's head;
Where is everyone? Why was the Huntresses camp so quiet and deserted?
Suddenly, she was dropped onto something hard. She winced as her entire body fell on her left ankle. She heard a crack and an immense amount of pain shot through her body (Even she's immortal, she can feel pain). She gripped her ankle in there hand and gritted her teeth. Men were NOT going to get the best of Elsa Arendale.
The sack was suddenly torn open a spray bottle came to the opening of the sack. She stared at it in surprise. What was this odd contraption doing here? She wondered at the harmless object until it spewed a white liquid all over her. She thought nothing of it until black spots began to cloud her vision and she fell down with a flop.
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Light reached her eyes again as Elsa awoke. She was crammed into an uncomfortable position in the burlap sack that she remembered being stuffed into. She tried to move, but pain shot up her legs. 'Great', she thought, 'most likely broken'
Elsa's movement might've alerted someone about her level of consciousness, and almost a minute later, someone tips the bag, making Elsa tumble out in an impressive arrangement of arms, legs and hair.
Hans sat on a chair, looking over her with hungry eyes
"Welcome Elsa Arendale, want to play a game of 'truth or dare'?"
A little more intense right? Be ready for the next chapter, a bit of a fight scene, and some Jelsa fluff and we get an Introduction to Jack Frost.
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