He rushed along the corridors, itching to get out of Arendelle as soon as possible. His time is short, the dead guards would soon be found and everyone will soon piece two and two together. Better to leave before mass panic erupts.
In the guards-room, amidst his drugged, sleeping former comrades, he swiftly and silently packed all his worldly belongings. Also, he deftly wrote a short letter to his employer, tied it to his raven's leg, let it flew through the windows and disappear into the night, black feathers against dark skies. He noticed a few white rats looking at him, and he angrily shooed them away, lest they wake up everyone with their chattering and creeping sounds.
Now with his bags equipment and a few golden trinkets that he refused to leave without snatching, he was ready to leave. Racing along the empty and darken court yards, only pausing for a look at the slowly lightening skies, he leaped into a fountain, and roughly removed a tile from the bottom, revealing a long, dark tunnel. He jumped inside and placed the tile back on the fountain. Then, through the royal sewers and, foot steps patting on the wet bank,he left the castle
But unknown to him, in his multiple bags, a small family of white rats nested.
Their eyes glinted blue.
Kristoff-
He rubbed his eyes and yawned, standing up and stretching from the bed of leaves and twigs he made himself. His eyes fuzzily looked around, his unconscious survival instinct had been taking in everything. Food? Check. Shelter? Check. Bags? Check. Sven? Check. Himself? Aside from a small itch that he can't seem to soothe out, check.
Sven was awake before Kristoff was, and had been steadily munching away at some berries along the road. If he is eating, it meant all is well.
Kristoff glanced at the sky, and by judging the sun's position above the horizon it was just barely nine in the morning.
He went over to a sack by his leaves bed, grabbed a carrot from it and started chewing it raw. Well, breakfast's settled. Oh yeah, one more thing...
He also went behind a convenient bush and relieved himself. Ohh that felt a lot better.
While doing so, he can't help but to wonder what, who and why is he actually going out to some where far, far away. Really, the General hadn't exactly provide much information about this trip. All but 'be polite', 'go to there', 'beware that cliff' and 'this is called learning, not holiday'. Personally, he couldn't see the difference.
Seriously, he hadn't got a clue about this trip.
But then whatever.
He swiftly packed his 'camp', and mounted a bored looking Sven. They trotted back to the road, and continued their trip to middle of nowhere.
Anna-
Is this only the third day? Unbelievable! Anna thought as she read the note the ranger once again so cleverly hidden without her knowledge. Climbing trees again? Anna groaned.
She looked up at the big mighty tree, the trunk reaching high up, gnarled and completely devoid of branches, and the tree house atop. Still impossible. Probably going to be that way forever.
Well, she will never manage it if she never tried it, right?
Before setting to her task, she glanced at her camp again, making sure nothing's amiss. Last time she didn't do it, she had actually ignored an entire armadillo carrying her bag away. Right now, she could really see the benefits of having to live so high up. Now roaming ground predators... No armadillos... Or skunks either... A good view to see everywhere you want to go...
The list had rapidly multiplied to twenty something, and Anna gave up on trying to remember them.
Oh never mind. She fixed her sights on the tree, the patterns, the indents, places where the vines can be used as footholds. Taking a deep breath, she flung her self as high as possible at the tree, clinging onto it.
Half a meter from the ground.
Jumping on trees is a really bad idea! It is terribly impractical! She slammed her elbow onto the unrelenting bark, causing a flash of pain that she almost fell off.
Gritting her teethes and steeling her nerves, she began her ascent. Each grip by each grip, she struggled to climb up. More than once, she had almost slipped off the tree, her fingers and muscles screaming and aching in protest.
After a seemingly endless amount of time, she dimly heard a voice calling up from below, "Well, at least that's some improvement."
That voice. That insufferable ranger's voice, as dry and sardonic as ever. So now he decided to show up, after leaving her alone in the forest for the entire day, staving and robbed by an armadillo! Without looking down, she yelled back at him,"Well, gee! That's so encouraging."
"It was not meant to be," his voice called back up at her, "But I am glad you took it that way! Also, I would advise you from grabbing that particular hole- oh never mind.
"What hole-" Anna looked back to her hands, one firmly planted in tree hole, "Umm.. why not?" In the hole, she can only feel dry leaves, twigs and things that couldn't possibly get her dirtier than she already is.
"That, would be because of things that lives inside it,"
Upon hearing those words, Anna immediately felt something moving-
And a small, green snake's head poked out of the hole, resting on her hand, unblinking eyes staring up at her.
And it promptly made a lunge for her face.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed, and fell backward off the tree, her hands barely holding the snake away from her.
Elsa-
Well, once again the country is in uproar. But who could blame them? Two assassinations in three days, and both of them had apparently got very close to success.
Elsa was buried in millions of questions, protocols, decisions. How to track the assassin, find out who employed his service, sending messages to every other Kings and Queens out there, deal with all the panic. Not to mention while doing all the daily court business.
Who knew that being a queen could be that hard? Just being the head of an empire was enough to have multiple prices on your head. Or along with the fact that she is magical or simply she is a lonely Queen without a suitor, successor, heir, or a sister that can sucks at ruling the country.
Right after the snow rats Elsa made had made sure that the assassin is out of the castle, she immediately notified all the guards, all the generals and other important peoples. Plus clearing the fake blood in her room
She deeply regretted that once again another guard had lost his life in her service, that he was powerless to do anything, and was killed just because he happened to be the one patrolling.
The assassin had been quickly identified, proving that he had killed and took the place of a lone man that had signed up for guard duty from the middle of nowhere. Apparently, he had spent several months working into the castle, gaining trust from everyone.
Over the conference table, within the Council curses were thrown at each other, guard-masters at each other's throat, the yelling and arguments go more and more heated by the second. Paper works started flying everywhere, debates turned to senseless swearing, Masters of Coins bellowing at the Master of Intelligence for his inability, the General yelling at the guard-masters for not properly training guards and keeping an eye on them
The only ones that were not acting like total barbarians were Elsa, Kai and Robert, though the first and latter were quickly developing a headache, face pale and angry. Kai, noticing their discomfort and obvious dislike of every one in the Council, had smile and them, gesturing to them leave this business to him.
"No worry my Queen, I can deal with these idiots myself," he said grimly at them, which they had gladly accepted.
Now out of the Conference Chamber, at eight in the morning, the pair had stalked of for breakfast. On the way to the dining hall, they met the original guard-master that had suggested Elsa to take up training. After a brief salute to Elsa, they exchanged a brief, tired and wary smile at each other, knowing full well that if wasn't for him, Elsa would be long dead.
Over the breakfast table, eating simple yet somewhat extravagant honeyed porridge in milk, they finally had a moment to themselves.
"So, now will you tell me what did you actually do?" Robert asked, "How did you fool him?"
"Well, as you know, that night I was suppose to practice 'Freezing' the sword play in my mind, right? Well I got a bit off track, and instead I started making living snow mans."
"...Okay. So, how's that related?"
"So, I made a snow Anna, and she looked the same as the real one! Even skin seemed human! And that is weird enough."
"Wait, so you are- Whoa, don't tell me that you made a snow copy of yourself?"
"Exactly," Elsa smiled slightly, in spite of the grim topic of her near death.
"That actually worked?" Robert gaped at her, amazed.
"Like a charm. And the weirdest thing is, I can totally control the snow replica. Everything. It's even weirder seeing yourself stabbed and bleeding, and actually feeling it, watching from inside a closet!"
"You can... Feel being stabbed?"
"Well, yes. But the thing it's not painful, which is also weird. You can feel it penetrated, yet it does not cause pain. I just can't explain it." Unconsciously, she shivered. That feeling, though not painful but queer and unnatural. Not altogether welcomed.
"Ah well."
"Well?"
"Your highness, I sincerely suggest us to get some sleep," he smiled slightly," I bet I look equally awful, too."
Well, I think that I had let you lovely readers chowing about on the cliffy I wrote for you long enough. :D So, as one of the readers predicted, yes, Snow Elsa!
Really, the possibility of Elsa is near endless, and surprisingly a lot of other stories I read most of them Elsa doesn't even get to truly use her magic.
If you like it, please review and 'follow'. This story would probably go on for a long time. Updates is going to be slow, for I am having quite a bit of trouble with the computer. But what ever! :)
