CH.7: Olaff master swordsman…sort of

Olaff, a name his father had given him upon being born into the world, was an anime nut along with a video gaming nerd of sorts. Growing up he realized many things, one was that he could fit into most any locker and the other was…well…he was different. At a young age he tried fitting in, tried sports but found he didn't have the energy to muster to it, plus, being picked last or having to sit and wait to be called in did little for his morale. Anna was always kind and sweet and really didn't judge him like others did. They became fast friends and while her sister didn't think too much of him, he didn't blame her for that, he knew that Elsa appreciated him looking out for Anna when she couldn't be there at school with her. All his life he had been the underdog, his attendance was spot on…unless there was a convention he really wanted to go to, hey, his geek flag was way high and he always did make up his work, he wasn't a slacker or anything.

At conventions he was a rock god, he dressed up as most any of his favorite characters and no one judged him or said he couldn't cosplay as this character. He had friends there who understood him…sadly the only time he met them in person was there due to the long distance between them. Still he had Anna to share his adventures with…till Kristoff entered the picture. Kristoff was a nice enough guy but due to his ascending the popularity totem he looked down on him. He had a friendly personality and along with his theater cred he never looked down on others, it was wrong and even when humming a star trek theme in his head as he waited to be let out of his locker…he did not wish any bully ill will as he knew they were acting out because of their own miserable life.

"The zombies are slowing down…well…they aren't following us so we're in the clear. C'mon everyone." Olaff waved his hand but then Kristoff moved over and placed a hand against his chest.

"Ok…who put you in charge smiles? Look it is clear this role is needed of one who carries leadership qualities…and no offense but you don't fit the bill. Anna isn't around to protect you anymore…so…fall back in line ok?" Kristoff gave him a hard shove as he looked out at everyone.

"Kristoff…Elsa put me in charge…" Olaff tried to say this louder but it was clear the football star of former glory wouldn't listen to him.

"Ooh I like a take charge type of man," Jenny grinned as she went to hug onto Kristoff's arm using as much boob action as possible.

"Everyone listen up…we'll be picking up the pace from here on out and anyone slowing us down gets left behind. Anna and Elsa stayed behind to buy us time to escape…new plan is leaving the city soon as we can." Kristoff looked around at them all and began to walk away with Jenny at his side.

"Wait…leave Anna and Elsa behind…are you nuts?" Olaff could not believe this. Jenny had proposed this plan earlier and Elsa had shot her down. Kristoff could not be serious…no…after all the sisters had done for them leaving them behind was ludicrous.

"Hey…we stay too long waiting for them to show and we're zombie food. I know this sucks, especially since Anna is your friend…but she was my girlfriend and this decision does not come lightly. A part of me will always love Anna…but what I've done is out in the open and to be reminded of the pain I caused her…I can't. If she catches up to us…great…if not she will understand-."

"Understand…do you even hear yourself speak? This is Anna we are talking about, the same girl you once loved, the very sweet heart who supported you through thick and thin. You cheated on her…you hurt her…no we are not leaving the city…I won't let-."

Olaff received a punch to the gut and he fell down on his knees. The air was knocked out of him and he looked up seeing Kristoff standing over him.

"That is enough…the decision has been made. However I won't force you all to follow me, but rather let you make this decision on your own conscious. Do you stay behind and wait for Anna and Elsa…or get out of the city with your skin still intact? The choice is yours…but…I'm not waiting around for a decision."

Kristoff cocked his gun he held and moved off with Jenny crushing her chest into his arm. Olaff looked around, all his classmates he had known for years standing there uncertain. He knew he wasn't a leader; leaders led by example, and right now at his lowest he couldn't even stop Kristoff. There was no point giving a speech…most of this group held little love for him. He bowed his head and took a step to the side and a majority of the class went with charismatic Kristoff. He was a quarterback…that made him leader potential.

Olaff lifted his head and noticed that only one person had stayed behind. It was a girl in his class, a girl named Rosalie. She was usually in the background, quiet and observing never in the spotlight. In drama she usually did set design and helped with the costumes, but, he knew better than anyone what she was truly capable of. At the conventions she stood out, her costume mastery led to some of the finer showmanship there was…and people marveled at her. She was always there but she never really spoke to anyone but gladly would have pictures taken of her.

"Ah hi…um…why didn't you go with the others?" Olaff was curious, not that he minded it was just…staying behind meant dealing with the straggler of zombies and all that.

Rosalie ran a hand through her pinkish colored hair and ran a hand along her arm. Her hazel colored eyes gazed once at him then back to the ground as she bit her bottom lip. Rosalie didn't have a figure like Jenny or Anna, or even Elsa for that matter. Rosalie had a slightly wider figure big boned and such…but…she never once let it get to her or that she couldn't cosplay as a certain character. He always admired that for he wasn't exactly Kristoff figured.

"Kristoff is full of himself…his character is hardly one should put their trust behind. He hurt Anna, went for an airhead like Jenny, and picks on people who don't fit his clique. You are friendly and kind and don't care the weight, ethnicity, or sexuality of a person so long as they have a good heart. I admire that and those values make one a good leader."

That was the most he had ever heard her say…and it kind of made him blush. Still he kept his head about him and pulled at his shirt as Picard did during a difficult crisis. "Alright…here is what we do, we go back for Anna and Elsa…follow me."

Olaff set off with the gun he had along with the sword strapped to his back. Rosalie kept up with him and he looked at her from the side but when she looked back with that steady gaze of hers he had to look away. There was something about Rosalie that made his skin crawl, in a pleasant way of course, and the way her short smile drew his heart in a fast pitter patter. He had a crush on Anna for a bit but now it had become too friend zone like to really become something other then that.

Suddenly glass exploded nearby and zombies began to pool out over each other's broken bodies. Olaff took aim though this being the first time he had fired a weapon it just grazed a shoulder. "Oh, um, I was aiming for his head actually…great first shot though right?"

Rosalie held a rifle and as she took aim the bullet pierced the cranial skull punching in deep and sending the zombie backwards. She drew in a deep breath and centered herself before firing again and the zombie friend of that zombie dropped with a long undulating groan. When she slung her rifle onto her shoulder she pulled out a shortblade and placed her back to his so their butts were touching.

"Your shot was off…they will be on us soon. Oh and my father takes me hunting…that is why I miss some of the conventions. Let us see if your blade is your strength." She gives him a flash of a smile before the zombies are on them.

Olaff closes his eyes and as the zombies attack he strikes. His blade is quickly removed from his sheath and the slice cuts through dead tissue slicing off heads like nothing. Blood and stuff goes flying about and Olaff has little time to be disgusted as he is slicing through arms and body parts that will give him waking nightmares for years to come.

The zombies are slow moving but that doesn't make them any less of a threat. One bite is all it takes to become one of them…and he'd rather have a pulse. Rosalie stood against his back and she was cutting through the zombies with her eyes flashing in irritation, her movement felt by him and the same vise versa. However the zombies were becoming too much and his arms were beginning to become heavy from exhaustion.

"Rosalie…we need to seek cover…now!" Olaff could see Rosalie burying herself into the fighting, it seemed almost impossible to reach her. Still he would not let her fall here and grabbing her arm he hauls her from the thick of things and stabs through one zombie then lets it fall before seeing the light.

"Let me go…I can still fight…running away is pointless…" She took a swing at him but he refused to turn away feeling the blade cut his face. It burned like hell but he waited watching as her war torn face turned to grief and regret.

"There is no point in fighting if you are only going to die. We have to choose our battles and retreat when possible. Let us go save Anna and Elsa…and not forget why we are out here." Olaff could taste his own blood and as he and Rosalie walked in silence he wanted to cry. There'd be a nasty scar like with Squall from Final Fantasy 8 but he'd deal. The zombies wouldn't be too far behind them and he needed to rest up.

Authors note: Olaff and Rosalie have made it through the thick of the zombies but there is still some distance to Anna and Elsa. Meanwhile in the next chapter Anna and Elsa get into the full swing of things.