A/N, I realise how shit the third chapter actually is compared to the other chapters I will do and have done in my other Fanfic, oh well, guess it will do for now. To da story.

Chapter 4: Winter Witch of the Middle Ages, part 2

Elsa woke tied to a chair in a dark room. The last thing she remembered was seeing William Bjorgman's family behind her and having a sharp pain in the back of her head. She looked around the room and could only make out the door, she guessed that this was an old house due to the door being highly damaged from age. She yelped as pain in her stomach started after she lifted her head to look at the ceiling.

"Dad, the witch is awake, what should we do" a calm, innocent young male voice cried.

"I will get Lord Death Storm and see what he thinks should be done about her" William's voice answered.

Death Storm, but how, wasn't he dead and if I some how transported to the past, how could he be in charge, according to Ticf, he was frozen for millions of years Elsa thought to herself.

"Dad, how does Lord Death Storm get here so quick, is he magic or something" a young female voice asked her father, Elsa estimated the girl was around seven years old.

"As far as we know, no but he might as well be" William answered the girl.

How is Death Storm in charge was the only thing in Elsa's mind.

"Lord Death Storm, we have a witch inside that matches your description perfectly" William exclaimed outside the door.

"Show me where this bitch is, I will be the only one to say so" a loud, booming, angry voice snapped at the man.

"She is in here" the same young male voice from before answered, opening the door to the room Elsa was being held captive.

"Lights" the one they called Death Storm shouted.

William and a young man both light the candles and torches in the room. In the centre they saw Elsa tied up with frost surrounding her. She looked up and her eyes said everything, this was the real Death Storm, right down to the last detail.

"I thought I would never see the notorious demon alive again" Elsa mocked.

"Very brave of you to start mocking the one who can kill you in a single blow, I did it fully before no thanks Ticf saving you that is" Death Storm laughed, having sparks fly out of his hand.

"So how exactly did you survive my sister's attack on you, you fucking died in my eyes and to everyone present at your death match against Ticf" Elsa reminded.

"Simple, Susan resurrected me and now I have sent five versions of me to five different times, one here to take care of you, one to the time Anna went to, one to Fiona, another to Ticf and last one to Kristoff but of cause, I left my true form back in your time" Death Storm answered, slapping Elsa.

"I take it we got it correct" William laughed.

"Yes you did mister William, you can kill her but in my presence my friend" Death answered.

"Will do, when should it be" William asked.

"Tomorrow unless something stops me, oh by the way Elsa, you are in the Middle Ages" Death Storm mocked, zapping her hand.

Elsa tried to release herself hours later but due to Death Storm's zap, she couldn't function her left hand. That is until two childish voices spoke to her that night.

A/N, this fairly short but you know what they say, quality over quantity. So who could be the two voices, clue, they are part of William's family. Bye for now.