Chapter 8 – The Wolf Chase

Anna was shaking Fredrik 's shoulder, hoping wake Fredrik up from his quiet rest, quickly. Fredrik soon slowly started to wake up, while still drowsy and a bit upset for ruining his dream with Elsa. "Anna… what is it?" Fredrik yawned, looking up at Anna, holding a torch.

"Wolves!" Anna said. "Wolves!?" He asked, snapping out of his sleepy daze. He soon saw glowing eyes in the darkness all around them, as a pack of wolves were chasing the sled… and to see Kristoff being dragged while holding to a rope behind the sled as two wolves were biting his legs.

"Okay… okay, don't worry I got this." Fredrik said, figuring out the situation. He then grabbed his bag to soon pull out his trusty sword, in case of an attack… must to Anna's surprise. "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, wait a minute, you're sure you know how to use that?" she asked with great concern.

"Anna, don't worry I can handle this." He said rather boldly. A wolf than jumped onto the sled and as Fredrik lightly swings his sword, causing the wolf to jump off the sled.

The snow on the wooden handle caused his sword to slip of his gloved fingers… and nearly impaled Kristoff as it strikes the snow. Kristoff looked at him in dismay. "You almost impaled me!" he shouted.

Much to Fredrik 's embarrassment, "Oops, Sorry about…" Fredrik 's apology was then interrupted… for the black wolf lunged onto the sled and onto Greg.

"Fredrik!" Anna cried. The wolf was about to take a huge bite on Greg's Head… But he soon managed to hold off to the beast's jaws with his gloved hands. "Bad dog, bad dog, bad dog!" Greg shouted.

Anna took the torch and lit the sled on fire. "Duck!" she shouted, as she threw the flaming blanket at the wolf pushing it off the sled, slightly cover in flames. The flaming blanket soon flew towards Kristoff as the rest of the wolves tumbled off him.

"Are you alright?" Anna asked Fredrik with care. "Yeah, thank you." Fredrik replied. "Great, come on." She said with a smile, for Anna and Fredrik then reached out the rope to pull Kristoff back onto the sled. "You, almost set me on fire!" he shouted.

"But I didn't." Anna replied. Sven suddenly whinnied. Ahead of him was steep drop into a massive gorge. "Think we could make it?" Fredrik asked nervously.

"Not unless one of us jumped the sled off now… there's an old bridge we couldn't get to, just over those hills." Kristoff answered, pointing to the bridge's direction on his left. Greg then decided to a bold and stupid decision.

Fredrik then turned to Anna. "Anna, please tell Elsa I'll a little bit." he asked her. "What do you mean?" Anna asked confusedly, as he gave her a quick heartfelt hug, Fredrik held his bag, very tight, and leaped off the sled and started rolling down the snow.

Anna and Krirtoff watched Fredrik 's sacrifice to insure their own safety. " Fredrik, NO!" Anna cried. Kristoff grabbed hold of her arm. "Anna, listen, he knows what to do, he'll be fine… I think." Kristoff said to help Anna get ready for their jump to the gorge.

Anna turned for one last look for the brave prince. Fredrik started to run through the thick snow to the hill, as the black wolf and two other wolves soon took notice of him. "Please, please, be careful." Anna whispered with a small tear, fearing if anything terrible would happen to him, and hopes he'll not only be alright, but will her and Elsa.

Fredrik was once again on his own alone… even though there was 3 hungry wolves, lightly pouncing through the deep snow not to close behind him.

He soon made it over to the top of the hill… to soon see an old wooden rope bridge; the ice harvesters used the bridge to cross the gorge to the mountainside. This bridge however got too rotten, for they now use a new path now.

Fredrik wasted no time as he hurried straight towards the bridge. The beasts was getting closer to him as she also made it to top of the hill. Fredrik soon stopped at the first log of the bridge, to see that the wolves were just getting faster. He then had a strange… but possibly a bright idea.

He reached out in his pocket for the warm fire crystal given to him by Svalinn. As the wolves was heading closer to Fredrik, he quickly started blowing on the fire crystal… as it begins to burn bright, like a strong breeze blowing on a small spark to slowly spread into an enormous inferno.

The crystal soon started to become too hot for Fredrik to hold… as he dropped it. The fire crystal then burst out a small fire on to the rotten wood. Fredrik couldn't use the crystal anymore as he soon decided to cross the rickety bridge.

The small flame soon started spreading all-over the front of the bridge… only after the three wolves leaped over the growing fire. As Fredrik was carefully tiptoed a log one by one, he turned his head to see the wolves and decide started to run as very fast to the other side.

The huge fire soon burned off the last remaining ropes holding the bridge, for the whole bridge started to soon break. Fredrik than made one big leap of fate to the other side… and made it, as the bridge started to break.

With the black wolf still on the bridge, she then held on to the wooden floor with her claws. The ropes suddenly snapped off, causing the whole bridge to swing, as the two other wolves fallen off the bridge and collided to the stony wall of the gorge.

The wolf soon lost it's grip and fallen from the high broken bridge to the snowy ground. Fredrik soon rushed to the side of the gorge, to see what just happened... only to just seen the burnt remains of the bridge, as the two wolves were unharmed as they hit the thick snowy ground... the black wolf somehow just vanished in midair.

While Fredrik was now happy that he made it the other side of the gorge, and have avoided Ille, he was now alone in the cold snowy wilderness farther away from anyplace than ever, and without his sword more less, as he went further towards the colder and colder mountains…

…But with a light of hope, he soon noticed a small simmering light up from a distance of the deep woods. Fredrik's spirit started to rise again. He soon to run straight towards the small light, really hoping that it was his new friends as shouted their names. "Anna? Kristoff? Sven? I'm coming!" he yelled, wishing to be with them once again.