Chapter Eleven- From the Ashes
Elsa ran over the ocean, freezing the water beneath her feet. She searched frantically for the area where Greay fell, but couldn't find him in the vast expanse. She tried, futilely, to call out to him, but received no response. Her mind and heart were racing. Could he be gone? She couldn't bear the thought. She was going to find him. She raised a hand, forming a plate of ice at the ocean floor, slowly rising. No matter where Greay was, this would find him. The warships shifted upward, but their weight broke through the ice where they were. Some ships were left with gaping holes where the ice had crushed through the ship's hull. Outward, far off from the ships, a small, dark form rose from the water. Elsa ran towards it, finding it to be Greay, not breathing, his chest crushed, bleeding. The ring was smashed, shards of it having cut their way deep into his chest. Elsa held his body, weeping, not noticing footsteps behind her.
"If that wretch's death makes you weep, then what when I destroy Arendelle?" Prince Hans smirked.
Elsa looked at him in anguish and rage. She shot ice towards him, but Hans sidestepped, and the blast struck a soldier, who dropped into the waters. Elsa raised her hand, ready to send another blast, but Hans took his sword and gently moved it away. He then stepped in front of her staring at Greay's body. He chuckled, and then brought his sword downward, stabbing into his heart. Blood and fire poured out, enveloping Greay, consuming his body in flames.
"You monster," Elsa hissed, her hands twitching.
Two of the soldiers grabbed her from behind, wresting control of her arms, but she simply froze their legs and enveloped them in ice. She faced Hans, who struck her with a blast of lightning.
"You don't seriously think I would go against you without some power of my own. You fool. With my mastery of the 'dark arts', I could best you a thousand times over. But, that isn't my desire. My desire is to take everything you and Anna ever loved, and destroy it, and leave you with nothing."
Hans chuckled, and turned to Greay's burning body, and brought his sword down onto the body, cleaving it in two. "I want you to watch everything burn."
Greay's body disappeared, turning into a mass of swirling fire. The mass slowly rose, forming the basic outline of a man. Rapidly, it began to form further, and Tyson Greay began to emerge. Hans stared in a mixture of shock, confusion, and fear. He sent a stream of electricity into Greay, which had no effect. Hovering slightly above the ground, Greay moved toward Hans.
"You sure you want to do this?" Greay inquired.
Yelling, Hans brought his sword to Greay in a wide arc. Greay brought his fist down on the blade, shattering it to splintering pieces. Greay's hands and eyes erupted in flames.
"You really want to do this?" Greay hissed. Hans sent a bolt of lightning, which threw Greay back. Hans signaled the fleet to commence invasion. The armies of attackers and defenders clashed on the shore, battle cries flying out with spears, arrows, cannons and muskets. Swords clashed, explosions roared. Marshmallow, Elsa's abominable snowman, tore his way through the enemy. Every strike on his flesh only enraged him more, manifesting in ice spikes and claws protruding from his body. The trapped navy used their remaining cannons to bombard the battlefield, sending men flying. A storm of cannonballs tore Marshmallow to pieces, but not before his white body had been turned red with the blood of many invading soldiers.
