Anna's eyes widened, and she slammed her finger down on a part of the page.
"That's it, that's the answer! If love won't drive it out then…I have to find Elsa and save her, save Arendelle!"
Olaf turned and was almost knocked back by Anna, who ran past as fast as she could, throwing on her cloak and pulling it up to cover her mouth. He waddled along after her quickly, a spring in his little footsteps as he tried to keep up with the princess.
As Kristoff headed back to the castle he was practically knocked over by Sven, who rushed past with a determined Anna on his back. Although Sven tried to skid to a halt, Anna forced him onwards, not having time to stop. Kristoff got to his feet quickly and looked at the snowman, who was panting after struggling to keep up with Anna.
"What's happened, Olaf?" He demanded, worry in his eyes.
Olaf looked at Kristoff with a rather embarrassed expression.
"I don't know! Anna said she had to find Elsa, she saw something in the book she was reading and she just rushed out!" He waved his arms, indicating that he still wasn't used to the stubborn and sparky behaviour that Anna possessed.
Kristoff shook his head, scooped Olaf up and ran after Anna and Sven as fast as he could.
Anna's cloak became a growing problem, she became so hot that she couldn't breathe in it, so eventually as she loosened it, it came off completely and she couldn't grab it in time to pull it back on. It was only moments after that she realized how thick the smoke was, and she started coughing.
Fearing Sven's welfare, she climbed off of him and ushered him into the house of the first family who'd look after him, before running down to the port where the fjord was misted over with thick black fog.
Elsa stepped back slowly, trying to protect herself with what power she had left in her.
"Hans this isn't you! Adena is manipulating you! You don't want this Hans, I know the real you, the you behind this mask!" She coughed and spluttered a little, Hans was drawing in on her and fast. Through the fog she could make out Anna's figure, pushing through the smoke and coughing heavily into her hand.
"Elsa!" She called out, loud enough for her sister to hear. Hans turned his head to the freckled ginger, who placed her hand on her heart as she stumbled closer.
"His heart, Elsa! You have to strike his heart!"
"What?" Elsa breathed, stumbling a little as she recalled when she struck the heart of her little sister and its consequences. But when she looked at Hans, her eyes filling with tears, she could see that it was either he dies or everyone dies.