A/N: I didn't want to leave this for as log as I did last time but I am genuinely struggling- I know where I want the story to go, what I want to happen but I'm finding it difficult to build the bridges that will take you to the end. I will update as often as possible but bear with me, I'll get there. Sorry this one is short but it has something good in, have fun guys.

!I Don't Own Frozen!


"What do you mean they haven't returned?!" Ulrich growled making the young Royal Messenger flinch.

"I'm sorry your Majesty, I...that's all the sailors at the docks told me. They said the boat should have been back a few days ago but there is no sign of them. They didn't say- I wasn't give any other information." He replied, trembling at the anger rising in Ulrich's face.

"I see, tell them I want a search boat sent out." Ulrich said forcing himself to calm down. "Then I want another push forward, triple the men, triple the boats. I will kill her, it is predestined. The Gods wish that she dies by my hand."

"Yes, your Majesty." The Messenger bowed and turned towards the large mahogany doors.

"Now!" Ulrich yelled. The messenger boy jumped with fright then set off at running speed.


Anna lay beside Kristoff in their chambers, she couldn't sleep. Kristoff had already stayed up late with her, he had fallen asleep about five minutes into their baby naming conversation so she felt it rude to wake him. She stood up and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders. She needed to go for a walk, even if was only up and down the corridor a few times. With as much grace as she could, she made her way to the door and closed it behind her as quietly as possible.

In the corridor she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew it was still a long way off but she was excited and nervous to be bringing a child into the world. Funnily enough, Anna had never imagined it would turn out this way. Married to an ice harvester not a Prince. It might be weird to other people but, to her, nothing else would feel right, she loved him so. So much so that she hadn't told anyone their biggest secret, only she and Kristoff knew. She had been carrying this baby for longer than anyone else knew. Two months before the wedding, Elsa had gone away to talk trade and proposals with one of their neighbouring kingdoms. Anna had asked Kristoff to come over the night after Elsa left, it was lonely without her, even lonelier than before The Great Thaw. At least she knew Elsa was in her room before, now she wasn't even in the castle, or in Arendelle. Things took a turn and one thing led to another, as they do, and voilĂ ...baby in her belly. She hadn't told Elsa for fear of her sister's reaction and now it seemed Elsa had her own baby problems to worry about. The Royal Physician had told her just last week that she was pregnant. There was no other culprit, it had to be Tomas' child she was carrying. Anna knew she was devastated, she had tried to comfort her but she felt like Elsa was drifting away into denial.

There was another letter, Elsa told her, it just said that they would be back, about half a dozen sentences, but his point was crystal clear:

I know you sit, content in your castle, thinking you have won but mark my words witch, we will be back. We will kill every soul in Arendelle if that is what it takes to rid the kingdom of your rule. You are nothing but a monster, a vile stain in Arendelle's bloodline, a black smudge of ink across a perfectly scribed page, spreading, bleeding through the pages, ruining the entire book.

I am telling you now Ice Witch, that was just the beginning, you had your chance to come quietly. I will kill you.

Elsa may not have said much after reading but Anna could tell she was shaken, this guy was crazy. She didn't know what was coming but she knew it was going to test Elsa's strength as both a ruler and a person.

Anna knew that Ulrich's men would be back soon. The attack last week was just the beginning. Bjorn had told her that the men would get bigger and better, faster and fitter. He had assured Elsa and herself that he would do all he could to ready his men for any upcoming attacks on both land and water. She knew Kristoff worried; The Southern Isles attacking had been a fear of his since The Great Thaw. These attacks had only exacerbated his night terrors. He was having them every night and Anna herself had begun to fret. Both Elsa and Kristoff were incredibly emotionally stressed by the thought of the Southern Isles coming back. Anna was too but she tried not to think about it too much, sometimes her imagination would run away and she didn't like where it took her, she thought up all sorts of terrible things but she had to push it to the back of her mind, she had to remain confident that her sister and the Captain were going to save them. She tried to remain optimistic as always but she had a foreboding feeling of fear and sadness, like she knew something bad was going to happen just not what or when.


It had been too long, Elsa wasn't going to come to her senses and release him. He said he loved her, he showed her he loved her, he didn't know what else he could have done. So instead he sat on the cold floor, staring out of a tiny window. He wondered if he could ever break out of here. He could if he could get hold of the key to his cell. But there was only one key and that was handed over to the next guard at every watch. Alone he could never do it but if he had a distraction maybe he could pull it off. Not yet though, the guards were still on high alert due to the new prisoners from the Southern Isles attack. Soon. He told himself.


Alone. She sat alone. Well that was a lie, if one was being particularly cruel they would remind her that in fact she was not alone. She was in the company of another. One that she wished away but to do such a thing was a sin and she did not want to sin any more than she already had. Deep inside she ached to be rid of this thing inside of her but there was no cure.

Sometimes she could have sworn someone was whispering, a faint voice on the wind. She stood and walked over to the balcony doors. The moon in the sky. The whisper on the wind. The pain in her chest. Her hand on the glass. Cold. Quiet. Cruel. She let it spread from her hand across the pane, diverging into a multitude of icy paths. Under her own snow, she stared out into the night and she wept.


A/N: So, I am sorry it's a shortie but I've yet to work out how I'm going to make this storyline progress the way I want it to. Hope you enjoyed this little chappie, I will have another up soon, thanks for reading guys, much appreciated. Reviews are also appreciated, any feedback is great, I look forward to any comments you guys have and hope you will share your opinion on this story thus far.

-Fly :p