The boy had to think quickly. He wasn't nearly powerful enough to fight The Shadow with all the fear surrounding the crash site from not only the guards, but Elsa as well.

"Your Highness," said the boy, not taking his eyes off The Shadow, "are you still able to fight?"

Elsa, starting to gain her second wind, balanced herself on the tree she flew into and stood up. Her head still hurt fiercely and her coordination was a bit off, but her sense of pride pushed her to steady herself.

"Yes, I can. But...what can we do? Everything we hit him with he brushes off like it's nothing."

The boys face went into one of deep concentration.

"We may not be able to defeat him," the boy admitted, "but we might be able to get rid of him, at least for now. If we hit him at the same time with everything we've got, we may be able to get him to retreat."

Elsa was skeptical. She had witnessed firsthand what this figure was capable of, and didn't think this plan was going to make any difference. However, she had no choice.

"Alright, let's try it." Said Elsa, a sliver of doubt in her voice.

Elsa and the boy ran around the figure till they were each on one side of him, and let out endless, chaotic flurries of ice and snow. Elsa was giving it her all, but she could feel her power waning. Her drive became sluggish, her body felt like it it was on fire, her arms felt like they were going to fall off, but she kept pushing, fighting, more than willing to sacrifice herself for her kingdom.

The Shadow was holding his own, but even with all his power, he was still having difficulty holding them back.

"Keep counting your blessings, Frost!" The Shadow said to the boy over the commotion, "you'll run out of luck soon enough!"

With that, the Shadow slammed his fists to the ground and covered the entire area with black magic. Elsa saw a giant wave of black race towards her at rapid speed. The boy moved quickly in front of her and put up a dazzling shield of light-blue ice. She heard the boy yell "Brace yourself!" and then nothing; Blackness.

When Elsa awoke she couldn't immediately remember what happened. But a few glances at the black snow jogged her memory. The boy was next to her, still unconscious. Elsa looked up from the ground, but immediately wished she hadn't. To her horror, she saw all her men; not unconscious, but mangled and broken. Limbs strewn about the black snow, blood staining the trees and foliage. 200 of Arendelle's finest soldiers reduced to bloodied corpses. A dark aura surrounded the dead, suggesting the Shadow was their murderer. Elsa wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to wish this was all a terrible dream, but she wasn't stupid, and she knew all too well that it was real. She looked around for the Shadow, but he had long since vanished. She had no clue what was going on, no clue who these beings were. But she did know one thing; She needed information. And this boy was going to give it to her.