"Amnesia?" Elsa was surprised, but she should've known; the man suffered a head wound. Still, she thought he would remember something.
"Yes. I fear it may be quite severe. He does not know how he got to an island kingdom!"
Elsa sighed. His attackers could be deep in her city, ready to strike again. She could order the guards to search everyone, but in a kingdom as heavily populated as hers, it would be an unwise gesture. Not to mention how long it would take.
The witchcrafter noted the Queen's distress and smiled apologetically. "There is always a chance a memory or two will surface. He did just wake up, and he does not strike me as the type to sit around idly." She smiled as Elsa looked up expectantly. "He is still in my home, waiting for me to return."
The Queen stood, wishing to waste no time. "Take me to him."
"As you wish, Your Majesty." Elsa smiled. They would unearth the criminals shortly.
"I could have sworn I left him here."
Elsa stared, appalled. The table was empty. Bloodied sheets hung off the edge in a jumbled mess. There was no other explanation; he was simply gone.
"His cloak's missing as well," the healer added, investigating. "Where did he go? Where could he have gone?"
The Queen smiled. "You said so yourself." She turned to face the healer. "He isn't one to sit around idly."
The healer chuckled. "Yes, I suppose so. Now, the question of where he is still hangs over us. I wonder where he would've wanted to go first."
Elsa nodded, also wanting to find him so the attackers could be pinpointed and the fear in her heart be quelled. Now think, she told herself, where would an amnesiac first go if he wanted to recover his memories? Definitely not the castle; they had just left from there. The tavern would get him drunk and worsen his amnesia. The ports? It was likely. If he somehow determined he was on an island, then ports would be ideal. How else do you get to an island? "I think I know where he might be." The healer turned, interested. "The ports. If he discovered he was on an island, then he'd look for his ship."
The healer smiled. "Excellent! It's your best bet. Good luck!"
Elsa was surprised. "You aren't coming?"
The healer smiled sadly and gestured around her abode. "I must tidy this place up. A messy house is bad for business." She looked at the dejected Queen. "You'll do fine! Honestly, a queen does not need someone walking her through every situation. Advisors are different," she added quickly, cutting off the Queen. "It's their job to fill your head with nonsense. That's how they get paid. But ultimately, it's your choice that matters. Whether or not you heed their words. It's the same principle." The healer began to clean up, and continued her story as she scrubbed away at a blood-filled pot. "You can either rely on what everyone tells you, which is not a wise move, or you can decide things for yourself. It's your kingdom, and we are your subjects. Therefore, you should be the one who has a final say in things. Be your own person." The healer did not speak anymore as she changed sheets on the table.
Elsa frowned. "So, does that mean I have to listen to that? Or can I be my own person and not take your word into account?"
"Oh, go look for him! Do not spend your time finding loopholes in other peoples' statements."
Elsa chuckled and made her way out.
Jordan gazed in awe around the city. He listened to merchants call out their wares, and watched as people walked around, doing their thing. A brisk breeze blew through the summer air, and the bright blue sky matched his vivid mood. Buildings lined up either side on the road. When he turned around, he could see the grand castle looming over the city. He smiled. This was an amazing city. He would like to stay here sometime and relax. First, he needed to go home. He looked around. Where was the road? How do people get here? He stopped a passerby.
"Excuse me, but where is the entrance to the city?"
The passerby, an old man, chuckled. "Just look in the direction the crowds come from."
"Thank you!"
"You're quite welcome, young man." They continued on their ways. Jordan had to shove past the crowds with a few "Pardon me"s and "My apologies"s, but soon, he stood on the dock. Now, which ship was his? He obviously had to have traveled by boat in order to reach Arendelle. He looked from the large, massive ships, decided they weren't his, and continued moving down the dock.
Eventually, he came across a small and battered boat. Whoever had owned this knew little about boating. The sails were crudely tied to the mast, and it had been stopped in front of the dock at a large angle. However, something about this boat seemed familiar to Jordan and beckoned for his attention. He peered down the rest of the dock. Only two ships left. Freshly arrived. Jordan scoffed. He hated people without punctuality. He turned his attention back on the yacht. It was abandoned. What harm could one look do? Jordan crossed to the other side of the dock, exhaled, and ran. He jumped at the exact moment his toes hung over the edge. His hands landed on the bowsprit, to which he hung on and used to pull himself up over the bowsprit and onto the yacht so that he faced the dock. He whewed and turned around, ready to investigate. And stopped dead in his tracks.
Elsa sighed. Why was this so hard?
"So, people can magically disappear in less than fifteen minutes," she grumbled. She had spent the majority of her time exploring the large trade schooners. The rest of the time? Cursing the mystery man. Where could he have gone? She sighed and exited the third ship. He was not there. A headache began to creep up, which was very annoying. He'd better be here somewhere.
Then, she saw him, on a small beat-up yacht. He was just standing there, silent as a statue, making no noise or movement, head down as if in defeat. She frowned, concerned, and went as close as she could. "Um, sir?" When he didn't respond, Elsa grew even more worried. Small frost clusters formed on the docks. What was wrong? She could sense it; he had discovered something, but it was a detrimental discovery. "Sir!" she tried again. The air grew humid, and she looked up. The bright, sunny day was being consumed by menacing dark clouds. It got colder as well.
The man turned his head slightly, still looking down, still mute. Elsa backed away. Thunder boomed overhead, and she gasped. A bolt of lightning had directly struck the man, but there was something odd with the result. First, the bolt was not a white light, but a dark, obsidian color, and second, and most frightening, the man seemed to relish the strike, and he grinned devilishly. He turned his whole body and looked at her. Nothing was alive in his eyes, no emotion, no life, nothing... like the man who had arrived at her kingdom had been evicted from his own body and replaced with something more intimidating. Even his grin seemed too evil for this world.
He jumped and landed on the dock. The sawdust erupted and blew away from him in a neat circle before settling. Immediately, the air around her felt colder. The man grinned sadistically and lunged at her.
Elsa ducked away, frightened. Some ice shot from her hands, hitting him in the chest. He grunted and stumbled a bit. She grew even more terrified; she had wanted to control her powers and avoid hurting people. But, in this state, was he a person?
The man grinned once more as he leapt onto the yacht and back, only now he had a sword in hand. He lunged at her, and she used her ice again to push him back. It never froze on him, strangely. The ice would strike him, but then melt away. However, she had enough energy to keep him at bay for a few more minutes.
"Elsa!" A familiar voice rang out, and both combatants turned to see who it was. Elsa sighed with relief as Kristoff came lumbering up to them. "You! What are you doing!?" The man replied with a snarl and pushed harder. Elsa began to falter. Kristoff grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away quickly, before the man's blade reached her. She ran with him, which is never easy when you're wearing a dress, and started to say thank you, but then heard the man call out.
"Wait up!"
"Don't look back, Your Majesty. It'll slow you down." Elsa agreed, but as the man continued to shout random things and his voice grew fainter, she noticed a change in the weather. Then she heard a thud on the dock.
When they reached the castle, Elsa commanded the guards to retrieve the man from the docks and put him in a cell. They nodded and went. The Queen made a beeline to her room. Anna stood there. "Elsa?" but the Queen ignored her. She reached her room, went in, and shut the door before sliding down. What had just happened?
A/N: Hey guys! I'm back! Sorry for the long delay. I had writer's block over a few things, so...yeah. I will try to upload every now and again but I don't know. Hey, ignorance is bliss. OK, so yeah, review, follow, do whatever. Don't eat McDonald's once a day, every day. Don't be a klepto, and other things. Bye!