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The Queen of Arendelle had greeted her guests with the usual pleasantries as well as surveying the guests before she began to settle in. The gathering was not nearly as large as her coronation, and had been meant to be a more intimate affair, she had invited old friends of their parents, close diplomatic allies (such as the King and Queen of Corona with their daughter and son-in-law), and even some of the castle's own staff whom they had grown up with.

Even with such a number of familiar faces, she still felt ill at ease when she couldn't find her sister nor Kristoff amongst the crowds she was playing meet and greet with, waving off a servant's offer for a drink while was being chatted up by Prince Eugene on Arendelle's military equipment.

She slowly lost focus though as the ballroom doors opened and one familiar and an unfamiliar face greeted her. The one she recognized was Kristoff, dressed well, actually shaved, blond hair combed back and looking as uncomfortable as one could expect the working man to be in such formal attire. It made Elsa giggle before going up to greet him.

The unfamiliar man, a taller, burlier man of rugged features, blue eyes, a well-trimmed beared and tied back hair greeted the queen with a smile and bowed, kissing her hand politely. "Your majesty, we apologize for our lateness. It took Kristoff some time to convince him to put on a suit."

By all that was good and holy, it was Orelov. Elsa also realized at this point that none of them had clearly seen his face until this point.

"I feel like such a tool that I should be piled into the back of my sleigh." Kristoff complained, snapping the queen out of her surprise in time for her to assure the iceman.

"You look quite handsome this evening."

"A drink, my queen?" A servant offered

"Not at the moment, thank you." She then grew a grave and then asked the two gentlemen. "Have either of you seen my sister-"

"Here I am." A voice announced from behind causing Elsa to release a gale of snow in the direction of the voice and leap towards Kristoff.

Thankfully, the party guests just laughed it off. ("Thank you, Queen Elsa, but I think Jotunheim will be seeing plenty of snow as is!")

"Whoa, sorry, dumb mistake." Anna's voice said again, this time behind Kristoff which made him jump into Nikolai's arms.

"Anna, I thought we discussed that you need to relax." The Russian chastised his student, setting the pair in his arms down while the Queen looked over her younger sister.

"Anna… You're dressed like a man." She commented with some despair, knowing inside why she must be dressed like that.

"I know. But look at all the pockets the coats come with! I never knew guys had such amazing outfits! Check it out, Master, I can fit in twelve throwing darts-" Nikolai firmly put a hand on the redhead's shoulder to still her.

"Anna, please, I commend your dedication, but you are, very literally, going to drive yourself insane. I have known eager assassin initiates who grew into eternally paranoid lunatics, thinking death is hiding in every shadow or seeing conspiracies written in the stars."

"Probably the most reasonable thing you can see in them" Kristoff snarked while Anna became more downcast.

"I'm sorry, I just felt so, anxious about leaving my room without some things on hand."

"I understand the feeling, but please, trust me, if there is anyone lurking in the shadows to strike at you or the Queen, I promise you I will not let it slip by me." The Russian's features softened to match his finer appearance. "Now go, enjoy yourself and this evening. Her Majesty dedicates this party to you."

With little other choice, Anna decided to mingle with the different people gathered, some of whom she remembered vaguely from childhood, some she remembered from the coronation (did not help with her anxiety), and others she even saw daily around the castle.

"A drink, Princess?"

"No, thank you. I'm not thirsty." She waved the on-duty servant off and did her best to socialize, but felt walled off at best from these people, suspecting any one of them of possibly desiring her or Elsa's death, or, at best, simply felt unable to related to most of these people, not nearly versed in politics as some (nor so concerned) but no longer as carefree as others. ("Great story about your horse, Princess.")

The bell to announce dinner rang, and like cattle, they all filed into the grand dining room, the grim analogy gave the redhead pause.

"I guess everyone's right." She quietly muttered her revelation. "I really do need to calm down more."

"I'll say, you look like you've been walking on eggshells all night." Kristoff's voice spoke up from behind her. When she turned around, he was giving her a fairly bright and assuring smile. "You should have tried dancing a little. I think there's gonna be more after dinner though."

The infectious smile reached Anna, and the princess offered her arm for the iceman to guide her in. "Then, after dinner, may I have the honor of the first dance with the royal iceman?"

Before it could be finalized, a blast of snow and ice exploded from the dining room, followed by a rush of people screaming and Elsa's voice shouting over the pandamonium: "Run!"

Anna only faintly heard Kristoff loose a long stream of oaths and vulgarities, she wouldn't remember knocking down people to get through the crowd, once she saw what was happening, it was as though time froze with the rest of the dining hall.

One of Elsa's blizzard's had ripped through the place, a sign of her distress. Orelov already had his shaska drawn and the point already buried into the throat of one attacker his pistol's muzzle flash guided its shot into the face of another while four more surrounded him.

The queen, her sister, was in far more dire straits. She was down on her knees, two men, now frozen solid, holding each arm out and one with their free hand stuck forcing the blond's head down, and a third man running in to behead her with an axe.

But what sank Anna's heart was that each of these attackers were not wearing black or white outfits. They didn't look like some rival nobility. They were all faces she recognized from the castle's own staff.

Adrenaline surging through her, the redhead dashed across the long table, hands reaching into her coat to retrieve a set of throwing knives. She watched Elsa struggle in slow motion, her own powers betraying her as those restraining her were well dead, but their bodies now locked fast. unmoving, and unyielding in their hold on her with the strength that had allowed Anna's frozen body to shatter steel.

Each heartbeat seemed to last full seconds, each knife was cold between her fingers as she launched them from her hands, the flechette storm racing towards Elsa's executioner. And then, Anna felt one of her legs become weak and collapse on her, the warm trickle of blood touching her ankle and soaking her heels as she tumbled through the impossible winter air chancing a glance she noticed one of Orelov's attackers had slashed her leg in his final moments of life.

When she hit the tabletop, pain had returned her perception of time to normal just in time to watch her knives miss their mark from the raging storm inside, her older sister managing to free her head and avoid decaptiation but instead the axe blade came down on the Queen's arm and tore it free from the rest of her.

Anna's scream tore through the dining hall and hatred burned in the redhead's core. Her leg was wounded, but she had another good leg and two arms left, and she charged across the table like a beast at the edge of extinction.

The treacherous servant stood over the prone and weeping Queen who cradled the bleeding stump that had once been her right arm raising his axe to finish his grim work, a task he wouldn't have finished, had he not hesitated for just one moment, seeing not a witch or monster, but a terrified young woman.

"I'm sorry… And requiescat in-" He would never finish that sentence, the air he would have used instead was expelled as a raging redhead bull rushed into his chest, sending the two tumbling over the icy and bloody ground until Anna straddled his chest and began bringing down her fists on his exposed face.

There was no discipline to her strikes, none of her training or technique supported them, only rage and fear.

Trapped in a red haze, she felt a powerful hand try to pull her free from the traitor allowing just enough of her new instincts to kick in and lash out with a backhand followed by a spinning kick.

It was only Elsa's pained yelp that brought her back to reality.

Her breath hung in the air for seconds at a time, rattling with her lungs from her pounding heart. Anna surveyed the carnage of the scene, a few of the guests lay dead or wounded on the floor, whimpering and shivering in the cold. All the traitors were either dead, dying, or in the case of hers, incapacitated (possibly), her master was nowhere to be found but a broken glass window with bloodied edges ill omen, but what truly made her feel ill was seeing her Kristoff, his face already blackening from her strikes while Elsa was curled up in one of his massive arms, trembling while still clutching her ice encased arm stump.

"Kristoff, Elsa! I'm so sorry, are you both okay?" The redhead screamed and dashed towards her family. She was shocked when Elsa of all people spoke first and gave a weak smile.

"I can't feel my arm, but I think that's the cold."

Anna was torn between laughter and crying, though Kristoff was a bit more serious. "Very funny, clown queen. We need to get you and everyone injured to the hospital, someone needs to find Orelov, we need to make sure that was the last of them, and get this place back under control."

"What about your face?" Anna asked with some concern, Kristoff shrugged it off.

"The doctor's going to have a hard enough time dealing with all the patients, nevermind figuring out which side of my face got kicked and punched."

"Kristoff, you seem to have a good idea of what needs to be done, there's something I need to take care of here. Please, make sure Elsa and Master are okay."

Kristoff and Elsa gave one another concerned looks as they noticed a flash of ice in Anna's eyes.

"I promise, I won't kill him." She tried to assure.

"That's probably even more worrisome."

"Kristoff, please, take care of the Queen." The princess nearly stomped her foot, and slowly but hesitantly, the pair ran off while Anna turned to the man responsible for her sister's new disability.