"Are you sure it was not him? Captain Hjalmar said he caught him red-handed. Literally." Elsa asked her servant, a portly yet muscular man. He was going over the facts with her earlier, and they concluded that, considering the circumstances, the person in chains beside her couldn't have been the priest's killer. However, that didn't mean he was off the hook; it was clear that he DID commit a murder.

"Yes, My Queen. When he was found, the prisoner was covered in too much blood to have come from the priest. There's also the timing; witnesses reported having seen the prisoner arriving just as the wedding started, and the priest had been dead long before that. But, I believe, the greatest evidence for him is… the body has gone missing."

"WHAT?!" Elsa glared wide-eyed at the servant who was trying not to look as terrified as he was. "What do you mean the body is missing?"

"W-well, My Queen, when I asked the guards to fetch the body to give it a burial, they claimed that it wasn't there anymore. When I checked to see for myself, I couldn't find any sign that he had been there at all." Now he was fidgeting, trying to maintain his composure under these abnormal circumstances.

'What could that possibly mean?' Elsa thought to herself, pacing back and forth, head down. 'Is the assassin trying to send a message? And if so, what is it?' She stopped moving and looked at Anna for a moment. She usually wasn't around when Elsa was dealing with things of this nature, but she felt like she didn't have a choice; it was either this, or have Anna sent away to be with Lord Kristoff.

She then turned to face the prisoner, whose hard eyes looked out of place in his soft face. He seemed relaxed, perhaps thinking he was going to get away with whomever he killed. He was a tall, broad man with light skin covered in dark freckles, with dark red hair that went out in all directions. His voice was not as deep as she was expecting from a man of his stature, but deep nonetheless. Worst of all, she couldn't get a read on his emotions, even with all of her experience dealing with diplomats and representatives. He always looked like he had something to say, but kept silent.

Anna broke the silence between royalty and prisoner with a brief cough. She spotted Olaf peeking into the room out of the corner of her eye, and he didn't look so good. Even with the cool air that Elsa enjoyed so much, preventing Olaf from melting every time he went inside, it was still warm enough that Olaf couldn't stay frozen.

As Elsa was discussing something with Frederick, Anna debated bringing this… trial thing to a close to bring attention to Olaf's needs. Olaf squeezed through the partially open doorway, due to his half-melted body, each squishy step he took gripping her heart more and more. After he fell down, Anna couldn't take it anymore.

"Elsa!" Anna shouted, successfully getting her attention turned towards Olaf. She took long strides towards Olaf's sloshy snow pile, his stick arm waving from seeing Elsa. With a wave of her hand, Olaf was twirled up and around, back into his original snowman form, with a cloud of snow falling on him, keeping him cold.

Curious, she glanced at the prisoner and saw him stare wide-eyed at what Elsa had just accomplished, apparently never suspecting that the Queen, who had an ice dress on, had control over ice and snow. It was more than surprise, however. That was an easy emotion to see, but there was something else in his eyes…

"Thanks Elsa! It must have gotten warmer than I thought. I didn't want to say anything and interrupt your secret meeting!" Olaf chuckled, covering his mouth as if he was blushing. "So, whatcha guys talking about, huh? Can I know, oh please please please, I can keep a secret Elsa!"

Elsa couldn't help but smirk from Olaf's childish antics. "Now Olaf, what did I tell you earlier? Hmm?" Olaf folded his stick arms across each other, and put one in his mouth to chew on while he thought.

"Uhhhhh… That you had serious business toda- Oh, OH! I'm sorry Elsa, haha, I'm just gonna skedadle then. Thanks for the flurry!" Olaf jumped up, separating his body parts, then plopped back down facing the other direction, and waddled out of the door.

"Wow, that's extremely creepy."

Elsa turned to face the prisoner, who was staring wide-eyed where Olaf left. How dare he say such a thing! Is he oblivious to the fact that he's practically family to her? What was creepy about taking care of people, or snowmen, she cared about? She wanted to say something, to curse him out even, when there was a knock at the door.

A guard came through the door, and he looked upset, frightened even. He was covered in black soot, from head to toe.

"My Queen, one of the local taverns caught fire, and burned to the ground!" He spoke in short pants.

"What? How did this happen? Answer me!" Great, just what she needed, more problems to deal with. Assassins, murderers, arsonists, she just wanted them done and over with so she could get back to... feeling sorry for herself? Wishing that Anna hadn't married Kristoff? Dealing with her emotional baggage? At least she could take her frustration out through execution.

"The witnesses said that it just... burst into flames, and the whole building collapsed. No one was hurt, thank the gods, but..." He had to catch his breath before speaking again. When he was ready, he pointed at the prisoner, anger in his eyes.

"It was the same tavern we caught him at."