This chapter is a bit cheesy, but just bear with me here. Or I'll sick a bear on you.

Chapter 5:

A thousand things forgotten

"Hans." Elsa hissed, her eyes trained on the ex-prince.

"In the flesh." Hans replied, bowing slightly while keeping his knife at the queen's throat.

"You've got a lot of nerve showing up back in Arendelle alone, bitch." said Michael from the ground, slowly reaching for his pistol on the ground.

"I'm not alone." said Hans as a foot stomped down on Michael's hand. The foot belonged to one of ten masked henchmen, dressed in black and carrying swords.

"Why are you here?" Elsa demanded.

"To pay you back." said Hans.

"For what?"

"For ruining my chance to rule an entire kingdom, and lead it to glorious victory." Hans started to circle her, still keeping his knife levelled at her neck. "Growing up as the youngest child of 13 kids, I realized that I would never achieve greatness. I would never rule my father's kingdom. But I craved for the feeling of having a whole nation under my rule. I wanted to do good in the world."

"Apparently killing royals counts as doing good." spat Elsa.

"Shut up, girl!" yelled Hans, angrily slapping her across the face. "I would have been a greater ruler than either you or your pathetic, naive, dumb and pitiful excuse for a sister!"

Elsa's nostrils flared. "You don't get to talk about Anna that way..."

"I can talk about anyone however the heck I want!" Hans screamed, slapping her even harder. "You ruined my plans! You took my kingdom away from me and left me with nothing! I could have achieved greatness, and you prevented that from happening!"

"And this is how you show your gratitude?" a voice said as four metal claws erupted from Hans' chest, making him scream in agony and drop the knife. This allowed Elsa to send a blast of icy magic at Hans' men, freezing three of them solid. As the remaining seven dashed at her and Hans' attacker, Michael grabbed his handgun at fired at the heads of six of them in quick succession, using pinpoint accuracy. They dropped, and as Hans' body slumped to the ground, his killer quickly dashed at the last one standing, slashing him across the face with his clawed glove. He then looked over at Michael, half of his ruined face visible as the rest was shadowed by his fedora.

"Freddy Krueger!" Michael gasped, levelling his gun at the serial killer's face. "Don't come any closer!"

Freddy grinned, chuckling to himself. "Why? Are you scared?"

"Don't fuck with me, monster!" he yelled. "You're a cold-blooded killer, murdering people without remorse!"

"Michael, you don't understand-" Elsa tried to explain.

"Elsa, get away from him, he'll kill you."

"Mike, he's only protecting me!"

"How do you fucking know that?!"

"Because we made a deal!"

Michael lowered his gun and turned to her. "You what?!"

"He's not here on his own free will, and he offered to protect me is I get him home and help him regain his powers."

"You should've left him like that! He's a fucking psycho! He'll kill you when he has a chance!"

"Well I trust him!"

"I don't!" Michael yelled, walking away.

"Michael, come back!" Elsa called, beginning to follow him.

"There's a thousand things you forget every day, Elsa. Make sure this is one of them." Michael said, making Elsa stop in his tracks. Then he was gone.

"That escalated quickly." Freddy said.

"Leave me alone." replied Elsa, storming towards the castle.

"If I leave you alone, how can I protect you?"

"I can die right now for all I care! Just leave me alone!" screamed Elsa as she disappeared around a corner.

This made Freddy pause. She doesn't care if she dies now? That means I won't get my powers back! he thought. Then he thought about Michael and what he said about not trusting him. If that was enough for her not to care for his protection, then her friends must mean a lot to her. And all because of Freddy, she doesn't care if she lives or dies. And maybe Michael was right. Maybe Freddy would kill her when he had a chance. Maybe he couldn't be trusted.

At each thought, his clawed glove twitched a bit, but Freddy didn't notice.

But if she doesn't trust me, I can't get my powers back! he thought. If I hadn't killed all those people in the past, I wouldn't be like this. At that, the infamous Springwood Slasher felt something nobody would have ever thought for him to feel. Something he hadn't felt before. He felt...

Guilt.

The second he thought the word "guilt", his clawed glove leapt off his hand and started to scuttle around.

"What the hell?" Freddy said. Then he had a thought. With his mind, he wished for the glove to crawl in front of him and stop. The glove did exactly what he wanted.

I'm regaining my powers. he thought as he put the glove back onto his hand.

"A mister Michael De Santa is here to see you, your majesty." Kai, one of her most trusted servants, said the next day.

"Don't let him in." Elsa replied from her ice-covered desk, frowning.

"I already did." said Kai as Michael entered the room.

"What do you want, Michael?" she grumbled as more ice spread out from her desk.

"I wanted to apologise for last night." he replied, sitting down at the other end of the desk and not giving any thought to the ice. "I understand now."

"Do you?" she said sarcastically.

"I found a note from Grand Pabbie on my bed last night. I know everything."

Elsa looked up, her frown starting to fade and the ice receding. "You do?"

"If you wanna try to make a psycho... well, not a psycho, I say go." said Michael, placing his hand on hers. "Believe me, I know the feeling."

Elsa smiled and leaned forward to hug her friend, the ice now completely gone. "Thanks Mike. You're the best."

"So let's say it never happened and be friends again, okay?" he asked, hugging her back.

Elsa broke the embrace. "You forget a thousand things every day. Make sure this is one of them."

Michael laughed. "Better get going. My flight leaves soon. Just wanted to clear things up."

"Have a safe trip home, and give Amanda my regards."

"Will do. Bye, cool girl." replied Michael as he headed out of the room.

As soon as Michael was out of earshot, music blasted from the phone in Elsa's desk. She picked up the phone and recoiled upon seeing who was calling. Reluctantly, she pushed answer and put the phone to her ear. "Hello, Mr. Crest."

"Hey, babe." Lester replied over the phone. "How's Freddy?"

Elsa almost dropped the phone in surprise. "Did Mike..."

"Nope."

"Then how..."

"I know almost everything, babe. Deal with it."

"Shut up, Lester. We know that's not why you called."

"Just wanted to let you know that an old friend of Freddy's is coming over to visit. Be prepared, he's a bit... friendly."

"What do you-" Before Elsa could finish her sentence, Lester hung up.

Told you it was cheesy. Glad you grinned and bared it.

Who is this mysterious "friend" of Freddy's that Lester told us about? I bet you can't figure it out! Well, it's a bit obvious to those who read my previous chapter, but who cares?

By the way, I'm starting a poll on my Fanfiction profile on whether or not I should ship Elsa and Freddy. It was just an idea I had. If the votes come out as yes, please note that I will NOT ship them in this specific story. I may make a few hints, but it won't be fully featured until a later story. But nonetheless, tell me what you guys think should happen!

Please rate, comment, and review! Next chapter soon! Cheers!