No I haven't forgotten you my awesome readers and thank you so much for the reviews. I'm starting to see a pattern on how to handle Hans. Death is the common vote followed by a good 'thrashing'. But I cannot yet, (sadly) so I'm away from him this chapter, otherwise I might just kill him (in ways that you can only imagine). This one is a little all over the place so bear with me. Also some blood/guts/deaths here too. Enjoy.


Where the Snow Falls...So Shall They

She felt it before she saw it and the thought always made her grin. Dawn was moments away and the fool thought they held the advantage, attacking in the time between darkness and light. What those men didn't realise that Elsa needn't light nor spies to tell her anything. Her element did. Every crystallite that froze to a surface, every flake stacked together on the earth, all of it she could feel; she could see. The pairs of guards walking down the main square before the shift change, the early miner's leaving their homes for the woods and even the so called rebels marching their way towards her castle.

The Royal bedchambers were shadowed from the small glowing crystals hovering around the four poster bed. Piles of cushions, sheets and furs tangled together around its lone occupant as she slept, the light snore indicating she was dreaming happily. Elsa watched the freckle skinned beauty from her regal chair by the window, stunning blue eyes the only thing giving away her position.

Her gaze travel slowly over the blemish free tan skin, shoulder to arm then the hand clutching tightly to the pillow her head rested on, Elsa felt the chair crackle with expanding ice. Her anger was far from sated after their night's rigorous activities and one look to that bound appendage nearly had her building a storm over their serene landscape. The smell of blood was familiar to the Snow Queen, she had seen it many times, been the cause of it even more but she would freeze hell over endless times before she left that sacred crimson liquid spill from Anna's veins ever again. The younger girl was her core, she was the centre of her vision and while she was distant, cold and harsh like winter itself, Anna would bear the blizzard storm to remain at her side.

The tiniest hint of pink came over her shoulder from the east. Annoyance filled her eyes as the sky began to change in welcoming the new day. Elsa didn't want the night to end, she cared little for the battle that was coming but rather she didn't want Anna to awaken. She liked the silence and she watching the girl dream in grins and mumbles. Movement snapped her out of her thoughts as Anna rolled over onto her back, the sheets strained over her torso; her flat stomach and soft breasts outlined beautifully. Pale pink lips smirked. Taking the few steps back across to the large bed her robe dispersed into wisps leaving her bare the day she was born. The tips of her fingers traced a line from the silk sheets up over the valley to the pulse of Anna's neck; there she placed a hot kiss which earned her a rather throaty moan. Naturally because of her winter magic, her body temperature was below normal and anyone who touched her would think she'd already dead. Not Anna.

The younger woman preened at her touch and almost demanded it with such urgency Elsa would've thought the girl mad for wanting such an end. Anna had been her possession for nearly as long as she'd been locked away in Arendelle. Elsa discovered the red-blonde girl's reaction was different from the norm when she clutched the pale hand of the Queen, her eyes in awe and her smile widened as words fell from her lips. 'You're so cool, that's amazing'. It awoke something in the icy heart and Elsa held her close ever since. The girl was fire to her ice. She was heat to her chill. Everything that Elsa wanted was in this girl and she would be damned to the fiery pits of hell and back before she let anyone take what was hers. Seeing those wraps tightly around the wounded hand had her insides raging more than any blizzard she could conjure, she was livid, boiling and wanted blood to flow. But in some light she was thankful Anna was such a soft soul being, her anger could be sated by this girl and her revenge belayed. For now.

Savouring the taste of the salty skin, Elsa made her way up slowly to the girl's brow then to the fiery locks. She almost treasured those strands like her own; delicate, soft and bright. If she had her way they would never be tied in woven braids to keep out of the freckled face but Anna needed her work and Elsa refused to let her cut a single strand any shorter. Like the rest of her, those locks belonged to the Queen. A groan warned the blonde of movement beneath her, Anna was having a dream. A very satisfying dream if the sounds were any indication. The monarch touched soft lips lightly before placing her own satisfying smile worthy kiss upon them. The response came with a lengthy moan and two warm arms sliding over her waist. Sleeping beauty had awoken.

"It's early Elsa…why…?" Anna was too tired to open her eyes and still half asleep by her husky unclear voice so she allowed cool fingers to tilt her head aside making wake for the attack on her throat. Anna released another deep moan of approval.

"You will wake if I say it Anna. Do not complain" she was bound to leave teeth marks but Elsa didn't care.

"But you never told me to wake up so I'm allowed to whine about it" pearly whites appeared in a smirk at her own sneakiness. A bite to her shoulder was the justified response.

"You will not whine now Anna. Besides I thought you'd love to see your work be put to the test. It is after all the moment we've been waiting for" Elsa removed herself from the younger girl to straddle her hips before brushing blonde hair out of her eyes. She'd have Anna redo her braid later that morning.

"What moment? I was enjoying the one we were just having…I have to get up don't I?" she rubbed her still closed eyes to try and wake herself up from the rather delicious dream. Pale skin and glowing irises were the first thing Anna gazed upon, making her grin. A blonde eye-brow lifted before its owner wiped the grin away with a well-placed nail graze earning a soft groan in the process. Feeling better about her control Elsa removed herself from the bed and her love to return to the window, she could hear Anna reluctantly doing the same.

Anna was never one to care about modesty until she met the Queen. She grew up not thinking so much about her attire or appearance after working with animals all day, but now every time she removed herself from the sheets she'd rather have something else covering her freckle spotted body so she wouldn't compare it to Elsa's. This lead the Queen to routinely cover the trainer in a robe of pale blue with a flick of a finger, herself she had no shame over. Bare the day she was born. The dawn was now a mix of pinks and orange as the sun slowly peaked its way over the horizon but eyes were not on the wonderful vision. It was upon the far banks of the fjord and the edge of the city walls. The forest was dead silent, all life vanished with the morning sun but Elsa knew better. Within those trees were men, angry men with weapons, pride and boiling blood wanting one thing; hers. She felt a shiver from the trainer.
"I know I'm not the one to feel the cold so much but it's way too early for this Elsa. What am I meant to be looking at?" teal eyes were squeezing in focus to see through the outside darkness. The Queen smirked.

"The show will begin shortly Anna. Have a little patience as I'm to give a nice gift to those poor men" Anna watched in sleepy confusion as the sorceress moved her hands like weaving a delicate pattern in the air. The glow of her magic illuminating their faces but nothing appeared. Elsa directed her attention to the waters where teal eyes found the answer of what was happening. The young trainer gasped.


Kristoff actually chuckled when he saw the familiar magic take form and dance its way over the water. He had to admit its wielder was quite creative in the arts of battle.

"Why not just invite them in for some tea Elsa? I'm sure they'll love it, ae Sven?" his dark humour brushed aside by a heavy snort from the massive furred animal beside him. The large reindeer was built with powerful legs and a set of antlers that were sharpened to perfection, his soggy dark brown coat shaggy from the years of training and battles. Sven was edgy; he pawed at the ground with his hooves as Kristoff placed the saddle upon his back.

"Easy there bud. We don't want to give away our hand so early. Her orders were to wait for them on the ice before we can have our fun. After all, there is no sight better than ice stained red, ae boy?" he chuckled again following his partners overzealous call in agreement. The sky was awakening quickly causing the head guard to make the rounds. The animals set and the men wielding their finest, he gave the nod for a handful of his men to take out to the ice and call those pitiful scoundrels to arms. This would be a bloodbath before the sun had taken to the clouds and he was going to enjoy it.

"Let's see how they do on a field of ice with nowhere to run" mounted up he collected his few remaining men on the way out of the stables. Elsa had given him clear instructions on what she wanted; the rest he could to do as he pleased. This left Kristoff with a very open battle plan, a wise word from his followers gave him an excellent idea.

"Are they ready for this sir? I don't doubt your own but the others, they might not listen to the calls" his right hand man was by the gate, ready to begin. His words were true to a degree.

"Even if they won't, they'll follow the others. It's in their nature to move as one, if one listens they all will. Now let them out. We have a fight to win"


Breath became mist as a mass of bodies heaved their weighed steps through the snow. The dark trees thinned out till it gave way to waters of Arendelle. They were on the far side of the castle but just a quick dash round from the outer buildings that made up the store houses. Most thought them mad for attacking a city that held not only the castle but a powerful sorceress. She was no monarch and she was no ruler to them. Their plans were simple. Attack the townsfolk to draw out the guards and then a squad of men could make their way over the castle walls to infiltrate. That woman would be dead before midday.

However, plans always tend to fail. Before they broke the treeline a massive crack echoed over the water halting their advance. A silver mist began to build at the castle's structure before flying out in all directions; its wake everything was frozen. The men braced themselves for impact but it only left a powerful blast before vanishing, their passage now a clean plane of ice from their trees to the castle. The Queen was mocking them. She was almost inviting them to her castle.

The horde was uneasy about the silence that followed. They were trained to handle all kinds of battle situations but when your enemy rolls out a bridge for you, you become very suspicious. A tall beefy man with short dark hair and hollow eyes stepped onto the ice to test his fears. Thorak would never lead his men into such an obvious trap, his years as the Captain trained him so but some things you have to do to move forward; the risk was worth it in his eyes. Lifting his weapon and shouting the charge his cloaked followers repeated the cry and took to the ice. Thorak didn't feel the cold seeping into his boots or the weight of his heavy armour. The only thing he concentrated on was the walls of the castle and the possible onslaught of arrows that could shower then at any moment. But they didn't come. Instead he saw the side doors of the castle open and guards charging out with their spears at the ready. He chuckled. 'Fools. They think they can take on my army of soldiers with pitiful numbers?'

"Crush them all!" he yelled over the heavy footfalls and grunts of his men. The guards charged as soon as they came upon the frozen battlefield, spreading themselves thin into a line. Thorak witnessed his men become eager as they drew in closer to the castle but he soon realised his mistake. The ice began to shake and crack under the thundering sounds of hundreds of feet that were coming from the castle. He watched in horror as a stampede of angry reindeer charged round the frozen fjord from the far side and straight towards his men.

"They're a distraction! Brace for impact! Kill them!" he tried to call out over the thunder. Soldiers noticed the charge and prepared themselves for the attack.

Thorak saw a man riding at the head of the brigade and the ex-military leader growled in anger. He wanted that man's head after witnessing the odd calls he gave to his men and watched as other riders lead off animals in another direction. They had trained the beasts to commands and were using it to trap his men in an endless circle of death. Unsheathing his second sword he sliced his way through the first animal to try and charge him. Breaking the leg of another as he dodged sharp bone and the mass of heavy bodies, Thorak saw his men killed off like ants. It became a slaughter. The soldiers weren't prepared for the raging animals. Most were being trampled to death while others couldn't stop the horns penetrating their bodies; blood curling screams came over the battle as soldier after soldier was clobbered without mercy. Their leader managed to kill another reindeer quickly before it caught him, pulling his sword from its neck he saw his foe; Kristoff. Clenching his teeth he charged the mounted man with fire in his eyes.

Kristoff was grinning from the moment he mounted his reindeer. The call sounded and his herd followed him into the fray. Several of his best men lead smaller numbers of the animals off to surround and confuse the enemy. He wasn't surprised to see many of the first line taken down with sword strikes or well-placed spears but soon the men were falling back in terror. They may be able to take down a handful of his obedient animals but they couldn't stop the ones following. He watched with glee as guts were opened, bodies crushed and limbs went flying. He laughed when he saw one of his larger beasts throw an impaled body over his head. Sometimes he wondered how he became so bloodthirsty but right then he didn't care. He was enjoying it too much. The cry of a dying deer caught his attention to his left, a man in blood soaked armour retreated his sword from its latest victim to glare at him.

"So you're the leader of this pathetic 'army'? Let's see how you really fight" he spoke as the man ran at him, swords ready to strike. Sven didn't even flinch as the steel connected with bone and the two locked in place. Kristoff caught the second sword with the head of his pickaxe and the two started their struggle of strength.

"Tell me; are you really that suicidal to send your troops onto the ice when the Queen can drown then without a second thought? Do you want her head that much you fall for every trick?" he could see his words getting into the soldier's mind slowly, tearing apart his conscious and turning him into a mass of pure uncontrollable rage. Screaming at the blonde, Thorak kicked Sven in the side of the head to send both reindeer and master to the ground. He attacked with a wide downwards swing but again it hit steel as a strong axe blocked its course.

"You'll have to try harder than that to kill me" Kristoff swung his free hand about connecting the butt of his weapon to the soldier's helm, clearing some distance between them allowing him time to return to his feet and check to see if Sven was ok. A glance of the beast charging another soldier made him smirk. Sven was as stubborn as a rock these days. The guard twirled his wrists to get the feel of his weapons once more before giving his foe a smug little grin to edge him on. It worked. Swords were swinging at him like a crazed windmill, aiming for a shoulder or his chest. Thorak moved with swiftness that came from years of hard training and endurance. If Kristoff hadn't spent his own youth chasing after animals and learning to read body language he might've lost his head right then with jab from below. But a well-placed axe saved his life and neck.

"Your men are dying rapidly and soon you will be all that's left standing on the blood of your fallen. How would you feel then ex-captain?" the two had locked in another power struggle after each lost a weapon to the bombardment of attacks. Cries were still echoing through the fjord as swords cut through flesh and bones shattered under immense weight. The soldier's still alive to cry out in unmeasurable pain were left to the final strikes of the mounted guards.

"You think I'm stupid enough to bring in my entire army here? I saw the signs but I chose to ignore them to get to the castle. But if I can't then my men will!" he let himself fall away, losing the struggle and position to collect his lost sword. He timed it well as a comrade went in for the kill at the blonde's back but what he didn't see the man's keen reflexes. Kristoff heard the crack before he heard the cry. Crouching down, he twisted on his left foot to sweep himself under the man's left side and out of harm's way. Grabbing the collar, Kristoff pulled the assailant off balance before plunging his pick into his heart. Gasping and chocking the guard let go, allowing death take him slowly as blood filled his lungs. But now, Kristoff was without a weapon against an opponent with two very capable swords. So goes war.

"You should've spent more time training then answering to that bitch's every command. You'll die by my sword, and then I will kill that bitch by slitting her throat!" Thorak stepped forward to swing down followed by a wide arc of his other sword. Kristoff barely dodged both before charging into the man's side sending them both to the ground. It turned into a scuffle as the weapons were dropped and punches connected. The blonde could easily take a hit and keep going but a gash in his side was making him slower after the last attack. Thorak shoved him aside to quickly grab hold of the nearest sword leaving his back unprotected and open to the lunging dagger. He had never felt such burning pain in his life, muscles ripped, bone broke and his life essence oozing away with every slow beat. The crunch of steps made him look up with murder to the one who had literally stabbed him in the back. Kristoff grinned before spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Only knights fight with honour oh great leader. Me? I tend to fight to win. Whatever the means. A handy knife in my boot was the way this time" collecting the sword just out of reach he turning it over inspecting the blade.

"Do it. Show them who you really are. Kill a man as he lies here waiting for death" his breath was shallow and the cold was settling in slowly but Thorak held his gaze firm.

"After I have your head today, your men will retreat to the mountains and your little 'quest' would be lost. Revenge is served cold captain, and no one knows that better than my Queen" Kristoff swung the sword down with velocity and blood splattered over the ice.


"You didn't have to send them all out there Elsa. Some of those deer weren't even trained well. Poor souls" Anna was wrapped up in the sheets once again only this time she lay atop her lover who was reclined against a mountain of cushions.

"They were bred for that purpose Anna. Or have you forgotten your roll in my kingdom, Royal Trainer?" Elsa said before sinking her teeth into a deliciously juicy strawberry. Only the freshest were sent to her and the servant didn't displease, at first light their morning meal arrived; an assortment of fruits, meats, cheese and a side for Anna's sweet tooth; chocolate.

"Don't misunderstand me, I'm happy my lot didn't go but, I'm just saying they didn't all need to be sent out there. The men will have trouble rounding them up later, maybe I should help them…" she groaned as she savoured the bite sized chocolate piece. "…or I can just stay here. God these are so good" she stole another before taking a berry herself. "You have to have excellent eyes to see all the way down there. I couldn't see anything after you frosted the glass but I assumed something happened if you had to send that many"

"Do not concern yourself over it Anna. It has been dealt with by that very helpful cousin of yours. Kristoff will settle the little dispute and be back in time for the midday meal" Anna grinned up at the blonde.

"Can I have chocolate then too? Please?" Elsa stroked the girl's cheek softly before bringing her in for a passionate kiss.

"You must earn that privilege, my love"


And another chapter done. Liked? Didn't like? Let me know about it (nicely please) as all reviews are appreciated. I know after my last attempt this 'fighting' stuff I'm not holding much hope for the 'likes' here but I hope you guys still enjoyed the chapter. Again I'll get the next chapter up soon as possible. Hopefully things are settling down for me so I can refocus on my writing. I have other things to update besides this one. My HP readers are getting impatient.