Consequences || Elsa

"Fear will be our enemy, and death it's consequence. That's what they once said to me, and it's starting to make sense," - Monster from the Frozen Broadway Musical

"I'll be back! I'll be back for my sister!" Elsa yelled at Hans' back. He didn't turn around, but Elsa knew he must have heard her. She clenched her fists and tried to imagine gloves cloaking her powers. She couldn't afford to use any more energy on a temper tantrum - even if Hans deserved it for what he had done to Anna.

"And she won't be alone!" another voice called out. A gentle hand rested on Elsa's shoulder. "Come on. If you stay here, Hans will just have you killed. Sven can get us out of here in no time."

Elsa let herself be lifted onto the back of a reindeer, but she barely noticed as the view of Arendelle disappeared to be replaced by the forest, now cloaked in melting snow as spots of sunlight crept in through its branches. Elsa was aware of the arm wrapped around her waist as they rode. Normally, she would have protested, but this time she figured she probably would have fallen off ages ago if it weren't for the man's arm around her.

Once they were a safe distance away from Arendelle, the blonde spoke.

"I'm Kristoff."

"I'm Elsa," Elsa responded.

"I know," he said.

Of course he knew. She was the queen. Or, she had been the queen. For a very short amount of time.

"Why are we stopping?" Elsa asked. The image of Anna being dragged away was ever present in her mind, and she couldn't seem to move her thoughts elsewhere.

"We need a plan. We can't just rush off into the wilderness of any random kingdom and expect to get Anna back," Kristoff said. "I figured we could head out of the city in this direction, and then circle back to talk to the rock trolls. They're uh, the only people, or trolls, that I thought might know how to help us."

Elsa nodded. She already liked Kristoff. He seemed down to earth, reasonable, and so opposite to Anna. So perfect for Anna. If only Anna had met Kristoff before she had met Hans. Not that Anna would be getting married anytime soon: after the fiasco with Hans, Elsa would make sure Anna took her sweet time choosing a guy to get married to.

"I also thought you should be caught up on everything that has happened if there's anything you don't know," Kristoff added. They were both standing on the ground now, Sven resting next to a nearby tree.

"I think I know everything I need to know," Elsa said. After a couple seconds of silence, she said, "Let's sit."

The two did so, settling on the leafy ground of the forest.

"So you helped Anna. Why? Why are you here now? Hans had nothing against you before you helped me."

"I don't really know," Kristoff told her. His eyes weren't focused on her's, but on the ground a distance away. "Something about Anna just seemed to inspire me, I guess. She's amazing, your sister is."

"You love her, don't you? Or at least you think you do. You were going to try to thaw her heart." Elsa tried not to let any emotion show at this. She was pleased Anna had found someone who actually cared for her, but that didn't change the fact that her heart had been frozen. Anna was fine now, but she could have died because of Elsa.

"I was."

"And that's why you're here now. You think that I'll be able to free her, somehow?" Elsa asked.

"I know you will," Kristoff said.

Even though she knew people couldn't just know stuff like that, Elsa smiled. "So, the plan. Visit the rock trolls, possibly get help from another kingdom, and find somewhere to leave those two." Elsa nodded her head at Olaf and Sven, the former of whom was chasing down the latter in an attempt to get his carrot nose back. Olaf's little personal flurry flew through the air above the snowman, trying its best to keep up. The forest hadn't yet thawed, but Elsa knew that it would only be a matter of time. Olaf's flurry would prevent him from melting along with the snowy treetops.

"Yeah, that's about it," Kristoff agreed. "My family, the rock trolls, they won't mind taking care of Sven for a while. And I don't think Olaf has any need to eat anything, so he'll be alright. Maybe send him up to your ice castle to find Marshmallow.

Right. Elsa's ice castle. Somehow she knew that it wouldn't melt along with everything else. She had meant for that to be permanent - and it would be. Somehow, Elsa just knew that there were differences in the kinds of ice she could make - natural, like what had been in the town, and magical, like what her castle was made out of.

"Have you had enough time for your break?" Kristoff asked her after a few minutes.

"I have," Elsa said. There were places to be and things to do - they couldn't sit there much longer.

"Then on we go, my lady," Kristoff held out a hand, and Elsa took it.

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"Kristoff! Back so soon!" one of the trolls called.

"He brought another girl!" a smaller one squealed, rolling into Elsa's foot.

"Will he marry her?" another one asked.

"Don't be ridiculous, he's marrying the redhead, Pabbie said so!"

"He did not!"

"Did too!"

Kristoff attempted to pull the two little ones apart. "Guys, guys, I'm not here about marrying anyone. I need some more advice. Where's Pabbie?"

"I am here, dear boy. What is it this time."

Elsa was shocked to recognize Pabbie as the one who had erased Anna's memory when they were children. How old had he been then? How old did rock trolls get? Did they even grow?

"It's my problem, really." Elsa stepped forwards, raising a hand towards Kristoff, signaling quiet.

"Ah. The young Snow Queen has come at last. What happened to your sister?"

Kristoff and Elsa sat down to be at eye level with the trolls, and also because it was not a short story.

"So, in summary, Anna has been healed, but Hans now rules the kingdom," Kristoff finished. "We don't know what to do or who to go to."

"I knew that this day would be coming soon," Pabbie said. As usual, his face bore a somber expression, and he spoke like he knew only of terrible futures. "I had no idea that you would be involved, Kristoff, and I'm afraid that difficult times lie ahead for all of you. Hans is not working alone, but with a powerful sorceress. Prophecies have told of this. You will not be able to reclaim Arendelle without help, Lady Elsa."

"Tell me what I must do. Whatever it is, I'll do it. For Anna. For Arendelle," Elsa said.

"I am sorry to say that your only hope lies in Camelot."

Elsa's eyes widened. She had heard of Camelot, although Arendelle shared no borders with the kingdom. At least from what she had heard, Camelot was most well known for the great purge of magic it has had at the beginning of King Uther's reign. As far as Elsa knew, Uther still ruled there.

"How would Camelot be able to help us? King Uther would never send aid to the likes of me. To someone with magic," she said.

Many of the smaller trolls shrank back at the mention of Camelot's king, while Pabbie went on. "Uther will not - if he knows you have magic - which is why you must conceal your powers. But, the real reason you must go to Camelot is to find Emrys."

Kristoff raised his eyebrows. "Emrys is alive? He's real? I always thought they were just legends."

"He is alive. The time of the Once and Future King is almost upon us. Prince Arthur is under Emrys' protection as we speak - although the Prince himself is not aware of it."

Elsa watched this discussion with growing confusion. "Could someone please explain - I don't know - I don't know any of this information about Emrys."

"There were prophecies made long ago, Lady Elsa," the troll said. "One concerning you and Prince Hans. A ruler with a frozen heart. I trust you've heard of it?"

How could Elsa ever forget? How could the ruler with the frozen heart that would bring eternal winter to Arendelle be anyone but her? If it weren't for how he lied and treated Anna like dirt, Elsa would have been fine with letting Hans take over.

"We believe," Pabbie continued, "That this ruler's frozen heart and eternal winter is metaphorical. But more of this prophecy refers to figures in an old druidic prophecy. The true ruler of Arendelle will come to power with the help of Emrys and the Once and Future King. Shh, Lady Elsa, I will tell you more about these two."

Elsa shut her mouth. She had been about to ask who they were. She felt a surge of irritation pull her powers to the surface, and forced herself to remain calm. It wouldn't do to freeze the only ones that had the information to help them.

"The Once and Future King, Prince Arthur of Camelot, is destined to bring the lands of Albion to peace between the magical and non-magical peoples. Emrys is the warlock destined to be at his side, to protect, and help him in his quest for peace. Emrys is said to be the most powerful sorcerer ever to exist. I know for certain he guards the Prince now, even though he is in hiding."

"Why would either of them care about Arendelle?" Kristoff asked.

"Why would we ever care about prophecies about Albion that do not concern us? Everything is connected, Kristoff. Remember that."

Elsa looked at Kristoff, who shrugged in response and then continued to talk to Pabbie.

"So, we leave Sven and Olaf here," he said. Sven because he wouldn't be suited to Camelot's climate, and Olaf because he was, well, magical. "And just start walking to Camelot? Seems like a really bad plan when we could just ask someone closer for help."

"And someone closer would not have the power to defeat both Hans and the ones he works with. There are fine clothes here, as well as an official seal of Arendelle. I used my powers to summon them here for you. You'll find horses within the first few miles of walking, and your journey will be much quicker than you expect. I cannot go with you, but I can speed you on your way. Once you find Camelot, tell Uther who you are, Elsa, and as much of the story as you can without revealing your magic. Find Emrys. Make friends with the Prince. Everything will go as foretold."

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"Did he have to be so vague with everything?" Elsa asked. "He didn't even tell me how I'm supposed to keep my magic hidden without my gloves!" Although she had found that love was the answer to controlling her magic, Elsa had soon realized that, as unpracticed as she was, if she had bursts of uncontrolled emotion such as fear or anger, the ice would come out clinging to only her hands at first, and then to items around her. Wearing normal clothes instead of her ice dress only made it worse, now that she had learned how to be comfortable in their frozen embrace.

"I think that just comes with practice, Elsa. We'll figure something out."

Elsa took several deep breaths. Conceal, don't feel. The words had a different meaning now. She wasn't allowed to feel fear, even though it tried to break through her the more she thought about her predicament.

Kristoff put a hand on her shoulder. "Look at me."

Elsa's blue eyes met his.

"We will succeed, don't you worry about it. You're gaining more control by the hour. Now we only have to find those horses Pabbie was talking about."

All of a sudden Kristoff stopped walking.

"They're not here," a voice said. Elsa could see the light of a torch flicker not far away in the forest. "We knew they wouldn't be. Don't know why the Prince insisted on search parties being sent out, Queen Elsa would have to be crazy to return here after what she's done."

A second man responded. "Well, we don't know that she isn't crazy. But hopefully, we've avoided the eternal winter from the prophecy by getting rid of her, eh?"

"Yeah," the first man chuckled. "You know what, let's take a break. There's an inn not far from here, you see the lights?"

"Course I do."

The inn was evidently on the other side of the two men, as it was not visible to either Elsa or Kristoff. But as the two men dismounted their horses, both knew what this meant.

"We can't steal horses!" Elsa whispered.

"They're the ones that stole them, Elsa, those are the palace horses. They're rightfully yours anyway," Kristoff said back.

Elsa flinched. It still felt so wrong. But, she followed Kristoff's quiet steps and untied the white mare from the tree. Kristoff had to help her up. Elsa hadn't ridden a horse since she was a child, and it was only by luck she got the horse to follow Kristoff's for a few miles without any problems.

"We've really got to teach you how to ride properly," Kristoff told her. "Your riding stance is horrible."

"Sorry," Elsa laughed. That would be something she would have to explain to King Uther as well. Perhaps the King of Camelot would believe the story that she had been sickly for years. But would Emrys? How would they even contact an all-powerful sorcerer that didn't want to be found?

Elsa pushed the questions out of her mind. They had left Arendelle's land now. Kristoff had started a small fire and set out some food and the sleeping blankets they had stolen along with the horses. Now wasn't the time to think about these things - if she did, she would never get any sleep.

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