(Anna's POV)

My heart thumped as corrosive acid pulsed through my veins. Each breath sending jolts of pain through my being so intense I wished I could crawl into myself and leave the world behind. Although no such escape existed. While under the instruction of Dáskalos I was able to focus my attention elsewhere but here, with only the constant hammering of the waves against the hull of the ship to keep me company, I had no release.

Directly after Dáskalos was killed Elsa had yanked me from my stupor. She dragged me down to the docks and we cast off that very same day. I rarely left my cabin and regained the overwhelming agony that had consumed me since Kristoff had died.

Kristoff is dead. the very words sent shivers through me. As if jagged blades of ice flew through my veins. There was no denying it now. I was his killer. If I had never existed he would still be living, breathing, laughing his wonderful laugh that I couldn't help but fall in love with, and for what?

"Why did he have to die?" I screamed at the walls of my cabin. Thinking that if I screamed loud enough, or that if my pain was well enough known, the universe would right it's mistake. "He did nothing! He was perfect! And you took him from me! I took him from me. I stole his future...his life…his children." As quickly as the rage had arrived, it subsided, leaving behind a vat of emptiness so deep that I felt as if I would never tread it.

I have killed him, twice now. The first was an accident, I couldn't help that, but the second time was intentional. Dáskalos had told me that is was nothing more than an elemental, that the pain in his eyes, and the betrayal he felt were nothing more than stone. It changed nothing. Dáskalos didn't have to look into his eyes, as he jabbed sharp flaming metal between his ribs. Dáskalos didn't have to watch the love of his life leave the world for a second time. Dáskalos didn't have to see the betrayal in his lovers eyes, as they glazed over and saw no more.

Sobs racked my body and it felt good to surrender myself to them. To allow the waves of guilt and pain wash over me, and drown my sorrows in the inescapable grasps of my own agony.

I was yanked from my self-induced state when Elsa pushed open the door. By this point my eyes could cry no more and all I could do was mutter the phrase "I'm sorry" to myself in hopes that Kristoff could hear me. Elsa looked at me with concern, and walked slowly over to where I was lying on the floor, and sat down.

"You sound like Olaf when I painted his room yellow." recounting the time that Elsa had painted Olaf's room yellow as a joke. He had walked into his room and let loose a cry so fierce that the very earth trembled under his rage. Elsa and I had watched as he attempted to pry the still wet paint off of the walls, resulting in his arms being dyed yellow. We had watched him for several more hours until we decided that we had tortured him enough. Elsa removed his arms and gave him fresh ones, and I repainted the walls white. The memory brought a smile to my face, and in spite of myself I started to giggle.

"Sis! Why must you never let me wallow in my own self-pity." I yelled with mock outrage.

"Because I never want you to have what you want!" She screamed back, but betrayed her intentions by beginning to laugh. "I didn't only come down here to make you feel better. You remember what Dáskalos said right, about our parents?"

I grew serious before responding "Yes"

"Well just as a war rages in the heavens, a war rages here as well," She began

"Yeah water and sky versus fire and earth, what of it?" I asked

"Well there are more than just two sides. There is a third, one driven by peace and not control Pax Deorum. Pax Deorum was originally a group focused on Solis but soon that focus expanded to stopping the war. Out of the five creators only one has the right to be called a god. The other four are powerful beyond belief, but they are still mortal. In an attempt to preserve the other powers, Solis restricted their access to our world. This means that the war still goes on but on a much smaller scale. Instead of being fought by the creators themselves, the war is fought with Elementals and humans born with the curse.

"Pax Deorum consists of those who have defected from their side. Usually those born or cursed with powers of fire would fight for Solumque and vice versa, but occasionally men and women would defect and fight against their birth. Our parents were some of those people. Neither of them had powers, but they were well aware of their place in the world. They served in any way that they could, with supplies or any information that they could get. Most of the time they escaped notice, but five years ago they were found out. Their ship was not destroyed by a normal storm. They were killed by Pontus, an elemental of water. The sea that we pass now is his domain, and the only reason we haven't been struck down is because of me.

"Humans born with the curse are rare, and we are often sought after because of our abilities. We are not bound to any stones or crystals, our powers are in our hearts. When I was born our mother and father grew very afraid. If anyone were to find out who I really was I would be sucked into a war before I was even able to talk, so they hid me. Your memories were erased for as much as your safety as mine, for if anyone were to find out who I was, our entire kingdom would have been a battlefield. Now I've blabbered on for a while, and I'm sure that you need to think about what I've said." She concluded. Elsa then rose up, and left me to my thoughts.

Author's Note- ARGGH I hate this story! This is not what I wanted it to be at all. It was never meant to be this crappy action-adventure thing. I will finish this story, just to be done with it. I will still put as much effort into it as I have been, just in case there is someone out there who actually likes it, but I won't be continuing it after it is done.