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Chapter 12: Dearly Departed
Song: Only an Act of True Love, Treason, Some people are worth Melting for, Han's Kiss
"Is anybody willing to say a few words this morning for the Ice man?" The priest asked the crowd. It was a gloomy day as grey clouds blanketed Arendelle. The large crowd that lay before the priest was silent. Elsa stood back, weakly standing at the entrance to the castle, overlooking the crowd that filled the castle's courtyard. Elsa was confused as to why so many people showed up for Kristoff's funeral. Sure, people knew him as the guy they bought ice from in the warm summer months, but did they really feel obligated to attend his funeral? Elsa stood alone, shivering and biting on her fingernails, in a gloomy black dress with a veil that covered her beautiful white hair. It was the same one she was supposed to wear the day of her parent's funeral.
The crowd was silent. "All of these people and not one of them want to say something?" The priest wondered. All you could hear was a faint sound of wind and a couple whispers. The priest looked back at Elsa, unsure of what to do next. Elsa's eyes slowly looked back at him, and she did a slight shrug. The priest's eyebrows lowered as he looked down at the ground. He tried to think of something to say as he never had seen a funeral where nobody was willing to speak. He opened his mouth slowly, as if he were about to say something, when suddenly, he saw a hand rise in the middle of the crowd. "I do sir. I've got plenty to say." The crowd turned their heads to see who had volunteered. As the crowd expected, it was Anderson, the son of the rebel. The crowd suddenly got louder, as if they were excited to hear him speak. Elsa wondered who the man could've been, unsure of his relations to the man in the coffin. He stood up to the podium, which was placed a couple feet in front of the steps in which Elsa stood on. The priest moved to the side, allowing Anderson to take the center stage. Anderson took a deep breath in, and began to speak.
"I didn't know the Ice man very well, but from what I can tell, he was a great man. Loving and caring to our beautiful Princess, courageous and smart, and he was a darn good business man, too. I know that one for a fact." Elsa began to tear up, as she wiped away a tear from her face and then crossed her arms. "However, there is also another thing I know for a fact. I am sure that he didn't deserve to die." Elsa felt her legs failing beneath her as she took a step back in shock. Her quivering jaw fell open and her eyes widened. "And you know what I think?" Elsa interrupted him, "I think I've heard enough from you!" He ignored her, only getting louder, as his face turned red with anger. "I think that you should be the one in the coffin, not him!" Elsa leaned on the walls behind her as she was taken aback by the sudden change of mood in the courtyard. She could see the crowd behind the man accusing her pulling out swords and clubs from their black coats. Many of the women were holding their children, trying to make them look away from the mob.
Anderson swiftly pulled out a sword from his jacket and raised his left hand in the air as if he was about to order an attack on the Queen. "We need you to melt the walls, Elsa. Look around," Anderson waved his sword around him, as he took his eyes off the Queen to look at the people of Arendelle. "These are good people, your majesty. Why would you want to do this to someone?" Elsa looked around at the people. Despite the anger in their eyes, she knew that they were all good people that cared for her. As she was about to admit her fault, she remembered that one of them had taken Anna. Her attitude went from apologetic to angry as she yelled out, "Because one of them has my sister!" Anderson frowned and sarcastically asked, "Remember Hans? He was sentenced to life in prison because of you." Elsa was furious now. How dare he act like Prince Hans was the innocent one! As Elsa began to yell back, he continued talking, ignoring her voice. "Why? Well because was proven to be a liar and a murderer when Anna was first seen walking on the ice." Elsa closed her mouth, shocked that he seemed to take her side for once. "Well, as of right now, it seems like YOU are sentencing us to life in prison, but this time, you have no evidence."
"That's not true! I know for a fact that Anna was taken!" Elsa shrieked back at Anderson, as she stood up, with her fists clenched tightly and ice forming on the ground around her. "How do you know it was one of us who took her? Besides, we loved your sister. She was adorable, kind-hearted, and had such a positive spirit about her. Why would any of us want to do something bad to her?" Elsa knew he made a valid point, and appreciated all of the kind things he said about Anna, but she was unwilling to admit her fault. "Well who else would it be?" Anderson was getting impatient with Elsa's unusual stubbornness. He answered back, "Maybe it was the ships in the distance!" Elsa was surprised by Anderson, since she believed that she and Anna were the only ones who saw them the day of the storm. "You either let us go now, or we are all going to die in this ice bowl together." Elsa frantically looked around, unsure of what to say. After a few seconds where nobody seemed to make a noise or even dare to breathe in anticipation of the Queen's answer, she finally decided on her answer. It was too late, however. "KILL HER!" He screamed. The crowd rushed towards her, with their swords drawn. There seemed to be no humanity left inside of the town in this moment of desperation. Elsa started to run back into the castle, when she caught a glimpse of the last people in the crowd who trusted her. Kai and Gerda were standing in the courtyard, tears running down their faces and unmoving among the rest of the approaching peasants. This is when Elsa finally realized that she had been wrong all along.
Elsa quickly stopped, stood upright and shot a bolt of ice into the air above the crowd. It exploded like a firework above the heads of the angry peasants. The crowd screamed as everyone dove to the floor, expecting flying ice shards to be the result of the ice bomb. As mothers covered their children and fathers regretted their actions, they were surprised when all of the sounds around them suddenly stopped. People slowly opened their eyes to see small snowflakes falling around them. "I'm sorry!" Elsa shrieked. The crowd was surprised by the turn of events; much like Elsa was when Anderson made his intentions clear moments before. Anderson stood back up, dropping his sword. "I'm sorry, okay? I… I've gone too far," Elsa said as she raised her hands to the sky as the crowd began to cheer. A loud, rumbling sound could be heard in the distance as the ice walls dissolved into snowflakes. "I'm so sorry your majesty," Anderson said as he bowed to Elsa. Elsa then replied in sorrow, "You are forgiven. I was being stubborn, I… I wasn't being myself." Anderson slowly stood back up, walking next to Elsa and then turning around next to the crowd. "Lower your weapons everyone. It seems as if my job here is done, for the most part." Elsa was confused by what he meant in the last sentence. Then, she realized that his sword was no longer on the ground.
She stumbled back as he turned around and began to walk uncomfortably closer to her. Elsa fearfully asked, "F- For the most part? What do you mean by, for the most part?" Anderson grinned and answered deviously, "I need to know where my father is. You know, the one your little snowmen took away a few days ago? I'm not sure if I'll just walk out the gates skipping gleefully if we're still going to have to plan a second funeral." Anderson pulled his sword out of his coat and pushed her into the castle, slamming her into the large wooden doors, causing them to swing open. Elsa landed with a loud thud on the castle's wooden floor. She desperately started to crawl backwards, now aware that Anderson was planning on killing her, despite whether she had melted the walls or not. "No! No! Please, let me explain!" Anderson stepped over her and grabbed her left arm with his and stepped on her right arm with his foot, pinning her to the floor. He knelt down so his face was inches away from hers. "I don't need an explanation. My father is dead because of you." He held the sword up to her neck. "I thought you were too nice to do anything to a father. After all, you know how hard it is to lose one, don't you?" Elsa started to tear up as she attempted to say something. She tried opening her mouth, but all that came out was a small whisper, "Please… no…" Anderson gripped his sword as he positioned it so the blade of his weapon touched the neck of Elsa. Elsa had Goosebumps covering her arms as she gulped in fear. Then, she finally realized what she had never told him. She looked him in the eyes and said, "Your father's not dead."
"You're lying!" Anderson scolded at her, "You're only saying that to save yourself." Elsa's eyes widened as she remarked, "No, I swear! I made the snowmen so they wouldn't kill anybody!" Anderson moved the sword up to the bottom of her chin, making Elsa have to strain her head so she wouldn't be stabbed by the sword. Elsa was panicking, as she was possibly seconds away from death, despite the fact that she was telling nothing but the truth. "They… they took him out of the town, I'm sure he's fine!" Anderson nodded his head in disgust, clenching his teeth. "You're one filthy liar. Apologize to my dad for me for me when you see him." Anderson put both of his hands on the grip of the sword and right as he began to stab the sword into Elsa, he was knocked unconscious as a huge block of ice slammed into his side. He shouldn't have made the mistake of uncovering one of her hands.
