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The next day, the royal family and I were just finishing up breakfast, Kristoff and I had been preparing for the journey up the mountain all morning. As the servants had just cleared the table of the dishes, him and I stood up and made our way to the door. I scratched uncomfortably at my new clothes. It wasn't that they were rough or itchy by themselves, but I had gotten so used to wearing little clothes, mainly on my chest, that it all felt a bit off to me. We grabbed our bags of equipment and headed to the door, followed by Elsa and Anna. Anna started fixing Kristoff's straps on his clothes, making sure that he was ready to go.

"Be sure to be back before dark," she told him. "You know what happens when the wolves come out."

"Yeah alright," he mumbled to her. She gave him a quick smooch as I was heading out the door. I waved to Elsa. The girls grabbed Kristoff once I was far enough away and whispered something to him. At first, he was confused, then his eyes lit up as he looked over to me. What had they told him? I asked myself. Was it my secret? Surely Elsa wouldn't tell them. I was lost in thought when Kristoff lumbered his way over to me.

"Ready to go?" he asked, still walking.

I matched his stride. "Yeah, but where are we going?"

He was headed in a direction that I'd never gone to before. I guess I hadn't explored the grounds much while I was here. Another reason why I shouldn't be staying inside. We came to a stable of sorts, but it wasn't like any other stable that I had seen. This thing was huge, well made, and intricate. The walls were a variety of different colors of paint, and I could've seen a bit of gold added in for decoration at the top, around the chimney. Yup. A stable with a chimney. They must have treated their horses better than the Queen. When I walked in, it wasn't the stereotypical, awful stench of a stable that I had expected. It was clean, sharp, and brisk. The floors were made of white cobblestone, completely washed clean of any speck of dirt. Horses lined the stalls to the side, but I didn't see nor smelled any manure. All of the horses were a brilliant white color. All over, except for their black eyes, was white. At first, I thought it was strange. All of them white, but then I looked closer. These weren't horses at all. They were made of ice and snow, with two coal eyes.

"Strange, isn't it?" Kristoff called over from the other end of the stable. I had stopped in amazement and was still at the entrance to the barn, and he had made his way over to what looked like a reindeer. "I thought it was weird at first too, but then I saw how great these things were. Elsa can animate snow into anything she wants, so we took the real horses out and gave them to villagers that needed them while these guys replaced them." He patted one on the back. "They can take almost unlimited damage in battle, don't get tired, and most importantly," he said, pointing down at the ground. "Don't make a mess."

"Then why are we using a reindeer when we have these guys?" I asked. The reindeer made a kind of moaning sound, like it had heard me and was hurt by it. Kristoff patted it's head softly and whispered some words of comfort to it (or what I thought were words of comfort).

"This is Sven. He's been my friend from before I could remember. And he's faster and stronger than any of these horses." He took a carrot, gave the deer a bite and then bit of some for himself. Ok, thing with the reindeer, that's a little weird. Then again, I'm a demon so I'm not really one to talk.

"Alright, so are we ready to go?"

"Yeah, one second." He lugged out a large, shiny sled and hooked up the reigns to Sven. It was toted out by him, skidded on top of the thin snow. I sat down to Kristoff's right. "Looks like spring's coming soon," I said as we started riding up towards the North Mountain. "What does that do for business?"

"Makes it boom. When the Great Freeze came a few years ago, I was completely out of work. The first time I met Anna was when she was trying to get Elsa back from up there." He pointed up to the peak that we were headed to. He laughed to himself. "The only reason I went with her was to keep me from going broke. Who knew I'd end up marrying her."

The rest of the ride was him telling me of that first adventure with his wife, and how much they had bonded over time. When he recalled it, it reminded me a lot of how Elsa and I were right now, of course we were magical, and our stories were way more dangerous than a crazy prince trying to kill us. At least mine were. Once we were almost to our destination, I saw something in the distance, on the side of the mountain. It looked like a palace made entirely of ice, it's form now disfigured from maybe some summer temperatures that it had been through. I was going to ask Kristoff about it, but when I was about to point it out, it had slipped out of view and thought. We got up to the summit of the mountain, there was a frozen pond, still solid from the frigidness of the altitude. I was glad to be wearing these new clothes now.

As he started grabbing the tools out of the sled, he continued talking about his past. I started feeding Sven a carrot as I listened. He was getting around to where Anna and him were planning the wedding when I heard a high pitched ringing in my ears. I sat down on the floor of the sleigh, my feet on the ice below. I felt light-headed and my vision started to blur. I tried to shake it off, but to no avail.

"You okay?" Kristoff asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine-" I managed to say before I collapsed, forehead cracking on the ice. My vision blurred into black. Just as soon as I blacked out, I was in the same dusty, red landscape as I had been in a few days ago in my dream. This must have been another vision with the Deal Maker in it.

"You are correct, Jeram. I am indeed here." Said the familiar, sinister voice from the clouds of poison that surrounded me.

"Why have you brought me here? It's one thing to summon me while I'm sleeping, but to take me out of my waking moments is completely-"

"Enough! When I need you, I will beckon. I have finally found a purpose for you, my servant. And you will do so or she," An image of Elsa's face appeared in the clouds. "and all of her loved ones, will die by your hand. I can take control fully if I need to, just as I did in the cave. And I do hope that isn't necessary."

I thought rigorously, trying to find any way to rebel against this being. There was no way out. I had no choice. Defeated, I said, "What do you need me to do?"

The voice sounded maniacally happy once I had asked that. "After much thought, I have FINALLY found out the great role that you will fulfill for me!"

"What might that be?"

"My mercenary, my muscle. An assassin. You see, there are, well, certain individuals that stand in my way, and I need them to be eliminated. There's no better use for you than this!" The voice's overjoyed tone made me sick. How could anyone be so glad about death? But there was nothing I could do. It's better for some random person to die rather than Elsa and her whole family.

"Fair enough. Where do I start?"

"Oh, your compliance is most appreciated. For this first job, you'll be going after someone of high prestige and power, but nothing but a mortal. When you wake up, you'll be where you need to be."

And with that, flames burst out of me, not so much burning, but rather like enveloping and suffocating. They crept from just under my waist, all the way up my chest, and eventually, wrapping over my head and face. When they went down again, I was in a dark, cool palace. The floor was an intricately crafted mosaic. I looked outside, the only light coming from a large, pure, full moon. An image appeared before my eyes, most likely put there by the Deal Maker. It was the face of a man. He was brunette, had side burns, and a sharp nose. The Deal Maker's voice popped into my head. Don't mistake him for any of his twelve older brothers. I will guide you.

Suddenly, a trail of shimmering crimson light appeared on the floor before my eyes. I followed it, going up staircases, through hallways. I was careful to dodge guards as they passed me on their normal shifts. My feet were silent as I slipped through the seemingly endless hallways. Then, I came to a large, dark door where the red light had lead to. I placed my hand on the lock, turning it red hot until it melted. I pushed it open.

Inside, there was a moonlit room, a slight breeze blowing in through the open window. The white curtains billowed. The red trail moved towards the bed, where someone slept. It was one of those giant beds, with the posts that go up way higher than they need to, just for curtains. This guy was clearly royalty. I looked at his face, it matched the one I had seen earlier. I unsheathed my knife that hung on my waist, which was more of a shortsword than a knife. I didn't want to do this. But I couldn't not do it. I'd rather have this random man die a painless death instead of Elsa having an early, painful one.

Quickly, I put my hand over his mouth.. I brought my right arm up, blade pointing towards his heart. My hand was shaking with either adrenaline, anger, or fright. Probably all three. Just as I was about to bring down the blade, the man's eyes shot open. Seeing the knife, he pushed me away and rolled to the other side of his bed. I could hear him rummaging around for something. I walked over while I pulled my scarf over my mouth and nose, not wanting him to know who I was. Hopefully the darkness had shielded my identity from him at first glance. He turned around, producing a broadsword, pointed straight at me. He lunged, I parried. He evidently had training in swordplay, a skill that didn't surprise me that he had. Most royals are trained in combat. Too bad I was better.

I sidestepped as he brought his sword down in an arc towards me. I grabbed his wrist with my free hand, then bludgeoned it with the butt of my knife. His sword fell free. I gripped him by the neck and threw him up against the wall.

"Who are you, and why are you trying to kill me?" He whimpered, seeing that he was defeated. I said nothing, only narrowed my eyes at him. I could see the terror in him. They say the eyes are the gateway to the soul, and if that's true, then his was full of fear. I would have been too if it was a few years ago while I was still sponging off of my parents' power. I raised the tip of my blade to his throat now.

I was hesitating, and the Deal Maker knew it, so he made another image flash before my eyes. It was a younger version of this prince, sword raised, with Elsa on the icy ground. He was about to kill her. Anger bubbled up inside of me, which was giving me the push to kill, which was exactly what the Devil wanted. Unfortunately, it worked. I pressed the blade right into the man's jugular, blood trickling down from the gash. I heard him sputter, blood coming from out of his mouth as well. I kept him pinned up against the wall until I saw his pupils roll back into his head. I let him go, his corpse falling to the ground lifelessly. A puddle of vital fluid started to grow on the floor.

I ignited my hands and arms, burning the blood off of them. "Good." I heard the voice say. "A very successful mission. I will reward you with your temporary freedom. I will beckon once I have need for you again."

The flames that had brought me here had returned, cleansing my skin and clothes of all the blood that I had forgotten to burn. When I blinked again, I was sitting in the sled, Kristoff, shaking me awake.

"You okay man? You toppled over a couple minutes ago, and I didn't know what to do. You wanna head back?" He asked, concerned. I sat up, trying to ignore the pain in my head.

"Yeah, I mean no, we don't have to go back, I'm fine." I got out of the sled, virtually unscathed. It was weird that only a couple minutes had passed, and it hadn't even appeared as if I was gone. But then again, I was dealing with the Devil here, and he can basically do anything he wants.

"Alright, whatever you say. Get some saws out of the sled and we can get to work."

The rest of the afternoon was hard, sweaty work. I couldn't believe that Kristoff did this every day. After the sawing, the moving, and the slicing of ice, I don't think that my arms had ever been more tired. We loaded the haul onto the cargo part of the sled while we saw the sun going down in the amber sky. It was so peaceful, I had almost forgotten that I had just killed a man a few hours ago. But that will forever haunt me. I tried justifying it, but I knew that I was only running away from the truth. I got in the sleigh as Kristoff flicked the reins.

I was lost in thought when Kristoff started talking again. "Thanks for coming out today. It was nice to have company that actually talks back." He looked at Sven.

"Yeah, no problem." I replied mindlessly, head still in the clouds. We started heading on the downward slope of the mountain.

"You don't talk much, Jeram."

"Yeah, Elsa said that too. Just kind of quiet I guess."

"You're pretty close to Elsa too. What's going on with you two?"

"What do you mean?"

"I think you know what I mean." He looked over to me, trying to get a fix on who I was, what my secrets were.

"As much as I want to be with Elsa, it's impossible Kristoff. There's just too many complications with me being the prince, and, other things in addition. I would if I could, but it's never going to happen." I told him.

"I see." He said shortly.

"But you can't tell Elsa I said that. I don't even think she knows."

"Oh I'm sure she knows." He said. "But I won't tell her anything."

The rest of the ride was silent, not because we were mad, but I think we just didn't have anything else to say. Darkness started to loom around us as we approached the castle. I had expected everyone to be asleep by now, but every window in the castle was lit up. Carriages lined the yard by the stable as we put up the sled and unloaded the ice. "What's going on?" I asked.

"I don't know." Kristoff said. He was a bad liar, I could tell it in his voice. He was trying to keep something from me. I gripped my staff more tightly, in case they had set something up to catch me, as we walked up to the front door. We were about to unlock it when Anna swung it open, right onto my face.

"Ouch." I said, holding my nose.

"Oh my God! Are you okay? I"m so sorry Jeram!"

I smiled and chuckled. "Yeah, I'm fine. What's going on Anna?"

She flashed a toothy grin as she looked at Kristoff. "You two need to get dressed."

"Why?"

"Why, because of your welcome party of course! Elsa and I set up the whole thing today! We've got a bunch of people in the ballroom who are dying to meet you!"

Great. A party. With royals who will most definitely will want to kill me. Fantastic.