Long overdue update. I have no excuses. No excuses what so ever about working 50 hours a week, writer's block, trying to get enough sleep, and sort of having a social life. Anyways, hope yall enjoy the new chapter! :)

Also, the characters are in Germany for most of this chapter and my German is very limited (and I don't trust translate) so if the text is in bold, that basically means they're speaking German.

Colonel Hans paced in front of his Lieutenants while holding a pack of ice to his head where he'd been struck. "I just don't understand how this could happen!"

"I'm sorry sir, we've searched all ove-" The Colonel cut him off with a slam of his fist against the desk.

"YOU'VE ALREADY SAID THAT!" His face was red with anger as he started pacing again. "No doubt they've left the city by now..." A knock was heard at the door.

"Sir, he's coming around. Would you like to speak with him again?" Hans stopped and thought for a moment. "Yes."

They left the room and walked down the hall in silence. Nothing but the sound of their heavy boots hitting the cold concrete floor echoed through the halls. They entered a room where Anders was tied to a chair in the middle of the room. One of his eyes was swollen shut while the other was barely open, and the rest of his face was crimson from several bloody cuts. Hans took three steps until he was mere inches in front of Anders. He planted a firm slap across the swollen side of his face. Ander's came alive with a pained scream. Hans leaned forward so he was inches from his face. "Now let's try this again. How did they escape?" Through heavy breaths, Anders was barely able to speak.

"I keep telling you the older one is a witch! She broke free from her chains and attacked us with ice that she conjured!" Hans shook his head. He stood tall and began walking impatiently back and forth in front of Anders.

"Two of my men were attacked during the escape and they insist there was someone else with them. Another of my soldiers said he was disarmed and restrained by a civilian. We've tracked down the man that was hiding them in his home when we found them. I will be attending his execution shortly." He looked at Anders out of the corner of his eyes. "But maybe they had inside help. I was knocked unconscious, but not you. You were the only other person in the room and the only thing you have to say to defend yourself is 'she's a witch'?"

He gave Anders one last chance to speak up. He finally broke the silence. "I helped you like we agreed! I told you the name of the man helping them and where they were going! Why don't you believe me?!"

"Because it's my business to not trust people. It seems I will no longer be requiring your assistance though." He looked to the soldier by the door. "Take him down to the line and get him ready."

In his anger, he turned and left the room to step outside. His Lieutenant followed him and shut the door behind him. "Sir... What if he's telling the truth?" Hans silently looked at him. "That explosion drew almost all of the guards from this building at the exact time it was infiltrated. This was nothing more than a well-executed escape. That man fell down the stairs and Private Schultz beat him. He's clearly delusional."

"Sir, I don't understand. You had a deal with Mr. Devon to free him if he helped us find the girls. Why are we going back on our word?" "Because that man's name isn't Devon. He is Anders Johansen."

The Lieutenant's eyes widened. "The partisan leader?"

"The very same."

"How do you know?"

"I recognized him from some photos the Gestapo had passed along to me some time ago. I never believed his story but I knew I had seen him somewhere before. But he had information I needed to find those girls. Now he's no use to me."

"How is he of no use?"

"He's given up whatever information he has, and his band of fighters have been scattered. Without his leadership they'll never be able to regroup." He placed his hands behind his back and stood tall displaying his authority. "Put them in front of a firing squad. But do it somewhere public. Examples must be made."

The Lieutenant stood at attention. "The firing squad will be ready shortly." With that, he exited the room to carry out his orders.

An hour later, a large crowd had gathered in the square. The two men had been tied and stood against a brick wall. A line of six soldiers stood facing them at attention as an officer shouted above the voice of the crowd. "These men were found guilty of crimes against Germany! For this crime, they have been sentenced to death! Let them serve as an example to all!"

The officer stood aside to face the two condemned men. "Make ready." The sound of boots stomping in unison echoed over the silence that had fallen over the city.

Hans stood a distance away watching as the execution unfolded. Samuel looked around anxiously as fear began to overtake him. The blindfold showing him only darkness. The silence was suffocating, the shouts of the Sergeant was all that filled his ears. Finally realizing what was about to happen... Samuel closed his eyes and held onto his last breath, tears and sweat stung the skin of his cheek...

Anders didn't listen to anything around him. Images of his family filled his mind. He hoped he would be joining them shortly but honestly, he wasn't sure... He wasn't sure of what he believed was about to happen, so he stood tall with his mind entirely caught up in the memories of his loved ones.

Hans nodded to the execution officer. With an expressionless face, he shouted the commands. "Take aim." Six rifle barrels raised... Mother's in the crowd covered their children's eyes and the faint of heart looked away.

"Fire!"

Later that night...

"Who authorized you to carry out a PUBLIC execution in MY city?!" The Major General was close enough to Hans that his thundering voice felt like needles in his ears.

"With all due respect sir, those men were traitors. One of them a well known partisan leader."

"What about the other?!"

"He fed and gave shelter to fugitives of Germany."

"That's worth a few months in prison at worst! Explain how you concluded that that man should have been lined up against that wall and shot!" Hans paused for a moment.

"Herr General, it is the duty of the SS to dispose of all enemies of the Third Reich." The general stepped so close, the tip of his nose was within an inch of touching Hans'.

"Don't you dare speak to me about duty, boy! And don't you dare use your status as an SS officer to excuse your actions!" The General recognized the arrogant look in Hans' eyes that said, 'you can't do anything to me'.

His nostrils flared violently. "I know you Westergard's. You think the world is yours to do as you please but let me tell you something; if you aren't out of my city by nightfall, none of your family will be able to help you. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!"

Hans admitted he'd overstayed his welcome, so he reluctantly nodded. "Crystal, Sir." The general dismissed Hans and his subordinate to exit the room.

Later as the car made its way out of the city, the young Lieutenant voiced his nagging question. "So we're finished?" Hans gave him a look of confusion. "Finished with?"

"Hunting the sisters." Hans turned his attention to the passing outskirts of Skien as he pondered the question. "Yes, we are." The young officer felt relief in that answer. It had been one failure after another since they left Arendelle. Then the Colonel spoke up again. "If I can't catch them, I'll just have to make them come to me." A triumphant smile crept across his face.

One week later...

Three days had passed since arriving in Denmark and the plan was already in motion. Elsa and Anna sat quietly in backseat of a car watching the snowy forest and fields pass them by as Kristoff navigated his way closer to Germany. Sven stayed behind with Olaf. It took some explaining from Kristoff, but Sven finally accepted that he couldn't go.

Camilla really came through for them. The travel papers had a true appearance of legitimacy. She not only obtained travel papers for them but even some money and a car to get them to Oldenburg. They had already worked out a cover story and shouldn't have trouble getting there.

Anna took a steadying breath as they drew closer to the border. Ahead of them she could see at least a dozen guards standing at a gate all armed, and every weapon was trained directly at their car. Elsa retrieved their papers for the guard that was approaching the window. "Papers?"

Elsa handed him the leather books containing their false papers as she tried her best to keep calm and not freeze the car. Another guard circled the car checking underneath the frame and inside the trunk for anything unusual. Elsa relaxed a little as she felt her sister's comforting hand on her arm. The guard observed their documents for a moment and verified the picture identifications of every person in the car. "What is your business in Germany?" Elsa inhaled a lung-full of air before moving her eyes to look at the guard.

"We have a business negotiation in Oldenburg." He watched her with a blank stare for a moment before nodding and handing her papers back to her.

"Everything seems to be in order. The next checkpoint is twenty kilometers ahead. I will alert them to expect you." Elsa gave him a slight smile with a nod before taking their papers and rolling her window up. The guard walked ahead and shouted for them to open the gate. They slowly drove through the border positions and into Germany. After all this time, they had finally made it.

The beauty of the snow-covered countryside almost made them forget the danger they were in. They drove most of the way there, passing from checkpoint to checkpoint without any trouble, and almost in complete silence. As darkness began to fall, they found an Inn a few kilometers from Oldenburg. Kristoff pulled the car to a stop near the building. "We'll start up again in the morning." Anna looked at Kristoff and her sister.

"Do we even know where to start?" Kristoff had been pondering that question for most of the trip. Oldenburg was a large industrial area. It could take some time to find Agdar.

"We'll figure something out. On the bright side, we finally made it." He looked around at the people walking up and down the street. He turned to the girls in the back seat. "Let's go inside."

A short time later they were all sitting in a warm, dry room. Kristoff studied a map of the area in silence as Elsa and Anna sat near the window watching the snow fall. Elsa seemed to sense a tension in the room, a tension that had followed them all the way from Denmark. "I'm a little cold."

She excused herself to go sit by the fireplace in the other room. Anna raised a curious eyebrow. She'd never heard of her getting cold before. She locked eyes with her sister and knew immediately what Elsa was doing. She softly smiled in gratitude. Elsa closed the door behind her and curled up on the floor near the fireplace watching the flames dance and listening to the soft crackle.

Her mind wandered to her father again. Would he still be the same man as before? Was he even alive? Elsa had tried her best to reassure Anna, but she found herself having doubts of her own. Pushing them aside for the sake of her sister, she sat there letting the warmth massage her face and hands. Pretty soon, she was wrapped in a blanket humming a song her mother had taught her as her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Her lips parted, and soft words filled the air.

"Of all the money that e'er I had…
I spent it in good company.
And all the harm that e'er I've done,
Alas it was to none but me…
And all I've done for want of wit,
To mem'ry now I can't recall.
So fill to me the parting glass.
Goodnight and joy be with you all."

She continued to sing, her voice getting softer and softer. Soon enough, she was resting peacefully.

Once Elsa was gone, Anna turned her attention back to Kristoff. She needed to speak with him about whatever was bothering him. He kept giving little looks and smiles at her over the last few days, but they hadn't really spoken much. The dim lights on the walls barely illuminated his face enough that Anna could see the short scruff of his jaw line.

He was so focused on the piece of paper that he didn't notice Anna walk up behind him and gently place her hand on his shoulder. He looked at her over his shoulder and she smiled down at him. "What's on your mind?"

"...You mean right now? Just trying to figure out where we can start. There's a couple of plac-"

"No, I mean are you okay? You've been a little distant ever since that night on the ship." She felt his shoulders tense for a moment as he returned his gaze to the table in front of him. Anna moved to sit in the chair beside him. He took a deep breath as she placed her hand on his arm.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." He didn't hesitate.

"But I do. I want to talk to you. I'm just... not sure how." Anna was immediately afraid she'd made some sort of mistake.

"Did I do something wrong? Was it the kiss?" His eyes widened.

"No! Of course not..." She looked into his deep blue eyes waiting for him to explain. Finally, he found the words.

"I've just never been that vulnerable with someone before... But it was so easy to talk to you that night. After I had some time to think about it, it scared me." His gaze met hers and she felt the same butterflies she'd felt the night they'd shared that simple kiss. His face displayed a wild mix of fear, insecurity, but behind that was courage and boldness. She could see that despite his fear and uncertainty, he was trying his best to not let that control him. His scratchy voice broke the silence of the room. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give you the impression you had done something wrong."

With a gentle smile, she closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his neck in a comforting hug. Kristoff's eyes were suddenly interested in the floor boards. His words came out sounding as if they were spoken through a breaking heart. "Anna... After we save your father and the war is over, is this going anywhere?"

She was caught off guard by the question. She figured this talk was coming at some point though. "... Well I would like for it to. You're an incredible person Kristoff. I'm glad to have shared my first kiss with you." His eyes widened in surprise. There was a short pause as he pondered her words.

"That was my first kiss too... Anna, I've never felt this way before... I don't know what to do." Anna's heart quickened at his confession.

She had never felt this way either, but then again, nobody caught her attention like Kristoff. He was so brave he risked himself to save them from the Germans twice and got them all the way to Germany to save their father, and he hadn't known them for a month. She found herself once again, questioning why he was doing this for a family he hardly knew. It was almost like he read her thoughts.

"You asked me that night on the ship why I'm doing this. This started out as just a favor for Mr. Larsen. Then... I don't know what happened. I always tried to remind myself to help those in need. But somewhere along the way, it became about more than that. I had a chance to help reunite a family. And I figured with the world so full of evil and darkness, how could I refuse? Then I got to know you… I started to…" His voice stopped as he fought to get the words out. "I started to care about you. I wanted to do what I could to help you and your family." Her face broke into an admiring smile.

"Thank you, Kristoff. You've done so much for us already. I would like to get to know you better." She ran her hand down his arm before standing from her chair. Her smile fell as she reminded herself of their current situation.

"But Elsa and I need to find our father first." He nodded his understanding before glancing back at the map and back to her sparkling eyes. They stayed that way in a comfortable silence for a moment. She finally leaned down and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight Kristoff."

He hoped the dimly lit room would hide the blush in his cheeks. It didn't. She turned to walk to the door. "Goodnight Anna." She gave him one last smile before closing the door behind her.

Kristoff tried his best to get his thoughts in order but his mind kept drifting back to her. Whether it was the wind blowing through her beautiful red hair on the deck of the ship or her piercing green eyes illuminated in a morning light, Kristoff couldn't describe what he was feeling. And her laugh. Her laugh alone made his heart jump. She was so different from anyone he'd ever met. He sat for a few more minutes processing the conversation they'd just had before returning his attention to the map.

Anna closed the door and finally let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding. Slowly she walked to the fireplace where she found her sister sound asleep wrapped in a blanket. She found a blanket for herself and made a spot to sleep next to Elsa. She looked at her older sibling for a moment. In that moment she appreciated her. Whether she was needing advice, comforting, or a stern voice to correct her, Elsa was there for her. She is her role model. She is her hero. She is her big sister. "Thank you, Elsa." She placed a gentle kiss on her cheek and curled up next to her. She said a prayer for their father before the exhaustion of the day pushed her into a hard sleep.

Five days later…

The search was not going well…

On the first day, Kristoff had began going around to the different factories claiming to be looking for work. Keeping his eye out for Agdar or anything that might lead to his location.

Elsa and Anna had been making friends in town to pick up any kind of chatter or information they could. They were careful with the questions they asked and what they said. Nothing so far. Elsa hid her fears and doubts of what became of her father. Conceal, don't feel. But just because she hid them, doesn't mean she didn't think about it. Anna wasn't as good at hiding what she felt. After the second day, she began crying herself to sleep every night. Kristoff tried to reassure her but there wasn't much he could do. The days passed without any sign of Agdar.

Elsa had found a job the second day in a nearby restaurant waiting tables. She wouldn't have taken a job in a foreign country (that she was also a fugitive from) but she'd heard this place was the most popular dining establishment in town. Occasionally, a large group would come in from the factories to eat and talk. Elsa had learned a lot in only three days but still nothing pertaining to her father.

As the afternoon wore on, a group of men walked in clearly coming from a factory. Their clothes covered in what appeared to be either ash or grease. Either way, Elsa would have to clean up after they leave. She brought them their drinks and while the kitchen prepared their food, she lingered nearby pretending to wipe down the bar as they talked about their day. Then something interesting came up.

"You ever figure out what happened to that foreman?"
"I don't know. It's a shame though. For a prisoner, he was a real friendly guy."
One of the men spoke smugly.

"Who cares! He wasn't even German. He was Norwegian or something."
That got Elsa's attention. She needed more information.

She took the group's food to their table and decided to make small talk.

"Looks like you gentlemen had a long day."

The old timers laughed while the younger men just sat there admiring her. One of the older men shook his head and spoke to her.

"Yes ma'm. Another day in paradise."

She noticed Kristoff walk in. His eyes conveyed that he hadn't found anything. Then an idea formed in her mind. She gently waved her hand for him to come over.

"I beg your pardon gentlemen, but is your workplace in need of a foreman?"

They looked at each other confused before she gestured to Kristoff who had just walked up.

"My brother is looking for a job."

The same older man raised an eyebrow.

"He seems a bit young to be a foreman."

"Actually, he was the foreman at our family's factory before it got bombed. Now he's looking for another job."

The two older men whispered to each other before turning back to them.

"As fate would have it, we actually just lost a foreman."

Elsa decided to get some information. "Really? Was he fired?"

"Actually he was a prisoner. For some reason, they put him in charge of the other prisoners."

Elsa faked a look of shock as if she hadn't heard what they were saying earlier. "What happened to him?"

"One of his crew died of exhaustion during a double shift and they blamed him for it. We haven't seen him in a few days."

The man turned his attention to Kristoff with a friendly smile.

"Well young man, you'll want to talk to Henry Fischer. We call him "Henry the Horrible", but you'll learn why soon enough."

Elsa smiled her appreciation.

"Thank you, gentlemen."

The younger men were still admiring her but as she turned to walk away, she heard someone get slapped and the old man whispered. "It's not polite to stare, boy."

Elsa laughed under her breath and made her way back to the bar and she nodded for Kristoff to sit while she resumed wiping down the already clean counter.

"I didn't catch everything, but it sounded like you were trying to get me a job."

She looked around to make sure nobody could hear them.

"I overheard those men talking about a foreman who was a Norwegian prisoner."

Kristoff's eyes widened in hope as he spoke in an excited whisper.

"Finally! That's something to follow up on… You don't look very happy though."

She couldn't help but worry. After five days of searching, they find something only to have it possibly lead somewhere she didn't want to go.

"They held him responsible for one of the laborers dying on the job. Nobody's seen him for a few days."

Kristoff's eyes dropped for a moment before he regained his hope.

"Hey, we don't know anything for sure yet. We'll all talk tonight and come up with a plan. Okay?"

Elsa couldn't help but smile a little at his hope as it reminded her to stay hopeful.

"Thank you, Kristoff. I get off in an hour if you want to go find Anna and let her know what's going on."

The next hour passed at a crawling pace. Elsa's mind was racing as her doubts and fear combated with her hope and joy of possibly finally finding her father. She couldn't stand the thought of coming all this way to find him dead, but at the same time, she couldn't stand not knowing. No. No more thinking like that. Must stay positive and keep faith. He's alive and we're going to find him.

So what do yall think happened to Agdar? It's also been a while since we've heard from Luc, what do yall think happened to him? Hope everyone enjoyed the new chapter! Will update as soon as I can. Finding time to actually write is easy, but finding time to check grammar, spelling, and sentence structure can be tedious. My goal is to have the story completed within a year!

Now I need some feedback. After reading a couple other fics, I noticed something about my writing style. I tend to jump from one POV to another and it's like a third person perspective. Do you, as readers, think that is an effective way of conveying what's happening and what the characters are feeling and thinking, or should I be more focused on one POV at a time? Thank you and God bless! :)