Sorry about not updating the week before; shat happened. Anyhow, please enjoy. I think y'all like this chapter. XD
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Elsa had never moved faster in her life. Once ready she ran down the stairs and out, all the way to the town. She stopped, panting as she went through the crowd that made way for her, all exclaiming in a jumbled mass of words what had happened. She stopped at the edge of a semicircle that was surrounding the wreck that was once a shop. A villager came forward, her hair in a wild mess and cheeks tearstained.
"M-My Queen!" She fell to her knees, lip quivering. "My Queen, my Queen! Something had done this, my Queen, something...awful, awful so...so aw-awful..." She was reducing to tears, rubbing her face with her sleeve while trying to stand. Elsa slowly, without removing her eyes from the wreckage, crouched down and put a hand on either of the woman's shoulders, making her stop her gobbling and sniff. Elsa turned her head to the woman.
"Please calm down, miss. What is your name?" Her tone was cool, calm and collected. Everything she wasn't right now.
"M-Marie MacMae, m-my Queen." She blubbered, swallowing.
"Do you have a family, Marie?" Elsa asked smoothly, bringing the woman to her feet. Everyone around the circle was silent, stunned. A royal, even Elsa, known for being humble and walking among the townsfolk on occasion, touching and comforting a subject in such a manner was unheard of.
"Y-Yes My Queen. H-Husband and my boy." She stammered.
"Are they alright?"
Marie nodded quickly, pointing to where a man stood with his hand on a boy's shoulder. Elsa slowly put a leading hand on the woman's upper back, walking over to them. The young boy stared with wide eyes up at her.
"Mister MacMae?" She said to the man, who nodded. She slowly eased Marie towards her husband, waiting as he put an arm around her and she gripped his shirt before speaking.
"Mister MacMae, do you know what happened?" She asked. He nodded a bit.
"It was some sort of beast. Big and white-great blue paws too. Didn't see much else, we got here just when it was...done." He gestured to the mess, which people were starting to near.
"Don't anyone take a single step closer." Elsa warned, making them freeze in their tracks. "Back away. Now."
They did. Elsa made a sort of ice bridge, crossing over the mess so it didn't touch. Elsa wasn't sure if ice could infect ice, but she wasn't about to chance it. She stepped onto her bridge, lifting her dress slightly as she did so. Once in the middle she looked over at the sea of malicious ice, glinting, beckoning once again...
"Hmm." She swallowed, shaking her head. She looked around once more, holding her hand out to make a bridge as she walked forward, slowly, looking at all the ice and wreckage, looking for a clue to the beast they'd seen-how it had caused this.
"Who else awoke to the sound?" Elsa asked, looking at the two other shops that had sandwiched this one.
"No one, Your Highness." Said Mister MacMae. "We had to wake them up ourselves..."
Elsa stopped making her path, turning to the crowd. "Is this true?" She asked loudly.
There was a harmonious "Yes Your Highness" from the crowd. Elsa paused and then slowly got off the ice bridge she'd made. She made it disappear and then had everyone step back, stepping back herself. Then, repeating the process from just the other day, Elsa made a dome rise, covering all the ice, wedging between two buildings. She then added the spikes, which made some villagers look slightly alarmed. She breathed deeply to refrain from accidently making them larger and more frightening. She turned to the villagers, who looked to who with complete confidence and trust. She swallowed a frosty breath before speaking.
"My subjects, I am afraid...that I..." She looked around and breathed deeply. "It is obvious that something dangerous has found its way to our dear Kingdom of Arendelle...Something with powers of ice that are purely evil, dark and..." she turned to the dome. "Disastrous."
"Because this is not the first...attack," she spoke slowly as she turned back, scanning the sea of faces, which were fearful, and sometimes surprised, "I am ordering guards to be posted around various areas of the village, to hopefully make sure this never happens again and capture the beast."
"What is it?" One villager called. "What is this beast?!"
Elsa sighed. "If I knew, I would tell you. I'm not going to deliver false reassurance by saying this will be resolved swiftly, but I will say I will do everything in my power to make sure it is."
Both her sister and Kristoff absent, Elsa's only available company walking back to the castle was Hans. She glanced at the young man. He stared forward a bit blankly, hand shaking as he fiddled with the sash around his waist.
"You act like you've seen a ghost." She said quietly. He jumped and then cleared his throat, clasping his hands behind his back.
"M-My apologies, Elsa." He said, exhaling.
She gave him a bit of a look at the lack of formality she'd come to expect, folding her hands in front of her as a light breeze blew at their hair, making it move like ocean waves. He looked at her, bangs in his face that were getting a bit of a curl to them and gave her the slightest of smirks.
"After our little run ins, especially the latest one," his smirk widened at the deep blush that came to her cheeks, "I think we can push aside some of the formalities required with the difference between our ranks, at least in private."
"Are you flirting with me?" She said jokingly, looking to him.
"Well..." They were nearing the doors of the castle; Elsa could sense something different from Hans, who was currently looking off to the side, his words hanging in the air as an unfinished sentence that made Elsa stand up straighter and lightly clench her hands together, fearing his words as well as her own.
"I might be." He said finally as they reached the doors to the courtyard, which he opened for her. They looked at each other. "Depending on the response of the lady I am flirting with."
A warmness worked up in Elsa, starting in her chest and spreading up to her head and down to her feet, warming her toes and making her dizzy. "W-Well my response depends on who is flirting with me." She inwardly cursed her faltering voice as she walked across the icy courtyard, Hans following.
"So, in this case, your response is?" He said, casually yet not, looking at her from the side.
When reaching the door to the castle, which Elsa opened herself, she paused. "In this case...my response i-is a dizzy feeling in my head and blush in my cheeks." She couldn't help but grin and giggle just a bit as she spoke. Hans beamed.
"Then I most certainly am flirting with you, Queen Elsa." He said, lowly and very near her ear before walking on, shortly turning around, grinning at her as he walked backwards, and then turning back around and continuing the rest of the way down a hall.
Up on the North Mountain, Grand Pabbie sat in a large circle with many other trolls, vampires, faeries, and other mystical beings around him. In the middle of this circle of chairs was a man with almost grey skin, pointed ears and slicked back hair. He wore a long crimson cape and a black suit with a white ascot, golden cufflinks and polished dress shoes. When he opened his mouth, his fangs glinted in the light coming through the un-meltable ice castle. This man was Atticus, King of Vampires, as well as the head of the council, considering he was older than anyone there, besides, possibly, Grand Pabbie.
"Well, everyone," he looked around, "welcome to the...Lord I forgot what number meeting this is..."
There was a series of shrugs and grunts from those sitting around the table. Atticus shrugged.
"Anyhow. Far as I can report, everything for the vampires, world-wide, is going smoothly. Riley?" He turned to Riley, who was head of the faeries. She stood, tall and regal, with hair long as her robes that dragged on the floor.
"Everything is going smoothly."
She then sat down. Atticus went around the table, asking the heads of certain races that were more than abundant, and then leaders of certain areas. When he came to Grand Pabbie, the old troll stood on his chair, still far shorter than anyone else, and sighed.
"I am afraid to be the deliverer of bad news, but there is an issue in the Kingdom of Arendelle." He said, brow knit in worry.
"What is that, Pabbie?" Atticus asked, furrowing brow. Grand Pabbie sighed before explaining what he knew in detail, adding that he gave the spell books to Kristoff and Anna. Atticus listened intently before pausing.
"I feel like I've heard of this spell before, Pabbie." He turned his head to a woman, who was a witch, and then back to him, "and I believe it is a transformation one."
"Transformation?" Grand Pabbie raised an eyebrow.
"Someone has been cursed, Pabbie, by the magic you speak of...Talia, please?" He gestured. The witch, her hair wild and face young, stepped forward, her deep crimson and purple robes dragging behind her. She lifted her hands once in the middle of the circle, her sleeves sliding down and showing tattoos that circled her arms.
"I will find the spell and who it possesses." She said quietly, her voice echoing in the empty room of the ice castle. Taking ash from a pouch on her him, Talia threw it in the air and then breathed, the ash turning a bright orange and then swirling like a storm as everyone watch. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she said enchantments and twirled around. Grand Pabbie clasped his hands nervously, knowing this spell was tiring and dangerous to the caster (though Talia was one of the most experienced witches of the last century).
Eventually Talia stopped her dancing and enchanting and looked up, exhaling, and then lowering her hands, the stormy orange cloud slowly taking a shape that nearly made Grand Pabbie faint.