Guardian Angel

Hello, hallo… peeps, HAPPY EASTER!

I hope you had a terrific time celebrating yesterday's grand, adventurous day of fluffy bunnies, coloring/finding eggs, CHOCOLATE, peeps, jelly beans, robin eggs and the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.

I bring to you the last of the three updates celebrating Guardian Angel's Anniversary. Now don't get worried or sad, this IS NOT the last update to this story, this is just the last quick update to this story in celebrating one year. I'm sorry to say that the updates will slow down again, however I will try to get an update out every two weeks. Yes, I know that's still a long time, but it's the best I can do right now. I'm just really freakin' busy, so thank you for your patience.

As always, do realize this story is not going to be thrown off the boat to be dead in the water, no matter how long for an update. (I hope that message is clear now)

That's it for now, that's enough of my blabbering!

"GET ON WITH IT!"

Disclaimer: I do not own either Ubisoft's Assassins Creed franchise or Disney's Frozen. (The only things I own in this story are my OC's. If I did own them, then this story… would totally be in comic-con!)

Chapter 13: Old Enemies

A Flashback of Old Memories…

"Ryan, you ready?" John, whom was 17 at the time, asked his older brother.

"Whenever you are," Ryan, whom was 19 at the time, responded. He and John were sitting atop a large tower overlooking an entire kingdom. Both were preparing to perform a leap of faith and land within a haystack near horse stables to spy on two of their targets. These two targets were Templars that had valuable information that Ryan and John wanted… no… needed to know.

"Alright, let's do this!" John said, jumping off from his ledge. Gravity immediately took effect and pulled him down toward the earth. Ryan followed suit. Both, after flipping and soaring through the air like an eagle, landed perfectly and safe in their selected haystacks, separate from each other. They listened in closely as their target walked by.

"If we kill everybody in that wedding in two weeks with simple explosives, we could turn many kingdoms into turmoil, so that they would be forced to accept full Templar control for support and leadership. Then we will smoke out the Assassins from their holes and put an end to their pitiful creed," the Target said.

"While that may work, we couldn't possibly get enough explosives to level that place, taking everyone with it. Plus, our order is proving well enough on its own just existing in each kingdom. Our only problem… are the Assassins hiding amongst us!" The other Target said, snapping toward where Ryan and John were hiding. Both jumped out simultaneously.

"Shit, they heard us! We mustn't let them live. Go get the others and inform them our plan is compromised!" The first Target said, drawing his sword. The second made haste away.

"John, take care of this one. I got the other," Ryan ordered to his little brother. John drew his hidden blades, pointing them at the Target, intimidating him, while Ryan ran passed in hot pursuit of the other. Ryan ran far and wide until he came up within eye sight of his Target who was running ahead. At first the streets were desolate and quiet, until they reached the market area, which was the exact opposite. The Templar that was Ryan's Target started tossing and pulling over various items, stalls, crates, and other merchandise to try and slow him down. Of course in doing so, he lost ground due to Ryan's professional free running over obstacles. Out of desperation, he even shoved people, including women and children, down to the ground. Eventually, they passed the market place and continued down another street with less activity. As the bound around a corner, they came upon a dead end that led off a tall ledge. The Templar came to a screeching stop and turned around to see Ryan standing only ten yards away, hidden blade drawn.

"Now what Assassin? You going to kill me with your tiny knife?" The Templar mocked. Ryan responded with silence. "You'll never get anything out from me Assassin!"

"Give it out and I may let you live," Ryan threatening the Templar.

"You may have caught me this time, but you'll never have the pleasure of killing me!" The Templar yelled, and with it, jumped off from the ledge. Ryan ran up to the edge and looked down to see him lying dead. People looked up and seen him looming over.

"GUARDS! GUARDS! THAT MAN PUSHED HIM OFF THE LEDGE!" A peasant yelled. The guards looked up to where the peasant was pointing.

"AFTER HIM!" The Captain of the group barked. A whole mass of guards came up to arrest Ryan, but of course, he wasn't going to allow that to happen. Spinning on heel, Ryan took off from the ledge and went to regroup with his brother.

The Castle of Arendelle…

Ryan awoke with a slight start. He cleared and wiped his eyes and looked around, taking in all his surroundings. He was lying in a bed in a green, blue colored room. Looking to his left, he could see out a big window viewing the city of Arendelle. He figured he was in the infirmary of the castle. Then, after a moment, all the memories of what happened before he blacked out started flooding back into his head. Then he remembered he was bitten by a wolf fairly badly. He looked to his shoulder to find it was all bandaged up tightly and neatly. He moved it around a little and found it stiff, with a little pain, but it wasn't nothing he couldn't handle. Looking around, he found all his clothes and weapons had been removed and stacked neatly in the corner of the room, except his cloak. He currently only wore cheap, white trousers to keep him from being completely without clothes, while of course covered with blankets. Thinking of his cloak, he began to wonder where it went and had almost got up to search for it, but someone walked into the room. She looked to be one of the maids. She looked surprised when she looked at him.

"Oh, hello sir Ryan. Good to see you've woken up. I'm Gerda, a maid here in the castle. Is there anything I can get for you, or do you have any questions I may be able to answer?" The maid known as Gerda introduced and asked. Ryan nodded and thought for a slight moment.

"Where is my cloak?" Ryan asked.

"Queen Elsa requested that we clean and sew it up for you. Quite a nasty mess that wolf made of it and you," Gerda answered. Ryan thought for another moment.

"How long have I been out?" Ryan asked.

"Almost a good two full days now, your shoulder must've lost too much blood," Gerda again answered. Ryan's eyes widened slightly. If he was alone, Ryan would've slapped himself for being out for so long. Too much could've happened… or did something happen? Many questions raced through his mind before he asked the most obvious.

"Where is Elsa, and her sister Anna? Kristoff and Sven too," Ryan asked quickly, concerned slightly because he passed out on them. "Are they all okay?"

"Slow down Sir Ryan, they are all fine. In fact, they are the ones who brought you back here," Gerda said. Ryan eased back into his bed, leaning upright against the head board. He ensured to remember to thank them all later. "They all from time to time would come in to check up on you, worried of the worst."

"It will take more than wolves to make the worst of me," Ryan said with a chuckle, mostly to himself. A moment of silence followed until Gerda spoke up.

"Well… if there is nothing else, I will inform the Queen at once of your waking," Gerda said. Ryan nodded, dismissing her to bring the news to everyone. This left him once again in a room of silence. In his thoughts, his mind trailed off to his most recent flashback before waking up. He thought about his brother John and how he was doing. It had been many years since he had last seen him. For all he knew, John, as well as his sister Trinity, probably thought he was dead. He saddened at the thought and wondered when or where he could find them. But at the current time, he had to protect Arendelle as promised all those years ago. And Ryan never broke a promise. Someone then entered the room… she was a beautiful, platinum blonde woman wearing an ice blue dress.

"Good morning Elsa," Ryan greeted, almost getting up. Elsa stopped him.

"No your fine… please, stay seated. And good morning to you as well. Good to see you up and well. Feeling better?" Elsa asked with a smile.

"I've been through worst," Ryan remarked with a grin, trying to joke. Elsa slightly saddened at the thought of worst. Especially since she seen his chest littered with scars, as he had no cloak covering his chest or face. Her eyes drifted off and when she realized she was staring at his bare chest and muscles, she snapped her attention away, looking at the floor.

"Sorry," Elsa apologized, her face turning red, blushing.

"For what?" Ryan asked, confused, completely missing her stares.

"Uh… nothing," Elsa said, regaining her composure. She made special effort not to stare again. "You have a lot of scars."

"Yes… each has its own story. Some worse than others," Ryan said, trying to keep the mood positive. Though Elsa felt bad for the pain behind all those scars, she seen his attempt at being positive, and forced a smile none the less. She then thought of something.

"Those wolves, the other day, I never did get a chance to thank you," Elsa said.

"Please, you saved my skin that time Elsa. I think that makes us even now," Ryan said with a smirk. Elsa smiled back. "So thank you."

Elsa smiled with a chuckle, then after a moment decided to continue with the topic.

"I never liked combat to be honest. But you seemed to know exactly what you were doing… well… then again, when don't you," Elsa remarked, trying to joke. Ryan chuckled.

"Well, I've been in quarrels with wolves many times before. One time was actually saving my little brother when we were little," Ryan remembered. Elsa remembered him mentioning his brother.

"You've mentioned your brother once before. If I remember correctly, you haven't seen him in many years," Elsa remembered. Ryan nodded.

"Yeah, after I left the kingdom we were both fighting in, we went separate ways. He went to check on our little sister while I went to… go into another kingdom… invited by the good king ruling it," Ryan informed. "He was a very good man."

"Oh really, who was he… I may know of him," Elsa asked, interested. Ryan darkened slightly.

"Our ship was caught in a bad storm… I was the only to survive…" Ryan informed. "I was missing for 3 years."

Elsa had a shocked look on her face. She was silent a moment, but soon spoke up.

"My parents… also were caught in a bad storm… 3 years ago… th… they never made it home… I… I'm sorry," Elsa said, beginning to get teary eyed. She turned away to hide her tears. Ryan noticed this and slowly got up. Mindful of his injured shoulder, he placed his good arm's hand on her shoulder.

"I'm… sorry that happened to you and Anna," Ryan said, choosing his words carefully as memories flooded back into his head. "They loved you very much."

"How… could you know…" Elsa asked, not turning around. Ryan quickly answered, realizing what he said.

"I just do…" Ryan said, avoiding further questioning. He seated Elsa at the foot of the bed, as he sat on the side of it. They sat in silence for a while. "I know how it feels."

Elsa perked up at that. She remembered him speaking of his mother dying at child birth to his little sister, but she never caught wind of how his father died. Slowly, choosing her words, she asked him.

"How… how did your father die?" Elsa asked.

"He… was murdered… by a wicked, vile man."

Weselton, Germany…

In a large and open meeting room, there sat several men of many different figures and faces.

"I don't care for that monster of a queen! I merely only want Arendelle's seemingly endless riches and materials," The Duke of Weselton stated. "Her downfall would only be a mere bonus."

"And you will get such, if you just get over your damn blind selfishness and greed for your money!" Silas spat. "If you invest all that you can into our organization and plans, I will promise that you will get tenfold more riches than you could ever possibly invest!"

"And how should I trust that promise from a man begging and haggling me for money and materials?" The Duke of Weselton asked with a sneer.

"I am not haggling, nor begging you for your dirty riches! I have more than enough for my own. Are you so blind in greed that you cannot see the potential in this investment? I am offering you, not only Arendelle's full riches in whatever you can imagine, but a position in power higher than any Duke could ever possibly achieve," Silas stated. The Duke of Weselton thought for a moment, backing down.

"Fine! I will join your ridiculous band of power hungry savages as long as I get from Arendelle all that I wish for," The Duke of Weselton agreed. In any other instance, Silas would've had The Duke shot where he sat. But his vast supply of resources was far too valuable. Just then, someone walked through the door into the room.

"Hans! About time you arrive here. You are extremely late," a man seated at the table, wearing a brown leather trench coat with combed back, black hair said. He wore a Templars cross necklace around his neck.

"Well, I'm sorry I was imprisoned in a damn forsaken prison, where I had to shovel damn manure all damn day!" Hans shot back, clearly unhappy. "And you are?"

"Rirrack… your highness," the man now known as Rirrack sarcastically remarked with a sneer. Hans shot him a glare. Silas spoke up from the head of the table.

"Hans… glad you have joined us. Take your seat where we will continue our meeting here," Silas said, looking at Rirrack. He backed down as Hans took his seat. "Now then, Rirrack… I do believe you have all your men assembled."

"Yes Master Silas, my mercenaries are all gathered onto ships ready for deployment under Templar flags," Rirrack informed. "Four ships are prepped and ready, each with a load of 100 men."

"In addition to his troops and ships, I have two additional ships waiting to leave Britain also filled with 100 men each," another man spoke up.

"And a Battalion ready in Sweden to march in," another man said.

"Excellent. I do believe we are ready for phase-two then," Silas stated.

"Master Silas, how are we to take down the queen? I have heard about this Assassin named Ryan who has held you back many times. What makes you qualified to be our leader if you can't even deal with this one broken-down boy?" The first man had said.

"They were not supposed to succeed. They went upon a suicide mission. I want all of Arendelle to feel safe and to think their Assassin is winning. It's all a part of the plan… that was phase-one," Silas answered.

"What about the Queen? Her ice powers are well enough defense for Arendelle in itself, Assassin or not. How will you surpass them?" The second man said.

"I will deal with her myself should Tyrell not be successful. She will not be a problem, I assure you. But that Assassin will. Ryan has something the Queen does not… he has fought in combat since almost birth. He is a professional in what he does, and is not to be taken lightly. But if Queen Elsa has no power… she is helpless and cannot fight against me or Tyrell. Kill the Assassin… we get Queen Elsa," Silas informed.

"I also have something of use," Hans spoke up. Silas looked to him and raised a brow.

"Speak, what might you have to offer Hans?" Silas said flatly.

"Her sister Anna… Elsa loves her dearly, as Anna also loves Elsa. If you get Anna, whom is indeed defenseless in every way possible… you will have a much easier time getting Elsa. She will do whatever you want for Anna's safety," Hans said evilly. "You may not even need shackles."

Silas grinned.

"Then we're ready. No harm is to come to Anna and Queen Elsa. I NEED them both ALIVE! Kill all else who stand in your way. Give this order out to all your men, and initiate phase-two as soon as we are all mobilized," Silas ordered. Everyone bowed their heads. Hans looked slightly confused and spoke up.

"What is phase-two?" Hans asked.

"We invade Arendelle!"

Uh oh, cliffhanger! I know you guys love those!

Well, thank you for reading this story and I hope it is fulfilling your wildest dreams thus far. Feel free to leave any thoughts and/or corrections, and ideas you may have.

Before I go, once again, 2 weeks for every update is the very best I can possibly do. That is the minimum time, meaning it may not always happen. But I've been motivated to write this story a little bit more as we're getting closer to fun stuff. Remember…

"All good things come to those who wait…"

Auf Wedersehen!

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