Since the last chapter was kind of dull, I have decided to release this one a bit early, the next chapter will be up on Tuesday.

We finally learn more about Arendelle's attackers, but sometimes the solution to a problem leaves more questions than it answers.

P.S. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to review. This will probably be the last of the short chapters, the next one should be around 2,000 words.

Enjoy!

Arendelle Attacked

Chapter 4: Elsa Breaks Loose

Elsa looked up to see the ice golem looming in the arch of the now shattered doorway. There were splinters of the once impressive heavy oak gate scattered across the snow like little toothpicks, despite several of them being almost as big as Elsa herself. The dark wood stood out against the bright snow. There was more cracking as the icy golem sauntered into the courtyard, stepping on the scattered remnants of Arendelle's defensive wall. The creature was flanked by two more, slightly smaller, beasts. The first one let out another roar and raised its massive arm in a feeble attempt to intimidate the queen. Elsa saw the look of confusion in its fiery red eyes as she stood her ground; It obviously was used to people running away in fear whenever it threatened them, but Elsa had decided that she would stop running. Pity the golem didn't know that. A small grin slowly spread across her face only adding to the golem's confusion; this is going to be fun, she thought.

The golem roared a final time and charged at Elsa and her sister. It's footsteps thundered across the courtyard, shattered bits of wood flying out from under its footsteps, the golem took a couple of bounds to pick up speed before finally leaping several feet into the air and moved forward at a surprising speed for such a large creature. Elsa felt Anna cringe slightly as she lazily flicked her wrist and summoned up an icy spike, which she promptly drove through the beasts head, pinning it in the air, the blazing red light in its eyes slowly fading into darkness. Two more flicks and the remaining golems were pinned to the walls, their heads dropping to the floor with a soft thud. Elsa cringed as she looked at the various piles of disintegrating snow partly impaled on translucent steaks, perhaps I went too far that time, she thought to herself. A third golem peeked its head through the door and was promptly treated to an icicle facial. She quickly dismissed her earlier thought as she crushed yet another golem's head under a pillar of frozen snow, burying it alive. She had little time to catch her breath as four more golems busted through the now shattered gate and began to form a loose semicircle around her, fists raised. "Anna, get back to where it's safe." she growled, focusing all her might into conjuring up her next icy attack. Elsa decided to put some flair into what she was going to do next. After all what is the point of having ice powers if you can't show them off sometimes? She took a step back and slammed her foot down on the floor sending a small icy snowflake across the courtyard. She swung her other foot out covering the snowflake with a slick film of ice. Happy with her creation Elsa moved quickly, pushing off with the foot she had just used to summon the icy sheet the queen began to twirl around like an ice skater, her long hair braid and dress spiraling about her. A whirlwind of snowflakes began to form around her, sunlight glinting off of the ice. It looked like she was in the center of a cloud of stars. The cloud began getting denser and denser until the queen was almost completely obscured by a vortex of swirling snow. And then Elsa let loose, releasing the pent up centrifugal force of the snow and ice that had been gathering around her; she sent the spinning mass out toward the golems at a high speed, arcing it around like a giant arm to hit each golem in turn. The ice laced wind slammed into the first golem, shattering it into a hundred pieces and mixing its frozen parts in with the lethal wind. The second and third golems where shredded into a fine powder that blew to the ground like freshly fallen snow. The final golem was struck with such force that it embedded itself several inches into the solid stone wall, sending a spider web of cracks scurrying along its surface.

Elsa braced her hands on her legs, chest heaving, that last trick had taken quite a bit of concentration. She stood there for several minutes trying to regain her energy and sense of direction, the snow falling gently around her. It struck the queen as odd how weak she felt. Usually her powers didn't take quite that much out of her, she had made an entire castle without even breaking a sweat for crying out loud, why did this drain her so much? It felt like someone had been draining her power during the fight. After catching her breath Elsa finally rose up to look at what remained of the enemy. It goes without saying that there was not much left. Elsa walked over to one of the fallen golems. Up close, the body of the golem triggered something in Elsa's subconscious. She finally realized what had seemed like a fleeting memory before. These golems looked like the one she conjured up at her ice palace in a moment of fear to protect herself from the outside world and yet, like this winter, there was something off about them. They weren't her's, a foreign magic flowed through them and controlled their actions. Questions swarmed through Elsa's mind as she knelt down next to the slowly collapsing body of snow. Why where there so many of them? What where they doing all the way down here in Arendelle? And most importantly, who sent them here?

The queen stood up and turned around, hoping to speak to her sister and reassure her that things were going to be ok. But Anna was gone. Elsa looked around wildly; Anna had probably hidden behind one of the buildings during the fight. "Anna!" she shouted "Anna?". Her eyes fell to a piece of wrinkled parchment lying on the floor. Surprising that it had not been blown away by Elsa's windstorm. She reached down to pick it up. Folding it open she saw it inscribed with strange symbols she had never seen before. In the middle of the paper, in neat cursive handwriting stood twelve little words. "Those who abandon the path shall be made to pay for their transgressions." Elsa clenched her fist, freezing the tattered note into a solid piece of ice and shattering it in her grip as her anger rose through her. No one would ever lay a hand on her sister again, not after him. Elsa would make sure of that. The questions still remained; who did this? Why? Where were they now? And when she found them? Oh, she had a few ideas to make them, what was it the note said? Oh right "pay for their transgressions." Elsa stormed off toward the castle; she had work to do...

Somewhere, alone and in the dark, Anna opened her eyes.

The pieces of the puzzle begin to fall into place...