Sorry it took so long to update guys, I had a bad case of writer's block. My updating may be a little slow so please bear with me.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Frozen or any of its characters, but I do own the OCs
Chapter 11:
The sun was setting behind the mountains, staining the sky with orange and pink, the forests darkened and the nocturnal creatures emerged from the resting places.
Four figures galloped through the darkening forest, hoods were drawn over their faces concealing them. Their capes flew behind them as they sped past the trees; they approached a dark abandoned fortress. Its walls were pitch black and the building itself looked like the house of Death. They rode across a drawbridge, above a murky looking moat into a dismal looking courtyard.
The riders halted their horses in front of a flight of stairs that led up to a half destroyed door, two of the men got off their horses and pulled back their hoods. One larger one of the men had a beard while the smaller man had side burns. Another man hopped off his horse and drew back his hood; he had auburn hair and emerald green eyes.
The fourth man however showed no signs of getting off his horse. "Stein!" the man yelled demandingly. "Klaus!"
"Yes sir?" the large bearded man walked over to the man followed the smaller man.
"Get me down!" the rider ordered.
The two men exchanged glances at each other; they then proceed to get the man off his horse. The man was much shorter that the other three men and was as thin as a tooth pick.
"You know you could have just got off that horse yourself." The man with the auburn said in an annoyed tone.
The short man turned and glared at him and stomped up to him. "Listen here boy; I don't take orders from good for nothing princes…" he paused and started chuckling, "Ha! Wait I forgot you're not a prince anymore!" he blurted out.
The ex-prince's expression changed into pure anger. "I wouldn't laugh at him, old man because don't forget you were also striped of your title, ex-duke." He shot back.
The old man immediately stopped laughing and glared at the man. "Let's just go inside, I don't feel like arguing with you." He pushed past the ex-prince, closely followed Stein and Klaus.
The ex-prince watched the duke and his two thugs walk up the stairs to the half destroyed door, he too started to walk up the stairs behind them.
The inside of the fortress smelt like death, it's walls were dark, cold and some were even half destroyed, there were a few candles in the candle sticks on the wall that lighted the dark corridors with a dim light. The men approached a door, probably they only one in the entire fortress that wasn't destroyed. It was a wooden door and it was black like most things in this place were and it had what looked like some demon wolf standing on a pile of skulls craved into the wood work.
The duke looked at the door uncomfortably. "And where did you say you found this man?" he asked.
"That is no concern of yours. All you have to know is that he is the only one you can help us with our problem." The prince answered as he raised his hand to the door and slowly pushed it open, revealing what looked like a throne room, but it was hard to tell since it was thrashed. There was rubble everywhere and the banners around the room had either fallen to the ground or were still hanging, but were shredded. But what was more terrifying were the skeletons lying around the room and the claw marks that marked what was left of the walls.
At the back of the room sat a dark and sinister looking figure sitting on a throne, to the man's right stood a middle aged man along with a large man, the prince looked at the man in fear he was almost the size of a flipping mountain. The prince and the other three men stopped in front of the figure.
"You are late." The figure said in an annoyed tone, but he said it in a dark and emotionless voice.
"Apologies we…"
"I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses Prince Hans." The figure said, showing no interest in what Hans was going to say.
Hans looked at the man in fear, his gaze then turned to the two men standing near the dark figure. "Who are they?" Hans tried to say in a demanding voice, but he was scared what this person would do if he demanded information from him.
"I am Lord Dirk and this is my right hand man, Brutus." The smaller of the two men answered, Hans could hear that this was also a man he didn't want to mess with.
The duke scoffed. "Lord of where?" he asked in an irritated voice.
"Tolden." Dirk answered.
The duke's face immediately turned into an expression of fear, but Hans did not seem fazed by this information.
"I can see you've heard of my little town, all bad things I hope." He said smirking.
"Yes I have, but I never really under stood why Tolden was feared so much." Hans answered crossing his arms.
"My men and I are excellent mercenaries and fighters, as you can see." He said gesturing to Brutus.
Hans once again cringed in fear at the sight of the huge man.
"But how would I few men from a small town be able to deal with our problem?" the duke inquired.
Dirk snapped his head at the duke and glared at him intently. "My men are extremely good swordsman and archers, duke." He said coldly.
"Well my men are way better archers than yours could ever be and…" the duke was cut off when an arrow zoomed past him; he both spun around to face the dark figure who was holding a crossbow in his hand.
"Now, now gentlemen there is no need for you to quarrel over whose men are better because your men combined would never stand a chance against mine." The figure gloated.
"And why would you say that." Lord Dirk scoffed.
"Well let's discuss your men's failures to follow through with something shall we." The figure turned to the duke. "May I ask, duke? Do you expect your two thugs to even stand a chance against the Snow Queen because if memory serves me correctly, they failed in doing that."
"Well um…they…" The duke stuttered.
"I never asked for an answer, duke." The figure said in an irritated tone. He then turned to Lord Dirk. "And Lord Dirk don't think that just because you have faced a magical being before that your men are better because you failed to dispose of him and he was only a kid at the time."
"I did not fail, that devil is dead." The Lord stated.
"If you say so." Figure said leaning back into his sit.
"Why are you making our men seem inferior when you have none." The lord spat.
"I just told you that my men are more powerful than yours combined." The figure stated calmly
"You have no men, there was no sign of life when he entered this fort." The duke blurted out.
The figure snapped his head to face the duke. "Your eyes deceive you old man. My men were watching your every move." He said in a dangerous tone.
"While then why don't they reveal themselves?" the Lord asked getting impatient.
"They are very secretive creatures, hey only appear when I have need of them." He answered darkly.
"How do we now you're not tricking us?" the Lord asked crossing his arms.
"Why would I trick you, I too want the Snow Queen and Arendelle to fall. You see this fort was once the home of the king and queen for Oakenville, one of the great kingdoms in these parts. The kingdom was able to fend off any enemy with their great army, all except one, me. My whole purpose in life is to gain power and to destroy lives." He said darkly as he stood up and walked into the dim light.
All six men froze in fear as the figures face was revealed, he had hair as black as night and eyes that were blood red and claw marks running down his face over his one eye. "And don't worry we won't fail because the Snow Queen and her precious kingdom will both fall.
Elsa was tossing and turning in her bed, she was having a nightmare again only this time it had nothing to do with what happened during the eternal winter.
She was running through a dark castle, she could hear the something running after, but she didn't dare look back. She burst through the castle door out into the courtyard, the creature still hot on her trail. But she froze as her eyes fell upon a town which was on fire, she looked towards the castle and saw a dark figure standing at the top of the stairs, its red eyes staring intently at her.
Elsa turned and fled into the town, the roaring flames surrounding her. She ran out of the burning town onto a frozen lake. She now could no longer hear the creature behind her, so she stopped running and turned around, but the creature was still there. She instantly tried to run away, but she couldn't move her legs it felt has if they were glued to the ice. Creature got closer and closer, but even though it was about metre away it still looked like a giant black shadow with two red eyes staring at her.
"There is no escape, Snow Queen." It said. It then lunged out her.
Elsa screamed and bolted up right, panting. Her breathing was heavy and her body was trembling. Once she calmed her nerves down she slid back into bed, but she could not sleep. All dreams had meanings to them and the same thought kept on racing through her mind, what did this one mean?
So I've just realised I made a mistake with the story.
This part is actually set 9 years later so William has just turned 22 and Elsa is 21 turning 22. And here are the other character's ages:
Jordan-20
Anna-19
Kristoff-21 (I've always imagined that he was a year younger than Elsa)
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, I know most of my chapters are short, but am not really a fan of long chapters.
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